#sigh i really hate the grammys

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 21] The Right Decision

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The rest of your trip runs smoothly. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t try to pull another stunt that made you want to gouge his eyes out. Ren is over the moon by going to the beach daily, going to new places to explore, trying new delicious food, and what matters the most, spending time with his mother and father. Sadly, his vacation can’t last forever.

Ren is gloomy the day before you’re supposed to leave, begging you and his father to stay a little longer. Satoru wants to say yes, and he would in a heartbeat if he didn’t have to work. As much as it pains him, he can’t give up everything to be a father. The next best solution is wait for Ren to leave you alone for a minute just to ask, 

“How about I extend your vacation for another week? I’ll leave, and Sayo probably won’t stay either. Just you and Ren.” And it’s tempting. You really want to say yes, but you also want to go back and resolve other issues. Plus, Ren is getting accustomed to getting whatever he wants, and you’re worried that he might become more like his father which is something that you definitely don’t want.

“We can come back some other time. It’s about time I go home.” You answer, and he nods in response. And as selfish as it sounds, Satoru is happy that you declined because he hates the idea of spending a week without seeing his son. It’s crazy to think that he lived a whole life before Ren, and the moment the little boy came into his life, Ren became everything to Satoru.

“Alright… Guess we have to make the most out of today so Ren cheers up.” Satoru says, glancing at his baby boy who’s plopped down on the couch, lamenting himself because he has to leave soon. Unluckily for everyone, it’s a rainy day outside. 

“There’s really not much we can do.” You tell him, and Satoru sighs. He wishes there was something he could do to make the sun come out, but no amount of money can control that. Satoru ponders, wondering what he can do to cheer his son up.

“I got it.” His eyes light up, and he runs upstairs. You furrow your brows in confusion before walking over to sit beside Ren. Your hand runs up and down his back, attempting to soothe him.

“I don’t wanna go home. I like it here.” He kicks his feet into the couch, and you make sure to keep your distance. Ren doesn’t want to go home, he likes it here. He’s with both of you the entire day, and you’re giving him all of your attention, how can he not like it? He knows the moment you go back, things will go back to normal. He’s gotten used to this, he doesn’t want to go back to normal.

“We have to, Ren. Your granny and grammy miss you, and I have to get back to my job.” You tell him, hoping that mentioning his grandmothers will make him reconsider. He loves them with all his heart, but truthfully, he prefers spending the entire day with you.

“I want to stay!” He yells, and a sigh escapes your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. He needs to let it out, you know he’s upset. But he shouldn’t be using his voice like that. 

“We’re not coming back if you keep throwing a tantrum.” You warn him before standing up and going to your bedroom. You don’t want to yell at him, so removing yourself from the situation is the best thing to do. Ren is still going to throw his tantrum, and you can only talk about the situation after. 

“I’m here!” You hear Satoru yell from the living room. You’re going to leave him to handle it, not making an effort to get up from bed. Until Satoru calls out your name, and you groan before getting up and walking over to the living room. You smile, seeing how Ren’s demeanor has changed, kneeling down on the floor in front of the coffee table, waiting for his father to open up the box that he brought down. “I remembered I had a board game here.”

“Is this the home you used to come to as a kid?” You ask, wondering why he has the board game with him. Satoru nods in response, sitting down beside the coffee table to open the old box.

 He used to play this game with his dad after getting home from the beach. It’s a game that’s more fun when played with more than two people, but Satoru didn’t really have that option. Regardless, he still had fun with his dad. Growing up, the only time that Satoru actually spent with his parents was the little vacations that they had yearly. He has very fond memories of this place, and of the board game that he opens.

“I haven’t played this in years, I have to read the rules again.” Satoru can’t help but laugh as he takes out every piece. He remembers every time being so excited to tell you about the game, begging his father to take the game back home or buy a new one for his house so he could play with you, but both of them always forgot. Luckily, he gets to play with you for the first time, and with your son as well.

“Take all the time you need.” You answer. Your eyes fall on your son, noting his somewhat puffy eyes. You ask him, “Are you better, Ren?”

“I am.” He nods. Pulling out the game completely changed his attitude. You can’t get too mad at him, he just got into this world. He’s just figuring things out, slowly learning that he can’t get everything even if his father wants to give him the world. 

Like father, like son. Both are sore losers. After losing to you, both have pouty faces and you swear Ren is on the verge of tears. Ren doesn’t nap anymore, but you decide that after all his crying, you’ll put him to bed. You cuddle with him until Ren falls asleep, and once you’re sure he’s dreaming, you get up from bed and leave your bedroom. 

Satoru’s in the living room, going through his phone. You don’t want to be alone with him so you hope that going to the kitchen and getting yourself a glass of water will give him the hint. He can go to his bedroom and scroll through his phone there. However, when he hears you, he says, “Come join me!”

You sigh, but you still walk over to the couch and take a seat on the other end. You pull out your phone, while he turns his off. It’s completely silent for a minute before he clears his throat and asks, “Are you still talking to Suguru?”

“Does it concern you?” You quickly reply. It’s not his business, especially when he doesn’t tell you what’s going on with him and Sayo.

“I want to know if he’s the possible stepfather to my son.” Satoru answers, and you furrow your eyebrows. You put your phone down and look at him before tilting your head to the side.

“What about you and Sayo? She’s the stepmother to my son and you have yet to tell me a thing about your relationship with her.” You respond, and he purses his lips together. You’re right, you’re absolutely right, but this isn’t about him. “I have no idea about your arrangement with her either… The one that she mentioned.”

“We don’t have an arrangement.” Satoru scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous about the question. He’s not with her out of love, he’s made that clear. Yet… Why is he denying it?

“The same way Suguru and I have nothing going on.” You answer, hoping that’ll make him speak. Although you aren’t lying, you feel as if you have nothing going on with Suguru right now. You’re avoiding his calls and texts, you definitely don’t have a future together after this. “Look, Satoru. I just want the truth, an explanation to everything. Maybe some closure.” 

The man takes a deep breath, and you know that he’s about to tell you the truth. You can read him like a book. Satoru bites down his lip before confessing, “I didn’t marry her out of love but out of convenience.”

That’s certainly a start, although you aren’t too shocked. Maybe you are a bit surprised since you assumed they fell out of love instead of straight up thinking it was arranged. He takes another deep breath before he says,

“When my father died, my mom knew that I wouldn’t be trusted with his spot… Since I was considered too immature. Also for other business purposes, merging the company that Sayo’s family owns with our own.” He begins, and you feel a pain that you haven’t felt in years. A sudden pain that consumes your body in a matter of seconds, and it only gets worse with his words. “There was another promising candidate that would’ve handled the job while I finished my studies, and my mom was scared that we would lose control. I’ve never been too well liked by them.”

You look down at the couch, feeling your eyes getting glossy as he speaks. You thought you were over this, you really were. He continues speaking, “Getting married to Sayo was my mom’s great solution… Getting married to a woman with status would show how mature I was, ready to take the spot.”

“And… I agreed. We would get married and stay like that until I had my job. I could show that I was great at what I was entrusted to do, and then I would get a divorce.” He explains, and you exhale. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, trying your best not to cry… This is why he did it. Money. Money was more important to him than your relationship.

He changed his number and completely blocked you out of his life. He treated you like he always did when you weren’t convenient to him. With contempt and superiority. As he speaks, you realize that you will never manage to be together without some kind of issue.

“I– I’m sorry.” He says, as his hand goes to your hand, but you jerk it out. It’s no surprise that he didn’t want to tell you, he’s right for not telling you. You almost would’ve preferred to hear that he left you because of love for someone else. 

You try not to let a single tear slip even though your heart breaks again. You would’ve left anything and everything behind for him, yet he didn’t even think twice before leaving you. And Satoru feels speechless as you’re on the verge of tears. He tells you, “It was a dumb decision, and given the option again, I would leave everything behind for you and for Ren.”

You stand up from the couch. You suddenly feel suffocated in the room. He wouldn’t choose you if he had the option, he’s only do it for Ren, and that realization makes it hard for you to breathe. But you’re glad he did it. It wasn’t his first time, just this time you realized you would never be his first option.

“No, you made the right decision.” You try to smile at him, attempting to hide the fact that tears are streaming down your cheeks. “Thank you for picking right.”

#[changes] #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

[ineffablywriting]

break my heart again

an angsty one shot about overheard conversations, Grammy awards and a girl who just wants to be loved

“I’m sorry,” Harry apologised, regret etched into his face. 

“Don’t be,” Bella replied, not turning to look at him. “I can’t say I didn’t see this coming.” 

“It’s the Grammy’s,” He implored, reaching out and tugging on her shoulder to get her to look back at him. 

She shrugged his arm off and took a step further away before sucking in a deep breath and turning to face Harry once again. “I know. And I get it. I really get it, Harry. This is a big opportunity for you and you have a real chance of winning.”

“Yes, exactly!” He said in relief, allowing a small smile to curl his lips. But Bella didn’t smile back and his own slipped off just as quickly as it had appeared. “There’s a but,” he stated. 

“There’s a but,” Bella nodded. “My sister’s wedding is on the same day. You knew this.” 

“I know,” he agreed.

“But this is more important to you,” Bella continued for him. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Harry replied sharply, his lips turning down as he tried not to snarl. He hated when people accused him of things when they had no idea what was going through his head. 

“I’m not,” she shrugged. “I heard you on the phone to your manager,” she took another step away from him. 

“You were listening in on my phone calls?” he glared at her, feeling a pinch in his chest. He ignored it, refusing to acknowledge the trickle of guilt forming in his heart. 

“You know I wasn’t,” Bella shook her head, already so disappointed she couldn’t even find herself feeling angry at his accusal. “I had come over cause we were meant to go to dinner that night. You were the one who gave me a key to your house, remember?” 

Another step back, and this time Harry’s eyes flashed as he stomped across the room and stood right in front of her. “Why are you slowly stepping further and further away?” he asked her, his voice a low growl. “We need to talk about this. You can’t just decide to leave.” 

Bella swallowed back the lump in her throat and looked away from him, her eyes landing on her shoes as she tried to draw up enough courage to say what she needed to say. 

“This isn’t working, Harry,” she told him. 

“What do you mean?” he took a sudden step back, his voice once again back to its normal decibel. 

“I mean, I think we need to stop pretending this, whatever this is between us, is working. Your career is always going to be more important to you. I will always be further down that list. I don't even come in second,” she scoffed bitterly, wrapping her arms around her stomach to try and hold herself together as she felt herself fall apart inside. 

“What the fuck are you on about, love?” he scoffed right back. “You’re talking rubbish. We’ve known each other our whole lives, no one else works as well as we do.” 

“Harry,” Bella sighed, looking up at him once again. “I know.” 

“Know what?” 

“I’ve known from the start. This thing between us was never real for you.” She lifted a hand and rubbed away the lone tear that had escaped. She hadn’t even felt them building. 

“What?” This time Harry took a step back, fear of what Bella was saying and worry about what she was about to reveal, causing his heart to race.

“I heard you talking to Jeff that day over a year ago, before you asked me out. How dating me would be great for your image since we’ve known each other longer than almost anyone else. How dating someone who wasn’t famous would be a better brand for you, to make you more relatable to the fans. How it would make you more endearing,” she spoke, not taking a breath and letting out all the words she’d buried deeper and deeper in her chest for the last year of her life. “I’d hoped maybe, just maybe that you’d fall in love with me too. I thought maybe when you gave me a key to your place it meant that you cared just a little. But I was wrong. And I don’t blame you,” she continued. “It was my fault. I knew what I was getting into and I did it anyway.”

“Bella,” Harry paused and took a deep breath then started again. “I…fuck. I should have told you from the start,” he began, hating the heartbroken look on her face. “But you have to know that I do-”

“Don’t,” Bella stopped him, anger written all over her face. “Don’t lie to me,” she told him. “Not anymore.” 

“Did you even realise that I also got the email Jeff sent to you and your management and PR team?” she asked him. 

“No,” Harry looked horrified, feeling sick at the reminder of the words he’d read and the words he’d typed back, hitting reply all in the email. 

“Yes,” Bella said sadly. “So I’m saving you the trouble. Here’s my key,” she placed it on the coffee table by the door where Harry had thrown his own keys. “I’ve already told my sister that you won’t be able to make it to her wedding - she said congrats on the Grammy nomination and she hopes you win. So, you don’t have to worry about finding an excuse to - what was it you called it? - an excuse to get out of going to a stuffy event that you didn’t care about?” 

Harry flinched at the harsh words he’d used. He remembered being so angry and frustrated that day that he’d been rude in every conversation he’d had, and every email and text he’d sent. Things hadn’t gone right in the studio and he’d taken it out on everyone around him. 

“Bella,” he tried again, but she held up a hand.

“Don’t worry, Harry,” she sighed, shoulders dropping in defeat. “Like I said we don’t have to pretend anymore, at least not between us. I know you want to go to the Grammy’s. And I know you want it to go off without a hitch, so I won’t say anything.” 

“Say anything?” he repeated, dumbly. “About us being broken up,” she told him, not meeting his eyes. 

“Broke-broken up?” 

“That’s the next step according to the emails. They all seemed to think I was in on all of this,” she waved her hands around between the two of them. “So they sent me a timeline of when and how we were to break up and all the things I was and wasn’t allowed to say about it.” 

“They did what?” Harry asked, and when she looked up at him he looked furious. 

“Yeah,” Bella reached into her bag and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper with a list of instructions on it. She handed it over to Harry. “I- I thought you would have helped come up with these.” 

Harry was silent for a couple of minutes, reading down the list, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers tightened on the edges. “I would never come up with anything like this,” he told her, looking up. His eyes were pleading with her to believe him. But Bella just shrugged and looked away, and Harry didn’t think his heart had ever ached this much in his life. “It still doesn’t matter,” she told him. 

“Of course it matters!” He hissed. “No one told me about this shit,” he waved the paper at her. 

Bella smiled a little bitterly, her eyes once again looking so sad. “No one told me about our whole relationship, so I guess that kinda makes two of us.” 

He flinched back at her comment and she regretted saying anything. Despite everything, she still didn’t want to hurt him. 

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter,” she shut her eyes, counted to ten and then looked back up at him. “I already agreed to all the conditions. You’ll go to the Grammy’s and win your awards and feel accomplished, and I’ll go to my sister’s wedding and spend the day with my family pretending everything is fine between us. Then a few weeks later, your team will let it slip to the media that we’re going through a rough patch and a couple days later we’ll confirm that we’ve broken up,” she told him, not an ounce of emotion behind her words. 

Harry hated it. 

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to break up.” 

“Harry,” Bella sighed, this time sounding exasperated. “Not everything is about what you want.” 

“I know that,” he said defensively. 

“Then you need to accept that this is happening.” 

“You-you want to break up?” he asked her, his chest tight. He couldn't breathe.  

Bella shook her head and Harry almost felt a little bit of relief until she spoke again. “I want to be loved,” she said sadly. “And I don’t think you know how to do that.”

She took a step forward and gripped Harry’s hand. “I hope - I hope one day you’ll realise your worth isn’t defined by your success and I hope that one day you’ll be able to let yourself fall in love with someone who makes you forget about the rest of the world enough that you put them first. And I’m sorry that wasn’t me.” 

Then she turned and walked out the door, leaving Harry clutching hold of the locket he’d given her. He opened it and stared at the two photos she’d placed inside one night when they’d been cuddled on the couch watching a movie. 

The two images stared back at him, teasing him cruelly with the smiling faces of himself and Bella when they were ten. The same smiles were on the other side with a picture of them ten years later when they’d recreated their childhood photo. 

He didn’t realise he was crying until a single tear dripped onto the locket. 

-

Helloooo, it’s been a while. A lot has changed in my life so I’ve been a bit busy haha. I would love some feedback tho. I haven’t written anything in over a year so I’m feeling a little rusty. Let me know what y’all think! 🫶🏼

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles fan fic #harry styles #album of the year #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry fic #harry styles oneshot #one direction fanfic #one direction fanfiction #my writing #writing

[dragonmama76]

Not a Fair Fight

@steddiemicrofic prompt: pin, 388 words, rated:G

Some days Steve felt like the fight would never end.  First was the demogorgon, then the mind flayer, the dogs, the bats and finally Vecna.  But that all felt like nothing compared the battle happening now.  Steve wasn’t sure what he had walked into, but this one couldn’t be won with his nailbat. He would have to keep his wits about him.

Hands on his hips, Steve cleared his throat, “Does someone want to tell me what’s going on here?”  Two matching sets of eyes immediately met his.  They hadn’t heard him come in, but now it was a race to see who could make their argument faster and louder.  Steve held his tongue and tried to listen as they spoke over each other.  He was unwilling to give either side the benefit of the doubt.  Both could be equally stubborn, irrational and childish.  He didn’t know how this started, but he needed it to end.  

“One at a time or no one at all!”  Steve demanded.

“I want. My birthday party.  At Chuck E Cheese!”  Doro whined, stamping her foot.  “It’s not fair!!  Jenny and Andy BOTH got Chuck E Cheeses parties!  I HATE being famous.”

“Be reasonable, chicken,” Eddie pleaded, “We can have an awesome party here at home with pizza and we can play  hide and seek, musical chairs, and pin the tail on the donkey!!”

Steve couldn’t help the snort that emerged.  Pin the tail on the Donkey?  What was Eddie thinking?

“Chuck E Cheese has a band that comes out and plays every half hour!” Dorothy whined.

“Daddy has a band that can play the WHOLE TIME if you want!!”  Eddie countered.

“Oh my God, Daddy, that's SO embarrassing!!”  Dorothy cried.

“I’ve won three Grammys…” Eddie sulked.  

“Okay, loves,” Steve broke in, “Before someone’s feelings really get hurt-” He looked pointedly at Eddie, who frankly, should not be taking this so personally but who was sulking anyway.  “Let’s get a few things straight.  Dorothy Munson, YOU are not famous. Maybe someday, but not today.  However!” Steve pinned his daughter with a look, “Your father is, and he absolutely cannot stroll into a Chuck E Cheese on a Saturday without a security detail.  You don’t want that on your birthday so we are going to sit down and compromise!” 

“Fine,” his daughter sighed.  “So…Disneyland?”

#steddie dads #Disney was always the endgame #Auntie Robin helped her out #Dorothy is normally a sweetheart and not a spoiled brat #Named after queen of metel Doro Pesch #They took her whole class to Disneyland because why not #At least it's not Chuck E Cheese

[harlowsbby]

Football shenanigans

You honestly knew nothing about football all you knew was that a bunch of sweaty and gross men ran around with a ball trying to score points.

You weren’t really as outgoing or as loud as a few of Jack’s old girlfriends were, staying to yourself was something you did best and that’s something Jack loved about you, he loved that you didn’t care to be in the known or to be known all of the time.

When the two of you arrived to the arena you stayed close to Jack, he left your hand tightly and have your hand three soft squeezes which was your code word for I love you.

Once the two of you made it up to the reserved booth all of Jack’s friends practically yelled when he entered the room.

“Well well well if it isn’t Jack Harlow himself are you ready to lose today?” Nemo Ky teased and Jack rolled his eyes. The two of them had made a bet, Ky was rooting for Kentucky wildcats while Jack was rooting for Louisville Cardinals

“Me lose? That isn’t heard of besides once my team wins you better have my money ready Ky” ky laughed and brushed Jack off he didn’t pay Jack no mind all Jack did was run his mouth, he stopped laughing when his eyes landed on yours. Ky has seen you a few times but in the those few times he did see you Jack was always having you stuck to his side or you always stayed glued to his side.

“Is that Y/N? Why is she sitting all the way over there?”

Jack smiled softly and looked over at where you sat, you were sitting near the the window and talking to Urban he was trying to explain everything to you, your eyes widened in wonder as he did.

“You know she’s really only met Urban so I’m assuming the two of them have this little bond going on, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Jack loved how quiet you were but you hated how painfully shy you were.

“Are you sure she’ll talk? Remember last time.” Jack sighed and remembered the last time he tried to introduce you to the guys.

“Baby this is Ace, Nemo, Ky and of course my brother Clay.” He introduced you to them at the Grammy’s after party you stood there awkwardly not really knowing what to say or do.

“Are you okay? Did she not hear you or something.” Ace mumbled to Jack and you frowned in embarrassment.

“She’s shy and all but she’ll warm up to you all eventually.” You did eventually but they were all patient with you and took their time with you and that was something Jack was thankful for.

“Well the game is about to start so we might as well just all start bonding now.” Jack and Ky both grabbed some drinks Jack had grabbed the two of you some water.

“Here comes your man.” You looked up and your smile widened seeing Jack coming your way.

“Hi baby.” You spoke softly before standing up and letting Jack sit down first before sitting on his lap.

“Has Urban been teaching you anything so far?”

“Uh well not really well he has but I don’t really understand anything all I know is the team you both are going for and that’s about it.” You smiled and watched the football players run around on the field.

“That’s alright baby that’s all you need to know.”

“Hold on Y/N who’s team are you on?” Sunni asked you from across the room. Jack smiled and gave your thighs a reassuring squeeze.

“Go on baby he won’t bite I promise and if he does I’ll hurt him.” You giggled and looked back at Sunni he gave you a warm and caring smile.

“I think I’ll go with the Kentucky Wildcats.” Everyone in the room froze everyone but Ky who cheered and rushed over to Jack and You.

“I knew I liked you for a reason I can’t believe your own girl is going against you Jack.” Ky laughed you raised your eyebrows at him in a confusing manner.

“What are you talking about Ky?” You asked him. “Your boyfriend over here he’s rooting for the Louisville Cardinals as well as everyone else in here but Quiiso and Myself and now you are rooting for the Wildcats.” Looking back down at Jack he had his arms crossed over his chest with a pout on his lips.

“What’s the matter Jack?”

“I take you to your first ever football game and you pick the opposite team that’s the matter baby.”

“Well I just have a feeling my team will win against yours.” Everyone ooo’d at your comeback, Jack smacked his lips and shoved you off his lap softly.

“Since you wanna be on the enemies side you can’t sit on my lap.” He stuck his tongue out at you and stiffed a laugh, you gasped dramatically.

“Wow really? Alright fine but let’s make a little bet shall we?” The mischief evident in your devious little smile.

“What’s the bet?”

“If my team wins Urban, Sunni and You have to run around in the snow with nothing but your boxers on.” You laughed along with Ky.

“What? You know what fine and if we win then you two have to do whatever we say for the next week, do we have a deal?” Looking back at Ky he nodded his head in approval, turning back around you took Jack’s hand before shaking on it.

Jack was on edge the entire game you looked between him and Ky as the two of them trashed talked here and there. You never really understood anything about sports or why everyone got so into it till now. You even caught yourself a few times jumping up and down and yelling.

Before you knew it the game was over and of course your team won.

“We won!!” You cheered with Ky the two of you rubbing it in Jack’s face, he rolled his eyes and pushed the camera out of Ky’s face.

“Your team cheated that’s the only reason they won.” He sassed Urban and Sunni agreeing with him.

“We didn’t cheat, don’t be a sore loser Jack we won fair and square don’t be getting all salty now.” You sassed back. “Looks like you three will be running around in your boxers tonight.” You laughed and the three of them groaned.

Later that night

“Well damn that’s a fine ass if I do say so myself!” You yelled out from Maggie porch and laughed watching Jack, Sunni and Urban run around the front yard, a few neighbors were sitting outside as well laughing with you all.

“Baby it’s cold can I stop running around now.” Jack cried out his nose was a bit red due to the coldness.

“Hmm you think they should stop now Maggie, Ky?” Maggie laughed and shook her head before going back inside.

“I think you three should do a few more laps around the block!!” Ky yelled out and you agreed. Jack might’ve been freezing but seeing you laughing and opening up to his friends was certainly the highlight of his year.

( just a little something fun 💗 all this angst be doing my head in but enjoyyyyy )

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[daydreamswithme]

hi, you said you mby wanted to get into writing? how about a meet cute situation? where harry is like famous and she doesn’t know but he looks familiar or something like that. if you don’t end up doing it that is also okay :) hope you’re having a good day xx

A/N: AAAH OMG!!! THIS ID MY FIRST REQUEST THANK UUUU XXXXX !!!! i didnt really know how to start this BUT I LOOKED UP SOME PROMPTS and chose this one:

THIS IS LIKE MORE THAN 2 YEARS OLD SO IT WAS WAY WAY BEFORE HARRY WON HIS GRAMMIES OR GAINED THE ALL THE FAME HE HAS NOW LOL (i started writing it right about the time lot first started in the usa i think????)

20: getting paired up at a dance class

You were running late.

So fucking late.

And you knew that Glenne was a perfectionist and she would have your head if you were late again-

But it wasn't your fault. Solely at least.

Everything was going wrong today. From getting your period this morning and staining your favourite sheets to the bus breaking down on the way down here, forcing you to walk the last 3 blocks in the pouring rain.

The universe seemed to hate you today.

Finally, though, you sigh as you push open the heavy door to the dance hall.

"I'm so sorry Glenne, I swear I got ready half an hour early and got on the early bus to come on time and oh my fucking god you won't believe what happened today-"

You are interrupted by a cough. And so you turn around slowly, prepared for the embarrassment you are going to have to endure, only to find that Glenne wasn't alone this time.

No, she was accompanied by Jeff and another man, but you just couldn't place a finger on who he was. You'd definitely seen him before because he looked familiar but-

" 'm Harry" is the first thing he says, before sticking his hand out for a handshake.

You take it, telling him your own name before he's cutting you off again.

"Oh my god your hands are freezing! Here I have an extra sweatshirt somewhere"

And he's running off, to the other side of the room where you find three gym bags placed on the floor. You turn quickly to Glenne, eyes wide and questioning before she mouths, 'Jeff's friend'

You nod in understanding and watch him shuffle through his cream crocheted tote bag, a sparkly 'HS' twinkling in the dance studio's light. A moment later, his hands pop out with a black hoodie, embroidered with 'Treat People With Kindness' that he hands to you hastily, urging you behind the room partition to change.

"This is Y/N?" you hear his voice again, and you are sure you've heard that british accent before, you just can't place your finger on it-

"Why? Interested?" you hear Glenne say in a teasing voice and you can just hear that stupid little smirk of hers-

"Alright enough, I can hear you, it's not like I'm actually in a different room" you say, quickly pulling the sweatshirt over your head but not before you hear some low murmurs. "Now let's get this over with" you sigh, while walking to the group. You turn to Harry, "Cute sweatshirt, thanks". He nods with a smile,

"Actually it's from-"

"Ah, you are all here...finally" the dance instructor comes in the room, and you narrow your eyes at her dig.

"I was like ten minutes late" you try to defend.

"Try 25" Glenne remarks while stretching, and you turn to Jeff who usually supports you, only to find him looking away from you, not wanting to get involved.

"Alright, let's start. Now, you two are the maid of honour and best man I presume?" you and Harry nod. "Now traditionally, you share a dance, usually a waltz once the guests are welcomed to the dance floor. We'll start first with leader's steps and see if that fits you" you both nod again. "Jeff and Glenne, feel free to do the same"

Your eyes fleet over at Harry for a moment, only to find him already looking at you. When you catch him he diverts his eyes quickly and you can't help the chuckle that leaves you.

"Something funny, Y/N?" the dance instructor chastises you, and just like you are a schoolgirl again you answer instinctively,

"No miss", making you and the rest of the group erupt in giggles. Harry is trying to hold it back, but you see the huge smile that takes over his face.

"Now, this dance is easy. It's exactly as it sounds, one leads while the other follows. If you are going for tradition, which I believe you are, it's usually the man that leads so, Harry, Jeff, turn to your partners"

Jeff turns to Glenne while Harry turns to you, putting his right hand out. He wiggles his brows and with a curious smile, you place your hand in his. He softly clutches it, before raising it and placing his other hand on your waist. You hear the dance teacher shuffling to put on the music and turn to Harry with a smile.

"Hey, so I've never waltzed before" you say, pursing your lips in a smile while he looks at you with a smile. "So if I accidentally step on both your feet at the same time, know that I'm sincerely sorry."

"I'll keep that in mind" he replies, giggling as he takes a step back. You follow reluctantly, taking a small step so you don't step on him. He nods, seemingly approving of your move and continues on.

You fall into a steady rhythm, one step forward, two steps right, one step left and one backward. It seems easy, you think to yourself and start making your steps bigger, your movement more confident.

That is of course, until you manage to step on both of his feet at the same time-

"Fuck!" you hear, a scream which breaks the beautiful silence that had encompassed the room, with you holding Harry's gaze, dancing like you had been doing it for years.

Harry runs for the small bench on the side of the room and a string of apologies spew out of your mouth. Jeff and Glenne look over, and you know, Glenne is going to kill you right about now-

"Shit! I'm so sorry Harry, oh fuck! Sorry!" you move over to him, who although clearly hurt, tried his smallest of smiles while reassuring you that it was fine, really, and it didn't actually hurt that much.

"I think that this is enough for today" you hear Glenne say through an annoyed huff, and you know, you know, you'll hear it over the phone tonight. You bite your lip anxiously, sliding next to Harry on the small wooden bench and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Really, Harry, I'm so so sorry" you keep repeating and a small giggle floats through your ears. You're confused, until you turn to see Harry with a cute bunny smile, his eyes crinkling as he takes your apologies in. You aren't sure if the pain is making him delirious yet it couldn't have possibly hurt that much, right?

"Actually, you know what?" He speaks up, looking at you. You shrug, confused by the sudden shift in his mood. Your eyebrows knit in worry, and you look at him with glossed over eyes, hoping you didn't fuck this up.

"I don't think I can forgive you". Your eyes wide. His smile is infectious as he looks at you, and you allow yourself to calm down, telling yourself that that he's just joking-

"That is, unless you join me for dinner tonight?"

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[jqhotchner]

love of my life

chapter four

time passed by quickly! before you knew it your eldest daughter was three and your youngest was two and a half. by that time you were on your third baby girl and harry second album was a success! he was still dealing with olivia, even though you knew he was about ready to tell his team to fuck off, he still did it to protect you and your girls.

you loved that harry would do anything to protect his family, even hiding your relationship and dating someone who clearly didn’t understand boundaries.

but you hated how stressed he was. you even offered to tell his fans about your relationship. harry knew you weren’t ready for the world to know about you and your family just yet. he continued to tell you that he could manage this.

and he did, for two more years after that. now, pregnant with twin girls this time, you thought it was time for you to let the world know who you are. harry was overwhelmed with his relationship with olivia and the pressure her team was putting on him for a proposal of some sort.

he wanted to be able to hold you and care for you, love you and kiss you, he wanted to be able to be your husband privately and publicly. and you wanted to be his wife just as much.

it’s why he knew exactly what he was gonna do. he didn’t let anyone, not even you, know his plan. currently he was home with his family. he had to prepare for the grammys! he was announcing his third album to the world tomorrow night.

harry’s stylist, and one of his best friends, had stopped by with plenty of outfits for him to try on.

your daughters all stared at their dad in awe. they still didn’t understand that their daddy was an international rockstar. but they loved watching him dress up.

“what do you think, babe? is it too flashy?” harry asked nervously.

“pwetty, daddy!” delilah states.

she was four now and had the height of her father. your mom swore she was gonna be over six foot tall by the time she reached eleven.

“you like it lilah?”

delilah nods her head, her youngest sibling leaning her head on top of her shoulder.

“what about you, princess? you like this outfit on daddy? or should i pick something else?”

maybelle was only five, but she was really into clothes and fashion the most. harry just knew she’d most likely be a supermodel or fashion designer when she got older.

“like this one, daddy. makes your eyes glow.” she points to the outfit.

harry hums. he grabs the outfit, runs to put it on, and comes back out.

“she’s right! you look fantastic, babe.” you state.

“i love it! and i might have to hire your daughter.” lloyd jokes.

“she’s our little fashion genius!”

harry picks up his eldest daughter as he kisses her cheek gently.

“daddy, going?” nova asked.

“not until tomorrow night. and ill be back home before you know it darling!” harry states.

“you’re still going with o?” lloyd knew how much olivia stressed harry out.

“um—yeah. i am.” he sighs. he didn’t really like discussing this around the kids, or around you. you tried to hide it but he knew you were upset by this dynamic! especially because it was only supposed to to last two years.

but he just couldn’t wait until the brits awards. that’s where his plan to tell the world about you and his family would play in action. tonight he just had to smile for the camera with olivia on his arms.

you were currently sitting in bed watching the grammys. you allowed the kids to stay up late to watch their dad preform. you knew they’d be cranky tomorrow morning, but you would just suffer through it.

“look, there’s daddy again!” you point to the tv. they were announcing best pop solo performance. when they called his name you and the kids clapped.

“daddy won!” maybelle cheers.

the four of you watched as he gave his speech before going back stage. you knew he wasn’t gonna stay any longer.

“alright, bedtime. daddy should be here soon. ill make sure he comes to kiss you goodnight.”

“kay, mama.” you got the kids ready for bed. heading to your bedroom and getting ready to sleep as well. you heard the front door open.

smiling, knowing harry would kiss the kids goodnight before anything.

when you finally felt his arms around you, you sighed softly. “proud of you grammy award winner.”

harry chuckles. “can’t believe it.” your turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i can, you’re a rockstar! it was only a matter of time.”

harry kissed you gently. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“what are you on about?”

harry kisses your neck. “i mean, the song was inspired by you after all.” he smirks against your skin.

“you’re nasty.”

“i just wanna taste it. watermelon sugar, high.”

“stop!”

“can i get a taste now, misses styles?”

“you’re tipsy aren’t you? you’re always a little horny when you’re buzzed.”

“just a little, but can you blame me though? i have the hottest fucking wife ever! especially when you’re pregnant with our kids. love you so much.” he kisses you passionately.

you just giggle as he continues to love on you. “gotta be quiet.” you hummed.

“tell yourself that. you’re the one that’s loud.”

you giggle once more as he picks up and and gently plop your body on your bed.

the next two weeks went by fast. harry had gone to england for the brits awards three nights ago. tonight was the night he would publicly announce to the world about his wife and his three, almost five, beautiful children.

he was nervous, yet excited. unfortunately olivas team pushed them to go to this award show together, despite harrys team thinking it’ll be best if he goes alone. but they couldn’t deny the attention they both got at the grammys. ultimately they agreed that it would be good press.

“you ready, babes?” olivia smiles.

harry refrained from rolling his eyes. he knew that this would embarrass her, big time! but he had to do this. for himself, for you, and for the kids. it was long overdue.

“lets get this over with.” harry sighs.

once they got to the red carpet, everyone cheered and yelled for them. harry kept his hands on the small of her back.

finally, when he was seated and the show went on, he enjoyed himself, drinking and laughing. when it was time to preform he did a fantastic job. he felt more confident and relaxed when he was home.

he loved preforming in the us, but nothing was like preforming in your own country!

when they announced his name for song of the year everyone whistled and cheered. harry got on stage and accepted his award.

“wow! this is a huge honor. id like to thank the fans for always being supportive and enjoying my music. id like to thank my mom for encouraging me to pursue my dream all those years ago. and most importantly id like to thank my wife, yn and our three beautiful daughters! thank you all. i love each and everyone of you.”

you were stunned when you watched his speech. you didn’t know what to do or say. part of you was nervous.

this was a huge deal for you and your family. this meant the world knew about you. and even from the years before, when they found your instagram, you still get people trying to add you.

now that they knew you were more than just harrys friend, the amount of people requesting to follow you will triple.

another part of you was relieved. finally being able to be free and love your husband openly felt amazing. no more sneaking off, no more looking over your shoulders, no more paying paparazzi off, no more stress. that thought made you feel amazing.

your phone kept going off but you couldn’t care less about that. until you saw harrys name pop up.

“i can’t believe that just happened.”

“are you upset?”

“im—no. im actually relieved, harry. i can finally be open with you. i can finally shout to the world im your wife, and—you can finally tell the world you’re my husband. baby, this is the best gift you’ve given me. besides our kids of course.”

harry sighs in relief.

“how’s jeff handling things? i take it he didn’t know either considering you had to take liva with you.”

“yeah, he’s a bit pissed but he’s also kinda happy i finally spilled the beans. he just wished i would have told him. how are you and the twins?”

“when you said my name they kicked.”

“really?!”

“mhm! i think they’re proud of their daddy.”

“well it’s been a long time coming. you all deserve the world. no more hiding.”

“no more hiding.”

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[milesandcorysupermacy]

can you do a fic we’re y/n is miles(doesn’t matter which one) little sister who can lowkey sing but denies it

HEEEEEY, POOKIE! So ik I took long to answer ur request but u inspired me to write again because I can actually relate to this 😭

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"Mariposa"

1610!Miles x Younger-SISTER-Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is 13, Miles is 15, Me not knowing anthing about the music industry, Not spell checked bc im lazy, Reader recorded without her consent (it'll make sense, I promise 😭)

Songs that were used: 'In Your Hands' By Halle, and 'Hailey's Comet' By Billie Eilish

Summary: You've always thought you could sing well, but you never considered it was exceptionally well. When you're confronted with other people's opinions on your singing, you start to change your mind. Can you really sing?

Taglist:

@we-loveebony

@im-miss-simp

@ilovespiderverseee

@maxoloqy

@edgyficuselastica

@thehighlordishere

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You walked into your kitchen, humming the soft melodies of the Billie Eilish song playing in your shared airpod with your older brother, Miles.

"Hey, you wanna order tacos? Your treat, by the way."

You turn to him, confused from this comment since he usually pays. You hate to admit anything nice about him, but one thing you can say is...he's a gentleman.

"Why am I paying?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this will jog your memory."

Your over-dramatic sibling says as he points to a scar on his left cheek. You sheepishly chuckle as you scratch the back of your neck, embarrassed. The scar he's referring to is from two days ago when you threw scissors at him.

"Oh, right. In my defense, I thought your spidey senses would make you catch it."

Miles gasped.

"HOW?!?!!? I was holding sketches! If you thought I would drop my precious babies for some scissors...you clearly don't know me, mother's other child."

He said, not referring to you by name anymore. You rolled your eyes as you threatened him with the worst thing of all...no food.

"Well, if you're not even referring to me by name anymore, I guess you don't want any tacos!"

Miles immediately frowned, gasping from your threat.

"No! I love you my most beautiful, sweet, elegant sister! I still want the tacos! Make mine carne asada, please!"

You rolled your eyes at his willingness to switch up so easily. You sighed, opening your Uber Eats app to find the closest taco place.

"What a drag to love you like I do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh"

You sang quietly along to the infectious melodies of Billie Eilish's 'Hailey's Comet'. Miles just stared at you, stunned. He's never heard you sing unless you were joking around, but right now he could've sworn you were a Grammy-nominated artist. He let this keep going on until the song ended, still staring at you while you absent-mindedly look into your phone. Not noticing him staring daggers into the side of your face.

"Ok, I placed the orde-"

"You sounded really good just now, why didn't you tell anyone you could sing like that?"

You stared at him bug-eyed, not knowing how to respond to all this sudden attention on you. Being the younger sister of Miles Morales, you just kinda got used to flying under his radar. I mean, he's a *almost* Straight A student, exceptionally good at art, a superhero, and he's in one of the most prestigious schools in Brooklyn. How could you even compete with that?

You're just a 13 year old girl who passes all her classes to keep her and her parents sane, and pretty much nothing after that. You acknowledged this hidden talent, but immediately compared yourself to other singers and realized that you would get crushed in that audition room. You weren't some Beyonce waiting to happen, you were just a girl. A girl who has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Why? What do you mean why, Miles? Have you heard all the other singers out there? Dude, I would get fucking crushed the moment I let out the first note. Not just that, but you're so obviously mom and dad's favorite. I mean, every time I come home with a B I feel like an idiot compared to you. You're just better than me, and everyone knows it. I fly under your radar, Miles. Every time that you, mom, or dad introduce me to somebody, you guys always say Miles' little sister. Face it, dude. I can't compare to you."

Miles felt his heart shatter hearing your words. As a big brother, his job was to protect you. How could he do that when he was causing the problem himself? He never looked down on you, he was proud to have you as a sister and he couldn't believe that you felt this way about yourself. What made it even worse was the fact that you started crying, he immediately sprung into action when he saw the tears falling. He engulfed you in a hug, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Mariposa. I never even realized that the family was downplaying you like this, you're incredible and deserve to be seen as such."

You felt a smirk coming onto your lips from the nickname that he called you, referring to your Halloween costume from 10 years ago. Small moments like this made you realize that you had a brother who loved you, and would talk to you about anything. That's all that matters, right? You and him against the world...well, maybe just him. (Give the man credit, he's literally spiderman.)

"It's fine, I'm sorry to drop all of this on you. I feel like I kinda overreacted."

You awkwardly chuckled as Miles look at you like you were a woman gone mad.

"Why are you sorry? I'm glad you brung it up, now I can be more aware whenever I see it happen again. The fact that you feel like you're always under my radar is even more of a reason to get yourself out there! Who knows, I mean maybe Mami and Dad could hire you a manager. We're in New York, this IS industry city."

You thought about the idea for a second and honestly, it sounded great at first. Then you started to realize that you were 13, about to graduate 8th grade, and have no experience in vocal training. The once great idea started to sound like a complete fail.

"While I appreciate your excitement, Miles. I'm barely a high schooler, and have no experience. If I were to make it in the industry, it be pure luck!"

You waved him off as he was walking around you in a circle, spewing ideas. Starting to become annoyed with how invested he truly is in your life, a blessing and a curse.

"Well maybe if we go to the mall and-"

"What? No, that's so idiotic."

"Well, if you can open for an artist's tour-"

"How am I gonna do that with my middle class, Afro-Hispanic family in Brooklyn, New York?"

"Well, I got a few piggy bank-"

Miles was thankfully interrupted by a notification from your phone saying that the tacos were downstairs at the front desk.

"Thank fuck."

You whispered as the notification saved you from hearing any more of Miles' idiotic ideas.

"Miles, you mind going to get it?"

"Yea, just gimme a sec."

He says as he puts his shoes on, but that's really just a cover for his plan. He decided to play one of your favorite songs right now, 'In Your Hands'. He did this since he knew you wouldn't be able to resist singing it, especially since nobody else is around. While he's downstairs, he left his phone recording in the apartment so that he could catch your angelic voice and show it to his parents. Great plan....well, at least he hopes so.

~Timeskip~

While you and Miles play Wii Bowling on the living room TV, (you were beating his ass btw) your parents walk in. You both greet them and help with groceries, you then decide that you wanted to take a shower and exit the room. This gives Miles time to execute his plan!

(We're gonna pan over to Miles' scene bc I'm not. writing about you taking a boring ass shower.)

"Ok, we have like 40 mins until she's done with her nightly routine."

Miles says very suspiciously which causes his parents to feel concerned about him.

"Miles, buddy. You alright? I hope you're not sick or anything."

Jeff says as he cautiously touches Miles' forehead. His mother begins to chime in with the concern too.

"Yeah, you do look kinda pale."

Rio says, also touching the poor boy's face.

"He does, doesn't he? I'm glad I wasn't the only one noticing-"

"I'm not pale, I'm very pigmented!"

Miles whisper shouts. His parents back off with their hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys a video of Y/N that I took. I know it sounds weird, but it's a video of her singing. It sounds really nice and I want her to have a talent of her own since everyone compares us."

His parents smile with approval and appreciation of how nice your brother was being towards you right now.

"Well, show us whatcha got!"

Rio says, enthusiastically. Miles opens his camera app and plays the video, immediately smiling at your perfect voice as you sing the melodic notes of the song.

"In your Hands, in your hands.

You can't let go or you'll lose your chance.

'Cause after me, you'll never fall in love again, la-la-la."

You melodically sung along to the song ans your parents stared at the phone with shock. They listened to the whole 3 minute video and smiled the whole way through, stunned by your almost perfect vocals.

"Wow...I can't believe that's my baby girl singing!"

Rio said, bewildered.

After some time, you finally walk out the bathroom with your pajamas and a towel on your head. Your family just stared at you with shock as you walked toward the kitchen for water.

"What? Am I not supposed to drink this water or something?"

"Girl, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad, believing he's truly lost it this time.

"What are you talking about?"

Miles smiled cheekily at you as he played the video of your singing. You immediately grew embarrassed as you felt your face heat up and eyes widen.

"Miles, I'll kill you!"

You shouted as you charged towards your older brother who hid behind his mom.

"Baby, this is great! We signed you up for vocal lessons and even got you a meeting with a manager tomorrow, that's...if you say yes, of course."

Your mom trailed off.

"You better say yes, this stuff wasn't cheap!"

Jeff complained as your mom shot him a glare.

"Fine, I'll do it."

You said as you smiled from your families interest in you and your interests. You and your family conversed on some logistics and commitments that you will have to make for this newfound hobby. With that, there was just one more question to ask...

"So, what will your artist name be? We need a name to put on the email to the record label."

You looked up at your older brother and smiled before saying...

"Mariposa."

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THIS IS ITTT 🤑🤑

The first post after my lil hiatus 🤧

Anyway, I hope yall liked it and thanks to the anon who sent this, ima answer the other request I got too!

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[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: College AU! College Visit

A.N.: I write what I know. I am a music education major with a theater minor. I’m sorry if this makes it hard for you to imagine yourself in this scenario. Please do not leave me any hate. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Thank you :) 

Warnings: 6 year age gap, reader is a college student, music and theater education major, reader is in choir and theater, and is currently in two productions

“H, are you sure that you, and your family, want to spend the day here at school with me?” I ask Harry over the phone, for probably the millionth time since he told me he was coming to see me while school was in session. “I’ve told you a million times, I can just skip classes and choir that day. They will understand.”

“Love, I’ve told you a million times, I want to see what your everyday life is like. And with having the day off before going back on tour, and my mom wanting to see you again, I can’t imagine a better way to spend the day. Besides, I’ve always wanted to sit in on a college class.”

“Okay, fine. You’re lucky you’ll be here on a day I don’t have a lot of classes. Imagine if you were going to be here on a two rehearsal day,” I say with a chuckle, and he chuckles in response knowing that my days are almost as busy on the same level as his. 

“Mondays really are your tame days, aren’t they?” he replies, and I can tell he is laughing. 

“Shut up. I’m already at the hotel, since you booked it under my name, that way you don’t have to check in, you can just come to the backdoor. My car is back there, and I left the driver door unlocked with the room keys in the console. Same for Jeff and Mitch, Sarah, and bubs. You’ll get here at 8 tonight?”

“Yeah, darling, Mum, Gem, and I will get there at 8 tonight. Jeff, Sarah, and Mitch as well. And of course they’ll have bubs with them. I think Jeff and the two of them mentioned they wanted to come to your choir rehearsal, if you don’t think that will cause too much of a problem,” he adds, knowing that it might cause a problem. 

“Um, no. It shouldn’t, at least. I’ve talked to both of my directors, and since it’s been out there since the summer that we are together they kind of figured it would happen at some point. The choir director already had me share about it on Friday, and then he is going to send out a reminder text in the morning. The choir is amazing at being focused, so I really don’t think y’all being there will cause any problems. And everyone at play rehearsal has known for weeks that you would be here tomorrow. The only problem I can see is with my focus, because I only have 36 hours with you,” and I say, sighing. “I’m really sorry I can’t be there for your birthday. I just can’t miss that test.”

“I know baby, I know. And I’m not upset at all. I’m glad we at least get this day together.”

“Yeah, but I feel like I should make it out for your birthday show. I don’t know. Maybe I can leave right after my test on Tuesday and drive out. I think my other teacher for that day would be super understanding. And then I could stay with you and come back after the Grammys,” I tell him, because I already had plans to attend the Grammys with him, I just wasn't going to walk the carpet. “Wait, you don't have another show until the Brit Awards on the 11th. Where are you going after the Grammys? You’ll have like four days off-ish. ” I asked him, realizing he had never told me where he was going until the Australian leg of the tour started. 

“Well, as you know my mum and Gemma are actually heading out after our visit with you, they’re leaving Monday night, right after your rehearsal. We have to head out to Englnd to make sure we’re there in time for rehearsals, since I’m also performing at the Brit’s.. I’m looking at Jeff’s GPS and it says we’re about two hours away from the hotel, so I’m going to hang up so you can study and finish up your homework before we get there. Do you want me to pick up take out on my way in?”

“No, unless you want some. I stocked the room with groceries since I knew, besides coming to my school, which is super small and no one will see you besides the people who have already signed NDA’s, we would be in the hotel room. Also, I stocked your mom and Gemma’s room, and the other’s rooms as well.”

“Darling you didn’t have to do that. I could have sent security to the store or something,” he tells me, and I can hear the stress in his voice. 

“No, really, it was no big deal. It wasn’t as much as I’m making it sound, because there is room service, and the really good Chinese take out place is right down the street from the hotel, so I can just pop out and get it.”

“I’m paying you back,” he says, and I know I will never win this argument, so I just sigh. “Now, go study and do homework. I’ll be there before you know it. I love you.”

“I love you too H. See you soon,” I say, and pull the phone away from my ear as he hangs up. Two short hours. I can handle two short hours. I stood up from where I had been sitting on the bed and crossed to the desk where I had  already laid out all of the materials needed set out, my study music already playing from where it left off when I first got the call from Harry. I picked up my music history book, and flipped it open to the page I was supposed to start reading on. It didn’t take long before I was lost in the world of music history, reading about Bach and Handel. It took about 20 minutes for me to finish  reading, before I closed that book and opened the next one. This time I had to read and write a response, so I knew it would take longer. 

After about an hour, I closed that book and my laptop, now finished with homework and not sure what to do. I decided to pick up my phone and look through my social media. 

Right before the news broke about Harry and I, I made all of my social media private, so that only the people in life that I trusted were given an insight into my life with him. I already rarely used social media, besides using snapchat to send updates to friends, so it wasn’t hard to make sure no one was on it. I decided to open snapchat, and saw that I had an unopened picture from Harry that I hadn’t noticed had been delivered. I quickly open it and see a super dorky picture of him in the car, with Gemma making a stupid face behind him. I laughed, and then snapped a picture of myself and sent it to him, after writing a message that said I had finished homework and was just waiting. 

After a few minutes of waiting for him to reply, I got bored and restless, and turned on the television, just flipping to some random channel that had a movie playing, and then sat down on the couch provided in the room. The sitting soon turned to laying, and the laying turned to hanging upside down because I’m just so restless that I couldn’t sit in one position for too long. I was sitting like that when I heard the key beep in the door, and then the door creak open. 

“Love?” I heard from my spot on the couch, and scrambled to move, which just caused me to fall on the floor, because I am nothing if not clumsy. 

“I’m in here,” I say, as I make it to my feet and as I spin to face the doorway, he steps in. “Harry,” I say his name like it’s my last saving grace, and it’s just a sigh that falls through my lips, and I run to him, jumping into his arms as he opens them, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Hi darling,” he says as he holds me, before pulling me into a kiss. When he pulls away the two of us just stare at each other, being happy just to see the other's face, after not seeing each other since Christmas. I drop my legs from around him, and he sets me down on the floor, still with our arms wrapped around each other. After a minute, he laughs and says “Did you fall when I walked in?” and I shove him away, also laughing. 

“Yes, don’t make fun of me,” I say, and pout my lips, like a little toddler. 

“Oh, darling,” he says and walks back towards me. “I’m not making fun of you, I just wanted to know if I needed to check for injuries,” he says, and wraps his arms around me again, kissing the pout right off, because when his hands, or any part of his body, is on me, I’m all smiles. Especially since it’s been a month since I saw him last. We stand there just exchanging small pecks and smiles back and forth for an unknown (to us) amount of time, happy to be together again. However, there is always someone that comes along to interrupt, and low and behold after some time, there was a knock on our hotel room door. I giggle and pull back from Harry as he groans, and turn to go to the door. He, however, has different plans, and only allows me to turn around in his arms, keeping them tight around my stomach, and pulling back as I try to walk to the door. 

“Harry!” I exclaim with a laugh, “let me go get the door. It’s probably your mom and sister, and I miss them too.”

“Not as much as you miss me though. Don’t let them in. Let it just be us for a little longer,” he says, tucking his face into my neck and kissing the place that he knows will make me weak in the knees. 

“No!” I exclaim with another laugh. “I’m coming!” I shout to the door, knowing that whoever is on the other side can hear everything that is happening. When he finally lets go of my waist, I stumble forward, and almost fall, but then he catches me, spins us so he’s the one at the door, and whips the door open. I run up behind him, rest my chin on his shoulder, and smile widely at the five people standing in front of us. “Hey guys!” I say with a smile, and pull Harry out of the way so that they can all enter the room. They all say hello and give me a hug as they walk by, after I shove Harry out of the way so I can hug Sarah. I hug Anne the longest, because she has become a mother to me. She and I wrap our arm around each other, and walk into the “living room” of the hotel room, and she kisses the top of my head before letting me go and playfully pushing me towards Harry, who is now pouting on the couch. I go and sit on his lap, sideways, with my legs hanging off the other side of him, and he wraps his arms tightly around my waist as I curl my arms around his shoulders. He gives me a quick kiss and we just sit there looking at each other while everyone else talks, in our own little world. At least, until Jeff says my name. 

“Y/N,” he says, and my head whips in his direction, fully intending to turn my attention to him. “What time is the first class that you have to be at tomorrow?”

“Well, I figured since Harry is only interested in my music classes I would skip my 9 am, which would make my first class be at 10:45. And the school is only like ten minutes from here, so Harry and I wouldn’t need to leave until 10:30. I figured I could drive us since my car is here, and then everyone else can drive to campus for choir at 12.”

“Okay great, and after that?”

“Well, choir is at 12, like I just said, but I’ll have like a 20 minute break between the end of class and the start of choir, so I thought I would bring Harry back to my apartment to see my roommate that isn’t in choir, and then we would head back over for choir.”

“I want to see your apartment,” Anne jumps in, and that makes me remember that she had mentioned it before. 

“Oh, yeah. Well, I’ll have an hour break after choir before my technical theater class, so you guys could come over then. Harry mentioned he also wanted to go to that class, so I thought he would and then we could come back to the hotel for a few hours before I have rehearsal. Who all is making an appearance at rehearsal?”

“I think we all wanted to go to that,” Sarah says, looking around the room. 

“Yeah,” Gemma jumps in, “it’s not everyday that you get to see your little brother’s girlfriend acting on a stage.”

I blush, saying “I’m nowhere near as good as Harry though. And it’s kind of a sad show. Are you sure?” They all nod their heads in response, and I blush even more. “Okay, when Harry and I see the director in tech theater I’ll let him know that everyone will be there.” 

“And everyone who will be at anything tomorrow signed the group NDA that I sent?” Jeff asks, and Harry rolls his eyes. I smack him on the arm, reprimanding him.

“Don’t roll your eyes Harry, it’s important,” I say, before turning my attention back to Jeff, “Yeah, they all signed it last week. Anyone who didn’t want to was excused from choir for the day. It’s just going to be a bunch of review, nothing new. But I think y’all will still enjoy it. I mean, it's nothing like you’ve been in or have seen a lot of, of course. Just plain old college students prepping for our semester concert. You’ll probably think it’s boring,” I say, knowing that I at times think it’s boring. Harry tightens his hold on me, and shakes his head. 

“I don’t think it will be boring. In fact, I think it will be quite fun. Like you said, it’s not what we experience often, which is what will make it fun. Now, now that we’ve talked all this out, will you lot please go to your own rooms so I can have some alone time with my girlfriend, who I will remind you, has not seen me since Christmas, and after this week won’t see me again for another month, until her spring break?” he asks, with a smile on his face, but they all know that he isn’t joking. Jeff shakes his head, before standing up. 

“Yeah, I guess we can. C’mon Mitch, Sarah,” he says, and they both stand up and head towards the door. 

“See y’all tomorrow!” I shout towards them, and the three of them turn and wave back at me. Gemma and Anne stand up after the others leave. 

“Well, we’re tired, so we’ll let you guys be as well,” Anne says, and I stand up to give them both a hug goodnight. “Love you, both of you,” Anne says as I hug her, and I squeeze her a little tighter when she says it. Harry also stands to give his mom and sister a hug, and then follows them to the door.  As he shows them out I head into the bedroom and grab my pajamas from where I had laid them on the bed earlier, and turn to head towards the bathroom, to do my nightly routine. 

“Where’d you go?” I hear him shout from the living room, and I laugh because as clingy as he is I really missed it when we weren’t able to be together. 

“In here,” I shout, leaning out the bathroom door, before ducking back in and continuing to tie my hair back, so that I could wash my face without getting hair in the middle of it. Just as I finish tying my hair back he comes into the bathroom and wraps his arms around me. 

“I wanted to cuddle,” he says with a pout, before leaning down and kissing my shoulder. I place my hands over his arms where they are resting on my stomach, and meet his eyes in the mirror, laughing. 

“I need to wash my face. We both know we will go lay down to cuddle and won’t get back up again until the morning, and with the Grammys coming up I cannot afford any breakouts, so I have to do my skin care,” I explain as I look at his pouting face.

“Does that mean you changed your mind and you will walk the carpet with me?”

“It means I’m considering it, but I’m not making any promises. Now, can I wash my face?”

“Can I do it?” he asks me, turning me in his arms so that I am facing him rather than the sink.

“Can you do it without getting soap in my eyes?” I ask him, because we have been in this position before and he has fully gotten soap in my eyes. He nods vigorously, and I give in, handing him the soap. He places it on the counter next to us and lifts me up onto the counter before stepping in between my legs and grabbing a wash rag. He spends the next ten minutes doing my skincare routine, and when he is done he steps back to admire his handiwork. 

“Beautiful.”

I laugh before saying, “yeah, okay. Can we go lay down and cuddle now?” and he picks me up from the counter and taps my legs to have me wrap them around his waist before he carries me into the bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, and then slips his clothes off before slipping into bed next to me in his boxers. Once he settles he reaches his arm out for me, and I curl up next to him as we fall asleep. 

The next morning I wake up to a knocking on the door, and gently slip out of Harry’s arms and rub my eyes as I walk towards the door. I look through the peephole before opening the door, and groan when I see Jeff standing there with three coffees in his hand.

“Jeff. what the heck,” I say with a groan when I open the door. “We don’t have to leave for another… what time is it?”

“8,” he replies with a little laugh.

“Another two and a half hours. Why are you here?”

“I brought coffee,” he says, shoving the one I know is meant for me towards my face. “It’s a peace offering, because I need to talk about some business stuff with H for a bit.” At that I roll my eyes before responding. 

“You get to wake him up. I’m taking my coffee and taking a shower,” I say, and open the door far enough to let him in, before dropping it and slowly walking back to the bedroom, before beelining for the shower. I take my time in the shower, hoping that by the time I get out they will be done with whatever business they needed to talk about this morning. I’ve just gotten to rinsing my hair for the final time, when Harry knocks on the bathroom door. 

“Love, Jeff left. So you can finish up and get out, if that’s what you were waiting for. Also I grabbed the clothes you had set out last night. You forgot them when you came in here this morning.”

“Thanks H. I’ll be out in a minute,” I say, as I switch the water off and reach for my towel. I dry off and get dressed fairly quickly, because I am unaware of exactly how much time I spent in the shower, and I’m not sure if H is going to shower this morning. “Hey, babe, what time is it?” I ask as I walk into the bedroom, with the tail end of the coffee Jeff had gotten me in my hand.

“Uh, 9:45. When did you say the two of us need to leave?” 

“10:30. Were you going to shower this morning?” 

“Yeah, but it won’t take me long. I’m going to go hop in now,” he says, and as he walks by me he grabs my face for a quick kiss. I laugh as he pulls away, and playfully smack his ass. 

“Go get in the shower. I’ll still be here when you get out. In fact, I'll probably be drinking an energy drink, since last night was such a late night and then Azoff so kindly woke me up with his knocking on the door,” I say with a roll of my eyes. 

“I already sent Jeff to get you another one. He should bring it soon. I sent him to get it as he left because I knew you would want another one. I know you darling,” he says, and then closes the bathroom door to shower. I sit down on the edge of the bed and put on my shoes, before chugging the end of my coffee and then flop back on the bed. I’m probably lying there for a grand total of two minutes before there is another knock on the door. I stand and walk to the door, open it without looking, and hold my hand out for the coffee. 

“Thank you Jeffrey,” I say, and close the door. “See you later!” I shout, knowing he is still standing out there, and with a quick look through the peephole I see him shaking his head at me. I laugh and head back into the bedroom to wait for Harry, but when I get back in there he is already in the room, and as I walk in he is pulling his sweat pants up. “Ya know? I like you better without the pants.”

Harry laughs at me, and turns to face me. “And I like you better without the clothes you have on right now. But we have to get you to school, Miss college student,” he says as he crosses the room and pulls me into his arms. 

“I know, I know. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a college student because then I could go on tour with you.”

“Yeah, me too. But I know that you wouldn't be content just sitting on a tour bus all the time. Which is why I force you to do your homework and pass your classes, because you and I both know that you don’t just want to be a trophy wife. And I want you to be happy,” he says, and then lifts my chin and pulls me into a kiss. After we pull away we just sit there looking at each other, because neither of us wants to end this moment. Unfortunately, there is a knock on the door, and Harry begrudgingly pulls away to go answer the door. As he walks towards the door, he says over his shoulder, “tonight, it will be just us, and we will explore this no-clothes idea.” I laugh as he opens the door to his Mum and Gemma standing in the hall. “You guys are up early,” he states. 

“Well, Mum wanted to see what the clothing vibe for today was, since it's been a bit since she was on a university campus,” Gemma says as she walks into the room, spots the coffee in my hand, and holds her hand out for a sip. 

“You won’t like it,” I say as I hand it to her, knowing that we have two completely different coffee tastes.  She takes a sip anyway and immediately makes a face and shoves the drink back to me. Anne and Harry laugh as I say, “told ya,” with a smirk on my face. She playfully smacks me, and then turns back to the conversation. “Nothing formal. You’re just coming to watch the choir rehearse. No big deal. It’s college. No one dresses nice unless they have to. This is what I’m wearing,” I say and motion towards my outfit. They both nod their head, and as they do so I wrap my arms around Harry from behind, and rest my chin on his shoulder. “H and I need to leave soon, so did y’all have anything else you needed?”

“Oh, right. I forgot the two of you were leaving before everyone else,” Anne tells us, and begins to head for the door. “We will see the two of you later then,” she says and then the two of them duck out the door, and it closes behind them. 

“Well,” I say, stepping around Harry so I’m facing him. “I think we should head out soon. Give my classmates, all three of them, time to fawn over you before class starts, so that by the time class starts they’re over it,” I say with a laugh, and he pulls me into him, and digs his face into my neck.

“They won’t really do that will they?” he mumbles, and I pull back to get a good look at him. 

“Um, I can for sure say that Nat won’t, because she’s my best friend. As for the other two, I’m not sure. I honestly think choir might be worse. But, every single one of them has signed an NDA so at the very least nothing will be leaked and we won’t be swarmed by paparazzi.” He just nods and pulls me back into him, kissing me gently. 

“I’m excited to finally meet Nat in person. She’s like all you talk about,” he says, laughing. 

“Well she thinks that you’re all I talk about. It’s going to be hilarious how much the two of you already know about each other because of me.” He just laughs again, before pulling away and grabbing my hand, leading me out the door and to the car. He opens the driver side door for me, and kisses me one more time after I get in before shutting it and crossing to the other side of the car and getting in the passenger side. My phone immediately connects to the bluetooth, and starts playing the last thing I had listened to in the car, which just so happened to be Harry’s House. I whip my head to the side and look at Harry, and we both just crack up. I hand him my phone so he can change it, and after a minute or two he changes it simply to my road trip playlist, even though this is only a 15 minute drive. He turns it down, and we chat the whole way to campus. When we get to campus I park outside of the building we are heading to, and we just sit there in silence for a moment. 

“This is going to be great. You get to learn a little music history,” I say and unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to him, “and meet my mentor, and my best friend. All in one class period. And then we get a 20 minute break before choir.” He leans across the console and grabs my face in his hands, and pulls me in for a kiss. “Are you nervous?” I ask as we pull apart. 

“Uh, yeah. But not too bad. Mostly about meeting Nat, like I said before,” he says, looking at his lap sheepishly. 

“She’ll love you,” I say, before leaning across the console and kissing him again. “We need to go in though. Will you grab my backpack out of the back? I’ll grab our cups,” I ask, and he nods, opening his door and getting out. I open my door and then grab our cups, before stepping out of the car. We clasp our hands together, and make the short walk to the building my class is in, and when we enter I give him a little tour. “Here are the practice rooms, here is the lab, with our book cubbies and computers. And this is the Piano teacher’s office/classroom.” We turn and walk down the hallway until we enter the small classroom that my class is held in. “And this is the classroom. Everyone should be here soon. I sit here, you can sit in the chair I usually put my bag in,” I tell him as I pull out the chair for him, and let him cross behind me before pulling my own chair out and sitting down. “So, what do you think of the building so far?” I ask, turning to face him when I finished digging my book out of my bag and set it on the table. 

“It’s small. I mean, I knew it was small, but it’s tiny,” he says, emphasizing the tiny. I laugh, and go to respond, but as I do that someone walks through the door.

“Nat!” I exclaim and wave for her to come sit down. “This is Harry, as you know,” I tell her with a small chuckle. 

“Oh yeah,” she says, also laughing, “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she tells him.

“And I you,” he says with a smile. The two sit and talk, while I just smile and listen, happy that the people I am closest to have finally met. Before long the other two people in the class trickle in, and finally the teacher. He plops his book down on the table, before holding his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry stands and reaches across the table to shake his hand. 

“I’m Dr. Percival, but they call me Dr. P, and you can as well,” he says as he shakes Harry's hand, and drops it before continuing. “And I’d assume that you are the infamous Harry that Y/N can’t shut up about?” he says with a teasing smile.

“That’s me,” Harry says with a smile as he sits back down. I push the book  in between Harry and I  so that he can follow along as well, and hand him one of my purple pens to mark in the book whenever needed. 

“He’s not going to distract you, is he Y/N?” 

“No, it’ll be fine. I do my homework with him all the time,” I  say with a slight chuckle, and everyone else chuckles as well. Dr. P nods his head, and then dives into the book. Throughout the class period both Harry and I make many marks in the book as the class goes on. At the end of class, Dr. P closes his book and turns to Harry. 

“I hope you enjoyed that Harry. You seemed to be pretty into it,” he says with a smile in Harry’s direction.

“It was very interesting,” Harry replies, smiling back at the professor. 

“You’re joining us to visit in choir, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Along with my Mum and sister, and my manager and two best friends slash bandmates,” Harry says with a laugh. 

“Well, I will see you then. Enjoy your little break everyone,” Dr. P says as he heads out the door. As he leaves, you, Harry, and Nat all stand up. 

“I think we’re,” I  motion to Harry and myself, “going to run back to my apartment so I can eat a snack before choir,” I finish, and then grab Harry’s hand to pull him with me. Nat waves goodbye, and I head out the door with Harry in tow. The two of us walk in silence on the short walk to my building, our joined hands swinging in between the two of us. When we get back to my apartment, I drop his hand, and walk over to the kitchen cabinet. “Want a snack?” I ask him as I fished around in the cabinet for the snack I was  looking for. 

“Yeah, come here,” he says from where he was standing. 

“Um, the snacks are over here doofus. How am I supposed to get us a snack if I’m over there?” I respond, and then grab what I was looking for, turning to look at him, the snacks in  hand. I walk over to him as I open my snack and take a bite, waving the one for him in front of his face. “See, now I can come over here,” I say around the bite of food I have in my mouth, swallowing as I hand him his.  He laughs, taking the food from my hand, and then pulls me into him. He leans down and kisses me deeply, before pulling away and taking a bite of the open granola bar in my hand. “Hey!” I exclaim in response as he opens his own granola bar. “You owe me a bite of that. And what was up with the kiss?”

“I like watching you in your element, like you were in that class. And how carefree you were as we walked over here. I never feel like I can be carefree, unless I’m with you. Then it feels as though it’s just the two of us,” he says, wrapping his free arm around my waist as we both snack on our granola bars. I finish first, and just stare off into the distance as I stand there, thinking about what he just said. 

“At first, when we first shared our relationship, I was always on edge walking around campus, because you never know who is watching, and what is going to be turned into a magazine or something. But then I decided I don’t deserve to live on the edge, so now I don’t care. And you shouldn't either, Babe. people are going to say what they want to say, and there’s nothing you can do about it. And this campus is a safe space, there’s no need to be worried here,” I tell him, and then I completely wrap myself up in him. We just stand there in a hug for a minute, before he speaks up. 

“I’ll do my best to be carefree the rest of the day here. I can tell that it’s a safe space,” he tells me, and then places a kiss on the top of my head. We stand there for a bit longer, but then I pull away. 

“We have to get to my choir rehearsal,” I say as I grab his hand and begin to pull him to the door. We hold hands again on the way to the rehearsal hall, walking in silence again. As we walk I see the other choir members being to trickle into the rehearsal building, and I watch as a few of them notice the two of us walking across campus. As we get to the building, we walk in, and I immediately see Anne and Gemma, and Jeff, Sarah, and Mitch. Sarah is holding the little guy, and as soon as he sees me and Harry he reaches out for me. I laugh and drop Harry’s hand, grabbing the little guy from Sarah. “I can’t hold you the entire time little one,” I say to him as I carry him down the hall, and just assume that everyone is following me. “But I can hold you for now.” The seven of us arrive at the end of the hallway, and Jeff opens the door for all of us, and I walk in first, with the others walking in behind me. Dr. P sees me as we walk in, and, after telling the others where they can sit, pulls me aside for a second. 

“Would you be okay making a little announcement, just kind of introducing everyone to the choir? I want this to be as normal of a rehearsal as possible, and I think that might help a little,” he says to me, and I respond with a “one second,” before walking over to the group sitting at the only table in the room. 

“Jeff, H, would it be okay if I make an announcement? Maybe each of you will introduce yourself shortly? Dr. P thinks that might be the best way to have as close to a normal rehearsal as possible.” Jeff and H look at each other, having one of their silent conversations, and then turn back to me. 

“Yeah, I think that will work,” Jeff says to me, and I thank him, before heading back over to Dr. P. I tell him that they said it would be okay, and he thanks me before turning to answer a student that had a question. I walk back over to the six of them, and hand the little guy to Sarah, before crossing back to Dr. P as he gets everyone’s attention. Once he does, he tells them that I have an announcement, and then points to me, before sitting in his chair for a moment. 

“Hey guys,” I start with a little chuckle. “As you can tell, we have some guests here. Um, I know everyone knows who they are, especially since everyone in here is a huge music person, but they’re going to shortly introduce themselves. One thing that I ask is that you treat them like you would treat any other visitors we have. They’re like my family, and are just here for a short visit to see what my everyday life is like,” I finish. Then I walk over to Jeff, who is sitting on the end, walk behind, and hover my hand over his head. “First is…” I trail off, and Jeff takes over, introducing himself. I then hover my hand over each of them, and end with Harry at the other end. 

“I’m Harry,” he says, and you think he is done, but he keeps going. “I appreciate you guys allowing us to be here today, and just treating us like normal people, because, although we are famous, we're still people. I’m excited to hear the music you all create,” he says, and then he looks up at you, signaling that he’s done. 

“Again, thank you guys for being normal and treating them like they are real people, because they are. Back to you Dr. P,” I say, and then go and stand in my spot on our risers. He thanks me for doing that, and then starts our rehearsal like normal. 

The rehearsal winds up being exactly like normal, until after it’s over. It’s then, as I pick up my binder to go put it away, that I notice a line has formed in front of Harry and the others. I drop what I’m holding and run over there. 

“What the heck y’all? You were doing so good at acting like it was normal. What are you doing?” I screech as I get over there and stand in front of Harry and the first person in line, blocking him from them with my body. 

“You never said we couldn’t get autographs after rehearsal,” James, the guy at the front of the line states. 

“Yeah, because it goes without saying. Shoo. He’s not here for your entertainment. So leave him, and everyone else alone!” I shout, and then Dr. P whistles to get everyone’s attention. 

“Everyone, away from Y/N’s guests. We agreed to treat them like normal, and this is not treating them like normal. Everyone put your stuff away and go to your next class. Now!” he tells them, in the voice that makes all of them aware of how serious he is. Slowly, they all turn and put their stuff away and head out the door. After everyone is gone I turn and wrap my arms around Harry’s waist, and bury my face in his neck. 

“I’m so sorry. I thought they would be fine. I never thought they would do that,” I mumble into his neck, and he whispers an “Its okay,” into the top of my head as he rests his head there and wraps his arms around me. 

“I’m sorry everyone. They will be getting a very firm speech tomorrow. Heaven forbid they act like celebrities are just people,” Dr. P says, looking from one person to the other.  “And since James was the leader of the pack I will be calling him into my office to have a conversation. Again, I’m sorry. Have a good rest of your day everyone,” he finishes, and then leaves the room. None of us move, and I think that they don’t move simply because I am not moving. 

When I finally pull away from Harry, I shoot a small smile towards the others. 

“I’m really sorry you guys.  I expected them to be able to act like normal. If y’all don’t want to come to the rehearsal tonight, I understand.”

“No, we’re coming,” Harry butts in. “You've told me yourself that the cast is really small, and they're all your good friends, so I do not expect them to behave like the choir did. It will be fine. Everyone that was planning on coming to rehearsal, which I think was only me and… wait, no. We were all coming. Sarah, Mitch, Jeff, if you don’t want to come then that’s fine. But, Mum, Gemma, I really want you to be there, and Y/N won’t say it, but she also wants you to be there.” I watch the thoughts cross everyone’s minds, and then Sarah pipes up.

“I still want to come. I mean, you’re really close to production, right?” I nod my head, and then Sarah starts speaking again. “When will we get another chance to see Y/N in a show? We’re always touring, and when we aren't we’re all in our own homes, towns, so on. So, I will be going. And if I go Mitch will. So, Jeff, you’re the only one still debating. C’mon. After next week Mitch and I are taking a break, and everyone else will be in Australia.”

“Yeah Jeff,” I say, looking at him. “When else will you get to see me be the lead?” I ask, with a tilt of my head and the look Harry has named my “puppy dog” face, because I use it at any moment where I want something. In fact, that look is part of the reason Harry and the team had come to visit.

“Fine. You have a point,” Jeff says, and then playfully shoves me. “Now drop the puppy dog look. You got your way,” he says with a smile. Everyone gives a little cheer, and then I clap my hands together to get their attention. 

“Okay, y’all wanted to see my apartment, and due to our little kerfuffle and then conversation we now have only…” I trail off as I grab Jeff’s arm and check the time on his watch. “40 minutes before Harry and I are supposed to be in tech theater class, so we best get going if you want to see it,” I say, before grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him towards the door. He stumbles after me, and we make it outside before anyone else. He pulls me into him and we stand there with my head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on mine while we wait for everyone to make it out the door. 

“I can’t wait to finally be alone again,” he whispers to me, and just as the words leave his mouth everyone else makes it out the doors, so I just pull back and peck his lips, before moving away. 

“Okay, my apartment is right over there,” I say with a point, because my building is just across from the rehearsal hall. “But, if everyone is going back to the hotel when we go to class, then I suggest y’all drive over there. The parking lot is in the back. We can walk over and I’ll let y’all in when you get there,” I tell them, and they all nod before heading to the car Jeff had rented for all of them. We watch as they pile in, and then Harry takes my hand and we walk to the building. This time we make small talk as we walk over, and I ask him what he thought about rehearsal. 

“It was so different from what I had been imagining. I understand now why you’re always worn out afterwards, and why you take a 1 o’clock nap everyday,” he says with a laugh, and I chuckle along with him. “And Dr. P is so intense in rehearsal.”

“And that was a good rehearsal,” I tell him with a small smile. “Imagine what a bad day is like,” I say, and he grimaces and shakes his head. 

“At least you know what you’re doing, and you know you’re not one of the people he gets upset with on the bad days.” I nod in agreement, and then open the door to the building to let him in. As we walk in I see the others standing outside the doors to the parking lot, and I let out a loud laugh as I run across the entryway to let them into the building. “Sorry,” I say to them, still laughing as I open the door. “We were walking slow because we were talking,” I tell them as they walk past me. They all nod or murmur in understanding, and I lead them to the elevator. “Those are our mailboxes,” I say, pointing to the alcove full of postboxes next to the elevator. “If we get a package we get a slip put in there and then we go to the campus postoffice with our slip to get our package,” I tell them, and then realize that I just explained how a PO box works. “I’m sorry. You definitely already knew that was how a PO box works,” I say with an awkward chuckle. Anne walks to me and gives me a one-armed hug. 

“You’re just nervous. I was too, the first time I invited people to my house,” she tells me, and then gently squeezes my shoulder. I smile in appreciation, and then the elevator doors open and we all step on. I press the button for the third floor, and grimace as the doors take forever to close. 

“Sorry, our elevator is super slow. At least you’re not here on a day that it’s broken,” I say to them as it starts to move. “Week before last it was broken, and I was almost certain no one told the building supervisor, because there was no out of order sign on it. I thought we had all just adapted and started taking the stairs.”

“Everytime I called her,” Harry says, starting to laugh as he starts to tell a story, and I start to blush because I know exactly what he’s going to say. “She would complain about having to take the stairs, and would say she was going to start sleeping in the lobby until they fixed the elevator. They wound up fixing it on a Saturday,” he says as the elevator stops and we all step out and I begin to lead everyone to my apartment at the end of the hall. “and it was night when she got back and realized, so after my show ended I had a selfie of her in the elevator that said ‘I don’t have to sleep in the lobby!’” He tells the story with a smile, continuing as we walk down the hall to my apartment, and I hide my face in his arm as he tells it, hoping that no one is seeing how hard I’m blushing. Everyone gives a slight chuckle as the story ends, and while they're laughing I slide my key into the lock and open my apartment door, holding it for everyone to come in. I watch them take in the small apartment, because it is a school provided apartment, and begin to overthink about how small it is and that they may not like it, and just as I start to get into my own head, Gemma speaks up. 

“Y/N,” she says with a huge smile on her face as she turns to look at me. “This apartment kitchen is so cute! You did such a good job decorating.” I blush as she says it, and then feel Harry wrap his arms around me. 

“This is just the kitchen and  common space. Wait until you see her room,” he says, and then points the women in the direction of my room. I laugh as I see that Jeff and Mitch, who has little guy in his lap, are just sitting on the couch, obviously not caring about decorations. Harry unwraps himself from me, places a kiss on my forehead, and then goes to join the guys in the living room. I laugh again, and then head into my room. 

“Wow,” Sarah says the moment I walk in. “This is so impressive.” 

“Thanks,” I quietly say, blushing because I hate being complicated. 

“No seriously,” Gemma says, standing in front of my desk area. “How did you make this work in such a small space?”

“Well, I played a lot of Sims when I was in high school, so I got kind of good at interior design,” I say with a laugh. “Want to see what I did with the bathroom?” They all nod, and I show them that room, and then, after they tell me how much they love it, we walk back into the living area. “Well, that’s the apartment,” I say as I sit down on the arm of the chair Harry is sitting in. “Hey, babe,” I say, turning slightly to look at him. “What time is it?”

“Uhm, 1:45. We should probably head to your class, yeah?” he asks, and I nod in response. Everyone who was sitting stands up, and we head for the door. I lock the door behind us as everyone heads for the elevator. When we get to the lobby I give everyone a hug goodbye, before Harry and I head out the opposite doors, heading back to the building we had left not that long ago. 

Technical theater turns out to just be more painting for the set of the show we are currently working on, and for an hour Harry and I paint the set, with the other people in my class. When that’s over we head to my car, and I drive us back to the hotel to get changed, and then we meet everyone in the lobby of the hotel and head to dinner before we all go to my rehearsal. 

After dinner we head back to the school, and, luckily, the seating in our theater had been set up the day before, so rehearsal turns into a basic performance for me and everyone in the cast. Before rehearsal starts, I introduce the other people in the cast to Harry and the others, even though most of the people were also in choir. We as a cast do our warm-ups, and then I head backstage to get ready for my first entrance. 

Throughout the rehearsal, every time I come off stage, I go around the side of the set wall, and make a face at Harry. He laughs quietly every time, and Anne slightly hits his shoulder each time, making me laugh.  After rehearsal ends I say goodbye to my cast mates, and then we all pile into the car as Jeff drives to the airport, in order to send Gemma and Anne off. Harry and i get out at the airport to say goodbye, and then we drive back to the hotel. After we get back to the hotel, Harry and I say goodnight to everyone, and then duck into our hotel room. As soon as the door shuts behind us Harry pulls me into him, and pulls me into a deep kiss. 

“Thank you for inviting us,” he says when he pulls away. “I know it’s hard for you to open up to other people, especially when it comes to your acting and singing. But thank you.” I blush and smile, before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He taps the back of my legs, and I jump into his arms as he carries me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us, just in case. 

In the morning, when I wake up, I shoot a text to Jeff. 

Hey, make sure you have a pass for me at the ticket booth tomorrow night. I’ll drive out as soon as my test is over.

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine

[wonderlandleighleigh]

The cooking show in ‘78 is a big hit, which doesn’t really surprise Midge, much. She’s always been a whiz in the kitchen, and she’s funny as hell on top of that, and so the combination of her quick humor and delicious food winds up being an irresistible one-two punch.

Susie is happy, too. It’s keeping Midge in the public eye without having to send her on tour. Abe isn’t doing all that great now that Rose is gone, and the kids are a fucking mess, apparently, with Esther’s genius starting to make her life much harder, and Ethan is still trying to decide whether he wants to do his rabbinical studies here in the states or in Israel.

Shit’s nuts, in short.

But the show is fun. It’s low stakes, and every once in a while they have a celebrity guest come on to make one of their own dishes. Gordon Ford came on once for a steak au poivre recipe where he just hit on Midge the entire time. It made for good TV, but Midge left set annoyed as fuck and the two women drank their way through a couple of bottles of wine that night.

Shy Baldwin came on for an episode to make paella and Midge makes lots of jokes about Jewish people and shellfish, while Shy complains about the fact that when he does cooking shows everyone wants him to make fried chicken.

“My fried chicken is terrible,” he laughs. “I gave Reggie salmonella once.”

Midge laughs at that. “You did not!”

“I did! He’s never let me live it down!”

It’s a great episode, two old friends who have mended a long-broken fence giggling their way through a half hour of television, talking about the tour in 1960, and having a frank discussion about Shy’s coming out the year before. Shit gets rave reviews TV Guide, and even Variety picks up a blurb about the two’s warmth and effervescence on screen.

Susie is happy.

“I booked Lenny Bruce for next week.”

Susie is less happy.

“Mike!” she snaps. “What the fuck?! Seriously!? She hasn’t spoken to him since his overdose in ‘66!”

Mike blinks. “I thought they were friends.”

“Before he fucked his life, yeah,” Susie tells him. “They haven’t spoken in years.”

“Do they hate each other?” Mike asks. “Should I cancel?”

Susie blows out a breath and thinks for a moment. Midge doesn’t hate Lenny. Quite the opposite. They just...never got it together. “Let me talk to her. See what she wants.”

“The guy’s been clean since he almost kicked it,” Mike shrugs. “And he’s mostly working behind the scenes producing documentaries these days. I thought it’d be a nice ‘hello, old friend’ kind of episode.”

Susie squeezes her eyes shut. “Just...lemme take her temperature on it.”

*****

“Oh.”

Susie observes her oldest friend quietly as the comedian absorbs the information. Her eyes look sad and wistful for just a moment before she takes a breath and sits up straight.

“It’ll be fine,” Midge says. “It’ll be...nice. To see him.”

Susie eyes her suspiciously. “Will it?”

“I uh...yeah,” Midge nods. “I think the last time we spoke, we ran into each other at a Grammy party he stopped in at right after he got clean. He was...it was nice.”

Susie sighs softly. She likes Lenny. She, too, has run into him here and there, and since getting his shit together and winning his appeal, he’s been good. He was downright sweet the last time, buying Susie a drink. Thanking her for trying to drag his dumb ass out of that hole he was in.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if Lenny wound up being husband number five.

“Okay, then. Lenny is on next week,” Susie confirms.

*****

He gets to set a little early to prep, and say hello. He’s quiet now, which Midge finds strange, but he’s clearly happy to be there. They share a friendly peck in greeting and then the work starts.

Susie hovers, whether to keep an eye on him or to keep an eye on her, Midge doesn’t know, but they run through what they’re doing (chicken soup - she can’t believe she hasn’t made it on the show yet), and the director does his usual shpeil, explaining how things work, where to look, where to stand.

Once the cameras are rolling, that old chemistry comes roaring back like a tidal wave. Their banter is fast and funny, and they laugh together. They shamelessly flirt, and Lenny drives her nuts by adding too much chili powder to the soup.

“You like spicy food,” he accuses.

“But chicken soup isn’t a spicy dish, Lenny.”

“Why not? We’re adults. We’re not committing murder. We can make spicy chicken soup.”

It goes off the rails from there, and suddenly they’re adding an entire jalapeno to the soup, and Lenny goads her into doing a party trick she’d mentioned to him long ago; eating an entire hot pepper without incident, which she does. 

They eat the soup, and declare it delicious, surprisingly, with all the spice.

They end the episode with their arms wrapped around each other, and Lenny laughing and trying to avoid her spicy breath as she giggles her way through the outro of the show. Once she gets out her “thank you and goodnight!” she turns to him and huffs in his face, making him jerk back, still laughing.

Susie can’t remember the last time Midge lit up so much with anyone other than Susie herself. It looks good on her, and since her mother died, she’s been down.

“You still out in LA?” Susie asks him as he’s getting ready to leave.

“I just moved back,” Lenny admits. “There are three docs shooting here in the next year I’m working on, and I’ve been asked to be more active, so I got a little place.”

Midge hears and perks up, but doesn’t say anything.

“Well...don’t be a stranger, then,” Susie tells him, patting his arm as she walks off, leaving the two comics to talk, though listening as she goes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were moving back?” Midge asks.

“We don’t talk very much anymore, I didn’t think you’d care to know,” Lenny offers helplessly.

“You’re so dumb,” she accuses. “Of course I care to know. We should throw you a housewarming party.”

“No.”

“Lenny.”

He sighs heavily, as unable to say no to her as Susie is. “Fine.”

Susie smirks and heads for the offices to get a bead on last week’s ratings.

*****

After that, Lenny guests on the show once a month, and even when he’s not there, Midge brings him leftovers. 

END

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Susie Myerson #Midge Maisel #Fictional Lenny

[lmkwritings]

GASP, ASK'S! Hello lovely writer! it is I, an fellow notefication on reader! SO can i get some Like Mk headcanons? and some redson with an bunny demon s/o? (Asking bc i love just imagening hugging someone witha fluffy as hell boobs as the gay af person i am) gender can be ither fem or gender nutrol Sorry for my bad gramer and spelling- first laungueg is swedish and english is my 5th laungeg so so sorry for gramer mistakes

Lots of love from the friendly snake!

some quick grammar tips for you before we dive in;

“with a bunny”

“i love just imagining”

“can be either fem or gender neutral”

“Language”, but otherwise, i probably wouldn’t have noticed you weren’t a fluent speaker if you hadn’t pointed it out!

MK has Inattentive ADHD, like me!

this form of ADHD makes it Hard to stay on track and keep a steady schedule, often needing it to be either; a) consistent or b) predictable.

MK has a Lot of fun learning new things, and is often found with his face buried in a book (usually titled “{this thing} for dummies!”)

when idle/not doing anything, he start spinning the staff around his hand/fingers like a pen

the bandana was a gift from pigsy’s ma! (his grammy)

he has, can, and will, rearrange his entire apartment to find something he lost

hates sitting still- the only time he’s found it easy to do so is in the Tuk-Tuk

he is “heavy footed” meaning that when he drives, he is almost always pressing down on the gas, consciously or not!

MK is a “Maladaptive Daydreamer”, and one of his biggest triggers for it is Music, a few of the smaller ones are Repetitive Movement (ex; swaying boats, rocking, moving cars), bright flashing colors (Mei often has to snap him out of it when he falls under in the club), and sitting still for too long!

MK has “fallen under” (Ex; Disassociated, Daydreamed, panic/anxiety attack) in multiple places-

once, in the zero-gravity club when a bright light beam flashed him in the eyes, and he “woke up” to Pigsy sitting on his bed rubbing circles into his back, Tang reading to him, and Mei quietly tapping away on her phone with a weighted blanket and comfort/attack clothing on.

again, on Sandy’s boat when he sat still long enough for his “Lizard Brain” to recognize that the boat was rocking, and “Waking up” again, with cats draped over him, Sandy quietly chatting idly while sipping on tea, and himself covered by a weighted blanket and holding a (warmish) cup of tea.

when MK daydreams, his head’ll twitch and jerk, hands twitching and/or clenching. sometimes he’ll start pacing and he’ll sway, lean a bit too far or turn around really fast and slip/trip over himself. he’ll make facial expressions and get emotional with the scenarios and worlds unfolding in his head.

((he’s woken up a few times to a demon with mind reading abilities wailing out “no wait it was just getting good!”))

——————————

Red Son was- Unsurprisingly -rich.

and rich people? the wealthy?

really have a thing for “very feminine, looks dainty, could probably be royalty, can absolutely kick your ass into next week”

Red Son’s head lifted, raising an eyebrow at you, he stares questioningly, to which your tail flicks a bit, and you knock some of his pillows askew as you burrow into his sheets.

a soft call of your name, and a chair screeeeching over marble floors, and then a warm hand settled on your back, the sheets over your large rabbit like ears drawing back, allowing you to look up at him through your bangs.

he smiled softly down at you, head tilting as his horns glinted in the low lighting- those fuzzy bull ears of his enticing you onto your knees, fingers immediately running over and petting, caressing his ears. with a low chuff chuff chuff, Red Son melts into your touch, sighing softly as he slides up and onto the bed, and then your lap.

straddling you briefly, he settles down on the mattress in between your (verrrry fluffy) legs, hands settling on your thighs, fingers slowly gliding through your fur; just like your fingers gently squeezed and caressed and massaged his ears.

he smiled in a quiet kind of bliss when he heard the soft little “click tik click tiktiktik”of your teeth clicking together.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk drabbles #lmk mk #lmk red son x reader #lmk red son #lego monkie kid mk #bunnies ‘purr’ by rapidly clicking their teeth together #also #i’m heavily projecting on MK #that was #i think i disassociated during that actually

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Bad Liar

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous Singer!Reader

Warnings: Nothing but angst and tears

Author’s Notes: This is the longest work I’ve ever put out, and I’m so excited for you to read it. Definitely the most developed story I’ve written as well. Please share your thoughts!

Where’s your love when I need it? You keep it hidden, I don’t see it, baby In my mind, there’s a reason Over time, I stop believing everything That you’re supposed to say Take a second, get by, don’t you, babe? You got me living in a fantasy

“I’m sorry Dan, can we run it from the first verse again?” You slid your headphones off your ears, taking a sip of water, your throat painfully dry. You felt the walls of the recording booth closing in on you as you struggled to get through this song. ‘Secrets’ was the single on your sophomore album and should have been out months ago to garner publicity for when the album came out, but you had been dragging your feet.

The song never felt right to you, but your manager insisted that you needed a ballad that would show off your vocal prowess. Up until now you had always been considered a bubble gum pop artist in the industry, and you didn’t really care what your title was because you were getting the chance to do something you loved. As you popularity grew, the number of people whispering in your ear, trying to pull you in one direction or another, grew and you felt the pressure to rise to the occasion.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Your engineer gave you the thumbs up. You placed your headphones back on, the back track blaring.

Where’s your love when I need it? You keep it hidden, I don’t see it, baby In my mind, there’s a reason Over time, I stop believing everything That you’re supposed to say Take a second, get by, don’t you, babe? You got me living in a fantasy

Jack slipped into the studio quietly, sitting on the leather couch at the back of the room, trying not to disturb you while you recorded. He pulled his phone out to quietly record you singing. You rarely liked to sing in front of him, too nervous and embarrassed to perform in front of someone who was seasoned in the industry and whose opinion you valued so much. He loved your voice, found it incredibly soothing, so he would keep these recordings on his phone to listen to when the two of you were apart.

“Ugh, I just hate this song. It doesn’t feel like me.” You admitted to yourself, letting out a deep breath. You flipped through your notebook, frantically erasing some lyrics that disrupted the flow of the song. “Dan, can we just skip to the chorus, it’s the only thing I’m sure of right now.” You tapped your pencil against your chin, deep in thought. “Who the fuck wrote these lyrics?” you chuckled to yourself. You were always so hard on your songwriting ability, even though you were already Grammy nominated only five years into your career.

“Can you take a break? Your boyfriend would like to kiss you now.” You looked up to see Jack leaning over the control panel, his finger on the intercom button. You grinned wide, feeling an immediate rush of relief at seeing his face. You couldn’t leave the booth fast enough, running in your socks to meet him. He pulled you into his body, planting a deep kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at nape of his neck. “When did you get here?”

“Like half an hour ago. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. You have no idea.”

He led you over to the couch, his hands around your waist from behind as you, as he peppered kisses up and down your neck. You wriggled in his hold, very ticklish. You folded your legs underneath you, Jack sitting next to you, his legs wide. “You sound amazing. Is this the new single?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a loud sigh. “Yeah, ‘Secrets’, I hate it so much though.”

“Why?”

“It’s not me. It’s some heartbroken ballad, and right now, I am the furthest thing from heartbroken.” You smiled at him, rubbing his chest. He held your hand over his heart, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “So don’t record it, then. I’ve seen that notebook, I know you have at least 10 just as good, if not better songs you could record for your single.”

“I wish it was that easy. We already played the song for the record label, and they loved it, so it’s basically written in stone that it will be the single.”

“Let me guess, Joe had something to do with that.” He looked at you, but you avoided eye contact, shifting to get up from the couch. “Jack, please don’t start.” You walked back to the booth, not wanting to get into it with your boyfriend over your manager.

Jack followed after you, closing the door behind him so you could have privacy. You sat down on the stool with a huff. “Just listen to me, okay. Baby, he is playing you, he doesn’t care about you or your career, he’s only in it for the money.” You looked at him shocked, your chest burning with anger. “Jack, that is my father, don’t talk about him like that.” You turned to your notebook, the words on the page sounding even worse in your head than before. You started erasing your pencil marks, quickly ripping a hole in the paper. Jack pulled the pencil from your hand, gently placing it on the table. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on your temple. You rested against his body for a few minutes, relishing in the comfort he provided you.

“I know it seems like it sometimes, but he does have my best interest at heart. He’s just trying to prevent me from becoming a washup. It’s so easy to get lost in the sea of Tik Tok artists and self-made musicians these days, he’s just aggressive with my career. Can you just be understanding? I need someone in my corner.” You looked up at Jack, tears building in your lashes from the hours of frustration and disappointment you had been feeling today. He ran his thumbs beneath your eyes, collecting the wetness before it dared to drip down your face. “Baby, I am always in your corner. I just wish you could see what he’s doing to you.”

“Please just let it go. We’re not going to see eye to eye on this. I don’t want to talk about it right now, anyway. I need to be focused on this song. I want supportive boyfriend Jack right now, not industry Jack. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, how can I help you?”

You playfully shoved him through the door. “You can get out of the booth.”

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender, giving you a cheesy grin. “I’m gonna go to your place and try to get some sleep.” He leaned over for a kiss, and you met him the rest of the way.

“We’re still going to the dinner tonight, right?” You called after Jack, stopping him in his tracks. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him, his body tensing at the question. He rolled his shoulders back, running his hand through his hair as he turned to look at you. “Is he going to be there?”

“Will my dad be at the dinner that he invited us to? I think there’s a pretty good possibility.”

“Do I have to go?” You walked out of the booth, standing chest to chest with Jack.

“Yes, I said you would be there. He hasn’t seen you in a couple of months, he’s been asking about you.” You patted his chest gently, searching his face for signs of anger.

“The only time he mentions me is when he’s talking about how much I’m ruining your career. You know that he hates me. And to be honest the feeling is mutual.”

“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t understand you like I do. Jack, please be nice. For me?”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

****

Jack looked at his watch, jiggling his leg up and down out of nervousness. You place a hand on his leg to stop the shaking. “Will you stop?”

“Where is he? He’s already 30 minutes late. Who shows up late to a dinner with their daughter?”

“He’s probably just running late from a meeting or something.” You searched the entrance, a crowd of people gathered by the hostess stand, none of them your father. Jack adjusted in his seat, pulling at the suit jacket you made him put on before coming here tonight. There was a hilarious irony in dressing up to have dinner with the devil.

Jack was constantly toeing the line of being disrespectful to your father and protective of you. He knew your relationship with him was complicated, but at the same time, he also knew you had blinders on, and Jack was afraid that your dad was going to ruin your career. “If he’s not here in the next 15 minutes, we’re leaving.” Jack warned you, but you brushed off his impatience.

“There he is.” You stood up as your father walked over to the table, his arms open to you to pull you in for a hug. Your dad was always dressed to the nines, in nothing less than a suit with a pocket square whenever he was out in public. You almost wouldn’t believe that he grew up poor in the Bronx, a down on his luck mechanic with a child and an ex-wife to support just a couple of years ago. As soon as you started to get noticed by record labels for some songs you put up on YouTube, he made himself your manager and quickly changed his persona. Joe from the Bronx became Joseph, music industry maven and your sole representation going forward. He wasted no time spending his cut of your first check on the best designer clothes, a new car, and an apartment in the Upper East side. These were business expenses, he told you, all necessary to keep up appearances. “Hi baby girl, sorry I am late.” He addressed you with a kiss on the cheek. “That’s okay, Dad. I’m sure you were busy.”

“I’m always busy for you, baby girl, trying to make sure we take you to the top of the industry.” He gestured to the sky as he pulled out his chair, stopping when he noticed Jack sitting at the table. “Jackman, I didn’t know you would be joining us tonight.” He extended a hand to your boyfriend. Jack stood, reluctantly taking what felt like putting his hand directly into the flames. His skin burned against Joe’s hand, and Jack hoped he could feel the distain in the handshake.

“Sir.”

Joe slipped off his jacket before sitting down, immediately waiving over the waiter. “What’s your house wine tonight?” He asked without giving the waiter so much as a glance. “Mayacamas from Napa, sir, it’s a 2018.”

“We’ll take it. Two bottles” He held up two fingers, snapping to signal that the waiter could make himself scarce.

“I told you Jack was coming today, Daddy. He’s in town for a press tour.” You squeezed Jack’s forearm affectionately. Joe completely ignored your statement, his focus on your boyfriend. “Do you drink wine, Jackman?”

Jack sat up in his seat, rubbing his palms against his pant leg. “It’s Jack, and no. I don’t drink at all.”

“Color me surprised. I would have thought all rappers drank and smoked, ya know, to keep up the persona.” Joe’s tone was accusatory, and Jack felt like he was suddenly under interrogation. “Haven’t had a drink in over two years. Didn’t like the effect that alcohol had on me.” He gave you a small smile.

“That’s kind of boring isn’t it? I always imagined my daughter with someone with more of a zest for life, with something more to give.”

Jack chuckled to himself, tapping his foot. “Isn’t confusing ‘zest for life’ with alcoholism how you lost your family in the first place?”

“Jack!”, you were quick to chastise him, keeping your voice low so no one could hear you. “Can you two just behave for one dinner? You are both ridiculous.”

“Sorry, Y/N.” Jack kept his head down as he looked at the menu. “You’re right, baby girl. I’m sorry as well. Let’s just try to enjoy this meal. I’ll order for the table.” He snapped his fingers again, the waiter appearing tableside immediately. “We’ll have an order of the oysters on the half shell for the table, I’ll have the blackened snapper, my daughter will have the Chilean sea bass, and Jackman-?” He gestured over to Jack, who was still searching the menu. “He doesn’t eat seafood, Dad.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea.” Joe’s apology was anything but sincere, and Jack had just about enough. He distinctly remembered you telling your dad that you didn’t like seafood when you confirmed the dinner plans weeks ago. “I’ll just have the cheeseburger, just cheese, nothing else on it.” The waiter nodded in acknowledgement as he took the menus and headed to

“You don’t drink, and you have the pallet of a toddler. You sure know how to pick them, Y/N.” Joe got in one final jab, taking a sip from his wine glass.

****

The ride back to your place was quiet, Jack stewing in his feelings being hurt. You both got ready for bed in silence as well. You were exhausted from being in the studio all day, and your dinner interaction didn’t help.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jack asked you as he sat down on the bed, putting his glasses on. “What are you talking about?” You put your hair up in a loose bun, taking out your contacts. “Are you kidding me? Joe spent the entire dinner attacking my character, and you just sat there and let him.”

“Jack, he doesn’t mean any of that. He’s just messing around.”

“Y/N, he said that he doesn’t think we should be together, and that seems like messing around to you?”

“Jack, I can’t do this right now. Can you just let it go for tonight? I apologize for him, he won’t do it again.”

“Don’t you get tired of always apologizing for his actions? He’s a grown ass man, baby. His daughter shouldn’t be cleaning up his messes.”

“I’m not cleaning up his messes, Jack. He said a couple of things to you tonight, why are you letting it bother you so much?”

“Why doesn’t it bother you? Why are you scared of him?” Jack stood up, there was no way he was going to sleep now, his anger boiling over. “I’m not scared of him. I am just trying to keep the peace.”

“Maybe that’s the problem, all of the women in your family are trying to keep the peace, and he wants nothing but destruction.” He mumbled out as he put on a pair of socks. “Hey!” you turned to him, “I told you about my mom in confidence. Don’t use that against me. You already crossed a line tonight bringing up my Dad’s drinking.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was completely in the wrong. I just get around him, and I see red. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, baby. I love you.” He crawled over to your side of the bed, laying down and resting his head on your stomach. “I love you too, Jack, but I need you to back off of my dad.” He looked up at you, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I won’t outright attack him, but I also want sit back and let him get away with bullshit.”

“Why are you so determined to puff your chest out at him, Jack?” You pushed him off of your lap, turning away from him in the bed and turning the light switch so the room fell dark. “Goodnight.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Just go to sleep, Jack.”

****

The next morning, Jack was riding downtown with his team to the radio station for the first of many interviews of the day. He checked his phone for the 10th time in the last 20 minutes, waiting for a reply from you to his five ‘Good Morning’ texts. He knew you were upset last night, but you always texted him ‘Good Morning’, even after a fight. “Something wrong, Jack?” Chris looked up at his client, noticing his face was peppered with worry. “Uh, its Y/N. She didn’t text me this morning, and that’s not like her.”

“Trouble in paradise?” He joked, his demeanor falling serious when he noticed Jack didn’t find his joke funny. “Really, what’ going on?” Jack sighed as he put his phone back in his back pocket. “Let me ask you as question, and this stays between us. Have you heard of Joseph Y/L/N?” Chris scoffed, leaning forward in his seat. “Who hasn’t. He’s infamous in the industry, mostly for being a hardass. Why do you ask?”

“He’s Y/N’s dad, and also her manager.”

“Oh, man.”

“What?”

“It’s not really my place to say anything, but a couple of years ago I heard some rumors that he had a client, and they were this promising talent, supposed to be as big as Rihanna according to some labels, but he botched the contract, asking for more and more money, until he had been blacklisted by pretty much every record label in the country. I never would have thought it was Y/N, but now that you say something, it would make sense. The timelines match up.”

“Fuck. I just don’t trust him, Chris. There’s just something about him. He’s sleezy and with the way he acts, I think it’s just a matter of time before Y/N is hurt in the crossfire between him and his ego.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start, Jack. That’s dangerous territory, trying to get between a father and daughter.”

“I know. Can you do me a favor though? Can you look over her contract? She’s too trusting, I doubt she even looked at it. I just want to make sure he’s not robbing her blind.”

“Of course, send it to me.”

****

You opened the door to your apartment after five frantic knocks, Jack trying to catch his breath as he stepped through the doorway. “Jack, what’s wrong?” He walked back to your living room, stopping when he saw your dad sitting on the couch. “What are you doing here?” He looked between you and Joe, not expecting him to be here. “Not the best way to greet your girlfriend’s daughter, Jackman.”

“It’s Jack, only my mother calls me Jackman.” Jack responded through gritted teeth. “I need to talk to you, Y/N.”

“I can’t right now. We’ve got a big problem.”

“What’s going on?” Jack sat down in an arm chair across from Joe.

“Someone leaked a recording of my new single, and people are tearing me apart on social media. The song is dead in the water.” You sat down on the arm of the chair, your head in your hands.

“Do you know who it was?” Jack placed a hand on your shoulder, massaging it in sympathy.

“Yeah, we think we do.” Joe answered, glaring at Jack.

“You don’t actually think I would do that, do you?” He was looking at you now, his eyes pleading. You didn’t answer, your gaze focused on the ground. “You’re the only one who has been in the studio besides Y/N. Have you been recording her while you’re in there?” Jack fell silent. “Jack, have you been recording me?” You were genuinely surprised, he had never mentioned it before. “Yes, but baby, you have to believe me. I would never jeopardize your career like that.”

“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were, it’s a closed studio. No recording anything. You might have ruined her career.”

“You’re overreacting. I’ve had songs leaked before,it sucks, but it’s no big deal.”  

“It is a big deal!” Joe stood up, his voice booming. You motioned for him to relax, turning to Jack.

“I have a temporary contract with Atlantic, it’s based on my album sales. That single was supposed to save my album, and without it, there is no way I’ll meet the terms of my contract.”

“Ok, so release it anyway. People are gonna talk regardless.”

“We can’t. We didn’t have the rights to release the song, it has a sample we never got cleared. I’ll be sued personally if we try to release it.” Jack walked over to you, grabbing your arms in his hands.

“Baby, you have to believe me. I didn’t leak the song.” You pulled away from him. “I think you should go, Jack. I have some things to figure out.” You turned away from him, his shoulders drooping in defeat. “You don’t mean that.” Joe stood between the two of you, pushing Jack to leave. “You heard her, it’s time for you to go.” You turned around and watched him begin to walk away, picking at your nail beds with anxiety. He held your gaze has he backed out. You mouthed to him, “Trust me”, before walking back to your bedroom. Jack was confused, but regardless, he trusted you with his life, so he left, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do in the moment.

****

You texted Jack later that night, asking to meet him at his hotel. He opened the door, his hair covered by the hood of his sweatshirt. You walked past him, papers in your hand. You sat on the bed, patting next to you for him to join you. Jack started to speak, but you stopped him, placing a finger over his lips. “Can you just sit here with me for a second? I just need you right now.” You held your hand out to him, and he took it immediately, raising it to kiss your knuckles. You couldn’t help the tears that started to fall, and you didn’t try to any longer. “Shhhh, baby.” Jack pulled your head toward him, placing a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin as he tried to calm you down. When you could finally breathe again, you lifted your head.

“The last couple of days have been so incredibly hard, but I need to apologize.”

Jack pulled away, your hands still intertwined. “What do you have to apologize for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No, you were right. I should have defended you against my dad. He had no right to attack you like that. And there’s more.” You handed him the papers you had brought with you.

“It turns out my contract was only contingent on my dad bringing in other talent, it had nothing to do with my album sales. The record company never even planned on putting out my album.” You were sobbing now, your words almost incoherent.

“What are you talking about? You were in the studio, the album was almost done.” Jack stroked your hair as you continued.

“My dad was using my money to pay for the studio time. He was lying to me the entire time, Jack. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I trusted him.”

“No, baby. You weren’t stupid. You are supposed to be able to trust your dad, and he abused the fact that you were so kind to him. I have to tell you something too.” You looked up at him, your eyes puffy and red. Jack stood up, and grabbed his phone off the table. “I had Chris look at the contract you have with your dad, and Y/N, he’s taking way more than the 10% industry standard cut. It’s more like 40%.” He stopped, not sure how you were going to react to this news.

“I know.”

“What do you mean, you know? How long have you been letting him take advantage of you?”

“He didn’t take advantage of me. I knew what I was signing when I agreed to let him represent me.”

“Babe, he’s robbing you.”

“I know it sounds stupid, but I just really wanted to have him back in my life. I would have done anything, including giving him as much money as he asked for.” Jack sat back down on the bed next to you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Ok, but you can’t let him do this anymore, Y/N. I know that song was leaked, but it’s really not the end of the world. I’ll see if Chris can represent you while we find you another manager, and we’ll find out who leaked the song and sue the shit out of them.”

You were quiet for a second, not sure how to tell him.

“I leaked the song.” You breathed out with your confession, your eyes focused on your hands.

“What?” Jack shook his head, not understanding.

“I leaked the song.” You repeated, your tone even.

“Why? You knew what this would do to your album.”

You shook your head, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. You were done crying, and just angry now. “I know, but once I found out the terms of my contract, I knew it’s what I had to do to get from under my dad’s thumb. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Baby, I don’t know how to help you.” Jack felt helpless and frustrated.

You grabbed both of his hands, massaging his fingers, something you always did when you were stressed. “I asked you to trust me yesterday, and I’m asking you to trust me one more time. Can you do that?”

“Of course.” Jack pulled you in for a gentle kiss. That night, the two of you figured out your final plan to repair your career and get rid of Joe as your manager for good.

****

“Two meals in less than a week. To what do I owe the honor?” Your father embraced you as he walked up to the table, completely ignoring Jack as he sat down. “Thanks for coming dad. After yesterday, I just needed to clear up some things.” You looked over at Jack. He couldn’t help but show his worry, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to protect you, knowing you needed to do this yourself.

“What’s going on? Is it about the song? You’ve got the culprit right here. If I were you, I’d end it with him right now. A lawsuit tends to strain a relationship in my experience.”

“Like I said yesterday, Joseph. I didn’t leak the song.” Jack leaned forward on the table, his words abrasive.

“And why should I believe you? Of course, you would lie, you’ve got a lot to lose.” Joe gestured towards you. You sat up in your seat, holding your head up high.

“Because I leaked the song, Dad.”

Genuine shock clouded Joe’s face as he looked at you. He was at a loss for words. “Baby girl, why would you do that? Why would you destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for?” You chuckled in disbelief. “That I’ve worked so hard for, Dad.The only thing you’ve worked hard for is fucking me over.” You pulled out the contract papers from your bag, shoving them onto his plate. “What is this?”

“The contract you were hoping I’d never read. The one that says my album will only be recorded if you bring in other talent. The same one that guarantees you a $500k payout regardless of who you represent.”

“Listen, baby girl-“, he worked to conjure up a lie in his mind when he realized he’d been caught. He was going to try to work you over one more time.

“Dad, for once in your life, don’t lie to me. In fact, save it. I wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth, anyway.”

Joe’s voice fell to a whisper. “Do you think you can do this without me? You’re nothing. I couldn’t even get a record label to listen to your shitty music, this is the only way you were ever going to make something out of yourself. I own you.” He threw the papers back at you, the restaurant starting to take notice of the scene he was making.

You were expecting the venom, but it still hurt, nonetheless. You kept your composure, Jack by your side. “Not anymore. As of this morning, you no longer represent me. And here.” You held out another piece of paper. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s the bill for all of the studio time you booked and stole from me for. You have 30 days to pay it back in full, or my lawyers will be coming after you.” You swallowed, hoping you sounded confident and convincing, even though you were shaking. Jack was right, you were terrified of your father, and it was taking everything in you not to run away.

“You don’t have any lawyers, you’re just as broke as I am.”

“She doesn’t, but I do. And Private Garden will manager her until we can find her a team that actually knows what they’re doing.” Jack grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. You looked at him, forever thankful that he was always in your corner. “Is that enough ‘zest for life’ for you, Joe?” He turned his gaze back to your father.

You stood, Jack following suit. As you began to walk away, you stopped by your father’s chair, tapping your fingers on the table to get his attention. “You should get your affairs together, Joseph.”

****

“Ok, Y/N. I’ve got what we need to finish the track. You’re good.” Nemo addressed you over the intercom as you removed your headphones in the booth. As you walked out you could hear your song ‘Secrets’ playing over the speakers. Jack was sitting in front of the control panel, his eyes closed as he bobbed his head to the music. You laughed, leaning over behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You placed a kiss behind his ear.

“You hear that baby, that’s all you. Pure talent.” He turned around to face you, pulling you into his lap. You leaned your arm on the back of the chair, playing with his curls. “Yeah, I honestly still can’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it. You sound amazing. I might have to have you featured on a track on my next album.” Jack chuckled, garnering a smile from you.

“That’s if you can afford me. You might be a feature on my next song. How did you manage to get the sample cleared anyway?”

“Baby, your boyfriend is a Grammy nominated, rap industry icon in the making. It was easy.” Jack shrugged, patting your butt.

“How much did you have to pay them?”

“A lot.”

You stood up, moving to lay down on the couch. The last couple of days of non-stop recording in Louisville meant very little sleep. Jack rolled his chair over to meet you, resting his elbows on his thighs, his head propped up in his hands. “Are you okay? I know everything with your dad hasn’t been easy.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He wasn’t going to have the money to pay me back and it was almost guaranteed we were going to court. I just hope he turns his life around. Even with everything he’s done, I still care about him, ya know?”

“I know, baby. He’s your father, a part of you will always love him.”

You wiped a single tear away that was resting on your cheek. “I know. When I first started recording ‘Secrets’ I couldn’t connect with the song because I wasn’t heartbroken, but now, I’m broken in a whole new way I didn’t think was possible, and it hurts more than I could have ever imagined.”

“You’ll get through this, and I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Jack reached his hand out to you and you grabbed it immediately. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jack.”

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[harrysmimi]

No More Hiding

Synopsis: One where YN joins Harry at his first Venice Film Festival

CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.

Ps. Not proof read. Hihi.

More of my work

Harry was sat on the sofa with Juno snuggled up on top of him watching YN on the TV. It was her Zane Lowe interview, and she isn't home as she's got more press to do. Juno was a bit under the weather so she was clinging on him, which he loved. He loves to snuggle with her, but hated that his baby is sick.

"Are you going to sleep now?" He asked caressing her silky brown hair. Her hair is the only thing which she got from her mother, she just looks like him. Juno just nodded in no as she stared at her mother on the TV.

"Mummy!" She sighed, but in excitement.

"Yeah, that's your mummy." He smiled.

"Pwetty." Juno smiled. She can say quite a few words and Pretty is one of her favourite one to say.

She'd call her breakfast pretty when asked if she likes it, she's call her toys pretty, her dad and mum pretty.

"Oh she is very pretty, isn't she?" Harry chuckled softly. He doesn't blame her, he's head over heels for the girl on his TV too. "But you're the prettiest." He booped her nose, "don't tell mummy tho."

He looked back to the TV, watch hi wife and baby mama talk about her new project, she seems so proud of.

"When Taylor messaged me on Instagram about this song, I kinda sorta might have pissed my pants." YN chuckled answering Zane Lowe's question. "I'm gonna use my pregnancy as an excuse, here. But she wrote this whole paragraph about how she likes my music and congratulated me for the Grammys, and that she has this song on Reputation she wanted to collaborate with me." She let out a squeal.

"I can't believe it even happened. Reputation, is hands down my favourite album. I ate my husband's ears out for like the whole time I was working on this project with Taylor." She looked like a child at a candy store.

"I'm gonna assume you had a great time working with Taylor. Now you have a song on your new album of yours with her as well—it is an amazing song by the way, I love it—how did that came along? Did you guys sit down after finishing up song on Rep and decided to write another? Because you said you wrote this song after you were done recording the Rep song. What was the process?" Zane asked his elaborated questions.

"Oh I really did enjoyed working with her, especially when she's the first one I'm collaborating with. And thank you." YN admitted, "recording song on my album just happened really, I was just showing Taylor this song and she was like 'you know what? Let's finish it up.' that's how we wrote this song. She's been nothing but such an amazing friend!"

And the conversation about her music went on, they discussed every song on her new album as they were sat in her house in Australia. She was there for press. Harry and Juno were napping in their shared bedroom in the same house, so she could have this time and work without Juno running after her for everything.

"Your song Heaven is so, so, so, so— urgh I don't even know how to put it into words, but when I was listening to this song felt so loved in a way. My kids loves this song by the way, they say it feels like a lullaby." Zane shared.

"Yeah it is, I wrote it after I got to know I'm having a daughter. I can't even explain how special I felt knowing she chose me to be her mother. God it was so surreal." YN ranted, the radiance on her face from talking about her daughter was brighter than the sun itself, "I just couldn't fathom—in a cool way—that my baby is going to be a girl. I am sort of religious when it comes to this. It is said daughters bring good fortune and good luck and love and joy along with them and it does feel like that. My parents got four daughters and they say the same thing.  She's more attached to Harry I will say, that makes me jealous. But we're, we're on good terms."

Zane chuckled, "that's a beautiful thing." YN took in a deep breath knowing what question was coming forth her, "you never talked about your daughter, why so?"

"It was definitely to protect her from everything which comes with, with my career. I didn't felt like wanting to put her in lime light when she can't really understand what good and bad for her. When she's grown up maybe she'd want to be a part of what her parents do or she's maybe not to want to be part of this. And as much as I like social media, it is really one cruel place to be. Same came with my relationship, my husband and I did not wanted to talk about it openly mor did we wanted to hide, so that's that."

"No, I totally agree with you. Social media can have a bad influence most of the time." Zane said, "I've talked to Harry about it too in the past."

"Yeah, I've seen those interviews. You're really amazing by the way, best person I've been interviewed by ever. Thank you." YN praised Zane.

"Of course," he smiled at her compliment, "now we have this next song..." And they both diverted back to talking about her album. They still had 8 songs to talk about which were party and love songs.

Juno was up the entire interview. He put on Cocomelon for her, it helps her to to sleep somehow. To be honest he'd sleep watching that show too as to how boring he finds it.

"Oh we're watching Cocomelon?" It YN, she shut the door behind her as she took off her shoes. Juno's head shot up, as she climbed down the sofa leaving her dad in a heartbeat and waddled to her mother. "Hi baby love." YN gathered her in a warm hug as she scooped her from the ground, checking her fever with the back of her hand.

"Muma!" She smiled in content. YN just hugged her tighter. "Kissy." She held her mum's face in between her tiny hands as he pressed sloppy kiss on her mouth. She gets the face holding from her dad.

"I love you!" YN said, "more than you Papa, don't tell him though." She whispered the last part making Juno laugh cheekily.

"I heard that." Harry commented, "come here you two, now!"

"Demanding, aren't we?" YN said as she made her way to where her husband was sat.

Jumo held out her tiny pointer finger towards her dad, "Bad Papa!"

Harry gasped, "what did you just say!"

"No, Mummy!" She confided in her mum laughing.

"She isn't wrong." YN agreed with their daughter as she sat next to him. Juno straddling her lap as she rested her small head on her chest.

Harry cupped his wife's face as he brought her closer to him to kiss her on the mouth. "Missed you today."

"Awh! I missed you too." She cooed and gave him another kiss, "I have a day off tomorrow."

"Yeah?" He asked. He was planning out a day for just him and her, maybe leave Juno with his mother-in-law for the day. Take his wife out on a nice date, or do whatever she pleases. He just did not wanted to say that in front of Jumo or she'd be throwing a tantrum.

She's learned to throw tantrums now which is very challenging to the least, to handle her. But she calms down with in minutes.

"Mhmm." She nodded. "Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, "or we can cook at home."

"We need to go grocery shopping." YN reminded him, "we can go to this Korean restaurant, Juno have have a bit of soup."

"You like soup, don't you?" Harry looked at his baby.

"Soup!" She exclaimed.

"Korean food it is." Harry announced, "come on, let's go change." He stood up holding his hands out for Juno. He placed her carefully down on her feet as they walked upstairs to change.

YN sat there, relaxing for a bit. Hearing giggling and squeals from Juno's room. She had come downstairs with her stuffed Bunny she got when she was having a nice day out with her Nana. He's named BumBum for some reason, bit keeps changing. She had her pair of Gucci sandles her dad got her of course.

"Mummy, put my shoes pwease?" She asked.

"Come on here, I'll teach you how to put on your shoes yeah?" YN suggested. She climbed up on the sofa, YN showed her how to put on her shoes.

"Yay!" She celebrated her bug success of putting her shoes on.

"Good job, darling." YN praised her.

"Papa, I put my shoes!" She told her father he came down all cha ged up, showing off her shoes.

"Good job baby," he praised her too. "You're getting big now, huh?" Juno just clapped her hands and did her happy dance.

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Juno was fast asleep in her baby ramp when they got back home. Harry took her upstairs to her room, changed her into her PJs and put her in her cot with a good night kiss. By the time he got back to the room he shared with his wife, she was already in shower. He knocked on the door.

"Can I join?" He asked.

"Come in." It did not took him more convincing to go in after that.

He can still resist seeing her, despite being together for three years and having a child with her, just looking at her (even if she's in worn down baggy clothes) makes him wanna go at it like rabbits. He could definitely feel himself getting hard there, as he stripped to get in shower with her.

He missed the days where he could make love to her anywhere in their home. But now they have confide in their bedroom, especially now since their little bean can walk and even climb out of her cot if she's feeling brave and rebellious. But this time he made sure to lock the bathroom door, but their daughter won't be up till the morning now.

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YN and Harry opted to not leave Junk with her Nana for the next day, just because they would be gone to Italy for two days.

YN's got a movie premiering at the Venice Film Festival, right next day after Harry's. It was Harry's first time whilst YN's been there for a couple of time. He was a hit nervous to say the least. It was better to spend some time with their little one before going away for two days for the first time.

Harry found it a little difficult to actually leave his mini me alone. He's never done that since she's been born, the longest he was away from her was 20 hours and that was dreading itself whilst she was on a plane with her Mummy to one his shows. Daddy and daughter snuggled for hours after the show to be frank, turns out neither Juno can go a day without her dad.

And here she is helping her mum pack a duffle bag with her night clothes, helping her pick some PJs. YN's side of closet was made into a mess.

"Papa no!" She scolded her dad moving his hand away who was helping her fold the clothes to put into the bag, "me do it!"

"Okay you do it." He gave up.

YN had made her a little clothe folding 'Machine' with pieces of cardboard, as a sensory toy. She loves to use it as she can fold clothes. She placed her mum's sleep shirt on it, surprisingly very nearly for a eighteen month old and folded up the piece of clothing.

"Yay!" She celebrated as she moved on to another shirt. She found it fun to help around already.

"Good job baby girl." Harry praised her, helped her by pushing her baby hairs out of her face. Once she was done she got to play with her dad. They play fought whilst YN got her skincare kit together, yN was getting her stuff together whilst two kids were playing instead of just following her around.

That's what they both do, Harry follows YN around like a puppy and Juno follows him around. But she was left alone now to get her stuff together in peace. Now they were singing nursery rhymes together, making a load of noise.

"Papa you bein' siwwy!" Juno squealed a laugh watching her dad make funny faces as he strummed his guitar. For am 18 month old her vocabulary was pretty good, he was surprised. "Wan' one!"

"You want a guitar?" He beamed, and she nodded grinning wife showing off dimples she got from him. "Will get you one soon, yeah princess?"

"Yay!" She celebrated, stood up on the mattress to give Harry a kiss on his mouth.

"I love you." He mumbled pulled her in a hung after he put his guitar away.

"Wuv you!" She mumbled.

It warmed YN's heart to see him so good with Juno, just like she imagined he's going to be. He is already an amazing father to her. She was done packing up their bags, she even packed Harry's stuff for him because he was having such a great time with their little bean. She told him she was going down stairs to make them dinner. It was her turn to make dinner tonight.

"Babe?" Harry called about an hour later as he made his way down to kitchen.

"I'm in kitchen." She answered. "Where is JJ?"

"She's napping in our bed." He shared, "just got a call from Jeff."

"Now what does that fucker wants?" She asked, annoyed clearly as she copped lettuce for the side salad.

"Don' say that love, he's m'friend." He cooed, but in a joking way, "he was askin' me to ask you if y'could send out a statement sayin' your Harry is a different Harry and not me. The birthday posts have made enough chaos and your recent interview just added to it." He explained.

She snorted, "why would I do that?"

"Don' have to baby, I don' want y'to either. I can't live a double life anymo'." He sighed, "I'm so happy with you, don' want tk change anythin' 'ave got the most amazing girls with me. That's all I need. I want no more hidin'."

"Awh H!" YN sighed and pulled him in a hug, "you need a different manager."

"Just don't leave me." He mumbled, his fave buried in the crook of her neck.

"Never leaving you H, not for seven lives you've got. Remember we vowed two hears ago." She reminded him.

"I want y'in every universe and every life baby, I love you. So much." He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I love you." She mumbled. "Don't have to get so sad and upset about it. I'm not going anywhere, you have me and Juno for the rest of our days."

"You have me too." She could feel him smile against her skin as he mumbled. He pressed a gentle kiss on her neck before he hugged her tighter.

"Harry, no hickeys. I'm wearing my hair up!" She warned him when she felt him suck on her skin lightly.

"Too bad," he pulled away, "you've got sensitive skin, 's already red." He smirked proudly looking at his work on her neck.

"God you're annoying." She groaned and got back to her work, just for him to wrap his arms around her again, from behind.

"Too bad that too, you're stuck with me. For our seven lives." He kissed her cheek, "I wan' you to be as petty as you want to be now. Show everyone who I belong to."

"You mean I can crumble TPWK, chop it into tiny lil pieces and throw it out the window of 69th floor?" She asked as she stirred the food on the stove in front of her.

"That's a bit specific and as much as I want you to do that, don' hurt anyone, yeah?" He made a bargain.

"Too bad that," she said, "I was about to go over to your asshole Jeffery's house and crack his neck."

"Maybe don' do that." He said, "that's a bit cruel."

"I'll think about it." She nodded, "god can't wait to tell everyone I'm your wife."

"And I can't wait to show I'm your husband and baby daddy." He nudged his nose into her freshly washed hair.

"We're being cringey, we should stop." She laughed.

"I don' know." He shrugged, "let's turn off the stoves now and go to the bathroom now."

"You're like a teenager." She squealed a soft chuckle feeling his hand creep upto her breasts, pushing his hand down back to her tummy. "Still need to make the salad and food for Juno."

"She's nappin', come on, don' leave your husband with blue balls." He whined.

"Thought we had seven lives together, we got plenty of time for that." She teased him.

"I've fot seven minutes before I explode."

"God you're dramatic." She turned off all the stoves and turned around. He pulled her away from hot vessels so she doesn't hurt herself as he attacked her with a big needy kiss on her mouth, his hands reaching down to groop her butt as he picked her up to take her to the downstairs bathroom.

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Harry loves Italy. More than anyone could imagine. That's where he asked YN to be his girlfriend, that's also where he proposed her and also where they got married. It js a pretty special place to him. Even his baby ws conceived there. Wink wink!

Harry couldn't take YN on the premier of his movie with him but he was for sure going with her the next day. He had picked out an outfit with help of Lambert just incase he gets to go on the red carpet with her, though he's nust planning to accompany her on her request.

The press conference and red carpet for his movie was rather boring for him, he'd admit.

But he was so excited that she'd be with him for the screening. She looked incredibly adorable with her floral printed skirt and a blouse to go with it. She had styled her hair in subtle waves. He walked upto her where she was talking to the director of his movie and someone from her crew.

"I can't wait to get out of here," he said to her but Jeffery was there in his manager mode and pulled him back to ask to go see the fans who were stopped right behind YN behind the barricade.

Next day, watching his wife talk to people, being her humble and sweet self made his heart flutter that much more. He looked stunning in her Gucci suit from hi HAHAHA collection, he had it custom made in her most favourite colour and even had her favourite flower clipped to the lapel on the blazer. Her hair thrown into messy low bun with a few face framing bits around her gorgeous chubby cheeks, he loves to pepper with kisses. Their wedding and engagement ring she proudly wore today as only accesory for the night on her hand.

Even he wore his engagement ring and wedding ring proudly today and yesterday.

The dark red-ish brown lipstick made her lips stand out. If they weren't in a room full of people he'd just go up to her make her sit on his lap and make out with her for hours on end.

Soon the press conference was over, he watched YN walk over to him. Harry did not waste a moment to hold her hand.

"Let's go get ready for the carpet, yeah?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He nodded and walked out with her to the water taxi. Once sat and away from the people taking pictures and videos of them, "you did so good there."

"Thank you." She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder which earned her a kiss on her forehead.

"Want to see you in your outfit already. You just said you're wearing something white and iridescent." He pouted, making a puppy face.

"Just an hour," she said.

Harry had already heard her rave about this dress she had designed from this small boutique in her hometown, it was support a small business and even bring her movie character with her as she walked down the red carpet for the premiere. YN's younger than him but she's been in the industry to know what exactly she is doing, Harry is very grateful whenever she guides him with something.

It just took her about 40 minutes to get out of photocall look and then additional 45 minister to get into her final look. She had asked Harry to het something to match her with just two clues. He got himself a iridescent and white dress shirt and dress pants with the shoes he wore on his movie premier. He did not wanted to steal from her day and make it about himself so he kept jt simple. But it was Gucci of course.

"Dan-ta-naa!" YN exclaimed walking into the living room area of their suite from the bedroom where she was getting ready. Harry quickly changed up in the bathroom and was fixing his hair looking in her small hand held mirror.

She looked like a living doll with her puffy mini dress which hemmed right ar her mid thighs with puffy sleeves, her hair pulled up into a mid high ponytail with a black iridescent bowed headband around her hair but a few pieces were left around her face and styled into her classic waves. She wore Oxford loafer with ankle high socks, a bold red lip to finish up the look. It was so much like her but also her movie character with simple colour, sophisticated style yet sparkly. When she stepped closer he also noticed glittery eyeliner, smoked out on her gorgeous eyes making her look that much more mature. Harry didn't know he was holding onto his breath until he felt her hand on his bicep bringing him back to life there.

"You took my breath away," he sighed making her chuckle. She pouted asking for a kiss.

"It's transfer proof." She said refering to her lipstick. He smiled and gladly gave her much deserved kiss, he just did not wanted to ruin her makeup for her. At least not now.

The premier of her movie was amazing. Her fans were ecstatic to see Harry with her, even his fans were. He took a few pictures with her and went to stand with her team whilst she was being the icon she is. He did not hesitate to click a few pictures of her himself on their disposable camera he got with him.

Her movie was amazing. It recieved 18 minutes standing ovation as everyone praised her and the director of her movie. A movie made by women for women was the motto of the project which was evidently conveyed to the audience. Harry couldn't be more proud of her as he whistles and clapped and cheered for her, asking everyone around him to cheer as well. It made an history at the Film Festival for the longest standing ovation then and there.

It should be weird but Harry couldn't be happier to see his wife in happy tears tonight. For someone who debuted in the entertainment industry as a singer to turn into an actor was a pretty big deal for her and he knew it. He has seen her go through so much with in three years with her, he couldn't imagine how she dealt with everything from the age of just ten.

For the after party dinner, YN couldn't help but just look at her love. He looked extra handsome today to for some reason.

She was lucky one to have her dreams come true, she's been his fan since the very beginning of his career. Now she is married to him and have a child with him. There is just so much more to him just slaying everyday on his life in front of camera like a pro.

He's the most caring man she has had in her entire life. Most importantly she feels loved around him which she never got to experience from anyone other than her sisters and mother. It was a different kind of love and it was refreshing. He never gives into her lies of I'm fine but instead sits her sown and talk it all out.

He's an amazing husband and equally amazing father if not more. That's what she wanted for her future kids. God seeing him with Juno makes her heart melt into a puddle.

Now seeing him get along with her friends and colleagues made her fall in with him that much more. If that was even possible. How he managed to sneak in little kisses on her forehead and cheek, never failed to leave her hand unless needed. They talked through the dinner, everyone was praising YN for her work.

Honestly Harry thought it wasn't enough. No praises are enough for his Queen, she needs more and more because she deserves every one of those.

They went back to their hotel but YN didn't eat much as she didn't find the food that great, so they walked to little store which was open down the street. They had a few crips options for her and a few fruit drinks plus a load of sweets. She got a pack of gummy bears, big pack of classic salt and vinegar crips and only mango smoothie left in the fridge, Harry opted for the strawberry one as it was her second choice just incase she changed her mind. And they walked back to their hotel.

They both did their little face masks and ate the junk food both of them got and watched half of recent Conjuring movie. Talked to their baby on FaceTime for a few minutes before it was time for her bed. Well it was way past her bed time but she was with her Nani so she was excused.

"So?" Harry looked at his wife smirking.

"So?" She asked.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"Not really, not much." She shook her head then realised what he was referring to. "Only if you can be on top."

"Yeah, can do that." He nodded in agreement as he kept his laptop away he rolled over to her side, hovering her halfway as he caught her lips with his tenderly.

"Just go slow." She mumbled against his mouth.

"Was planning on same." He said pulling away so he can move to fit in between her thighs with hands rested on either sides of her shoulders kept him from crushing her with his weight. "Just miss making love to ya, I'm very tired of quickies at night in our bedroom or the bathroom."

"Awh Harry," she cooed and pulled him down with her hand sliding up his neck. He sucked on her bottom lip gently as he slowly made his way down her jaw to her neck with equal feathery and sloppy kisses. "Can I leave hickeys on ya?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. She got nothing to worry about even though she's got half of the press left for her album. But it was okay with her. Everyone knows they sleep together, they're married and have a child!

He lingered just that much longer on her pulse at her neck. Sucking a tiny mark on her skin meanwhile rutting his hips into hers, fabrics of their underwear just separating them from each other, she could feel his hardening bulge against her bundle of nerves with his each soft rut.

It was just perfect that he is just in his boxers and she is just in her shirt and a pair of panties, which Harry is sure are to ruined already when a soft moan escaped her mouth. Her moans are like whispers of song to him, not that she's a loud moaner. It was something just for both of them when it's that way.

"C'mere," he moved away from sucking a mark on her neck but not before he pressed a kiss on her mouth as he helped her sit up. His hands going down to the hem of her shirt as if on auto pilot mode, "can I take this off?"

"Please." She nodded.

Him still asking her for everything little thing makes butterflies in her tummy fly upto her head, because she knows what's coming next. He carefully took off her shirt, extra careful with her pretty face.

"Need y'to stand 'ere." He said as he guided her to side of their hotel bed with his hands on her hips, "no, no a's okay." He assured her already seeing her suck in her tummy, something she did subconsciously especially since she's got a little baby pooch and strech marks on her skin. "Don' do that, okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Relax." He looked up at her with his hand rested on her tummy, "relax or aren' goin' any further, baby love. Want you to be comfortable." Once he had made sure she was relaxed, he got to slide down her panties, a wet patch was evidence which boosted up his ego. He knows how to work her up.

Without saying a word with his hand behind her knee he pulled her leg up to rest on the mattress besides him as she stood in between his legs. He pressed a loving kiss on her tummy earning a soft giggle from her, he went onto kiss his way down south. YN gasped feeling the tiniest swip of his tongue on her already sensitive clit. Harry glanced at her with a devilish smirk on his face, his right dimple showing up. He moved to loving on the soft skin on her thighs, pressing on sloppy wet kisses in a trail leading upto where she wanted more pressure just to move to her other thigh.

"How many do you have in you?" He asked, but keeping busy with loving on her.

"I don't know." She mumbled. It's been a long time they have gone this slow. It was like her first time, he made it so special and unforgettable for her, it was on their second date. No pre-hand preparations were needed, he has drove her back to her hotel in London but he ended up staying the night with her, though they opted out on intercourse it was still a very special night. "Quit teasing, H, please!"

"No begging baby, I'm gonna make you cum tonight." He said, "just gonna have my way with you." She just whined a gasp feeling his thumb on her clit rub a tight circle to join by a flick of the tip of his tongue. His tongue was still cold from when he had his (almost frozen) smoothie. She let out a hiss at a bold lick of his tongue.

Looking down, she found him with his eyes closed, devouring her taste like she's his last meal. With his hands on her hips urging her to move her hips in slow thrusts again his flicking tongue which was now warming up to familiar sense of pleasure which followed by closely. She was immediately pushed to the edge when she saw the bright green of his eyes with hints of blues and browns, his cheekbones looked so much more prominent as he sucked on her clit. He sucked in a deep breath as he shut his eyes closed again, indulging himself.

"I'm close, H," she moaned a sigh at the sight of him alone, and another as her hands went up threading through his hair pushing his head further into her pussy. Vibration from his humming causes sparks go down her spine as the exhale from his nose sooth her. She felt his finger teasing at her entrance as he sucked on her clit. It's been just few minutes but it feels like a life time as she came over her euphoric high.

"Fuck!" She mumbled, feeling like she's made of rubber as every tense sensation in her bones, joints and muscles washed away. She almost fell down it were for Harry to pull her on his lap, making her straddle his thighs.

"Hi," he was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her up as he buried his face into her neck.

"Hi," she whispered resting her head on his shoulder.

"You alright?" He enquired.

"Yeah, just—it was alot. But good." She nodded, "just need a second."

"We have all night baby love." He chuckled quietly, rubbing his hand on the planes of her bare back. "Think we should sleep now, yeah?"

"No," she whined.

"You look tired baby," he pointed out the obvious, "was it that good?"

"I told you I need a second, don't boost your ego." She mumbled against his skin.

"It's been more than a second." He chuckled, "you good now?" He asked once she pushed away slightly to look at him.

"Mhmm." She nodded. "It's just been that long, all we were doing was having quickies."

"Mmm, must say enjoyed tha' very, very much. We should do this more often." He suggested, a cheeky obviously smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah?" YN cooed teasing him, scrunching up her nose, nudging against his.

"Yeah!" He nodded mimicking her.

Harry's play mocking was shut down with her buttoning their mouths together again as she pushed him back on the mattress.

"Uh-uh, darlin' love, we're doin' it my way today." He managed to mumble against her mouth, turning her unspoken offer of a blowie from her, he knows her all too well. Hooking his leg behind her knee, his hand on her hip and one behind her neck he flipped them over in a split of a second. "Today is about you," he reminded her, pushing her bangs which covering her pretty face. "You had many people show their love and support for you today. Now 's my turn."

"Is it?" She squinted her eyes and pouting her lips in fake confusion.

He kissed her pout away, "mhmm, it is. It is my love."

"God you are hot!" She groaned pulling him in for a kiss.

She wouldn't lie she's been his fan before they met, fought for his tickets online in the fan queue. She found herself quite lucky that he happened to fall in love with her. She took no shame in fangirling over him, on his face.

"Mm," Harry pulled away in hurry. "Gimme a second, yeah?" He hurried to the closet where their bags were kept, almost stumbling over his own bare feet, he took out a few condoms. He walked back to where he left his wife.

"We don't need those." She told him.

"We don' need another babe for a while, love, one is already takin' all of our time and extra." He told her and he slipped down his boxers.

"I am on birth control," she reminded him and watch realisation wash over his gorgeous features. Yet another cheeky smile took over his face as he tossed the silver packets behind him like trash, well, it was trash now. He made his way back to her and smushed his mouth on hers in a tender loving kiss.

"Harry?" She tried to speak, which halted his actions immediately. He looked at her to find her doe eyes, "please?" She asked.

God, they're like old couples who's been together for atleast 7 to 8 decades!

He gave a nod as he willing lied on his back, pulling her on top of him—he is not dumb to deny a blowie offer for the second time!— she gave him a soft peck on his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth she made her way of sloppy wet kisses down his jaw to his neck. His sweet spot just by the angle of his jaw where she lingered to earn a few soft moans from him. Once she was satisfied and knew very well it's going to leave a mark which will darken in the morning and stay for at least a week she moved back to press another kiss on his mouth.

"You sure?" She asked.

"You know I'm—" he was interrupted by another kiss which he welcomed gladly because he's"—not gonna say no to that."

"I love you," she chuckled.

"I love you." He rephrased.

She made her way down. His hard cock lied on his stomach there, wrapping her fingers around it was enough to earn a small gasp from him. Her couldn't fathom the sight of how her tiny hands looked tiny wrapped around his shaft like that. His mind was knocked off all the thoughts at once though, when he felt her warm tongue swipe around just the tip. A kitten licks in, she takes just the head in her mouth. He looked down to find her fully indulged, god how he loved it. She pulls away with sound of pop to his cock another lick.

"God!" He groaned softly, letting his head hang back in the slightest of pleasure, which he wouldn't lie was aching to feel. The feel of her warm mouth wrapped around his, feeling her mouth more and more on his cock. "Oh, no baby take just as much as you can." He warned her. She just hummed as she slowly started to bob her head up and down his cock. He let out a louder hiss of a moan. He wouldn't last long if he keeps thinking how much he missed it then he wouldn't have another in him, especially with how much he desired to be on top. How she made his mind boggle was out of this world.

"Baby, love, stop." He stopped her.

"What? Did I hurt you?" She asked.

"No, no you didn't." He rushed to assured her pulling her closer to him holding onto her wrist. "I wouldn't last that long, and I already don't think 'ave another in me. Let me fuck you now, yeah?"

"Mhmm." She got off of him.

"C'mon darlin', lie down, wanna see your pretty face as I make y'cum with my cock now." He sits up, he doesn't let her lied down herself, with his hands behind her knees he pulls her down making her fall back as he fit himself in between her thighs. "Y'look so gorgeous like this. Jus' for me to see, yeah?"

"Just for you." She nodded. He hovers over her.

"Did I tell you jow much I love you?" He mumbled against her cheek before pressing a soft kiss on her skin.

"You do that like a million times a day." She agrees.

"Mhmm, I love you. So much." He reminded her again as he he buttoned their mouths together, tucking her bottom lip in his. "You ready?"

"Yeah." She could only manage to get one word out with his mouth on hers. He pulled away just a inch, his hand going down in between them, taking his cock in his hand he slowly pushed himself in. Taking it slow this time.

YN could feel every crevice and vien on his cock as she felt him slip inside. He felt bigger somehow. Gasping for hair, she wrapped her arms around his middle, fearing she's going to slip away from all the pleasure she was already feeling.

Happy hormones having a firework in her brain just intensified when he was fully in. His forehead nuzzled in her neck.

"Move now please!" She whimpered quite literally. He hummed in reply as he pulled back just to trust in. It did not take him long to pick a nice rhythm which worked wonders for their filthy song. Their moans added low vocals to the beats of their hips coming together.

"No, look at me baby." He requested, when he saw her eyes shut close. Her head burying further down in her pillow.

"Go faster please," she whined of pleasure. In silent agreement Harry picked up his pace just a little. Pushing her sweet spot just right times, pushing her that much closer to edge.

He felt himself release once, he was close he knew. "Are you gonna cum for me baby?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded and finally looked at him, "ah, please cum with me Harry."

"I'm behind you baby love, cum for me whenever—" he grunts as he keeps up with his rhythm, "—you're ready."

With her hands cupping his face, she pulled him down for a kiss. But she shuddered physical feeling him groan and inhale sharply through her nose as he started going feral with his thrusts now. Chasing for both their highs. Especially after feeling her pussy clench around his cock.

Soon enough he was cumming right after her, as her pussy milked his cock to the last drop.

After shocks hit just rught after a pause in their actions, maybe a second, before both of them started painting as if they just ran a marathon. Harry chuckled softly when he pulled his head up to look at her all worn out lied there under him with her eyes shut, in euphoric daze.

"You alright baby?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." She sounded, opening her eyes to look at him, she felt numb down there but could still tell his now soften cock was still inside her. He smiled resting his forehead on hers, taking in the moment.

"Need to get y'cleaned," he reminded himself more than he did her. It was his ritual, which he couldn't follow for many times even after their quickies.

"I will go clean myself, we don't have much here." She reminded him, "we're in a hotel."

"Oh yeah," he realised, letting out a sigh he looked at her, "you need a minute?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"You did so good, came so hard." He said, already reminiscing what happened not even a minute ago. She laughed softly, the red tint in her complextion just intensifying.

Her watched as her hand came in his view, her pointer finger running down in feathery touch from in bet his brows to the nose, a little tap on the tip of his nose. He was waiting for it, it never failed to earn a giggle and a tender kiss from him.

"C'mon now, need y'to go pee and clean yourself, yeah?" He said and finally pulled out of her, already missing the specific physical closeness he shared with her.

"I want to cuddle naked." She demanded as she sat up.

"Mhmm," with a pat on her bum he sent her to the bathroom.

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It was half past one in the morning, YN got into bed with her husband. Still feeling her legs wobbling as she walked.

As much as both of the loved being parents to Juno, none of them would even a quarter ounce of a thing, both of them just missed their alone time.

As guilty feeling as it felt to them both, that was needed. It wasn't as intense as their pre baby sex times, but it surely felt like one.

With quickies, it wasn't sure both of them had their orgasms which was equally as important for the other to make sure. With promises to get back to it when their baby would whine in her sleep or start crying or is sick, the tiredness from late night and early mornings broke their promises quite many times. Which both of them were fine of.

They're new parents, and they're going to learn as time goes by.

"We should do this at least once a month." Harry suggested.

For once in a blue moon, he was a big spoon today.

"Yeah? Come to Italy?" She asked.

"Maybe," he said, "or we can have Juno spend time at one of her Grandma's or Aunty Gem's house. Does that sound selfish?"

"No, it doesn't." She assured him, "I know it feels wrong to leave her like that, but I feel like we need alone time too. Not just for sex and but just to talk or get some rest."

He scoffed jokingly, "please, you can never keep your hands off of me."

"Yeah, says you who started this." She commented shutting down his giggles.

"Touche baby love." He smiled. "We have a flight at night tomorrow. So we can sleep in for as long as we wish."

"Please don't wake me up until I wake up myself, even if there's a earthquake or tsunami warning!" She begged, "good night, Mr. Styles."

"Good night, Mrs. Styles." He kissed the back of her head.

He knew she wanted to talk more, she's a talker and goes on and on but she is too tired he reckoned. He's gonna have to take her on a vacation soon.

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like a hurricane Anthony and Kate for spicy Sunday? Pleaseeee??

Ahhh

These two sluts

Let's see em

Chaste is not a word that could ever have been used to describe Anthony Bridgerton. At least not passed the age of sixteen when he'd figured out (to be crude) how his cock worked and discovered that plenty of girls thought it absolutely wasn't hyperbole when his mum and aunts told him how handsome he was. And truly, it had only gotten worse when he'd woken up one morning and discovered he had a number 1 single.

Pretty much any woman that he looked at fell into bed with him with a wink and his tongue darting over his lips. They knew exactly what they were in for: a thorough shag in his hotel room, before he called his car to take them home. They got the story and he got to move on with his life, unencumbered by the commitment, the eventually grief that came with love. But from the minute how eyes caught with Kate Sharma's the only thing he could think was Oh Fuck.

She was beautiful, yes, with her long dark hair falling in tight spirals around her, her dark eyes that seemed to burn into his soul as she poked and prodded at him. He'd gotten used to hearing only yes. No one ever told him no anymore and if truth be told, that had only amplified his more extravagant tendencies, and people let him get away with it. Let him get away with walking down to the hotel restaurant in his underwear, robe and slippers with his sunglasses on but not Kate. Kate sighed, as he'd thrived forward flirting mercilessly and rolled her eyes. Down Boy. And fuck it made him want her even more. Made him want to get down on his knees and worship her.

And unbelievably, she'd fallen in love with him as well. She'd rushed onto the stage with him, tears in her eyes before her lips had met. You are so so stupid. And I love you so fucking much I can't even breathe without feeling it. And now. Fucking now, Anthony's sex drive had never been higher. And it was for one woman only.

Eery single second, Kate was in his presence he was aware of it. His skin prickled and burned when he felt her eyes on him, his fingers ached to touch her, ached to strip off and feel the slide of her warm skin against his. Desperate to feel the tug and scrape of her fingers against his scalp as she tugged him down between her thighs. Longed to feel the press of one of those stilettos against his chest. Everything about her made him spiral out of control. Desperate.

Like right now, for example, he was watching her across her office, her brow furrowed as she worked slowly on a jumpsuit he was supposed to wear at the grammys, the sequins shining in the light as she tugged the pins free, feeding it through the sewing machine. And he couldn't stop staring at her. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, surely, with her fingers moving adeptly, her brow furrowed as she concentrated, one leg tucked underneath her, the one that had been wrapped around his neck this morning as her hips had ground against him in the spa bath, leaving him gasping for air.

Anthony cleared his throat, adjusting the tightness in the front of his jeans with an exasperated sigh. Fucking hell. Maybe I need a cock cage.

"Bastard!" Kate let out a sharp gasp dropping the pin she'd been holding, throwing the jumpsuit across the room.

Anthony chuckled, watching his girl frown petulantly as he rolled off the couch with a thump crawling over to her. "Not going to plan."

"I hate that fabric. You'll just have to go on naked." He sighed, letting her head drop to the table staring down at Anthony as he lay his head on her lap, humming contentedly.

"Okay. Just make me a really big tassel and I'll stick it to my cock."

Kate chuckled, her fingers twisting in his hair, "You'll cause a stir."

"With this arse? abso-fucking-lutely I would."

Kate groaned, tossing her hair back as she sat up, "This is so stupid, I don't know why this is so hard."

It caught in his chest, the tension in her body, different from how he usually saw it, stress in every muscle. "You're stressed."

"Yes, I'm stressed." She sighed, smoothing over his hair again "I'll be alright."

Anthony nodded, nuzzling against her thigh for a moment before he hummed. "I know you will be, because I'm going to help you relax."

There was no mistaking what he meant, what burned between them constantly, the ebb and flow between them as he kissed her thigh, tugging her skirt up slowly, giving her time to stop him if it wasn't what she wanted.

Kate groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he nuzzled against the apex of her thighs, his nose pressed against the lace of her underwear. Anthony was already lost, maybe he had been for a very long time, and he didn't care. The smell of her was all around him, the taste of it on his tongue even before it darted out to run over her, the lace damp, pressed against her skin.

Anthony

His teeth caught the edge of her knickers, tugging them down those long legs that filled his fantasies in the middle of the night that had him grinding against them even as she lay in bed next to him. He moved in closer, as close as he could, pressing his nose against her breathing her in deeply as his tongue moved over her, the taste of her thick and heady, hanging between them as he nipped and sucked and fucked her slowly. Kate's hips were slowly grinding against him, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him even closer as his name fell from her lips, gasped and moaned even more desperately by the second. The front of his jeans was unbearably tight, aching for release as his hips stuttered and bucked against the floor, needy desperate noises falling from his own lips as he tugged her closer, so close he was going to finish, he was going to, he couldn't help it, it felt so good to be there, serving her the way she needed, the way she wanted.

stop

Anthony slid backwards as Kate tugged in his hair, sharply, pulling him back onto his knees her voice sharp, her eyes burning into him.

If you really want to make me feel better you'll bend me over this desk and fuck me, Anthony.

Her hand tugged him to his feet as she found hers, letting him sway against her, letting his hips grind desperately against one of her thighs through his jeans as she held his hair tightly, lost to the feeling of her body against his, a whine rising in his throat.

Down boy. Kate chuckled, pushing back against his chest, her lips finding his briefly in a filthy kiss for a long moment, her tongue chasing the taste of herself in his. don't come in your jeans for me, again. as much as I like making you lose control like that, I want to feel it today, Babe.

Anthony nodded desperately, letting her hands tug at his belt, a relieved gasp in his throat already as his jeans slipped down his hips.

Be a good boy Anthony

Kate had settled his hands on the him if her skirt, encouraging him to tug it up before he lost control completely spinning her quickly, walking forward until her body was trapped between his and the edge of her desk.

That's what you want? You want me to fuck you?

A whine built in Kate's throat as she nodded, grinding her hips back against his Oh god yes, Please, babe.

Anthony pushed against her back until she was pressed against the desk, spreading her legs wider and-

Oh fuck

It fell from both of their lips as his hips snapped into hers, letting Kate's knees knock against the side of the desk. Anthony's eyes rolled back for a moment, his jaw clenched as he fought to stay in control, even as he cantered towards the finish. The air was thickening around them, mingled gasps and pants and moans of desperation hanging in it, the smell of the rising in the air thick and heady as the fingers of his left hand locked with hers, Kate's knuckled white against the edge of the desk.

He couldn't hold onto it, his hips moved faster with every movement, harder, the desk shifting across the floor with it, the wood grinding against the floor as they slipped and slid and moved filthily together. His entire body was on fire as Kate's tightened around him, his name falling from her lips again and again like a fucking prayer every muscle in her body coiled tight.

Come for me right fucking now Kate. I mean it.

A strangled scream fell from her lips as she shuddered against the desk and it was too overwhelming as his hips stuttered forward one last time, his vision turning white and he collapsed against her.

Anthony had no idea how long he stood there, bent over the desk pressing Kate into it, only that his entire body felt heavy as he fought to stand properly.

"You really outdid yourself this afternoon." Kate hummed happily kissing his forehead as she stood, tugging her skirt back down. "Very daddy."

Anthony let out a groan, his hips bucking feebly against her, his arms wrapping tight around her, holding her close, desperate for the contact, another thing he'd learned about himself recently. "Don't say that, I'll get another stiffy and I need a little nap."

Kate sighed sympathetically, her fingers carding through his damp hair soothingly. "Wanna take a nap on the sofa?"

"Can we puppy pile?"

"Course we can." She tugged him by the hand, back over to the sofa, laying down before she tugged him to lay the length of her, letting him nuzzle into her neck as his eyelids drooped. And just before he fell asleep he could have sworn he heard Kate sigh. Just leave it there Luce, poor little pup's worn out.

and he didn't even care about Lucy's disgusted "Gross." before the door snapped closed.

#like a hurricane #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[invisibleraven]

feeling their temperature + Willie/anyone

"Alex babe, I'm home!" Willie called as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, kicking it shut behind him. There was answer, but he didn't really expect there to be. Alex had said he was going to be spending the day working on some new riffs and probably had his headphones on.

Willie hummed as he dropped off the groceries, putting away anything perishable, and surveying the contents of the fridge. "Hmmm, maybe some chicken and broccoli casserole?" he muttered to himself as he eyed the florets taking up space in their crisper drawer. Before long he had the pot and pan heating up, carefully chopping everything, humming the latest Julie and the Phantoms song the band had debuted. He knew it would earn them their next few Grammys, it was that much of a bop.

Soon he had the casserole in the oven, and Willie realized that he hadn't heard a single drum beat or cymbal crash since he came home. Not even the creak of Alex's ancient studio chair that he swore he was gonna sneak out and replace come the drummer's next birthday. Now he was worried. Alex wasn't overly noisy, but he also wasn't this quiet. Willie crept up the stairs, peering into rooms until he stopped at their bedroom, seeing a lump under the ugly looking quilt he had been thrilled by at a yard sale some years back.

"Alex?"

No movement, so Willie crept closer, seeing Alex fast asleep on the bed. Only his face looked flushed, his breathing was heavier than usual, and he could see that the garbage bin next to their bed was half full of tissues. Gently shaking Alex, he pressed his lips against his forehead, hissing at the heat he felt coming off his skin.

"Jeez hotdog, you're burning up!"

"Mmmm not sick," Alex replied, looking up at him with bleary eyes. "Just tired."

"Uh huh, let's see what the thermometer says about that shall we?" Willie offered, helping Alex sit up, feeling how he was wheezing and holding back a cough. "I'm gonna go get the cold kit, you don't move."

Alex half grumbled a reply, but stayed there until Willie returned, sticking the thermometer under his tongue. Willie grinned as Alex pouted, but wouldn't let him spit it out until it gave a beep. "Hmmm, 100.8, that's a fever alright. Now, I want you to take these pills to help bring that down, nice cool water to help."

"I'm not sick," Alex protested again, but dutifully threw back the pills, almost draining the glass.

"Sure you're not. But let's get you into your comfy jammies and slather some VapoRub on you anyways. Julie says her tia swears by it."

"Bleh, I hate the smell of menthol," Alex whined, raising his arms as Willie helped him out of his hoodie, his limbs feeling sore and uncooperative.

"At least you can still smell," Willie commented, holding back a grin as Alex groped for a tissue, blowing his nose with a loud honk. "I've got supper in the oven, but if you wanna nap before it's done, we have time..."

"I'm... not really hungry, sorry," Alex replied, looking almost sad at admitting it.

"That's okay, more for me!" Willie joked. "Nah, it'll keep. Plenty there for when you have your appetite back."

"When it's done can I have cuddles?" Alex asked pathetically. "Even if it means you'll get this crud too?"

"Thought you weren't sick?" Willie teased, smiling wide when Alex stuck his tongue out at him. "You know I'm down for cuddles any time. Plus we did say in sickness and in health." The beep of the oven sounded throughout the house, and Willie gave Alex an apologetic smile. "I'm gonna go deal with that, you lie back and I'll return before you know it."

"Kay," Alex muttered, snuggling beneath the covers, eyes already closed. Willie took his time getting the food out, and grinned when he returned to the bedroom, Alex already fast asleep, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

Willie tip-toed in, pressing another kiss to his forehead, sighing that it was no longer burning and chuckled. "Not sick my ass, love you though." Willie pressed one more kiss to Alex's skin and went off to enjoy a quiet evening, even though he was sure that by tomorrow, he would be just as miserable as Alex was.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

i have a thing to say, idk where I'm going with this but pls listen. The people who are hating on harry the most are only those who are chronically online. I'm sure that no artist or celebrity is popping veins because harry styles won AOTY.

this is the thing with being chronically online, one of my fav memes that I saw and still think about is the one whic goes:

person 1: I love apple

person 2: so are you saying you hate oranges?

this is literally how chronically online ppl act. there is absolutely no nuance, no grey area... everything is just black or white in this situation.

first about him deserving AOTY, yes he did. Harry's house (regardless of if anyone likes it or not) stayed up in charts, was played multiple times, is critically acclaimed and has several accolades. so is the case with Renaissance correct. but the thing about these nominations are that there is possibility of winning and losing indefinitely. Did Harry's house deserve to win? this is a question which is very subjective. those who likes it will say yes and those who don't will say their fav album but painting hs3 as some sort of a charity case that harry winning that award is extremely shocking, never thought of never been done before is case of extreme delusional imo. all the albums which were nominated were for a reason, which means the probability of any album winning was the same as harry winning. it was in competition for a reason. imo I get the anger that people have because beyonce has been snubbed from AOTY for many yrs but imo that is a frustration that should be taken upon recording academy and not harry. I have barely seen tweets and posts about ppl being angry at RA but more about how harry didn't deserve it. AOTY was deserved by every nominee if they were nominated at the first place.

now about his speech, what harry said yes I agree it sounds tone deaf. I know what he means, his fans know what he meant but I can understand how GP thought of it. I hope in the future harry minds his words and practice beforehand how to approach this situation. But I also have to add this thing, that I have seen several ppl wanting to "cancel" him, several ppl making fake tweets about how lizzo and Adele weren't happy, several ppl digging into his old tweets wanting to find racism...in one way harry should've been considerate but on the other way there is minimal actual disappointment but rather "let's jump on this bandwagon to hate on him"

anyways my advice to your other anon as well is to refrain yourself from "chronically online" people. Acknowledge that harry can and make mistakes. hold him accountable. but also find nuances and differences between an emotion out of vengeance and an emotion of actual disappointment. find difference between people who preach and people who listen and people who make you understand.

lastly, harry should've been careful with his words. and I hope he keeps that in mind. but do I think the world will end because of this? no. do i think Harry's house deserved the award? hell yes and I'm proud of his accomplishment.

i agree with a bunch, kind anon, but i do want to note that harry is probably one of the most censored artists out there in terms of what actually genuinely comes out of his mouth. does the speech sound out of touch? i guess, if you actually believe someone who is really a white cishet man could think he's a minority, but that seems kinda unlikely tbh. it seems like ppl are just ready to hate on anything harry says. bc a more logical interpretation of the speech would be - "hm. this sounds like something who is a minority would say. maybe he is one of us." was it the Smartest thing to say in a situation where no one gets him? no. but do i stand behind the idea that he should shut up even more than he already does? also no.

and then about the grammys... *deep sigh* why do people fucking care so much?

#kind anon #i know you didn't mean it but i really don't care about the grammys and who tf got 'snubbed' i Really don't #it doesn't matter #literally does not #taste is subjective and even that is something harry said in his speech lol #but ofc everyone forgot about that

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 7,250 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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Every so often the chapters will be or include flashbacks. This is just the first flashback.

Tag List: @twinkleallnight @txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations

How It's Going vs How It Started.

Once again it was The Queen vs The Princess. And Marquise had to decide which side he was on. The Royal Family was hosting a dinner and Khari and Shanelle were fighting over The Princess saying she wasn't going.

“No!”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no!”

Shanelle looked around like she was hearing things.

“Did you just tell me no?”

“You have ears right?”

“Little girl…I think you're forgetting who I am and who you are.”

“I know who I am. I'm you. Only better.”

“Of all the times for you to be a 4-year-old brat…”

“From what Grammy and Pop Pop say you were an even bigger brat than I am.”

Marquise choked on his water when Khari stomped her right foot challenging her mother. A trait she most definitely got from her.

“Marquise if you don't get your daughter!”

The King let out a deep sigh.

“Princess. Come here.”

Khari looked at her father before walking over to him and climbing into his lap.

“Now I understand that you don't want to go to the ball, but you know you have to.”

“But!”

He put a gentle finger to her lips.

“You know you can't be by yourself.”

“But King ElI smells funny. And Princess Octavia is always mean to me.” she pouted.

He hated to see his daughter pout.

“Believe me, your mother and I don't like being around them either. Especially Queen Vanda.”

“I forgot about her," Khari muttered.

“I haven't.” Shanelle quipped.

“Do you remember what happened the last time they were here?”

“Queen Vanda ruined one of mommy’s favorite dresses when she spilled her drink on it?”

“Mmmhmm. And do you remember what your mother did?”

Khari started to giggle.

“Mommy accidentally dropped her dessert on her?”

Marquise snickered before leaning in conspiratorially.

“Between you and me, that wasn't really an accident.”

“She had it coming…” Shanelle said nonchalantly.

“Mommy!”

“What? She did! You know how much I loved that dress.”

“But why do we have to host them, Daddy?”

Marquise thought for a second.

“Well, you know the Nintendo Switch you have?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Well, the kingdom of Gemmora is a major supply hub for Nintendo. A lot of the computer chips that they produce go into many of the Nintendo gaming systems.”

“I didn't know that.”

“Daddy has known that for years.”

“So King Eli doesn't want one to be open here?”

“He doesn't want one to open anywhere else outside of Japan and Gemmora.”

“Well, that's not fair.”

“I know.”

“Is that why we're hosting them?”

“Yes, my angel. This dinner we're hosting is in hopes to get King Eli to open up to the idea of Nintendo opening a manufacturing plant here.”

“And if we have a plant here, that means I can get a new Switch for my birthday and Christmas right Daddy?”

Shanelle snorted.

“When did I say that?”

“You haven't…yet.”

“Anyway, now you know why it's important that we host this ball. Even though none of us want to.”

“But why do it at all?”

“Well, because sometimes as Monarchs we have to do certain things that we might not necessarily like or agree with. Hosting this dinner might not benefit us per se. But it will benefit our people.”

“Does that include my friends?”

“Yes. Including your friends.”

Marquise thought for a second.

“Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. If you go get dressed, and we all survive this dinner, we'll have a bedtime snack of your choice. How about that?”

Khari put on a thoughtful look that melted the King’s heart.

“Okay, Daddy. I'll go get ready.”

“That's my girl. But first, you owe your mother an apology for your behavior.”

Khari nodded before looking at her mother.

“I'm sorry Mommy. Do you forgive me?”

“Apology accepted. Now go get dressed.”

Khari kissed her father on the cheek before she got down to hug her mother then ran off to go get ready.

“I don’t know how you do it but you do it.”

Marquise snickered.

“Tactical negotiations my Queen. They're not just for dealing with hostile nations and kingdoms you know.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“As for you my gorgeous wife” he asks as he wraps his arms around her, “how are you feeling?”

“So far I'm alright. No early pregnancy symptoms yet.”

“Good. Very good.” he said before he kissed her. “So let us go get dressed as well. It's bad decorum for the hosts to be late.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

That's how it’s going. Let's look at how it started between The King and Queen.

Their engagement caused quite the stir. The Crown Prince Of Cordonia is marrying The Princess From Brooklyn. Sounds like a fairytale right? But you know what they say? All that glitters ain’t gold. Their engagement was a cover for an arranged marriage between their fathers. It happened when Shanelle was only 6 months old and Marquise was 2 years old. Their betrothal was made in effort to unify a struggling Cordonia as one. And as much as Shanelle didn’t want it to happen, she couldn’t stop it. And neither could he.

His dream was to be Cordonia’s Prime Minister. But when he found out about Shanelle and their betrothal he had to shift his thinking. Being Prime Minister was out. If he was to marry her, he had to be King. His new dream almost didn't happen thanks to her not wanting to have anything to do with him. He met her for the first time when he made an unexpected trip to visit her at home in New York. He was standing in her living room.

“Hello, Princess. How are you?”

“So you’re the one I'm stuck with?”

When he turned around and they made eye contact the sparks flew between them.

“If by that you mean your future husband, then yes I'm the one you’re stuck with.”

Shanelle stood there in the doorway annoyed by him.

“Great. I got matched with a fucking comedian.”

He shrugged.

“Call me ComicView.”

“Yeah, no.”

Something about her fire intrigued him.

“Well, aren't you fiery?”

“Don't get too close, you might get burned.”

“Oh, I assure you I can handle the heat.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?”

He walked closer to her and she had to control her racing heart rate.

“I've heard so much about the Princess of Brooklyn that I had to see for myself. No one told me how beautiful you would be in person.”

When he got closer, she couldn't resist the temptation to look him up and down. Especially after he kissed the back of her left hand.

“Wrong hand. For a royal, you would think you'd know which hand to kiss. Left hand means a woman is married. And the right hand means she's available. You kissed my left hand, which is the wrong one.”

“No, I definitely had the right one.”

“I'm single.” she hissed.

He smirked as he pinned her between his body and the door frame. The look in his eyes made her body hot.

“Not anymore.” he said as he tilted her chin up so she looked up at him, “As of today, you belong to me.”

“I am not your property!”

“You're right. You’re not my property. You’re much better than that.” he said before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Shanelle…you are My Queen.”

The next night Shanelle couldn't wait to get together with her best friends The Fab Babes for a Friday girl’s night and Chinese at her place.

“Alright! We have food from Szechuan Palace, we have an endless supply of wine, we have my dad's new flat screen, and we have movies!” she said as she laid out the food.

“We should start with–” Nina said before Shanelle cut her off.

“WE ARE NOT WATCHING JURASSIC PARK!”

“You’re such a hater!”

“Bitch I will throw off the top of the Empire State Building! Don't fuck with me!”

“Okay break it up you two. Can we get back to eating now?” Chutney asked.

“Yeah yeah. Besides, I got news for y'all.”

Shanelle gave the girls a rundown of meeting the Prince the day before.

“HE DID WHAT?!” Chutney shouted.

“Yup. Walked right into my momma’s house and demanded to see me.” Shanelle replied.

“Bitch you lying!” Robin told her.

“Nope. He stood in the middle of her living room floor and said he was not leaving.”

“Holy shit!” Dee quipped.

“Where were you?” Robin asked.

“Knowing her she was probably sleeping,” Nina answered.

Shanelle sucked her teeth at Nina before throwing a fortune cookie at her.

“You know she's right, Nelle.” Bronwyn said.

“Shouldn't you be operating on a puppy or something?”

“Wait! Is he here?” Aly asked.

The girls looked towards the hallway and Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“No, he's not here. He's at the Cordonian Embassy, Something about not telling his dad he was coming to town.”

“So what does he look like Nelle?” Bron asks.

Shanelle groaned.

“Here we go…”

“He's short, isn't he?” Chut asks.

“Is he ugly?” Rob asks.

“Maybe he has a voice that sounds like Michael Jackson’s!” Aly says.

“Nina, what do you think?” Dee asks.

“She laid eyes on him and fell in love. What else?” Nina deadpanned.

“I did not!”

“Okay fine. You didn't fall in love with him the minute you saw him. But you do want him to fuck your brains out. Is that better?”

“Ooh!” the girls say in unison before looking at Shanelle who stabs at her food.

“Ugh! I need a new set of friends. Y’all suck.”

“Love you!” the girls say.

“So is Nina right?” Dee asks.

“…not exactly," Shanelle mutters into her food.

“Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?” Chut asks.

“It means she's been dickamitized.” Bron says.

Shanelle glared daggers at her.

“Scuse me?! You have no room to talk about ANYBODY being dickamitized. Because if Lo walked through that door right fucking now, there’d be a puddle at your damn feet.” Shanelle snapped back at her.

“I–“

“Shut it Lenny Williams!”

“Be nice Nelle. It’s not every day that you crush on your patient.” Rob teased.

Bron groans.

“Rob…not you too.”

“Never mind the fact that said patient is your friend’s baby brother…” Shanelle adds.

“Okay damn I get it!”

“So what is he like?” Aly asks.

“Bossy as hell.” Shanelle replied.

“What?!” the girls said in feigned shock.

“Imagine that. The Princess met someone bossier than her.” Nina teased.

The girls cackled collectively.

“Shut up before I have you hoes thrown outta here.” Shanelle hissed.

“You love us too much to do that.” Nina says.

“I have my limits. Thank you very much.”

“Except for when it comes to a certain Crown Prince of Cordonia.” Dee quipped.

“I will call Zig!”

“That's not a threat. Also, please call him. I wouldn't mind seeing him.” Rob adds.

“Justice for Dino! He deserves better!”

A fit of cackling broke out amongst the girls.

“You never did answer the question Nelle.” Chut says.

“What question?”

“What does he look like?” The girls ask in unison.

“Stop yelling at me!” Shanelle replies.

“Don’t want us to yell at you, answer the question.” Nina says.

“Ugh! Fine!”

Shanelle pulls out her phone and pulls up a picture of the Prince. The girls look impressed.

“Not bad Princess.”

“Are those real diamonds he’s wearing?”

“I wonder if he owns a dungeon.”

“He looks official.”

“So serious.”

“He doesn’t look so bad.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Y’all done?”

The girls cut their eyes at Shanelle.

“Well, now y’all heifers know what he looks like.”

“So what's the problem, Nelle?” Dee asks.

“The problem is I have to marry a man I barely even know,” Shanelle replies.

“You don't have to marry him, Shanelle,” Nina says to her best friend.

“My dear sweet Keane Klown, have you not met my father?” Shanelle asks.

“Why are you still calling me that after all these years?”

“Because your last name is Keane and you, your two goofy ass brothers and your cousin are all a bunch of clowns. That's why.”

Nina rolled her eyes.

“He wouldn't actually make you go through with it, would he?” Aly asks.

“According to the treaty he signed, he has to and if he doesn't, his brother and the Prince’s father can force me to. So once again, I don't have a choice.”

Hearing the dejection in her voice, Bron and Rob wrap Shanelle in a hug.

“Maybe it won't be so bad?” Chut asks.

“I can only pray it won't be," Shanelle replies.

“You get the chance to be an actual future Queen. And we get the chance to say that we're best friends with one.” Dee says.

“No no. You girls will just be regular friends with a future Queen. While I am the best friend of a future Queen.” Nina corrects her.

Shanelle cackled while the rest of the girls groaned.

“Put that ego away Nina, you gonna hurt someone!” Chut tells her cousin.

“Oh, you’re so jealous!”

“I still don't know how I wound up knowing and getting stuck with you two clowns but here we are.” Shanelle piped up.

The girls dissolved into laughter. This is what Shanelle needed.

“I don’t know where I'd be without you girls.”

“We love you!” the girls say in unison.

“Oh shut the fuck up! Y'all don't love me! You hoes just love that I feed you.”

“There's a difference?” Dee asks.

This caused the girls to laugh. The girls spend the rest of the night giggling, gossiping, and enjoying each other's company.

The next night Shanelle was sitting on her bed in her robe finishing up the newest Press Release for her father's office when there was a knock at her door.

“It's open," she called out without looking up from her laptop.

The Prince walks in.

“My my. Don't you look official? And drop-dead gorgeous. Is that robe new?”

Shanelle rolled her eyes before glancing up.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

The Prince sat down next to her on her bed. Letting his eyes slowly trace her body.

“Well, that's rude. Is that any way to speak to your husband?” he asks.

Shanelle closed her laptop and then looked down at her left hand.

“Gee…that's funny, Your Highness. I don't see a ring on my finger.”

He tilted her chin up.

“Always look at me when you speak to me, Shanelle.”

She pulled away from him.

“I'm not one of your subjects. I don't have to do a goddamn thing you say.”

He smirked at her before tucking a few stray hairs behind her left ear.

“Of course not beautiful. You’re so much more than that. You will always be more than that.”

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were staying at the Embassy.”

“I was. Hell, I was about to have you sent for.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Just what I said, I was going to have you sent for. Instead, your father insisted that I stay here with you while your mother is in Martha’s Vineyard for a teacher's retreat and conference and he takes care of official business in Cordonia. He assured me that you were quite the hostess Princess," he replied nonchalantly.

“Yup. I am not marrying you. I don’t care what that treaty says.” she hissed.

“There it is. There's that fire. That sweet venom from a beautiful and vicious viper. It's all I've thought about since I met you the other day.”

“Careful, Your Highness. I bite.”

“Bite me all you like, Princess.”

“Ugh! You're infuriating!”

He covered her left hand with his. His touch was warm and electric.

“Infuriating or enticing?” he asks her.

“You have nothing that I want.”

He smirked before leaning in to whisper.

“The goosebumps on your skin say otherwise.”

She just glared at him.

“Your silence is all I need to know.”

“Your Highness…get out of my room.” she hissed at him.

“Marquise.”

“What?”

“My name is Marquise, love.”

“Why do I care what your name is?”

“Because it's about time you learned it.”

“Again, why do I care?”

He stood up then pulled her to her feet.

“Because you'll be screaming it. That's why.”

She scoffed.

“So that's the game we're playing?”

He cocked his head to the side.

“It's okay to say that you like it, Princess.”

“You don't know shit about me.”

“That's where you’re wrong. I know more about you than you think.”

“Like what?”

“I know about the butterfly and stars tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the Scorpion tattoo on the back of your right shoulder, and the dragon tramp stamp that you got just to piss your father off. I know your favorite color is purple. I know you’re terrified of heights, flying, snakes, and spiders. I know you have a temper. I know you took pole dancing lessons and your legs are…quite flexible. I know you've made a name for yourself on the kink scene when you went to school in Boston and when you worked in D.C. As a matter of fact you are one of the D.C. Headhunter's finest trainees. Rowan says hi by the way. I know you’re ticklish and hate to be tickled. I know you are a classically trained ballet dancer and choral singer. I know you believe strongly in education and healthcare. Did I miss anything?”

He brought the wrist of her left hand to his lips and grazed it softly with his teeth before kissing it.

“I would be a terrible husband if I didn't know anything about you.”

She couldn't believe it, she was stuck.

“Cat got your tongue love?”

That snapped her out of whatever trance she was in.

“That's called stalking, Your Highness.”

She watched his eyelid twitch.

“Something wrong…Marquise?”

“Nope.”

She arched an eyebrow at him.

“Liar. I saw your eyelid twitch.”

He shrugged.

“Fine. I'm not one who likes to repeat himself.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Your Highness?”

“Never love. Contrary to what you think about me, I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to elevate you.”

“Elevate me to what?”

Rather than answer her, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a Cartier ring box.

“My Wife. What else?”

Shanelle just stared at the ring box in his hand.

“Princess?”

Shanelle blinked herself back to reality.

“I'm sorry. But are you…?”

She watched him get down on one knee.

“Yes, I am. So Shanelle Miller…will you marry me?”

Suddenly, the room felt small and it was hard for Shanelle to breathe.

“You're not serious.”

“Dead serious. Being King is my goal and you are the key to attaining that goal.”

“Why would I help you?”

He stood up and brought her face close to his.

“Because you believe in helping others. You are your mother's child. Service is what drives you. I can give you that, plus whatever else you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“I don't have a stutter, Princess. Nor do I stammer.”

“Fine then. Convince me.”

“Convince you?”

“Yes. If you want me to go along with all of this, then you have to convince me. Because so far I'm not impressed nor am I convinced you'd be the King that Cordonia needs.”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“You know there is something else I just remembered about you.”

“What is that?” Shanelle asks.

“I know that you only like the movie Dirty Dancing for one scene. And it has nothing to do with putting Baby in a corner or having the time of your life.”

“So you have been stalking me?”

He shrugged.

“You say stalking, I say doing my due diligence and research.”

“Yeah whatever. There’s a reason why you mentioned it.”

“You’re correct. I did mention it for a reason.”

“Okay fine I’ll bite. Why did you mention it?”

“You’re smart. That’s good. I want you to dance with me.”

“Dance with you?”

“That’s what I said.”

“No. I don’t want to do that.”

The Prince arched an eyebrow at her.

“Did you just tell me no?”

“I sure did. And since you’re a Prince, you have to convince me to dance with you.”

“Very well.”

He instantly changed his posture and then held his hand out.

“May I have this dance Princess?”

“Seriously?”

“Answer the question Shanelle.”

She looked at him before putting her laptop on her nightstand and slipping her hand in his.

“See? Now that wasn't so hard was it, love?”

“Go fuck yourself.” she hissed.

“Don't worry, you'll be doing that soon enough.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. What are we dancing to?”

“Cry To Me by Solomon Burke.”

“You want to dance to that?”

“Yes. After all, it's from your favorite scene in Dirty Dancing. Now, do you know the Cordonian Waltz?”

“You want to do the Cordonian Waltz to Cry To Me?”

“Humor me.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“Are you ready?”

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Aren't you charming?”

They soon began a simple box that turned into an awkward Cordonian Waltz around her room.

“You’re very stiff, Princess.”

“Gee I wonder why.”

He let out an aggravated sigh before pausing the song.

“Stopping so soon, Your Highness?”

“Yes. I prefer my dance partners to be alive, not statues.”

“Then go dance with one of my guards.”

“My guards, Princess.” he corrected her.

“No, they're MY guards. They answer to me.”

“No, they answer to me. Yours were sent with your parents. Why do you think you’ve been able to get any work done without someone knocking on your door to pester you?”

She stared at him like he had lost his mind.

“You sent my guards away?”

“No, I sent them on assignment with your parents while they're in Martha's Vineyard. They're good but I prefer my own personal guards to your father's.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I believe we've been over this, love. I'm your husband.”

“And I believe that I told you we aren't getting married.”

She watched his eyelid twitch again before he regained his composure.

“You need to loosen up, Princess.”

“And you need to go back to Cordonia or whatever the hell it is that you came from.”

“The only way I go back is with you going with me.”

“Then I guess we're at a stalemate…Your Highness.”

She felt his left hand tighten slightly on the small of her back. Sending a delicious shiver running down her spine.

“Okay how about this, I lead and you follow?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“You aren't known for giving up so why should I?”

“…fine. But only one dance!”

“That's all I'm asking for, Princess.”

She let out a breath then squared her shoulders.

“Okay, Your Highness. Lead off.”

He pressed play and off they went. Waltzing around her room.

“You’re still stiff Shanelle. Relax your shoulders a bit.”

Even though she didn't want to, she relaxed her shoulders.

“Good. The more relaxed you are, the better your steps will be.”

“I know how to do the Cordonian Waltz, thank you very much.”

“I can't tell. You normally dance so gracefully. Which is why I can't understand why you’re choosing to dance like a blundering rhino.”

“I am not!”

“Prove it.”

He smirked when she sucked her teeth.

“Get ready.”

She barely looked up at him before he dipped her low.

“You missed your cue.”

“I didn't miss my cue. That wasn't my cue to begin with.”

He leaned in his warm breath ghosting over her right ear.

“I lead and you follow, remember?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“So if I say you missed your cue then you missed your cue. So let's try this again.”

“…fine.”

They reset and started dancing again. She was ready, only he didn't dip her this time. He spun her out and then back into his arms again. Her back was to his chest, her left hand was in his, his right hand rested on top of her right hip, and his chin rested on her right shoulder with his left cheek against her right cheek. Something about being this close to him felt intimate. She tried and failed not to get lost in the feeling. They stayed in that position until he spun her out and back again.

“I don't remember any of that being part of the Cordonian Waltz.”

“I lead. You follow. Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Someone could say you have an ulterior motive for this dance.”

“So what if I do?”

Before she could answer, he dipped her again this time she remembered the cue.

“Very good. You managed not to miss your cue.”

The more they danced together, the more comfortable she started to feel around him.

“Well, this is an improvement.”

“What is?”

“When we started I was so sure that you would've punched me by now.”

“Who said that still won't happen?”

“Such a violent woman.”

“Viper, remember?”

“Touché.”

When he looked at her she had a puzzled look on her face.

“What is it?”

“Aren't you hot in that jacket?”

“Concerned for me? I'm touched.”

“I'm sorry I even bothered to ask.”

“To answer your question, no I'm not. I've gotten used to wearing it during dances like this.”

She shrugged.

“It just looks so stuffy and I feel like I'm suffocating just looking at it.”

“If it'll make you feel better I'll take it off.”

“Please do. I'm sweating just looking at it. And while you’re at it, have some A/C built into that thing.”

Marquise rolled his eyes before tossing his jacket onto her bed. She got a good look at how his shirt fit the muscles of his arms.

“Better?”

“Yes actually. You don't look like that much of a dick anymore.”

He gave her a tight smile.

“Your charm precedes you.”

“Glad you like it, Your Highness.”

“Shall we reset?”

“Sure, just one question.”

“What is it?”

“How long are we gonna keep doing this?”

“As long as it takes.”

Shanelle groaned.

“The sooner you accept that we are meant to be together, the sooner we can stop.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes before they started again. As they danced, she caught the scent of his cologne.

“That's a nice cologne you’re wearing.”

“I don’t know which is more shocking, the fact you noticed that I'm wearing cologne or the fact I just got a genuine compliment out of you.”

“Note to self: keep your mouth shut from now on.”

He chuckled low.

“Thank you, Princess. It's a custom scent from my mother's favorite perfume shop in Paris.”

“I've never been to Paris. I've always wanted to go.”

“It's beautiful. Especially at night from atop the Eiffel Tower.”

“Of course you've been there.”

“No need to be jealous, love. I'll take you one day.”

“That's a dangerous promise to make.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I might be tempted to make you take me.”

“Whenever you're ready, Princess,” he whispered in her ear.

He had her right where he wanted her and she knew it. Their movements soon became more intense and a lot more sensual.

“I don't remember the scene in the movie being like this.”

“Like what?”

“So intimate.”

“It wasn't. The scene in the movie was actually pretty tame in my opinion. Then again, I'm not Patrick Swayze and you aren't Jennifer Grey and I still have my shirt on so, there's that.”

She snorted.

“Point taken.”

He spun her out away from him then back again close to the doorframe.

“You can admit it now.”

“What?”

“That this wasn't as bad as you thought it would be," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that bloomed on her face.

“Fine. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But you’re still a jackass.”

“You just couldn't resist the dig could you?”

She shook her head no as she watched him softly kiss the inside of her right wrist.

“You don't give up do you, Your Highness?”

“Never. If I want it, then nothing on this earth will stop me from making it mine.”

That's when he took the chance and kissed her. It was a slow kiss that quickly heated up when he backed her up against the doorframe. With his left arm keeping her steady and pressed tightly against him, he locked her door with his right. Hearing the door lock caused her to break the kiss.

“Did you just lock my door?”

“I don't want nor do I need an audience for what I'm about to do.”

“Okay I'll bite, what are you about to do?”

“You.”

Before she could respond, he slid his right hand into her hair so he could bring her lips to his. The force of the kiss made her want more. She began to crave him in any way she could get him. When their kiss broke both were breathless.

“Don't be so shocked, Princess.”

“I'm not shocked by the kiss. I'm shocked it took you so long. I figured you would've done that 20 minutes ago.”

“A gentleman always waits on a lady.”

“You're a gentleman huh? And here I thought you were a Prince.”

He snorted.

“Smartass.”

She shrugged innocently.

“Better to be a smartass than it is to be a dumb one.”

“Oh you’re good.”

“Except for when I'm bad.”

“Well, let's see how bad you can be.”

With a low growl, he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and slid his tongue into her mouth. They stumbled from the doorway back to her bed. Desperately grabbing at each other like they couldn't get close enough. Hastily taking each other's clothes off. Not wanting anything much less the fabric to stand in the way.

“You are so damn beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself for a pompous stuck-up brat.”

He snickered.

“You are impossible, you know that right?”

“You get what your daddy bargained for.”

“You can stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Downplaying yourself. You aren't a bargain. You are the rarest diamond on God's Green Earth. And you’re all mine.”

“What part of I'm not your property did you not understand?”

“You know what I meant, Princess.”

“Yeah yeah. Less talking. More of whatever we were doing before.”

He smirks before pinning her wrists above her head with his left hand.

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess so.”

“That's not an answer, Shanelle.”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good. Don't move until I tell you to and always keep your eyes on me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He hooked his right hand behind her neck and brought her lips to his. He kissed her slowly, wanting to slowly savor the taste of her mouth. Teasing her tongue with his. As they kissed he slowly dragged his left hand along the left side of her body, leaving goosebumps along her skin. He went from kissing her to nicking the base of her neck with his teeth. He felt her body shift slightly under him, causing him to press her wrists into the pillows in a warning. He trailed featherlight kisses from her sternum to the spot between her breasts. He listened to her breathing quicken as he paid special attention to each of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell every time his mouth made contact with her skin.

“Please…” she breathed out.

She watched him put a finger to his lips.

“Soon.”

His method was complete madness to her, but she loved it just the same. He was slow, methodical, and attentive to the softest most sensitive spots in her midsection. She shivered as he dragged his tongue along her stomach. Her moans were soft and impatient, she wanted more but had to wait for him. She started to close her eyes and lose herself in the sensation, but he couldn't have that. Not yet.

“Eyes on me, Shanelle.”

“I can't wait much longer,” she whined.

“Very well, I guess you have been patient enough, love.”

He kissed his way down the inside of her right thigh while massaging the inside of her left thigh. The heat between her legs radiated as he got closer to her center. She loved feeling his lips on her thighs. He took his left thumb and rubbed her throbbing clit. When she shivered and her eyes closed, he spread her legs wide and went for it. She gasped when his tongue made contact with her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” she shrieked.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him feast on her. He was relentless as he ate her out. He nearly swallowed her clit before dipping his tongue inside her warm entrance. She didn’t want him to stop or move. He was a beast at making sure she was thoroughly satisfied. He snaked his left hand up her stomach to keep her still. Shanelle had nowhere to go. She was at his mercy. Her strangled moans, shrieks and other sounds she made only intensified his hunger for her.

He switched from tasting her entrance to nursing her clit, which made her toes curl. He alternated between swirling his tongue around her clit and nearly sucking her soul out of it. With his right hand, he slipped two fingers into her and finger fucked her. The stimulation caused her to scream while white knuckling her bed sheets.

“JUST LIKE THAT! THAT’S IT! MAKE ME CUM!” She screamed.

Her body, especially her legs began shaking as she struggled to hang on. She was close and he knew it. He plunged his tongue inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb and sent her over the edge into sweet oblivion. Her eyes rolled back, her legs spasmed and her jaw went slack as she let out a silent scream and flooded his mouth with her juices. When he let her go, she was gasping for air and trembling.

“Well…that was delightful. Shall we go again Princess?”

“You…are…a…fucking…demon!” she sneered at him while trying to catch her breath.

“Happy to be of service.”

He kissed her again, savoring the feeling and taste of her mouth on his. She felt his hands grip her highs tightly. He kneaded circles with his thumbs on the soft skin. He slowly moved his right hand further between her legs. She shivered when his fingers ran along her wet folds.

“Tell me Princess…how bad do you want it?” He whispered in her ear.

“I crave it!”

“The things I am going to fucking do to you!” He hissed.

As he said that, he grabbed the condom from his pocket, then used his body to pin her down before he lined himself up with her entrance. He circled the tip around it before sliding inside her. She moaned softly when she felt him sink inside her. He started out slow. Giving her time to adjust to him.

“Goddamn, you are so wet!” He hissed.

He braced himself with one hand on her hip and the other on the headboard as he started to really move against her. Hearing her moan was all the motivation and permission he needed. Once Marquise found his rhythm it was on from there. It didn't take long for her bedroom to soon dissolve into their combined moans, groans, and the sounds their bodies made as they fucked.

“That’s it! Take it! Take this dick!” He growled as pounded her.

“Make me cum! Give me more! Give it to me!" She begged as he fucked her harder.

“That's it! Beg for it! I want to hear you beg me to fuck you!" he replied before tightening the grip he had on her hip.

She felt amazing around him. The way she took him deep drove him crazy. He wanted her that bad and the more he gave it to her, the more she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back.

“That's it, Princess. Show me that you want it!” he hissed in her ear.

Her moans were filled with lust and desperation. She wanted him to make her forget where she was at that moment. All she wanted was to feel him deep inside her.

“Marquise! I need it! I need you! Don't hold back! Give it to me! Give me all of you!” She begged.

“Say it! Say you want it! Tell me that you want me to fuck you!” he growled.

“I want it! I want you! Please don't stop! Fuck me!”

Hearing her unravel was pushing him closer towards the edge. He gathered her up in his arms as he rolled into his back. He wanted her on top. He wanted to see her face as she fell apart. He made sure he had his hands full of her ass. It was almost like he couldn't get enough of her.

“Who knew the Princess was such a whore?”

“Fuck you!” she hissed.

“That's what we're doing love.” he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“You have no idea the kind of power you have over a man like me, do you?”

“Nope. At least not until all this started but I’m starting to really enjoy it.”

“You should. You have the power to bring the world to its knees, Shanelle. All you have to do is unlock it and don't look back.”

“You talk too much.”

“You did tell me to convince you.”

“This is you convincing me?”

“I mean you are in my arms completely naked, Princess. But to answer your question, no. This is not me convincing you.” he said before bringing their lips together for a hungry and rough kiss. “This is…”

He trailed off as shifted his position slightly and then brought her down hard onto him. He filled her up completely, stealing her voice.

“You feel so fucking good! Just the way I want you to be! So goddamn tight! So wet! Take it! Take me!” He said to her.

He loved watching her lose control as he took her. She was his and he was determined to make sure she knew it.

“Look at me Shanelle!” he demanded as he forced her to look at him, “I want you to know that you belong to me! Do you hear me? Your body and your heart belong to me! Do you understand? You! Are! MINE!” He growled.

He would pull her off of him just to slam her back down. Driving her insane. His lust and need for her were insatiable. He couldn't be close enough to her. He loved feeling her claw his chest as she rode him. Her moans, gasps, mewls, and any other sound she made drove his hunger for her higher. Every stroke sent her orgasm soaring higher. She was discovering that she loved this side of him. It was raw, pure and dominant. He took control and filled the void in her life that she had desperately tried to fill. When he hit her G-Spot she damn near lost her mind.

“YES! FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT! FUCKING! THERE! TAKE ME! MAKE ME YOURS!” She screamed as she continued to shred his sweat soaked chest with her nails. She was teetering on her edge and soon he would be at his as well.

“That's it! Scream my name! Let it drip from those pretty lips!”

He pulled out of her leaving just the tip in, because he wanted to see her face.

“No! No! No!” She cried out in protest.

“Look at me, Shanelle.”

“Please don’t do this! Not now! Not when I’m so close!” She whined.

“LOOK! AT! ME!” He demanded.

When she looked into his eyes, all she saw was lust and power.

“I want you to look at me as you cum all over me. I want to see the desperation on your face and the wanton need in those beautiful eyes. Do you hear me? Do not break eye contact!”

He kissed her deeply and passionately, before he brought her down on his dick one last time then lost himself inside her. He watched her arch her back and felt her nails dig into his chest drawing blood as she screamed and flooded his dick. Their combined orgasms all but sealed the night for them. As they came down from the beautiful delirium he cradled her close to his chest. Stroking her back he asked her a simple question.

“Convinced yet?”

She didn’t have the strength to answer him and just pinched him.

“Ow!”

She smiled softly before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning when Shanelle woke up and looked around her room as she tried to piece last night together. It wasn’t until she looked over and saw him laying next to her that it hit her.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! I didn't! I didn't! I! Didn't!”

“You did,” Marquise said with a yawn and stretch, “good morning gorgeous. Last night was fun.”

“I did not sleep with you.”

He arched an eyebrow as he sat up.

“The scratches you left on my chest and my back say otherwise.”

Shanelle wanted to die at the moment.

“Oh! And you were stone cold sober so no use in saying you were drunk to deny what we did last night.”

“What the hell was I thinking?!”

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“You can stop being so damn overdramatic now.”

“Get out of my room!” she hissed.

“I'm not leaving our room.”

“This is MY room! You are in the guest room down the hall.”

That's when he grabbed her chin and looked her dead in the eye.

“My wife is in this room and so am I. So once again, I'm not leaving OUR room.”

“I am NOT your wife!”

Marquise ran a frustrated hand down his face.

“Just when I thought we were making progress.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Your Highness.”

“You know I would hate for you to learn the phrase 'what's yours is mine’ the hard way.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Never love. But you’re gonna have to accept the fact that we are stuck together. Whether we want to be or not. So you might as well get used to it.”

Shanelle scoffed.

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

“And now that we have that settled, breakfast is in 45 so go get in the shower.”

“What makes you think you can order me around?!”

“Don't you ever forget your station, Princess! You are beautiful. Very beautiful and one of the smartest women I have ever met. But your station and its rank are STILL WELL BELOW mine. And your consequence is also your father’s consequence. Never forget that.”

Shanelle seethed.

“So what I say goes. Do I make myself clear?”

“Go to hell!” she hissed.

“Don't make me repeat myself, Shanelle.”

Shanelle let out an explosive breath.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now go get in the shower. I'll see you in a few.”

He watched her throw on her robe then stomp off to her ensuite. He laid back down when he heard the water turn on. He was so close to his goal, nothing was going to stand in his way. Not even her stubbornness to admit that this is what she truly wants.

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