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7 Tips for Overcoming Feelings of Inadequacy

1. Remind yourself that you are not who other people think or say you are.

2. Remind yourself that everybody makes mistakes at times, has areas of weakness, and things they want to change.

3. Remind yourself of ways in which you’ve grown and changed with time. You’re not who you once were - so celebrate how far you’ve come.

4. Also, the ending isn’t written and the future isn’t fixed. You’re free to change your image, and an old identity.

5. Identify the lies you have believed about yourself – and work on changing them so they’re more accurate and true. Also, don’t reinforce those lies by acting like you think they’re true.

6. Remember that your feelings are not the same as facts. Don’t live based on your feelings … as that will keep you trapped.

7. Hang out with those who see, and who appreciate, your worth. And take their words to heart, and let them help to build you up.

The Narrow Gate (Part 3)

Summary: Father Barnes and [Y/N] have a tendency to let tension build, to leave words unspoken, and to harbor unresolved feelings.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader

Words:  1716

Warnings: Just your good ole’ priest kink. 

A/N: Must be awkward having sexual feelings towards such a sexy priest? And if he returns them… gosh. Hashtag conflicted. Read part 2 or see my Masterlist.

Originally posted by marshthemallows

Chapter 3: A Broken Wing

Matthew 26:41 “Watch and pray so that you will not enter into temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the body is weak.”

The ventilator in her small office was giving [Y/N] a headache. The way that thing droned on endlessly, moving from side to side, and barely provided her with any cold comfort in this scorching heat, made her uneventful work life at the local school even more unbearable. She supposed she should be happy. Her former favorite teacher, Mrs. Pratt, had recommended her for this job. What else was there for her without a proper college degree? Waitressing? In this heat? Now that would have been unbearable. [Y/N] put her hair up in a messy bun, walked to the teacher’s lounge and grabbed her small lunch box from the refrigerator, and walked outside. Hopefully there would be a bit of a cooling wind out in the shades.

“Father Barnes? What are you doing here?” She asked after she closed the door, and walked towards him in the schoolyard. He looked handsome as ever, always clad in his dark clothes, even in this heat, and the clerical collar never let her forget how off-limits he was.

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More Raven!Neil! This is coming on in in bits and pieces, but sooner or later I’ll have a complete chapter which means I’ll HAVE to start writing the thing properly.

Andrew POV for now (probably because most of H4 is Andrew POV).


Andrew thought it had been tiring enough, dealing with Kevin back in June when he’d discovered Riko’s little stunt with the district switch and everything, with the Foxes finding out that they’d be facing the Ravens on the court that season. Dealing with the coward swinging back and forth between ‘we’re not good enough’ and fighting with the rest of the rejects as he struggled to make the Foxes into some sort of team ‘worthy’ of their Class I Exy status – fighting literally with Boyd and Gordon most days, to the point that Andrew was getting rather annoyed with having to remind those two morons about his ‘don’t touch’ rule.

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#93 Pt. 2 | A Tom Holland Imagine

# 93 Pt. 1

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,222
Disclaimer: enjoy part 2! @gold3ncurls

Thomas was at the stables, combing the dirt off of your favorite stallion. He was a mutt, and bought in an auction, but he was one of the most wildly beautiful things you had ever seen. All white save for the spots on its’ hind so dark that they almost looked like nothing. They looked like the space behind your eyelids just before the light hits you. Thomas looked beautiful. His hair was extra curly on account of the humidity swirling in the air; by the way everything smelled, it was obvious to you that it was about to rain. He helped the horse back into the stall and dumped out the bucket he had used to clean one of the others.

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Don’t Come Back || luke hemmings || calum hood

Here’s an angsty one shot that basically wrote itself . It just sat in my head until it was written, so here ya go.

You stared at Luke’s back, you saw a lot of it these days.

You memorized that way it looked when he slipped on a tshirt versus a button down, his black skinnies versus the black athletic shorts.

You knew the way it looked when he pulled the door shut behind him as well.

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7 Tips for Overcoming Feelings of Inadequacy

1. Remind yourself that you are not who other people think or say you are.

2. Remind yourself that everybody makes mistakes at times, has areas of weakness, and things they want to change.

3. Remind yourself of ways in which you’ve grown and changed with time. You’re not who you once were - so celebrate how far you’ve come.

4. Also, the ending isn’t written and the future isn’t fixed. You’re free to change your image, and an old identity.

5. Identify the lies you have believed about yourself – and work on changing them so they’re more accurate and true. Also, don’t reinforce those lies by acting like you think they’re true.

6. Remember that your feelings are not the same as facts. Don’t live based on your feelings … as that will keep you trapped.

7. Hang out with those who see, and who appreciate, your worth. And take their words to heart, and let them help to build you up.

The Patronus of Credence Barebone

So can we talk about Credence’s patronus in a world where he ends up somewhere safe after the events of the first movie? Because I’m personally torn between two directions, myself.

Because originally I was struck by the thought of a Whale Shark. This great fish, all its spots alight, just silently and peacefully chasing off the darkness - a gentle giant, just like Credence.

But then…

Credence is lost in a dark wood. Newt had been with him, but he’d lost track of his friend, his rescuer, his mentor. They were trying to locate a herd of Unicorns that had somehow ended up in a remote area of Ireland where the veil between their world and the Nevernever ran thin, and relocate them lest darker creatures prey from them - whether for food or their more unique magical properties.

Newt had run off, thinking he saw a glint of white in the darkness, and just like that, Credence was alone. It’s dangerous to be alone in these woods, he knows, and while he worries for himself - he mostly worries for Newt; and being abandoned. Worried that the whole mission was just one great plot to get him alone and leave him, a dark creature left to be lost in the dark wood. 

His heart plummeted. He’d never get out, he’d never find Newt - he felt darkness pulling from the dark seams of his coat, pulling the threads apart into particles that waved agitatedly around him. Which only made matters worse. Credence felt his breath fall short. He couldn’t get enough in or enough out. He couldn’t breathe.

And then he heard him - a sharp call in the darkness, anchoring him down.

“Credence!” Newt called. “Credence, quickly!”

Credence had never run so quickly in his life. Long legs pulled him through the wood - dark, gnarled trees passing him by in great blurs as his feet cut through the smog. 

“I’m coming!” He called back.

But Newt didn’t answer.

It only made Credence run faster. In the silence, his breath was deafening. He could hear just as much as feel the thick thump, thump, thump of blood in his veins; throbbing, aching, dismayed.

He stumbled into a clearing and staggered to a painful stop.

There, slumped and unconscious at the foot of an ancient looking Elder Tree, was Newt - paler than Credence had ever seen him. His hair looked flat and lifeless all of a sudden, his normally spunky curls lax and limp where they framed his face. And his eyes - blank and fluttering and confused. His chin was tucked to his chest, too heavy to lift, and his hands lay slack on the ground at either side of him - his wand long where it lay in his lax fingers.

“Newt!” Credence whimpered, eyes wide and unsure as he looked from the limp figure of his friend to the tall, imposing curtain of darkness that hovered over him. Newt had tried to warn him of the dangers of the forest before they entered. He had told him to be aware of the Sidhe and the Sluagh and the Banshee. 

And of them, he could remember Newt falling still at the table across from them - lit only by a candle, seemingly at war with himself.

“There is one more creature I must warn you of, Credence,” Newt had said, gaze long and far away. “It is unlikely that we will run into such a creature, but you should still know what to do if we do…”

Credence only needed one look to know they had run into the very thing that, of all the creatures Newt had listed, the magizoologist had worried most about. The tall, tattered cloak. The way it hovered, towering and dark. The long, gnarled fingers - pale and dead - that reached out from the darkness of its sleeves. The small trail of light slowly slipping from Newt’s slack mouth and the harsh, whispering suck of the creature stealing him away.

A Dementor.

“You’ll need to think of something happy. Something that makes you light up here,” Newt had said, pointing to his own chest. “And you’ll need to focus on that feeling, Credence. Let it build until that feeling might explode, and then say the words ‘Expecto Patronum’.”

“I don’t know if I can…” Credence remembered whimpering, afraid to let Newt down. Afraid to try.

Newt took his hand and smiled.

“So long as you still breathe, there is hope,” he said, eyes impossibly warm - impossibly trusting. “I have faith in you.”

Credence closed his eyes, heart pounding, and tried to ignore the way his heart thundered painfully in his chest. He thought of Newt’s smile. Of the first time he successfully performed magic. He thought of warm tea in a mug between his hands and the feeling of the Mooncalves laying on his knees. He thought of the Niffler bringing him little gifts when it realized he had nothing of worth for it to steal and he thought of Pickett bringing him little buttercups when he felt sad.

And the more little things he thought of, the more big things came to mind. Waking up in the safety of Newt’s case. The sound of Newt cheerfully whistling early in the morning as he fed his creatures. The first time one of the more restless creatures trusted him enough to let Credence touch it. The first time he watched a creature be released into its natural habitat. The happy smile on Newt’s face as it disappeared. The tears he couldn’t hide at saying goodbye.

The first time he woke up and realized he would never be struck by a belt again.

The words bellow from his chest with a fierceness he hadn’t realized was building.

Expecto Patronum,” he called, his wand lashing out in a way that reminded him of Mr. Graves’ rage. And from its tip, light burst out like a broken hydrant, and from it - 

Credence stilled, in awe as a huge creature sprung to life from the force of his memories. It charged across the space between them, its trunk raised and raging as it let out a warning call into the darkness. Credence could feel the bass of it rumble up the soles of his feet and thunder in the cavity of his chest.

It slammed into the Dementor before it could even turn to regard it, its huge tusks thrusting it off into the darkness with a fierceness that left Credence speechless. 

And once the Dementor was gone - nothing but a shrinking dark smear in the night sky - Credence turned to catch the gaze of his Patronus.

An Elephant stared back at him, standing all the while above Newt like it could protect him from the world. They say Elephants have excellent memory. And in its eyes, Credence saw all the moments that made him who he was. The weight of the belt in Mary Lou’s hands. Modesty’s smile when he snuck her a snack from the market. Graves’ - no, Grindelwald’s - hand at the back of his neck. Newt’s gentle patience. 

The Elephant’s gaze felt impossibly old, and Credence was so lost in it he hadn’t even realized he had been approaching the huge creature until he was right in front of it.

It’s large ears twitched gently and it dug patiently at the dirt as it watched him, and once he was close enough, the Elephant took the final step to close the space between them. He felt his Patronus’ trunk slide around him and bring him close.

And Credence smiled.

“Thank you,” he said, one hand up to stroke the brilliant light that formed its trunk. And with one last trumpeting call, his Patronus disappeared - leaving him face to face with a smiling but exhausted Newt Scamander.

Credence rushed to him in an instant and fell to his knees, hands shaking where they hovered over his friend - unsure of where to start. 

He stilled, eyes wide, when Newt merely brought a trembling hand up and clutched Credence’s shoulder - eyes wet and proud.

“I knew you could do it, Credence.”

Credence smiled and filed away the memory for the next time he’d need his Patronus.

saltyauntsuga  asked:

I disagree with that last anon. let's build each other up, not tear each other down. don't be humble. why are women taught to act like it's not okay to be confident or love our looks??? you look beautiful and you should be proud to say "i'm beautiful". please, anon, find your self-love, too.

oh…. “let’s build each other up, not tear each other down” words to live by tbh i’m going to think about this a lot now haha thank you bels 

anonymous asked:

Carol teasing Daryl for the first time but he thinks she is actually making fun of him. prompt.

As promised! A season 2/3 prompt!

The first time it happened was after the farm.

The winter was cold and relentless and although the loss of Sophia lay heavy in her heart, she was getting better, stronger. Even if she didn’t feel it in herself Daryl could see it, the way she carried herself now, wasn’t like before. No longer scared of h er own shadow, fear constantly masked behind her eyes. Since that deadbeat husband of hers was now six feet under she had an air of confidence about her, her eyes no longer afraid to meet his, her tongue not so caught in her mouth. Although he could say this about her he certainly couldn’t say the same for himself. He could barely keep her eye for more than a second and his words never came out how he wanted them too, still too abrupt, still too aggressive at times.

It didn’t stop her trying to talk to him though, didn’t stop her acting like his shadow, making sure he felt worth something, wanted. He appreciated it but he didn’t deserve it. Still, he wanted her to know he appreciated it, that her efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed. 

It was that night that frost began to glaze the ground making it almost unbearably cold. Most huddled around Lori near the fire, trying to keep her core body temperature high enough so not to effect the baby. Daryl didn’t think much of the woman to be honest, who was stupid enough to get pregnant in the apocalypse anyway? 

He slept on the ground away from them, he didn’t need no body heat, he was like a damn furnace half the time anyway. This was one of the few times Carol would give him space. She knew he could deal with her loitering most the time but he probably wouldn’t stand for her snuggling up to him at night. This evening though happened to be exceptionally cold and being on watch till the dead of night had sent her into a state that almost felt like hypothermia. 

When Rick finally relieved her of her watch Daryl was still awake, listening to the continuous chattering of her teeth and practically rattling bones. Good lord. He rolled over to watch her settle onto the outside of the penguin like huddle the rest of the group had created, shivering profusely as she curled into a tight ball against the back of Maggie’s sleeping bag.

After about a minute of watching and her shaking becoming no less he gave a small sigh.

“Psst,” he hissed catching her attention. 

She lifted her head to look at him, her face drained of color, her lips tinted every so slightly blue.

“C’mere,” he said simply, unzipping his sleeping bag, ushering her to come in.

She stood without hesitation, hurriedly slipping into the warmth he had to offer. She let out an involuntary groan of satisfaction from the heat that enveloped her as he zipped the bag back up. Despite wanting more heat she didn’t reach out to touch him, not knowing if it would be too much.

“Ya can touch me y’know,” he murmured stiffly.

A smile played on her lips, “very forward of you, maybe I was just letting the tension build.”

Daryl almost recoiled at her words, that’s not what he- she was smiling…he was just some joke to her, of course who’d ever want to touch him? Apparently that’s all he’s good for, being the brunt of a joke

“I’m goin’, enjoy the cold,” he said bluntly going to move out of the sleeping bag.

Before he could slide his way out she had hold of his bicep tightly, pulling him back in.

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” she explained apologetically, “I was just joking…and not about you, just with you.”

He felt the tension from his body release a bit at her words, he had no real reason to believe her but he did, she was good, far too good for him, that made her trustworthy.

“I’m sorry,” she offered when he said nothing in response.

“S’fine,” he replied pulling the bag over his shoulders.

“Am I still okay to touch you?” she asked quietly now, not wanting to upset him again.

“Uhuh,” he murmured back as he closed his eyes, bracing himself for her coldness.

Her arms slid lightly around his waist, her hands pressing into the slither of exposed skin between his shirt and trousers.

He let out a hiss at the contact getting a small sympathetic giggle from Carol.

“You want me to stop?” she questioned, her hands still in the same position.

“Naw don’t worry, fastest way to get warm is skin to skin contact,” he said as a shiver traveled through his spine.

Carol couldn’t help but smirk at that, her eyes closing as she rested her head against his chest, “don’t you go getting ideas now Dixon.”

Daryl snorted lightly knowing now that she was just teasing, “stop.”

I cannot write as much as I used to
Words hanging
Dangling at the edge of my lips
Waiting for an escape
Honey when did writing become something so exhausting to do
When did it become a chore
A job
A necessity
And not my passion
My drive
My tide
The current under my boat and the breeze where the wind sails me
Maybe it was
When we met under the stars and you kissed me hello
but goodbyes were your love bites
when you run your fingers through my hair
only to fill my head of you
and memories of you
when you put me into a pedestal
i forgot i deserve something great even once

I cannot write as i used to
Baby i want to feel your touch
like my pen on a piece of paper
trying to make sense of everything out of nothing
Tracing the sides carefully
Worry not to tear me apart
Love i want you to cradle me like a poem
you once read out loud
back on third grade
with your mind cloudy from your parents’ fight the night before
Dear i want to be the first book youve touched and hidden under your pillow because it was not Math,
but kisses and romance and everything you thought would build you
But did not
Dear let me be your words
For i will dance around your hands
Make you see that you are whole
and enough and worthy of every molecule of oxygen embracing your lungs

I cannot write as much as I used to
Because i remember you
Running towards truth.
And i cannot write as much as i used to
Can’t remember since when

—  retrouvailleset 
7 Tips for Overcoming Feelings of Inadequacy

1. Remind yourself that you are not who other people think or say you are.

2. Remind yourself that everybody makes mistakes at times, has areas of weakness, and things they want to change.

3. Remind yourself of ways in which you’ve grown and changed with time. You’re not who you once were - so celebrate how far you’ve come.

4. Also, the ending isn’t written and the future isn’t fixed. You’re free to change your image, and an old identity.

5. Identify the lies you have believed about yourself – and work on changing them so they’re more accurate and true. Also, don’t reinforce those lies by acting like you think they’re true.

6. Remember that your feelings are not the same as facts. Don’t live based on your feelings … as that will keep you trapped.

7. Hang out with those who see, and who appreciate, your worth. And take their words to heart, and let them help to build you up.

Companions React 2

Companions react to overworking Sole to the point of exhaustion.

Cait: “Fuck!” she yelled, retching loudly.  "Goddamn it!  Where the hell is that vault?!  It’s been three days and we still haven’t found it!“  She kicked the dirt furiously, stubbing her toes.  ”Fuck!  My insides feel like they’re on fire!  Ya promised you’d help me!  What the hell have ya been doin’?!  I marked the damn thing on your map!  So what gives?!“

"I’m sorry…” Sole stammered, agonized by her outburst.  "My Pip-boy can’t get a clear reading.  It’s hard to locate a vault, especially if there’s computer interference.  It causes static, sort of like an EMP that–“

"I don’t give a shit!” she screamed, punching a nearby tree and cracking the bark. “Just fix it!”

Sole sighed, her eyes heavy.  "I know it’s hard, but please try to be patient.  We’re in the right area, we just have to find it.  Can’t you take some addictol?  Just for now?  Just to settle your system?“

"Addictol?!  I told ya that shit doesn’t work on me!”

“Not long term, but it’ll last long enough to get you to the vault.  Please, Cait.  I just–”

“Ya don’t give a shit if I live or die, do ya?!”  She digs her nails into her skin, gritting her teeth.  "I knew it!  I’m just a burden to ya!“

"No. Please.  You don’t understand.  I–”

Sole stumbled, losing her footing and crashing to the ground.  Shocked by the sudden display, Cait rushed to her aid.  That’s when it hit her: Sole hadn’t slept or eaten since their journey began.  Cait was so high and hyped up on chems that she didn’t feel the effects of fatigue; nor did she notice Sole’s dedication, but now it was clear as day.  She hadn’t complained or taken a break even once. She was fully devoted to helping Cait, yet all she did was flare her rage and spit hurtful accusations.

“Damn.  I’m … I’m so sorry,” Cait moaned, reaching into her bag.  I’ll take the addictol.  You just rest now.“

"But … we’re so close,” Sole breathed, barely conscious.

“Stop it.  I ain’t dyin’, I’m just bein’ dramatic. You rest now.  We’ll find the vault in the mornin’.”

Curie (pre-synth): Curie wasn’t used to having so much freedom.  In truth, she wasn’t sure how to handle it.  Restless, eager to explore, she dragged Sole across the Commonwealth, studying everything in her path.  She bombarded her with questions, some of which Sole had difficultly answering. She could barely finish a thought before the rapt white robot dashed off in search of something new.  But when she hit her limit, Curie was quick to notice. She immediately set her down, strewing words of concern.

“Mon Dieu!  I am so sorry!” she wailed.  "I … I can’t believe I forgot how fragile the human body can be.  Moi! A nurse! Impardonnable!  Here, you must drink and rest.“

Sole giggled, taking the bottle of purified water.  "It’s all right, Curie.  You’re just excited.  I don’t blame you.”

“Still, I should have been more attentive to your needs.  Why did you not say something?”

“Honestly?  I didn’t want to spoil the moment.  You’re just the cutest thing when you’re happy.”

Curie shied away, her thruster blazing.  "J-je suis embarrassé!“

Sole laughed, lying back on the grass.  They’d continue their journey in the morning.

Piper:  Piper was desperate to expose McDonough. She’d do anything to uncover the truth, including drag Sole along on a wild goose chase.  They spent days interrogating people and tailing his every move, and Sole was exhausted.  Piper, on the other hand, only seemed more energetic, riled by the prospect of finding evidence to support her claim.

"I know there’s something here,” she said, rifling through his files.  "Try kicking me and Nat out of our town?  Yeah, we’ll see about that.“

Sole watched nervously as she began to regret breaking into his office.  "Piper, look, if you haven’t found anything by now, maybe you’re wrong.”

“I’m not wrong!” she yelled, trying but failing to whisper.  Sole touched a finger to her lips, but Piper rolled her eyes in response.  "I’m telling you, the guy’s scum.  It says so right here.  According to these files, he’s hiding all kinds of things from the public.“

"Including being a synth?”

Piper stepped back, gripping the papers.  "Well, no … but there’s still more to read.“

Sole sighed, on the verge of collapsing.  "Piper … if McDonough is a synth, do you really think he’d keep such damning evidence in his office?  It’s not exactly secure.”

“W-well, what about his computer?  Looks like it’s password protected.  What’s he hiding on there, huh?”

“Everyone has a password on their computer.  And politicians keep secrets.  It’s what they do.  That doesn’t mean he’s a synth.”


“Take the files. Run your stories on that.  With any luck, it’ll be enough for the public to push him out of office.  But this is a man’s life we’re talking about.  Please, Piper.  Let it go.”

She clutched the pages firmly.  "But … I was so sure.“

"You hate him. It’s only natural that you’d want him to be the bad guy.”

“I … guess that’s true.”  She folded the files and slipped them into her pocket.  "I guess, for now, this is enough.“

"I’m proud of you.”  She leaned against the desk for support.  "Now can we please get out of here?  I’m so tired.“

Piper cringed, staring at her pale partner in crime.  "Damn, Blue.  You really are, aren’t you? Aw, man.  I’m sorry.  I guess I’ve been pushing you a bit too hard, huh?”  She stretched her arms, yawning loudly.  "Now that you mention it, I’m pretty tired too.  All right, let’s get out of here.  We can rest up at my place.“  Sole nodded and turned to leave, but stopped when Piper touched her shoulder.  "And, Blue?  Thanks.  No one’s ever stuck their neck out for me before. Here I have you picking locks and running around the Commonwealth, and I never even thanked you.  So … thank you.”

Sole smiled, patting her back.  "You’re welcome, Piper. And don’t worry about it.  I look forward to working with you for a long, long time.“

Codsworth: "I’m so sorry, mum!” he said, helping her to her feet.  They were surrounded by raider corpses, most of which Sole put down herself.  "I said I’m no Mr. Gutsy … but I didn’t expect to be this useless in battle.“  He scanned her body, finding several cuts and bruises. "Oh, I’m so sorry.  Does it hurt?”

“Don’t worry about it, Codsworth,” Sole wheezed, taking a moment to catch her breath. “You’re just not used to combat. I’ll–”  Her knees quaked and she crashed to the ground.

“Mum, are you all right?!  Mum?!”

It wasn’t just the fight; she was exhausted from travelling.  She had spent days following Codsworth with little food and limited rest.  He took notice, but without the proper supplies he couldn’t do anything to help her. When the raiders attacked he panicked, having never faced such a powerful enemy.

“Ooh … I was no help at all!  As much as it pains me to say it, perhaps you should leave me behind henceforth. Or upgrade me into a more battle-worthy frame?  I’m sure Mr. Sturges could work wonders.  It might not be compatible with my programming … but what are a few glitches and personality wipes in comparison to your safety?”

Sole winced, horrified by the suggestion.  "You don’t actually mean that, do you?“

"Well, I’m not overly fond of the idea.  But if it helps keep you safe, I’m willing to take that chance.”

Sole smiled, resting on the grass but holding one of his arms.  "Don’t change a thing, Codsworth.  You’re family.  I can’t lose you, too.“

"But I’m–”

“Perfect, just the way you are.  People don’t upgrade themselves, they practice.  You just need some training.”

“I … thank you, mum. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

“I’m glad.  And I’ll be happy to teach you the ways of combat.”  She closed her eyes, no longer able to fight her pending sleep.  "Just as soon as I … have a rest.“

Codsworth whirred, refusing to leave her amongst the blood and bodies.  He picked her up carefully, avoiding his saw, then slumped her over his torso.  With an ambitious glow, he hovered off into the distance.  This time he’d protect her.  No matter what, this time she’d be safe.

X6-88:   X6 expected Sole to go above and beyond.  A few days without rest shouldn’t have been a problem, but he was disappointed to learn otherwise.  She collapsed, her feet blistered and hips throbbing. They’d been walking non-stop for hours, and it had been days since she had a shower, a decent meal, and more than four hours sleep.

He turned to face her, frowning in annoyance.  "Get up, Ma'am.  Our mission isn’t over yet.”

"I need a break,” Sole wheezed, sitting back on the hard, dry dirt.  "Just a few minutes.“

"You are the future of the Institute, Ma'am.  Our mission should remain your top priority.”

“It is,” she protested.  "But I’m only human.“

I’m not tired,“ he scoffed.

"You’re designed for this sort of thing.  I don’t have the same build as you.”  He paused, considering her words carefully.  "Let me put it this way: have you ever seen anyone in the Institute– that isn’t a synth– push themselves the way you’re pushing me? Could Father do this? Non-stop, without a proper rest?“ She cringed, removing her shoes to rub her wounded feet, and X6 watched, feeling slightly sympathetic.

"My apologies, Ma'am.”  He bent down, offering her some water.  "Perhaps my expectations are too unrealistic.“

Sole shook her head, taking a long, much-needed swig.  "I don’t mind that you have high expectations of me,” she lisped between sips.  "It’s actually quite flattering.  But let me have my basic necessities.  I need to eat.  I need to sleep.  And sometimes, every once in a while, I need to sit down.“ X6 groaned, removing his sunglasses and tucking the temples behind her ears.  "H-hey, what are you–?”

“Sleep,” he mumbled, shielding her eyes from the sun.  "You have eight hours.  The average time needed for an adult female.”

While she rested, he wrote up a schedule of when she should eat and sleep, as well as a healthy meal plan. After all, as the future of the Institute she needed to be at her peak efficiency.

Strong: Strong could go days without rest, and he didn’t understand why Sole, the person he swore to follow, couldn’t do the same.  The moment she collapsed, exhausted from four days of non-stop travel, he grunted and threw her over his brawny shoulder.

“Strong forgot how weak humans are.  Need sleep. Sleep!  Strong will keep safe.”

He sneered, trying to keep her comfortable as he carried her to the next town.  The people screamed when they saw him approaching, thinking that Sole was his victim, but he proved otherwise when he laid her at their feet, asking them to feed her.  As the people tended to Sole, he impatiently stood outside her bedroom.  He knew she’d probably be in there all night, but no one said he couldn’t be angry about it.

“Strong bored!” he bellowed, leaning against the wall.  Fearfully, one of the citizens tapped his arm.  "What you want?“ he growled.  "Should be looking after leader.”

“Y-your friend will be fine,” the man flinched.  "She just needs some sleep.  But, uh … in the meantime, we’ve been having some trouble with raiders. Your friend said you might want to h-help us with that?“

A sadistic grin filled the mutant’s face.  "Need help with raiders?!  Good. Strong will smash!”

He ran out of the town, telling the man to watch over Sole until his return.

Preston: “You look a little tired,” Present remarked, following closely behind Sole.

“I am,” she groaned.  "We’ve been at this for days.  How many more settlements are there?“

"Just a few, and they’re all pretty close to each other.”

Sole sobbed, looking at her map.  "How are you not tired?”

“I guess I’m just used to this,” he shrugged.  "Travelling for a long time with little rest is kind of what the Minutemen do.“

"Well I just woke up!” she griped.  She lowered her head, tears forming in her eyes.  "My husband’s dead, my family’s in tatters, my son’s missing, and everything out here wants to kill me!“

Preston felt his heart shatter, her words hitting him hard.  "Damn, I … I never even considered that.  I was so wrapped up in rebuilding the Minutemen.  Damn.  I’m sorry. Look, if you need to rest–”

“I’m fine,” she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.  "I’m sorry, Preston.  I was just feeling sorry for myself.  You’re right, of course.  Helping people is what’s important.“

"No.”  He sat down and ruffled the grass beside him. “I’m sorry I’ve been so inconsiderate.  You need to rest.  We can help the settlements tomorrow.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure. Take all the time you need.“

Sole smiled and laid back, sighing when the weight left her feet.  She closed her eyes, dozing off, but not before she felt Preston’s duster cover her body.  She muttered a weak ‘thank you’, comfortable for the first time since leaving the vault. While she slept, Preston hummed his favourite tune, keeping her nightmares at bay.

Danse:  With his power armour, Danse had no problem travelling long distances and fighting for extended periods.  After killing a near endless wave of feral ghouls, he and Sole made their way back to the Prydwen.  He hardly took notice of her scratches and bruises, obtained during the vicious onslaught.  She dragged her feet, her body aching and worn from two nights of very little sleep.

"Danse?” she peeped, her eyes narrow.

“What is it, soldier?”

“I … I think I–”

She stumbled forward, but Danse reacted quickly.  He dashed towards her, catching her in his arms.  Only then did he notice the damage.  A crushing guilt consumed him as he realized how useless he was during the fight.  While she fought the ghouls, he focussed on the mission, securing the package they were sent to retrieve. Only after he had it did he lend a hand.  He shook her gently, trying to wake her, but to no avail.  He tried again, gasping when a hint of blood stained his fingers.

"Damn it, soldier, stay with me!”

He laid her down and reached back for his med kit.  She wasn’t going to die; she wasn’t even in danger of dying, but he couldn’t help but worry.  After all, it was his fault she was in such a sorry state.  He was usually so careful, always putting his men before himself, but somehow she had slipped through the cracks.

“I’m okay,” she slurred, feeling the stimpack pierce her skin.

“No you’re not. You’re bleeding.”

“Hey … ad victoriam, right?”

Danse flinched as she passed out, overcome with exhaustion.  He held his breath, but a throaty grunt escaped his lips. “No, soldier.  Not alone.”

He lifted her off the ground, securing her in his arms.  Hanging his head in shame, he made his way back to the Prydwen, vowing to fight by her side like an honourable soldier should.

Deacon: Deacon spent days teaching Sole his covert ways, but espionage was harder than she thought.  He pushed her hard, adopting the roll of a drill sergeant. Finally hitting her limit, Sole collapsed, her arms tangled in one of his stupid costumes.

“Damn, you okay?” he asked, sitting her upright and freeing her arms.

“It’s too much, Deacon.  I’m so tired.”

“Well, why didn’t you say somethin’?”

“Because I … I wanted to get this right.  I thought if I kept going it would eventually come to me, like it did with you.”

Deacon curled his lips, stifling a guilty laugh.  "Ohh, uh … yeah.  I was lyin’ about that.”

Sole stared at him, thrown by his confession.  "You what?“

"Come on.  You actually believed that?  It took me years to master this stuff, not days.”

“B-but you said–!”

“You actually think there’s such a thing as the 'Spy’s Psyche’?  That was just a fib a told ya to keep ya motivated.”  He laughed boisterously.  "And I guess it kinda worked, huh?  Kept ya motivated!“

"Deacon … I am going to kill you!”

“Okay.  I understand you’re emotional right now, but think of it this way: you’ve made excellent progress.”

“I hate you.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that.  I can tell.”  Sole sobbed and hunched forward, fading in and out of consciousness.  Only then did Deacon realize that he took his game too far.  "Hey, I’m sorry.  Let’s get ya back to HQ.  You can rest up and we’ll tackle this another time.“  He picked her up and headed back, holding her close to his chest.

"Hey, Deacon?” she hummed, resting her head on his collar.  "When you said I’ve made progress, was that a lie too?“

He paused, then smiled sweetly, easing her worries.  "No. I wasn’t lyin’ about that.  I may not always tell the truth, but I give credit where it’s due.  You’ve done great, buddy.  All we gotta do is work on your stealth.  In time, you may even outshine me.”

Sole winced at the prospect.  "Does that mean I have to shave all my hair off?“

Deacon stopped in his tracks, then threw his head back, laughing so hard he nearly dropped her. He couldn’t help but chuckle the whole way back to the Railroad.

MacCready: MacCready rushed to Daisy’s shop and handed her the cure for Duncan.  He explained the situation, and Daisy was only too happy to help.  She promised the cure would reach Duncan, and MacCready cheered, taking his first sigh of relief in what felt like an eternity. He turned to Sole with a outstretched smile, but gasped when he saw her near passed out on the bench.

"Hey, a-are you okay?”

“Yeah…” she wisped, forcing half a smile.  "Just tired.“

He approached her silently, then took a seat and placed her head on his lap.  "You saved my son’s life today,” he whispered, his eyes damp.

“I’m so glad.  I can’t … wait to meet him.”

Before she could say another word, she slipped into a deep sleep.  MacCready removed his hat and covered her face, shielding her from the light.

“I didn’t realize how much this took out of you.  I’m real sorry.  I … I’ll never be able to thank you for this.”

“Don’t think you need to,” Daisy chimed.  "She doesn’t seem the type.“

MacCready smirked, gently caressing Sole’s arm.  "I know.  I’m not sure what to do with that.  She never asked for anything, never once complained.  I didn’t even realize how tired she was.”

“Well, don’t beat yourself up over it.  For now, just let her rest.”

“I will.”

With a grateful smile, he lifted her off the bench and headed for Hotel Rexford.  He’d pay good caps for the best room they had.  He didn’t mind.  Not anymore.  She was worth it.

Hancock: Hancock stood on his balcony, staring out over his town.  After learning the truth about McDonough, he needed to vent.  He and Sole had just finished clearing out the old warehouses around Goodneighbor, killing every mobster in their wake.  He was fuming, teaming with adrenaline and anger, but Sole was spent, weighed down by days of intense travel and travesty. She fell forward, leaning over the edge.

“Hey, you okay sister? He rasped, coming out of his stupor. Sole tilted back, nearly falling over the railing.  "Jesus!” he wailed, reaching out and grabbing her arm.  "Hey!  What the hell is wrong with you?!“  He went silent when he saw her face, her eyes lifeless and empty. "Hey.  W-what’s wrong?”  He grasped her hand and shook her gently.  "Talk to me, sister.  Come on, talk to me!“

"I-I’m sorry,” she breathed, weakly squeezing his fingers.  "I just blacked out for a second.  I’m … so tired.“

"Oh, God.  This is my fault, isn’t it?”

“No.  I’m fine.  I just–”

“Shh.  Take it easy.”  He picked her up, quickly but carefully, and carried her into the estate.  "You can rest here.“ He placed her on his bed, pressing her into the pillows.  "Do you need anything?  Water? Food?  Probably food, right?”

“Hancock, I’m fine. Really.”

“No you’re not. You’re exhausted.  Ya haven’t eaten, ya haven’t slept, ya haven’t had a moment’s peace.  And it’s my fault.  Draggin’ ya along on all my steamed-up tirades.  Damn it. I didn’t even ask if you were hurt durin’ the fight.”

“It’s okay, Hancock. Really.  I know how much clearing out those warehouses meant to you.  I’m just glad that we … that we–” She rubbed her eyes, dizzy and completely spent.

“Hang in there, sister.  I’ll have Cosgrove cook ya up somethin’ nice.  And, uh, I’ll get ya some water and–”  He scratched the back of his neck, at a loss for words. “Sorry, sister.  Aside from chems, I don’t really know what else to offer ya.”

Sole giggled, having never seen him so insecure.  "You’re doing fine, Hancock.  A bed and some food is more than enough.  And listen, I’m … I’m sorry about McDonough.  I know this must be hard for you.“

Hancock grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed.  "I just wish I knew what was what,” he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow.  "Was it a synth who murdered all those innocent ghouls, or was it my actual brother? Have I been hating him all this time for the wrong reasons?“

"You said you didn’t recognize him, right?  Maybe it wasn’t him.”

“Yeah, but … Guy always let power go to his head.  Didn’t know how to handle it.  There was never a humble bone in his body.  While I’d like to think otherwise … the likelihood that it was him is high.”

Sole frowned, sitting up and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.  "If you want, we can search for him.  I have a bunch of records from the Institute.  We can sift through them and see if there’s anything on your brother.“

Hancock smiled, rubbing her hand and laying her back down.  "Thanks, sister.  That sounds good to me.  But let’s wait a while, huh?  Right now, just rest.”

Nick:  Nick tossed his files to the floor, grunting angrily.  "Damn it!  We’ve spent three days looking through these notes and we still haven’t had any luck tracking down Winter’s tape!“  He punched the desk, his circuits whirring. He wasn’t an impatient man, but he had waited two hundred years for this.  "That one last tape is all I need!  The final piece of the puzzle!  So why can’t we–?”

He froze, seeing Sole nearly passed out on the floor.  She was surrounded by paper, her hands black with pencil from taking notes.  He noticed the dark bags under her eyes as she rocked back and forth, barely cognisant.  Approaching her slowly, a hundred questions plagued his thoughts. When did she last eat?  Two days ago; he was almost certain of that, but how long had it been since she slept?  It was easy for him to forget the basic necessities of life, especially when working a case, but that didn’t excuse his behaviour.  He’d been so demanding, so pushy, so coarse and uncaring, but Sole never complained.  Not once.

“H-hey.  You all right, kid?”

“Huh?”  It took her a second to realize he was talking to her, but she eventually nodded, groaning softly.  "Y-yeah.  I just … I’m … I’m tired.“  Her eyelids twitched as she struggled to keep them open.  "But let’s keep going.  I … I think I’m on to something.”

Her voice was so weak and quiet that Nick couldn’t help but cringe.  He sighed remorsefully.  If guilt could kill, he’d have shut down right then and there.

“No…” he whispered, gently grasping her hand.  "It’s not important.  We can try again after you’ve had a break.“

He kneeled down and held her tight, lulling her into his chest.  She tried to fight him, insisting she was fine, but the moment she was comfortable she slipped into a deep sleep.  She was exhausted, hungry, and fevered.  Nick bit his lip, muffling a frustrated sob as he picked her up and gently placed her on the sofa.  It was his fault, and not because he was a synth who forgot about sleeping and eating, or because he was a detective too dedicated to his work; it was because he was selfish.  Plain and simple.

"I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry.”

He quickly covered her with his trench coat, then collected her notes.  He grit his teeth when he realized that she was mapping out the locations where the other holotapes were found.  She made several connections and even circled multiple areas where the final tape could be located.  He gripped the papers, crunching them with his metal fingers.  She was working so hard, to the point of breaking, and he didn’t even notice.  He didn’t even thank her for finding what she had.  He had never been more disappointed in himself.

“Damn it, kid. I’m so sorry.  Never again.  I promise.”

He returned to the couch and took a seat next to her, then positioned her head on his lap.  He spent the rest of the night stroking her hair and humming 'Am I Blue’ to keep her slumber peaceful.  He’d apologize again in the morning.

Suffer In Silence.- CH

He is your best friend. He is your other half. He is your missing piece.

But he isn’t yours.

He is someone else’s.

You are surrounded with a sea of eyes yet you are only searching for his.

It kills you to see him with her. His smile speaks a thousand words and the touch of his lips on her shoulder makes a chill run down your spine that stops you in your tracks. It’s sad. Everyone around you has had the chance to feel the rush of adrenaline that comes with love, everyone around you has felt what it is like to be loved. But not you. Instead you suffer in silence and let your unspoken words become coated with poison as they build in your head, waiting to be said.

It’s no surprise you can’t warm up to her, instead you flash a fake smile that you have perfected and pray that you have everyone else fooled. You don’t want to be the girl who sits on the side and waits but five years later nothing has changed and you still hope Calum will wake up one day and see what has been right in front of him from the very beginning. You don’t want to be that girl but here you are, holding back your tears as you watch them together and vow to yourself that she will never be able to love him like you do. You don’t want to be that girl but here you are, heart in hand willing for him to take it and call it his. But he won’t. He isn’t yours.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice startles you and it only takes one glance to be knocked off your feet by his mischievous grin. His shoulder playfully knocking yours.

“Nothing. Just like watching you being so happy. I’m happy for you, Cal.” You want to be telling the truth but one glance in her direction and you feel sick.

“See anyone you like? You know I can be a good wing man!” There it is. His eyes are searching yours and he throws a wink in your direction.

Instead you give him your best laugh that you can force and swallow the words that are rising in your chest. You clamp your mouth shut and let them cut you open with their sharp edges. It was supposed to get better but instead it hung over you like a sin, your own dirty little secret that you can’t share with anyone. You look at him and all you can picture is the way he looks at her, how he rung you after his first date and how his voice was filled with so much happiness that it made your stomach sink and your heart shatter. You look at him and ask how is it fair that she has him and you don’t? You were the one to pick him up after every fall, after every heart break and after every hard day. You were there, you had always been there. It is a constant struggle.

A part of you knows she doesn’t deserve him, you don’t deserve him either. How can you when you can’t even be happy for him without having a rage of jealousy surge through your veins. Unrequited love is one of the most potent forms of love there is, every feeling he gives you, she is giving him.

He is your best friend. He is your other half. He is your missing piece.

But he isn’t yours.

He is someone else’s.

But for the time being all you can do is hope, hope that one day he will let you live within the walls of his heart and let you call it home.

Orientation - Harry Styles Imagine

You sat at the kitchen table waiting for Harry, today was an important day. Your daughter has her kindergarten orientation, where she would meet her teacher and just see the school. Considering it was a new setting for her.

You had told Harry that you would love for him to go with you, you didn’t want to be the only one involved with her schooling. You told him that in the long run she would appreciate it and appreciate school more knowing how dedicated you both made an effort to become involved.

He had told you he would make be home by 3, that you three would go together. He had planned to come home to get out of his suit and into his normal clothes, he also planned that he would get your daughter ready.


It was already 5 in the evening and you had to be at the school by 6. Your daughter was dressed and ready to go, you figured to get her ready considering Harry didn’t show up yet. She was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons waiting for you. Her hair out, her curls loose as a red headband kept the curls out her face. Her little black dress falling to her knees as red shoes covered her small feet.

You both loved your daughter to pieces, you still couldn’t believe that she was here after the trouble you and Harry had while trying. Harry was scared but as soon as the day came when you had to deliver the fear went away. It was like he knew how to parent, like if he did plenty of times.

You were amazed.

Your phone vibrated against the counter, you looked down and saw the photo of Harry and your daughter appear. You swiped your finger across the screen and brought the device to your ear.

“Where the bloody hell are you!” you hissed as you looked over at your daughter, she was watching her cartoons and giggling to herself.

“Babe, I had a meeting. I’m sorry, I’m heading out now.” Harry said as you heard multiple voices in the background.

“You are across town, you won’t make it in time! How many times did I tell you how important this was to me!” you hissed as you stood up and walked over to the door that guided to the large backyard.

“I kn-”

“No, you clearly don’t know! You little shit, you have me and your daughter waiting over here, hopes up that YOU would get her ready and no. You don’t come through, I don’t know what’s going on with you Harry but you have been pushing me and her to the side a lot!” you hissed into the phone, you were furious because this wasn’t the first time. This was familiar, it was common.

“[Your Name], I’m over here at work busting my ass for you two! I can’t help it that work just keeps piling up for me!” Harry spat as you stood there getting more furious, as if you asked so much from him when you truly didn’t.

“Fuck you Harry, because I ask for so much shit right? Because I want material things, and the most expensive. I don’t ask NOTHING from you, all I ask is for you to be involved with your daughter. All I want is your affection for me and HER.” you spat as you could feel your body tensing up and your heart beginning to race. “Don’t even bother showing up anymore, don’t even bother coming home. Sleep in your bloody office, I don’t want to see you!” you hissed as you hung up, leaving him to talk to himself.

You walked over to the living room, your daughter wasn’t on the couch anymore. She was standing by the tv facing you, she looked at you with a pout and her eyes glazing over.

“Daddy’s not comwing, wight?” she asked as she looked down at her feet.

Seeing her this sad about not seeing him broke your heart, this wasn’t what you saw when you were holding her for 9 months. You never envisioned Harry being so busy to the point where he missed out on her.

“You know what babygirl, he really wanted to come with us. He’s just busy, he had to do something important at work.” you said immediately feeling guilty, for lying to your daughter.

She looked away and let her arms fall to her sides. “He’s always dowing somethwing importwant at work.” she said as she stomped her way to the front door.

You followed her and grabbed your bag with your car keys. You two walked outside and she made her way to the car and inside it, you locked the door behind you and you walked over to her. You helped her with her seatbelt and closed the door behind her, you slipped inside. You were off, heading to the school without Harry and with your upset daughter.

You parked your car and hurried out to assist your daughter out, her small frame jumping out the car excitedly to go to school. You two walked to the school hand in hand, her small hand in your hand as you noticed no one else walking in. Signaling you were slightly late. You found your way to the small auditorium where the parents had to be while the kids were sent off to the cafe to sit with their teachers.

You walked into the auditorium to only have all eyes on you, the principle stopping what she had to say to let you find a vacant seat. You set down and she proceeded, she talked about how excited she was to get new kindergarteners. She went on about dress code, bus rules as well as pick up rules.

You couldn’t really focus because your mind drifted off about Harry, what if this was it for you two? Your relationship has became distant in the past 4 months, so distant that you two haven’t had the time to be intimate. No affection towards another, no kissing or cuddling. You tried, you really are but how could you try if he was rarely home and always in that office?

You were too wrapped in your thoughts and concerns about your relationship that you didn’t notice it was time to go meet with the teachers. The principle had to come up to you to tell you personally.

You stood up and walked over to the classroom, you stepped in the classroom and looked for your daughters folder on the table. You sat at the designated seat and listened as the teacher was going over what she plans to do with the kids this school year.

You followed along as she read through the papers, she explained what papers needed to be filled out before leaving and what had to be brought in on the first day of school. You began to fill out the forms, nearly writing your contact information as well as Harry’s.

“I’m surprised you put my name down considering you are pissed at me.” you hotly heard that voice in your ear causing you to jerk in the seat and your heart race.

You looked over your shoulder to see Harry standing behind you, his hand on your shoulder. Hair neatly combed back as he was still in his work suit, his tie hanging loosely as his suit fit him nicely.

“I told you not to come.” you hissed quietly not wanting to cause a scene.

“I know, I came for my princess. I know she would be worried, I didn’t come for you.” Harry said as he removed his hand from your shoulder, placing it in his pockets.

You sat there looking down at the form in front of you, his words echoing inside your head. You sat there frozen, letting time pass you by as you repeated his words to yourself. ‘I came for my princess, I didn’t come for you.’ You couldn’t help but let the words build anger inside of you.

Those words having so much meaning, you were starting to believe that he was giving up on the relationship. You had no other choice but to think that by his words, he was just going to stick around for your daughter. That was good for her and him but that meant the picture of a “happy” family would vanish.

You pushed those thoughts away, you continued to fill out the forms and finished filling out all of the necessary. The teacher had finished what she had to say, parents slowly leaving the room and meeting up with their kids that were in the corridor.

You abruptly stood up and walked out, handing the forms to the teacher. You walked down the corridor to reach your daughter, you quickly hurried off with her. You let Harry behind, letting him to catch up to you two.

You had reached your car and began to fasten your daughter, you heard footsteps padding your way. You looked over to see Harry running towards you two. You could feel your eyes brimming, you couldn’t help but feel an ache in your heart by your thoughts of earlier. Your assumptions.

“Daddy!” Your daughter screamed as she quickly unfastened her seatbelt and ran out the car to him.

“Babygirl, how was it for you?” Harry asked as he scooped her up, her face lighting up as she talked to him.

“I wuved it daddy, I saw so mwany kids.” She beamed as she talked as she opened and closed her arms. “I thought you weren’t going to cwome with us.” Natalie said as her expression dropped and watched Harry intently with her brows furrowing.

Harry looked over at you and you just pursed your lips together as you watched him with your daughter. You saw as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his forehead slightly crinkling as he thought about what to tell Natalie.

“Who told you that babygirl?” Harry questioned as he looked over at you quickly and looking back at your daughter who was still in his arms.
Your daughter giggled and brought her hands to her mouth, she turned her body towards you. “Momma.” she squealed as she smiled at you.

You couldn’t stay mad at her, you weren’t mad in fact. You smiled at her and adored how adorable she looked in Harry’s arms. You could see the similar features that she inherited from him but you could also see the few features that she had inherited from you as well.

“What did momma tell you?” Harry questioned her as he looked at you coldly.

“That you had to do swomething importwant at work.” She said as she played with his hair.

“More like someone.” You muttered as you cocked a brow at him and glared at him up and down.

Harry had no words for you, he simply placed a kiss to your daughter’s lips and sat her in your car. He buckled her in and closed the door leaving for you two to talk, you tried to slip inside your car but he caught hold of you. He pulled out and slammed the car door shut.

You looked at him wide eyed and quickly looked around the school parking lot. You noticed a good amount of people turning back to look at you two. You swallowed the small lump in your throat, he released his grip and took a step back.

“You can try to act like they didn’t see you grip me up, their opinion doesn’t matter but mind you that SHE saw you.” you said emphasizing on ‘she’ and directing it to your babygirl.

You quickly slipped into the car and locked the door, Harry hitting the window for you to open the door but you simply ignored him. Your daughter yelling at you to let him in, you blocked her out and reversed from the parking space as soon as the banging on the window stopped.


You drove from the school to the house, your daughter was in the backseat crying and screaming for Harry. You simply ignored her and you ignoring her caused her to slowly drift off into a sleep. You felt bad for ignoring her but you didn’t want to answer her questions. She asked why you were mad at Harry and what he did.

You didn’t want to answer her because a part of you was mad at Harry. You were mad at the entire situation for today. The fact he didn’t come through with his plans to get her ready, to go to the orientation with you two as a family. Simply because he had a “meeting”.

You did trust Harry, a part of you still does. You were on the fence about trusting him, you couldn’t help it. Every time you showed up at his workplace with Natalie on your free time you saw everything, well how some employees behaved.

The females flirting with your husband, the females wearing provocative clothing and being too touchy feely with him. The girls would simply be around him too much, more than they should be. Sure they are his assistants but that didn’t require them to act the way they would.

You knew Harry was fit, the lad every girl wanted and clearly still wants, girls would throw themselves at him but you thought and hoped it would stop. You told yourself it would stop after your wedding but it didn’t, you even told yourself after you gave birth to your beautiful babygirl it would finally stop but it didn’t. It hasn’t.

You love Harry a lot, and he loved you but there was a small part of you that believed it was too good to be true. A part of you believed that he would stop, causing him to eventually leave you and your daughter for someone else.

You were now sitting alone in the kitchen, at the kitchen table with your phone and keys in front of you. You looked at your phone, watching the screen continue to light up as you watched another missed call from Harry. He had called you 6 times and this was his seventh time, he had texted you as well but you didn’t bother to read the texts.

You were going to read the texts but you were hesitant. A part of you assumed that he would be nasty in the texts, tell you that what you two have is over. Yet you where the one to blame for pushing him away. You sighed heavily and swiped your finger across the screen, the text messages popped up one after another.

7:26 pm “What did you tell Natalie?”
7:31 pm “Are you going to fucking ignore me?”
7:35 pm “Fucking hell! Talk to me! I’m heading over!”

You looked over at the clock and noticed it was 7:51, he should be here any minute. You stood up quickly and walked over towards the door. You were feet away from the door when it opened, there you saw Harry walk in. He slammed the door behind him, his brows furrowed as he stared at you. His jaw clenching, his fingers curling up into fists as his stare became more intense.

You stood there still, wide eyed. A part of you was scared, you weren’t exactly ready to see him. You knew that he was going to confront you for your antics but you weren’t ready to go down that road with him. You deserved to have this talk, more so of this argument because that’s what you two did lately.

“What the fuck is your problem? What the bloody hell did you tell Natalie? Where is she!” Harry spat as he walked closer to you, staring down at you backing you up to the wall.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed him away from you. You stared up at him as he looked down on you, you didn’t say a word. You looked away and walked away from him.

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me! I’m not finished with you!” Harry spat as he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back towards him. His grip slowly tightening as you body crashed with his.

“Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!” You spat as you tried to pry his large fingers off of you. He released his grip causing you to stumble and lose your footing, you fell on the hardwood flooring and looked up at him with your brows furrowed.

“You fucking bastard, she’s upstairs sleeping!” You spat as you sat there on the floor. “Why does it matter what I told her, you are NEVER here! You don’t even bother calling, I have to call you in order to find out where you are or if you are even going to come home the same night!” You spat as you stood up on your feet again.

“So that’s what this is all about, me not being home enough for you? I’m sorry I’m not home, I’m busy making money to keep this bloody house! I’m busy making money to better our lives! It’s always the same crap with you, you always BITCH and NAG about me not being home enough! You knew I would be in the office a lot more ever since we had her!” Harry spat as he got into your face, his chest pressing against yours.

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, you were trapped between him and the wall. You couldn’t escape, all you wanted to do was to walk away but he refused. You tried to push him away but he stood his ground, not budging to move each time you tried to push him away.

“Don’t you fucking dare act like we are in need of money! I help you out the best I can, we have PLENTY of money but apparently it’s not enough for YOU! You are the one that has become OBSESSED with your bloody job! Why? Why do you choose to be at your job more than to be here with US?” You spat as you gave him one hard shove causing him to finally back away from you.

“Answer me Harry! Why do you choose your JOB over me and your ONLY daughter?” You spat at him, pausing yourself to catch your breath. “Don’t answer the question, I already know your answer.” You panted out as you tried to catch your breath.

Your heart beating rapidly, your chest heaving up and down. Your palms becoming clammy and you were beginning to feel the room spin around you. You were getting sick, just by the thoughts of him actually preferring the females at his job over being home with Natalie and you.

You looked at Harry through the corner of your eye, he was nervous. He had his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at you. Something he always did when he was nervous.

“Ba-” Harry said as he walked towards you.

You shook your head at him and distanced yourself from him. “No, no, no, no! Don’t you dare touch me.” You pleaded as a tear escaped and rolled down your cheek.

“Let me explain.” Harry pleaded.

“Explain what, explain why you aren’t attracted to me? Explain why you are drawn to those whores at your job! I don’t want to hear it, and frankly I don’t want you around. Please leave Harry.” You spat as the tears spilled.

“No, why won’t you FUCKING listen to me! I don’t want anyone, but YOU. If I truly wanted someone else we would’ve have been LONG gone! I wouldn’t have stayed around for all these years that I did! If I really wanted some other whore I wouldn’t have married you, I wouldn’t have spent all that time trying to conceive OUR babygirl!” Harry spat at you, seeing the fear run through your body as he began to back away. He let himself calm down.

“I love you, I wouldn’t want to mess it up. I’m sorry that I managed too, I really thought you trusted me enough to not let yourself wander to those thoughts.” Harry stood there eyeing your body. “I don’t know where we stand if you can’t trust me. I don’t want to lose you, but I’m starting to think I did a while ago.” Harry said exasperated.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty, you assumed what you promised yourself you wouldn’t. You didn’t want to admit that you were in the wrong but you were starting to become worried that you lost it all. Your best friend, your other half, the love of your life. The one that you finally opened up to, even though it took months.

You looked at him, he was scared that you weren’t his anymore. You were his everything, you kept him going and everything he did he had to have your input or it wouldn’t feel right.

“I don’t know where we stand either, I don’t know how you can go on about your day without thinking about us. Are you really that interested in work, to the point where it is almost a burden to talk to me or her?” You hissed as you couldn’t stop yourself from going on.

“I can’t help it that I get lost into what I’m doing, you know what. Think what you want to think, believe what you want to believe! But don’t you EVER question my love for the both of you, you two are the best fucking thing that has happened to me.” Harry spat as he walked over to you again, pressing his body against yours as you were pressed against the wall.

“You clearly don’t have any trouble doubting me, I can be faithful and you will just continue to doubt me! I know my past wasn’t all that great but YOU made me a better man. I haven’t been nothing but faithful to you!” Harry spat as he grabbed your face, cupping your jaw and chin in his large hand as he kept your head still.

You couldn’t help but get scared, this was starting to become a nightmare. You knew what would come next, you witnessed it too many times. You knew he was going to shove you and push you down to the ground. He would then start to kick you then lean down and slap you or pull you up by your hair.

You closed your eyes tightly as you waited for the events to happen, you were waiting for that burning sensation. You felt a tear slip as you thought about it more, he would hurt you in the worst way and truly break you. You were starting to regret about letting those thoughts come to mind, believing that second voice in your head.

Now you knew he wouldn’t have cheated, you brought the best of him out.

You felt his lips linger on your forehead, you felt his lips on the tip of your nose. You then felt his lips against yours, you slowly opened your eyes to see him looking down at you. His eyes that once filled with anger and fear were now looking at you with admiration and lust.

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body close to his as he cupped your head by the nape of your neck. Pressing his lips to yours roughly, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he held you tightly to him. Your tongue moving along with his as you gave in, your hands resting by his waist as you two stood there lost in the deep kiss.

You could feel yourself loosen up in his hold, your body slowly developing that tingly sensation. You were slowly becoming aroused as he held you to him despite what happened today. You felt comforting, this was all that you needed.

Harry slowly pulled away from the kiss, leaving you there with your eyes closed and lips puckered wanting more. You slowly opened your eyes and slowly pushed him away. He stood there eyeing you, for the hundredth time today.

"You think that’s it, you’re wrong. I’m not finished, not even close.” Harry said hotly into your ear, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin. “You’ve been a bad, naughty girl. I think it’s time for me to teach you a lesson, one you will NEVER forget.” Harry said as he nipped at your earlobe causing you to let out a whimper.

You were a mess, a confused yet aroused mess. You two haven’t really spoken about where your relationship stood, you were starting to think that everything was okay but was it? You didn’t want to ask questions because he was now in charge, overpowering you.

He grabbed you by your upper arm, pushing you to walk up the stairs. You walked up the stairs trying to catch up to him, you would stumble ever so often almost falling completely down. You two got to the door of your shared bedroom, the double doors closed, you were about to open the door until he stopped you.

You looked up at him with brows furrowed, he knelt down and threw you over his shoulder in a swift movement. He opened the doors and didn’t bother to close them shut behind him, he walked you over to the large king size bed. He dropped you onto the mattress causing your body to bounce back up, you looked at him with slight fear running through your body.

He smirked down at you and walked over to his closet, you sat there on the bed unsure of what was going to happen next. One minute he was a monster, the next he showed you the man who you fell in love with and then he was back to his “monster” ways. You were seeing both sides.

“I want you to know something, and I want you to not forget.” Harry said as he walked out of the closet and towards you with his hands behind his back. You were puzzled and a bit uneasy of what he was going to let you know. You knew how faithful he was before but some voice in the back of your head was telling you that he was going to confess about cheating on you.

“I love you, you might not believe it right now but I’m going to make you change your mind. You are MINE and I am YOURS, no one will EVER get in between what WE have.” Harry said as he sat at the edge of the bed, looking directly at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, you gave him a weak smile. He kept his gaze on you and before you knew it he pushed you down on the bed, your hands above your head as he held them together. “Harry, what’re you doing?” you questioned as you tried to squirm underneath his body.

“I already told you, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Harry said as he nipped at your neck causing you to scream and then release a whimper. “It’s been a while since I fucked you good.” Harry said as he nipped along the column of your neck, down to your collarbones.

You closed your eyes as you felt his teeth nip at your soft skin, his mouth lightly sucking onto the skin and having his tongue quickly run over the spot. Leaving a trail of love bites down to your collar bones, once you felt him move away your eyes quickly opened. He smiled down at you and he tied his tie to his suit around your wrists above your head.

You looked at him with confusion and anger, you wanted nothing more than to have your fingers touch him. You wanted to lock your fingers into his soft hair, you wanted to rake your nails down his toned and muscular back. You wanted to mark him up, claim him as yours just like he marked you claiming you as his. YOU were HIS and HE was YOURS.

“Harry, pl-please.” You pleaded through gritted teeth as you watched him stare down at you.

“Please what, you think that I’m going to let you talk down to me. You think I’m going to let you run your mouth on how much I don’t love you or Natalie?” Harry spat as he looked at you with his brows furrowed and his jaw tensing.

“When I’m finished with you I’m going to make you regret thinking I would want another woman, thinking that I would want to ruin what I have for some dumb whore at my office.” Harry hissed as he held your face still, so you were looking towards him. You could feel his grip tighten and usually this would piss you off but you were underneath him, arms tied above your head.

You wanted nothing more for him to fuck you, after all it has been months since he last touched and properly tasted you. You moaned at the thought, his head between your thighs as his tongue ran up your wet slit, you closed your eyes and went back to the times when you two made sweet love. The sex was heated, loving but also filled with so much passion and burning desire.

You broke away from your thoughts once you heard his chuckles, you opened your eyes and saw him smiling down at you. For the first time tonight. He pushed himself away from you, he sat at the edge of the bed and opened the side table by the bed. He pulled out a handkerchief of his, one that is usually in his suit jacket pockets. He climbed back onto the bed and began to blindfold you.

The material covering your eyes, making you blind and seeing nothing but darkness. You were scared, you lost your important sense and all you had now was feeling. You were scared what Harry would do, was this his way of leaving you tied up in the bedroom? Sure enough you deserved that, you said things to him that you didn’t mean but yet you did.

Yet it was your own way of protecting yourself, and protecting your babygirl.

“I’m hoping you will learn after tonight, to not question my love for you and Natalie.” Harry whispered hotly in your ear causing the small hairs on your nape to lightly stand up. “You two are the best fucking thing that has happened to me, I wouldn’t mess it up.” Harry said as you felt his long fingers brush against your jaw.

You were panting and breathing harshly, you were scared but aroused and it was a good feeling. You enjoyed how you felt because you didn’t know what to expect next. You wanted nothing more than to have his lips against yours and trail down the column of your neck. You wanted what you craving and that was his simple touch.

“I love you.” Harry whispered into your ear as he nipped at your earlobe causing a quiet whimper to escape past your lips. “I love you so fucking much.” Harry said slightly above a whisper as he placed a quick kiss to your jaw. You closed your eyes behind the blindfold and breathed in heavily, your body was becoming so aroused and you could feel yourself become wet.

“I love you [your name].” Harry said hotly letting his breath fan over your lips, placing a quick kiss to your lips and pulling away before you could react and kiss him back. “I just wish you would believe me, trust me like I trust you.” Harry said as you felt his head in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your skin as you felt his lips linger on your collar bone.

You gulped and that’s when you knew, you were in the wrong. You were wrong for accusing him of him sleeping around. You didn’t want to admit it but you felt like you had too.

“Harr-” you were starting to say before he placed his large hand over your mouth.

“Don’t.” Harry said as you felt his touch leave your body. You felt the bed dip and that’s when you realized he had left you tied and blindfolded in the bedroom. You laid there in silence twisting your mouth back and forth thinking why you jumped to conclusions, why you had to open your loud mouth in the first place. You hurt him in a way he wouldn’t have hurted you.

You felt the bed dip again, you knew he was in your presence again. You had to say something to him, anything. You needed to make things right considering you made things this way between the two of you.


“Don’t! I fucking told you already don’t!” Harry hissed as he grabbed you by your ankles and sliding you down the bed. “If you plan to apologize save it, too fucking late.” Harry hissed in your ear as he pulled on your button down shirt in a swift movement. The buttons ripping off and landing sporadically on you and on the bed.

You felt him reach behind you and unclasp your bra, pulling it off letting the cool air touch your nipples causing them to slowly harden. You say there bare chested not feeling his warmth, that moment that was all you wanted. To feel his touch along your skin.

You breathed out deeply, tugging at your restraints eager to be free. He grabbed hold of your arms and began to kiss your neck softly. His open mouth kisses become eager, his mouth trailing down towards your chest. His plump lips making their way down between the valley of your breasts.

You felt his mouth stop but linger, you couldn’t help but continue your fast and harsh breathing. He pulled his mouth away completely, his tongue quickly latching onto your right nipple. His tongue swirling around the hardened nub as he pulled away to blow cool air causing a moan to escape past your lips. You want nothing more to be free, to push his mouth closer and hold him close to you.

He attached his mouth to your breast again, adding pressure as he sucks on your nipple and light grazes it with his teeth. You push your body off the bed, slightly arching your back and asking for more contact. You moan underneath him as he continues to suck on your right nipple while playing with your other nipple. He pulled away from your breast and continued to trail down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your leggings.

You were panting as he reached closer down to your core. You were under his control now, he was going to make you beg for it. Beg for his cock, you wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you good.

“Harry pl-please.” you panted as you felt the back of your neck become moist as you were trying to control your breathing.

You heard Harry chuckle, he placed a quick kiss to your abdomen area and hooked his fingers at your waistband. “Please what darling? What is it that you want?” Harry asked with clear amusement in his tone.

“You know damn well what I fucking want!” you hissed as your tone was harsh and demanding. All you wanted was his cock, his beautiful long cock. You wanted nothing more than to ride it, bounce on it while your ass slapped against the tops of his thighs. “Please baby.” You pleaded calmly.

“Why should I give you what you want right away?” Harry asked as he slides the thin material down your toned legs.

You were trying to process an answer until you felt his erection against your leg. How you craved to touch it, run your hand down and up as his head would fall back in blissful pleasure. Wrap your lips around the head and slowly pushing it deep into your warm mouth.

“It will benefit you and I.” you simply answer as you want him to give in.

He doesn’t say a word, he runs his fingers up your legs to your thighs. He lets his fingers lightly touch your lace knickers, causing you to become even more aroused than what you already were. He runs his thumb over your lace clad slit, feeling the wetness at his fingertips.

“God, you are fucking soaking for me.” Harry said as he pulled his finger away causing you to let out a throaty whimper. “If all you wanted was a good fuck than you could’ve said so.” Harry whispered hotly with amusement in his tone.


“What do you want? Tell me what you want.” Harry said demanding as he placed both hands on either side of your hips.

“Fuck! You know what I bloody want, what I need!” You spat as you were beyond teased.

“Say it, tell me.” Harry ordered as he leaned down towards your core and blew warm breath against your wet lace clad center.

You moaned out loud, as if you were on the verge of cuming even though he barely did anything to you. You wanted him to slip your knickers off and eat as if he hadn’t eaten in days. You wanted him to pleasure you, you wanted to pleasure him too. You needed him and he knew damn well of it and damn well of what you needed and wanted.

“Harry, fuck me! Fuck me good, fuck my wet pussy so good. I want you to leave my fucking pussy sore. I want you to suck my clit, run your tongue up and down my slit and in between. I want to ride your dick, I want to bounce my ass against the tops of your thighs. I want to clench my pussy around your cock so you can fill me up.” you blurted out as you couldn’t handle the teasing anymore.

You laid there quietly, panting as you tried to regain your breathing. You waited for a smart comment to come out Harry’s mouth but instead he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss eager as he slipped his tongue into your mouth,his skillful tongue stroking yours as he kept his hands in your waist. He pulled away from the kiss and began to place needy kisses down your neck and chest.

He trailed his way down and hooked his fingers into your knickers. He slid them down your legs and began to place kisses the soft flesh of the inside of your thighs, ever so often nipping at your skin causing you to release moans. You felt his tongue run up your slit and over clit, he pulled away and stood up on his feet.

He didn’t want it this way, he reached behind your head and untied the blindfold but kept your wrists tied. He placed a quick kiss to your lips and kneeled himself down again. He wrapped one arm around your thigh letting it rest on his shoulder. He let the other hand pin your hips down to keep you still.

He slipped his tongue between your folds and up to your clit. You threw your head back in pure bliss, moans escaping past your mouth as he circled your sensitive clit. You wanted nothing more to shove his face against you but you couldn’t, you were restrained from doing so.

You forced yourself to look down, your eyes meeting with his as he watched you. His tongue circling your clit quickly as it also slipped between your folds. You couldn’t help but arching your back slightly, your body becoming tense as you felt your climax beginning to stir inside you.

Harry pulled his mouth away, he placed his digit to your nub and lightly rubbed applying slight pressure. You moaned and breathed uncontrollably as you felt that familiar feeling in the pit of stomach beginning to become unbearable. That feeling rushing throughout your body, your body jerking as it prepared for your orgasm.

“Say my name, say it.” Harry hissed as he watched over you with dark yet lustful eyes.

You shook your head but he just smiled and add pressure to your over sensitive nub. You eyes shut tightly as you threw your head back, your mouth clenched together as you felt your muscles tight and contract on their own.

“Say my FUCKING name you SLUT.” Harry hissed as he watched over you.

You shook your head, the dirty talk was driving you to the edge. You didn’t know how long you could hold it back. You wanted to let go but you were trying to hold off just so he didn’t think he had so much power over you.

Harry smiled down to you, he positioned himself between your legs again. He placed his mouth onto your clit, he flicked his tongue quickly over it as he slipped two long fingers inside you. He looked up at you hoping to catch your gaze and face when your body finally released.

His fingers slipping in and out of you quickly as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You moaned and whimpered as the tension was becoming too much, you were close. Any second you would release, release everything you tried to hold back. A few more pumps and flicks was it for you.

“Ahh, shit! Y-ye-ess!” you moaned out as you looked down at Harry. Your face scrunched up as bucked your hips and released into his mouth.

He slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting every drop of your orgasm. He dipped his head back and began to clean you with his tongue, his tongue seeping between your folds. You could help but jerk your body as you were just too sensitive from the orgasm still.

“You taste, so damn good.” Harry said huskily as he brought himself to hover your bare body. He smirked at your state and pressed his mouth to yours.

You kissed him back roughly and nipped at his lip. You could taste yourself off of him but you didn’t care, you just wanted him. You wanted to taste him now, you wanted him inside your mouth as his hand tangled within your silky hair.

He pulled away from you, he slipped his hand down at your center. Letting his middle finger fall between your folds to select your wetness.

“Again darling?” Harry asked as he continued to run his finger between your folds.

You bucked your hips to feel him and he just smiled down at you, slipping his hand away.

You whimpered at the loss of contact, he smiled down at you and whispered into your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and obey me?” he asked huskily as his hot breath fanned your skin.

You bit your bottom lip to stop you from making a noise. You looked at him and nodded vigorously.

“Answer me.” Harry ordered as he brought his hand over to your hardened nipple. His rough digit making brief contact knowing it would drive your hormones, at this point, crazy.

“Yes yes yes, I will be a good girl and obey you!” you whined out as you watched him smirl up at you.

“Good. I would hate to leave you like this, without satisfying your wants.” Harry said amusingly as he pushed strands of hair out of your face.

You rolled your eyes at him, he chuckled to himself as he ran his tongue over you hardened nipple and pulling away quickly. You looked at him wide eyed with your breathing hitched in the back of your throat. He smiled at your reaction, he placed a soft kiss between the valley of your breasts.

“Remember darling, be a good girl for me.” Harry whispered as he stood on his knees between your legs. He reached above your head and began to tag onto your restraints.

You felt the silky material become loose on your wrists, he pulled away the material and freed your wrists. You slowly brought your hands down to your side. You looked at him and looked at you with warmth and lust. He placed a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin.

“I love you.” Harry whispered quietly as he laid on his side and pulled your bare body towards his.

“I love you.” Harry whispered quietly as he laid on his side and pulled your bare body towards his.

You couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten at his words, despite how you acted he was still here. By your side, that just showed how much he cares and loves you. You couldn’t help but feel bad even though that small voice keeps telling you that he somewhat deserved it.
“Come on.” Harry said as he shifted so he was standing on his knees.

You laid there looking up at him. He reached his hand out and you took it. He pulled you up and placed a quick kiss to your lips, he turned you around. He pushed your upper body down, your breasts pressed onto the duvet as he kept your ass up.

You knew what was happening, he was going to fuck you with your ass up in the air. You closed your eyes tightly because he knew this was a good position, his cock hitting your g spot perfectly. With every thrust he hits it perfectly and the right speed.

You let out a small whimper as you felt his hand run down your spine all the way to your bum.

“Fuck, this is such a good view.” Harry groans as he runs his fingers up and down your lower back.

You were getting impatient, all you wanted was to feel his long cock. You wanted to be connected with him, you wanted the connection. He was aching for you just as much as you were aching for him. You both craved to give each other pleasure.

“Be a good girl, take it in.” Harry said as you heard him stroke himself, you wanted nothing more than for his hand to be yours.

You wanted to touch his cock, you wanted to run your tongue up from the base to the tip. You wanted to circle your tongue on the head, you wanted to give him the pleasure that he gave you merely 20 minutes ago.

You nodded and slipped your hand down to your center. you ran your finger between your slit and felt how soaking you were. You looked over your shoulder to find him stroking himself and looking at your swollen slick pussy.

“I’m ready for you baby.” you moaned as you watched him. “My wet pussy is ready for your thick, long cock.” you whispered as you continued to run your finger between your soaked folds.

You knew Harry loved dirty talk, he also loved when you would touch yourself. The site of you would be enough to have him cum already. He groaned as he watched you, his fingers curled around his length as he watched you with hooded eyes.

You smiled at how you had him, you were in control but somewhat not. Harry pushed the head of his cock inside your entrance, you let out a moan and whimper. The feeling was foreign but felt so right. You have been longing for this and about fucking time was he going to fuck you. And he was going to do it right.

He slowly pushed himself inside, he stayed in place as he let you adjust. He began to pull himself out until the head was only left inside, he pushed himself back into you without hesitation. You grabbed onto the sheets beneath you as you let out a cry of pleasure.

“Tonight is the last time that little scenario will be thought of, I love you and will NEVER cheat on you.” Harry hissed as he gripped your waist.

He pulled himself back out and drove himself back inside you. He continued his actions and his pace quickly grew, your ass smacking against him as he drove himself in and out of you. You were a panting mess, your cheeks flushed as your face slightly moistening with a thin layer of sweat.

“F-fu-uck Ha-Harry!” You moaned as your grip tightened, your knuckles turning white and your nails digging into the palm of your hand.

You closed your eyes tightly as you threw your head back, your lip between your teeth as the familiar feeling was growing in the pit of your tummy. Your thigh muscles tightening as your knees were growing weak, you wanted nothing more than to run away but you also wanted to let go. You wanted to release and you wanted him to release, inside you.

“You like how my dick feels, right. You like my dick hitting your g spot while your tight little pussy clenches around it, right?” Harry hisses as you feel your body jerk.

“Ye-Yesss.” You moaned out loud as you felt yourself pull away from him slowly, feeling him slip away.

He slipped his arm around your waist and brought your body close to his, pushing himself back into you as he thrusted himself in and out of you. You tossed your head back as you felt your muscles tighten, your pussy starting to slowly clench around his dick as he slipped in and out of you quickly.

“Cum for me, cum for daddy.” Harry whispered hotly into your ear pushing you over the edge.

You whimpered as he slipped his hand to your front, his finger circling your swollen clit. Your body jerked uncontrollably as you gripped the sheets tightly, your jaw clenched as you let out a loud moan releasing all over him. He placed kisses along the column of your neck down to your shoulder as you rode out your high.

You rode out your orgasm and you were calming from the high. You looked over your shoulder to see him smiling down at you. Your eyebrows slowly furrowing as you realized he didn’t release. He slipped himself out of you, he released his grip from you.
“Harry, yo-you didn’t cum.” You whispered as you laid on the bed.

“I know.” Harry simply stated as he stood up and slipped his boxers on.

You laid there with confusion, he always released with or right after your release. You slowly crawled over to his side where he stood, he looked down at you while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Why didn’t you?” You quietly asked as you looked up at him.

“I wanted to feel you release, I like pushing you over to the edge. I wanted to relea-” Harry was saying before you slipped your hand into his boxers.

“Well, now I want you to release.” You said as you slipped his length out and began to stroke it.

He let out a throaty groan as he stood there watching you, your small hand wrapped around him. Your hand moving slowly up and down his length, you place a kiss to his lips as you continue to stroke him.

“Fuck. Just suck it darling.” Harry pleaded as he watched your hand.

You smiled up at him and began to leave a burning trail of kisses down his torso to the base of his aching cock. You slipped his head into your mouth, your tongue quickly circling the head while your eyes look up at him. He looks down at you as you are laid across the bed as he stands there, your mouth taking him in.

You pushed him as far as you could, the head hitting the back your throat as you moaned. Sending vibrations through his body, his cock beginning to twitch inside your mouth. You wrapped your hand around what couldn’t fit your mouth, your hand matching the rhythm and speed of your mouth.

“Fucking hell, you look so fucking sexy.” Harry groans as he wraps your hair around his hand, pushing you to take him in more.

You pull him out, you continue to stroke him as you stand on your knees a press your lips to his quickly. You pull away and bring yourself down to him, you slip his head back into your mouth and slowly begin to suck on it while stroking him.

“Cum for me, daddy.” You whisper seductively as you wink up at him.

His grip on your hair tightens, you take him in again and look up at him. His cock twitching inside your mouth as you bob your head quickly. You don’t take your eyes off of him and continue to take him in as far your can, his head hitting the back of your throat with each bob.

“AH, sh-shit baby.” Harry grunts as he releases into your mouth.

You feel his release, salty on your tongue and thick. You let him ride out his orgasm, you pull him out of your mouth and continue to stroke him. He leans down to you and kisses you, he deepens the kiss not caring that he can taste himself.

“I fucking love you, to the moon and back.” He whispers against your lips. He pulls away and looks down at your bare body.

“I’m sorry Harry, for earlier.” You whisper as you pull his body on top of yours. “I love you babe.” You whisper wrapping your legs around his waist.

He smiled and began to leave kisses and love bites along your shoulder and collarbones.


You two laid there within each other for a good hour, under the duvet and talking about everything. He told you how busy he was with work, you told him how busy you were with work too. He told you that he would be home more, for you and Natalie.

You were happy to hear that, you were finally going to be a family. Things were going to change and for the better. He placed a kiss on top of your forehead as he pulled your bare body with his.

“Let’s have another go, this time slow. Just like how you like it.” He whispered as he played with your hair.

You looked up over at him, you smiled at him and nodded, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Mummy, daddy!” you heard a frantic voice yell as well as pitter patters of small feet coming from the hallway.

Running in came your daughter, she hurried over to you two. “I can’t find Teddy.” She squealed with worry washed over her face.
You looked over at Harry who smiled at you and stood up, slipping joggers on. He walked out the bedroom with your daughter, you were left alone in your bedroom. You stood up and slipped a t shirt of Harry’s over your head, you slipped on some knickers and made way to the washroom.

Everything was back in place, your relationship with Harry was back to how it should be. You pulled your hair up in a ponytail and looked at your reflection, smiling at the love bites he created throughout tonight.

“She’s tucked away.” Harry said approaching you, placing his large hands on your hips. You smiled at him in the mirror. “You know what I was thinking babe.” Harry questioned as he nudge your jaw with his nose.

“What, what were you thinking?” You questioned him.

“Let’s try, try to have another baby. I know it won’t be easy but let’s try.” Harry said as he pulled away from you and brought you to face him.

You looked up at him, you could tell he was serious. He truly wanted to try, to make your family grow.

“Okay.” you said quietly as he cupped your face in his large hands.

anonymous asked:

For the OTP thing Merthur duh

hahaha yessss all of them

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Arthur because he is just that kind of cocky shit who likes to tease people and push boundaries, and he knows that if he does it just a bit and stops, then Merlin won’t be mad and will just curl up against his side and grumble about it for a while looking all cute and grumpy.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

Usually Arthur, but there are times (days, weeks, months sometimes) when the pressure of his position really gets to him and his sex drive will flag due to persistent anxiety. At which point, Merlin deems it his responsibility to make the executive decision of when Arthur needs to be left alone, when he needs to be cuddled and pampered, and when he needs to be fucked hard until he forgets all the pesky worried thoughts in his head. Arthur does not mind handing over this responsibility on those occasions.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Merlin actually really likes bathing Arthur. He gets something very satisfying out of washing him from head to toe, massaging his shoulders, scratching nails over his scalp and making sure soap doesn’t get in his eyes. Sometimes Arthur will get frisky, but mostly they’re both content to let it be a non-sexy intimate thing between them.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Sometimes Merlin has to wonder if Arthur even knows what a shirt IS. Not that he’s complaining, but sometimes there are people coming over to visit and Arthur does need to actually be clothed on those occasions.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Arthur because he’s the one who usually walks away from the fight first and then he’s too stubborn go back in and argue to get his room back. He’ll crash on the couch alone but usually wake up with a blanket and pillow that weren’t there when he went to sleep.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Arthur. He wants the record, the proof, to remind himself that Merlin is there and Merlin is his. He keeps the pictures on his mobile where he can look at them whenever he needs reminding of why he does what he does.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Merlin’s always found it easier to say it. He grew up in a household where such a phrase was common, whereas Arthur had to fight for the merest approval. It falls out of Merlin’s mouth without him hardly noticing, while it takes weeks for Arthur to build himself up to letting the words out. When Merlin uses “i love you” in a fight, they usually keep fighting tbh because it’s nothing unusual. But when Arthur throws it out in the midst of their anger, it usually brings things to a halt because it drives it home to Merlin that he’s really upset/worried/afraid. He doesn’t say it lightly or easily.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Merlin wears Arthur’s. They smell really good and they’re just too-big enough to be slouchy and comfortable.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Arthur wakes Merlin up cuz he’s just not the most considerate person, let’s be honest here. He’ll nudge Merlin until he wakes up so that he can regale Merlin with his newest dream adventure, and Merlin will just give the ceiling his best death glare and make sure to kick Arthur in the shin once he’s “sleeping” again.

As for the nightmares. Well. They’ve both seen and done a lot of shit, but Merlin’s always seems to affect him more deeply. Arthur was raised knowing that he would fight and kill, that it was usually honorable and necessary action. He was prepared for the violence his life would entail. Merlin wasn’t. And he definitely wasn’t prepared for the things he would be pushed into doing for the sake of destiny. Arthur may harbor some guilt, but Merlin is swamped in it and his nightmares usually consist of him, of him losing himself to darkness and doing terrible things. Arthur holds him close and whispers reassurances in his ear that he is good.

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

The only situation in which either of them might cheat would be if Arthur, very early on in the relationship, was heavily pressured by his father to find a respectable princess to marry For The Good Of Camelot. If Uther managed to convince him that the fate of the kingdom rested on Arthur making a good match and siring heirs by her, then he might be able to strong-arm and guilt-trip Arthur into a union like that no matter how strongly Arthur wished to stay with Merlin. And he would feel like utter shit later on when he later rebelled against the arranged marriage and followed his heart back to his real love.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Arthur loves pointing out that Merlin loooooooves him, Merlin thinks he’s haaaaandsome, Merlin thinks he’s the best prince in the wooooorld. Merlin rolls his eyes and hits him with a pillow.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Arthur, because Merlin would never be so inconsiderate to the kitchen staff who have to clean it up (and also knows that the kitchen staff are secretly vicious and liable to slip gross stuff into their food in revenge).

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Merlin actually has a lovely voice, not that many people know it. He sings quietly to himself as he does chores sometimes, but it isn’t until he hears Arthur humming along that he starts poking at Arthur to sing with him. It takes a lot of badgering, but he manages it! (And immediately regrets it because, for all his many skills, Arthur can’t carry a tune in a bucket.)

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Arthur falls in love with hand holding as soon as he realizes that’s a thing he’s allowed to do now. It’s just such a simple gesture of affection, a point of connection, but it means so much to him somehow.

Merlin’s the butt-pincher, and usually right in the middle of important court business just so he can snicker while Arthur goes red in the face and struggles to keep from letting on.

Merlin lives for backwards hugs. He’ll wrap his arms around Arthur from behind and prop his chin on Arthur’s shoulder and just stay there for as long as possible.

Belt loops are Arthur’s favorite way of hauling Merlin in for kisses. Can’t go wrong with hips first ;)

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

Arthur has a tendency to sign his name on anything that stays still long enough. It’s some obnoxious royal tendency to acquire territory and mark it as his own. Merlin would be much more irritated by this if it didn’t give him warm fuzzy feelings to know that Arthur wants to openly claim him.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Merlin actually manages to be seductive under the influence (first drink or two, I mean, past that he’s a mess lol) while Arthur just gets progressively more cheesy and awkward. Merlin is more consistent in his volume in bed, keeping up a pretty steady stream of dirty talk, but Arthur is either all in or all out. He tries so hard to be restrained and dignified, but once Merlin breaks him all bets are off and you can hear his begging from halfway across the castle.

17) Who is more protective?

They are both liable to cut your hand off at the wrist if you lay a finger on their bae. Which is dangerous considering how, well, dangerous both of them can be, lol. They will fucking cut you.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Arthur finds it a lot easier to say things when he knows no one can hear him, so he’ll practice talking about his feelings when Merlin is asleep. That gives him the confidence to say it to him later when he’s awake. (Merlin only fakes being asleep once and then feels guilty about it later when he realized that Arthur did intend to really tell him this stuff later and just wasn’t ready yet.)

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Arthur is one of those people who can’t stand not being the one driving. A backseat driver like nobody’s fucking business, so Merlin just let’s him have the wheel at every opportunity and enjoys the scenery.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Merlin’s more likely to fall asleep during films or netflix binges, in which case Arthur will scoop him up and take him to bed, but Arthur’s more prone to falling asleep at his desk over paperwork. Merlin can’t actually lift Arthur half as well as Arthur can him, so he has to nudge him awake and lead him sleepily back to bed and make sure he doesn’t brain himself on any furniture on the way there, but it’s the thought that counts.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

Merlin will not let Arthur near his head with scissors, that is just a recipe for disaster. Occasionally Arthur will let Merlin give him a trim, but really he’s more inclined toward a real barber.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Arthur’s attempts at sexting are laughable (and Merlin does laugh over them, lovingly and usually with Gwen who has also been subjected to them). Merlin’s pretty good at it, but he’s also really good at intuiting when Arthur will need wholesome encouragement. His sweet feel-good texts are impeccably timed and Arthur sometimes wonders if that’s a side-effect of his magic.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Arthur has always felt drastically unworthy of Merlin’s affections, which Merlin does not understand in the least but works his damnedest to rectify.

Arthur is usually the one in dangerous situations, being a fighter and all, and Merlin spends every battle and every patrol quietly going out of his mind with worry because he knows how likely it is that he’ll get hurt or end up dead if Merlin’s not with him so why isn’t he with him right now??? 

Arthur doesn’t have a lot of experience with healthy interpersonal relationships, he doesn’t quite know how they’re supposed to work, and he always feels that deficit very keenly where Merlin is concerned. He wants to do this right and be good for him and make Merlin happy, but he’s never confident that he’s doing it right. Sometimes his worry over potential mistakes is far worse than the mistake itself, as his constant validation-seeking can get very irksome, but they always work it out somehow.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Arthur tends to catch hold of Merlin as he’s doing the chores or making dinner and just hold him close, swaying and humming and nuzzling at his neck for a moment before letting him go on his way. Merlin always laughs and kisses him protests without an ounce of seriously to it.

Arthur did try to dip Merlin once, but Merlin was so caught off guard that he spazzed out and hit Arthur in the face and they both ended up on the floor, Arthur in pain and Merlin laughing hysterically. Needless to say, he hasn’t tried that again.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Arthur thinks his lines are really smooth but they’re just not and Merlin doesn’t have the heart to tell him how utterly lame they are. He just chokes himself trying not to laugh in Arthur’s face and then responds later with innocent looks and blatant innuendo in very public environments.

26) Who kissed first?

Merlin kissed Arthur, because Arthur would never be the first to cross that line with a person of a lower station than him. He would never impose on Merlin when he couldn’t be 2387% sure that his superior position wasn’t complicating things, pressuring him, making Merlin feel obligated, etc. Merlin needed to be the one to move first and they both knew it. That’s the only thing that gave Merlin the courage to do it: knowing that Arthur was waiting for it.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Arthur. For both of them tbh. Because why would he make his own food when he could have someone else make it and bring it to him? That’s why take away exists and if it’s open at 2am, then why not use it at 2am? And he will absolutely try to get Merlin to fetch water for him in the middle of the night. Sometimes Merlin will grumble and oblige, sometimes he will kick Arthur off the side of the bed entirely, and sometimes he will get up and get the water and then dump it on Arthur’s face. It’s a crapshoot.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Merlin’s more inclined toward the composition of actual creative endeavors. Arthur’s never been big on words, but Merlin can write the hell out of a sonnet when properly moved to it. 

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Is that even a question? Arthur, sweetheart, get down off that parapet, I don’t need a giant banner with my face painted on it to know that you love me, dear lord you’re gonna get hurt!!

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Merlin has a love/hate relationship with his glasses, but Arthur thinks they are the sexiest thing on the planet and does not hesitate to let absolutely everybody know that.

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homuchi  asked:

      “I had a nightmare.”

                 The sentence is softly spoken into the void that sat awkwardly between them ; commented as nonchalant that the red head has ever been with the other. The prongs of the fork rest against her lips while she lets the sentence build within her mind. Finding her exact words on what exactly to say next. Her gazes settles upon nothing in particular , but anywhere  other than homura. 

                                        ‘ I have ‘em pretty often , actually …. I use ta’ think nothin’ of ‘em .. but now I’m not sure what ta’ think … ’

@homuchi | from this meme.

schmity63  asked:

Could you please do a Percy Annabeth prom if you haven't already? I've been having a really rough couple weeks and your stories usually help me a lot.

I’m sorry you’ve a tough couple of weeks! Hopefully this helps make you feel better, at least for a bit. Plus, it makes the perfect 3k thank you! 

I love you all terribly (except that asshole anon from that one time, you can fuck off) and I hope you enjoy!! 

Percy was a complete wreck. Sure, he had faced some of the fiercest monsters and gods the world had to offer but this was different. Being a normal teenager was completely unfamiliar territory that Percy struggled with every day; and now as he waits in his living room, wearing the black suit that Paul had helped him pick out, for Sally to finish helping Annabeth with her hair and makeup, he was struggling to catch his breath. 

Sally cleared her throat and Percy moved to stand up. Just as his eyes rose, Annabeth rounded the corner and Percy’s knees almost gave out. 

This was really not gonna help his breathing. 

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