maybe .. if you and i had met first

//takes a deep breath

ARTHUR WEASLEY IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES AND CERTAINLY THE MOST UNDERRATED OF HARRY’S FATHER FIGURES ok this man:

  • is so passionate about his job and supporting muggle rights that he doesn’t give two shits abt his reputation as a blood traitor even tho it’s apparently the reason he never got promoted at the ministry
  • wrote the book on why u should not enchant muggle objects and literally has a shed full of flying vehicles and shit that he hopes his wife doesn’t find out about??? lmao what a rebel?? i love this guy
  • was concerned about harry before he even met him because ron was worried that he wasn’t responding to letters and when harry came to stay he totally could have been like ‘shit another mouth to feed’ but was really really happy that harry was there and safe??? ‘pls sit next to me at dinner, child, i need to ask you ten thousand questions about muggles’
  • like he was actually the first adult ever besides maybe hagrid to sit there and ask for harry’s opinions and recognize that he had knowledge and thoughts to offer im crying
  • fixed harry’s glasses for him after they broke in the floo ;-;
  • gave zero fucks about what everyone else thought should be done and told harry about sirius black bc he wanted this kid to be aware and safe as possible??
  • dragged the dursleys for not treating their nephew like a human being (and destroyed their living room what a great moment tbh)
  • gives advice that harry remembers years later bc he respects this kind ginger man so much ‘don’t trust something that can think for itself if u can’t see where it keeps its brain’
  • (lol remember that one time molly was upset about death eaters at the quidditch world cup and he made her some tea and then was like ‘i think this needs some whiskey too trust me i’m a doctor’)
  • agreed that harry should be told certain things about the resistance because he knew harry was competent and intelligent enough to handle it but like also kept in mind that harry was a kid in the middle of a war
  • took harry to work with him and made sure he got to his hearing on time and distracted him and ‘smiled at him encouragingly’ when he knew he was nervous im dying this was so sweet
  • was part of the group who threatened the dursleys to keep their hands and shitty attitudes away from harry and he was so ‘light’ and ‘pleasant’ abt it omg this dude was throwing so much shade
  • was ready to fight scrimgeour with remus when the minister wanted to get harry alone and harry had to be like ‘omfg stand down pls’
  • ‘am i about to discover where you, ron, and hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of fred and george’s shop?’ … ‘how did you-?’ …  ‘harry, please. you’re talking to the man who raised fred and george’
  • never raised his voice except for that one time he told a fully trained auror to back the hell off and get out of his way so he could see his injured son and harry literally thought ‘holy shit’ it says so right there in the book u can check
  • fought in the battle of hogwarts and after fred and harry had been killed he went into full on rage mode and teamed up with percy to fuck up the minister for magic
  • owns chickens

bonus: 

‘madame delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss mrs. weasley too. “enchanteé,” she said. “your ‘usband ‘as been telling us such amusing stories!” mr. weasley gave a maniacal laugh; mrs. weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend.’

Oh, you had me living a lie for a year? Maybe I'll just go ahead and dismantle every aspect of your life.

Well I was had! I been took! I been hoodwinked! Bamboozled! Led astray! Run amok!

This is a trailer trash roller coaster. All aboard!

The Lies

I thought I was in a slightly tumultuous but overall fun relationship for a year. I had gotten out of a 12 year relationship when I met Fuckboi, he was so charming and handsome I thought I won the lottery! He was super pushy about saying “I love you” first and defining our relationship. He introduced me to his family. His niece started calling me Auntie. He tells me about his 3 children and their mothers and lies about how the mother of his oldest hates him and is keeping him away from the kid.

But then things started getting weird. His “ex” started calling all the fucking time, multiple times a day. They had children together, but the grandmother had custody the lie I was told to make it seem normal was that both of them had jobs where they traveled a lot, so they signed legal guardianship over to the g-ma to make schooling & emergency issue easier. Then she moved down to the city we were loving in for “work training”. Then she was moving down permanently without the kids. When I asked why the kids weren’t coming, the lie I was told they need to stay in the same school Um, they are 6 and 4 I’d say staying with parents is more important at that age than their peer group. It was weird, but I’m the cool girlfriend and it wasn’t my place to tell them where their daughters should live.

His “work” was in the cannabis industry, kind of. He worked with the “ex” brother in law going to legal states, buying pounds at a time and trafficking it via USPS. So, when he tells me he’s going to Oregon I think nothing of it.

After a week in Oregon, a lot of stories aren’t adding up, like his phone is always dead even though he carries a power bank with him. THEN one of his “friends” starts posting cuddled up selfies with him. I quickly put 2 and 2 together and dump him for cheating on me with this chick in Oregon.

The Truth

After I dumped him I made a messy facebook post on his wall, which the mother of his oldest child sees and she contacts me and lays out the truth!

He never contacts his oldest daughter, even though he has her cellphone. No one is keeping him from her.

  • He owes $20k in back child support for her, as he has never once made a payment and he moves around a lot & works under the table, so the mother was never able to collect garnishments or anything.
  • He has a huge criminal record starting with rape he committed at age 15, and then a lifetime of fraud, larceny and drug charges I knew nothing about!
  • His “ex” who moved to our city was his girlfriend of 9 years who was very much still in a relationship with him
  • They willingly gave up the 2 children because they preferred to use drugs; him - heroin, her - pills
  • There is a FOURTH child!?!?!?! He and the mother conspired to pin the paternity on another poor sap and it’s been 17 years now that this other man has been paying for a kid that is not his
  • I was his side chick
  • His family knew and played along in the lie and included their 10 and 16 year old children in the lie!
  • His chick in Oregon is actually his starcrossed lover from childhood! And every time they would try to be together one or the other would end up in jail!
  • The Oregon chick ALSO has a criminal record highlights include criminally negligent homicide from a DUI where she killed her passenger, fraud, larceny, drug charges

This shocked me, so I paid for a criminal background check which is how I learned of their records.

The Revenge

I PROFUSELY thanked the ex for telling me the truth about the situation. I mulled on it for a bit trying to convince myself to simply consider myself lucky and just walk away with my dignity intact. But then he’d be winning and I knew I had everything in my power to come down on him like Thor’s hammer.

  • I gave the ex ALL of his info - SSN, State ID#s, current and past known addresses. With this she contacted her state’s Child Support Services.
  • He now will have his Drivers license revoked and can’t get one no matter the state he moves to until he is current with his past payments.
  • If he ever gets a real job 25% of his wages will be garnished
  • He now has a warrant for his arrest in the state his oldest kid lives.
  • He’s trying to play house with his new GF and contacted the mother of his oldest to arrange a meeting with his kid and his gf’s child. The mother is “playing nice” and pretending it’s a-go and he is planing a trip to visit the daughter. He will not see her, at the “meeting” he will be seeing the police and they will arrest him for failure to pay, and he won’t get out of jail until he pays a sizable chunk of the $20,000 past-due PLUS bail!
  • I gave the ex his info THE DAY BEFORE his federal tax refund was set to go out, She was fast enough at getting his info to CSS that they INTERCEPTED his full tax refund and now he has for the first time paid for something for his child.
  • His past due child support is also going on his credit report
  • I know the name of the business his ex brother in law owns and uses to launder his drug trafficking money, I dropped a dime to the IRS. So, he’s losing his only steady income soon and can’t get a job a Walmart due to his criminal record, and if he DOES manage to find someone that hires without criminal background checks he will lose ¼ of his paycheck.
  • I told this story to two of my “hacker” friends and they got into contact with hackers more talented than themselves and are now going to “take care of” a few more things for me, like finding the guy who was conned into paying for a kid that’s not his.
Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest

So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.

Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.

Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:

1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard. 

2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.

3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.

4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.

5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)

6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.

7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.

8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.

9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.

10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too. 

11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.

12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too. 

13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.

14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.

15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).

16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.

17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.

18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).

19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year. 

Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):

Razors

Umbrella

Rain boots

Rain coat

Extra towels

Contact solution

Favorite mug

Tea

Stapler

Make up wipes

Facials

Lamp

Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.

I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!

Imagine being in a relationship with Jensen for years and getting married in secret and him revealing it in an interview.

“Well, I really feel like I need to give you great congratulations for the movie once more. Nobody expected it to be such a blockbuster but we were pleasantly surprised, I’m sure it must have been for you too seeing as- it’s the first time you act on a movie together, am I right?” the interviewer asked and you nodded your head, glancing at your costar and… husband.

“Yeah, well I- I’ve been out of the big screen for some time now because I- because of Supernatural, and I love don’t get me wrong. It was my choice because I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, even if sometimes the shooting is exhausting it’s all worth it.” Jensen gave her a charming grin.

“I’ll agree, they’ve got like the best crew I’ve ever met. Everything works out so well and- and that’s even more surprising seeing how much they goof around I- at times I wonder how they get anything done there!” you laughed and Jensen chuckled, nodding his head with a shy smile.

“We’re all a bunch of kids, I’ll admit.” he mumbled as you rubbed his shoulder.

“But they really have the best of the best there. From director, writers, crew to cast, I think that’s what has made the show so successful so I don’t blame Jensen or anyone if they’d never want to leave that! They are really a family and- and you can feel that you know?” you made hand motions “You feel it from the first day and you feel so welcomed you just could as well stay there forever!”

“Speaking of which, though-” the interviewer spoke up with a smile “-Congratulations (Y/n)! I learned that you have been cast to play a surprise character in the show this upcoming season, is it right?”

“Uh yeah, yeah I have! It was amazing, the soonest I found out they wanted someone for a role I just went for it. I didn’t care what it was as long as I could be there even for one effin episode, it will be more than that yeah but still.” you nodded your head.

“Yeah, and I secretly believe that she was just cast to be there to take care of us. I mean “Two oscars?”-” he made a deep voice and a funny face “Screw that, she can keep Jensen and Jared under control; you’re hired!” he slammed his hand on the chair and you giggled as he laughed along with the interviewer.

“I can almost believe that to be honest.” she laughed “But to be honest, and just because we saw how people reacted to the news: Do you not think it has to do with the chemistry you two seemed to have in the movie? And-” she raised a finger “-Before you answer, let me tell you that 9 out of 10 critics pointed out how great your acting together was, as it’s obviously well known. The fans have not stopped shipping you like crazy after this movie, asking for as much as they can get of the two of you together in a screen, big or small.”

Jensen had a sly smirk on his face and you kicked his foot slightly, trying to keep a serious face on “Well-” he cleared his throat, getting a little serious himself, or at least trying to “-I mean look at her!” he showed you off with both his hands “How can someone not have chemistry with this woman?”

You giggled shaking your head with a blush “J!”

“We- we just clicked, from the first moment; I think that was it.” he said with a fond smile and you knew that even if she thought the first day of shooting you could understand he met that first time about ten years ago in a coffee shop “There was a connection, there was defintiely understanding, an unspoken agreement and-”

“Lots of spilled coffee.” you added with a giggle and he laughed next to you.

“Lots of spilled coffee too, yeah.” he had a boyish grin on his face.

“There was chemistry, yeah.” you spoke more softly “Maybe we didn’t see it from the first moment, but it was there. We don’t act like any other couple- screen couple I mean.” you hurried to add “You’d really be surprised to see us communicate, maybe freak out a little bit too.” you chuckled and Jensen did the same “But we- we work, that’s what we know and we’re glad that people could see it as well and that it helped the movie so much; in being believable and true I mean.”

“It really came out of nowhere for some, me including let me tell you. I might be fangirling a little now, but your ship is a really big thing and I know this Halloween what I am going to dress up with my boyfriend. With both the new season of Supernatural and a Sequel in the works the ship has sailed!” she said with a wide grin and you and Jensen laughed.

“You tell me!” he grinned “Wherever I go someone will talk about it and you know what? I completely understand!” he nodded his head.

“Of course you would.” you said with a small smirk and he gave you a look that just made you shift in your place uncomfortably.

“And you know-” he suddenly said, turning to look at the interviewer “I ship it too. Yeah, I ship us like you have no idea but I think I’m the number one fan here because this has been my ship for much longer than yours!”

“Really? That would be an interesting story to hear!”

“Oh you bet!” you exclaimed, remembering how much he tried everything in his power to get to you to say yes in a date with him.

“You know?” she raised an eyebrow and you nodded your head with a grin.

“I was drunk, that’s the only thing I have to say! I was drunk, for everything! Just getting it out there, before he says anything.”

“Excuse me?!” he gasped, looking at you in fake shock that made you and the other woman laugh “Ouch!” he placed a hand over his chest.

“You know what?” he looked at the interviewer “You think a woman loves you, you do everything together: Jump off cliffs, kill aliens, go through the end of the world and almost give your life for each other and that’s what she says: I was drunk. Pff” he scoffed, shaking his head “You end up getting married and after almost a year she tells me she was just drunk, can you believe that?” he asked, his voice almost squeaky as the woman stared with almost wide eyes between the two of you, her smile vanishing slowly as she got more shocked.

“Wh-what?”

“No, really. I even buy her flowers every chance I get- not just anniversaries but well, she was obviously drunk when she said yes.” he said with a clearly fake hurt face and you giggled as the interviewer gaped at you.

“You two are-” she ended up grinning as you nodded your head with a shy smile

“Ask the wife.” he said with a small pout as he rested his chin on his hand, his wedding ring more evident at that moment.

1. I just don’t care anymore. I care about you as a person, sure. I always will. But not as my person.
2. I no longer feel butterflies in my stomach when you text me, only apprehension and confusion.
3. Your life no longer impacts me; there is no “us.”
4. I always thought of you as an appendage to me and so when you left instead of sadness it felt more like phantom limb syndrome, but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.
5. I will always miss you a little; I will miss the person I first met and the opportunities we once had. But that was the old you, and I don’t think the old you is coming back.
6. I never fantasized about having your last name next to mine or scribbled it into the margins of my notebook, and maybe that says something about the future we never really had together.
7. Each day I find myself thinking of you less and less and maybe one day I won’t think about you at all.
8. I thought we could be friends; I thought I would need your companionship, but we were never friends and we probably never will be.
9. I finally threw out the pictures of us together. I had been so afraid that if I threw out the pictures I would be throwing out those moments too, but memories aren’t disposable. I will always cherish them, but I don’t need them anymore.  
10. The human skin replenishes every 27 days. My mind remembers you, my heart remembers you, but my skin has never met you. It has never felt your hand on it while you laughed at one of my jokes. It has never felt you dig your fingers into my neck when you tried to keep me. I don’t think it ever will, and that’s ok with me.
—  10 things I wanted to tell you since we broke up. Part II
I remember when we first met and you held my hand everywhere we went,
I knew it would hurt when you finally let go but not this much, not like this,
The thing is, you never really did let go,
You just loosened grip,
Just to make me want to hold you closer to make sure you could never leave,
You left me hanging by a last string,
You made me believe I had you but only just,
Maybe you were never the one who was suppose to let go,
Maybe it was me all along,
So I guess this is me,
Loosening my grip completely,
Letting you go.
—  Being the one who lets go doesn’t make it hurt any less.
OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.

I Think I’m Yours

Request: “Eye colour Soulmate AU (where people are born with heterochromatic eyes, and they only revert to their genetically inherited colour when they interact with their soulmate.)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1028

Warnings: None

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon


Newt sifted through his writing, letting out a long, tired sigh as he looked for a certain paragraph that he had forgotten to edit. His eyes, one blue and one green, flitted across the pages lazily, only half-heartedly putting effort into the search.  

“Newt!” A voice called. “Order for Newt!”

He jumped to his feet, running a hand over his face in an attempt to push away the creeping tiredness. Editing his manuscript was such a monotonous job that even now, in the early hours of the afternoon, he longed for his bed. He came before the little lady who held out the paper bag containing his lunch and a cup of coffee. She looked up to him, doing a double take as she spotted his eyes. Then she cast a sorry gaze upon him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Newt took the meal, ashamedly hanging his head lower as he walked back to his table. Not many people noticed, but once up close many could tell the slight significance in the hue of his eyes.

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the last five years lyrics sentence starters.

  • ❝  i’m still hurting.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ is probably feeling just fine.  ❞
  • ❝  what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?  ❞
  • ❝  run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve been waiting for someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath.  ❞
  • ❝  well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true.  ❞
  • ❝  you are the story i should write.  ❞
  • ❝  i think that i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i guess i can’t believe you really came.  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago.  ❞
  • ❝  and you’re mine.  ❞
  • ❝  with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong.  ❞
  • ❝  you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts?  ❞
  • ❝  you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick!  ❞
  • ❝  and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends!  ❞
  • ❝  i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m a part of that.  ❞
  • ❝  and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue.  ❞
  • ❝  i said i’d stick it out and follow through.  ❞
  • ❝  and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  first, a story.  ❞
  • ❝  then the clock upon the wall began to glow…  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?  ❞
  • ❝  have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you?  ❞
  • ❝  he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night.  ❞
  • ❝  son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right!  ❞
  • ❝  so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene!  ❞
  • ❝  have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?  ❞
  • ❝  i do.  ❞
  • ❝  you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them!  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy!  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation.  ❞
  • ❝  i shouldn’t care what she thinks since i can’t fuck her anyways!  ❞
  • ❝  when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck!  ❞
  • ❝  i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels!  ❞
  • ❝  can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel?  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t we get to be happy?  ❞
  • ❝  no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’  ❞
  • ❝  this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i thought, i can do better than that.  ❞
  • ❝  you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me.  ❞
  • ❝  i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you.  ❞
  • ❝  say you’ll move in with me.  ❞
  • ❝  nobody needs to know.  ❞
  • ❝  hold on, don’t cry yet.  ❞
  • ❝  since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t kiss me goodbye again.  ❞
  • ❝  you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now.  ❞
  • ❝  goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call.  ❞
  • ❝  i have been waiting for you.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m not the only one who’s hurting here.  ❞
  • ❝  i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried.  ❞
  • ❝  all i could do was love you hard and let you go.  ❞
  • ❝  god, i loved you so.  ❞
  • ❝  so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go.  ❞
BTS Reaction: Them finding out that they’re your first boyfriend even though you were very popular in HS and got proposed many times(request)

Hi everyone! I’m Admin Cloud and I’m a new admin to Nothing-but-kpop-dreams. I’m sorry that this took so long to write this is also my very first reaction. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon - You were at home cleaning up your closet and Namjoon decided to come over to help. Your room was a complete mess when he came over. There were clothes everywhere and it took you a bit of time to answer the door.

“Took you long enough” He chuckled walking into your small apartment.

“Sorry.” You apologize.

Leading him into your room, he laughs out loud at how messy your room was. Although it may sound embarrassing, it didn’t bother you at all since you’ve already seen how messy his room can get. Rolling your eyes, you go back into your closet taking out more clothes that either didn’t fit you or didn’t suit your liking. Looking up, you see one last box at the top of your closet. Curiously, you tippy toe up and reach for it, you hands barely grazing the side of the box. You jump up a little and still couldn’t reach it. You turn around lips pursed together as you look at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He laughs before walking over and grabbing the box for you.

“Geez, What’s in here? Rocks?” He asks as he sets the heavy box on the floor.

“Hmm, let’s find out” You reply, sitting down on the floor and opening the big box.

Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s a box full of your old high school things. Namjoon sits down next to you grabbing your senior yearbook.

“Oh wow I haven’t looked at this in so long” You thought out loud, as Namjoon flips through the pages.

You recall memories you had in high school to Namjoon, mostly about old friends and teachers. Suddenly he turns to the sports and clubs section of the yearbook and notices you in almost all the clubs and sports.

“Wow. Cheer captain?” He marveled.

“Yeah….”

“I’m guessing you were really popular back then. How many guys did you date?” he asks curiously.

“None.” you smile.

“Wait. How many exes have you had?”

“None”

“So–I’m your first boyfriend?”

“Yes. Namjoon. You are my first boyfriend”

He chuckles to himself as he wraps an arm around you and kisses you on the cheek.

“So looks like the nerdy guy gets the beautiful cheerleader in the end”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jin / Kim Seokjin - You are a famous idol part of a rising girl group from a small company almost unheard of. After the release of your debut song, your group gained so many new fans that you felt the need to do a vlive to interact with your fans. A few months before, as trainees, your group got the chance to meet BTS. Giving you guys encouraging advice on your upcoming debut, at the time, you’ve gotten close with Jin. The connection you two had, was indescribable. Soon after, you and Jin started a relationship, that only grew stronger as the days turn into months. When he publicly announced your relationship, the backlash was almost unbearable, making your company second guess the group’s debut date. Luckily another scandal bigger than your relationship with Jin sprouted making everyone turn away from your relationship to focus on other news. When your group debuted the song, it was almost as if all the hate turned into love, as your groups follower count gained more and more.

So here you are sitting in front of your iPhone camera, and answering questions being sent in from your fans.

“Hello everyone! Thanks for joining me today while I eat my dinner” You say into the camera, pulling out a bowl of jajangmyeon.

Putting some of the noodles into your mouth, you keep an eye on the live comments as people commented on how cute you looked. You smiled with cheeks filled.

“I’ll be answering questions now, so send in your questions!” You announce as you stuff your mouth with more noodles. Reading some of the comments, you notice a bunch of “Will you marry me’s” and “I love you’s”.

Smiling, you put up a heart, “I love you too!” you say.

Going through as many questions as you can do, one comment sticks out to you.

“Is Jin the most handsome boyfriend you’ve ever had?”

You smile widely, blushing at the thought of your boyfriend.

“Of course he’s the most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had, because he’s the only one I’ve ever had”

The comment section over-flooded with cute reactions. Mostly fans fangirling about your relationship. Suddenly, Seoyeon (One of your group members) rushes into your room hold up her phone to your face.

“Yah! Y/n, Sunbaenim’s on the phone!” She exclaims handing you her phone.

Taking the phone from her, you put the phone on speaker, getting closer to the camera.

“Yah! Jagi, Of course I’d be your first boyfriend! You were waiting for someone as handsome as me to claim as your first.”

Originally posted by kawaiimoonlight

Suga / Min Yoongi - Late nights with Yoongi was a typical thing for the both of you. You thought instead of parting Yoongi away from his music, maybe you should just join him at the studio. After the first couple of nights, it became a routine, for you to go to Yoongi’s studio right after work. One night after work you picked up some coffee for the both of you and immediately went straight to the studio. Walking into the room, Yoongi spins around on his chair facing you.

“Were you expecting coffee? Cuz I originally wanted to surprise you with this.” You laugh lifting up the cardboard tray.

“No,” he started “I just needed you”

Smiling, you place the coffee on the side table and walk over to Yoongi giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I need your help with something” Yoongi said with a soft smile.

“What do you need help with?” You ask curiously.

“I’m stuck with this one song I’m working on. It’s about a break up, and I feel like there isn’t enough emotion in it.”

“Yeah?”

“When you and your ex broke up, how did it feel? Did you feel any kind of hurt? Was the hurt painful?” He asked

“Oh,” you say shyly “Uhm, I’ve never had a break up”

“I should’ve expected that you were the heart breaker” He sighs chuckling.

You start to blush at his assumption.

“No… uhm I’ve never been through a break up,” you stated “ever.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock.

“So that means?”

“You’re my first boyfriend.” You smile shyly, as you pull on the sleeves of your hoodie

“Wha– How? You’re one of he most beautiful girl’s I’ve ever met. Other guys must’ve fawned over you”

“Well…Maybe I didn’t like the other guys”

Originally posted by agustdv

J-Hope / Jung Hoseok - It was one of those days where you and Hobi would stay at home and do absolutely nothing. You and Hoseok were sitting on the couch watching TV when your phone started to ring. You get up from Hoseok’s side and walk over to the counter to reach your phone. Looking at the number, you tilt your head to the side, not knowing who it was. Answering the facetime call, you see your old friend Doyoon pop up on the screen. You scream in excitement, frightening Hoseok in the process.

“Doyoon! It’s been forever!!” You exclaim

“I missed you too Y/n” he replies smiling at you.

After hearing a deep voice reply, Hoseok rushes over to your side curious to see who you were talking to. Engulfed in your conversation, you didn’t notice Hobi walking toward you, until he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Oh! Hobi, This is my old friend Doyoon” You say showing Hoseok the screen.

“Is this your boyfriend?” He asks

You nod, smiling.

“Y/n and I have been friends since we were in high school. You should’ve seen how the guys worshiped her, she got asked out left and right,” he laughed “Even I asked her out!”

You feel Hoseok tighten behind you.

“But she always rejected everyone! You’re a lucky man” He laughed

You smile as he loosens up. Hoseok lets go of your waist and goes to the kitchen to grab something to drink. You and Doyoon continue to talk, as Hoseok listens quietly.

“You’re modeling now! I saw your photos in a magazine not too long ago!”

“Yeah I’m living the dream! Anyways I have to go, my manager’s calling. I’ll talk to you soon boo-boo”

As you end the call, you see Hoseok leaning against the counter looking down at his drink. You walk around and stand behind Hobi, wrapping your arms around him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, leaning your head against his back.

“I don’t understand why you picked me for your first boyfriend” He sighs

“Why would you say something like that?” You questioned, frowning as you let go to face him.

“Your friend. He’s a model.”

“Hoseok, I couldn’t date him even if I wanted to. Besides I don’t want to be with him, I want to be with you”

“Y/n  you are so beautiful, it’s a miracle that you actually said yes to me. Why wouldn’t you want to be with someone who’s as good looking as you are, like Doyoon?”

You roll your eyes.

“Because he’s gay.”

Hoseok’s cheeks burn red as walks over and hugs you burying his face in your shoulder as he laughs in embarrassment.

“I love you too Hobi” You laugh.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Park Jimin - After visiting your home town, You and Jimin were on the train heading back to Seoul. While you were there, Jimin learned more about your childhood and where you grew up. The second you stepped off the train, you bumped into many of your old classmates, who revealed to Jimin your soaring popularity in high school. Upon hearing this, Jimin was shocked to find out that he was your first boyfriend and questioned how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you. Here you both were sitting side by side on the train back home enjoying the last few hours you had together before going back to the busy city and back to the busy schedules of reality.

Suddenly a random man probably a couple of years younger than you appears by your side, smiling widely. You shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“uh…” You say awkwardly

The guy gasps. You notice his ears starting to get redder and redder by the second.

“You look just like a fairyyy,” he started “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment.

“Oh…Uhm I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are” You say in the most polite way you can.

“Oh gosh. You actually said something to me”

Almost immediately, someone you assumed was his friend, pulls him away apologizing as they walk in the other direction. You quickly turn to Jimin. Your face heated.

“Did that just happen?” You ask confused.

“Trust me, I can’t believe you’re talking to me either” he laughs.

Originally posted by minblush

V / Kim Taehyung - It was midnight. You and Tae have yet to fall asleep so here you both were sitting cross legged in front of each other on your bed. You two started off talking about your day at work, but soon after that you talked about almost everything. As soon as you started a new topic about politics, Taehyung groaned falling over to his side and laying on your bed. He takes one of your pillows and props his arm on it, leaning his head on his hand.

“I don’t wanna talk about politics, that’s what old people talk about.” He whined

He sits up again, scooting even closer to you.

“Let’s play 21 questions” he suggests.

“Tae,” You laugh “You already know everything about me”

“Not everything!”

“Fine” You sigh in defeat. “You first”

“Hmm,” He chirped “If you could have any name besides your own what would it be?”

“Uhm…maybe (whatever name you like) because I like the way it sounds” You replied

He smiles, nodding his head.

“Your turn” he says.

“What is something you want to improve on?”

“I want to improve on my drawing” He smiles.

You’ve seen some of his drawings and it always impresses you. How talented this man is, you never understood.

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

“One.” You reply casually.

“I know you were popular in high school! How can you have had only one boyfriend?”

Your cheeks burned a rose color, as you played with your hair.

“I didn’t date anyone in high school”

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Wait.”

“You’re my first one” you say hiding your face.

“Jagiyaaaaa” He says hugging you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me??”

“You didn’t ask” You laugh.

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

Jeon Jungkook - It was a nice day out. You and Jungkook decided to go out on a walk around the nearby park. Enjoying each other’s company, you two walked in silence. Hand in hand, you lean your head on his shoulder when you hear someone calling your name.

“Y/N!”

Looking up you see a girl around the same age as you running up to you two. You smile politely at her, not knowing who she is. Jungkook looks at you confusingly as you shrug at him, confused as well.

“Y/N!,” The girl exclaims “Hi! It’s been so long”

“Hi” You reply politely with a hint of awkward.

“It’s me! Jihyun, we were both on the cheerleading team in high school”

Your eyes widen as you remember Jihyun, she was one of the cheerleaders you were acquaintances with in high school.

“Jihyun! You look gorgeous! How have you been?” you say.

“I’ve been good!” she smiles, and glances over to Jungkook. Her eyes widen.

“Is this your boyfriend?”

You smile widely at Jungkook, as he pulls you to his side.

“Yes,” you giggle “He is.”

“Oh my gosh! I wish you were in the same high school as y/n and I,” Jihyun starts “She was soooo popular. Almost all the boys asked her out. She even got proposed to”

You feel Jungkook shift uncomfortably next to you.

“How did you get y/n to say yes?” She asked

“Huh?” Jungkook asked confused.

“Yeah! y/n would reject guys left and right.,” she beamed “She even rejected the most popular guy in school”

You look down, shyly as you feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks. Jihyun’s phone buzzes. She looks down at her phone and her eyes widen.

“Oh, It looks like I gotta go,” she apologizes “I hope we could meet up again y/n it was nice running into you.”

Jihyun walks the other way, waving as she left. Suddenly you turn to Jungkook with blushed cheeks. He looks at you adoringly, as his smile grows wider.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I’m your first boyfriend?” He asks.

“You never asked.” You reply laughing.

“So I guess that I’m better than the most popular guy at school”

Originally posted by jeonwilds

-Admin Cloud

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

home || nolan holloway smut

request: Hi! I’m in love with your writing and I was wondering if you could write something for Nolan based off these two from the dating headcanon (late night drives to the middle of nowhere and looking at the stars, soft sex)
pairing: reader x nolan holloway
warning(s): SMUT (please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable)
listen to: faux - ed tullett, novo amor
word count: 2.887
note(s): this is my first time writing smut so please FORGIVE ME BC IT’S PROBABLY TRASH, and also nolan isn’t a bad guy he’s just a scared little puppy fite me on thiS.

Originally posted by fytwolf

“Look at him! Look!”

You were jolted awake by a yelp, followed by the sound of a young male yelling and people murmuring. Quickly moving the book off your lap, you stood up from the library floor and made your way to the where the commotion was coming from. You see Nolan, your boyfriend of almost a year, gripping Corey’s wrist in one of his hands, and a pen with blood covering the tip in his other.

Your eyes widen as you understood what Nolan had done and without a thought you quickly walk over to him. Nolan’s attention was averted from Corey’s ability to heal from a stab in less than 5 seconds to the sound of your heeled boots clicking against the wood floor, as he looked up at you. On your face he noticed a mixture of emotions; fear, worry, anger.

“Nolan, what the hell?!” you pried his hand from Corey’s wrist and dragged him out of the library, to the parking lot where you stopped, pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath. “What were you thinking? You’re gonna get suspended!”

“(Y/N), you don’t understand! I’m trying to prove it.” Nolan stuffed his pen into his backpack and took a step towards you. But just as he took a step forward, you took one backwards.

“Prove what?” you shook your head as you scoffed.

“Corey isn’t just human. You’ve seen him disappear and then appear out of nowhere. Neither is Liam, haven’t you seen him throw a lacrosse ball into the net and it just– it just pierces through? And you know that the “wolf” on the lacrosse field the other night wasn’t just a “wolf”. And what about the thing in the lib-”

“Nolan, just let it go, please.” You stepped forward until you reached him and took his hands in yours, rubbing his fingers gently with your thumb. He roughly broke out of your hold and slammed a fist against the school wall.

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first date with peter parker headcanons ✿

-you were sitting together in biology when peter asked you out for the first time

- “hey, so, I was thinking maybe, if you wanted, we could maybe like…hang out? outside of school? at a…a place?”

- “a place?”

- “yeah, like a… food place?”

-a food place.

-smooth af, peter

-you accepted, of course

-though you were giggling so he thought you were kidding

-but you just found how awkward he was being about it so cute

-that night you met up at a thai restaurant

-peter’s aunt may had done his hair for him 

-which he told you for some reason lmao

-but you could tell bc it was combed down super neat and he kept touching it

-he was REALLY NERVOUS

-like he’d keep blurting out random shit because he didn’t know what to say

- “hey so the…theweathertoday? socloudywoahkfncjanjd”

- “hahah………..yea…………….”

-BUT YOU GOT THROUGH EVENTUALLY

-and once you did it was so good

-the two of you talked about literally everything

-from books to movies to conspiracy theories

-to his stark internship and the avengers

-to your dreams for the future n everything in between

-every now and then your hands would touch over the table!!!!

-or your feet would bump together and your faces would go b r i g h t  red

-when your food came u ended up sharing

-and you drank an iced tea with two straws

-in true date fashion

-tbh one each would have been better bc it was some real good tea

-but oh well

-anyway

-as the sky outside grew darker and you finished your food you both felt a lil sad

-bc neither of you wanted to leave

-you stayed half an hour after the place closed

-but they finally kicked you out bc it was clear u weren’t planing on leaving any time soon

-so the two of you loitered around outside for a little while

-it was so cold tho

-so he gave you his jacket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-and he walked you to your place with your shoulders brushing as you talked in hushed voices

-y’all purposely took the longest route possible too

-bc the thought of going home n not being able to be with him anymore was sAD

-but eventually, you had to go home )-:

-peter walked you up to your doorstep with his hands in his pockets

-and as you went to take off his jacket, he stopped you and told you to keep it

-<3 <3 <3

-yall stood there kind of awkwardly for a sec

-but then he hugged u reeeeal tight with a big ass grin

-“I had fun tonight”

-“yeah, me too ((-:”

-“well… I’ll see u tomorrow?”

-“yea, see u tomorrow.”

-“alright, well………goodnight, y/n <3 (-:”

“night, peter ((-:”

Warmth

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Beast!Adam x Reader

Warmth

Prompt: how about some beast!Adam cuddles?

Note: Yaaaaaaaaassssss *Edit* I went a little overboard on this one, but I think its p cute.

A few months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Adam seemed so different from the version of him you had first met. The servants all agreed: everything had changed that night you brought him home. He was softer, warmer, he smiled more. Some of them swore they had even heard him laugh.

Maybe there was something there that wasn’t there before.

They knew that whatever that something was, it was something you had brought back in him. Every day, Adam was more like the young prince the castle’s staff had grown so fond of and less like the dark prince his father had twisted him up to be.

Recently, he had shown you his spectacular library, and now the two of you spent the majority of your long days reading together. And because it was always winter here, you tended to get quite cold, even with the fireplaces and blankets that were so abundant in the castle. Nothing seemed to help shield you from the chills.

Nothing except Adam.

You had found that if you sat close enough to him on the couch, his warmth seemed to chase away the cold. Most days you would sit with your body touching his. You thought you were subtle about it, but he noticed that your shivers seemed to disappear when he was near.

And so, he decided to work up the courage to address it.

“So…”

“Yes?” You asked, sliding a bookmark into the large leather-bound book in your hands.

“I heard from Mrs. Potts that you get quite cold at night.” You looked up at him, but he looked away as soon as you met his gaze.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A little.”

“And I’m always quite warm at night, what with all of this…fur.” he motioned to himself. “So if you’d like to…”

“Thank you.” You gave a grateful smile and scooted a little closer to him on the couch in the library. After reopening your book, you rested your head on his shoulder, and Adam swore his heart skipped a beat.

***

“H-hello?” you knocked on the door to Adam’s chambers later that night wearing a white nightgown and some slippers. “Adam?”

The door swung open, and there he was, wearing a nervous sort of grin. You could see the secret fear hidden in his eyes, but you didn’t know why. The staff did, though. They were all hoping, praying that tonight would be their last night as knickknacks.

“Come on in.” he motioned for you to come inside and then led you over to the bed, where he had pulled back the blankets. He climbed in before you, heart racing as he waited for you to slip beneath the covers. After a long beat of silence, he spoke. “I suppose it’s foolish.”

“Hmm?”

“For a creature like me to try to win your affections.” His eyes were sad. You reached up and stroked the fur of his jaw.

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.” You stretched and yawned. “I dunno, Adam. I’m pretty fond of you.” He laid back against his mountain of pillows. Tentatively, you crawled on top of him, letting him embrace you in his large arms. You exhaled a deep sigh. “Ohhhhh,”

“What?”

“You’re so warm…”

“One of the few advantages of this form.” He chuckled. “I’ve never been cold in the time I’ve been this…”

“Can we make this a recurring thing?” You mumbled. The lamps seemed to turn themselves off. “Please? God, you’re warm.”

“I think that could be arranged.” Adam feared his heart might leap out of his chest. You were here. You were curled up in his arms, and you seemed to be more than content. He closed his eyes, and took a breath.

You were slipping away, deep into sleep. What you said next was so quiet, he barely heard it before falling asleep himself.

“I love you.”

***

Sunlight streamed through the window early the next morning, and when you opened your eyes, you remembered that you weren’t in your room. You were in Adam’s. But something was different.

Very different.

“Aah!” You bolted upright at the sight of a stranger in Adam’s bed. He blinked a few times. Your alarmed yell had dragged him out of his slumber.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked. It was then that he took a moment. His voice sounded…different. Higher than usual. And his paws weren’t paws at all. They were hands. He reached up to touch his face, and instead of fur, he came in contact with skin. You had done it. You’d freed him.

“How did you get in here? W–who are you?!”

“It’s me!” He shouted. His expression softened and he reached out for your hand. “It’s Adam.”

“Adam…” Your voice was quiet.

“You broke the spell.” In his eyes, you could see him. They were the same even though everything else had changed. “You…you love me.”

“I do.” You nodded. He cupped your face with gentle hands, relishing in the feeling of his skin against yours. You were so soft. And he soon discovered that your lips were equally as pleasant.

***

After a long day of jubilant celebration and more hugs than you could count, you soon found yourself standing outside Adam’s chambers. They were brighter now. The things he had destroyed in his beastly anger had been miraculously repaired, along with the rest of the castle. The servants were free too. They had returned to their human forms the previous night and had had their celebrations, but had decided not to wake you or Adam, as you were peacefully tangled in your slumber.

There had been a magnificent ball. The people of the village had finally remembered everyone here. The curse was gone, and so was the endless winter, instead replaced with a beautiful spring.

You knocked on the door, and almost immediately, it swung open, revealing your fiancé who was smiling brighter than you had ever seen. He picked you up and twirled you around, causing you to laugh and smile. As soon as he had you back on your feet, he pressed several kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and then finally your lips, relishing in their sweet taste.

“Well you certainly are excited, Adam. It’s just me.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, of course I’m excited to see you!” His arms were snug around your waist, and he pulled you to him, holding you against his chest. You rested your head in the crook of his neck. His voice was no more than a soft whisper in your ear. “I love you more than you could ever understand.”

“And I love you more abundantly than the stars in the sky.” You replied, hugging him tight. He sighed a warm breath. If Adam had his wishes, he would never let you go, but your proclamation of love was followed very quickly with a yawn. He didn’t blame you for being tired. It had been a long day for the both of you.

“Are you tired, love?”

“A bit.” You admitted. He pulled away to look at you. His hands cupped your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks.

“Let’s go to bed, then.” He suggested. You nodded and followed him over. Once the two of you had gotten settled, you took a deep breath as you listened to his heartbeat. Adam’s soft lips pressed against your forehead and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It had been only last night that the two of you had been in the same position. Except, he had been much larger and covered in fur. He chuckled a little at the thought. It seemed so far away. That entire chunk of his life was beginning to feel far off, when really it had only been yesterday.

“Hmm?” You asked.

“Do you mind it?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m…different now?”

“You’re still the man I fell in love with. With or without all the fur.” You replied. “And you’re still very warm.” He chuckled.

“Well good.” He kissed your forehead again.

“But…”

“Hmm?”

“How would you feel about growing a beard?” you asked teasingly. He let out a playful little growl, causing your heart to race in exhilaration.

“Consider it done.”

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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The Breeding Programme Part 2

PART 1

Her days continued in a similar manner for the next two months, she had passed the halfway mark and was starting to be unable to hide her belly, no matter how she tried. She rubbed where the baby had kicked. It was an odd sensation, but one she came to not loathe as she thought she would. She was frustrated again, her needs sexually were being met, but she still yearned for savoury foods. Her foods were bland as a result of the pregnancy, all she could do was endure, but much to her shame, she had wept more than once over it.

When the Boss came back to her room after her mid-morning orgasm session, she looked at him oddly. ‘You need to meet the others.’ She looked at him silently. ‘They’ll be the ones helping you soon, so you may as well get to know them.’ he walked over and rubbed her breasts through her top, they had grown substantially in preparation for the birth, but with the baby being taken away, she felt it was a wasted effort. He turned her and pulled up her dress, taking himself out of his trousers before pressing into her, noting she was still wet from the morning and began to fuck her again. She said nothing, she just moaned as the head of his cock rubbed her cervix the way she adored. His hands were tight on her hips, he then slipped them back to her ass and spread her cheeks, kneading the two globes before toying with the puckered hole.

‘Fuck, yes.’ she shrieked in pleasure, ‘Play with my ass, please.’

‘You little cock slut.’ he played with her ass more, feeling her get wetter around him before pressing his thumb in and feeling her come around him, he finished immediately after, pressing in as far as he could so that he filled her pussy with come again. ‘When you are done here Kitten, you are coming home with me.’ he pulled out, making an obscene wet pop noise as he did so.

She said nothing, she simply swallowed her self-loathing at her actions, she always loved anal, her pregnancy had only intensified her lust for it. She had not been able to control herself. The idea that she had a while left of popping out children scared her, the idea that after that, she would be forced to be the Boss’s fucktoy only caused her more concern. She only hoped he would have a new toy by then. He pulled down her dress and forced her to stand straight again, she groaned as she did so, rubbing where the baby had kicked as a result of being jolted around.

When he put his hand where she had rubbed, she stilled. She did not want the baby, but neither did she want him at it. ‘A little mover.’ He grinned. ‘You are such a good girl, giving us this little joy, if you only knew.’

‘Who…what will happen…?’

‘It will go to someone who wants it, who will raise it well. That is all you need worry about.’

‘The father?’

‘That is none of your concern.’ he stated firmly. She said no more. ‘If you want one of your own, you will have one, after you finish your contract here.’

She felt bitter, contracts usually required the uncoerced involvement of those in a situation, she very much was never even consulted.

‘Now, go talk to the other girls, six months alone is not healthy, even for a little hermit like you.’ he pushed her towards the door. With come dripping out of her and down her legs, she walked forward, hating the feeling between her thighs of her tender pussy lips. She walked out and noticed what she always assumed was a plain wall had a door open in it, she was brought forward and into a large kitchenette and lounge area where there were several other girls she could see, all between the ages of twenty and thirty and all seemingly at different stages of pregnancy. ‘Girls, this is Kitten. Kitten, these are your fellow broodmares, this over here is Poppet, she is our head girl, seven she has had, this is eight and nine.’ the oldest girl stood proudly behind the counter. ‘She’ll look after you. Poppet, I told you about her, look after her.’

‘Sure thing.’ The other woman smiled. He turned and left, leaving her alone with women all staring at her. ‘Come on, we won’t bite.’ Poppet smiled. ‘I know it’s scary, but you’ll be fine, we are all in this together, we understand how you are feeling.’ she walked over and encouraged her to the counter. ‘So, what have you been craving.’

‘Em, just…Doritos, I suppose, and cheese.’ She half whispered.

‘Ooh, let me guess, a boy?’ she grinned.

‘I…I dunno, I…they couldn’t tell.’

‘My money is on a boy, every boy I had made me want savoury. Same with Lamb and Bunny.’ she pointed to two of the other girls, who nodded. ‘Trixie over has only had one girl so far, she is due to be covered again in the next few weeks, we don’t get to know these things really,’ she pointed to another girl ‘And Darling and Amore are on their firsts too, and they both have girls.’ she pointed to two more. ‘We also have Lady, she is on number four, LuLu, she is on six, MiMi, is on three and four and then FiFi is on two.’ She pointed to each girl as she spoke about them. ‘There is one more, her name is Bitch, no doubt you heard her before.’ She assumed that was the woman she heard being whipped. ‘She is named well, she does nothing she is told to do and just won’t accept it, it is so much easier when you accept it. I have one more and it is my turn to go.’

‘Yeah, yeah, quit bragging.’ The girl called Bunny groused playfully.

‘Bunny is second-in-command, she is the joker of the group, but the guys know she is playful, not troublesome.’ Poppet smiled. ‘So how long did it take you to settle, it must have been fast.’

‘I…I never fought.’

‘Really? Smart girl, they must have been weirded out by that.’ she laughed.

‘Yeah, I think Matthews was weirded out.’

‘John is lovely, when you behave, the Russian is stern though.’ She frowned at Poppet’s analysis, she always found Sergei easier to deal with, he tended to be nicer, though Matthews was always pleasant with her too. ‘Maybe because I tried kicking him in the nuts the first day I met him.’

‘What…What is this place?’

‘A breeding centre.’ she explained. ‘People want babies, we give them to them. Usually, the sperm is of someone they like something about, then we carry the pregnancy, decided by our general look, or I think from what I heard of you, demeanour.’ She nodded, she had heard that several times. ‘Apparently, your guy is very famous, a VIP donor.’

‘Do they…are they willing donors?’

‘Most, not all, I don’t think your guy knows.’ Poppet revealed. She felt somewhat sorry for him, not knowing that he had a child of his genetics on the way.

‘Do you know…?’

‘Some famous British actor apparently.’ She stated ‘Other than that, we haven’t found out.’ She handed her a bowl of nachos. ‘Not Doritos, but something.’

‘Thank you.’ she bit into it and moaned, ‘Oh God, they’re better.’

Poppet and the others laughed, ‘Good, enjoy. We are about to watch a movie, wanna join?’

With nothing better to do, she did, the sofa, though comfy, made her back hurt. She noted the others did not have the same issue. Halfway in, she had to get up. ‘Sorry.’

‘Walk it off, aches usually mean you need to stretch and exercise.’ LuLu suggested.

‘Yeah.’ With a hand on her stomach, she left the room, deciding to just pace the corridor a few times. The exercise did her some good, she felt as though she was not as sore after a few bouts.

‘Kitten?’ she turned to see Sergei and Matthews behind her. ‘What are you doing?’

‘My back hurts, I just…I was only walking, I swear.’ she saw the cameras on both ends of the corridor on her pacing. ‘Check them,’ she pointed, ‘I swear, I only wanted to move around.’

‘Okay Kitten, calm down,’ Sergei stepped forward, speaking calmly.

Matthews pulled a radio from his belt and spoke to someone, she could not hear him. A moment later, he pulled it away again. ‘Alright, she’s telling the truth, she’s done about four laps of just walking. Does that sound about right Kitten?’ She nodded. ‘You’re not supposed to be here alone.’

‘I’m sorry, I just needed to walk.’

‘Okay, if you want to walk, come on.’ Matthews grinned and pressed his thumbprint into the wall at the end of the hall, ‘Come on.’ she looked to Sergei, who nodded. Scared she walked forward and did as she was told. She usually only went left when she exited her room to the examination room, for once they were bringing her to the right. She had no idea what lay there, when they entered the room, she stepped back and whimpered. In a harness was a pregnant woman, who looked to be around the same gestation as her, being fucked in every available way, two in her pussy, her ass, one in her mouth, which she realised was forced open with an odd contraption, her ass was red raw with marks. ‘Jesus boys, are you not done with her yet?’ Matthews commented as he walked by them. ‘Bitch is a bold girl, Kitten, not like you, she needs to be punished.’ she looked at the girl and blushed.

In truth, that was the furthest thing from a punishment in her opinion, it looked incredibly erotic.

‘So that’s Kitten,’ one man came over, and eyed her up and down. ‘Boss said she’s one to play.’

‘I dare you to touch her, you know what the rules are.’ Sergei commented.

‘Come on, she is a fucking cock slut, she begs for it, I heard her when Boss fucks her.’ the man commented. ‘He is literally dry from her. She begged today like something else, apparently, she loves it in the ass, you love ass Sergei, don’t you?’

Sergei said nothing, he did, however, look at her in a way that made her think that in different circumstances, he would already be ploughing into her ass. ‘If Boss heard you.’

‘Boss is busy sucking on the Queen’s pussy right now, she is not getting the rodgering she is used to because he is fucking this one every day, then she takes your playtime after and is still wanting it. Come on boys, she is gagging for it, look at her tits.’ It was true, her nipples were hard under her dress and her already wet pussy was even wetter at the thought.

‘What about Bitch? The boss said she is to be punished.’ Matthews asked.

‘Get the rodeo cock and shove her on it, she is about as tight as the Grand Canyon, I swear, it’s not a pussy, it’s a fucking quarry she has.’ The man seemed elated he was getting somewhere. ‘Thomas?’

Another man pulled out of Bitch and slapped her ass painfully before pulling out what looked like a horse riding saddle with a wide cock on it and putting it on an oddly shaped contraption, the rest of the men fucking Bitch pulled out and helped put her on it. Her legs were just long enough to reach the ground on her tiptoes and when they put the cock into her and pressed a button, she began to cry out. ‘Someone gag her, she is a fucking terrible moaner, even during sex.’ the man named Thomas growled.

‘Alright Kitten, let’s see what has the Boss going mad for that pussy of yours.’ Matthews put her on the soft bed in the centre of the room, ‘I have wanted a go at this cunt since the day you came.’ he took out his cock and pressed it in. ‘Fuck she wants it.’ He growled, fucking her hard. ‘Sergei, get in her ass.’

The Russian waited until the other man had flipped her around so he was under her, her ass in the air and rode her as he pulled apart her ass cheeks and pressed in. She moaned loudly as he entered her too. A moment later he began to move in unison with Matthews, causing her to come almost instantly.

‘Fuck she is an incredible slut.’ Thomas commented as he put his cock in her face. Immediately, she took it into her mouth. ‘Another woman’s pussy juice and everything, she is an all out whore.’

For the rest of the afternoon, every man filled every hole she had and she loved it. When one was tired out, another seemed to be there to take his place, by the end there were certainly more men in the room than there had been to begin with. ‘What about Bitch?’ one stated.

While she was in euphoria, Bitch had been in hell, her pussy was raw and she was convulsing painfully with each new orgasm the machine gave her. ‘Get her down.’ One guy ordered. ‘Kitten, you love milk, don’t you?’ She did not answer the man speaking.

‘Sergei thinks she is a little sub,’ Matthews groaned, having dumped his come in her pussy twice and was trying to get himself hard again.

The man took her chin in his hand. ‘Suck her tits.’ he ordered.

‘Yes, Sir.’ unable to stand, she crawled over to the other woman and looked over her. Bitch was completely unable to tell where or indeed who she was, so not wanting to get on the bad side of those there, she did as ordered and began to suck on her breasts, after a few seconds, milk started to ooze from them.

‘Good girl,’ Matthews grinned as he entered her from behind as she sucked the other woman. ‘She is overdue Kitten, we need her to pop.’ She frowned, she had assumed the woman was the same as her, they were the same size after all. ‘That baby is not half as precious as yours, which one of us was it do you think lads?’ The men chuckled.

‘’My money is on you, you fucked her often enough.’

‘Only because my wife is a terrible fuck, she’s not much better, not like you, Kitten, to have someone with a pussy like yours, you are an insatiable cunt too, aren’t you?’ she did not answer as he rubbed over her g-spot making her moan as she kept sucking the milk from the other woman’s breasts. ‘Fuck it will be a fun time with you.’ he grinned as he banged into her harder until he felt himself ready to come before he pulled out, turning her around and came on her heavy stomach, ‘Fuck that looks good.’

‘We better get her tidied up, Boss is due back soon.’ Sergei commented. He walked over and pulled her to him, ‘I’ll get her washed, if Boss thinks we did this to her, he will go insane.’

‘Yeah,’ Matthews agreed. ‘Looks like she did what was needed with Bitch too, her stomach’s hard.’ He winked at her, ‘Good girl, Kitten.’

‘Finally,’ Another groaned, ‘She’s being sold immediately.’

She was brought back to her room, cleaned and dressed again. Sergei stood waiting for her to ready herself after it. She walked oddly as she came back across the room, causing him to chuckle. ‘You seemed all too at ease with that, Kitten.’

‘I think it’s moved.’ She ignored his comment and looked at her gravid stomach.

‘You’ll get that over the next few weeks.’ was all he said on the matter. ‘You need to go back over to the others.’ she frowned. ‘Have they said anything?’

‘No, they are really nice, honest, I just…I am not a big people person and I…I’m tired.’

‘Go to bed, I will tell the Boss.’

‘Thank you.’

*


The following few weeks had a routine to them, though slightly scattered. She was scanned one day a week, a buyer was found, they decided they wanted the gender kept a surprise, her horniness increased, causing her to actively go to the Boss whenever he arrived to be fucked, the other men too took her whenever they could, her pussy spent most of its time either being fucked or her playing with it, wanting to be fucked. Three of the other women had given birth and were now just waiting to be impregnated again, Bitch had her baby the day after the orgy and had been sold to an Eastern European brothel, apparently, she was pregnant again soon after.

Poppet was as big as her, but not as far gone by the fact she was carrying two. ‘The first’s usually go over.’ she stated as though warning her.

‘I know.’ she sighed, looking at her large stomach, she was due, the baby, if it went on the dates calculated, was due to arrive the next day. In her previous exam, they stated the head was not engaged, it was not near doing so, meaning she had time left. ‘I want it out.’

‘I know, Kitten.’

‘I forget.’

‘What?’

‘My name. I have such Baby Brain I forget my name before I came here.’

‘It doesn’t matter.’ Poppet rubbed her arm, ‘You won’t be called it again.’

‘Do you think anyone ever looked for us?’

‘Probably not me, I was a runaway at seventeen, I ended up in a brothel for a while and on my way home one night, the Firm got me, I have been popping out babies since, one more and I am off to be sold. Boss says they have a guy for me, wealthy, divorced, doesn’t want another bitch stealing his money, so it suits. I asked if he would want a baby perhaps, I want one I can keep, he said he expects two and I am to homeschool them.’ she smiled happily.

‘Good.’ She gave a half-hearted smile.

‘Boss wants you.’

‘So he says. But I am also being told I am booked solid for years.’

‘Yeah, he’ll wait.’ Poppet stated. ‘He used to fuck the Queen all the time, but he just wants to fuck you.’

‘It’s just a phase, he will tire when they get in the new batch.’

‘We’ll see.’

She found herself getting irritated by Poppet’s company, she felt irritated by most things these days, even Sergei’s bringing of her meals was often met with glares, the man chuckling to himself when she did so. ‘I see your ban on sex is treating you well.’ he grinned as he took away her previous meal.

‘Fuck off.’

Usually, such language was punished, but the past week, she had turned irritable, they saw her on the camera, finger fucking herself constantly, not able to get the release she needed. She begged and begged the Boss to fuck her, but he declined, claiming she could go into labour. To her, that was not a deterrent, but a bonus. ‘As soon as you are medically cleared, I promise I will pound your ass again, but you need to be cleared and pregnant, Kitten, those are the rules.’ he left.

She rose from her seat and waddled to her room. ‘Good day, Kitten.’ She glared at the Boss. ‘It is for your own good.’

‘I’m full term Sir, please, just one little fuck.’ She begged.

He growled, watching as she rubbed her hand on his crotch through his trousers before getting on her knees and pulling him out, sucking him off there in the hallway. ‘You cock slut.’ He forced her to her feet again and brought her into her room. Leaning her over the table and slipping into her. ‘I am going to fuck you senseless.’ he thrust into her.

‘Please, Sir.’

‘When you are done I am taking you as mine.’

‘Yes.’

‘You will service my cock day and night.’

‘Yes.’ She would agree to anything to keep him fucking her.

‘What will you do?’

‘Let you fuck me day and night Sir, suck you off, worship your huge cock.’ she gasped, her rotund stomach under her as she was fucked vigorously. ‘Please, fuck my pussy.’

He squeezed her tits, causing them to spray milk, she was lactating a lot of late, leaking day and night, no dress she wore stayed dry more than twenty minutes and no one ever gave her breast pads. ‘You slut, you would fuck anything with a cock, wouldn’t you?’

‘With a cock or without Sir, I’d fuck it.’

‘Is that right? You slut, you fuck slut.’ his thrusts got faster as he found his release, her having reached her twice already in their act. ‘You are a cum slut, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ she smiled lazily as she came down from her high before frowning, ‘Ow.’

‘What is it, Kitten?’

‘I feel weird.’

The Boss looked at her, ‘Pressure?’ She nodded. He stuck his fingers up her pussy. ‘It’s engaged.’ he informed her. ‘Soon this baby will come, get ready, Kitten.’ He warned.

*

The next two days she was more irritable than before, she physically left a room anyone else entered. She scowled and looked in contempt at anyone who tried to engage her in any way. Poppet and the others looked at her as those she lost her mind, as for the Boss, it elated him.

‘Kitten will be pushing in under twenty-four hours.’ he declared to the Queen.

‘What makes you say that?’

‘Wait and see, she will.’

She woke up during the night, her sleep was fitful of late due to the lack of comfort anyway. Her belly was too heavy to stand too long, her pussy felt like there was a bowling ball trying to press its way out of it, she could not sit it hurt twice as much then and if she slept on her side, her back ached. There was no reprieve. She felt a jolt of discomfort as well as the baby kicked. She went to rub her stomach and realised it was rock hard. After a few minutes, more pain gripped her. She knew what it was and just tried to stay quiet and try and get some comfort.

As time went by, it got harder and harder to ignore the pain, when Sergei arrived in with her breakfast, she stayed facing away from him on the bed and prayed a contraction would not bother her while he was there, it didn’t, thankfully. She tried to eat what he left, but she did not feel overly hungry, two contractions plagued her while she ate a slice of toast, telling her she was nearing the time, but she left out no obvious indicators. When he arrived back to get the tray, she was trying to get into bed again. ‘Not much longer, Kitten.’ he said in sympathy. She groaned as finally, she met her threshold on holding in a contraction and squatted. Immediately she felt fluid flowing out of her and down her legs. Sergei watched for a moment before the smell came to him. ‘You’re already there.’

‘Fuck.’ The first contraction after the waters broke hit her harder than the ones before.

‘I’ll call the Boss.’ he turned to leave. ‘Deep breaths, Kitten.’

‘Fuck you.’

The contractions felt as though they were on top of each other when the Boss arrived. He walked in and watched as she clenched her teeth in pain. ‘Hello, my little Kitten.’ he walked over to her, rubbing her sweaty forehead. ‘How far along are you?’

‘Get it out.’ she begged.

He slipped his hand into her and felt around. ‘Not yet, you have another two centimetres to go.’

‘Please.’

‘You are so good, doing this without gas or anything,’ he commended, stroking her clit.

‘Fuck.’ she leant into his touch, the pain subsiding for a moment.

‘You are an incredible slut.’ He pulled back the blanket and pulled her legs towards him, looking at her clearly swollen pussy lips. ‘I guess that is out of bounds today.’ he lined himself up with her back passage. ‘But you are an ass slut too, aren’t you?’ He pressed it, adoring the sensation of the pressure from the engaged baby and her contractions tightening her around him. He fucked her hard and fast, toying with her clit as he did, when she came, another contraction hit her, causing the pain and pleasure to mix and cause her to moan loudly. Grunting, he finished by pulling out and coming on her lower abdomen and swollen cunt. ‘I won’t get to touch you again until you are pregnant again my little Kitten, I could not waste an opportunity.’

‘It…I’m…’ She grabbed the sheets and clenched her teeth and bore down.

‘No you don’t.’ he growled, but he watched as her pussy started to widen slightly, the head beginning to make its way down her canal. ‘Shit.’

‘I…I need to push.’ she clenched her teeth as she spoke.

He pulled himself into his pants again and walked to the door. ‘Get in here now.’ he ordered.

It was clear she was supposed to birth elsewhere, but as soon as Samantha opened her legs and looked at her and saw the head coming out to meet her, she would be going nowhere. She pushed without instruction, ignoring everyone and everything as she followed her natural instinct. She ignored the orders to remain lying as she was and got onto her knees, pushing down on herself and immediately feeling the baby go further down the canal, the head coming free, the next push, she got the shoulders free, she pushed out the baby in under fifteen minutes. She gasped and inhaled deeply as she felt the afterbirth make its way out of her, the baby crying nearby.

‘Good girl, kitten.’ Boss stroked her head.

‘What is it?’ she asked in exhaustion.

‘Why?’ The Boss looked at her, she never seemed interested in the baby.

‘Poppet thinks it’s a boy, we all have a pool going, winners get chocolate.’

The Boss chuckled. ‘A boy.’ he confirmed. She nodded. ‘Do you get some chocolate for that?’ She nodded, closing her eyes and getting comfortable on the bed. ‘Get some sleep Kitten.’ she did not need to be told twice.

When she woke, the room was empty again, the small little human she had carried in her for almost a year was gone. Looking down, she realised her breasts were leaking streams of milk and were in agony. She whimpered as she tried to touch one, but a larger volume of milk squirted out from it. Getting to her feet, she gingerly made her way to the door and across the hall, there, the girls were all sitting, talking to Lamb, who she could tell had just been confirmed pregnant again. They paused when they saw her looking at them all in an odd manner.

‘Kitten, did you…have you had the baby?’ Poppet walked over to her. She nodded, tears in her eyes. ‘Oh, Kitten, what’s wrong?’

‘I..it hurts.’

‘What does?’ She indicated to her breasts. ‘Okay, well they like us to lactate for a while, healthier for the babies, come on, sit over here. Bunny, get a doughnut ring and some ice in a bag. Sit here and we’ll help you.’ She smiled kindly.

A few minutes later, she was sitting on the couch, her breasts out, Poppet teaching her how to help her milk out. She sighed as the pressure was relieved.

‘Kitten!’ the women jumped at the sight of the Boss in the door. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘She is too full, she needed milking.’ Poppet explained, not stopping what she was doing, ‘She has enough to feed a small army.’

‘Good, get her dry.’ the Boss commented coming over and taking the milk that had been collected away. ‘We need to send this on to the child.’

‘Just give us the bags, does she get a pump?’ Poppet smiled.

The boss eyed her as her breasts continued to squirt out the milk, even after she had already been milked of at least a pint. ‘She needs one, doesn’t she?’

‘Yes, we’d be here all day milking her if we didn’t get her one, she’d make a good cow.’ She joked.

- Wolfie

the wedding video- h.s imagine

After pressing the record button, Niall sat down on the chair across from you. He gave you a thumbs up which you returned back with a smile.

“So Y/N, tell me about what you thought about Harry the first time you met.” Niall read off the list he prepared to ask both you and Harry. With your wedding coming up in a couple of weeks, Niall thought about what he could possibly give you guys as a wedding gift. He wanted to get you guys something special. He wanted to get you something that hopefully one days you guys will cherish. So…he came up with the brilliant idea of creating a pre-wedding video for you guys. He planned to interview you and Harry separately and ask you questions about your relationship. He figured that maybe you guys might want to play it for the guests at the wedding. He also thought in the future, if you guys were ever feeling doubtful or getting through a rough patch in the marriage, you guys would have this video to watch and remember the love you guys have.

You let out a chuckle as you remember the day you met Harry clear as day, three years ago. “The first thought I had about Harry?” You repeated, looking back at Niall, trying to avoid contact with the camera (Niall said that it would look more authentic that way). Niall smiled and nodded his head.

“Clumsy.” You looked down at your lap and shrugged your shoulders as you let out another laugh. Niall softly let out a chuckle himself. “I remember when he was walking up to me, I guess he was so nervous, he spilled his wine on me.”

You shook your head and with a smile, you continued, “He was apologizing a million times a minute. I was laughing the whole time. I remember Harry’s face was as red as a tomato. He promised he would buy me a new blouse.”

Niall smiled, having a mini flashback from when Harry told him about how he spilled his drink on the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. He remembers Harry’s lazy smile as he described how funny you were and how you even laughed at his God awful puns. “And did he ever buy you a new blouse?”

You looked up at Niall and laughed, “You know what? He actually never did. He did buy me a drink though that night.”

“When did you first realize you loved Harry?” Niall asked as he read out another question.

You remained quiet as you tried remembering. In reality, there were tons of moments where you just stopped for a moment and took a minute to look at Harry and go, “I really love this man.” You tried pin pointing the moment where you knew Harry was it for you. 

Finally you answered, “The first time I realized Harry was when we babysat Freddie for the first time. Louis was in a bit of a pickle and didn’t have anyone to babysit so naturally we volunteered. As soon as Louis left the door, Freddie was an absolute mess. He was crying and screaming off the walls. We didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until Harry picked up Freddie and whispered into his ear ‘Everything will be okay. Daddy will be back soon’ that he started to settle down. Seeing how well Harry treated Freddie and how he was able to calm him down that quickly, it made me realize that I wanted Harry to be the father to my children one day. Seeing him like that…it made me fall in love.”

As you were telling the story, you were staring at the ring on your finger with a smile. Harry’s always been wonderful with children and you knew, without a doubt, he was going to be the most amazing father.

Niall looked down at his list of questions. He smiled as he read out one of the last questions, “Do you have a message for Harry before the wedding?”

You smiled as you stared directly into the camera. “I love you, Harry. I love you so much my heart hurts. I love how you’re able to make me laugh even when I’m feeling as low as can be. I love your stupid puns even when no one else does. I can’t wait until I’m your wife. Nothing will make me happier.” You paused and wiped your eyes as they began to get teary, “I know in my heart we are meant to be. You’re my soul mate and I am so lucky to get to spend everyday for the rest of my life with you.”


“Alright Harry, I’m just going to ask you some questions, alright mate?” Niall asked as he sat down on his chair across from Harry.

Harry nodded his head as he stared at the blinking red light at the top of the camera. Niall looked down at his questions, debating on what question he should ask first. Finally, Niall asked, “What was going on in your mind as you were proposing to Y/N?”

Harry took a hold of his bottom lip and let out a chuckle as he stared off into the ground. “I was thinking ‘God, I hope I don’t shit my pants’. There I was on one knee, asking the most beautiful girl known to man to spend the rest of her life with me. There’s always that doubt in your mind. Yes, you’ve been with that person for a long time but that doesn’t necessarily mean they want to be in that type of commitment with you. I think any person thinks that as they’re proposing. They think, ‘Please take that leap of faith in me’. And when she said yes…I just couldn’t believe it. Honestly, it took my mind a moment to realize that she said it. To this day, I still can’t believe it.”

“What was your first impression of Y/N?”

“My first impression of Y/N…she’s gorgeous. I saw her from across the room, just standing there and she took my breath away. I knew that I had to talk to her or I would regret it for the rest of my life. Somehow, without even knowing what her name was, I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.” Harry smiled as he looked at Niall.

Niall nodded as he mentally praised himself for having one of the best wedding gifts ever. “What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”

Harry looked down at his fingers, playing with his rings. “I couldn’t pick just one. I love everything about her. I love how kind her heart is. I love how she never saw me as Harry Styles, celebrity. She saw me as me. Plain, old Harry Styles. In our entire relationship, I never had to worry about her loving me for the wrong reasons. I knew she loved me for who I am. Not my status. I love how she’s beautiful, inside and out. I just love her.”

Niall stood up and stopped the video from recording. He clapped his hands together, “Alright. I think I have enough questions.”

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Dinner Party

Warnings: Smutty, language, and a  good, fun time.

A/N: This was inspired by an episode of Game of Thrones, enjoy!


“I can’t believe you did that!” You shouted as your friends roared with laughter around you.

Harry was hosting a small dinner party for his close friends which, of course, included you.

You had only known him for a short amount of time, maybe six months or so. You had met at a birthday party of his hair stylist, Lou, who also happened to be your boss at BLEACH. Admittedly, you were a little intimidated at first, but that soon subsided when you realized just how sweet he really was. You had your fair share of celebrity clients at the salon, but being around them so often still took some getting used too.

Nick, a mutual friend of both you and Harry, had just finished telling an absurd story about the first festival he had attended which included sex, drugs, and rock n roll.

“Swear to it.” Nick held his hands up in surrender.

“You’re absolutely fucking insane.” Harry quipped up as he laughed.

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