Summary: You can’t choose who you fall in love with and sometimes it’s inconvenient; it’s challenging, cumbersome, difficult and pushes you in directions you previously thought impossible. This is a story about negotiating love when everything you thought you knew about family, relationships and sex proves to be insufficient.
Pidge balled her fists and growled at the peanut butter jar on the top shelf.
“Aw, can’t reach, smol bean?” Lance laughed as he came up to her side, ruffling her hair. “Need a boost?”
Pidge glanced around the kitchen, making sure no parental units were in the room, before swiftly elbowing Lance in the gut. With a choke and a whimper, he collapsed to his knees, and Pidge climbed upon his back, easily reaching the aforementioned jar.
“Yeah, guess I did. Thanks, Lance.”
“Good!” He jerked up quickly, capturing Pidge over his shoulder and then dangling her upside down. “Too short! Feet can’t touch the floor.”
“Lance! Lance! You better put me down or I am so going to - ”
“ - make me a sandwich?”
All the fight bled from her, glasses falling off the bridge of her nose.
“…fine. Put me down, and I’ll make you a sandwich.”
Scarlett let a total stranger reach through the car window to pet her today. A guy at the gas station came over to say hi to Finley and saw Scarlett on the other side of the car. I told him she’s usually not keen on greeting strangers, so he went back to petting Finley. Scarlett came over and smelled his hand as he was petting Finley. He continued to ignore her and I verbally praised her for being so brave. After another minute she kind of nosed at his hand and he reached up to pet her on top of her head. Usually when strangers do that, she shies away and if they keep approaching, she’ll bark (because duh…. she’s trying to tell you she’s not into that and you kept approaching soooooo). But this time she lifted her head up towards his hand and leaned into the pets. So proud of my girl! I didn’t think she’d ever be in a place where she’d let a stranger pet her- let alone reaching into my car to do so- but here we are! She’s allowed a couple strangers to pet her recently, but she’s never initiated contact from a stranger. This shows how beneficial it can be for shy dogs when you allow them to initiate interactions with the things they’re scared of.
Also, friendly reminder that a dog coming up to sniff your hand is NOT an invitation to pet them.
You glance around, slowly climbing up the mountainside. You only have a few hours left until sunset, and that’s when your time runs out. You have to reach the top, you have to finish your mission. If you can get up there, you can throw the crystal into the fiery pits of the latent volcano, ending the blight upon your land.
You huff, glancing over as you see the demon pop up to the right of you, his arms crossed as he sits on one of the rocks, his chin propped on his first. He’s been with you the entire journey, offering snide comments and stating the obvious; he’s both helped and made things worse.
“Not today, Satan,” you grunt, trying to ignore him as your hand closes tightly around the next rock. “Fuck off.”
“Ouch, my feelings, princess,” the demon chuckles, gazing at you with mirthful blue eyes. “I thought we truly had something together.”
“Is it really necessary for you to follow me everywhere?” you grumble, feeling your shirt tear as it catches, cursing under your breath.
“Not like I have much of a choice,” the demon grumbles, watching as you climb higher, excited. “I’m attached to that crystal, and until it’s destroyed, I have to go where it goes. I thought you enjoyed our conversations.”
“I’ll be glad to be rid of you,” you wheeze, glancing down at him as you find a ledge to rest on. You frown when you see he’s no longer down the rocky slope, but when you turn, still on your hands and knees, you see him standing a little bit from you, hands on slim hips.
The demon was once a human, but after being attached to that tainted crystal, his soul had changed. He’d told you at one point during your morbid journey together that he’d been named Richard, but you think the name Satan fits him much better.
“The feeling’s mutual.” the demon says, although the both of you don’t mean it. You’ve grown to be wary friends over the course of your journey, and you’re honestly going to miss his sarcastic comments when everything is done.
You both look at each other a moment as you lean back on your knees, sighing.
I think a lot of people have the idea that reaching #1, especially in the US, is easy. Louis' streaming numbers are good for a song recently released with virtually no promo besides a few radio interviews. He's stabilizing on iTunes in most markets and the only thing he's struggling with right now is radio airplay. He most likely won't reach top 40 in the US this week or maybe the next but that's mostly due to radio playing old songs for a really long time and not giving a chance to new ones.
Yeah, no, reaching #1 is really fucking hard. Especially now that there are established songs who easily have about 2M streams a day.
It’s great that Louis’ Spotify numbers are going up, I wish he’d be a bit higher on iTunes, but I do hope that radio is going to give him a much needed push in that sense. As for the Top 40 in the US - I don’t know, he hasn’t fallen out of the Top 40 with his sales, and he’s spent over half of the week on the Spotify top 50 at least. It might be close, but maybe he could edge in there right away, but next week once radio has picked up steam and more US-oriented promo starts, and we can keep streams going, definitely in there!!
Summary: “Normally immaculate eyeshadow and eyeliner threatened to
smudge from the watery, red-rimmed edges of Lucien’s eyes. His adam’s apple
brushed against the choker adorning his throat as he swallowed thickly.
‘Like hell I’m letting you drive like this,’ Ernest
retorted. Rage boiled in his stomach, and it leaked into his tone. Whoever had
upset Lucien had singlehandedly reached the top of his shit list.”
okay so y/n is part of the avengers (she’s peter’s age) & peter does something that practically kills him. y/n freaks out & goes to hold him while the rest of the avengers just watch her in pity. they take peter & tell y/n to go cool down. and then when peter wakes up, he is sternly told by tony to go see y/n before she goes crazy. sorry this is long & specific ❤️ love your writing btw!! one of my favorite blogs
a/n - i had went back and forth with a lot of ideas on this fic, and i really hope it doesn’t seem rushed and i hope it turned out okay and not a flop like me :( but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!
Another building came down to the ground as another crowd ran from the scene, only being able to hear their own screams as the enemy came to terrorize New York. It was only another work of Hydra, trying to come and ruin the lifestyle that so many people have made here. It was fight, after fight, after fight, after fight, and I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.
Peter and I, both natives of Queens, and also the youngest on the team. When Peter and I had first arrived to Headquarters, Captain didn’t hesitate to warn us that most enemies target the younger party the most, and that the rest of the team would prioritize the safety of Peter and I before their own.
Today’s situation seemed to be a bit more difficult than the others, from when I looked up and saw Tony struggling to keep another part of a building from falling to when I saw Natasha almost beaten by one of Hydra’s minions. Something about today was just a bit, off.
“(Y/N)!” I heard Rogers call. I turned around to see his shield coming my way, gripping it tightly and slamming it into the bodies of Hydra’s concoctions. They were out within a second, having me throw the shield back to Rogers. He then ran off with Clint, leaving myself and Wanda to deal with the others.
“Where’s Parker?” Natasha spoke into the intercom. My heart dropped as I looked up and tried to find the boy, hoping to see a spot of red and blue anywhere. I turned around as my last hope, calming down when I saw him swinging from one building to the other, coming closer to the scene.
“Southside on 54th, coming right this way.” I said.
jin: small kisses were being trailed up your neck as jin’s hands caressed your body. slow hands slowly pushed the hem of your tshirt higher and higher and jin gripped onto your hips. “god i love your hips, baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re so pretty for me.” a blush crept up your neck as you shook your head, “jin no…” “shush, princess,” jin bit down onto the supple flesh over your hip bone, “don’t finish that thought, you’re gorgeous.” jin used his tongue and his fingers to make sure you knew just how gorgeous you were.
yoongi: yoongi’s sharp thrusts drew out loud moans from your throat as you tightened your arms around his neck. earlier that day, you had been insecure about your body, saying that your thighs were too fat along with your stomach, and yoongi was not standing for it. “you’re fucking gorgeous baby,” a hickey was placed on your neck, “say it.” he growled in a voice that you knew had no room for ‘no’. “i’m gor-,” the next thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, “i’m gorgeous,” you moaned. “that’s right, baby,” yoongi said, “my gorgeous babygirl.”
hoseok: “but hoseok,” your voice cracked as you protested his pleas, “this dress makes me look fat.” your face scrunched up in pain as tears flooded your eyes and one slipped down your cheek. “baby.. baby, no,” hoseok shook his head frantically as he came to stand behind you while you were looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. “you’re fucking beautiful,” his arms wrapped around the silk dress and your waist, “i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, baby,” he continued. soft hands pulled your arms away from covering your stomach, “i love you, all of you.”
“wow,” you said as you watched the pretty girl on the screen dance with her partner in the cheesy romcom, “she’s really pretty,” you said as you slowly curled in on yourself. “yeah,” namjoon agreed, “but you’re prettier~” he teased as he kissed your cheek and cuddled you closer to his body. “don’t be jealous of her, baby, you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous.” he nibbled on your ear as you giggled, “so pretty, amazing, caring, smart, and beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. “joonieee stoppp,” you laughed as his fingers began to tickle your sides. “see? even your laugh is beautiful, never doubt yourself, princess.”
jimin: the water splashed around your and jimin’s bodies and bubbles fluttered into the air as you squealed, “JIMIN!” jimin’s adorable laugh filled the air as he blew bubbles into your face. “this was supposed to be romantic, park jimin,” you huffed while trying not to laugh yourself. jimin reached forward and pulled your hips to have you sit on top of his thighs. “jimin, don’t, i’m heavy,” you whispered the end as you tried to scoot backward off of his legs. “you are not,” jimin grabbed hard onto your hips and tugged you back onto his lap, “heavy.” you giggled as he started to kiss up your neck, “jiminieee.” “i love you baby, don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect.”
taehyung: your hips swayed to the music as you flipped the pancakes that you were cooking for you and taehyung. turning around, you went to go get the orange juice from the fridge but instead you were met face to face with a grinning taehyung. “don’t let me stop you,” he winked suggestively as he began to sway to the music as well. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you remembered you were only in a pair of booty shorts and one of taehyung’s tshirts. “tae, you’re embarrassing me…” you covered your face with your hands. “hush none of that,” he pulled his hands away from your face, “you’re gorgeous,” he planted a kiss on your neck, “gives me something to grab onto yeah?” “KIM TAEHYUNG”
jungkook: sweat poured down your forehead and your back as you tried to keep up with jungkook while learning the dance moves to ‘dope’. you had wanted to dance with jungkook for a long time, to see him dance up close. “i almost have it,” you said as you pushed yourself harder, trying as hard as you could to get the move right. “babe it’s okay,” jungkook said as he walked up to you, taking your hand in his, “this is a hard dance, it took all of us hours to get it right.” you huffed, “i knew, i just want to live up to being the golden maknae’s girlfriend, and it’s kinda hard with all this,” you said gesturing to your body. jungkook growled, “don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, baby,” he said, “besides, watching you dance like that is really doing something to me,” he said as he ground his hips onto your backside, “let’s go home, yeah beautiful?”
I want to teach you all how I make my fabric poppets, and how you can make your own too. Here is my post detailing all of what I do to make my adorable plush fabric poppets.
I also sell them if making them yourself is too much fuss for any reason. Here are details.
- Fabric of your choice- My fabric of choice is fleece. The fabric should be a color you can match with your intent, personality, etc.
- Person-shaped pattern to trace- You can use a gingerbread man cookie cutter to make your paper pattern, free hand, or if you like you can use mine which I will gladly sell you a copy of- message me for details.
- Needle and thread- You can use different thread colors for different intentions.
- Stuffing and any extras- herbs, objects, etc.
- A marker of a similar but darker color than the fabric
Lay out your fabric. Lay down the poppet pattern on the fabric. I prefer to weight them down with rocks so they don’t shift. (You can of course choose rocks that match your intent.)
I then trace the patter with a maker that is of a similar color to the fabric, but off enough that I can see it. Don’t worry about being super clean with your lines because they will be hidden in the inside seams.
Next, to sew the pieces together. Place them together so that the side with the marker line faces out.
Then, grab your needle and thread. Thread your needle.
Be sure to have a piece of thread to work with that is about as long as your arm. This should be enough for the whole poppet, but make sure to have more on hand just in case.
Start your sewing in the place where the opening will end later. I typically choose the “armpit” of the poppet because then the opening gives me great access to all of its insides for later.
I use a kind of slip stitch for sewing. Really any stitch will do, but I will show you mine. I put the needle all the way through both pieces of fabric to make a loop, and before tightening I stick the needle through the loop, then tighten. This makes a kind of knot that is durable and nice looking. Here’s a picture:
Aside- Why I hand sew- I find the process of hand sewing to be not only relaxing but also more magical. I can focus on my intentions while I sew, and with each stitch I’m fastening my energy into it. This is by no means the only way you can sew them together, but it is my personal preferred way.
Continue sewing around to join the two pieces of fabric. **Remember to leave a 1.5in opening! Also leave your thread attached!** This is the only way to turn it inside out and hide the seams.
- Step 4-
Turn it inside-out. Reach inside and grab the top of the poppet’s head and pull it through the hole like shown. You may need to poke around a bit to make sure everything is fully turned right-side-out.
-Step 5- Once right-side-out, your poppet is ready for stuffing. Start with the appendages first, that way you can make sure they are well-fluffed. After that, if you want add in balls of stuffing in the places of major organs to make it more human. (A ball for a brain, a ball for a stomach, that kind of thing)
If you like, add in herbs or objects for your intent, or keys to link the poppet with the person that you’re targeting. Consider positions of the objects and herbs inside the poppet and the significance. I added rose petals in the head and heart of this one, and mint and rosemary in the stomach. That gives it some symbolism, and what witch doesn’t enjoy symbolism?
-Step 6- When it is stuffed to satisfaction, sew up the opening with the same stitch we sewed with before flipping it. This leaves a rough edge, and I actually like it that way. It makes it easier to cut open the stitching if you ever wanted to for any reason. I can’t be the only person that’s wanted to rip someone’s stuffing out (there’s a curse idea) so I hope you find it useful too.
Do a couple more stitches to assure your thread isn’t going anywhere and then cut it off.
Ta-da! A perfect poppet for all of your witchcraft needs.
BTS Reaction to Their Child Catching Them Having Sex
Requested by Anonymous, “Bts reaction of them and their wife are having sex and their child accidentally walk in on them? And then they give their child the “sex” talk? Lmao thank you! 😂”
Note: I already did “the talk” one which you can find in my masterlist, but thanks for the request I had fun writing this!
Staring into your eyes, he felt like he was floating on clouds as he would soon fall into complete and utter bliss. It was one of many nights when he made love to you, and he was so sure he was going to remember it for the rest of his life because once his son had climbed onto the bed and watched you two intently, his heart fell to the darkest pits of his ass as you yelped in horror.
It was a small and innocent voice, asking him what he was doing to his “mommy”, and he could only laugh as he pulled the blankets over the two of you as you looked away in mortification. “We were wrestling,” he said, beaming in glee as he carefully pulled out of you and reached for his boxers, “that’s all baby, now lets put you back to bed.”
He was so close, so close to reaching his climax as he pounded into you under the fluffy duvets. He was falling, drowning in ecstasy that he didn’t hear when the door squeaked open, that he didn’t hear the tiny footsteps walking to your shared bed until Yoongi felt the soft tug on the blankets. Thinking nothing of it, he exploded into you as he bit onto your shoulder to muffle his moan, and when his head peaked out amidst his high from under the soft veil, his eyes locked onto the ones that matched his own and only one thought crossed his mind at that moment.
He fell on top of you, hand reaching to cover your lips as his eyes automatically shut while releasing a sigh of content — soon snoring, hoping to anything his own son would walk away along with Yoongi’s dignity.
“Ah, baby, you like that huh?” Hoseok murmured, lips ghosting over yours while you only nodded, soon kissing you fervently as he reached down to your leg to better position himself. His vision was hazy, eyes soon fluttering shut as he spread your legs farther apart while reaching a new destination inside of you; heart fluttering and skin sweating as he smiled through the kiss from feeling you tremble while the pleasure began to get unbearable in various ways.
“Like what, daddy?” He had heard a small voice, and when his eyes opened softly with a smirk gracing his lips only to find his own daughter staring at him with her head tilted to the side in confusion — the man had let out a horrified shriek as he jumped away from you.
“What are you doing?” He had choked on air, stopping midway of ramming back into you as his head snapped towards his daughter whom was standing at the door looking beyond terrified of him. He didn’t know what to do, and when his daughter opened her mouth once more — a furious blush tinted his his ears while slowly crawling down his neck. “Why are you attacking mo-”
He pushed himself away from you, sliding his boxers up as you could only stare to your daughter in shame. “I was trying to help massage her,” he quickly explained with a laugh, and when he tried to reach for his daughter who only stepped back, he knew he had some actual explaining to do.
He was easing into you from behind, hand grasping your hair into his palm as he found pleasure in every soft mewl that escaped your lips. Leaving open mouthed kisses from your neck to your shoulder and down your back, your sudden nudge against his abdomen had him moaning in displeasure, but when he looked up to find his son with wide and innocent eyes, he felt his heart flying to his throat as he suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Putting all his weight on top of you, his hands went to cover your breasts as you tried to pretend to do pushups from your embarrassed state — soon falling against the mattress due to your struggling. “Why are you guys having fun naked without me?” Your son exclaimed in disbelief, leaving the both of you awkward beyond belief.
He was way too into it, hands gripping your asscheeks as he pushed all the way into you, grin evident in his features as he watched the upper part of your body sink deeper into the bed as you had your hiney up in the air. He was losing it, soon slapping your bottom as you let out a breathless scream, only for Taehyung to hear his own son barging into the room while screaming, “leave mom alone, you monster!”
Taehyung was shooketh, eyes wide as he looked around the room to avoid his son’s eyes, his heart beating erratically was surely not from the intercourse and was for sure to be from his own precious baby calling him a monster and catching him doing the nasty, only to soon have small tiny hands try to push the older man away from you.
It was a loud bump!, the both of you falling off the bed with giggles trailing afterwards, soon having Jungkook’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss as it soon escalated. You were on his lap as he sat against the wall, moving painfully slow until he eventually got tired with your teasing, soon grabbing your hips and thrusting upwards harshly. The room was too hot, the moment was too beautiful and he wouldn’t have it any other way, especially when his eyes had fluttered closed as you cried a soft ‘daddy’.
“Oh yes,” Jungkook muttered as he opened his eyes, eyes glancing towards the door before having his eyes on you, and it wouldn’t be long until his vision slammed back towards his daughter who had cried a soft, 'daddy?’ towards him.
You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”
You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”
Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.
After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.
You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.
You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”
You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”
Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.
You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”
“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.
You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”
Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”
Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.
Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.
Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.
Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”
You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”
You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”
Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.
Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”
You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”
Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”
Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”
Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”
You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”
Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”
You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.
You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”
You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”
Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”
You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”
Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”
You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.
As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”
You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”
You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?
As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”
You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.
“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”
Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.
“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.
The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.
As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.
You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”
Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.
“Are you happy?”
You halted as you turned back around. “What?”
Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”
Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”
By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”
Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.
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BTS reaction to overhearing other members talking about their s/o
Seokjin: Jin overheard Jimin talking about you. “Have you guys seen y/n round an juic- OH HEY JIN!?” Jin is the type of guy that doesn’t get jealous that easy on the surface so he’d start joking around to mess with Jimin while dying on the inside.
“You mean her butt? Ahh yes, my jagi is beautiful but you better stop talking about her like that. You wouldn’t have even a little bit of a chance considering that you’re so small, you can’t even reach the things on top of a shelf”
Namjoon: The most jealous guy ever. He’d hear Taehyung talking about you in your dress that you wore the other day. “Hot! Smoking hot!” Being angry as fuck he ran towards him. After a little talk he’ll eventually calm down.
“Smoking hot? Are you talking about yourself after I set you on fire? She is MINE, you know that.”
Yoongi: He’d be the most annoyed but also really subtle about it. He’d overhear Hoseok being pervy as always talking about how much cleavage you show. “It’s really hot. I mean I’d be a bit concerned if I was Yoongi, probably a lot of guys are hitting on her” Yoongi would just sit casually besides Hobie and change the subject after his comment.
“You’re right, but I was hoping at least my best friends would not talk about her like that.”
Hoseok: Hoseok is a weird ass guy. He’d be kinda proud of being your boyfriend and ignore the fact that Jungkook just talked to the others about you. “…and her hair! All around from top to bottom. She’s bomb.” Like Yoongi he would just join the conversation.
“I know kookie, this is my girlfriend how did I deserve her? Anyway aren’t you a little bit to young for her?”
Taehyung: Tae knows what’s his and he is very protective of you and… JEALOUS. But only when you aren’t around. He’d overhear Namjoon’s kinky comment. “I’d like y/n to call me Daddy.” Jealous Taehyung mode on.
“Well I guess it’s good to know that she SCREAMS Daddy while I eat her out and doesn’t have time to think about you.”
Jimin: Cute mochi would be angry as fuck. Jin wanted to make one of his jokes but it turned out quite unpleasing for Jimin. “..to see him like this we need something better. I know! Y/n needs to get naked starts laughing”
“Hell no, Jin. You better apologize.”
Jungkook: Usually Jungkook is the typical cocky and jealous type but his hyung Yoongi accidentally said that your his type. “I’d do her. Oh, I’m sorry Jungkook I forgot.” Kookie would get so angry on the inside but remain calm on the outside
“Of course… No, no problem. Even though it was quite inappropriate.. What, no I’m not mad”
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