#greaser niall

[alicefawleyx]

age: thirty-four birthdate: july 25th, 1947 star sign: leo status: pureblood witch & former gryffindor greaser gender & pronouns: cis woman, she / her sexuality: bisexual & demiromantic job: auror for the ministry of magic owner of the toy store relationship status: married to frank longbottom dating felix bones

town of erised:

When budding inventors Niall and Anne Fawley began to map out their futures after eloping one warm, autumn night, a child was never once part of the equation. No, their desires lied simply in their deep care for each other and their crafts. And yet, when little Alice came tumbling into their lives after a shockingly unexpected pregnancy, they were struck dumb by the completely overwhelming feelings of love and devotion that filled them at the first sight of their infant daughter. In that moment, they couldn’t imagine anything better than being parents. They couldn’t picture anything better than the new, precious life in their arms. Alice, in their eyes, was the best gift they’d ever made. 

Of course, this meant that the little girl never grew up with a lack of love. Some of her fondest memories were of nights spent bundled up with her parents on their tiny living room floor; her father making silly voices for one of the toys he painstakingly made for her, while her mother narrated an improvised, fantastical story of witches and wizards. 

And despite being an only child, it never quite felt that way for Alice with how often her home was filled with other children; always starry-eyed and eager to try out her parents’ latest inventions. It made her so proud, what her parents did. How happy they made others, despite the flack they got from the Socs in town. It was never about the money for them, and it was something that stuck strong in Alice’s mind as she grew. The lines in the sand ––– Soc and Greaser ––– were always there, like a brand. But Alice never felt shame in being labeled as a Greaser. Honestly, of what she’d seen of most of the Socs, she was glad to not be so uptight, snobbish, and, in some cases, cruel like they were.

Even though it had been rather hard at times, with her family’s lack of resources and the endless teases and taunts of Soc children and adults, Alice kept her head held high as she went through school and beyond; mussed hair, scuffed knees, and all. 

Status, she knew, wasn’t everything. 

It was, in fact, what led her to starting up her own little toy shop as an adult after a period of frenzied job hopping. To the shock of many, however, Alice wasn’t the artist behind the numerous toys she sold. She, unfortunately, hadn’t been gifted the same creative mind or skilled hands like that of her mother and father. It was her love for what her parents created and the joy it brought to others that was her inspiration. 

And it was with her compassionate personality, beaming smile, and her parents toys, that her hard work paid off. Her business boomed almost overnight, and continues to do so. And even though so many Socs spat down at her as a child ( and still do, especially after she started dating one of their own ) she allows everyone into her store, regardless of who they are. It’s a small gesture in the grand scheme of things, but even the smallest ripples can make big wave, right. . .? 

real life:

On paper, Alice should have had a great start to life. Born into a pureblood family that was rather high on the social hierarchy in the wizarding world, she was raised without a single want. Niall and Anne Fawley made certain that their daughter had everything and anything needed to be a proud beacon in their high and respected circles.

But, as fate’s funny hand would have it, Alice was the complete opposite of everything her mother and father stood for and wanted. Even when she was just a little girl, all she wanted desperately to do was just run outside and play in the grass and dirt and have fun. This, of course, appalled her parents, who sought out to derail their wayward child as much as they could and force her into the mold they desired. In retaliation, Alice rebelled as she grew. It started off small, but as she got older it got more and more apparent that she resented the perfect daughter that her parents so desperately tried to make her be ––– their little doll. It only got worse when she was sorted into Gryffindor House once she started at Hogwarts. It was against years and years of tradition, after all. Both of her parents ( and generations before them ) being in Ravenclaw. 

Alice, on the other hand, was elated. It proved she was right; she wasn’t like them in the least. And as she began her lessons at school, the less and less she went home for the holidays. The last thing she wanted to do was participate in the hoity balls and gatherings she knew she’d be subjected to.

Not that she could avoid all of them. 

Ironically enough, it was at a Christmas ball when she was fifteen where she met Frank Longbottom. Officially, anyway. She knew him from school and similar friend circles, but had never really hung out with him before that night. But he was a good time. No, a great time, and after that fateful night, she found herself spending more and more time with him both in school and out, until, all at once, she found herself falling deep in love with the boy. And as they shared their first kiss in an abandoned alley on a Honeydukes outing ––– awkward and tasting like lemon Bertie Botts ––– she knew Frank was the man she was going to marry. And, just a few years later, she was proven right.

But that happiness was fleeting, she’d quickly come to find. There was a war on their doorstep, and she knew, with certainty, what side she was on. Despite the danger both being an auror and Order member brought, she and Frank stood tall and resolute. Even if they died, they knew it would be for a good cause ––– the right one. 

That is, until she fell pregnant, and that damn prophecy came to be like a haunting echo in her head. Everything shifted, then. Everything. There was nothing Alice wouldn’t do for her baby ––– her precious boy, Neville. Even if that meant going into hiding, and trusting Dumbledore, who, deep down . . . she was beginning to doubt. 

In the end, she should have listened to her instincts more. Because, maybe, if she did, her last memories wouldn’t have been of panic and fear before falling, blank, into the world of Erised. 

Her life, as she knew it, forever changed.

[nialledfromfics]

Chapter Ten – Maybe 

(make sure to click the link in the title for an instant musical throwback~enjoy!)

It was nearing 10pm by the time Vivian had made it back home from Niall’s place. She had noticed the lights were on in her father’s study as she drove up to the front of the house, the glowing deep yellow color seeping past the curtained window onto the manicured lawn. Her initial plan was to sneak upstairs to her room, as quiet and unnoticed as possible, and then hopefully get a chance to speak to her mother in the morning. She needed time to work out what she was going to say, or more so how she was going to say it, and then confront her mother first thing, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. It seemed like a good plan anyway, but Vivian couldn’t help the nerves that were jumbling through her body at racing speed every time she tried to think about how to even start the conversation. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

Putting her car in park, Vivian carefully stepped out and started her way up to her front door. Chewing on the corner of her lip, the young woman could hear a bit of hushed chatter coming from her father’s study as she quietly walked in, her eyes narrowing in curiosity as she glanced over at the half open door.

“Thomas, please tell me you didn’t…”

Her mother’s words, spoken in a tone that Vivian rarely heard, caught the girl’s attention as she had begun to make her way up the winding staircase. Something didn’t feel right. Something felt heavy inside Vivian at the worry, and almost disbelief, she heard in her mother’s voice. It made the back of her throat tighten and her mouth go dry.

“I did what I had to do, Helen.”

With her feet coming to a stop on the stair and her fingers squeezing around the smooth surface of the wooden banister upon hearing her father, Vivian whipped her head around, her wide green eyes fixated on the dim light of the study that was spilling out onto the marble floor of the foyer. She knew she had to find out exactly what they were talking about.

Tiptoeing her way back down, Vivian’s heart was pounding so fast, it almost hurt and nearly stifled her breaths, but the young woman remained as quiet as a mouse as she stood outside the cracked doorway. Her back was pressed to the wall, just out of view of her parents.

“She’s your daughter, Thomas, our only daughter, how could you do something like this?”

“I’m doing this to protect her. She doesn’t know what’s right, or what’s good for her. She’s not old enough to know these things!”

Vivian dropped her head, her brows furrowed in perplexity as she fought to settle the uneasiness that was knotting up in her chest. Her fists curled into the cotton material of her skirt at her sides and there was a belligerent nauseousness forming quickly in her stomach. “She loves the boy, Thomas, she will never forgive you for this.”

A shallow gasp spilled past her lips and she pushed her hand to her mouth, struggling to keep herself quiet. Her mind began to clamber; vivid thoughts of Niall crashing over her and she swallowed hard, straining to calm herself enough to continue listening.

“She doesn’t have to forgive me,” her father said, Vivian easing her eyes closed as she rested her head back against the wall. “Now she’ll have no choice, she’ll have to move on with her life. Without him.”

The young woman was shaking, fire-red anger mixed with fright encompassing every part of her as she fought to dissect what she was hearing. ‘Without him’ – what did that mean? “I don’t condone this, Thomas,” she heard her mother whisper, a slight break in her voice. Vivian wrinkled her brow and turned her face towards the doorway. “The man that I love, the man that I married would never do something like this! I just don’t understand!”

“You don’t have to understand!” her father yelled back, his menacing tone booming off the bookcases that lined the walls of his study. It made a chill ripple down Vivian’s spine. “I did this! I did this for our daughter! End of discussion!”

A silence filled the drafty space after the echoing ring of his voice had dissipated and Vivian struggled to stay calm. Her green eyes, wide and watery, darted across the specks of light that brightened the dark wood plane of the door as she heard her mother gently clear her throat. “And what if I go to the police with this?” she said to Vivian’s father.

Her father let out a disconcerting chuckle and Vivian’s face fell. “Who are they gonna believe, Helen?” he questioned before Vivian heard the familiar sound of the floor creak as he took a step closer towards her mother. “Do you really think they’ll believe, hell, that they’ll even care, that the Thomas Prescott had a group of upstanding young men beat that lowly drifter to death?”

Vivian gasped and felt her heart sink to the bottom of her chest and it was all she could do but swallow back the sick that was rising up her throat. Shaking her head, the young woman clamped her hand over her mouth to contain her outburst, her eyes pinching shut as the hot tears started to stream down her cheeks. “They’ll chalk it up to a delinquent fight gone too far!” her father finished.

Not being able to take anymore, Vivian spun around and barged into the room, a worked-up cry breaking past her lips. “Vivian!” her mother gasped.

“Please tell me all of this isn’t real?” she pleaded with a trembling chin, her red-rimmed eyes downturned and dragging over her father’s face. “Daddy, please...please tell me you didn’t hurt him!”

He lightly shook his head. “Vivian…”

“Daddy! Tell me you didn’t hurt him!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, stomping her foot and pounding her curled fists at her side. Her chest was heaving, her tears dripping from the line of her jaw and she stood there, head held high with a glare in her eye and a tight scowl over her pressed lips.

“I’m just trying to protect you,” he said, taking a step towards her.

Vivian quickly stepped back. “Stay away from me,” she mumbled under her shaky breath.

“He’s not the one for you, Vivian, he never was.”

Her heart was thumping out of her ribcage, the fright, the resentment, the pure rage she was feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. “Niall is all that I have! He is everythin’ that I have ever wanted, everythin’ that I have ever loved,” she fought back, planting her hands on her hips. “He is ten times the man and husband and father that you could ever be! How could ya ever think to do somethin’ like this?”

She could hear her mother sobbing next to her, but her focus was on one person. The person standing in front of her with a stone cold expression on his face and a deadness in his eyes. “I did this for you! He is not good for you, Vivian! He is not for you!”

“That is not your choice to make, not anymore!”

“It is my choice if you live in this house, under my roof!”

Vivian choked back her cries. “Then I won’t live in this house anymore.”

Her father furrowed his brow and swung his pointed finger around as his loud voice boomed right through Vivian’s chest like a calibrated missile. “Like hell you won’t! I am the most powerful man in this town and you are my daughter, you will do as I say!”

The room fell quiet once again. Vivian’s green eyes, dark with anger and blurry through tears pulsed over her father’s for a split second before she took a single step towards him. “I will never do as you say,” she began, her voice fragile but holding steady as she spoke, “You are a selfish, horrible person and I never want to speak to you again. From this moment forward, I am no longer your daughter. I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you.”

Vivian swallowed hard as she watched her father struck with silence and his jaw fall slack and the young woman, with her racing heart and her worried thoughts, spun around to leave.

“Vivian…” her mother whispered.

Twisting her chin to look over her shoulder at her father one last time, Vivian fought back the need to burst out into another fit of sobs and instead she just narrowed her eyes. “Now how powerful do you feel?”

Her mother’s inconsolable cries of her name were the last thing she heard as she ran from that house and scrambled back into her car.

*****

The sweat was dripping from her palms as she squeezed them tighter around the steering wheel, a glooming heaviness bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Thoughts raced through her mind; worried and sickening thoughts, intensely horrible thoughts about Niall. She wasn’t sure if she would even be able to make it to him in time and that single thought haunted her and made a crippling ache settle in her heart. She had no idea what her father had conjured up, of what his true plans were except that he was determined to get rid of Niall. All Vivian could do was slam her foot harder to the gas pedal and get back to him as fast as her car could take her.

Tears were streaming hot down her face, her throat burning and constricting from how hard she was choking back her sobs as her car squealed into the lot of the mechanic shop. Vivian’s green eyes glazed over as she came to a stop, her mouth falling slack at the scene happening before her. Niall, bloodied and battered, being held on his knees by two guys in front of Cliff who was bent over and holding a knife to his throat. It was as if in that instant, Vivian’s world went blank. She froze. Her heart nearly clenching into a ball of hopelessness and her body tensing up so hard, her bones felt as if they would crack under the erratic pulse of her skin. She didn’t know what to do or what she could do and her instinctual fear kicked in, Vivian bursting out a blood-curdling scream of his name.

Startled by the sound, Cliff turned around just as Vivian had forced herself out of her car and had begun to run over towards them. With his brows crinkled with confusion as to why she was there, Cliff had stood up and taken a step back and Vivian took the opportunity to scramble herself in front of Niall. She held her arms out, her face stained with the wetness of her cries as she shook her head and began to desperately plead with Cliff. “P-please,” she choked out between her choppy breaths, “don’t do this.”

Cliff clamped his fist around the handle of the knife as he held it by his side, a foul grimace on his face. “Viv, you need to get outta here!” he bellowed.

“Not ‘til you do,” she told him, flicking her eyes over her shoulder to peek back at Niall. She gasped, Niall barely rocking his head up to look at her, his face covered in blood and almost unrecognizable from the beating he had endured. Her chin trembled as she saw the very faint line of blue within his swollen and bruised eyes, and Niall swallowed hard but did not utter a word. Vivian knew she had to do everything she could to stop this and she glanced back over at Cliff.

“I’m just doin’ what I’ve been told to do,” he growled to her, “and I ain’t leavin’ ‘til its done.”

With a tear slipping down her cheek, Vivian kept her stare on Cliff and lifted her chin. “Fine then, if you wanna kill him, then you’re gonna have to kill me too.”

Cliff took a step towards Vivian, the young woman holding her head high as he brought the knife up between them and pressed the sharp point right at the side of her throat. Cliff tipped his head to the side, his eyes, black as night, darting with hers. “And what makes ya think I won’t?”

She swallowed hard at his words and she could hear Niall groaning as he struggled behind her to get loose from the crippling grip of the other two guys. “Because,” she said, her voice strong but low, “then you’d kill the baby that’s inside me too.”

“You’re knocked up?” Cliff shot back, his eyes gone wide.

Niall, barely conscious, stopped his struggling and slowly lifted his head. There was a debilitating ringing in his ears, but he had heard what Vivian had said loud and clear, and he couldn’t believe it. “Vivian...” he breathed out.

Hearing the sound of his voice, she turned her head to peer at him, tears spilling down her face as she gave him the softest smile she could muster. “Please Cliff,” she whispered as she looked back over at the man holding the knife, “I know what my father told ya to do, but I also know that ya cared about me once, so I’m beggin’ ya, for me...for this baby, please just let him go.”

“I-I can’t...you’re father he–”

“Cliff...you’re better than this. I know it...I know in my heart you’re better than this. Please,” her red-brimmed eyes flicked over his, pleading, “I need him. I love him.”

Watching as the expression on Cliff’s face started to change as her words echoed through the quiet empty lot, he slowly lowered the knife, his anger fading. His stare stayed glued to Vivian, sweeping over her face and it was in that second that a wave of unfamiliar softness flashed through his eyes. Cliff stepped back, rubbing his open hand over his sweat covered face as he dropped his head down. “Let him go,” he instructed.  

“But Cliff–”

“I said let him go!” he screamed, glancing at Vivian. Her heart jumped in her chest and she pushed out a gasp of relief. The men behind her let go of Niall and he tumbled to the ground, Vivian quickly bending over and grabbing his face in her hands. She was shaking as she cupped his cheeks, gently pressing her forehead to his. “Get him the fuck outta here,” Cliff barked out at her, Vivian flicking her attention back up to him. “Hurry! Go! Before I change my mind!”

Not wasting another second, Vivian stood up and grabbed Niall around his upper arm, helping him to his feet. He was beaten badly, every part of his body marked by bruises and cuts and he wrapped his arm around Viv, using her as a crutch as they both slowly hobbled back to her car. Hugging her arms around his torso, Vivian held onto him and let out a small sigh as she felt the slight press of Niall’s lips to her temple. It was all she needed.

Niall slid himself into the back seat with a painful groan and Vivian glanced over at Cliff one last time, thankful for his mercy before she hopped into the driver’s seat. Viv took off down Main Street without another thought, her one true love spread out in the backseat, beaten and in pain, and her hands gripping tight to the steering wheel. Peeking over her shoulder at him, their watery eyes locked and she saw the corner of his lips tug up slightly. Her heart felt just a bit more at ease in that moment before she turned her focus back to the pitch black night roads. She didn’t know where she was going, or where they would end up, but she had Niall and Niall had her and that was all that mattered as they kept driving, leaving the town of Bluemont forever.

*****

“Was it true, Great Grandma, were you really pregnant?”

Vivian, with her alabaster skin overly wrinkled and worn and her brown hair thin and turned an icy grey, had settled herself in her matriarchal seat in the living room of her home. It was her favorite chair. One that she had picked out from a catalog years back when catalog ordering was still a thing. It was old, the seams of the flowered material tattered around the wooden legs and the springs in the seat lumpy in spots, but it was still her favorite chair. The woman, who was once young and full of life, had grown old and was surrounded by her family; her grandchildren and great grandchildren camped on their behinds on the carpet at her feet and her grown children and their spouses standing along the heavily picture-framed walls.

She softly chuckled. “I was,” she said, a gentle smile pulling at her painted lips. “Though I actually didn’t know it at the time. I had just said whatever I could to save him. We found out a little bit later that I actually was carryin’ his child. We both cried.”

“It was Uncle James?” one of the little ones asked. Vivian nodded at him.

“But where did you go, when you left?” another of her great grandchildren spoke up. “Was Great Grandpa Niall okay?

“He was okay,” Vivian answered, giving the small girl a half grin. “He was very shaken up over the whole ordeal, we both were, frankly. He had two very black eyes and a broken jaw, but he was alright. His spirit wasn’t broken at least, it never was.”

“So, you guys just ran away?”

Vivian peeked over at one of her older grandchildren that had asked the question. “We did what we had to do, my child. For our love, for each other. To be together. It was a different time back then, you see.” She paused to take a sip of her coffee, her hand trembling as she eased the mug back to the small table that rested beside her chair. “We took off west, takin’ turns drivin’ and we didn’t stop ‘til we hit the coast. We figured there wasn’t much further we could go, so that’s where we decided to stay.”

A tender, reminiscing smile tugged at her mouth as the older woman tipped her head down in thought. “We got married at the first chapel we could find, a humble little place but it was just beautiful. There was nobody else there but me and Niall, as it was meant to be,I suppose,” she went on, peering back up into the faces of the ones she loved. “It was hard at first, gettin’ on our feet and all, but we managed. Our first little baby boy, James, was born nearly seven months after we left Bluemont. Luckily by that time, Niall had found a good job as a mechanic at a local shop and we had made ourselves a home. And oh my, baby James was a vivacious little thing! Niall and I were scared out of our wits, we had no idea what we were doin’!”

Everyone let out a laugh, and Vivian chuckled under her breath. “I remember one time, just a few weeks after he was born, we were both so tired, Niall and I workin’ so hard, we had fell asleep in the livin’ room and left him on the front porch! He was only out there for an hour or so, but after that, I never let him outta my sight. It was pretty frightenin’ knowin’ what could’ve happened.”

“So that’s what’s wrong with you, Dad!” one of the grandkids yelled out.

James laughed. “Hey, now!”

“We were happy,” Vivian continued, everyone once again falling to a hush to listen. “More than happy, we were blissful, blessed. We had the perfect little family. Eventually Niall opened up his own shop, Horan Motors, and over the course of the followin’ years, we had three more gorgeous children: Amelia, William and Samuel.” Pausing to take a breath, she looked up at her four children that lined the back wall of her living room, and her heart felt full, as full as she could expect it to be. “It was...it was everythin’ I had ever wanted. Everythin’ I had ever dreamed of. We didn’t have a lot of money or luxuries, of course, but we were rich in so many other ways. I had a husband who I loved dearly and who loved me back the same. I had four beautiful, smart children. Had a home that was warm and invitin’, filled with happiness and laughter and love. I even took some night classes when the kids got a bit older. I had the life I had always wanted. It wasn’t always perfect, no, we struggled here and there, times did get tough, but it was my heaven.”

“What about your parents?” a little one curiously inquired, “Your dad? Did you ever talk to them again?”

Vivian took a moment a have another sip of her warm coffee, and she softly cleared her throat as she set the cup down. “I had talked to my mother a few times over the years, but no, the night I left Bluemont in 1958 was the last time I had spoken to my father.”

“Wow.”

“How come you never told us kids any of this over the years, Mom?” her only daughter, Amelia, asked.

The old woman pulled in a deep breath, folding her fragile hands into her lap. “I guess, I just thought that the past was never worth tellin’, especially when our future was so beautiful and bright. But today...today I felt it was time to tell everyone our story, the story of how we fell in love and how hard we fought to be together. Today, I am reminded of our struggles and our triumphs and how much love we had between us. Today, I remember him, I remember us. It’s been two years and I miss him more each day that he’s not here with me.”

Samuel nodded his head. “We miss him too, Mom.”

Bowing her head, Vivian could feel the warmth of her tears begin to fill her eyes at the memories of Niall, and she brought her hand to her up to her face, trying with everything in her to settle the emotions soaring through her. “He was my one true love,” she quietly choked out in a shaken voice, “my heart and soul. He showed me all that love and respect and honor could be. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn't tell me how much he loved me and that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. From the moment we met, to the day he–”

The room fell silent and Vivian squeezed her eyes closed, her fingers trembling as she wiped the tears away from her cheeks. By the time she had looked back up at her large family, everyone was stricken with their own emotion, a sea of watery, empathetic eyes stared back at her. “He was a good man,” she went on, straining to find a well-tethered tone, “And a good husband, and an even better father. I am proud to have been his wife and to have been by his side for the last fifty six years. And he would be so happy to see us all here together today, celebratin’ this momentous occasion.”

Holding up his bottle of beer, James smiled at his aging mother. “This is to you, Mom,” he announced to the room and everyone who had a drink in their hands, held them up high in honor. “And to Dad. We miss him, but we know he’s always here. Happy Anniversary!”

A cheer lit up the room and Vivian was struck with another bout of fullness in her heart. Her tears were gone, replaced with loving smiles and generous hugs from her grandchildren, before everyone slowly began to disperse and fall into their own conversations.

She watched them all from her favorite chair for a while longer, wishing that Niall was still there by her side to see it all, before she quietly eased herself up. Slowly, she shuffled across the carpeted floor to the other side of the living room to where a collage of framed pictures adorned the entire wall. Most were of the her own kids and grandchildren, some professional family portraits that had been taken over the years, but there was one in the middle, a small black and white photo encased in a thin golden metal frame, and that was one she often found herself stopping to stare at every time she walked by. It was of her and Niall. It was taken the summer they met, the only photo Vivian had of that time and it was by far her favorite. It was how she liked to remember him, young and handsome, and it reminded her of his smile and his laugh, and, of course, one of the best summer’s of her life.

Taking in a shallow breath, Vivian’s eyes, never once in the long years having lost their vivid green, dragged over the old photo, soaking in the every detail she could. It was almost like she could still see the bright blue of his eyes, hear the husky sound of his voice in her ear, smell the intoxicating scent of his skin and feel the familiar warmth of his touch. In all the years, it never faded away, not once. She reached up, the smooth silver clasp bracelet he had given her on her 18th birthday still encircling her wrist, and tenderly slid the tip of her wrinkled finger down the soft line of his face. Her chin faintly trembled. 

“Oh my sweet, Niall,” she breathed out, “I will never stop lovin’ you. Happy Anniversary. Forever and always, my love.”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Happy Valentines dude! If you feel up to it, I’d like to request Niall Horan with "Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” For the Greaser AU? Pretty please and thank you

Happy Valentines day my man! Of course I can :)

Speech 9 - “Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!”

AU 2 - Greaser!AU

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“Fucking hell!” Y/N yelped, her hand clutching at her heart as she entered back into her room, jumping in shock at seeing a figure climbing through her window.

“Hey baby,” Niall looked up at her with a grin on his face as he continued to climb into her room.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” Y/N’s mum called and Y/N could hear her mothers footsteps approaching her room and her eyes widened a little. She slipped further into the room and closed the door behind her.

“Yeah, Mum! Everything’s fine! Just... stepped on some... lego,” Y/N offered pathetically, making eye contact with Niall whose face was creased in a desperate attempt to stop himself from falling into peals of laughter.

“Oh... okay then,” came the unsure response from her mother.

Niall and Y/N waited in complete silence, barely daring to breathe, as her mothers footsteps pattered away from Y/N’s room again. The moment they heard the door to her parents room clicked Niall burst out laughing and Y/N walked over to him, lightly hitting his leather-clad arm.

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” She hissed, attempting to stop her own smile from growing just from seeing her boyfriend’s joy.

“You ‘stepped on lego’?” Niall repeated her pathetic excuse back to her and Y/N glared at him.

“You’re such a prick.”

“You love me, baby,” Niall countered, the smile on his face was sly as he reached around her waist and pulled her to his chest, pecking her lips.

“Not when you’re sneaking through my window - it would be so easy for us to get caught.” She complained but allowed herself to be wrapped in Niall’s familiar presence, nuzzling herself into his chest, her arms wrapping around him underneath his leather jacket.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, laughing gently.

“Don’t want to be caught with Greaser scum in your room, Prep?” He teased and Y/N giggled as she pulled back, moving her hands from around his waist to cup his jaw instead. She reached up to kiss him again.

“Can’t imagine that my parents would be too pleased, no.”

[horansonlyangel]

The most iconic picture ever on the internet

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of One Direction fics that take place in the 1950s as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

Back To You And Tennessee by rippedgloves

(E, 57k, Walk the Line au, Louis as Johnny Cash, Harry as June Carter, musicians, historical, 1950s, 1960s, drugs, alcohol, homophobia, violence, angst with a happy ending, smut)

the one where Louis is Johnny Cash and Harry is June Carter

Bloom by Goldenhazandlou

(NR, 48k, secret relationship, established relationship, letters, 1950s, journal, photographs, fluff, memories, sad with a happy ending, smut)

an AU where a girl finds a diary from when H and L were young adults in the 1950s.

The Case Of The (Definitely Not Haunted) Styles Mansion by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

(E, 40k, Nancy Drew au, Harry as Marcel, historical, 1950s, murder mystery, private detective Louis, scientist Marcel, banter, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut)

the Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

a perpetual sunrise by moonshinelouis

(M, 31k, historical au, 1950s, married Louis, closeted Louis, road trip, internalized homophobia, sexuality awakening, angst, fluff, flirting, happy ending, no smut)

Louis Tomlinson lives the archetype of a successful man: he has a big white house, a gorgeous wife, and adorable daughters.

Heartbreak Hotel by noellehenry / @noellehenrymain

(T, 29k, time travel au, popstar Harry, 1950s, teacher Harry, student Louis, pining, music, historical)

Time travel and 1950's AU where Liam is an English teacher, Niall owns the Best Song Ever record shop, James runs Corden's Diner, Elvis fan Louis is the cute boy with the blue eyes and Harry..... just tries to survive really.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by @flowercrownfemme

(E, 25k, farm au, 1950s, 1940s, post ww2, soldier Louis, farmer Louis, cowboy Harry, repression, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, feminization, loss of virginity, fluff, smut)

In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known.

underneath the city lights by orphan_account

(T, 22k, burlesque club, New York City, dancer Louis, journalist Harry, 1950s, fluff, kissing)

Harry is a starving journalist who needs someone to spark his inspiration and Louis is a lonely talent at the local burlesque, and maybe they can be just what the other needs.

I Dreamt of You All Summer Long by tracktwelve / @throughthedarklive

(G, 8k, surfers au, teleportation, pet names, 1950s, fluff, humor, Teen Beach movie au)

Louis and Harry, two young surf lovers who accidentally teleport to a famous musical film set in the 1950s (Teen Beach Movie AU)

A Word We've Only Heard by @lululawrence

(NR, 6k, secret relationship, traveling salesman Louis, music shop owner Harry, established relationship, homophobia, 1950s, flashbacks, happy ending)

it's 1951, Harry is the owner of a music shop, and Louis is a traveling salesman making his way back home.

-Zouis-

two wheels of a different pair (but we're still rolling into something we don't know) by zouee / @louiswmalik

(G, 14k, Zayn/Louis, 1950s, motorcycles, rollerskates, restaurant, strangers to lovers)

When an out of town bikie storms into a restaurant placed on the outskirts, he doesn’t expect to meet the boy with bright eyes and devilish smile.

Bound to Keep on Ridin' by louissass

(T, 7k, Zayn/Louis, strangers to lovers, greasers, greaser Zayn, teddy boy Louis, rivalry, bets/wagers, theft, smoking, drugs, motorcycles, fluff, smut, BL)

a 50's au where greaser!Zayn has a motorbike and teddy boy!Louis wants to ride both

[sunflowervolvimp3]

blurb night blurb night blurb night!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

so i KNOW i said “no blurb nights until july because i have school!!!!” but school sucks and i need serotonin so tonight is going to be a blurb night!!! it’ll start OFFICIALLY at 9pm PST (because i have a class until then rip me) but you guys can send in ideas now if you want????? and when i start to get distracted from my essay and end up on tumblr i’ll answer them!!!!! i’d say i’ll answer right at 9 but we all know my attention span is in the negatives so. im gonna end up on here before then.

if you haven’t been around for a blurb night before, here’s how it goes!!!! you can send in:

concepts about harry

aus about harry

thoughts about harry

soft stuff. not so soft stuff.

basically anything to do with harry??? 

truly anything

and niall too we love that lil man sorry i forgot about him

and if you’re wondering “leyla!! wait!!! i love aus but don’t know which ones to choose!!!!” here are some popular ones from past blurb nights!!!

mob/mafia

photographer

prince

best friend

boxer

college

bad boy

greaser

eras like 70s/80s

actor

anything else you can think of!! the list is endless

if you don’t wanna see any of blurb night thats fine!!!! just blacklist the tag #blurb night and i promise there are no hard feelings!!!

okay i’m gonna go work on my essay so start sending stuff in!!! see you all at 9pm OR when i get distracted in like. 20 minutes oops

[alarriefantasy]

Hi! do you know any fics where they are Grease au’s? thank you!

Here you go, darling!!!! :) 

Summer Dreams and Summer Nights by homosociallyyours

Words: 944

A little one shot inspired by Grease with Louis as Danny and Harry as Sandy. This is just their summer romance and first kiss and the moment that they meet up again at school.

Cool Rider (Burn Me Through) by neolouis

Words: 5k

There's the cool rider and there's ordinary Harry. Louis probably likes them both.

AU biker/greaser louis / biker/new guy harry

You're the one that I want by Harrys_Beanies

Words: 5k

A Grease alternative universe where all the boys plus Ed (minus Harry) are tbirds and Harry, Sophia and Little Mix are the pink ladies. Louis is Danny Zuko and Harry is Sandy.

Ring My Bell by elesbells, Snowy38

Words: 33k

“That’s Bell,” Niall added as he rifled around the desk for the paperwork he apparently required. “Oh,” Harry stared back, surprised. He got to one knee and offered a friendly hand towards the dog. “Hey, Belle, how are you? Everything good today?” He asked, the dog venturing forward to sniff Harry’s hand and licking it once it was deemed safe. Harry shifted to fuss the dog more fully; admiring the ginger and white colourings; alert ears and soft brown eyes. “Who’s a good girl, then?” Harry grinned. “Are you a good girl?” Bell surged forward to lick his cheek; earning a chuckle from Harry who hugged the dog easily in his arms. “She’s gorgeous,” he commented as he let himself be licked hello. “Oh, Bell belongs to T-Boss,” Niall offered. “I’m just dog-sitting until he gets back. Right, I got the form here,” Niall added, slapping down a crumpled page of A4.

our darling shenanigans by razzysnow

Words: 54k

Harry rolls his eyes, “Whatever. I’m glad we don't talk. I wouldn't wanna talk to a stupid T-Bird anyway. Such a dumb name. Tomlinson Bird? Really? Not surprised since you have a big ego and all.” Louis gasps and god do people actually think that? What a fucking insult. He can feel his blood boil, “You are so fucking intolerable. Take that back right now-” “No.” Harry spits back, crossing his arms. Sometimes he just hates Louis. And loathes, despises whatever other synonyms exist. Also a pinch of "oh I could totally make out with you and your jacket" simply put, Grease AU

[ao3feed-larry]

Larry Stylinson 50s au

by taoljo24

Harry's a greaser. Louis is not. They hate each other at first. Then try to make it work.

Words: 1444, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Perrie Edwards, Ashe

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Ashe, brief Eleanor Calder/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: 50s Greasers, 50s au, Alternate Universe, Greaser Harry Styles, Bad Boy Harry Styles, Sassy Louis Tomlinson, Upper Class Louis, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Zayn and Liam are basically married, but like not?, soc Niall, greaser zayn, greaser liam

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3lj6c4F

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Sat 8 June🏳️‍🌈

Harry showed up in LA with fantastic greaser hair, petition for him to star in a remake of Crybaby (or, you know, Grease but I think we all know he'd be Sandy in that one so no role for that cool hair strand...)

The winner of the breakfast with Louis continues to remember things he said; today's round up includes him saying he would have chosen to sing more in 1D if he had the option and that he hates when people pity him. We have zero way of verifying the truth of any of this so I guess it comes down to your own personal opinion of whether or not you think those are things Louis might have said to a fan.

Meanwhile, Niall made fun of Trump by sarcastically calling him smart which, if he saw it, he will probably have taken as a compliment, and the Madrid music fest didn't deny that Harry might be playing which got people very riled up. They also didn't deny that Elvis Presley, Beyonce, One Direction or that animated monkey band Simon Cowell was trying to invent were playing but you don't see anyone getting excited about any of that

[wheretogofrmhere]

I’m late to Then There Was You but I’m all caught up and OMG Niall has swept me off my feet! You’ve written some of the most romantic quotes for Niall but my favourite is when Viv asks him if he wants a family and he says “when I look at you I do”. I swear I would’ve hopped on his motorcycle without a second thought and run away with him!

😂 i think we all want to hop on his motorcycle and run away with him! he sure is dreamy in this story, huh? 

i just love this version of niall, its so fresh and different and i really wanted to try and capture greaser!niall, but in a very real and slightly complicated way. i needed him to have layers and feelings and everything that we all have, not just some au character, ya know? 

so so glad you are enjoying this story and this niall! thank you :))) 

[amysmarch]

kiss you and live while we're young

send me two one direction songs (including solo songs) and i’ll tell you which one i prefer | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

KISS YOU! because that’s going to be one of my favourite music videos ever? i also remember the day it came out and like being obsessed with niall in it like i must’ve played the chinny chin chins line a 100 times?? which is pathetic ?? because it’s not even that good but i loved it so much ?? and the zarry kiss?? plus all the greaser / 50s aus it spurred after it?? 

[zot3-flopped]

Why does Yihoo love that hairy beast so much? 🤣

No clue! Her Horandog anons are cursing at her for posting 'greasers' instead of Niall.

[nialledfromfics]

Chapter Seven – Love Me Tender

(make sure you click the link in the title for an instant musical throwback~enjoy!)

It wasn’t that he had wanted to leave, he didn’t, but Niall knew that he couldn’t stay in that house any longer. He was beating himself up the whole ride back to his place, the balmy night air stinging his face as the thoughts of Vivian ever thinking any of what happened was her fault, crashed through his head. None of it was her fault. But seeing her cry, watching the tears well up in those gorgeous green eyes of hers, he had caused that. He had made her hurt in a way that he never intended to, that he knew was irreparable. But he was hurt too. His heart felt weak and inadequate, as if it wasn’t enough for Vivian, for her family. That he wasn’t enough. That he would never be enough.

Niall tore off his fancy button up shirt the second he returned to the shop, and tossed it towards the back of the garage, leaving him in a simple white tank and his only pair of dress slacks. He didn’t even bother changing out of those, he just didn’t care. Niall lit up a cigarette as he started to pace the dingy concrete floor, over-agonizing thoughts clambering around in his brain and an uneasy feeling rumbling in his gut. He really hated knowing that he had upset Vivian so much, that he had hurt her so terribly to the point that he knew she would never want to talk to him again. His chin quivered as he tossed his head back and blew the smoke out past his rounded lips, his eyes squeezing shut. If he never got to see that sweet beautiful girl again, there would be no way he could keep on living. Not without her. There would be no reason to. Letting out a deep growl at his own cowardliness, Niall rubbed the heel of his palm against his watery eyes before roughly combing his fingers through his hair and shuffling over to the long workbench against the wall.

His head hung low between his hunched shoulders as he placed his palms on the old worn down top. “Fuck!” he bellowed, smashing his curled fist against the wood.

Grabbing a ratchet, Niall clicked on the small transistor radio that sat next to him before stepping over to the customers car that he had been in the middle of fixing up earlier that day. Niall got right to work, the only thing that could keep his mind from going crazy with the increasing thoughts of Vivian. Nearly an hour went by, Niall not uttering a single word as he stayed hovered over the engine of that car, a cigarette hanging from his lips and grease smeared across his sweaty forehead. A slight scowl rested on his face as he kept himself busy, his hair misplaced and disheveled and his skin glistening from the damp heat of the warm summer night.

“Niall?”

His heart stopped. Was that her voice? Niall’s hands froze within the open chassis of the car, as if he was afraid to move. But then he heard her again. Softly saying his name as her shoes faintly clicked against the concrete floor of the garage. Niall carefully leaned his body up and peeked around the hood of the car. And then he saw her. Still in her lavender party dress, still looking like the beautiful angel he had left crying all alone in that house.

Niall swallowed hard, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and plucked the lit cigarette from his lips as he shifted away from the front of the car. “Viv?”

Their eyes locked, Niall’s mouth falling open slightly as he stared at her. Vivian gave him a soft smile. “You left your jacket,” she said, taking a step closer to him and holding out his leather coat.  

“Uh…” Niall stuttered, quickly putting out the cigarette and grabbing a small towel from a stool to clean off his hands. “You, um...came all the way out here to bring me this?” he asked, taking the jacket from her.

Vivian took in a deep breath and shot her eyes around the cluttered garage before quietly lifting her shoulders in response. “I thought you might want it back.”

She was acting very nonchalant and Niall nodded at her answer. “Thanks,” he said, walking back over towards the workbench. He set the jacket down on top before turning around and resting his bum against the edge. Peering down at his feet, Niall ran his hand up through his hair. “Listen, I wanna apologize, Viv,” he said, keeping his voice low, “for...leavin’ the way I did. I shouldn’t’ve done that to ya…”

“It’s fine,” she softly mumbled, her words were gentle and unassuming and Niall looked back up at her. “I understand why ya left. My family, my friends, that...life, it’s not for everyone. I know it’s not for you...and I don’t really think it’s for me either.”

“That’s not true,” Niall said, wrinkling his brow, “I dunno why I said all those things–”

“I know why you did, Niall, and it’s okay. Believe me, I didn’t wanna be there anymore than you did.”

Licking over his lips, he shook his head. “Well, I am sorry for ruinin’ your party.”

“You didn’t ruin nothin’,” Viv insisted, “you hurt my feelin’s sure, but–”

“And I’m sorry for that too,” Niall went on, “I wasn’t tryin’ to hurt ya, Viv, I swear. I never wanted to make ya feel that way.”

“I know, it’s alright.”

Niall breathed out a smile and looked down at the shiny toes of his leather oxfords. “I’m a fuckin’ fool.”

Rolling her eyes, Vivian took another step closer to him and shook her head. “You’re not a fool, Niall Horan,” she told him, “I can promise you that.”

Peeking up at Vivian through the tops of his eyes, he watched as a sweet smile slipped over her lips. She nudged up her nose, the action making Niall chuckle in return, a sound so vibrant and full that Vivian swore it made her knees go weak. He was so beautiful, so beautiful that her heart was nearly mended in that instant. She wasn’t angry with Niall, she knew the reason why he had left her the way he did, but with everything in her, she wanted him to know that she still cared for him. That her feelings for him hadn’t changed, that they wouldn’t change. She still wanted to be with him. And there was nothing that would ever ruin that. Not even his little temper tantrum.

“Look,” she began, holding up the little box that Niall had given to her earlier, “I brought this ‘cause, well, I never opened it and I thought, maybe I could open it with you, if that’s okay?”

Rubbing across the back of his dampened neck, Niall nodded as he gave her lopsided smile. “Yeah, um, it’s...it’s not much, but, yeah, sure. Go on then.”

Vivian drew in a shaky breath as she slowly untied the small red ribbon, letting it fall the floor before carefully pulling off the top of the box. Inside was a small silver clasp bracelet. Simple, elegant, stunning. Her eyes fluttered as she stared down at it, her finger delicately tracing over the smooth metal. “It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Niall,” she said, looking back up at him.

“It reminded me of you.”

A pink flush filled Vivian’s cheeks and she peered back down at the bracelet, picking it up out of the tiny box. “Can you help me put it on?”

Giving her a nod, Niall swiped his sweaty palms across the front of his pants and stepped over to her. Vivian swallowed hard as she held her arm up between them, intensely aware of just how close to her he was standing, any closer and their bodies would be touching and it was as if a fogginess instantly invaded her head. She was reacting to him in ways she had never felt before; his musky scent that wafted over her nose, the heat penetrating from his sticky body, practically dripping in sweat. His touch on the tender skin of her wrist when he clasped the bracelet closed, sent her into a wicked unexplored state that she didn’t even know existed. One that she had yet to fully comprehend.

Her breaths jilted in the back of her throat as they both stared at her wrist, watching as Niall ever-so-gently ran his fingers down the length of her forearm. His touch was burning hot, like fresh lava searing into her skin but he was so soft, so tender, that it caused goose bumps to form in his path. Niall huffed out a short chuckle and Vivian peeked up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, tucking her bottom lip into her mouth.

It was really more than Niall could take seeing her like that in front of him, his prurient gaze swarming heavy over hers and he slowly reached up, cradling his hands around her jaw. Vivian’s eyes fluttered closed in ardent anticipation, and Niall swallowed the breathless whine that she let escape just as he pressed his mouth to hers. Vivian melted into him, her small hands resting at the peak of his chest as his mouth moved over hers, Niall nibbling playfully at her bottom lip. She giggled against his tongue, the taste of her igniting something inside of him and it was another few seconds of heated bliss before Vivian slowly pulled away.

Resting his head to hers, they both strained to gather their breaths when Vivian heard the song on the radio switch over. Elvis Presley. It was one of her favorites, and she knew in that moment that it was meant just for them. Lifting her face to sweetly gaze up at him, Vivian darted her eyes over his. “Dance with me,” she said.

Niall wrinkled his brows. “Right here?”

“You owe me, you fool,” she replied.

Tossing his head back in a laugh, Niall wrapped one arm around Vivian’s waist, his palm sitting just at her lower back and grabbed her hand in his. “I guess I do.”

Vivian placed her other hand at his shoulder and together they began to lightly sway back and forth. They giggled and tried to fight off their budding smiles at first, but it wasn’t until Vivian leaned in to rest her head at Niall’s shoulder did the mood turn more sincere. Both her arms wrapped up around his neck, clinging as tight to him as she could manage as he held her around her tiny waist. Burying his face down against the slope of her bare shoulder, Niall dotted tiny kisses to her skin before lifting his face and pressing his lips to her temple. His eyes closed as he lightly moved with Vivian to the rhythm of the song, his heart pounding incessantly in his chest as he snuggled her in. He would never let this girl go again.

“Baby,” he muttered, turning his face just enough to push his nose into her hair. It lingered of rose petals. “I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do that to ya again. Please, ya gotta forgive me...”

Vivian let out a faint hum, nuzzling closer into his neck. “Of course, I forgive ya,” she muttered back, “why, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

His strong hands splayed wide over her back, and Niall slowly drifted one up to cup around the back of her head. “I will never leave you,” he breathed out.

Giggling from the tickle of his hot breath on the shell of her ear, Vivian picked her head up from his shoulder to look at him. “I wouldn’t let you anyhow.”

Niall shook his head with a pleased little smirk and pulled her into another sweet kiss. Her eyes pinched closed as she kissed him harder and Vivian felt a pulse of greedy warmth slowly seep through her body, like the rising waves of an evening tide. Niall was all over her; touching her more than he had ever touched her before and each feel of his skin to hers was electric, a thousand sparklers going off against her flesh, tingling and causing a burst of uncontained heat to cascade through her. Forcing herself to pull away to breathe, she opened her eyes and caught Niall’s stare. “Take me upstairs,” she whispered.

His blue eyes widened as their swaying bodies fell to a stop. “Viv…”

Scraping her teeth over her bottom lip, Vivian reached up and softly carded her fingertips through the side of his hair, just skimming over his ear. “Niall...I wanna be with you,” she said softly, leaning in to press her mouth under his jaw. Her lips wrapped around the steamy-hot skin, teasing him with wet kisses as she curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Please–...I want you...to take me...upstairs.”

Her words, honest and deliberate, were muffled against his neck and Niall swallowed hard as he tried to control himself, twisting his fingers into the material of her dress at her waist. It wasn’t but a few more tempting licks of her tongue on his salty skin before Niall had given up and puffed out a low ‘okay’ under his breath. Grabbing her hand in his, Niall switched off the small radio and closed up the garage before he led Vivian through the door and up the staircase to his meager apartment. Each step they took, it was as if the ground was shaking violently beneath their feet. Vivian was shivering, Niall could feel it through her fingers that were laced in his and he peeked back at her, the young woman reassuring him with a soft smile. She was nervous, more than nervous, she was terrified, but there was nothing more in the world that she wanted than to be with Niall. To be with him in a way that she had never been with anyone else before, that she had only dreamed about.

She wanted to lay with him, feel him, experience that heady raw intimacy that other couples did and as they stepped into his one room loft, she knew that what was about to happen was going to be everything that she had been waiting for. Niall was everything that she had been waiting for, and Vivian knew with all that her heart could muster, that he was the right one, the only one.

Niall led Vivian over towards the foot of the bed, and after their shoes had been tossed to the wood floor, they both stood silently facing each other, stares fixated tight. He didn’t know what to say, and he almost felt as if he didn’t know what to do. Niall had been with girls before, he wasn’t new at it by any means, but it was different with Vivian. It all felt special and new–and real–, like it was his first time all over again, and he would have been lying if he said the nerves weren’t jittering through his own body just as much as Vivian’s. Their hearts were thumping, louder and louder in the backs of their ears and it seemed like a million years had floated by of them just standing and staring at one another before Niall slowly reached out and ghosted his knuckles down her cheek.

Vivian’s eyes fluttered slightly upon feeling his touch on her again and Niall traced the soft line of her jaw and down the delicate slope of her neck. “You sure ‘bout this?” he asked, not wanting to put her in a position she wasn’t truly ready for.

Nodding at him, Vivian smiled. “Yes.”

Not wasting another second, Niall eagerly grabbed at the hem of his tank, attempting to yank it up over his head. Vivian stepped closer and stopped him, her hands wrapping over his. “No,” she said, “I...wanna do it.”

Niall’s brows folded in for a moment before he saw a softness gleaming in Vivian’s eyes. She looked so perfect; so pure and angelic, it was hard for him to say no to her. Not that he wanted to. Lifting his arms up, Niall let Vivian tug his top off of his body and the young woman dropped the fabric to the floor, her gaze wide and inquisitive as she drifted it across the span of his naked torso. Her chest was heaving beneath the tight bodice of her dress, and it was more than nerves crashing over her as she ogled him, she was riddled with an excitement that was rattling her bones and making her belly flip.

Laying her hands on the front of his shoulders, Vivian very slowly dragged her palms over Niall’s chest, the soft dark hairs that splattered across very faintly tickling her skin. He was hot to the touch, almost blistering and as she passed her one hand down his left side, she felt the undeniable racing of his heart. She glanced up at him, Niall’s dark and fiery stare already glued to her face and he gulped back a breath as her fingertips slipped down even further towards his waist.

Vivian felt brave. Braver then she had ever felt in her life, and she knew it was because she was with Niall. He brought something out in her, something euphoric and arousing, needy almost, and she loved feeling like that. She had never touched a boy like she was touching him, had never really wanted to, but being in that room with him; seeing the dark hunger for her fill the light blue of his eyes, feeling the tension vibrate through his body as her hands traced his lean frame, she was anxious to see what would come next.

Biting on her bottom lip, Vivian looked down with curiosity as her fingers started to undo Niall’s belt buckle. It was only another few fumbly impatient seconds before she had his slacks unbuttoned and pushed all the way down, circling in a heap around his ankles. Niall kicked his feet out of them and Vivian took the time to spin around, reaching behind her head to sweep the ends of her wavy hair off the back of her neck. “Now, undo me,” she instructed to Niall over her shoulder, motioning to the dress’ zipper that lined down the length of her back. Stepping up behind her, his body was nearly pressed against hers as Niall carefully unzipped the dress, letting the expensive material fall off of her body. His big hands wrapped around her waist, covered in just her slip and Niall leaned his face down, peppering tiny kisses from the round of Vivian’s bare shoulder to the enticing bend of her neck.

Her eyes fell closed upon feeling the warmth of his mouth and she tipped her head to the side just enough, Niall sucking tenderly at the soft skin. Vivian moaned, a sweet little sound that made the young man even more eager to have her and just as she rolled her head back, Niall slid his fingertips down into the waistband of her slip and yanked at the silky undergarment. It fell to the floor, and Vivian lifted her feet from the mound of material before she found Niall’s mouth with her own, turning herself around as he kissed her.

The heat of his rapacious touch seeped through her body, his fingers digging into the skin of her waist as he slipped his tongue over hers. Pulling back from the kiss, Vivian faintly gasped and Niall kept his stare focused on hers as he crouched down in front of her. The span of his large palms ran down the length of her sides, swimming across her lower tummy and over her hip bones, as Vivian chewed lightly at her bottom lip. She was shaking again, out of her control at that point and Niall swallowed hard before he let his fingers drift over the front of her lace-trimmed panties and down to the garter belt straps that were hooked to the ends of her stockings.

Vivian watched on with bated breath as Niall began to undo the buttons of the straps, one by one, until her stockings were barely hanging onto her thighs. Her head tipped the side and a smile pressed to her lips in amusement as she saw the tip of Niall’s tongue poke out of the corner of his mouth and his brows furrow, deeply concentrating as he slipped off Vivian’s stockings. Standing himself back up, the two once again stood silently facing each other, both of their chests rising and falling in unison before Vivian reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

With his salacious stare drifting from her face to her breasts as she let the constricting material fall from her chest, there was no mistaking the red that had punched its way up to her cheeks. Her face felt hot, like she was going to melt away from how intensely he was looking at her. But she rather liked it, liked the way it made her feel as his darkened eyes hungrily swam over her exposed body like that. She felt vulnerable yet exhilarated. Peeking back up at her, Niall ran his fingers through the side of his messy hair and chuckled, more out of nervousness for what was to come than anything and it was when Vivian brought her hands over to her hips and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, that Niall knew that this was it.

He quickly cleared his throat and followed suit; taking Vivian’s cue and easing down his own underwear along with her. It was an intimate moment, pivotal and sensuous, and they both stood fully naked, soaking in the arousing sight of the other and Vivian could hardly breathe, her lungs squeezing tight and her legs wanting to collapse beneath her. Niall gave her a smirk as she let her big green eyes drag down the length of his unclothed body and when she caught his stare again, she smiled at him, swallowing hard as he stepped right up to her.

Her mouth fell open, as if she was anticipating a kiss, but instead, her stare followed Niall’s hand as he reached up to the side of her hair and gently pulled out the small clip. Tendrils of her ash brown hair fell down her shoulder and she met his gaze again as he slipped his hand around the back of her neck and gently pulled her into that much needed kiss. Her naked body pressed to his, his heat unparalleled and engulfing her as their mouths moved perfectly together. Vivian wrapped her arms around Niall, the feeling of his clammy skin and his soft body against hers creating a lascivious buzz inside her that was hard to fight off.

She was well aware of how much he was growing for her as they kissed, his lower half rocking subtly against her hip as he held her tight to him. His tongue rolled over hers, tasting at her and gathering her choppy breaths as Niall swung an arm around Vivian’s waist and twisted their bodies, easing them both down onto the bed. He sure didn’t miss a beat, and a giggle burst past Vivian’s sweet little lips as she bounced down against his mattress, Niall hovering above her.

His eyes, heavy lidded and as black as the night sky, drifted over Vivian’s face. She looked so beautiful like that underneath him, ethereal and graceful. Her hair spread out in soft delicate waves beneath her head, her cheeks a bright blushed pink, clear evidence of the way Niall was making her feel. Her puffy red-bestrewn lips, laced with his fervent kisses and the sweet moan he had coaxed from her. He knew he needed more. She knew she wanted more. Her heart was racing, knocking wild against her chest as she watched Niall hoist himself up and kneel at the end of the bed between her legs. Her mind was going crazy, and she tried to settle her shaky breaths–inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale–but all she could see was the animalistic lust budding in his stare as he immersed himself in her fully naked body that laid before him and Vivian giggled lightly before slapping a hand to cover her eyes.

Niall chuckled at her amusing display of innocence before he leaned over and very softly placed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Vivian gasped, not expecting to feel his mouth there and she picked her head up off the bed to peer down at him. Smirking up at her, Niall’s palms splayed around the outside of her thighs as he gently dragged his mouth up the span of her leg. He placed a small kiss at her inner thigh and then another at the jut of her hip bone. Throwing her head back, Vivian let herself give into the glorious sensations he was providing and her eyelids eased closed, a tiny moan–the very one Niall had been after–slipped deliciously off her parted lips as Niall kissed his way across the peaks of her ample breasts. His mouth slowly teased its way up to her neck, sucking across the tender skin before he was once more pushing kisses to her mouth.

Vivian hummed lightly, carding her fingers up through Niall’s brown hair as he nestled his body back between her legs. She felt so good like that under him, so perfect, like it was where she was always meant to be. Peeling his lips away from hers, Niall stared down at the gorgeous girl that laid beneath him and he cradled her head in his hand, their eyes locked firm. Vivian bit at her lip, her body still trembling with nerves and Niall leaned in, just softly brushing the very tip of his nose to hers. The gesture was cute, silly and sweet and meant to make her relax and watching Vivian’s eyes squint shut with the soft sound of her giggle, his heart was nearly bursting with how he felt about her. Niall had never wanted to make love to a girl more than he did right then.

Reaching up to grab one of her hands that was still twisted into his hair, Niall brought it over to his lips and softly pressed kisses across Vivian’s knuckles. She stared up at him, the handsome and generous yet self-assured man who was resting naked between her thighs and shaking with desire, and wrinkled her brow. Niall saw her expression change slightly and he breathed out a smile. “Just wanted to kiss your hand, to be a gentleman. I know ya like that.”

Vivian burst out a laugh and grabbed around Niall’s stubbled jaw, bringing him down into another kiss. Her lips locked with his and it was only a matter of a few more seconds of rolling tongues and sticky bodies before Niall had his hand down between Vivian’s legs. A shudder ravaged her tensed body, her mouth falling open in a delectable little whine as she felt his touch slip across her trembling center. She was wet, silky on his fingertips and Niall propped himself up on his elbow, taking the time to gently play with her. He slowly rubbed along her warm folds and teased at her opening and Vivian almost couldn't move, stunned by the overwhelming feelings of pleasure.

Niall watched her, their eyes darting fast over one another as her chest heaved with her rapid breaths. His fingertip dragged over the soft little nub that was nestled between her folds and Vivian’s body coiled up in a whimper from the intensity of the feeling. It made a grin slip over his lips and he slowly moved his touch downwards, closer to her entrance. His gently pushed the very tip of his middle finger past her opening, Vivian letting her mouth drop open as she scraped her fingernails along his scalp. Niall was pleased with her reaction and he eased his finger in a bit further, just enough to ready her and he slowly began to slide it in and out.

Gasping for a breath between her soft moans, her eyes rolled back for a mere moment before she glanced back up at Niall. “I wanna touch you too,” she choked out. Vivian had no idea what she was doing, or what she was supposed to do. She had never even seen a man down there before, let alone put her hands on one, but all she wanted was to touch him. To feel him. In the same way that he was feeling her.

Niall just smiled at her uncouth eagerness, twisting over slightly so that she could easily slip her hand down the front of his body. Staring up at him, she tangled her hand around his swollen length, quickly noticing how much it had fattened up since before and Niall’s eyes rolled back slightly as she began to gently tug at him. His fingertips explored along her core, slipping through the wetness that was leaking from her as Vivian continued to play with him.

Moments later his mouth was back on hers, kissing her full and deep and she yanked her hand up from between them to grasp around the sides of his face, urging him further into the kiss. Niall was ready, ready to be with her–be inside her–and he slid his fingers away from her blistering hot center, tangling them up into her hair. “I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he breathed out.  

Shaking her head, Vivian pecked his lips. “You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t.” She was more than ready, she knew she was, though she had no idea how any of it was going to feel. But she had never wanted anything more in her life than to be with him in a way that she had never been with any other man. Niall gingerly nodded his head and barely lifted his hips to line himself up. Vivian held back a deep breath, the anticipation over riding her as he very slowly slid himself past her opening. Her eyes pinched closed in a sharp inhale as his thickness stretched her inner walls, the slight burn pulsing through her entire body. Niall paused, holding himself still inside her as his worried eyes scoured over her strewn in features. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want her in pain.

Scrunching up her face even more, Vivian nodded her head and wrapped her arms around him. She could tell that he had stopped, and she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep going. “It’s alright,” she whispered to him, encouraging him by gently rolling her hips.

Niall took her hint and he started to move again, slowly inching himself deeper into her until he was buried as far he could go. He held her head in his hands, resting his forehead to hers as he kissed away the tiny whimpers that left her parted mouth. Niall wanted to take it slow with her, he wanted to take his time, feel her tightness around him as he worked above her and he began to rock his hips back and forth. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her; flicking over her face as he pushed himself in and out of her and Vivian’s grip grew tighter to Niall, the pads of her fingers sinking into the sticky flesh of his back. Niall’s hands cradled the sides of her head, holding her as close as he could and a few minutes went by, his thrusts picking up, faster and with more power as his chest heaved and the sweat beaded up along his hairline when he noticed the corner’s of Vivian’s closed eyes welling up with tears.

Niall choked back a ragged breath and slowed the rolling of his hips. His lips parted as he stared down at her flushed face and used his thumbs to wipe away at the escaping tears. Vivian opened her watery eyes to peer up at him. “Please don’t cry, love,” he whispered, darting his concerned stare with hers, “I’m sorry, I’m...I’m not tryin’ to hurt ya…”

Vivian’s chin trembled through his kind words, but she shook her head and hugged her arms around Niall even tighter. “You’re not...I promise, keep goin’...”

Biting down on his lip, Niall nodded and slipped his one hand down the length of her body, splaying his large palm around the side of her bottom. He helped to guide Vivian’s legs up around his slim hips, hooking her ankles around the back of his thighs. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, fill her more as he buried himself all the way inside her. A garbled cry edged from Vivian’s throat, her head pushing back into the mattress as Niall started to work her even harder. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling in that moment, too much at once; the heat and weight from his rolling body, the burn from him stretching her slowly dissipating with every thrust, the heady smell of his skin and the blurry vision of him moving on top of her. It was overwhelming and invigorating all at the same time. Sex was new to her and Vivian wasn’t clear on what it was supposed to feel like, but all she knew is that it had started to feel good down there and having him inside her like that, with his soft thick body melded to hers and his lips brushing at her mouth with every thrust, it made a wicked fire rumble in her belly and tingle over her flushed skin.

Niall slipped his face down to the side of Vivian’s, his grunts, short and guttural, filled her ear as he rocked his hips against hers. Screwing her eyes closed, the young woman squeezed her arms around his body and tucked her face in against the slope of his shoulder. His fingers entwined in her hair as he cupped the back of her head, her center was warm and throbbing around him with every thrust and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. She just felt so good–too good–and Niall attached his mouth to the tender spot under Vivian’s ear, sucking lightly at the skin.  

Vivian cried out at the feeling, the air around them dense and tacky, sticking to the back of her throat as she struggled to pull in a decent breath. It was only a few more thrusts, Niall’s body glued to hers with the pooling sticky sweat before he was writhing above her and mumbling the sound of her name. Her mouth fell open in a shallow gasp against his neck as she felt him stiffen up inside her and his entire body tense, Niall groping rashly at the fleshy side of her bum as he slowed and strained to catch his breath.

The room was quiet, so quiet that Vivian could have sworn the earth stopped spinning as her heart thumped wild in her chest. Niall wasn’t moving anymore, and the sweet sound of his heaving breaths pelted against her ear as he brushed his hand down her hair. Their bodies, spent and damp with sweat, fell idle as Niall slowly slid his face away from the side of Vivian’s to catch her stare. Her head gently laid back down to the bed and she saw Niall’s face, mottled red with a slick sheen along his forehead and he darted his eyes with hers. “I tried–,” he spit out, crinkling his brow, “I...fuck, I couldn’t hold it…”

Vivian softly smiled up at him, her eyes fluttering as she brought her hands over to cup around his stubbled jaw. “It was perfect, Niall,” she told him, a small tear slipping from the corner of her eye, “it was absolutely perfect.”

Niall huffed out a relieved and contented sigh, and smiled, leaning down to let his lips ghost over hers. “Happy Birthday, baby,” he breathed, giving her the most sweetest of kisses.

*****

They had fallen asleep in each others arms, the blinding light of the moon spilling in through the only window of Niall’s apartment. Cuddled under the blankets, Vivian awoke a few hours later only to realize that Niall was no longer beside her in the bed. The warmth from his body had long left the wrinkled sheets, but she could still smell the linger of smoke and Vivian blinked open her sleep-laden eyes to peek around the room. Her heart nearly stopped as she tried to focus through the darkness of the scantily decorated space and she propped up onto her elbows, her brow folding in as she heard what sounded like the faint crinkle of paper.

It was Niall. Standing naked off to the side of the bed and right in front of the open window, just staring out into the cloudy night sky as he smoked a cigarette. He hadn’t heard her waken, and Vivian breathed out a soft smile as she took a second to watch him. He carded his fingers up through his hair and down the side of his face as he took a long puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke out above his head. She could see the very glint of light coming in from the moon and the street lamps, shining across his glazed eyes and along the front of his body. Licking over her lips, her gaze drifted down the front of him, seeing each dip and valley of his frame, each part of him that had been so new to her but a mere few hours before, being highlighted to the point of perfection. He was exquisite.

Grabbing at the blankets, Vivian carefully flipped them off her naked body and clambered off the bed. She tiptoed over to Niall, and her touch as she dragged her hand along his lower back, barely startled him and he chuckled lightly as he peeked over at her. Vivian leaned in, pressing a tiny kiss to the side of his shoulder. “Come back to bed,” she breathed out, pushing her chin to his arm as she looked up at him through the tops of her eyes.

His eyes fawned over her face, and he gave her a smile. Her heart was still reeling with the night they had spent together and she knew he felt it too. Vivian smiled back at him but Niall continued to stay quiet, just starting over at her as she kept her chin resting against his shoulder. “What?” she asked, curious to his reaction.

“I love you, Vivian.”

Shifting away from him slightly, Vivian tipped her head to the side. If he could have heard how loud her heart was pounding, surely it would have sent him in hysterics. Those three little words, ones that Vivian had been holding onto so dear, afraid of actually saying them out loud for fear of how he would react, were now floating in the air between them. Dangling like the string of a kite in the wind just waiting for her to grasp ahold. And he had been the one to let them go. For the first time, Niall was in love. And for the first time, so was Vivian.

If only she knew that his heart was pounding in his chest just as loud as her own. “I...I dunno how I know, but I do. I love you,” he finished.

Scrapping her teeth across her bottom lip, Vivian took in a shallow breath. “I love you too, Niall,” she said back to him. It was but a split second before Niall had her face in his hands and his lips pressed to hers. She giggled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. “C’mon,” she continued, breaking the meeting of their lips, “let’s get back to bed, now.”

Niall attacked her neck as he shuffled them back over to the bed, nibbling playfully at her skin as the young woman giggled and threw her head back in jest. They tumbled to the mattress in another passionate kiss, and it wasn’t long until they were once again snuggled into each others arms and falling back to sleep.

*****

He watched intently from his parked car as the garage door lifted open and the two young lovers emerged early that next morning. Squinting past his intoxicated state, he brought the bourbon bottle that he had been nursing all night up to his lips, and it swayed a bit as he gulped back a generous sip. He wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand, his jaw clenching and his fingers tightening around the bottle as he saw Niall walk Vivian over to her car, her shoes dangling from her fingertips and her usually pristine hair askew, and kissed her goodbye. But it was more than a kiss goodbye, it was a feverish kiss, heartfelt and impassioned, one that marked the blissful end to the magical night they had spent together. A night that he felt was meant for him, not for Niall.

Throwing the bottle down to the floorboard of his car in a heated curse, Cliff waited until Vivian had gotten into her car and drove off before he slipped on his sunglasses and peeled out of the alleyway beside the small neighborhood grocery and deli.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

oh for the 18 and 9 one i sent can you do greaser au?

Um I didn’t get an 18 and 9 one but I can happily write it haha

Speech 9 - “I’m so lost”

Speech 18 - “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

AU 2 - Greaser!AU

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“Princess? Everything alright?” Niall asked, picking up the phone when he saw his girlfriend’s photo on the screen.

“Hey... so... I’m so lost,” she admitted awkwardly.

“What?”

“I was coming over to yours, right? I got off the bus and everything was cool, you know? I started walking towards your place but then I noticed someone was following me and I got scared and so I took some random turns to see if they really were following me and they were and they still are and now I’m lost and I don’t know what to do,” her voice was shaking with the effort of attempting to remain quiet so as not to be overheard by the person following her. 

“Shit,” Niall muttered. “It’s okay - it’s going to be okay, I promise I’ll come find you.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said and Niall could her the tears in her voice and it broke his heart to think of her being as scared as she clearly was, on the greaser side of town without him to protect her as he usually would be.

He hated to say it, but his pretty girlfriend from the richer side of town was an easy target for those who lived in Niall’s neighbourhood.

Hence why, whenever she came to visit him, he would always come and pick her up from the bus station, he would go everywhere with her to make sure she wasn’t targeted or, on the off chance that he wasn’t able to, he ensured that she had something which would mark her as his girl, which would be enough to sway anyone away from even thinking of approaching her.

But today, he had had to work later than usual and, by now, Niall figured that most people recognised Y/N as his girl, and she knew the way to his home well enough by this point that they had decided it should be okay for her to get to his without him.

He didn’t live that far from the bus station, it should have been fine.

“Stay on the phone with me, okay, Princess? I’m coming to get you. Have you got anything to protect yourself?” He asked, shrugging on his leather jacket and grabbing his keys before rushing out of his apartment.

“I’ve got my keys in my hand but I don’t know how useful I’ll be,” she admitted, her voice still shaky and terrified. “I’m sorry, Ni.”

“Hey, hey, none of that, Princess. No need to apologise, yeah? It’s gonna be okay,” his voice was soft, a tone that he reserved purely for use when talking to Y/N. A tone which he would never in a million years allow for anyone else to hear him use. “Can you tell me what’s around you?”

“I just passed a laundrette,” Y/N whispered. “He’s getting closer,” she added desperately.

“Shit - what was its name?” 

“Spin Cycle,” was the immediate response and relief flooded Niall immediately when he recognised the name as being only a few streets away from him.

“I’m coming,” Niall promised her, practically running down the dingy streets of the place he called home.

Relief crashed down on him when he spotted her. Sure enough, there was a shadowy figure following behind her but the moment that Y/N saw him, she hung up and ran towards him.

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart,” she confessed and Niall’s heart broke from seeing the tears in her eyes and didn’t hesitate to crush her to his chest. 

He glared at the figure who had been following Y/N, unable to make out any distinguishing features.

“If you don’t leave my girl the fuck alone, rest assured I’ll find you and slit your throat,” Niall hissed. His words were enough to scare of the figure, who turned and ran back the way he came from. “Are you okay?” He cooed, his voice immediately a million times softer when he addressed Y/N. She nodded into his chest.

“Sorry - I was just so... so fuckin’ scared.” Niall kissed the top of her head, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

“Come on - lets get you home.”

HEARTBREAK WEATHER DAY!!

[yihooniall]

Why all this rubbish blind channel? This is a Niall website. These greasers are vile.

it’s not rubbish ?????? what greasers ? fuck off

[alexenglish]

Ziall in opposing greaser gangs that fight all the time. Niall drops his comb during one of the fights. Both he and Zayn reach for it at the same time. Their hands touch. They find love in the middle of a bar brawl.

the romeo and juliet we deserve.