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harrrystyles-writing · 29 days ago

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migaaa! tudo bem?

não sei se você está aceitando pedidos…

mas vou deixar o meu aqui!

s/n é amiga colorida do harry. harry é convidado para uma entrevista/jogo de perguntas que ele precisa levar um amigo, então ele chama ela. as perguntas são mais quentes, falar sobre a vida sexual e tal, um papo mais descontraído. em um momento o harry é perguntado quando foi a ultima vez que ele fez sexo e ele responde ‘foi essa manhã’ dai a pergunta se volta pra s/n e ela responde ‘não me lembro, talvez essa manhã também?!’ dai o entrevistador dá uma zombada perguntando se foi com a mesma pessoa e eles negam que transaram e garantem que foi com pessoas diferentes e tal… só que em um momento a s/n está falando sobre como gosta de estar no comando durante o sexo e que até mordeu bem feio as costas do ‘cara’ todo mundo ri e tal porém o harry deixa escapar ‘deve ter sido incrível pra ele’ enfim a entrevista continua e tudo segue bem. mas no dia seguinte harry sai para correr na rua e é fotografado…

🚨https://x.com/bffwithharry/status/1802653745974505626?s=46 🚨

polêmica, pq agora todo mundo sabe que a s/n é a garota que o harry styles está f0d&nd* 😁

NotaAutora: Desculpa a demora para postar meu amor, mas espero que ainda goste 💗

Segredos em Jogo.

O som abafado dos andares passando era a única coisa que preenchia o silêncio tenso dentro do elevador enquanto Harry e S/N subiam até o estúdio. Os dois estavam parados lado a lado, próximos demais, quase sentindo o calor um do outro, mas mantendo as mãos afastadas como se temessem que um toque os expusesse.

S/N olhou para o visor digital do elevador, os números subindo lentamente. Ela soltou um suspiro baixo, mexendo nos cabelos.

— Tem certeza de que isso é uma boa ideia? — Ela perguntou, com a voz quase um sussurro, sem olhar diretamente para ele.

Harry se apoiou contra a parede metálica do elevador, cruzando os braços e exibindo aquele sorriso despreocupado que ela conhecia tão bem.

— Vai ficar tudo bem, prometo. — Ele disse, mas sua voz vacilou um pouco no final. — A gente só tem que... não dar na cara.

— Não dar na cara? — S/N virou-se para ele, erguendo uma sobrancelha. — Harry, nós somos terríveis nisso.

— Tá, talvez a gente não seja os melhores em disfarçar, mas hoje... — Ele se inclinou para mais perto, sua voz baixando para que só ela pudesse ouvir. — Hoje, a gente finge que somos só amigos, nada mais, sem olhares, sem toques suspeitos... sem lembranças da última noite.

S/N sentiu o estômago revirar ao lembrar de como, horas antes, estavam enroscados um no outro. Mas agora, o estúdio de podcast os esperava, junto com um apresentador curioso e milhares de ouvintes.

— Acho que consigo. — Ela disse, forçando um sorriso. — Desde que você não comece a me provocar como sempre faz.

— Eu? Provocar? — Ele riu baixo. — Eu sou um anjo, S/N.

Ela revirou os olhos, as portas do elevador abriram, e os dois saíram para o corredor que levava ao estúdio.

A luz suave das câmeras iluminava Harry e S/N, sentados lado a lado em um confortável sofá, rodeados por microfones e equipamentos de gravação.

O estúdio do podcast era moderno, com paredes revestidas em madeira e um painel de LED ao fundo, onde o nome do programa se destacava em tons vibrantes.

Podcast "Verdades Nua e Crua."

Ao lado deles, o apresentador, com um sorriso malicioso, iniciava o programa.

—E agora, meus queridos ouvintes, sejam bem-vindos a mais um episódio de "Verdades Nua e Crua"! E hoje, temos duas estrelas da música que eu sei que vocês amam — e que têm muita coisa pra contar! Com vocês, o talentoso cantor Harry Styles e a nossa maravilhosa cantora S/n! Sejam bem-vindos, pessoal! — Sorriu olhando para câmera. — Harry, é um prazer ter você por aqui, e hoje, que surpresa! Você trouxe como seu cúmplice ninguém menos que S/n! Dois grandes nomes juntos no nosso podcast, parece que estamos diante de um evento e tanto!

— S/n é minha amiga faz tanto tempo que só podia ser ela, não é? — Deu um tapinha no ombro da amiga.

— Oi, gente! Tô animada, mas já tô arrependida de ter aceitado isso aqui.

— Ah, arrependida nada! A gente vai se divertir... como sempre, né?

— Hoje o papo é sem filtro, hein? Nada de ficar fugindo de perguntas! Preparados?

— Ai, já tô tensa, mas bora lá! — S/n encolheu os ombros.

— Vamos ver se saio vivo daqui! — Harry disse rindo de nervoso.

— Vamos começar leve... Harry, como você lida com toda essa atenção que recebe de tantas mulheres?

— Bem... — Ele pensou um pouco. — Eu tenho não ligar muito para isso.

— Para de ser mentiroso, você adora toda atenção.— S/n deu um tapinha em seu amigo. — Esse homem tem um ego grande por isso. — Ela ri.

— Eita! Já começamos com revelações. — O apresentador entrou na brincadeira. — Vamos esquentar um pouco mais, Harry qual sua parte favorita em alguém, tipo... você sabe? Aquele detalhe que te chama atenção...

— Sou um cara que presta muita atenção nos olhos e na boca, mas se for pra escolher algo mais... específico, vou ter que dizer pescoço, um pescoço bonito faz diferença!

— Pescoço, hein? Interessante! E você, S/n? Qual é aquela parte que te deixa de queixo caído?

— Eu gosto muito das mãos, mãos bonitas me atraem... — Sorriu maliciosamente para as mãos de Harry por um segundo.

— Beijo na nuca ou mordida na orelha? O que ganha o coração e o corpo de vocês?

— Eu sou mais time mordida na orelha. Dá um arrepio diferente, sabe? — Harry mordeu o lábio dando uma piscadinha.

— Ah, eu sou mais beijo na nuca... dá um arrepio só de pensar!

— Olha o clima na est�� esquentando. Próxima... S/n, você acha que vale tudo entre quatro paredes ou tem alguns limites que não podem ser ultrapassados?

— Eu acho que entre quatro paredes vale quase tudo, desde que as duas pessoas estejam na mesma sintonia. Tem que ter respeito, mas se for consensual e os dois estiverem curtindo, por que não?

— E você, Harry, concorda ou tem algo que não rola pra você?

— Concordo, acho que o importante é estar confortável, mas tem que ser divertido também, se tá tudo bem pra ambos, sem julgamentos, cada casal tem suas regras, né?

— Justo! Agora uma rapidinha: no escuro ou com a luz acesa? — O apresentação Arqueou as sobrancelhas olhando fixamente para o cantor.

— Ah, luz acesa tem seu valor, gosto de ver tudo que tá acontecendo.

— Eu também, olho no olho, dá mais... intensidade.

— Vou anotar essas dicas, safadinhos, Agora, uma mais direta... Harry! Qual foi o lugar mais inusitado onde você já transou? Pode ser lugar público, viagem?

— Ah, essa é difícil, mas vou confessar, teve uma vez que rolou em um avião, numa viagem longa, mas não vou dar detalhes, mas foi no ar.

—Uau! Avião? Isso sim é aventura! Agora e qual foi a última vez que você transou?

— Hmmm... Está manhã?

— E você, S/n?

— Não me lembro, está manhã também?

— Que coincidência... Sabendo que saiu fotos de vocês no mesmo hotel? — O apresentador trocou olhares com os dois e ambos riram. — Foram com a mesma pessoa?

— Pessoas diferentes claro. — S/n defendeu-se.

— Exato! Acho que apenas o destino sendo generoso? — Harry acrescentou.

— Com certeza Destino, claro... — O apresentação reforço sem tentar esconder a risada. — Próxima! Gostam de dominar ou serem dominados?

— Ah, eu gosto de ter as rédeas, digamos que gosto de deixar marcas. — Confessou S/n, olhando diretamente para Harry.

— Marcas? Uau! E onde foi marca mais inusitada que já deixou em alguém?

— Nas costas.

—Deve ter sido incrível pra ele. — Harry, não resistiu soltando as palavras sem palavras.

S/n olhou confusa para ele,

houve uma pausa antes que o riso se espalhasse pelo estúdio. O apresentador sorriu para a câmera, aproveitando o momento para criar ainda mais tensão.

— Você também gosta disso, Harry?

— Bem, depois desse comentário não posso negar.

Harry e S/n riram, tentando manter a pose, mas a química entre eles era palpável.

— E aí, pessoal, antes de encerrarmos, tenho uma surpresinha. Vocês achavam que iam escapar fácil, né? Agora a gente vai brincar de Eu Nunca – com direito a uma bebidinha! Pra quem não conhece a brincadeira, funciona assim: eu falo uma frase começando com "Eu Nunca", e se vocês já fizeram, têm que tomar um gole da bebida. — O apresentador colocou na frente deles uma bandeja com várias doses.

— Ih, agora complicou! Não tem como escapar, né? — Cantora riu inclinando-se para Harry.

Com certeza assim que esse episódio fosse ao ar ia dar muito no que falar.

— Vai ser difícil sair ileso dessa... — Styles acrescentou pegando a primeira dose

— Vamos lá, vou começar leve... Eu nunca enviei uma mensagem picante para a pessoa errada.

Ambos tomaram um gole.

— Olha, tô vendo que esse podcast vai finalizar pegando fogo! Próxima: Eu nunca tive um sonho quente com alguém que conheço pessoalmente.

Ambos tomaram mais uma vez

— Esses sonhos sempre entregam a gente, né? Ok, próxima: Eu nunca fui pego(a) em uma situação comprometedora pelos meus pais.

— Aí pelos menos isso eu, nunca! — S/n comemoro, mas não conteve a risada quando Harry tomou novamente.

— O que? Faz parte.

— Essa deve ter sido difícil de superar, hein, Harry?Próxima: Eu nunca tive um transa de apenas uma noite.

Ambos se entre olharam tomando mais um.

— Essa rodada tá reveladora demais! Vamos continuar... Eu nunca fiquei com alguém famoso e mantive em segredo.

Essa foi tão óbvia que até o apresentador não conseguiu segurar a risada enquanto ambos brigam mais um shot.

— Isso tá ficando cada vez melhor, agora, a última, pra fechar com chave de ouro: Eu nunca tive um "amigo colorido"

Os últimos shots mal conseguiram ser tomados por conta da risada de todos.

— Gente, que rodada foi essa! Eu sabia que o Eu Nunca ia render revelações, mas vocês se superaram. Esse foi, com certeza, um dos episódios mais divertidos de Verdades Nua e Crua! Muito obrigado.

....

Na manhã seguinte, o sol já estava alto quando Harry saiu pela porta do hotel, os paparazzi estavam por toda parte, ele sabia que não tinha chance e tê-lo por perto já era familiar. Ele fez sua corrida matinal como de costume, mas estava tão quente aquele dia que nem se importou em tirar a camisa, mas depois chegou novamente ao hotel para um longo banho, e ver os tabloides que já estavam circulando ele se arrependeu profundamente de ter corrido aquela manhã.

As revelações estavam por todos os canais de fofocas , a matéria principal era sobre: a mordida.

A mordida de S/N, ainda fresca em sua pele.

"Harry Styles e S/N, mais do que amigos, afinal?"

"Marca de mordida em Harry Styles? Ele seria possivel homem a quem a cantora S/n, se referiu em podcast?

"Podcast revela mais do que o planejado?"

Ele se jogou no sofá do quarto, fechando os olhos por um segundo, sentindo o peso da exposição. Eles achavam que poderiam manter tudo sob controle, mas a química entre eles era óbvia demais, impossível de esconder e a marca fresca em sua pele era prova disso.

Assim que ele abriu os olhos, o telefone vibrou em suas mãos.

Era ela.

— Você viu? — A voz dela soava no limite entre a preocupação e a diversão.

— Vi. — Ele disse, rindo nervoso. — Eu esqueci que ela estava ali, acho que eu acabei entregando tudo.

— Desculpa por isso, devia ter sido mais cuidadosa. — Ela riu. — Mas, sinceramente, o que esperávamos? A gente não consegue esconder nada.

— É, acho que não! Então... qual é o plano agora?

— Sobreviver ao escândalo e... fingir que não nos importamos?

— Parece um bom plano.

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heyangel28 · 7 months ago

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TEXTS BETWEEN EX-BOYF!HARRY STYLES

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, drunk Harry?

A/N: Idk where this came from but 🤷🏼‍♀️ enjoy x sorry it’s not a story, just something until I no longer have writers block

#Harry styles #fanfic #one shot #text messages #original character #one direction #fanfiction #writing #breakup #short story

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unabashegirl · 2 months ago

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Fragments — one shot

Harry runs into Y/N in Japan. She is his ex and she is seeking closure.

Author's note: Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing well. Here is this week's one shot! I hope you enjoy it. LOTS OF ANGST! The second part will get posted tomorrow.

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Please note that everything that is both underlined and italicized is from the past—they are flashbacks!

word count 3.9K

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As the sun began its descent in the late afternoon sky, Shiba Park in Tokyo was bathed in a gentle, golden light. The cherry blossoms, just beginning to bloom, added a delicate touch of pink to the scene, signaling the early days of spring. The air was crisp but not cold, filled with the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers and fresh grass.

Harry Styles, hoping to escape the relentless pace of his life, walked through the park with a coffee in hand. Dressed casually, he blended in with the locals, his trademark curls tucked under a beanie and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. The sounds of children playing, birds chirping, and the distant hum of the city created a peaceful backdrop.

As Harry roamed along the winding paths, taking in the serene beauty of the park, his attention was drawn to a familiar figure sitting on the grass. It was Y/N, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying a solitary picnic. A blanket was spread out before her, adorned with an assortment of snacks and a book lying open beside her. She seemed lost in her own world, her face relaxed and serene.

Two years had passed since their breakup, a period marked by unresolved tensions and painful memories. Seeing Y/N unexpectedly stirred a mix of emotions within Harry. He paused, torn between the urge to approach and the instinct to keep his distance. The years apart had softened some of the bitterness, but the wounds were still there, just beneath the surface.

Y/N, sensing someone's gaze, looked up and their eyes met. For a moment, time stood still. The park faded away, and all that existed was the shared history and unspoken words between them. Harry's heart raced, and he wondered if the universe was giving them a chance to get some closure or if it was sick joke.

Harry's breath hitched slightly as he stood there, unsure of what to do next. His mind raced with memories of their past together—the good times, the laughter, the fights, and ultimately, the heartbreak. He took a tentative step forward, then stopped. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed to be caught in a similar turmoil. Her eyes, which had initially shown surprise, softened as she looked at him, but there was also a hint of uncertainty.

The sounds of the park seemed to fade into the background as they continued to hold each other’s gaze. Finally, Harry took another step forward and then another until he was standing a few feet away from her. He hesitated, then managed a small, tentative smile.

“I thought Japan was my territory and off limits for you” he said, his voice gentle, almost hesitant.

“Didn’t realize that we still had divided territories. Weren’t you in Italy a few weeks ago?” she replied, a playful tone in her voice, but her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. She shifted slightly on the blanket, making room as if inviting him to sit.

He took the invitation, lowering himself onto the grass beside her. For a few moments, they sat in silence, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and distant laughter from other park visitors. Harry took a sip of his coffee, searching for the right words.

"Point taken," he said with a knowing smile, aware that Italy held a special place in her heart. Perhaps that's why he found himself spending most of his free time there—chasing her and the memories they had once shared. Italy had become one of refuge, a place where he could feel closer to her, even if she was no longer by his side.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," he finally said, glancing at her.

"I didn’t expect to see you either," she replied, a faint smile touching her lips. "How have you been?"

He nodded, looking down at his coffee cup. "I've been... busy. Touring, recording, the usual. What about you?"

“Good. Nothing unusual” she said, her gaze drifting to the cherry blossoms. "Life's been quiet, but good.”

"How long are you staying?"

"A month."

"You finally took those vacations," he smiled warmly, fully aware of how much she had dreamed of this much-needed break. The thought of her taking time for herself brought a sense of relief—he had always wanted her to prioritize her well-being, even if their paths had diverged.

Y/N nodded, a grateful expression softening her features. "Yes, finally," she replied, a hint of exhaustion tinged with excitement in her voice. "I needed this more than I realized."

Harry looked at her, noticing the subtle signs of weariness that hinted at the weight she had been carrying. "I'm glad you're giving yourself this time," he said sincerely. "You deserve it."

As they sat on the grass, Y/N suddenly glanced at her watch and then back at Harry, her expression shifting. "I need to get going," she said softly, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Harry looked at her, concern etching his features. "Is everything okay?"

She nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I have stuff to do."

Harry felt a pang of disappointment but tried to hide it. "I get it," he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “Let me walk you out?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure”.

They stood up together, brushing off their clothes. As they walked side by side through the park, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across their path. The silence between them was comfortable, though charged with unspoken words and hidden feelings.

Y/N looked at him momentarily and she felt like she was in the dream. Like in one of the numerous dreams that she had when they had just broken up.

As they neared the exit, Harry felt a growing sense of urgency. He wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. The thought of not seeing her again gnawed at him, so he took a deep breath and asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

Y/N glanced at him, sensing the hesitation in his voice. "I’m not sure yet."

Harry's heart raced as he quickly blurted out, "I’m taking a course on making sushi in the afternoon, and in the evening, I was invited to an art exhibition. Would you like to come with me?"

He winced slightly, realizing how rushed and jumbled his words had sounded. But to his relief, Y/N seemed to understand him perfectly. She hesitated, clearly taken aback by the suddenness of the invitation. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to decline, to remind herself of the pain that still lingered from their past. Yet another part of her, the part that still held onto the connection they once shared, was tempted to say yes.

She looked at him, trying to gauge his intentions. It wasn’t lost on her how much effort he was putting into this, how much he seemed to want to bridge the gap between them. But she also knew that accepting would mean opening old wounds, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Deep down, she felt a strong need for closure. She deserved at least that from him—an explanation for everything that had happened in those last few months. The questions that had haunted her, the confusion that lingered, all demanded answers. And as much as she wanted to protect herself from further pain, she knew that without closure, she would never truly be able to move on.

She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she weighed her options. Harry’s invitation felt like an opportunity—a chance to finally confront the unresolved issues between them, to hear his side of the story, and maybe even to find some peace.

“Okay,” she said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I’ll go”.

Harry’s eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and relief. “Really?”

She nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah”. she agreed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Harry nodded, his smile growing. “I’ll pick you up”.

“Sounds good” She gave him a small nod.

As Y/N walked away, a surprising sense of calm washed over her. She returned to the charming Airbnb she had rented, a place that had captivated her with its traditional decor and tranquil Japanese garden. This trip had been a rare indulgence—she never took vacations, so she had splurged on a stay that offered peace and serenity. Running into Harry had been the last thing she expected, a twist she hadn’t anticipated.

Once back, Y/N found herself reaching for the bottle of wine she had been saving for her last night in Japan. She poured herself a generous glass, savoring the rich aroma, and then slid open one of the doors that led to the garden. Sitting on the edge, she let her gaze drift over the carefully tended landscape, the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze soothing her nerves.

As she sipped her wine, memories flooded back—how it all began with Harry, how blissfully happy they had been during those first two years. The laughter, the shared dreams, the moments that had once made her heart soar.

Y/N rushed through the crowded streets, her phone cradle between her ear and shoulder as she fumbled with bags. She was late, as usual, and in the midst of her hurried pace, she decided to call her coworker to confirm a meeting time.

Without looking too closely, she scrolled through her contacts and dialed the number of her coworker. The phone rang twice before a voice answered on the other end.

“Hello?” a deep, distinctly British voice said.

“Hey, I’m running a bit late,” Y/N said not bothering with pleasantries. “But I’m almost there, so don’t leave without me, okay?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “Um, I think you might have the wrong number, love,” the voice replied, amusement clear in the tone.

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. That wasn’t her coworker’s voice. Realization hit her like a freight train.

“Oh my God,” she blurted out, her face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I thought I was calling someone else!”

The man on the other end chuckled, a warm, easy sound that somehow made her feel even more flustered. “It’s not every day I get a call like this. I’m amused”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear into thin air. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, feeling like a complete idiot. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me at all. Don’t hang up just yet” He assured her, his voice still light with humor. “I’m a bit curious now. Who were you trying to call?”

“My coworker,” she replied, still mortified. “We were supposed to meet for a presentation, and I’m runnin —”

Suddenly, the call cut off, the connection lost as she moved through a spotty area of service. She stared at her phone in disbelief, her face heating up with a mix of mortification and frustration.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen, but she couldn’t bring herself to redial. It had been a mistake, after all. He probably didn’t think twice about it, she told herself, brushing off the encounter as nothing more than a fleeting moment of awkwardness.

Little did she know, the brief exchange would leave a lasting impression on him. The first track on his next album would be inspired by that stranger’s call, and it would become a hit record.

The next day, as they strolled through the bustling streets of Japan, Harry noticed the silence that had settled between them. The vibrant surroundings seemed to contrast with the quiet tension that hung in the air. He glanced over at Y/N, who was lost in thought, her expression distant.

“You’re quieter than usual,” Harry remarked gently, breaking the silence. His tone was soft, tinged with concern as he searched her face for any sign of what might be on her mind.

Y/N looked up, startled out of her thoughts. She offered him a small, almost apologetic smile. “Just taking it all in,” she replied, her voice quieter than usual too, as if she were trying to keep something at bay.

Harry nodded, but he could tell there was more to it. There was a weight in her eyes that hadn’t been there before, a heaviness that seemed to grow with each step they took closer to the restaurant he had reserved for their private cooking lesson.

“I don’t want this to be awkward,” Harry said, sensing the tension that lingered between them. He wanted to clear the air, to ease the unease that seemed to hang over them, but he knew that doing so would mean opening Pandora’s box—revealing a lot of things he wasn’t ready to confront just yet.

Harry’s words hung in the air, and for a moment, Y/N hesitated. She didn’t want to make things more difficult, but the weight of unspoken questions pressed down on her, demanding to be acknowledged.

“Harry,” she began, her voice trembling slightly as she forced herself to continue, “what went wrong?”.

The question hung there, raw and exposed, cutting through the fragile peace they had tried to maintain. Harry’s steps faltered, his breath catching as he turned to face her, the streets of Japan fading into the background.

“Y/N…” he started, but his voice trailed off, as if he couldn’t find the right words. Or maybe he was afraid of them.

She looked into his eyes, searching for something—an answer, an apology, anything that could make sense of the pain that had consumed her in the months after their breakup. “We used to be happy until those last few months,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry’s chest tightened as memories of their past came rushing back. He could see it all so clearly—the late-night conversations that stretched into the early morning, the spontaneous trips, the way she used to look at him with so much love in her eyes. It was all there, and it hurt to think about how they had lost it.

Y/N stood outside the studio, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of sight. She had only been dating Harry for a few weeks, and everything still felt so new, so fragile. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when she’d arrived at the studio, the sound of his voice singing had stopped her in her tracks.

She could hear him inside, his voice smooth and captivating as he worked through a melody with a small group of people. Y/N knew she should knock, let him know she was there, but something held her back. She was still shy around him, nervous about stepping into his world, a world she felt she was only just beginning to understand.

The music flowed through the walls, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She could hear the passion in Harry’s voice, the way he poured himself into every note. It was mesmerizing, and she found herself leaning closer to the door, not wanting to miss a single word.

She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she listened. This was Harry in his element, doing what he loved, and she didn’t want to interrupt that. But as much as she loved hearing him sing, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place, like she was intruding on something private.

Just as she was about to quietly slip away, the door to the studio creaked open. One of the musicians stepped out, giving Y/N a polite nod as he passed by. She froze, hoping he hadn’t noticed her lingering there like some awkward fan. But as the door swung wider, Y/N realized with a jolt that Harry was looking directly at her.

He paused mid-sentence, his eyes lighting up with surprise and something else—something warmer. A smile spread across his face, and he excused himself from the group, his gaze never leaving hers as he stepped toward the doorway.

“Hey darlin’” Harry said softly, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and affection. “How long have you been out here?”

Y/N blushed, feeling caught. “Not long,” she lied, glancing down at her shoes. “I didn’t want to interrupt… You sounded amazing, by the way.”

Harry chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “You could’ve come in, you know. I don’t bite,” he teased, but his eyes were gentle, understanding her hesitation.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she admitted, still feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

“Come here. You can never distract me” Harry said, his tone sincere. He reached out, taking her into a tight hug. Harry pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if he were trying to shield her from the world. She melted into him, her head resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

Harry held her close, his hand gently stroking her back in slow, soothing circles. The tension she had felt earlier began to dissolve in the comfort of his embrace, replaced by a sense of peace that only he could bring her. He smelled like a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him, a scent that was both familiar and calming.

He pulled back just enough to look down at her, his eyes soft with affection.

“You are staring” She murmured, her voice low and tender. Before she could add anything else, Harry leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, his lips lingering there for a moment as if to seal his words with reassurance.

The kiss was sweet, filled with a quiet promise that made Y/N’s heart flutter. When he pulled back, he gave her a soft smile, his eyes filled with warmth. Without letting go of her, Harry reached down and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. His grip was firm, yet gentle.

“You tell me,” Harry said, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through the tension between them. “You were the one who left.” The bitterness in his tone was undeniable, the memory of that night still raw and vivid in his mind.

Y/N flinched at the harshness in his words, the pain of that night rushing back to her as well. “You still don’t get it? “How hard is to accept the fact that I left you because you didn’t deserve me?”. She shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. “You shut me out. You pushed me away until I couldn’t take it”.

Harry’s jaw tightened, the frustration and hurt that had been simmering inside him now boiling over. “I didn’t know how to talk to you,” he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. “I still don’t know how to talk to you”.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, her heart breaking all over again. “You made me feel like I wasn’t enough,” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “Like I couldn’t do anything right, and that no matter how hard I tried, I was always going to lose you.”

Harry’s expression softened, the anger in his eyes giving way to regret. “It’s here” He said, his voice barely above a whisper as they arrived at the restaurant.

As they arrive at the restaurant, the atmosphere feels almost serene, a stark contrast to the tension that still lingers between them. The restaurant is tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, its traditional wooden façade illuminated by soft, warm lights. The sliding door opens as they approach, and they are greeted by the chef, a kind-looking man dressed in traditional Japanese clothing. His warm smile crinkles the corners of his eyes, and he bows slightly as he welcomes them.

"Welcome," the chef says in a gentle voice, his English tinged with a thick accent. "It is an honor to have you here today."

Harry returns the bow, his hand still lightly resting on Y/N’s back as they step inside. “Thank you for having us,” he replies, his tone respectful.

The chef guides them down a narrow hallway, leading them into a cozy kitchen space at the back of the restaurant. The kitchen is immaculate, with gleaming countertops and neatly arranged utensils. Fresh ingredients are laid out in beautiful wooden bowls, each one perfectly prepared for the lesson ahead. The smell of fresh fish, rice, and various seasonings fills the air, making Y/N’s stomach rumble slightly in anticipation.

The chef turns to them with another smile. “Today, we will be learning the art of sushi,” he says, gesturing to the ingredients. “Please, take an apron.”

Y/N reaches for one of the aprons hanging on a nearby hook, the fabric soft and clean in her hands. She fumbles slightly with the ties, her fingers a bit clumsy as she tries to secure it around her waist. Before she can figure it out, Harry steps forward, his hands gentle as he takes the ties from her.

“Here, let me help,” he says softly, his voice filled with a quiet warmth that makes her heart skip a beat.

Y/N turns slightly, allowing him to stand behind her. She feels the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck as he carefully ties the apron around her, his fingers brushing against her back in a way that sends shivers down her spine. There’s a tenderness in the way he handles the simple task, a care that speaks volumes, even without words.

“All set,” Harry murmurs, his voice close to her ear. He gives the ties a gentle tug to make sure they’re secure before stepping back, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips.

Y/N glances over her shoulder at him, her heart fluttering at the look in his eyes. “Thanks,” she whispers, her voice soft as she tries to ignore the way her emotions are threatening to bubble up to the surface.

The chef, oblivious to the silent exchange between them, claps his hands together, drawing their attention back to the task at hand. “Let us begin,” he says with enthusiasm. “I will show you how to prepare the rice, and then we will move on to cutting the fish.”

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to refocus her mind on the lesson ahead. But even as the chef begins to explain the process, she can’t shake the feeling of Harry’s hands on her, the lingering warmth of his touch a constant reminder of the connection that still exists between them, despite everything that has happened.

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MASTERLIST

>> Learn a little about me and my writing here <<

Everything is in order from oldest to newest. Unfortunately, all of my 2015 blurbs and one-shots got deleted from Wattpad, and I didn't have them saved anywhere else, so we begin with 2016.

The 2016 Blurbs

Taboo You and Harry have a little fun in the bathroom during a party.

Victoria's Secret Harry meets Victoria, a beautiful plus-size woman, at a party and is quite smitten with her.

The One Where Harry Tries to Win You Back When Harry cancels your date again, you decide to go out alone.

Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me You and Harry have a cute and silly evening together. AKA, Harry can’t help being cute, even when he’s drunk.

Happy Place While staying at a cabin with friends, Harry comforts you when you’re feeling down.

You're Never This Quiet Harry has been quiet all evening and you wonder why.

You Said You'd Never Leave You worry that you can no longer handle being Harry’s girlfriend.

Show Me Your Texts, or It's Over Harry finds out you've been in contact with your ex and gives you an ultimatum.

Just for the Record After returning home from a concert with Harry, you share a smoke and a bed.

Scars You have scars and are hesitant about letting Harry see you naked for the first time.

I Miss You You’ve grown frustrated and lonely because Harry is always busy.

Best Friends You and Harry are best friends, but he would love for it be more.

Rooms On Fire (The Morning After) You meet Harry Styles at a party and have an amazing night.

Slave 4 U 2 Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.

The Opera You and Harry can’t keep your hands off each other at the opera.

My Home You and Harry visit his family, but you have to stay in Gemma’s room.

A Night Out with Harry You take care of Harry after a drunken night out.

Back For You Harry is in town, and you go visit him at the hotel.

Melt A sexy evening with Harry.

Heartstrings You become One Direction’s new guitarist and you and your best friend Harry realize you have feelings for each other.

What's It Like You can’t sleep and decide to pay Harry a visit in the next room.

The Lucky One Harry is not too pleased when you run into your old high school crush at a restaurant.

Too Long It’s been too long since you and Harry have had sex.

Anniversary Pancakes Harry and his daughter make breakfast for his wife on their anniversary

We're Gonna Have a Baby Telling Harry he’s gonna be a dad.

Lyrics and Melodies: AM A very smitten Harry takes Julia back to his place for drinks and more music.

Claiming His Territory Harry gets jealous when he thinks another guy fancies you, and he decides to claim his territory.

This Is Me You're Talking To You and Harry are divorced, but you both still have feelings for each other.

Meeting Harry Styles After actress Mia Tangelo meets Harry Styles at a One Direction concert, he surprises her by showing up at her film premiere.

Kiss Me Kiss Me Samantha and Harry’s story of young romance and a first kiss.

Sweat Some post-workout sex.

Saturday Night Harry needs comforting after his performance on SNL.

Live From New York Harry’s on SNL and he gets a little jealous when he thinks you’re not there for him.

Leather and Lace The night Harry sang with Stevie at the Troubadour.

I Wish That It Could Be Like That An affair with Harry has taken its toll and is no longer enough.

Faithfully Harry shares the story of how you two met and fell in love.

Running On Empty An unfortunate incident at the gym.

Sometimes It Be That Way Soon after a breakup, Lilliana met Harry…but their relationship may have been doomed from the start.

Stones T-Shirt Commenting on Harry’s Rolling Stones shirt at a party leads to going to a concert with him.

Carrot Cake Harry has something he’s been wanting to ask Y/N, but the timing is never right.

Kinda Perfect It’s a girls’ night out and Harry shows up, but you decide not to let your new friend Tiffany know that Harry is your boyfriend.

What Happens In Vegas... Your Vegas trip to celebrate your friend’s birthday turns into a night you hadn’t expected when you meet Harry Styles in the casino.

Easy Like Sunday Morning It's your last day with Harry before he leaves.

Connect Not wanting to lose their connection, Lily takes a surprise trip to see Harry.

Comfort Food Jessica, a self-proclaimed foodie, helps her classmate Harry study for their Biology test.

Her Album Harry has finished recording his album, and he wants her to hear it. [in Harry's POV]

Ruin the Friendship It’s Ella’s birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.

You and I Alyssa always wanted Harry, so every time he called, she was there waiting for him at the bar. But one night, things shifted between them.

Rain Rain Lexie is on her way to visit her sister, and she’s taking Harry on the road trip with her, planning to drop him off at his friend’s house for a wedding. But the weather has other plans.

That Sunday, That Summer Kelly’s roommate Bianca talks her into participating in a celebrity charity scavenger hunt that Harry Styles surprisingly attends.

Friends Don't Harry and Gabriella have been good friends for a few years. But neither of them knows the feelings the other has.

Dressing For Revenge // Part 2 Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him.

Kiss Me Deadly The annual Halloween party at the local pub has Y/N excited when she decides to invite her boss at the University, Mr. Styles. But she soon begins to second guess her decision when Harry starts acting odd. Is Harry Styles really who she thinks he is? Will this Halloween be a fantasy come true…or the kiss of death?

Through the Wall Harry is your handsome neighbour, and you keep hearing him through the wall.

bad idea harry styles is back from uni and he looks better than you remember. problem is, he's your ex's brother.

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored part 2 of bad idea - after that one night with harry, you can't stop thinking about him...but things don't exactly turn out like you'd hoped.

Touch You’ve been having a hard time getting yourself off, so your roommate Harry offers a hand.

Filthy Cute You and Harry are in a secret relationship, and you get a little jealous when you think he’s flirting with your friend.

Out of Bounds After a few years of being a housewife, Tisa Jordan decided to go back to school. Hoping to find inspiration and a new direction in life, she didn’t expect to meet Harry Styles, a handsome British twenty-year-old. [39 chapters]

Cubicle I’m Harry. I have a mundane job where I sit in a cubicle all day. But things just got better because the hottest babe just started working here. And I’m determined to make her mine, even if just for one night. I’m Roni. I just started this new job, but all I can think about is the hottie in the corner cubicle. I think he likes me too. [22 chapters]

Fratboy Harry Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn’t care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything. [10 parts]

The Entertainer Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar. [10 parts]

Too Far From Texas Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star. [33 chapters]

Seven Six Five They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again. (Real Harry x Plus Size OC, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]

Tattooed Heart You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion. (Tattoo artist!harry x waitress y/n, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]

The Entertainer II * Updates will be sporadic * What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

Wild Horses * Updates will be sporadic * Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

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nutonmydraco · 1 month ago

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✶ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. . . 📜 .ᐟ

📂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ includes: matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, and more. . .

🪞fluff / 🧚🏻 smut / 🧷 angst / 🐇 a wattpad original

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 ‧₊˚ 🎞️ | short series

🎟️ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write a few short series based on iconic romance and rom-com movies we all know and love <3

i. the proposal ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

y/n is an executive editor for a book company in manhattan, new york. while she may be a powerful woman, many of her workers despise her. when y/n learns that she’s going to face deportation and has to return to canada, she does the unthinkable. she lies through her teeth and reveals to her boss that she’s getting married to her assistant, matt sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

ii. 10 things i hate about you ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

on the first day of school, finn instantly falls for the most popular girl in school; cassie. his plan to ask cassie out is destroyed when he learns that she’s forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, hates-all-men, un-dateable older sister, y/n, does. desperate, finn finds a possible match all over the school for y/n until he comes across the perfect one—the ‘bad boy’ with a bad reputation, chris sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iii. to all the boys i’ve loved before ✷ conrad fisher x fem!reader

five times. that’s how many times y/n has fallen in love and for each guy, she’s written a love letter that she keeps hidden in an old box. the letters remain a secret until y/n’s little sister sent all five letters to each guy it was addressed to. y/n was unaware of it until conrad fisher walked up to her one day, the folded paper in his hand. in an attempt to get his ex-girlfriend back, conrad proposes an idea that they should date. well, pretend to.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iv. roman holiday ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

it’s 1953 and princess y/n has arrived in rome, italy. overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, princess y/n escapes from the palace in the middle of the night and into the cobblestoned streets of rome. lost and frightened, she runs into an american freelance journalist, matt sturniolo, who shows her what it’s like to live a normal life.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

v. the parent trap ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

divorced parents. two daughters—twins. after meeting at summer camp, anya and juliette devise a plan to switch identities to give each other a chance to spend time with the parent they’ve missed. if their scheme goes well, they have a chance to bring their mom, y/n, and dad, harry, back together and become a family again.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗦𝗜 ‧₊˚ ⛪️ | one shots

🪽₊˚⊹ ━━ in which i write one shots for you! my inbox is open, so if you want to leave a request, feel free to let me know!

NOTE . . . .ᐟ requests that include certain kinks (e.g., piss kink), incest, anal, threesomes, and any other topics i find uncomfortable will be ignored.

i. little black dress ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ i wanna see the way you move for me, baby. . . ❞

in an attempt to move on from a brutal breakup with her piece-of-shit boyfriend, y/n gets dolled up for a frat party her friend had begged her to come to. hoping to just forget about it all by getting wasted, y/n is taken by surprise when she meets a frat boy, chris sturniolo, who had his eyes on her and her little black dress from the moment she walked in.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

one night stand, fratboy!chris, nsfw

ii. only angel ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

❛❛ it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets. . . ❞

famous popstar, harry styles, is performing at the 2017 victoria’s secret fashion show and he’s more ready than ever. while performing ‘only angel’, harry is captivated when an angel herself, y/n, steps out to walk down the runway. after the show, harry takes it upon himself to ask if he could take her out for dinner—only to end up stumbling into harry’s hotel room to do more french kissing than talking.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

famous!harry, model!y/n, nsfw

iii. juno ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ give me more than just some butterflies. . . ❞

rumors have been going around that famous popstar, y/n, and nfl player, chris sturniolo, are dating after months of being spotted together by fans and paparazzis. attending y/n’s show for the first time, chris is taken by surprise by the ‘freaky position’ she does on stage, all while looking at him. of course, fans go insane.

🪞⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

singer!y/n, nflplayer!chris, fluff

iv. i can see you ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ and i could see you up against the wall with me. . . ❞

y/n has been thinking about this guy in her english class—his hair, his face, his glasses. they’ve never spoken before, but y/n can’t help but develop feelings for him. maybe it’s the way he talks, or walks, or maybe it’s just his face. y/n finally gets the courage to talk to him, lying that she needs help with an assignment but he sees right through her. the only problem is that he’s her professor.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

professor!matt, student!y/n, older!matt, both are consenting adults, y/n is 21+, nsfw

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗬 ‧₊˚ 📰 | series

☁ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write multiple series filled with angst, fluff, and smut!

i. don’t blame me ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ lord, save me, my drug is my baby. . . ❞

y/n has had a secret admirer for months. every morning is the same thing—a note falls out from her locker, talking about her smile, her beauty, her everything. she throws each note away, and never thinks about it again. after being partnered up with chris, the quiet boy, in chemistry class, she forms a genuine bond with him. things begin to change when boys she has ever dated and her enemies were found in the woods, lifeless.

🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

obsessed!chris, killer!chris, quiet!chris, nsfw, angst, thriller

ii. sweet relief ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ it’s just something only we know. . . ❞

y/n has despised her brother’s best friend for years, but no one seems to know why. every time matt comes over to their house, y/n’s mood turns sour. growing tired of it, her brother, jax, forces y/n and matt to spend time together by leaving them at their family’s beach house. with no choice, the two spend the night together, learning to get along. as unexpected feelings surface, both agree to keep their new understanding a secret from jax—for now.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

brother’s best friend, enemies to lovers, nsfw, angst

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 ‧₊˚ 🩹 | fics

⛓️‍💥 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i incorporate my wattpad fics on tumblr and continue them <3 and also make new fics with designated names for oc’s instead of ‘y/n’ !

i. fool’s gold ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ i know your love’s not real. . . ❞

bianca sinclair is the new girl in somerville high school. this being her senior year, she vows to not let boys distract her. that is until she meets chris sturniolo, the football player who’s known for also being a player outside of the field. things take a turn when bianca is asked to tutor chris in spanish and they spend more time together outside of school. in attempt to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and hide the fact that he has a tutor, he asks bianca the unthinkable—for her to be his fake girlfriend.

🪞 / 🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

fake dating, footballplayer!chris, madison beer fc

ii. the great war ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ my hand was the one you reached for. . . ❞

ellsworth, maine became a silent town days after the sturniolo brothers moved in across the street from adelaide westwood. adelaide can’t help but become more curious about the enigmatic boy who smoked more than he talked, matt sturniolo. fear hovers over the town when a series of murder is reported, and she suspects that matt is the killer. surely, he’s hiding something, right? adelaide makes it her mission to unravel the truth matt seems to be secretive about, that is if he is hiding anything at all, before the whole town drowns in a bloodbath. or worse, before she’s next.

🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

thriller, biker!matt, cindy kimberly fc

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marvel masterlist

bucky barnes:

series

DOPPELGÄNGER: Bucky has only been in love once and it was before he was put in ice and way before he became the Winter Soldier. What happens when Bucky meets Y/N, the exact look alike of the girl he used to love? (Social Media AU) (WIP) DISCONTINUED

ROSES: Bucky tells Y/N he’s the Winter Soldier. The next day, he’s taken by the government and that’s the last Y/N sees of him... until they cross paths again. But what if Bucky doesn’t remember her? (COMPLETED)

TO BE SO LONELY: When Bucky and Y/N signed up for this online penpal system, they never expected to grow attached to the other person behind the screen. (COMPLETED)

FALLING: Bucky has been distant lately. Y/N doesn’t know why. (COMPLETED)

THE BREAKUP CHRONICLES: A collection of imagines that can be read independently or as a whole fic about Y/N and Bucky’s relationship post-breakup. DISCONTINUED

one shots

NOT MY TYPE AT ALL: Y/N isn’t Bucky’s type but honestly, he doesn’t care about that anymore. (Not My Type At All by Jacob Whitesides)

SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM: Y/N knew that Bucky had to leave someday but that didn’t mean that she was ready when the day came. (Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer)

CLOSE TO YOU: Requested! Bucky loves Y/N, he didn’t mean to snap at her. (Close To You by Rihanna)

LAST KISS: 1940’s Bucky tells Y/N that he got his orders. (Last Kiss by Taylor Swift)

KISS ME SLOWLY: Bucky keeps running away from Y/N. He doesn’t want to get attached. (Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute)

FALLING LIKE THE STARS: Bucky and Y/N fall in love but he’s sent off to fight the war. (Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur)

HARD PLACE: Bucky and Y/N can’t stop fighting and it’s getting too much. (Hard Place by H.E.R)

F&MU**: Bucky and Y/N hate each other… but they can’t stop letting their anger out through sex. (F&MU by Kehlani) 18+!

MAY I ASK: Y/N and Bucky see each other for the first time since the breakup. Y/N confronts Bucky on why he ended things. (May I Ask by Luke Chiang)

I WILL BE FOUND: Bucky finally found the place where he belongs when he met Y/N but at times, he wished that he could somehow take the life he used to have and magically fit it into the life he had now. (I Will Be Found by John Mayer)

10 AM: REQUESTED! Bucky is hopelessly in love with Y/N. He stops himself from saying anything to her because he’s afraid of getting hurt again, not knowing how much more he can take in his lifetime. (10AM by Keaton Henson)

FLAWLESS**: Bucky and Y/N are friends with benefits. They found a new thing to play with in the bedroom. The Winter Soldier. (Flawless by The Neighbourhood)

CHERIE: Bucky doesn’t understand why Y/N is always so happy. He never thought he would be one of the people who got entranced by her until he was. (Cherry by Harry Styles)

TEE SHIRT: Bucky and Y/N walk into a music shop and she hears the song her and her ex used to love playing in the background. (Tee Shirt by Birdy)

I’M LONELY: lex’s writing challenge! enemies to lovers; “Will you wait for me?” (i’m lonely by luz)

LOUD: Every time Y/N is afraid, she plays her music too loudly but this time, Bucky is there to comfort her.

BUBBLES: Short Bucky imagine about bubbles.

DOCTOR ME UP: Y/N is Bucky’s doctor when he wakes up in Wakanda.

WHITE DRESS: Bucky loves her, so so much, especially as she walks down the aisle in her white dress.

SHAWARMAS: Bucky has a crush on Y/N, the cashier from the Shawarma place.

NO CLUE: Y/N and Bucky hate each other. Nobody knows why. Whenever someone asks, the pair just say, “I have my reasons.” Some think that something happened between them when Bucky was in hiding. Some think that Bucky did something to Y/N when he was the Winter Soldier. Some think that there’s no actual reason- they simply hate each other.

RITUALS: You died on a mission and all Bucky has left is the voicemail you left him before you got on the Quinjet.

FAMILIARITY: Love is a foreign concept to Bucky.

peter parker:

JEALOUS: Where Peter tells Y/N that he’s Spiderman and things go down. (Jealous by Labrinth)

#bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #frances writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel oneshot #peter parker

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baurbiediv · 1 year ago

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we’ll be alright

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summary: following the aftermath of you and jj’s upsetting breakup, he’s determined to set everything straight and have you back by his side, but what you feel isn’t the same way jj feels, but he’s not ready to let you go, not yet.

pairing: jj maybank x ex!gf reader

warning(s): language, mention of cheating, jj still being very painfully stupid and painfully in love with reader, fluff if you squint, takes place in s3 (switched some things around for the usual outer banks theme)

authors note: long overdue & possibly the longest fic i’ve ever written?? + it’s been a bittersweet road down this ‘hate to be lame’ series, i’m so glad you all enjoyed it as much as i did, without further ado, let’s wrap this thang up!!

authors note ²: italics represent flashbacks, bolded italics represent emphasized words, somewhat based off fine line by harry styles

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the humid wind of the outer banks had been blowing softly against your skin, the faint light of the setting sun could be seen vividly as you sat on the creaky old porch steps of the chateau.

the entirety of the pogues had been teetering on the edge of completely falling apart, with john b and sarah’s relationship was on the rocks, then you and jj being no longer together.

the entire friend group was crashing down on each other, you’d grown distant from them when it was first revealed that you’d parted ways with the blond boy.

nobody would’ve ever seen it coming, the two of you tried immensely to salvage what remnants of your relationship that was left, but it didn’t work.

ultimately, you both split your ways. for a while the pogues had no clue what was going on, they thought you needed some time for yourself for personal reasons, until, jj had told them the truth.

“i hate to tell you guys like this, but me and y/n are uh .. we’re not together anymore. it was kind of a ‘mutual’ agreement between the both of us.” jj said, twirling his thumbs around each other, he couldn’t bring himself to see the looks on his friends faces, the gut wrenching sensation of silence was heavy and thick in the air.

“wait, jayj, you’re being serious?” sarah asked him as she leaned against the old wooden door of the porch, she thought it was some sick joke at first, but the look jj gave her, the hint of worry became very obvious on her face.

jj just simply nodded, “come on, you guys have been through so much, we can’t lose y/n and we can’t lose you either jj.” pope now replied, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder in an attempt to console him.

“no, pope, you don’t understand how badly i fucked this up.” jj spoke up as he moved away from his friend, john b was past worried at this point.

“enough of these cryptic ass messages jj, what did you do?” john b pressed him, knowing this was obviously a fragile subject for his friend to be talking about.

cleo noticed the change in jj’s physical appearance, he sat upright from his previous slouched position.

“i cheated on y/n .. with kiara.” he spoke lowly, kiara’s figure caved in as she looked down at the porch floor.

the looks on the rest of the pogues faces just as similar to the others.

“wow jj, way to go.” cleo clapped sarcastically, pope and kiara both shot her a glare.

“look i don’t know why you’re giving me that look, you’re just as guilty kiara. you knew that was wrong.” cleo bit back at the two before crossing her arms.

“with the way he keeps looking, his eyes might just literally fall out of his face.” cleo said as she peeked back at the boy who’d been playing volleyball past however many minutes.

you simply shrugged, not wanting to mention anything about the boy you’d had past relations with. it wasn’t that jj was a bad guy, he just made one really bad mistake that caused him to lose the thing that he loved the most; you.

at some point in time, you’d thought about forgiving him, but at what cost? on that exact night, jj and kiara had known exactly what they were doing.

“i know it still feels weird for you to be around them, you’ll come around eventually.” she added before slinging an arm around your shoulders, you smiled at the gesture.

“i know i know, it’s a bittersweet feeling when it comes to him. he treated me well, but he kissed my alleged best friend and she couldn’t even tell me.” you exhaled, cleo nodded.

“i get it girl, trust me, it’s not something easy to get over, but i know you well enough to see you get over this like it’s nothing.” cleo chimed in, she was right, no matter how much your heart yearned for him deep down, you couldn’t put yourself in a position to be where you once were.

“thank you cleo, i really do mean it. thank you for not letting me go crazy.” you laughed as you looked over at her.

“if i let you go crazy, then we all go crazy,” she cheesed, “now come here!” she said before engulfing you in a tight and comforting hug.

the two of you pulled away from the hug and walked back to the makeshift volleyball net that john b and pope had made.

“hey! we got dibs next!” cleo yelled to everyone else, john b and sarah smiled seeing the both of you come into view.

“y’all ready to get your asses beat?” sarah spoke as the ball rested between her arm and her side. cleo and you gave each other a look before turning your gazes back over to sarah.

“when was the last time you beat this duo in volleyball?” you spoke up, pope smiled as he chimed in, “literally never.”

you clapped at his words as you and cleo walked up to the net, “heads we serve, tails you serve!” sarah smiled, pope pulled out a coin from his pocket as he flipped it, heads.

“oh come on that’s gotta be rigged in someway.” you said out loud groaning and throwing your hands up in the air. sarah shook her head, “don’t hate the ref! hate the game!”

the blonde said as she laughed and tossed the ball back to john b, who was ready to serve the ball. you watched as the ball was tossed up into the air and made it’s way to your side, you set the ball up as cleo spiked it, which smacked john b directly in his eye.

your hands clamped over your mouth and so did cleo’s as you looked at each other in an attempt to stifle your laughter, pope’s giggling could be heard loudly and so could sarah’s.

the brunet boys body laid on the ground dramatically, you and pope collectively sent a look so each other as you helped john b up off the ground and helped him into the chateau.

you could feel jj’s eyes burning a hole in your back but you refused to acknowledge it as you focused on your best friends attention.

“has anyone ever told you how dramatic you are john b?” you yelled from the kitchen finding him an ice pack, the question was followed by a groan and ‘no but thanks for telling me.’

you patted his shoulder before leaving the house with pope, “that was a nasty spike cleo.”

“hey hey, maybe if he put his hands up he wouldn’t have gotten hit!”

the next morning rolled around, you woke up on the couch next to sarah, you couldn’t recognize the feeling of the light blue fuzzy blanket or where it had come from but you were thankful for it as the light morning breeze had flown in through the slightly cracked window.

the sound of the fridge door closing snapped you out of your thoughts, to your dismay it was one of the last people to wanted to talk to, jj.

his bedhead was very prominent, yet the only thing you could focus on the way his sharktooth necklace that rested oh-so delicately on his chest.

you remembered the fabricated lie he told you about how he got it when you first met him.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said without looking your way. you rolled your eyes before sitting up and rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, “please shut up, you cheat-“, john b emerged from his room at almost the perfect time, cutting you off.

“please put your claws away, it’s boat day and i don’t want to hear you two bickering all day.” he mumbled, walking past jj.

you smacked your lips together, “well he started it! -“, john b turned towards you, “and i don’t wanna hear it.”

jj snickered behind his friend as the brunet turned to his friend, “cut it out jj.” the blond threw his hands up to his sides as if he was the innocent one.

you got up from your spot on the couch as you made your rounds to wake everyone up and to your surprise it was easy. you walked out the chateau and down the old porch steps with sarah and cleo laughing about who knows what. john b & pope followed behind with kie and jj.

“you know you wouldn’t be able to ignore her forever. right?” pope said loud enough for only for the four of them to hear which made both kie and jj stop in their tracks and turn around.

“look i know but it’s gonna take some time for me to y’know, say something..”kie mumbled, kicking the dirt. john b looked at jj for an answer, to which he got no reply.

“jj, y/n really loved you and you loved her, and for you to sit here and not say anything is kinda crazy considering you cried day and night when you lost her.”

this had the boy shaking his head and shoving his finger into his friends chest. “you don’t get to bring that up jb. it’s not your place and you know that.”

the stomach churning feeling of guilt and broken trust was heavy in between the four of them. “guys let’s go!” you yelled out from the dock already loaded up on the hms pogue, you waved to the others.

“think about what was said.” pope spoke up before leaving to the boat.

boat days were truthfully some of the best days you’d had. being out on the water with the some of the people you love loved. the sound of your screams and laughter along with the sounds of sarah, john b, cleo, and pope’s laughter could be heard throughout the marsh.

jj’s eyes followed your every move, it’s almost as if he was jealous of the way your smile shined brightly when you weren’t around him, his heart crumbled at almost the way you looked when you weren’t smiling his way.

the boy didn’t know why he was acting like this, he felt himself spiraling. being in love with someone was never a thing that crossed his until he met you.

a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked over to see a concerned kiara, “you okay?” she said, almost in a whisper.

the boy shrugged as he turned back around and rubbed his hands across his face.

“you can’t act like you hate her forever j. pope and jb were right, and i know it’s hypocritical of me to say that.” she said, the boy sighed deeply and kiara frowned, “you can act mad all you want but you know deep down that you still love that girl. we all know it, i’ve got my rounds of apologizing to do and so do you. so get to it.”

the brunette girl said before patting his shoulder and jumping out of the boat into the water to join everyone else.

“this is gonna be a long night.” he groaned.

the group all piled into the cat’s ass as you prepared for a night of what is hoped to be filled with fun. just about everyone had been on their 2nd or 3rd drink of the night and it had been made clear that someone would wake up with a real bad hangover the next morning.

you sat with sarah while giggling over the boys who huddled together and where swaying side to side. “what are the odds that pope’s the drunkest right now? 1 through 5.” cleo says holding up cups of fruit punch and hands them out, kiara right by her side.

“4.” you blurt out.

“3.” sarah says, taking a sip from her cup.

kiara laughs as pope turns around, his leg poked out to the side and his hands right on his hips, following a look of ‘i did not just hear that’. you looked at the boy, but you couldn’t tell if he was actually offended or just simply being dramatic.

the boys made their way over to the cat’s ass and they all slip in with no ease. you were mid conversation with sarah before you felt splashes of water and an arm brush against your back.

obviously, you’d had your back turned to the foreign body but you already knew who it was. sarah could see the visible change in your face when she recognized who it was.

“hi y/nnnnn.” the boy slurred as he rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. the water from the hot tub now going cold.

you send sarah a look of help, her lips spread into a thin line as she mouthed you a ‘good luck’, knowing she’d have to deal with john b. everyone had left the cat’s ass at this point, just leaving just you and jj.

knowing you couldn’t ignore him forever, you put on your big girl panties and suck it up. “hi jj.” you said, you had felt like your mind was truly running a mile a minute.

it would short circuit as you thought of the multitude of things that could come out of his mouth in this exact moment.

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” he murmurs before the tip of his nose lightly digs into your shoulder.

drunk words are sober thoughts, or so they say.

“yeah i have actually, by this blond kid, i know pretty well.” you sigh as jj huffs somewhat very loudly. your eyebrow raised at the sudden change of the boy’s mood, “can he fight?” jj questioned.

the laugh that erupted from your mouth was unexpected and loud, you quickly put your hands up in defense. “woah maybank,” you said before standing up and setting your drink down, “time to wind down now.”

you leaned down slightly to help the boy out of the hot tub, his arms reached up to grab at your waist once again just to pull you down into his lap, his grip on you tight and keeping you grounded in his lap.

“don’t leave.” he whispers, your hands wrapped lazily around his neck, you felt guilty.

you told yourself many times you’d stay away from this for the benefit of your own good.

his head leaned further into your chest, your hand planting itself in his hair, smoothly running your nails across his scalp lightly.

“i’m not leaving j, i promise,” you sighed and placed your chin on the top of his. “now, let’s get you in the house and to bed, safely.” you said, making sure to put emphasis on safely.

the worst thing that could happen now would be one of the pogues spotting you and jj going into his room. by the looks of it, the living room lights had been turned off, which meant that it was lights out, everyone was asleep.

jj followed behind you languidly, his heavy footsteps quieter than usual. getting past the front door was the easiest part, getting him to the bedroom was the more difficult task of this all.

the creaky floor boards made your presence well known had anyone in the house been up. jj looked over his shoulder, kiara on one end of the couch fast asleep, pope & cleo asleep together on the other end of the couch, wrapped up in that same stupid light blue fuzzy blanket.

your footsteps hurried their way to jj’s bedroom, you closed the door. you had to forcibly sit the blond down on the bed, after quietly arguing with him over you staying in the room, you knew full and well you’d be out the room the minute he was out cold.

you’d walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean rag, you ran some warm water under it and brought it back to jj. he was sprawled out on the bed, one hand on his chest and the other out and to the side of him.

you sat down next to him and wiped his face, he immediately moved his head. you obnoxiously rolled your eyes and grabbed his face, causing you to now turn your body.

“it’s not even cold!” you whisper shouted and continued to wipe his face as quick as you could before he started whining again. his hand lazily made its way to your thigh, his hands on his rough, just like they had been when you first got together.

you set the towel aside on the nightstand, your hands softly cupped jj’s face and your thumb softly moved back and forth over his cheek, you noticed as we that had been slowly healing for quite some time now, it wasn’t the time to ask, nor was it your place.

the feeling of his hand was still very real and warm on your thigh, every minute that passes by almost feels too good to be true.

“y’know i’m sorry, right?” he says as his eyes look directly yours, this was probably the first time you’d gotten anywhere close to an apology from jj, and it could be the last one and you’d much rather get this apology now than when he is when he’ll be sober.

“i know you are j, i know.” you tell him but he slightly shakes his head.

“no, seriously y/n, i fucked up big time, you know it, i know it, and so does the whole group.” he finally admits, to him it feels like a weights been lifted off his shoulders.

“i really wanna make things right with you, can we, y’know try again? me and you?” he questioned and you smiled.

“i’ll think about it j, until then please get some sleep, yeah?” you momentarily hesitated before pressing a soft kiss against his lips as his hands inch his way back to your hips.

you softly pull away before sitting up, “goodnight maybank.”

“g’night y/l/n.”

you smiled and got up to leave the room, closing the room behind you, what a night.

“you’ve got to be fucking serious right?” you nearly scream, you’ve never wanted to pummel your fists into someone’s face more.

john b waiting to hold you back at any moment. “y/n, it’s not really that big of a deal!” kiara yelled back at you. to make things clear, it was that big of a deal, you thought that after the moment you and jj had last night, he’d stick to his words.

“you’re real untrustworthy kiara, that was real grimy of you.” the words came out of your mouth not giving a second thought.

so let’s do a quick little run down; last night kiara snuck in his room just hours after she’d made sure you were asleep, turns out, they had actually fucked.

only way you found that out was the poorly covered burgundy mark right on her neck, it hadn’t been that difficult to put the clues together.

you looked at jj and shoved your hands into his chest, causing him to stumble back a little. “thank you for showing me that it costs you nothing to do better jj.” the disheveled blond clearly didn’t think this ‘elaborate plan’ would’ve actually worked, it was the stupidest fucking fool-proofed plan known ever.

you shoved him again, “do you get off to making me look stupid? is that fucking it?” you spat, jj groaned, and in an attempt to stop you from shoving him.

“will you please just listen to me. i can explain.” his hands grabbed your arms and this only pisses you off even more.

you did your best and fought to get out his grip, “i don’t want to listen to or hear another word that comes out of your mouth because everything that comes out is a lie.” you felt like you could physically feel your throat start to close up, the dam in your eyes broke and the tears flooded like there was no tomorrow.

john b couldn’t stand there and watch one of his best friends break down like this, so he gestured over sarah and cleo as they took you to the twinkie and got you inside.

sarah hopped into the driver’s seat as she pulled off, you should’ve known better than to trust what jj says. yet here you stand, the same place you stood when he first broke your trust, it was way too good to be true.

the love gods were definitely not on your side and wouldn’t be on your side any time soon, what did you even do for them to not like you? who knows.

you don’t know when the van tatted moving but you sure were notified when it came to a screeching halt as you were launched into the back of the passenger seat face first, the loud thud made your impact known, hearing gasps from the two girls who sat in front of you, they quickly turned around as they saw you laid out on the twinkie floor.

“y/n, holy shit! are you okay?!” sarah said as she got out and rushed over to the other side and opened the door. you groaned and sat up, rubbing your face, a poor attempt to get rid of the pain, which only made it worse.

you looked up at cleo and sarah who were giving you a ‘ouch’ kind of look, “how bad is it?” you sighed.

“bad.” they both replied.

you walked along the streets of the mainland, holding a bag of frozen peas to the side of your face.

“y/n i’m really really sorry.” sarah said, the guilt wavering in her voice.

you laughed, “sarah, i promise you it’s okay. it’s probably gotta be the highlight of my day!” if cleo and sarah hadn’t known you as well as they did, then they’d definitely thought that you were insane.

you saw the looks on their faces, “guys please don’t. you’re doing that thing you guys do when you know what i’m thinking about.” you frowned and sat on a nearby bench, dropping the peas into your lap.

the girls plopping down on either side of you, “i feel so incredibly stupid.” you spoke as tears dropped down onto the fabric of your jeans.

both girls hugged you, words would’ve never been wrong express how thankful you are for them.

“you’re an incredibly strong girl y/n, you don’t need him to be happy. your first job is to prioritize yourself over anyone else’s needs.”

sarah told you, you nodded as cleo’s hand came up to your face and wiped your tears away, “we wouldn’t sit here and tell you it’s true if it wasn’t.” cleo told you and you nodded.

“what would i do without you guys.” you said you pulled them into a tight hug.

“you know we got your back forever girl.” cleo says.

once you made it back to the chateau, the three of you got out the twinkie uncontrollably like a bunch of kids. in the distance you could smell the bonfire, “guys oh my god i could really go for some s’mores right now!” sarah said as she patted her belly which made you and cleo both laugh at the same time as the three of you walked over to the billowing smoke and found john b and pope sitting on a log.

“what’s going on here?” cleo asked, the boys turned around, looking like they’d been through it all.

“my god what the hell happened to you guys? where’s kiara and jj?” sarah asked, examining jb’s face for any bruises, only to find a small scratch just above his eyebrow.

you mentally rolled your eyes at the slight mention of both kiara and jj’s names, you quite honestly wanted nothing to do with them.

if timing couldn’t have been any worse, the roaring sound of a bike engine catches everyone’s attention forcing them to completely turn around in unison, who else to make an entrance like that other than the infamous jj.

“oh you’ve seriously got to be fucking kidding me.” pope groans in annoyance and throws his hands up in the air before getting up. jj takes his helmet off before tossing it to the ground and getting off his bike, turning the engine off.

jj eagerly makes his way to where you all are and stops in his tracks, he was messing with his knuckles or possibly punched something or someone, his knuckles were battered and bloody.

“and where the hell have you been!” pope exclaimed, seeing pope this angry was something out of the ordinary for you. the blond was at a lost for words, this time he look like he’d truly been hurt by someone or something.

“let me tell you something about yourself man, i get it none of us are perfect, but the way you flipped out on me and jb? not cool man, not fucking cool. and you know it too.”

pope said, you could feel the anger radiating off of him. you could visibly observe how much of a nervous wreck jj was in this moment. “hold on pope, something’s off, real off.” you spoke up, not sure if you should speak behalf.

“what’s going on with you jj?” you said, his eyes were full of worry. he knows that he’s messed up and he himself isn’t sure if his friends, the people he needs and loves the most will ever forgive him.

“i got into some shit with my dad a-and we fought-“ the slam of a car door grabbed everyone’s attention and whipped towards the sound, it was kiara, hopping out her car and towards the rest of you.

before anything else she saw jj’s face as her face dropped. her hands came up to his face, the rest of you watched in confusion, you rolled as you walked away, refusing to see the couple in front of you.

your life truly couldn’t have gotten worse in those last few minutes.

your legs dangled over the dock as you watched the moonlight hit the water. looking out, you could barely see anything within 20 feet of you.

the wind carried a cold breeze that brought goosebumps across your arms. suddenly you heard footsteps to the side of you, jj.

you groaned out loud and got up, “no! please y/n, sit, please.” he begged, you shook your head and put a hand in front of you, he could see that you were tired, physically and emotionally.

“i don’t want another apology from you jj, every time you promise me something it goes way left. the other night sealed it all, no one else took care of you but me. why do you keep doing this to me? what did i do? you hurt me on levels no one could ever imagine.”

the feeling before you cry all too familiar, the sudden lump in your throat and the salty tears that overflow your waterline.

“y/n, please-“ he tried to hold your hand but you pulled away.

“you never loved me, you enjoyed being seen with me. i’ve seen the way you look at kiara, i really hope that you treat her the way you should treat someone.” you looked at him and he was the one shaking his head.

“you gotta believe me when i say i’m trying y/n, you know what i’m going through. it’s tough for me and i’m trying to manage my life around it, i couldn’t image my life without you in it.” he said as he grabbed both of your hands, the hands you found your solace in, now feeling unfamiliar to you.

you inhaled deeply, your breath shaky and tears uncontrollable, “i want to believe that jj, i really do. i can’t continue to put myself in a position where i continue to be hurt over and over again. be with someone who will be able to love you unconditionally.”

the tremble in your voice was painfully clear and heartbreaking to not only you, but jj.

you smiled as jj’s thumb lightly swiped across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes were watery beyond relief, and so were his.

you would’ve given this boy the world, had he only given you the chance to. providing the best for each other was the only way that you and jj could have a healthy relationship with each other.

you took a deep breath and slipped away from his touch, you smiled at him before walking away to prevent any more tears that would slip out.

jj watched as you walked away from the dock and into the chateau, yet of course, he’d eventually find himself crying.

of course you’d still be around, he just wouldn’t get the chance to hold you on the colder nights, falling down a rabbit hole of endless deep conversations. he would never be able to fall in love with you all over again.

he didn’t expect for any of this to happen, the only one that he ever really loved. the girl he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, the memories and all the love they’d given each other, slipping right through his fingers.

the world was crashing down on the two, they knew that they would be better off without each other.

oh how they wished time could rewind and they could redo everything, but this was the best for them.

it would forever be y/n & jj.

“we’ll be alright.”

#jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction

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︿︿ ੈ[ 📺 ] ༉‧₊˚✧ meet me in the hallway | ellie williams

♪ meet me in the hallway — harry styles

summary: after a messy breakup with ellie williams, you’ve tried your best to distance yourself from her and her drama. but running into each other at a college party doesn’t seem to turn in your favor…

warnings: ex-gf!ellie x fem!reader, 18+ mdni, drinking, party party, swearing, smoking, heartbreak, angst, smooching, not really proof read lol, and that’s it, i think

authors note: one of my top favorite harry styles songs and will most likely always be. the lyrics are an absolute masterpiece and everything about this track makes me go feral. so why not make a gut-wrenching story? lol. also the start is kinda rocking, but it gets better. ˗ˋ.*✧·˚ ೃ࿔₊• GOING TO THE PARTY WAS DINA’S IDEA. she said going to this party would embrace your zen. that going to this college party would bring a state of calm, and peace after your horrid breakup.

but even after her wise yoda words, you still hadn’t pieced out exactly what your best friend met. in your mind going to a wacky college party would just build another drunk night out for you and your friends, more school drama to deal with, and an ass hangover to deal with in the morning.

but dina insisted.

and she was your best friend. if she thought going to the party was the best idea in her mind, it was a somewhat good idea in yours. even if you had a pit feeling that you’d kill yourself for the headache in the morning.

but here you are, standing across the room from your ex-lover. embracing your zen

your mind could only think about how great ellie looked. her hair pulled back into her signature bun she does, her flannel rolled up towards her elbows, full tat on display for the crowd around her. a beered bottle sways in her hand as she looks at the group talking around her.

you almost felt like you hadn’t had any glow up considering how amazing your ex girlfriend looked in front of you. you simply just put on some lazy baggie jeans and a sleeve less top that barley fits.

she hadn’t noticed you yet. but you watched her from across the crowded party room from where you were standing beside dina and her boyfriend.

dina was way too busy eye fucking jessie to notice you only watching ellie. you watched as her eyebrows furrowed together when her friend was mentioning something to her. you watched as she messed with the hair tie on her wrist.

it was as if you were analyzing every little detail about her as you just stood there.

dina caught your eye carefully, pulling you away from the view of ellie, and into a room where a group of students was taking shots.

“you need to get over her, babe.” dina said, raising a shot glass for the both of you, but you just simply shake your head. more so to her comment, but dina nods and places the extra glass back on the table.

“i am over ellie.” you mutter, watching dina quickly take the shot. she sticks her tongue out for a moment, nearly gagging at the taste. “yeah that was fucking disgusting.” her noise scrunched together when she said that.

a small laugh leaves your lips when she leans over, picking up another one. she quickly drains that glass too, shaking her body off at the horrible taste.

you yourself weren’t much of a drinker, but when you did drink, you drank. like dina. once she starts, she doesn’t seem to stop.

the loud party song slowly faded out of tune, as the next song began to play. dina gasped so loud you jumped when her arms launched at you. “this is my fucking song!” she sounded, receiving looks at the parties around you. yeah! by user began to echo loudly on the speakers.

before you can tell dina you are not dancing, she drags you along to the dance floor, pushing anyone in the way. you stood in front of dina, slowly swaying your hips as dina let herself feel to the music, shouting the lyrics in the process.

you couldn’t help yourself but laugh at your best friend. she was completely making a fool of herself, but you knew you loved her for that. her middle name had to be party animal, because dina is wild.

jesse, as well as a few other crowds, moved their way onto the dance floor, dancing almost as wild as dina. you laughed as you reached for dina, dancing together.

you felt as if they weren’t any worries in the world. you danced and laughed, watching your best friends just enjoy themselves with no care in the world.

but the song was slowly ending and jessie and dina were laughing in each other’s arms. you were back to being single and alone.

dina watched you from behind her shoulder, still tangled around jesse. her smile faded as she watched you stand awkwardly on the dance floor. but she wasn’t frowning at you.

she was frowning at ellie standing directly behind you.

you hadn’t noticed her at all. for a long moment, you completely forgot she was here. but when you turned around and finally met eyes with her, the world felt mute, and you could only hear her breathing.

your body had frozen and her eyes only stared at hers.

ellie shifted her stance, stepping back away from you for a moment. her head fell and you finally looked away from her eyes. you felt like you couldn’t speak as she stood in front of you.

you both had so much to say to each other, but nothing was leaving your mouth. you just stood and watched her.

“can i please talk to you..” ellie whispered, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. her eyes were soft. you hadn’t how apologetic she looked in this moment. “someone private.”

it’s been months since you guys have said a word to each other, and here she is, asking to finally talk to you.

you hear dina call your name from behind you and you quickly turn your head to your best friend. “we’re gonna catch a smoke, coming?” it wasn’t a question, it was more direct. more so, “we are catching a smoke, let’s go.”

you just stared at her, confused if you should stay and say everything that was left unsaid to ellie, or if you should leave and receive no answers from her.

you turn your head to looked back at ellie. her head was raised, looking between you and dina. she was hesitant to say something but you just turned around, and walked out with dina.

because with ellie it’s always gonna be her just standing there speechless. even if she wanted to say something, you knew she wouldn’t. deep down you knew she didn’t change, she won’t change she just piles everything that’s going on inside her head and distances her self away from the people who care for her.

as of the night of the break up. she left with no explanation of what’s going on with her and just decided breaking up was the reasonable expectation.

and certainly it wasn’t.

as you frustratedly walk out to the front lawn with jesse and dina, dina looks back at you, watching your expression turn to anger faster than lightning.

“hey,” dina stopped. you let your face drop watching dina hold a smile. she placed a hand on your cheek and you tried smiling down at your best friend. “if she doesn’t want to apologize, don’t bring yourself down for it. it’s not your fault.”

this is why you loved dina. she has been through this horrible situation with you since day one. she cares for your mental health, and loves you deeply.

dina’s hand lowers to her sides, pulling out a cigarette. she holds the cigarette up to her lips, before she pulls out a lighter. once the cigarette is lit, she takes a few hits, before offering you the cigar. you easily accept it, looking around you.

“remember, we are here to embrace our zen.” dina reminded, laughing as she takes the cigarette. you smile at your best friend while she makes her way to her boyfriend.

jesse has his own cigarette, leaning against the side of the house. dina smiles at boyfriend, leaning into his hold. they haven’t really been alone since we got here and i feel awful.

i’ve been following dina around like a dog and i beg jesse is tired of my presence and just wants to talk with his girlfriend.

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” i say as i step backward from the couple. dina shoot’s up from jesse. “do you want me to go with you?” she immediately says.

my head shakes, laughing at her immediate reaction. “no i’m just gonna fix my hair, or something.” dina nods her head, leaning back towards her boyfriend.

you walk inside the crowded party, moving past the crowded room. you find yourself standing in the hallway opening doors to find the bathroom.

when you finally knock on the door to what you suppose is the bathroom, a muffled voice answers. “occupied!”

you groan, leaning against the wall, beside the door. your arms cross against your exposed stomach, waiting patiently for the door to open.

the entire hallway was empty with only party lights hung around the walls. you could barely see anything in the low lighting. not even the familiar auburn girl opening the bathroom door you had been waiting to enter.

you didn’t recognize her at first, until you finally turned you eyes to look at her. both your eyes widened at the same time you finally recognized each other.

ellie opened her mouth to say something, but you didn’t want to hear it. you tried sliding into the bathroom, but ellie stopped you, slipping her hand towards your arm.

you gasped at the sudden contact, feeling completely vulnerable in the moment. ellie noticed and quickly spoke. “can i please talk to you?”

you huffed, tugging your arm away. “about what ellie? the way you just left with no explanation or the way you can’t speak like a normal person and open up to someone who loved you.” past tense.

“i wasn’t in the right mindset when we called things off, i’m sorry.” ellie spoke up, finally meeting your eyes. you looked at her pissed. that’s it? you thought. months of no contact and that’s all she has to say.

“you can’t be serious right now? you hadn’t said a word to me in months and that’s all you have to say? your need help williams.” you raged, placing your hand on the door.

ellie stepped, but you raised your finger at her. “you fucking left with you no explanation, and now your back, still with no explanation.” a tear fell down your face as you tore your finger away. “you’re a joke, ellie. if you want someone to love you, you have to open up to someone-”

“i was afraid.” ellie shouted, interrupting you. “it fucking terrified me that things were perfect and i didn’t want to get hurt. i love you so fucking much and i didn’t want things to end with me getting hurt.”

you just huffed at her response. “so you went out of your way and hurt me? that’s so low.” a small yelp left your lips as you spoke. ellie flinched at the pain in your voice.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you, i just- i just thought-” she didn’t finish her sentence, because you shut the bathroom door in her face. you stared at the shut door, waiting for her to shut your name, or say something, but she didn’t.

you heard footsteps leave the door, and you just fell. you wanted ellie to fight for what you had. you wanted her to scream at you to take her back, but she just left, again.

you sobbed for minutes before you heard a few knocks on the bathroom door. “in a minute.” you cried, rising from the floor to check yourself in the mirror. you looked like a mess. you couldn’t let dina see yourself like this. so, you reached over and fixed your makeup with a few tissues. your hair looked horrific, so you tied it back into a ponytail.

after fixing yourself, you opened the door to a couple smiling and giggling. your face dropped and moved out of the way for them to sneak into the bathroom.

the door shut and you just stared across you. looking at ellie. she sat there waiting for you to come back out. she felt as if giving up on you would haunt her for the rest of her life. she still loved you, even if you hated her for leaving what you guys use to have.

ellie raised to her feet, keeping a fair distance from you. “i’m really sorry,” she whispered. “you have every reason to hate me, yell at me, but i actually hate myself for just leaving like i did. i’m childish and an asshole, i know, but i would do absolutely anything for you to at least forgive me.”

you stared at her long and hard. what she said seemed true, but you didn’t want to get yourself hurt. “why?” you only ask, still watching her. “why did you leave me like that?”

“i told you, because i was scared.”

“why are you scared? why did you think i would leave with no-”

“because every single person i’ve cared about has left me. what we had was the only thing i cared about and i felt so afraid to loss it.” she confessed, looking into your eyes. you felt horrible. ellie wasn’t one to talk about her past, but you knew she didn’t have much family.

she stepped closer to you and you flinched slightly, so she stopped. she stopped and waited for some sort of sign that it was okay to get closer, step closer. but you didn’t. you instead stepped closer to ellie, raising your hands to her cheeks, keeping eye contact.

her hands lowed to your waist, resting there as you pulled your body closer to hers. you just needed to feel close to her, it’s been months and you just wanted her.

a small strand of hair fell in front of her eyes while she watched you. you let your fingers twirl the strand before tucking it behind her ears slowly.

you missed this.

you missed just standing close to her, having her close. but you hated wanting her, longing for her after everything you had been through the past months.

your smile dropped for a moment, letting your eyes fall. you wanted to push her away, yell at her, but you felt clung to her. like she was your missing puzzle piece. like she made you feel whole.

when you met eyes with her once more, she was forcing a smile on her lips, holding back tears. ellie has also missed this, you. she missed the way you’d hold her, the way you felt on her lips, she just missed you.

but she knew that the way she left things off wouldn’t just let you magically back into her life. so she needed you to trust her, she needed you to want her again like before.

so her hands fell from your waist, pushing you away.

“i’m not going to just expect you to want me back like nothing happened.” ellie spoke, lowing her head. “so when you’re ready, when you think i’m worthy enough to love you again, meet me in the hallway.”

your eyebrows furrowed together as she just left things off like that. million of questions and thoughts crowded your head as she just walked away, again. but the biggest thought was, what hallway? what hallway would you meet her in? where is this hallway? why’d she just leave?

then it clicked.

you and ellie had been through hell and back together. but the one thing you cherish most about your relationship was the late-night sneak ways in school hallways or party hallways. the way so many things would be going around the two of you, but you guys would always find yourself sneaking away to be alone.

when you were at your absolute worst freshman year of college, ellie found you in the dark hallway, crying. every since then, you guys care about that hallway as if it was the best thing that happened to you guys. because if ellie hadn’t walked down there, you would’ve never met her.

and if you don’t ever meet her in that hallway, you’ll never be with her like before.

senior year of college. it’s been exactly one year since the party and one year of still no communication. ellie waited in the hallway for at least two hours every single day, waiting for you.

she wanted you to want to be in the hallway like old times, but deep, deep down she knew what you guys had, was gone. and she’ll hate herself every single day for leaving you like she did.

as ellie sat against the way in her plain blue jeans and grey hoodie, she finally came to her senses you weren’t coming. it was the last day of college. everyone was packing and heading out their dorms, while ellie sat against a brick hallway wall, waiting for someone you.

and she needed to accept that.

and today she did. she gathered her bag off the floor, raising to her feet. but right when she turned around to leave. she saw you standing in your day to day clothes.

you were nervous to move, say something, but ellie couldn’t help but smile at you finally standing in front of her. you slowly smiled at the fact she was smiling at you and turned your head away.

“hi,” she whispered. her steps got closer to you and you looked at her, eyes searching her face. she looked like the same old ellie, but more mature. she looked slightly more happy and healthy with herself. you loved that for her because you yourself have grown.

you had an amazing job opportunity waiting for you after college and you’ve matured yourself.

when ellie placed a hand on your hip, you wanted to hide your face. you were smiling and blushing like crazy. but before you could cover any sign of embarrassment, ellie pulled you by your jeans hoop, kissing you hard.

you were completely surprised, but then your hands found her cheeks, holding her close. it felt amazing having to kiss ellie. you hadn’t been with anyone since the party and now that your here sharing a kiss with the only person in the world you want to be with, it was everything.

ellie pulled away first, catching her breath. her forehead leaned against yours, smiling like a little child. you smiled with her, trying to meet her eyes.

“hi.”

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You're losing me (2)

Part 1 // Masterlist

Face Claim- Maddison Beer

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DailyNews Popstar Y/N Y/L/N at the Brits Award brought Actor Timothee Chalamet as her date. Are the couple back together again?

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Y/Nfan1 Yesss I love them

Harryfan1 Do you think she took him cause she wanted to make Harry jealous? She knows he's going to be there👀

Y/Nfan3 Wait-

Y/Nfan2 Hope Harry's crusty ass is regretting leaving her

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Harryupdates umm guys...

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Harryfan2 IS THAT HARRY AND Y/N HUGGING?

Harryfan3 WTF weren't they fighting publicly like three months ago

Y/Nfan1 Yeah I don't like this

Harryfan1 MOM AND DAD ARE BACK TOGETHER??

Y/Nfan2 Omg yes please

Harryfan4 Maybe they're friends. Both are pretty unproblematic, won't put it past them being friends

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Yourinstagram Thank you so much for all the love you guys have shown to 'You're losing me' and in appreciation and celebration of me winning Brits Award a new song 'Hits different' will be out at midnight🩷

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Y/Nfan2 Congratulations babe you deserve it

Harryfan1 That song is about Harry you can't convince me other wise

Y/Nfan2 Maybe it's about timmy and her moving on

tchalamet beautiful date ever

Yourinstagram ever?🤨

tchalamet yes ma'am

Y/Nfan3 ugh get a room

sabrinacarpenter "love is a lie" is definitely something I said

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Timmy's ending-

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Y/Nupdates Timothee spotted near Y/N's recording studio

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Y/Nfan2 the fit🤌

Y/Nfan1 He brought her coffee🥺

Y/Nfan3 Studio? She's recording?

Harryfan1 and she's going on tour! multitasking queen

Harryfan3 attention seeker

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Yourinstagram Atlanta you were great tonight. Can't wait for the second night. Love you all🩷

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Harryfan1 I had the pit seats it was amazing🫶

Y/Nfan3 talk about soft launching boyfriend lmao💀

Y/Nfan2 The fit? The performance? Chef's kiss

Y/Nfan1 Oh she slays everytime

tchalamet oh who's that handsome fella?

Yourinstagram Idk but he brought food so who cares

Y/Nfan3 Harry liked?

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Harry's ending-

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harrystyles Satellite. Out now.

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Y/Nfan2 I can't

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Harryupdates Y/N taking pictures with some fans at Harry's concert

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Harryfan1 mom dad back together🤞

Y/Nfan1 She looks gorgeous😭

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DailyMail Singer Songwriter Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N back together? The couple were spotted kissing near a small coffee shop by some fans and are speculated to be back together after breaking up just 3 months ago.

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Y/Nfan1 I'm way too invested in their life it's scary

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Oii depois de muito tempo kkkk eu gostaria de pedir um concept com os número 1, 11 e 18.

Sdd disso tudo

Frases:Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso./ Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil?/Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?

NotaAutora: Para você meu amor eu fiz é logo um imagine só pela saudade que estava de você aqui💗

Sinopse: S/n é assistente de Harry e depois de longos dois anos ela ainda se recusa a aceitar que tem uma queda por seu chefe.

The Assistent

NotaAutora: Aproveitem e não se esqueçam de deixar um comentário se gostar 💗

S/N sempre acreditou que conhecia Harry melhor do que qualquer pessoa. Como assistente pessoal dele nos últimos dois anos, ela estava envolvida em cada detalhe de sua vida. Desde os horários de shows até as preferências alimentares durante as longas turnês, ela estava ali para organizar e antecipar cada uma de suas necessidades. No entanto, havia algo que ela nunca soube como gerenciar: a forma como ele a fazia se sentir.

Ele não era mais apenas Harry Styles, o pop star mundialmente famoso. Para ela, ele era Harry, a pessoa que a desarmava com um sorriso e a fazia questionar sua própria racionalidade. A proximidade constante, seja nos camarins ou nas viagens para shows, tornava o controle sobre suas emoções uma tarefa impossível.

Naquela manhã, S/N tentou, como sempre, manter a compostura. A rotina era sua armadura. Preparou o café exatamente como ele gostava — forte, sem açúcar, e com uma pitada de canela. Quando ele entrou no estúdio de gravação, ela já estava esperando com a xícara em mãos.

— Bom dia, Sr. Styles — disse, oferecendo o café tentando esconder a ansiedade que surgia toda vez que ele estava por perto.

Harry pegou a xícara, seus dedos roçando os dela por um breve segundo, sentando- se, ela permaneceu imóvel parada a sua frente tentando controlar as batidas rápidas de seu coração.

— Obrigado, S/N — Agradeceu com sua voz suave e familiar.

Ela forçou um sorriso profissional, era sua forma de criar uma distância segura, de se proteger de qualquer possível vulnerabilidade.

— Precisa de mais alguma coisa?

— Sim, na verdade. — Ele inclinou-se um pouco, os olhos fixos nos dela. — Pode parar de me chamar de "Sr. Styles"?

Ela congelou, sentindo um nó no estômago.

— Desculpe, estou acostumada a manter as formalidades — respondeu, quase instintivamente.

— E eu não estou acostumado com isso. — O sorriso travesso que ela conhecia tão bem surgiu em seus lábios. — Me chame de Harry, somos próximos o suficiente, não acha?

Ela sentiu o gosto amargo da ansiedade enquanto seus dentes capturavam o lábio inferior, ela tentou não vacilar diante do olhar dele.

— Tudo bem, Harry.

Ele riu, algo nele parecia relaxado, mas ao mesmo tempo provocador.

— Muito melhor. — Seus olhos não deixavam os lábios dela. — E também pode não fazer isso — Harry tinha seu tom de voz mais baixo agora, quase como um apelo.

— Parar de fazer o quê? — Ela o olhou confusa.

— Morder o lábio assim — Harry inclinou-se para frente, os olhos caindo para sua boca novamente antes de subir de volta aos olhos dela. — É uma distração... E eu realmente preciso me concentrar hoje.

O calor subiu ao rosto dela, ela se afastou instintivamente, tentando se recompor, mas era tarde demais, seu corpo parecia estar em chamas.

— Desculpe... Harry. — O nome soou novamente, mais familiar agora. — Eu não farei.

— Obrigado. — Ele sorriu de lado, como se soubesse exatamente o que acabou de causar nela.

...

Era sexta-feira e o clima da equipe de Harry estava mais leve do que o habitual, não haveria shows nesse fim de semana então todos estavam de bom humor, principalmente depois de uma semana produtiva e bem-sucedida.

Quando Jeff sugeriu um happy hour para comemorar, S/n tentou se esquivar, mas foi convencida pela insistência de Sarah.

— Vai ser bom para relaxar, S/N! — disse Sarah, praticamente arrastando-a para fora do estúdio. — Você precisa se divertir um pouco, sempre vejo você tão séria, precisa se divertir.

— Eu realmente não sou muito de sair… — S/n murmurou, mas foi em vão.

O grupo já estava animado, e ela acabou cedendo. Harry também estava lá, normalmente ele não participava desses eventos mais casuais com a equipe, mas naquela noite ele parecia mais à vontade, interagindo com os colegas. Mesmo de longe, S/n sentia a presença dele. No bar, as conversas fluíam e o som de risadas preenchia o ambiente, mas S/n se mantinha um pouco afastada, evitando álcool e focando em manter sua postura profissional. Conforme a noite avançava, as pessoas começaram a ir embora aos poucos. S/n aproveitou para ir também, ela já estava se preparando para chamar um táxi quando Harry apareceu atrás dela.

— Está indo embora? — perguntou ele, sua voz suave.

— Sim, já está tarde…

— Eu também estou indo, podemos dividir, se quiser. — A sugestão de Harry parecia inocente e ela acabou aceitando.

O homem acenou e em menos de dois minutos já estavam embarcando. Dentro do táxi, o silêncio entre eles era denso, a cidade passava pelas janelas, as luzes refletindo em seus rostos, mas o foco de S/n estava virada para a janela, mas ela podia sentir o quão próximo Harry estava, o calor de sua presença fazia seu coração bater rápido. Harry tinha seus olhos fixos nela, observando-a como se estivesse pesando cada palavra antes de falar.

— Você realmente leva seu trabalho a sério, não é? — Ele quebrou o silêncio a fazendo virar para ele.

— Oi? O que disse? — Ela virou lentamente encontrando seus vidrados nela.

— Eu disse que você leva seu trabalho muito a sério.

— Bem, eu tento… — respondeu ela, um pouco confusa com a pergunta.

— Você nunca relaxa. — Ele olhou pela janela, antes de voltar os olhos para ela. — Você está sempre tão distante, nunca se permite com o grupo, eu sempre me pergunto se é por minha causa.

Ela franziu o cenho, sem entender bem onde ele queria chegar.

— Não sei do que você está falando. — Respondeu, sentindo-se um pouco defensiva. — Eu me divirto sim, eu gosto da equipe, eu gosto de trabalhar para você, se é o que realmente está perguntando.

— Se você gosta de trabalhar para mim, então por que parece que você esta sempre tentando ficar longe de mim?

S/n, sem perceber, mordeu o lábio inferior nervosamente, antes que pudesse responder, Harry inclinou-se levemente para ela, chegando tão perto de seu ouvido que podia sentir o calor de sua respiração.

— Já não te disse para não morder os lábios? — Murmurou com sua voz rouca. — Você não faz ideia do efeito que isso tem sobre mim.

S/n congelou por um momento, sentindo o corpo inteiro ficar tenso.

S/n sentiu seu coração acelerar ainda mais.

O que ele estava dizendo?

Por que ele estava dizendo aquilo agora?

— Desculpe... — tentou responder, mas sua voz saiu mais como um sussurro, as palavras estavam presas na garganta.

Harry apenas a olhou por mais um momento, antes de se inclinar lentamente em sua direção. Seus lábios macios foram de encontro aos dela a beijando, apenas com alguns selinhos até finalmente a beijá-la. S/n congelou por alguns segundos, seu corpo resistia, mas inevitavelmente, ela acabou cedendo, se entregando totalmente aos lábios de Harry.

Assim que precisaram de fôlego, ela olhou para ele, os lábios ainda formigando pelo contato, o coração batendo forte demais.

— Harry… — começou a falar, mas o táxi parou em frente ao prédio dela, interrompendo-a.

Ele a encarou, os olhos verdes e indecifráveis.

— É melhor eu ir, boa noite, Harry.

— Boa noite, S/n.

S/n saiu do carro com as pernas trêmulas, sem saber o que pensar.

Aquilo não podia ser real.

Ela estava imaginando coisas.

Harry não podia estar interessado nela, não daquela maneira, ele sempre foi alguém tão distante e inatingível.

O que tinha acabado de acontecer?

...

A manhã seguinte ao beijo foi um turbilhão de emoções para S/n. Ela não conseguiu dormir direito, revirando-se na cama e tentando entender o que havia acontecido. O toque de Harry, o calor de seus lábios ainda estavam frescos em sua mente, fazendo-a sentir-se confusa e inquieta.

Como aquilo tinha acontecido?

Como eles tinham cruzado aquela linha?

Ele estava bêbado! Essa era a única explicação que ela conseguia encontrar.

Era seu dia de folga, mas Harry havia enviado uma mensagem pedindo ajuda para organizar algumas coisas no estúdio. Ele mencionou que a recompensaria depois, mas isso só aumentou sua ansiedade.

Será que ele nem se lembrava do que havia acontecido entre eles?

Quando entrou no estúdio, com o coração na garganta, S/n sabia que precisava agir, precisava colocar um fim naquela situação antes que tudo ficasse fora de controle.

Manter a distância, manter o profissionalismo… Era o certo, certo?

Harry estava na sala de gravação, sentado em um banquinho e usando fones de ouvido, concentrado em uma nova m��sica, ao vê-la entrar ele tirou um dos fones e a saudou com um sorriso que a deixou ainda mais confusa.

— Bom dia.

Ele ergueu os olhos por um breve momento, S/n sentiu o peso do olhar dele sobre ela, desviando o olhar rapidamente.

— Bom dia — respondeu ele, com um tom amigável.

— Harry... — sabia que não poderia adiar mais, porque se não dissesse agora ela não teria mais coragem de dizer, então respirou fundo mais uma vez e se aproximou dele. — Você se lembra de ontem?

— Sim, por que? — Arqueou as sobrancelhas.

— Tudo?

— Tudo.

— Então você se lembra...

— Do beijo. — Ele sorriu mas não trouxe conforto a ela. — Sim, eu me lembro.

— Sobre ontem… — começou, evitando o olhar dele. — Eu sinto muito pelo que aconteceu, foi… foi um erro, eu não devia ter... eu não deveria ter me aproveitado do seu estado de embriaguez. — Ela hesitou, nervosa, confusa sobre de quem era realmente a culpa, mas sentia que precisava assumir a responsabilidade. — Eu não devia ter deixado isso acontecer.

— Você não tem nada do que se desculpar — Harry não parecia tão preocupado como ela. — Eu fui o responsável, mas eu não deveria ter feito aquilo se te deixou desconfortável.

Ele estava arrependido, mas o que isso significava? Ele realmente bebeu? O álcool nublou seu julgamento, mas ele também fez a escolha de beijá-la? Mordeu o lábio, segurando a onda de emoções que ameaçava transbordar.

— Eu sei que você provavelmente não estava em plena consciência ontem... — começou, sem deixar que ele falasse. — E eu não deveria ter deixado isso acontecer, prometo que vou manter distância a partir de agora. — Ela hesitou, as palavras saindo de forma forçada, porque parte de si não queria dizer aquilo. — Isso não vai acontecer de novo, eu vou me afastar para que isso nunca mais aconteça.

Harry se inclinou para trás no banquinho, cruzando os braços, claramente ponderando as palavras dela.

— Então é isso que você quer? Quer a gente mantenha a distância?

Era isso que ela deveria querer, era o que fazia sentido.

Eles trabalhavam juntos, era único caminho possível, certo?

— Sim. — Respondeu finalmente, embora a voz tenha saído fraca. — Isso é o melhor.

Harry respirou fundo, assentindo lentamente.

— Se é isso que você quer, então eu vou respeitar, vamos manter distância, S/n.

A maneira como ele disse seu nome a fez sentir um nó na garganta, parecia tão formal, tão distante, mas foi ela quem pediu por aquilo, e agora precisaria lidar com as consequências.

...

Nos dias que se seguiram após o beijo que compartilhavam, tanto S/n quanto Harry fizeram o possível para manter a promessa que haviam feito. Eles se esforçavam para evitar qualquer contato pessoal, limitando-se a interações estritamente profissionais — relatórios rápidos, discussões objetivas sobre o show, sem nunca prolongar as conversas, mas o que parecia uma solução, só intensificava a tensão.

Cada encontro acidental ou casual tornava a situação mais insuportável, era como se o ar ao redor deles estivesse carregado de uma energia incontrolável, que os puxava um para o outro mesmo quando tentavam se afastar, para S/n, cada interação com Harry se tornava um desafio, como se cada segundo perto dele ela estivesse à beira de perder o controle. Ela ainda tentava se convencer de que o beijo foi apenas um erro, talvez algo motivado pelo cansaço ou uma noite de excessos.

Harry, por outro lado, estava sendo consumido por seu desejo, cada vez que a via, ficava mais difícil manter a fachada de chefe, ele estava completamente ciente do que havia feito e sabia que aquele beijo não tinha sido impulsivo, foi algo que ele desejava há muito tempo, mas como poderia explicar isso a S/n, se ela parecia se esforçar tanto para negar o que havia entre eles?

Está manhã, depois de mais uma tentativa frustrada de se afastar, S/n caminhava em direção ao elevador do hotel para ir ao local do show resolver algumas pendências para a noite, ela precisava de ar, de distância, de qualquer coisa que a fizesse parar de pensar em Harry, mas assim que as portas do elevador se abriram, ele estava lá, já esperando.

Eles entraram juntos sem dizer uma palavra, o espaço parecia diminuir à medida que o elevador subia lentamente. S/n sentia a tensão crescer, e tentou de todas as maneiras evitar olhá-lo. O silêncio no elevador era opressor, quase sufocante, S/n tentava manter a calma, concentrando-se no painel à sua frente, mas a presença de Harry ao seu lado fazia seu coração disparar, foi no segundo que ela mordeu os lábios distraidamente que Harry soltou um suspiro pesado, como se estivesse se segurando há muito tempo.

— Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil? — ele Indagou de repente, sua voz soando quase como um desabafo, quebrando o silêncio.

S/n se virou lentamente para encará-lo, surpresa com a intensidade em seus olhos.

— Eu não estou fazendo nada. — Sua voz saiu hesitante.

Ele deu um passo à frente quase a prensando contra parede fria do elevador.

— Eu estou cansado disso — Sussurrou, segurou a cintura dela. — S/n, eu não beijei você porque eu estava bêbado, eu beijei porque eu queria, como eu quero agora. — Ele sorriu antes de ir ao encontro dos lábios dela.

Dessa vez, não houve hesitação, não havia dúvidas. O beijo era urgente, carregado de toda a frustração e desejo que ambos vinham segurando por tanto tempo. S/n, sem conseguir resistir, cedeu completamente, ela sentiu o gosto dele, a urgência do momento, tudo o que vinha tentando controlar explodiu ali, naquela pequena caixa de metal.

Quando o elevador finalmente parou no andar, eles se afastaram, ambos ofegantes, ela ainda sentia o calor dos lábios dele nos seus, mas a realidade rapidamente se impôs. Eles estavam em um hotel, prestes a descer para o show, cercados de pessoas, onde cada movimento seria observado, então apenas se separaram e seguiram seu caminho.

...

Depois de resolver tudo o que precisava, S/n sentiu se no sofá do camarim vazio de Harry para descansar um pouco, aquele beijo ainda latejava em sua mente.

— S/n? — Harry apareceu na porta. — Podemos conversar?

Ela virou lentamente, o coração disparado.

— Claro, precisa de alguma coisa para o show? — perguntou, tentando adotar um tom formal.

— É sério? Nós acabamos de nos beijar no elevador e você ainda age assim? Você realmente acha que eu posso simplesmente fingir que isso não aconteceu?

— O que você quer que eu faça? Por que eu realmente estou tentando entender o que aconteceu.

— Eu quero que a gente pare de fingir — Admitiu em voz baixa. — Pare de tentar manter distância, não dá mais, não pra mim.

S/n sentiu um calafrio, tudo o que ela mais temia estava acontecendo.

— Harry... foi um erro — Ela começou, tentando manter o controle. — Nós trabalhamos juntos, não podemos deixar isso atrapalhar.

Ele deu mais um passo à frente se sentando ao lado dela, os olhos fervendo de frustração.

— Eu tentei, tentei manter as coisas profissionais... — Ele parou por um momento, como se escolhesse as palavras certas. — Mas eu não consigo, não consigo fingir que não sinto nada por você.

— Então eu vou pedir demissão — Ela sussurrou, baixando os olhos. — Não quero fazer você se sentir assim.

Harry balançou a cabeça, frustrado.

— Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?— Ele deu aproximou-se ainda mais dela. — Durante dois anos, você foi minha assistente, como nunca percebeu que eu sempre senti algo por você?

Ela ficou sem palavras, porque em dois anos ela se convenceu de que era apenas trabalho, de que o que eles tinham era estritamente profissional. Agora, tudo estava sendo jogado diante dela e ela não sabia o que fazer com isso.

— Você não pode estar falando sério, Harry — Ela murmurou, tentando desesperadamente manter a razão. — Você não pode sentir isso.

— Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso.

Tudo o que ela acreditava estar controlando desmoronou diante dela.

— Harry, eu... — Ela começou, mas parou, as palavras falhando.

— Me diz que você não sente nada. — Ele protestou.— Me diz que isso é só coisa da minha cabeça e eu vou embora agora, mas você tem que ser honesta comigo, honesta consigo mesma.

Ela fechou os olhos, tentando organizar os pensamentos, fugir não era mais uma opção, ela sabia que havia algo ali, algo que ela tinha negado por muito tempo.

— Isso é muito complicado, nós trabalhamos juntos, você é famoso, há tantas coisas que me dão medo, eu sou sua assistente, isso pode... pode acabar muito mal.

— Eu sei que pode, mas não posso continuar fingindo.

Ela abriu os olhos e o encontrou com um olhar sincero, quase vulnerável, o que a desarmou completamente. Harry não era o tipo de pessoa que mostrava fraquezas, mas ali estava ele, se expondo de uma forma que ela nunca imaginou.

— Eu também não consigo mais fingir — confessou ela, finalmente. — Mas... e o trabalho? E nós? Como vamos lidar com isso?

Ele suspirou, aliviado ao ouvir suas palavras, mas ainda ciente dos obstáculos que viriam pela frente.

— Nós encontramos um jeito — começou, determinado. — Podemos estabelecer limites no trabalho, mas fora daqui, S/n, eu não quero mais me segurar, eu quero estar com você, quero poder te abraçar, sentir você, te beijar quando eu quiser.

Pela primeira vez, ela permitiu-se considerar a ideia de estar com ele.

— Eu também quero — disse ela, surpresa até consigo mesma. — Mas vai ser difícil com o trabalho, você tem certeza disso?

— Eu passei dois anos te querendo, eu não vou fugir agora.

Ela abriu a boca para responder, mas as palavras se perderam quando ele a puxou para si, colando seus lábios aos dela em um beijo carregado de todos os sentimentos que guardaram por tanto tempo.

— Eu nunca mais vou te soltar — Confessou, com uma intensidade que fez o coração dela acelerar ainda mais. — Não importa o quão complicado isso se torne, eu não consigo e não quero me afastar de você.

S/n sabia que os desafios ainda estavam por vir, que equilibrar o trabalho e seus sentimentos seria mais difícil do que imaginavam, mas naquele momento, com o gosto dos lábios de Harry nos seus, ela teve a certeza de que apesar de todas as complicações nenhum dos dois estava disposto a desistir.

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Late Night Talking

[spencer reid x reader]

[SONG INSPIRATION » LATE NIGHT TALKING by harry styles]

summary: Your body language was too familiar for him to erase. And he wouldn't be able to do it if he tried. Eidetic memory and all.

“Have you ever been scared of the future?”

“Multiple times.”

“What made you move on?”

“I haven't.”

pairing: s.reid x fem!bi!reader

w.c: 4.5K

warnings/content: exes with feelings trope (and maybe eventually lovers again); angst; yearning; tw!mentions of anxiety, tw!depression, tw!PTSD; reminiscing past relationships; insecurities; fear of being left alone; taking things into perspective; late night conversations in the park; reader has/had someone but the name is never mentioned, just a pronoun; conversations about breakups; an argument; open ending.

[ part of the “harry styles anthology” ]

A/N: this was supposed to be for a writing challenge but I missed the deadline so here it is anyway. through this one shot is how I introduce the harry styles anthology.

A/N²: it will probably be a multichapter song series but I'm not sure yet. hope you enjoy it, I spent some time on this lol.

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“To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.”

[ billy-ray belcourt, a history of my brief body ]

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Something had shifted in you that week.

At first, Spencer thought it was the last case. The team had spent four days straight searching for the suspect and the outcome wasn't successful. The scenes were still gripped onto his brain — that's the bad part about having an eidetic memory, he could never forget anything.

It might have been that, but your far-away gaze and the constant biting into your nails told him that wasn't the only reason. Spencer didn't need to profile you to acknowledge when you were distressed about something. You had a tell: the avoidance when looking in someone's eyes; scratching your left eyebrow repeatedly. Many other things as well, sometimes he just had to hear you breathe a certain way and he'd know.

Your body language was too familiar for him to erase. And he wouldn't be able to do it if he tried. Eidetic memory and all.

There was a certain melancholy wavering in your eyes. He could see it so clearly and he wondered if Penelope did it too and that's the reason she kept on insisting that you'd go hang out with all of them. Have shots, dance a little, let loose.

Spencer recognised her intentions but he also saw the will to just take off in your retracting step.

He approached the two of you slowly.

“We'll meet you there.” He said to her, giving you a glance at the corner of his eye. No one would have noticed it right away, maybe if they were paying attention to him closely. It was quick, so quick you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't looking for a way out and he appeared just at the right moment. He saw your throat move as you swallowed hard, knuckles tight as you held onto the strap of your bag. Your shoulders relaxing slightly in his presence.

“Oh,” the blonde blinked, gaze traveling from you to Spencer as if she knew something you didn't. “Okay. We'll see you there then.”

It didn't go unnoticed by him the way multiple pairs of eyes followed you two as you walked out of the Bureau. Spencer chose to ignore their noisy behavior and focus on your shaky hands and fast steps.

He called out your name with apprehension, causing you to spin around to face him. Folding your arms across your chest, your demeanor switched from nervous to a more comfortable one. "Sorry, I just— I don't really feel like going out tonight."

"You don't have to justify yourself to me," He gave you a soft smile. "Do you want to talk?"

It wasn't like before — the two of you. Does anything ever stay the same? His life proved him the answer was no. Your relationship changed a lot after your break-up; it was bound to. You went from spending entire days together, living in the same apartment, to not facing each other at work because it was too painful. It wasn't until a few months ago that he and you started to get closer again, rekindling your friendship.

Spencer didn't think he could bear not having you in his life at all, he'd rather you be there despite the distance.

"You can go, Reid," You said softly. "Thank you for getting me out of that but you don't have to stay."

"I don't really feel like going out either." He shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets. You huffed out a laugh and something in his chest burst.

"You used me to free yourself from a night-out, Doc?" His widened eyes reminded you of a puppy. "I'm joking." You said with a mild smile before he could start apologizing frantically. You knew that look and you knew what came right after.

Spencer was your rock at some point. You've relied on him more ways than you could count. That would've been fine if you didn't go overboard with it. In your worst times, Spencer was there. He helped you stand up, to be yourself. But once you crawled down a rabbit hole of nothingness, there was no anchor that would be able to hold you back to the shore. And you almost dragged him down with you. Before that happened, you pushed him away. That was the hardest thing you had to do.

“If you don't want to talk, can I at least drive you home?”

That's how you ended up on the passenger side of your car, the street lights flashing before your eyes as the car moved on to the avenue. The trees were all but a blur, except for when you looked close enough. They'd slow down with you, almost as if time had freezed.

“There's some Mozart in there.” You referred to the car radio while leaning back and shutting your eyes. You didn't feel like crying anymore, just plainly sad. You wanted to hear his voice, you wanted him to ramble about statistics concerning snakes or geometry, you didn't care. “Spencer.”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever been scared of the future?”

You felt the car stop, when you flutter your eyelids open, the red light reflected upon the windshield.

“Multiple times.”

“What made you move on?”

“I haven't.” He said quietly, staring at your keychain. It was still the same little howling wolf attached to the moon. He had gifted that to you on your fifth date when you visited the Planetarium. You loved Astronomy so he thought it would be the perfect place to take you. The keychain has been attached to your car keys since that night, among other things that remained exactly the same, not exactly in the physical aspect. “I'm just not scared at this particular moment.” He stole a glance at you, caught off guard when he saw you already staring back.

Your lips twitched, “Me neither.” The green light flickered on and he turned the street. The distance from your apartment wasn't that far from Quantico, twenty-five minutes at most. Now you just wished the time didn't pass at all. “Can you turn left here?”

The car slowed down.

“You want to go to the park?”

You nod, preparing to hop off. “You can just drop me off and head home.” That park was a five minute walk to your place, you didn't need your car to get home anyway and you'd be fine taking the subway tomorrow.

He didn't mind your words, as soon as the engine halted, he waited for you to step out before trailing after you.

His stubbornness wasn't strange to you but you still quirked a brow at it.

That swing hadn't moved since the day you moved into Montclair. The whole park grew to have more slides, a brand new seesaw, and a makeshift maze for kids. Fortunately, the swing remained.

“I'm gonna push you.” Spencer said, standing from his swing to walk behind yours. You snickered, tilting your head back to stare at his overexcited expression. “I won't do it too harshly.”

His careful tone made you feel like a little kid back at elementary school.

That had been your third date, you had invited him to meet your place. You watched an entire season of Doctor Who and he slept over. That's all you ever did, really. And talk the whole night, sharing stupid jokes and deep secrets. The weekend was spent with you showing Spencer all of your favorite spots in the neighborhood.

“You can see Ursa Minor so clearly from here.”

“Draco and Cepheus are right there too.” You mumbled, leaning your cheek on the cold swing chain, attention uplifting to the sky.

“Did you know that despite containing third and fourth magnitude stars Cepheus has no Messier objects? And no meteor showers associated with it as well.”

With your eyelashes fluttering lazily, a warm feeling stretched over your chest. These were the effects of Spencer's presence, whenever you were around him your mind would rest with none of that spiraling it was doing an hour ago. Indulging in his topic, he rambled about constellations for a while before the pitch of his voice lowered to a soft tone upon seeing your eyes fluttered shut.

“I should get you home. You need to sleep.”

“I slept alright at the hotel.”

“I saw you walking around at 1 a.m,” Spencer shakes his head. “Your eyes were dropping on our way back, you are barely standing awake.”

“Thanks for the compliment, handsome. I feel the love.”

He chose to ignore the mocked flattering. “I can stay over until you fall asleep.”

Tempting offer. And an unfair one, too. To him, that is. Spencer made you feel safe, he made you feel grounded and level headed. That never changed. But things weren't like they used to be and you weren't about to ask him to stay over because you were a coward. Figuratively and literally speaking.

“I'm fine, Spencer.” You are too good for your own good.

The moonlight created a curtain against your features, your eyelashes shadowing your cheeks and the tip of your nose. You looked both peaceful and exhausted. He was only trying to help but you were too stubborn.

“I don't think I'm able to make someone happy.”

Spencer isn't foreign to late night confessions. He's done it himself. Our body's melatonin increases during the night which connects with the less light input to the SCN – area of the suprachiasmatic nucleus. To put it simply, our system is put to sleep mode, alerting us that we need to rest because the day is coming to an end. Our thoughts are slightly fuzzy and we don't retain much control of our actions. That's why people do stupid things at nighttime; well, one of the reasons, he cannot vouch for every single person and what happens in their brains.

That also relates to intrusive thoughts, they tend to come in as we're setting in to sleep, creeping up on the vulnerable hour.

You've shared a lot with each other. You have confided in him some of your darkest thoughts, as he has. He knows things about you that nobody else does and vice-versa. However, he had never heard you say that before.

“There's a lot to love about you.” The conviction in his tone made you cast him a careful look. He couldn't be that sure, could he? Not anymore.

“You've dated me, you're inclined to agree with me on this,” you said, nudging his arm playfully. He could see past that façade like a blink of an eye.

“That doesn't make sense.” His brows furrowed as he turned to you. “You've always been kind and strong and passionate about anything you do. Including loving somebody. You've stood by me when I couldn't stand by myself and you never once left. Even if you should have.”

You blink up at him in shock, slightly more aware of your surroundings. "Reid," But he cuts you off before you can say anything else.

“... And it's not only about the things you did but how when you enter a room, everything lights up,” his eyes soften and the edge of his lips barely quirk up. “I know that was a cliche thing to say, but that's all I could think whenever you would come in every morning. You make everyone's days better by just being there. By being you. So don't say you're not able to make someone happy. Because you make me happy even after—” his voice trails off. He doesn't face you but you can see the way his gaze drifts unfocused to his feet. His mind taking him back. And you are taken back, too.

It's no news that your line of work is heavy. Each casefile weighs on your hands as it does in your heart. But it's your job and you've been doing this for years, you're used to it.

Wrong. You never get used to it. And some days you can't go back to yourself as easily. So you push people away. You ended up pushing him away too.

“I'm just tired of fighting.” You state, tiredly running a hand through your face.

Spencer tosses his go-bag on the loveseat, loosening his tie with a frown. “We don't fight." He says shortly. "You're never here, how could we fight? You're never here at all. We barely hold a conversation.”

You visibly flinch, “Spencer, that's not true.”

“It is. And you know it is. You've been delaying this for three months. I can't just carry on like that, you have to speak to me. Just— just speak to me. please? I'm right here.” His frustration is thrown out the window when he finally looks at you. You had a forlornness expression on your features and he wanted more than anything to drive it away.

“I'm not." You let out in a breath. "I don't know where I am, Spencer.”

“Let me help finding you." He begged, taking one of your hands on his. There was something irrevocably broken within you two. He could feel it. "I can do it. You just have to let me be there.”

“I can't. I can't do it. I'm sorry.”

Just like that, it was over. You took a leave of absence from work and disappeared out of the radar for about two months. It was outlandish staying away from your routine, you missed the mess and your people every single day. You missed Spencer more than your heart could take. When you came back, you felt as if you could breathe once again. This time, you didn't choke on the truth or felt as if darkness was swallowing you. Maybe you just needed some time to find yourself.

Now, you were losing that again.

“She asked me to go to France with her.”

Spencer turned to you, head tilting forward so the chains didn't get in the way of his line of sight. He knew whom the her referred to in the sentence. You had started dating someone recently. Spencer knew who she was because she acted as a consultant in a case a long time ago. He'd occasionally see her around the department, Penelope was her friend and you were her girlfriend, it wasn't that unusual.

He watched you fall in love again. Move on. But you stayed friends so that's what mattered to him. He'd rather have you platonically than lose you forever. You walked into his life and took a piece of his heart without asking, he couldn't handle being away from you permanently.

Was that about to happen? Were you going to France to live a new life and leave it all behind?

“And what did you say?” He kicked a rock, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Silence overflows in your conversation, helping Spencer's anxiety to spike up.

“What am I supposed to do in France being completely ignorant with French, Reid.” You said, giving him a half laugh as you swayed on the swing. He opened his mouth and closed it twice, confusion causing his forehead to curl in the middle.

“English might not be widely spoken in France, but approximately 57% of the French population speaks it to a conversational level.” He pauses. “You would get by alright.” He mumbles quietly, drawing an uneven circle form on the sand with his shoe. It didn't even make sense that you'd decline that opportunity because your French wasn't good.

“Spencer.”

“Mhm?”

He didn't look at you, too busy paying attention on the ground like a toddler who's lost his toy. Rolling your eyes, you pushed his swing harshly to the side, gaining a height-pitched yelp. A full belly laugh blossomed out of you.

“This is bullying.” He remarks, narrowing his eyes at you as his swing stabilized. The corner of his lips betrayed him almost immediately.

Your eyes acquire a spark of amusement. “I'm not going, Spencer,” you said. “It was never my plan to leave here. Not for good, at least.”

“So, you're staying?”

“Yes.”

You waited for the question but he never said it, so you carried on. “We broke up.”

“Oh,” he breathed out. A sudden urge to hold you ignited in him. “How are you?”

“I'm okay.” You offered him a soft smile. It's not like you weren't affected by the break-up, you just enjoyed it while it lasted. And though you never reached the stage of falling in love, it was good. It just made you think that as another cycle came to an end, you were stuck in a limbo. Were you capable of making someone happy? Or did you only leave bad memories through someone else's life? Were you their bad part? The one they'd rather not remember?

There's a lot to love about you.

“I'm sorry that I hurt you.”

Spencer glanced at you, stunned.

“Why would you—”

You interrupt him with a shake of your head, “No, Spencer. I've never— We've never talked about it. But I need you to know that falling out of love wasn't the reason why I ended things between us.” His gaze was attentive and you bit your lip before you let out the next words. “I was hurting and I needed to heal on my own. I know that I had you, I know that. But I didn't want to drag you down with me. What if—What if I made it worse? What if I just destroyed that idea you had of me because I couldn't pick myself up?” You huffed out a shaky breath. That wasn't an easy topic. It had never been. “I'm sorry. The truth is that I didn't want you to see me the way I saw myself. It would... wreck me. That and— I was needing you to simply breathe. You were the only thing that kept me going, I couldn't just put that weight on you, it wasn't fair.”

You heard your name being said in a plea but you carried on. You had to get it all out before you regret it.

“... the day I let you go was the hardest day of my life. But it was necessary.” You paused, your eyes had that familiar stinging sensation. “I'm sorry, Spencer. I know you blame yourself, but it was really all my fault.”

“I know why you did it.”

You locked your gaze to his, eyes widening in bewilderment “What?” you asked, voice failing slightly. Of all the things you expected to hear, those words weren't one of them.

Spencer lined up his shoes on the sand, his forehead twitching before he started speaking.

“I know why you— why we broke up.” He needed to correct himself because even though you were the one responsible to call it quits, he was just as responsible for letting you go. “I saw the signs, you know? They were written in neon lights to me but I didn't know what to do so I just had to—” he let out a sigh, feeling guilty at what he was about to say. But he had to say it, it's been so long and he has that bottled up for such a long time. “You didn't let me be there. I knew you were struggling and I could see you weren't being yourself but you just left while being right there.”

You stayed quiet, you've been waiting to hear his words on this. That conversation should have happened a long time ago.

“What I'm trying to say is that, it hurt. I didn't wait for it to happen—I never wanted it to happen,” he finally glanced up at you. “... but I know why it happened and I don't blame you for it, I need you to understand that.”

Your face morphed into puzzlement, “Spencer, how can you not blame me?”

“You needed space.” Those were your exact words that night and he knew the meaning behind them. “And I know what it feels like to feel suffocated by love when you can't give it back at that moment. The guilt and the shame; I know those.”

Suddenly, it was like you were staring at the Spencer from all those nights ago. The one to whom you told you needed to go, the one who you could barely stand to face some days because it was too much in your head, the one who asked you to stay but told you he would always be there when you chose to go.

Here's the thing: that Spencer never disappeared. He was still very present in the person you were looking at, still kind, still endearing, just a different haircut. He was still the same Spencer Reid you've always known.

“I loved you,” you blurted out, feeling your throat tightening. “You know that, don't you?”

He gave you a sad smile, “I do.”

“I didn't want to go.” A tear trailed down your cheek and you quickly wiped it with the back of your hand. There's way more to come but you could hold it off for a little. “But I had to. I needed to do that by myself.”

“I know.”

“I never stopped loving you, Spencer.” You croaked out, sniffling as more tears started to come out. You didn't have control anymore. But that was Spencer. He had seen you cry thousands of times before. “It was just so hard—”

“I know,” he said softly, half desperate to tuck you into his arms and tell you it would be okay and half suffering because he knew that feeling all too well and it was so painful to bring that topic back. It was so raw. “It's okay.” Because it was. He was seeing you wipe away your tears harshly when you didn't have to do that. It was okay to cry in front of him, it was okay to let it go. “Please, don't do that,” he requested kindly. That's when you felt a warm touch pulling at your wrists softly to stop you from covering your face. The scene in front of you would be comical if you weren't so sad.

Spencer held your hands on his chest with one of his as the other worked on drying off your damp cheeks. He was kneeling on the sand not caring how he would get up without cracking his limbs apart or how his pants would get dirty. A concerned look dancing on his features.

“Sorry,” you croaked out, closing your eyes as he dried your tears with his soft touch. “It's just been a hard day.”

“Yeah,” his fingers lingered on your cheek before he withdrew it while clearing his throat. “It's okay, you don't have to apologize. But I need you to trust me on this, alright? When I say that don't blame you, i mean it.” Your gaze drifted through his features quietly, you were searching for that hitch of hesitation, the twitch that revealed a lie; but you found none. Lifting a hand to touch his cheek was a gesture of surprise to both of you and you retracted it before your fingers could graze him. Spencer kept staring at you as if there was something he couldn't figure out.

“You're supposed to be mad at me.” You cleared your throat, looking down at your hands.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because you're here cleaning my tears, when you would have enjoyed your night with everyone else.”

Spencer gave you a tilt of head, “Why do you keep insisting that I'd rather be anywhere else?”

With a roll of eyes, you held back the will to groan loudly. He stood up, protesting softly causing your lips to curl up in amusement. “That hasn't changed.” You mentioned his knee and it was his turn to give you an eye roll.

“Glad you're having fun,” he said. “Get up, I'm taking you home.”

You shook your head, standing up from the swing, not at all protesting like he did. “You can take my car.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Go home, Spence.” His eyes softened at the nickname, one he hadn't heard in your voice for a long time. “It's not even a five minute walk from here to my apartment. And I'm not going to let you take the subway at this hour.” You said with finality in your tone. “Either you take my car or you sleep over.” He blinked as you poked his cheek with a low chuckle.

You were clearly joking about the sleeping over part, you knew he'd never take that option. Still, it was funny seeing his scrunched up face.

“Okay.” Spencer folding his arms across his chest. The streetlight latched onto his profile, illuminating his cheeks in with the yellow light, that's when you could see the dark bags around his eyes. Seems like you weren't the only one having a hard time sleeping. “I'll pick you up in the morning.”

Your eyes widened lightly. “You don't have—”

“I’ll be here.” He is quick to brush you off, mentioning your parked car on the side of the road. There was barely any indication of life in the streets, except for two other cars and a guy walking his dog. “And I'll take you home, too. C'mon. It's late. If you're not letting me take the subway, I won't let you walk home at this hour, either.”

“You’re stubborn.”

“And you're annoying,” he threw back, earning a gasp from you to which he tried to hold back a grin. Oh, it was all too familiar to not have that bittersweet feeling crawling up his spine.

That bickering? That was the most normal you two have been in months. He missed that. You missed that.

“That hasn't changed.” He added softly, leaning on the driver's door as you walked around to reach your side. You froze before entering the car, eyes lifting and locking with his honey brown ones like magnets lining up in the field. How could it feel like coming home after a long time spent away? The walls and the smell, they remained there, the ceiling might be a little cracked, but you would always feel the same walking into that same room.

He watched as you entered your building, waving him goodbye with a contained smile and tired eyes. Only when the gate closed behind you did he drive away to his own neighborhood. The jasmine scent of the car and the keychain brushing against his fingertips every time he made a turn drew a nostalgic smile in his features. As for you, well. You didn't feel as if you were beyond repair anymore. In spite of the cracks and the scars and the fears, devastation wasn't the only thing in your corner, there may be something else there as well. Someone.

Apparently, nothing had changed. And everything did, at the same time.

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“I do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me.

I want to be full on my own. I want to be so complete I could light a whole city. and then, I want to have you.

‘cause the two of us combined could set it on fire.”

[ rupi kaur ]

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justmystyles · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! Just saw your requests are open and I couldn’t help but jump on this bc I love your writing so much!!!

Not sure if you do these but could you write something angsty loosely based off All I Ask by Adele with Harry and reader? Maybe with a happy ending that could be down the line after coming back together after maturing/time apart? :)

thank you so much for this ask! i really hope i gave you what you were looking for! 🖤

All I Ask

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: you're finally starting to get over harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

warnings: 18+ only NSFW, smut, oral (f & m receiving)

a/n: my first request AND my first smut. let's do this!

*i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

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Harry kept his hood up and head down as he walked the late night streets of New York. He didn’t have a destination in mind. If anything, he was trying to get away from his thoughts. Trying to find something to distract him.

New York was where he fell in love with you, and then a few months later where you planned your future together. It had been nearly a year, but he could swear his sheets smelled like you. He had spent countless nights in that bed thinking of the nights you shared together, the feeling of the two of you wrapped up in one another. Your smile, your laugh.

Your laugh. It had become one of his favorite sounds on the planet. He could sell out the biggest arenas, but nothing made him feel better than hearing you laugh, and knowing it was because of him. Sometimes, he could still hear it.

Harry froze in his spot. It sounded too real that time. And then he heard it again. Like the siren sound of a mermaid calling to a sailor, his eyes followed the melodic laughter, and he found you almost immediately.

You were surrounded by a large group, he recognized a couple of your friends, and there were a few people he hadn’t seen before. He was at a loss for what to do, so he just stayed rooted in place. Watching you. And then he saw something that he wished he hadn’t.

A man came out of a nearby bar and approached your group. His arm went around your shoulder, and as if it were second nature, both of your arms snaked around his waist, your head resting on his chest. It was as if his heart was breaking all over again.

You were having a great time, your friends had just finished a hilarious comedy show. You kept telling them it was their best one yet. But the laughs didn’t end there, as with every show, the after party spilled out onto the sidewalk, and into the bar next door. It was the first time you’d been able to actually enjoy New York since things ended between you and Harry. You were finally starting to feel like yourself again.

Then you heard those whispers and hished gasps that you hadn’t heard in ages, and you immediately tensed.

“Y/N, you good?” Lou looked down at you with a concerned glance, but you didn’t hear him. All you could hear were the whispers.

“Oh my gosh, is that Harry Styles?”

“It’s him! Quick get your phone out!”

At that point, your friends had heard the whispers too. They knew about your history with him, they had done everything they could to get you out of your funk post-breakup, they saw what a mess you were. They were all trying to get your attention, asking if you were okay, trying to guide you into the bar for a much needed shot of anything. None of it registered.

You pulled yourself out of Lou’s arms, your eyes darting around the street until they locked on his. You silently walked away from your group, you saw Harry begin to move as well. Once you were in front of each other, you stopped.

“Harry,” you whispered.

“Y/N.”

You closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself. You forgot how beautiful your name sounded coming out of his mouth. When you opened them, you saw him moving closer with his arms outstretched. You immediately stepped into the embrace, as if you were a magnet. You both sighed instantly on contact.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but when he began to pull away, you knew it wasn’t long enough.

“So… uh, what are you doing here?” Harry asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Dan and Jay had a thing,” you nod your head over to your group of friends, who had been watching the entire interaction. “You?”

“Recording, and a couple of meetings.” You nod in understanding. “How was the show?” He asked.

“Good, really funny. How is the–”

“Excuse me,” you were interrupted by two women holding out their phones. “Harry, do you think we could get a picture?”

Harry smiled at you apologetically, and you nodded in response signaling that it was okay. He took the photos, and a small crowd started to surround you.

“I’m going to take off,” you whisper in his ear as he finishes another photo op.

As if out of instinct, his hand reaches out and grabs yours, you gasp quietly as that familiar jolt of electricity shoots through you at his touch.

“Wait,” he pulls you closer. “Do you want to go grab a drink and catch up? I know a place.”

“Sure,” you respond before he can even finish his sentence. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to him again. Not yet. “Let me just go tell my friends.”

Harry nods, and watches as you walk down the street to your friends. You had said yes, but he was afraid that if he let you out of his sight, you would disappear.

When you returned, he took a few more pictures, said goodnight to everyone there, and placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you away. The second his hand was on you, the concerns of your friends replayed in your head.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“We’re just starting to get you back.”

You shook it off. If anything, this would be good, it would be the closure you never got. Things between you and Harry ended while you were on opposite sides of the world, so you never got the chance to really talk things out. Maybe this was that chance.

After walking a few blocks, you arrived at a bar and were seated in a back corner booth. You both ordered drinks immediately, hoping to clear out some of the awkwardness. The conversation started off simple enough, you caught each other up on work, your families, typical topics. Then, feeling emboldened by the alcohol, Harry asked the question he was dreading.

“So your boyfriend didn’t mind you coming out with me?”

“Boyfriend?” You ask, unsure where that was coming from.

“That guy you were hugging when I saw you.”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to remember what was happening right before you saw Harry. “Oh, that was Lou,” you wave your hand dismissively. “He’s an affectionate drunk.” You chuckle through the butterflies. Was he jealous that you may have been with someone else?

He nodded his head in understanding. “So you’re not…”

“I’m single. I’ve been on a couple of dates, but none of them really clicked.” You shrugged. Your mind went back to the last date you went on.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.”

You turn to your left, smiling softly at the man in the drivers seat. “Me too, thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime,” he continued talking, but his words faded away as those familiar notes started ringing through the speakers. You looked at the screen to confirm, when you saw Harry’s name, you immediately reached over and turned off the radio. You looked over to your date, who eyed you curiously. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” he chuckled. “Not a Harry Styles fan?”

“I, uh… I went through a phase.” It wasn’t a lie. The phase just happened to be more than making playlists and going to concerts.

“My little sister is obsessed,” he continued. “She was going on and on about how excited she is that he got back with his ex.”

“He… what?” You choked out the words. For about a month after you broke up, you were keeping tabs on gossip and fan blogs, but your family and friends reminded you that doing that would only make moving on harder.

“Yeah, I guess he and Taylor Swift are a thing again? I dunno, they’re probably just trying to get inspiration for their albums or something. Celebrities are all so fucked.”

Your chest tightened at the memory. He wasn’t single.

“Speaking of, I heard you and Taylor are a thing again.”

His brow crinkled, it was the same face he always made when he thought you said something crazy. “We’re not.” He said simply.

“Oh, sorry. I just heard that...”

“You should know better than to believe all that gossip rubbish. I’m single too.”

“Oh,” was all you were able to say.

A silence fell over the two of you as you took in all the information. You were both single, you both got the impression that the other was happy about that. What next?

“Do you have any regrets about us?” Harry broke the silence.

“I… what?”

“Because I do,” he didn’t even let you process his question before continuing. “I regret not getting one more night with you.” Your eyes went wide, but he continued, wanting to get it out before he lost the nerve. “I keep thinking about our last time together, and I think about all the things I would have done differently if I had known that was going to be it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you reply, tossing your head back and finishing your drink in one gulp.

“What if we… I mean we could,” he took a deep breath before continuing. “Do you want to go back to my place?”

“Absolutely.” You answer without hesitation.

Harry finished his drink, slamming his glass down on the table. He then pulled out his wallet and dropped some cash to cover the bill. “Let’s go.” He stood, offering you his hand which you took immediately.

The taxi back to Harry’s apartment was silent. You were both weighing out the pros and cons of what you were about to do. Your friends were right, you were just starting to come back around, starting to heal. Would this destroy all of the work you’ve put in?

Truthfully, you didn’t care.

Harry opened the door and held it for you, allowing you to enter first. As you did, you felt his eyes on you causing a chill up your spine. You heard the door latch, and before you knew it, Harry’s hands were on your waist, and his lips were on your neck.

He spun you around so you were facing him and crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans. He walked you backwards, pinning you between the wall and his body. While one hand traveled up to tangle in your hair, the other slid down your thigh, lifting it to hook around his waist.

He pressed into you further and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your core. “Do you feel that, Y/N? You feel what you do to me?”

“Yes,” you gasp against his lips as you lift your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Mmm… so eager. Did you miss my cock? Miss how well I fill your sweet pussy?” He latched onto your neck with a series of biting kisses that would most definitely leave marks.

“God yes.”

Harry growled at your response, lifting your other leg so they were now both wrapped around him and began walking toward the bedroom. As he moved, you could feel his cock rubbing against you, you tightened your legs trying to get as close to him as possible.

Once you were in the bedroom, he threw you down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. His hands traveled up your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt as he did and lifting it over your head. He pressed his lips to yours in a dizzying kiss, he quickly moved down your body, kissing across your collarbone and down your chest as he reached behind you and unclasped your bra.

He pulled back for a moment, admiring your topless form. His hands cupped your breasts, squeezing gently before he came back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Your back arched as you gasped in pleasure. He kissed across your chest, paying the same attention to your other breast. Your hand came up, cradling the back of his head as your fingers ran through his curls.

His hands slid down your body, pausing to unbutton your pants before pulling them down with your panties. As soon as your pants were on the floor, his lips began traveling the same path his hands just had until he was settled between your legs.

“I swear, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” His husky tone went straight through you.

He gave you a wolfish grin before lowering his head, running his tongue slowly through your folds, moaning at his first taste of you. “Still so sweet.” He commented before he refocused, circling your clit with his tongue.

“Oh god,” you moan as your hands fall to his head gripping onto his hair trying to move him exactly where you need him most.

Harry pulls his mouth away, littering your inner thighs with kisses as he slides his hand up and slowly starts inserting a finger. “Fuck, you’re so tight darling.”

You look down at Harry bashfully. “There hasn’t been… I haven’t…”

Harry growled at your response. “Good girl,” he praised, causing a small whimper to escape you. “Have you touched yourself?”

“Mmhmm,” you were so lost in the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you that you were unable to form words.

He arched a brow at your response. “And were you able to make yourself feel as good as I did?” You shake your head in response, still unable to speak. “Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear you.” He crooked his fingers just right, hitting that spot deep in side of you.

“No!” You scream.

“That’s right,” he responded. “Because nobody will ever make you feel as good as I can.” To prove his point, he lowered his mouth once again and started working his tongue in time with his hand.

“Oh fuck, Harry please.” You pleaded for your release.

“That’s it Y/N, give me everything.”

At his words, your back arched off the bed and Harry’s name fell off your lips like a mantra. He worked you through your climax, holding your thighs open as he lapped up every last drop of you.

As you were coming down from your high, he began kissing back up your body. When he got to your face he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

He stood from the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. You watched with rapt attention, your eyes traveling every inch of his torso. You shifted, crawling to the end of the bed where he stood. When you got to him, you reached out, pulling his sweatpants to the ground, allowing his hard length to spring free.

You wrapped your hand around his base, his hips instantly bucking into your touch. You pumped your hand twice before leaning down and swirling your tongue around the tip. As you opened your mouth and began taking him inch by inch, his hand gathered your hair and rested on the base of your neck, helping to guide you down further.

“Mmm, just like that. Such a perfect little mouth.” Harry kept his eyes locked on you, memorizing every possible moment.

When you gagged on his length, he instinctively thrust his hips. He was close, you could tell. You felt him tug on your hair. Picking up on his signal, you slowly remove him from your mouth and sit back on the bed, giving Harry a questioning look.

“I need to be inside you.” He grabbed your face, pulling you into another kiss. “Do I need a…”

“I’m still covered.” You answer, confirming that you’re stll on birth control.

“Such a good girl. Lay back for me, beautiful.” He commanded in a tender tone.

You complied, and Harry was immediately on top of you, the head of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes Harry, please.” You begged.

He entered you slowly, desperate to feel every inch of you. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused allowing you a moment to adjust. When Harry felt you shift underneath him, he knew you were ready and pulled out to the tip before plunging back in quickly causing you to gasp.

He continued to move at a torturous pace, his hands moving all over your body, as if he were trying to memorize every curve. His mouth traveled your neck and chest, marking you as his, even if it was only for tonight.

“I’m close angel, I need you to come again for me, can you do that?”

“Yes Harry, please yes.” you were desperate for another release.

His hand dropped between your legs, circling your clit in time with his thrusts. The sounds of your shared moans and skin against skin filling the room.

“Harry, yes… fuck… oh!” You screamed as you covered his cock, your breathing rapid.

His thrusts sped up, becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck!” He groaned, dropping his head to the crook of your neck as he filled you.

You stayed like that for a moment as you both recovered. Before long, Harry dropped to your side. He instinctively lifted his arm to pull you close but stopped himself, remembering the situation you two were in.

The room was silent as the two of you laid there, minds racing over what just happened, and what it meant.

And how much it would hurt to say goodbye.

The reality of the decision hit you, and you began to panic internally. You had to get out of there before you completely lost it.

“I… uh, I should probably take off.” You clutch the sheet to your chest, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than you ever had around Harry, as you begin to sit up.

“Oh,” he was surprised by your abrupt decision. “Are you sure? It’s late, you could stay if you…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Harry.”

“No, of course not. I’m sorry.” He threw his legs over the side of the bed and slid his sweatpants back on. “Let me walk you out?”

You nod as you pull your shirt on. You confirm that you have everything and make your way out of the bedroom, Harry following behind.

You got to the door and let out a sigh before turning around to face Harry. “It was really good to see you.”

“You too,” he responded, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stood there in silence for a moment, neither able to believe that this was really it. This was the final goodbye. “Take care of yourself, Harry.”

“You too, Y/N.” He pulled you into a hug, holding you so tight that it felt like he was never going to let go. You didn’t want him to let go.

Unfortunately, he did, and it was time to go. Time to finally close this chapter of your life. With a sad smile and a wave, you stepped out the door, and out of Harry’s life forever.

The next morning, you were in your hotel packing the last of your things when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy thanks to the combination of the uncontrollable sobbing and inability to sleep. The second you heard Harry flip the lock on his door, your tears fell, and they hadn’t stopped. You grabbed your sunglasses off the desk and slid them on before grabbing your bags and exiting the room.

When the elevator doors opened, you trudged into the hotel lobby. You were tired and hurting, you were so focused on holding back your tears that you didn’t hear your name being called. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you jumped and snapped your head around, your breath catching in your throat when you saw him.

“Harry?”

“I have more regrets.” He lowered his sunglasses, and his eyes looked just as bad as yours did. “I regret not fighting harder for us, I regret not making you feel special and important. I regret letting you walk out the door last night without telling you that I still love you. I never stopped.”

You removed your sunglasses, your way of showing him that you had been struggling just as much. You were trying to come up with something to say, you had to say something.

“I…”

Nothing came out, so you did the only thing you could think of, you dropped your bags and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss that you hoped said everything you were unable to. When you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush to him, you knew you had succeeded.

You finally broke apart to catch your breath, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes searching his.

“Do you have to go back today?” He asked through a whisper.

“I could probably stay another day or two.”

“Good,” he kissed you again before taking your hand and leading you out of the hotel.

He took you back to his place, you had a lot to talk through, a lot to figure out. But for the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, like you were whole again.

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alwayslovingharry · 5 months ago

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So Long, London

A/N: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, BUT!

HELLO, I'M BACK! I know it's been a long time since I've written (although I'm active on Tumblr from time to time), but I'm back. I've had a lot of ideas in my head for the last few months, fuelled by…well, ever since Taylor Swift's last album came out I've had a lot of Haylor theories and since then I've been a bit obsessed with the What If's and theories that some of Taylor's current songs are for Harry.

So out of all those What If's comes this Haylor One Shot which, from what I have in my head, could have more parts. I need your opinions on this and on the idea of publishing more of these two stories (I have several I've started to write).

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: Two old lovers reunite during challenging time

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End of August 2016

The summer sun shone brightly over the London park, casting dappled shadows through the lush green canopy. I adjusted my sunglasses as I strolled along the winding path, savoring the warmth and tranquility. This park had become my sanctuary, a peaceful retreat from the chaos that had enveloped my life in recent months.

The social media fallout of these last months had left me reeling. Once celebrated as America's sweetheart, I now found myself at the center of a relentless storm of criticism. My recent breakup with Calvin and the brief, highly-publicized affair with Tom after the Met Gala had only added fuel to the fire. But most of the media do not take into account the fact that my little whirlwind romance with Tom had ended almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving me feeling more alone than ever.

I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. The park was nearly empty, the serenity broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves underfoot. As I turned into another path, a familiar figure caught my eye in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be... could it?

I squinted against the sunlight, my mind racing as I tried to confirm what my eyes were seeing. Sure enough, it was him. His unmistakable silhouette, casual in a T-shirt and jeans, strolling towards me. But something clearly was different. The last time I saw him in person, he had a mane full of brunette curls. Now, from a distance I could see his hair was short, even shorter than when I met him years ago, framing his face in a way that was both new and strangely familiar. His presence here, in this park, seemed almost surreal, meeting your old flame in a London park.

“Taylor?” he called out, his voice tinged with disbelief as he recognized me.

“Harry!” I responded, my eyes lighting up.

We closed the distance between us, stopping a few feet apart. For a moment, we simply stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The years seemed to melt away, and I was transported back to simpler times.

“It’s been a while,” Harry said, his voice warm and friendly.

“Yeah, it has,” I replied, smiling. “What brings you here?”

“Just needed some peace and quiet,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

“Same,” I admitted. “It’s been a tough year.”

Harry nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “I heard. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thanks,” I said softly. “It’s getting better, though. Slowly.”

We began to walk together, falling into an easy rhythm. The conversation flowed naturally, our shared history creating a comfortable familiarity. The sun filtered through the trees, casting playful patterns on the ground as we walked. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy aroma of the park, creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Do you want to talk about all…that?” Harry asked gently after I explained that I was living in London indefinitely for the time being, in a kind of self-imposed exile forced by the drama of the last few months. "I don't want to force you to tell me anything, but if you need to... I'm here."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I suppose it might help. It's just... everything happened so fast. One minute, I was at the top of my career winning all these awards and accolades for my work and the next, it was over and all the snakes fell on me. And I was alone, I’ve never felt so lonely. The whole thing with Kanye destroyed everything I have worked for since I was a child and everyone supported him in my demonization, no one stood up for me.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly. “I saw that. It must have been awful.”

“It was,” I admitted. “It felt like the whole world turned against me overnight. My social media was flooded with snake emojis, people calling me a liar, and saying even worse things. It was like I was trapped in a storyline full of lies that I never asked to be part of, ever since 2009.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can’t imagine how tough that must have been. I’ve had my share of public scrutiny, but it sounds like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“It’s been rough,” I admitted. “But I’m trying to focus on the positive, I have decided to put some distance from the eye of the hurricane to lick my wounds and try not to end up going crazy. My music has been a lifeline, as always. It’s the one thing that’s kept me grounded through all this. But now, I’m not even sure if I can release new music again without my reputation being ruined all over.”

Harry turned to me, his expression serious. “You’re stronger than you realize, Taylor. What you’ve been through... it’s not easy, but you’ve handled it with grace. Your music has always been your strength. People love your music.”

“Thanks, Harry. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, my eyes softening. “You’ve always been good at lifting people up. But it's hard to think about putting myself out there again. What if it just brings more negativity?”

Harry smiled, his eyes full of warmth. “I get that. But think about all the people your music has touched, all the lives you've changed with your songs. You've always been true to yourself, and that's what matters.”

We found a bench and sat down, the golden afternoon sun casting a gentle glow around us. We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. The park seemed to cocoon us in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“What about you?” I asked, breaking the silence. “How’s life been treating you?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. I just finished filming 'Dunkirk' with Christopher Nolan, which was incredible but intense.”

"That sounds amazing, I never imagined you as a Nolan guy."

"Yeah, it's amazing that the long-haired guy from One Direction ended up in a Nolan movie," he replied with a sad smile.

"Well, I think it suits you, whatever the public or the press thinks. You always had a lot of hidden sides in you... I just thought you'd be more of a Spielberg guy."

"You think you're so funny, Miss Swift," he replied mockingly. “I’m also starting to write songs for my first solo album.”

"Oh, that's great, that's what I know best. How was it?"

“It’s exciting, but sometimes I miss the old days with the band. Things were simpler then.”

"Sometimes change is difficult."

"I just… miss not having four other guys around to make decisions... everything I decide is going to be on me if something goes wrong and... I feel like I have a responsibility now to reach a standard, to reach expectations, if I go through with this."

“I can relate to that,” I said. “Sometimes I miss the early days of my career, before everything got so complicated.”

Harry nodded, his eyes distant for a moment. “Yeah, fame can be a double-edged sword. But I guess we just have to focus on the things that matter.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “That’s why I’ve been pouring my heart into my music. It’s been therapeutic, in a way.”

“I’m glad you have that,” Harry said, his voice sincere. “It’s important to have something that keeps you grounded.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the park providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts.

“Do you ever miss it?” Harry asked, his voice quiet as we continued our stroll.

“Miss what?” I replied, glancing over at him.

“Having someone to share all of this with,” he said, his gaze distant. “A partner you can tell all your uncertainties and fears to.”

I paused, considering his question. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s difficult to find someone who understands everything about my life – the fame, the reputation. It’s a lot for anyone to take on.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our way of life is something that is hard to understand for anyone who has been away from this kind of life. You want to believe in that connection, but it’s scary to open yourself up to that vulnerability again.”

“Exactly,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my chest as he put my feelings into words.

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But,” Harry said softly, breaking the silence, “I think love is always worth taking the risk. Maybe finding someone to share your love with is worth fighting for, despite the pain of them not understanding what this life is about.”

I looked at him, a glimmer of hope stirring in my chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But, I don’t know if I can risk it again,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s so hard to find someone who understands this life, the constant scrutiny, the expectations. It’s exhausting. And when that person also lives under scrutiny and understands what it's like, it's even worse, because it's not only my reputation that's at stake, but also theirs.”

Harry nodded slowly. “As I see it, in a relationship where there are two previous big reputations, when you are together, it becomes one. You have to forget about the past and focus on a shared reputation, of course without forgetting that you both have separate projects, but keeping in mind that there is another person on whom, at least your public image depends. Then, maybe it’s not about finding someone who gets it all. Maybe it’s about finding someone who’s willing to try, who’s willing to be there for you despite not having all the answers.”

I considered his words, a thoughtful silence enveloping us. The park seemed to cocoon us

in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“But what if it just leads to more heartache?” I asked, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Harry looked at me, his gaze steady. “Life is full of risks, Taylor. But sometimes, the greatest rewards come from the biggest risks. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy, who supports you through the highs and lows.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “I want to believe that. I really do.”

Harry gave me a small, encouraging smile. “You will. It just takes time.”

We continued our walk, the sun beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. As we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a sense of hope for the future.

“Thank you, Harry,” I said softly. “For being here, for listening. It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “You’re not alone in this. Remember that. If you need to talk or anything else, I'm just a phone call away.”

As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope waiting just around the corner.

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✨april 2023 fic recs✨

putting this one out a little early so i don’t forgot lol

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for:rick grimes, fezco, harry potter, jj maybank, bucky barnes, steve rogers, tom holland, drew starkey, harry styles, and calum hood

rick grimes

untied - @weretheones

“After months of friendship, Rick’s suddenly started avoiding you. You decide enough is enough and confront him.”

my starlight - @imyourbratzdoll

“rick finds things for you out on a run, and it ends in a love confession.”

play pretend - @velvetcloxds

“A moment of normalcy found in a house with running water has you wishing for a world where you and Rick could be happy without the dead chasing you”

fezco

soft place to land - @sublimecatgalaxy

“The reader has known Fez for a long time. They were friends first, lovers second. She had grown up with him, seen him at his best and worsts, witnessed his brother Ash grow up, the boy taking a big liking to her. But when she's forced to make the decision to give him a chance to stay or leave before he can, she leaves.”

harry potter

bloom - @iliveiloveiwrite

“Healing doesn't happen overnight. It’s a process that can take months, if not, years to come to terms with. It’s been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts and the end of the Second Wizarding War. Harry finally feels ready to confront feelings that have long been sat, growing unattended in the recesses of his mind and soul.”

the weight of the world - @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

“Because he's a hero, darling, and when do they ever get a happy ending?”

jj maybank

thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me - @https-florals

“if there was a contest for the world’s stupidest teenagers, you and jj would take first place.”

bucky barnes

you up? - @buckysbabygorl

“Y/N bugs Bucky to get a phone. With help from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Bucky learns something new and shoots his shot...”

steve rogers

we make a great team - @moonvis

“You fight alongside Steve in the finale battle against Ultron. The Captain is acting more protective than usual.”

tom holland

and now i just sit in silence - @waitimcomingtoo

“following your breakup, Tom is haunted by your songs about him everywhere he goes”

drew starkey

“Outer Banks” cast tests how well they know each other - @r66dus

harry styles

babysitter!yn - @harrysfolklore

“mitch rowland and sarah jones ask their cousin to help them babysit their son while they’re on the road with harry styles for “love on tour””

calum hood

beside you - @bartxnhood

“while calum is on tour, you often send him videos of your daily life while he’s gone. until you stop randomly and work on a surprise for him.”

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popculturebuffet · 1 year ago

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Sam and Max Beyond Time and Space Retrospective: Night of the Raving Dead

Happy halloween all you happy freelance police. I"m jake and my Sam and Max Beyond Time and Space retrospective continues as Sam and Max fight a guy who sucks just in time for spooky season.

Chapter 3 gives us a fun spooky good time as we have zombies, frankenstines and vampires as our dynamic duo have to beat a club hopping german vampire before his army of the undead conquer the world. So a normal tuesday really. Can our heroes save the world.. again? Will we have to see a lot of pierced vampire nipples? Is Lincoln still the worst Short answer, of course, just look at the article image, and i'm still in cringing agony so.. can confirm. Long answer is under the cut!

Night of the Raving Dead begins In Media Res and milks it for all it's worth: Sam and Max are in a soul sucking machine, at the mercy of Jurgen, a european vampire who never wears a shirt but does gladly show off his pierced nipples. Still better than bebops. Firm 6/10.

At any rate pierced nips aren't the issue as the threat here is your old fashioned spike wall style trap I know just the man for the job but sadly he's was a bit busy with his own spiked wall issues

So instead we flash back to the start of this tale.

And to my delight our heroes continue to pile up junk in their office. Sam has now added a holy urn and is still high priest seperation of chruch and state kneels before god emperor priest president Max!

Our heroes have a bit of infestation though in their office there's something all too familiar

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These are not greasy teen zombies or greasy gnomes or even the dreaded Crombie, but European Zombies! So it's up to us to talk to everyone and find out why. In an intresting reversal this time it's Bosco whose closed, while Sybil's reopened her place, because we psychologically tortured him into disappearing.

Sybil meanwhile is looking for love in all the wrong places as after her relationship with Abe Ended she's restarted her dating service.. but just for her. After the obvious sex work joke because this is the 2000's, Sybil is basically screening dates... and is currnetly screening a moleman.

But after he failed we're left with Harry Moleman. Whose back for some reason. Gotta reuse those models I guess. He has aboslutely no shot and Sybil is being just polite. He also has a choclate heart we'll need later and a fear of zombie's we'll exploit later

Moving over to Stinky's her latest special is a gooey cake/chekov's gun, while her latest item we can grab is a sunlamp bulb since even she has no idea why it's there, but the plot does. The plot sees all.

Anyway abe's also there.. .and still the worst as he blames Sybil for the breakup, is stalking her and won't shut up

Yeah I liked Abe at first.. but in a record TWO episodes he's gone from endearing into the hall

It's a shame too as I really DID like abe in season one and the first episode of this but this gag, ESPECIALLY wiith how the sybil plot concludes, really dosen't work.

Thankfully we move on to our boys the C.O.P.S. who have decided to captalize on this to sell internet to zombies, via online trial discs. For those too young to know what those are

For now though we can't get any of those future coasters, but we do found out poor bluster has some brain damage which was also funnier at the time. We do find out the source of the ZOmbies: the zombie factory in Stuttgard, Germany. And to my shock Stuttgart is a real place. I would've asked my german friend , but she needs sleep and isn't awake till midnight like moi.... am I a vampire? ... no. No I love garlic bread too much to make that sacrifice. Then again It'd also make it easier to meet Matt Berry.. dammit this is a dillema.

While I mull this over we move on to Stuttgard. I didn't ask said friend, @galaxysupernaturalstuff because again, asleep.. and because I forgot earlier. Though I probably DON'T need an actual german to tell me "yeah Stuttgart isn't a small villiage with a giant castle in the middle of it. "They thankfully don't do too many german stereotypes about the country as a whole, the only gags they do being the fairly innocent beerstein and the fact Midtown Cowboys is big there. It's done more in a tounge in cheek way than anything genuinely offensive.

Turns out the Zombie Factory is both your standard spooky hammer horror style monster castle.. and a club, and to get in we need to get past the bouncer, good old superball.

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Yeah like the Bosco scremaing thing this is a runner nad a truly great one. Also unlike that one it's both nonseical and you can't get punched for it. He's working for Jurgen, our big bad, because his doors are rich fine mahogany.. and he needs SOMETHING to do after the divorce. He was married. I'd.. genuinely forgot that.

To get past him we once again have to do something that's likely to get me sent to hell for playing this game: take a brain from a fresh corpse

Then we throw it to a gargoyle which suprisingly ISN'T alive, nor voiced by keith david despite it being night, allowing us to cut the line.

It's inside we get a ZOMBIE DISCO BITCHES. We meet our arc villian and the mastermind behind this half baked scheme, Jurgen. Jurgern.. is a deliglight: he's basically every 20 something trying to seem cool by clubing distilled into a vampire and given a german accent and nipple rings. And he is glorious. The fact his plan is just "Conquer teh world with zombies" jah helps. our heroes just try to go for the head.. but Jurgen can teleport so we need to take the source of his powers: his...

And it's fun too as each one is simply hitting him with his vampire weakensses.. and the how, as usual is fun and redicuous. That being said actually solving these puzzles.. is a lot. I ended up hitting a dead end: I figured given the tropes at play that the key was to trigger some type of hidden entrance to get up to the balcony to replace the bulbs in the spotlight with the sunlamp. And it is.. btu the how is INCREDIBLY overcomplicated. While the writing couldn't be stronger this chapter and where your supposed to go MOSTLY straight foward, the actual puzzles are often overcomplicated. The ones in the Zombie Factory itself rely HEAVILY on a dj soundboard , which you have to put the right words from one of jurgen's poems into, without it being clear which words in the poem are a clue. Also solving the spotlight DOSEN'T fix the problem and you still have two other things to do to him, only one of which is pretty easy to figure out since after Jurgen mentions he's a huge midtown cowboys fangboy, a new area unlocked announcment shows up. As it did with the COPS when this castle unlocked. Both a great gag and a nice bit of gameplay magic to make this easier.

So yeah.. I used a guide for most of this. This is one of the trickier ones gameplay wise and if you don't adventure game often or have a lot of patience

It can be maddening. There's also another "pick a random dialouge option fo ra song" puzzle like last season, which just.. isn't fun. Picking various options is only funny if there's multiple jokes, like the cooking without looking segment from last game. Basically asking "PICK RANDOM DIALOUGE FOR US FEASANT" isn't fun it's just keeping me from having fun with the part of the game I actually like.

So with that we an shine a little sunlight on Jurgen's life, causing him to freak out and loose a little respect of his fanbase. Like any influencer in embyro, just one stab to his rep isn't going to do it but it's a start. Next it's time to return to Midtown Cowboys! Their probably hiding a cow. Midtown Cowboys have been saved from cancelation baby! See back then Networks actually.. payed attention to things like audience numbers or dvd and digital sales instead of guarding the numbers like a cave troll so they can cancel whatever they want whenever they want. Gee I wonder why the actor's strike has taken 105 days with that kind of job security.

As it turns out Midtown Cowboys is HUGE in germany, with WARP having converted to just shooting Midtown Cowboys and spinoffs. Hey at least they beat Disney+ to the punch with that model. Turns out the statoin lady's been TRYING to get our heroes back in they've just been busy and such.. and max also deleted her messages because he be like that.

We also reunite with my boy Mr. Featherly, who legally changed his name from Philo Pennyworth. While he DID go back to theater even he can't resist the siren call of "buy your own private island fortress" money. Max naturally signed away those rights without thinking. They lost 4 executives that day..so you know it's not all bad.

We can still use the broadcast to our advntage though, stashing some garlic cigarettes from outside the castle in Featherly's bag as a prop. What follows.. is comedy gold. While we sadly don't get a cookin without lookin sequel, I wanted to use baboon hearts, what we do get is just as funny as we get a very special episode, the kind sitcoms used to do to tackle the heavy issues instead of just weaving them in if it fits the tone.

The cowboys hold an interviention for mr. featherly, who finds out they were indeed hiding a cow but he has his own cow.. a smoking addiction. Even Bessie is disapointed. It then quickly turns into an add for smoking and why it's totally rad and you should all do it as their sponsor.. is garlic clove cigarettes. It's so fucked and I love it. IT's a simple idea i'm genuinely suprised I haven't seen elsewhere and genius.

So with that we just have one last thing to destroy this man's career: we need a man of the faith to bless some water bottles we got at the club. But since Shelby isn't around, we'll have to make do with max, dunking the water bottles in his sacred urn while he gives us the sacred rites

The problem is as seen with the cigs, while Jurgen is many things, a hipster, a scene kid, a goth, a tool, a vampire, a mild german sterotype, a dracula, an emo, a direct to video sequel to Dracula 2000, a nipple piercing sorta guy, european, german, big dicked, bad at poetry, a plagarist, a mad scientest, an outer god... he is not dumb enough to let people carry in his weaknesses. Dumb enough to keep some of them in his private lab as we'll see, but still not dumb enough to let vampire hunters right in.

So to get it past we have to have max drink the holy water. You'd think this would mean max would get set on fire, another vampire weakness but it just give shim a halo. I guess his own religion can't cast him into the firey depths.

It's a once again limited time thing.. though I don't get WHY in this case. I get having it wear off to show it has to be used IN the castle.. but why does it wear off on the dance floor.

Anyways to beat jurgen we have to out out emo him with lyrics about darkness, no parents, continued darkness, and of course

We DO basically win, but normally jurgen would copy us. I know because I did this puzzle before knowing the solution. He drinks max. Thankfully his drinking Holy Water makes him need to go potty. You know if I had a nickle for every time we had to defeat one of our foes by making him need to go to the bathroom i'd have three nickels.. which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened thrice.

So we follow Jurgen to his lair but given we've only done three puzzle's we're not done yet, two act structure and all as SAM AND MAX ENGAGE IN THE MOST THRILLING BATTLE OF THEIR CAREERS... bringing them to the trap.. which thanks to Sam being busy recapping, works and swallows our heroes souls. Jurgen goes.. somewhere, leaving us in his study. We find some useful junk, including a stake, and a monster.

This is Jurgen's Monster, who like his master I dearly love, a poetic beast whose mad you brought him to life as he's so lonely. Can relate dude, can, relate.

Helping him win a date with Sybil is our main quest from her eon out as she has a soul mater, a weird horrifying eldrich device she dosen't know how to use, so her finding her soul mate means we can have it. Which is good because Sam and Max's souls don't want to go back after how their bodies have misused them, waiting to go to the next life. To put a stop to our souls going to hell a few chapters early we need that soul mater.

What follows is a LOT of stuff since we don't have just 7 days to make jurgen a mannnnnnnnnnnn. We can't get him pink and quite clean but we CAN get him a brain via our old friend Flint Paper and the Zombie of Abe LIncon. Yeah turns out Abe was buried in Stuttgart and thus we meet the real abe whose loyal to his dead wife and actually likeable. Sadly he's brutalyl murdered because Flint Paper is on the warpath. He wants to kill us because "THey'd rather be dead than undead!" Sam and Max don't remember making him promise that and thus use another hidden passage to knock him out and get the brain.

Next we need a proper hand. Thankfully the zombie from the intro stole jessie james hand, which is now alive and holding up girl stinky. To get it we need to trick it and this puzzle is clever: the hand hops every time it shoots. So we simply have to make it get all the way to girl stinky, then put his attention her so it goes the other way.. straight into the goey cake. We got our HANNNDDD BACCCKKKK.

We now need to give him some heart. This one's a tad overcomplicated, even by this chapter's standards: first we need to play the cops game for this chapter, distrubing internet demo disks paperboy style. This game is tricky, but unlike the difficulty in this chapter, it's a fair kind once you figure it out. You have to move your car to be in the right position to hit the zombies with a disk. It's still hard, but it's the fun kind of hard

With that we have a big anetna we can bolt cutter off the car and use to power up Jurgen's alchemy machine.

To get our final body part though we need to play the dating game against featherly and harry moleman

Harry is just hopeless and Featherly is pretentious: LIncoln's brain is the only thing Sybil liked about him, and the hand has jurgen spell out I love sybil. Awwwwww. We just need a heart of gold as the ones we have are a clock and plants that make us into mr. van dresen. I mean .. you'd think playing a good rendention of lesbian segull would woo her but I guess it's not her thing.

No we need a heart. Luckily Harry takes his time answering a question and has a choclate heart, and even more luckily this time ruining his life dosen't feel bad as he's tried to murder us, sybil and really had ZERO chance before shouting at us.

With that we can be in it to win it, using the science and the alchemy to give us a gold heart and winning Sybils. Unfourtnatley the game then makes a pretty bleh error in judgment, as Sybil realizes she still wants abe and.. runs off to apologize to the bastard

Yeah this joke is all kinds of messed up. I get her going back IS the joke, that he's bad for her.. but it just comes off stupid, and mildly sexist as it feeds into the old "oh women like jerks" sterotypes instead of "abusive relationships happen". I mean it's a lot to ask sam and max to be realistic, so i'm fine with that but it's not a lot to ask them to actually be funny if their going to do something this annoying.

So on that sour note the climax. We get our souls back and fight jurgen, who has a plan.. of.. some sort. Anyways we can't stake him because we're too slow, so we toss the soul mater to jurgen's monster pull the lever kronk and swap bodies, using his to finally put this chapter to it's eternal rest... but not before flint comes in and tragically jurgen's monster dies.

I'm.. still not over it but i've been asured he returns somehow. And there's no time to punch flint for this as it turns out the reason he dived in guns a blazing to see us earlier is that he needs our help: bosco isn't just missing... he's NOWHERE ON EARTH

Night of the Raving dead is one of my faviorite chapters writing wise, with lots of clever jokes, an all timer villian and tons of my faviorite characters.. and abe. The abe stuff drags it down slightly, but everything else is so good this is easily my second faviorite chapter of the games thus far behind Save the World's The Mafia, the Mole and the Meatball.

It still suffers from some of this games overarching issues: the puzzles are more obtuse, the writing can be a bit mean spirited, and I don't have a third thing. Beyond Time and Space thus far isn't BAD, and has legs up on it's predecessor with gorgeous environments, but it still feels a bit of a step back from the previous one. It's got a bigger budget.. but it's just not as fun as the later chapters of save the world. It's not a bad game, the writing is as sharp as ever and most of your terrible actions are too over the top to not be funny, but it dosen't have quite the charm the first one did.

Next Time: I .. genuinely dont' know. The descrption for this one is more vauge. the only thing I know for sure is we'll finally meet THEM

Thanks for reading

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