#he's smiling at mitch (to absolutely no one's surprise)

[starlarz]

coyotes @ leafs - feb 29 '24

[daeniradraconis]

The Leafs Legacy - Auston Matthews

Okay, so @tonyspep you gave me the sweetest idea with your comment! I know you were hoping for a more gentle Auston teaching his daughter to skate, but I thought the first game could be way more exciting! Hope you still love this take though!

So, here's daddy Auston being the proudest coach at his baby girl's first game. A few Leaf players make an appearance too. It's all about the fluff and cuteness! I just needed to write something like this today to make myself smile, and I hope it does the same for you! 💕 For more fun: masterlist❤️

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The arena buzzed with excitement—a lively mix of proud parents, devoted fans, and an entire section filled with Toronto Maple Leafs players, all gathered to witness history: the very first game of the newly established Leafs Girls' Program. And at the heart of it all, standing tall behind the bench in his team-issued jacket, was Auston Matthews—head coach of the future generation of hockey stars.

You still remember the promise Auston made when Clara was born. At the time, you thought he was joking about starting a Maple Leafs girls’ team, but that stubborn fool never let it go. For nearly a year, he hounded the directors and senior managers, relentless in his mission. You’re pretty sure they only gave in just to stop him from spamming their inboxes with proposals and cornering them with passionate speeches. But now, seeing the pride in his eyes as he watched his team, you knew—he had won.

From the stands, you held little Auston Jr. close, his tiny Maple Leafs onesie making him look impossibly adorable. At just three months old, he had no clue what was going on, but nestled in your arms, surrounded by the bright lights and the roar of the crowd, he was completely content. And in that moment, so were you.

You and Auston had talked about having more kids after Clara turned one, but life didn’t unfold as expected. Months turned into years, and despite your best efforts, nothing happened. Eventually, you both quietly let the topic go. But then, just as you were getting ready to settle into your life as a family of three, at nearly 36 years old, you found out you were pregnant. It was a shock—a miracle.

When you told Auston, he cried like a baby, overwhelmed by emotion. And to be honest, you were a hot mess too, crying and laughing at the same time.

You may not have ended up with enough kids to fill a hockey team, but you were surrounded by love—cherished by your little ones, who meant the world to you. The small moments of chaos and laughter, the sleepy snuggles, and the endless hugs were all you needed. And as for Auston, he never let you forget, that he was right about one thing: you were an absolute smoke show MILF.

But then, your attention naturally shifted. You glanced over at the ice, where Clara stood, her little figure tiny against the rink. She wore an oversized Leafs jersey, her pink and purple helmet snug on her head, and her tiny hands gripped her stick with surprising confidence. She looked so small out there, but the look in her eyes? That was all Auston. You could see the fire, the determination—just like her dad. In that moment, you knew she was going to make her own mark, and maybe even take after her father in more ways than one.

Auston paced behind the girls on the bench, hands on his hips, barking out encouragement like he was coaching a Stanley Cup Final.

Mitch, sitting right next to you, burst into laughter, nudging William. "Oh my god, look at him," he snorted. "He’s gonna lose his mind before the game’s even over."

William grinned, shaking his head. "I’ve never seen him this hyped, and we’ve played playoff games with him."

The rest of the guys joined in, chuckling at Auston’s visible excitement. Your heart swelled with warmth. You knew how deeply Auston loved his team, so seeing them here—supporting him, even if they were absolutely going to tease him about this later—meant the world to him.

You laughed along with them, bouncing little Auston Jr. in your arms. "He’s ridiculous," you said, shaking your head. "But you all know you’re going to be just as bad in about two seconds." You shot them a teasing grin, but Mitch and William both shook their heads in disbelief, eyes wide with exaggerated innocence.

And sure enough, the game finally started.

"Alright, ladies! Keep your sticks down, eyes on the puck! Clara, get ready!" Auston called out.

Clara looked back at her dad, giving him a firm nod before turning her attention to the faceoff. You couldn’t help but smile—she was only five, yet she carried herself with the same intensity Auston did before a big game.

The puck dropped, and the game was on.

Clara skated forward, her tiny legs working overtime as she chased after the puck. The other girls scrambled in every direction, but somehow, she managed to gain control. She took a few unsteady strides before taking what could only be described as the most adorable shot attempt ever. It wasn’t the hardest shot, and it wobbled a bit, but it went straight into the tiny net.

The arena erupted into cheers.

Auston lost his mind.

"YES, CLARA! THAT’S MY GIRL!" he shouted, jumping up and down. He turned to the Leafs players in the stands, waving his arms wildly. "DID YOU SEE THAT?! GOAL SCORER GENES!"

And as you predicted, Mitch and Willy shot up from their seats, cheering like maniacs.

"Future first-liner!" Mitch called out, clapping his hands.

McMann grinned and joined in. "She’s got her dad’s shot. Go, Clara baby!"

You shook your head, laughing as Auston continued his excited antics on the bench. Clara, meanwhile, looked up at her dad, her little face beaming with pride beneath her helmet.

She skated back to the bench, nearly tripping in her excitement, and Auston scooped her up the second she reached him. He lifted her high in the air, twirling her around.

"You did it, baby girl! First goal of many!"

Clara giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. "Did you see, Daddy? I scored!"

"I saw!" he beamed, pressing a kiss to her helmet. "And I think that means ice cream after the game. What do you think?"

Clara gasped, her little eyes going wide. "With sprinkles?!"

"With all the sprinkles in the world," Auston promised, setting her back down on the ice. "Now go get another one, superstar."

She grinned and skated off, ready for her next shift.

Back in the stands, you turned to the guys beside you, only to find them still on their feet, cheering as if Clara had just won the Cup.

Mitch was cupping his hands around his mouth. "SIGN HER TO AN ELC RIGHT NOW!"

William was whistling, and Bobby nodded approvingly. "She’s a natural."

You smirked. "And here I thought Auston was the only one who’d lose his mind over this."

Mitch turned to you, completely serious. "Are you kidding? That was ELITE."

William grinned. "We should be scouting her already."

You just shook your head, laughing as they continued their proud-uncle act. Meanwhile, Auston stood at the bench, hands on his knees, grinning from ear to ear as he watched his daughter—eyes filled with pride—like she had just scored the game-winning goal in the Stanley Cup Final.

Little Auston Jr. stirred in your arms, and you glanced down at him, brushing a soft kiss against his tiny forehead. "Looks like you’ve got some big skates to fill, little guy."

The game continued, filled with more adorable chaos, but in that moment—watching your husband on the bench, your daughter on the ice, and your newborn son in your arms—you knew one thing for sure.

This was happiness. This was everything you had ever dreamed of—and more.

Note: ELC = Entry-Level Contract. An ELC is the standard contract given to rookie players entering the NHL, typically when they're signing their first contract after being drafted.

[daisyblog]

Adore You

Our Story Masterlist Summary: How Adore You was made.

Based on this request.

It was another day in the studio for Harry. Mitch, Kid, Tyler and Jeff joining him. Harry and YN were in a strange place since they had bumped into each other in a club in LA, they were texting, calling and FaceTime at any opportunity they could but neither of them had brought up the conversation of what they were. 

“So how’s things with you and YN, man?” Kid asked Harry, as the group were scattered around the studio in his house in LA. The question usually made Harry nervous, his stomach turning at the words. But this time, he felt giddy and his lips threatening to smile. 

With all eyes on him, Harry shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t entirely sure himself but it was looking good for them. They spoke every day, they weren’t putting pressure on themselves but just enjoying the simplicity of whatever was happening between them. 

“Ooo look at that smile….is that a blush?” Mitch began to tease, as he held his guitar in his hand, fingers playing with the strings. 

“Fuck off Mitch!” Harry laughed, still trying not to hide his coy smile. “It’s going good Kid.”.

“Should have seen them the other week in the club…whispering in the corner like a pair of teenagers!” Jeff continued to embarrass Harry, earning a playful eye roll. “I was just surprised they didn’t leave together!”. 

“I’m a respectful man Jeffrey”. Harry bit back, as he grabbed his leather notebook and pen from the black wooden table to the side of him. “Enough about my love life…we have an album to make!”. 

“The album so far is about YN!” Mitch called Harry out, beginning to fiddle with the strings on the instrument he held on his lap. “I bet you have another love song written in there.”.

“Mitch…kindly fuck off!” Harry laughed, the other men joining in, enjoying the banter they all shared. “But have you been snooping through my book?”.

“I just know you too well man!”. Mitch held his hands up in defence, a smug grin on his face. “What this one called? Take me back?”.

Harry’s face held a big grin. “Not quite…it’s called Adore You!”. He announced the new song he had been writing. 

The four men were intrigued to see what Harry had come up with, so far the songs written were hit and they knew this one would be too. “Adore You?”. Tyler questioned, wanting to know more. 

“Yeh…it’s like saying I love you but you’re not at that stage yet.”. Harry tried to explain the meaning behind the song. 

“Let’s hear it man!” Kid instructed, as he fiddled with a few buttons in front of him. 

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind

Every time Harry spoke to YN the words ‘I love you’ almost slipped out. He didn’t want to say them and YN feel she had to say them back, it’s not what he wanted. YN was always on Harry’s mind. Whatever he was doing or wherever he was, something always reminded him of her. 

Honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

He meant the words he sang. He would do absolutely anything for YN, anything! At the time he had written the lyrics, he didn’t consider how it sounded, but hearing himself sing the words he could hear how it was his way of asking YN to take him back. Let him adore her. Let him love her. 

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“Did ya have a good time in LA?” Niall asked YN as they sat in his living room, both huddled on his large grey sofa. 

YN smiled as she thought back to her little trip to LA, initially to see Louis and Freddie but still managed to bump into her favourite green eyed person. “I did…it was nice to see Lou and Freddie!”. 

Niall eyed her suspiciously. He’d seen that smile before and it was usually when she wasn’t telling the whole story. “You saw Harry didn’t you?”. 

“Of course I fookin’ did Ni…he’s everywhere I fookin’ go!”. YN answered honestly, crossing her leg over the other. “It’s like how can I forget about him when he’s there and looking so good”. 

“So are you back together? At least tell me you kissed?”. Niall begged. He was one of many that was rooting for them to get back together. 

“No but one more glass of wine and I think I would have.”. Niall’s loud laugh filled the room and a frustrated sigh. “He was a little tipsy too so it’s probably a good thing.”. 

“Did tipsy Harry confess his love? He was always a soppy drunk.”. He was eager to know any juicy details. 

“Not entirely, just kept saying how his Mum thinks I’m the best for him!”. YN’s heart was still full from the words Harry whispered in her ear that night at the club. 

“Aw Anne…what a woman!” Niall beamed. “I might have to call her, ask if she’ll help me play Cupid.”.

YN giggled. “You’ll be glad to know Harry’s coming over in a few days and he’s staying at the house.”. Niall raised his eyebrows suggestively. “And I’m going to tell him I want us to get back together!”. 

“FINALLY!”. Niall’s loud accent echoed through the room. 

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Like they had planned, Harry had flown over to London for a few days. They had enjoyed a snippet of their old lives. They woke up together, made breakfast together, walked Teddy, laughed at the silliest of things, even FaceTimed their families together. But with Harry flying back to America tomorrow YN was running out of time to confess her feelings. 

“I’ve uh..I’ve written a song and I’d like to play it for you.”. Harry’s voice surprised YN when he appeared with his guitar in hands. But she could sense he was nervous. 

YN was always Harry’s number one fan, so to hear something he had been working on was a privilege to her. “I’d love that!”. Her smile lit up her face. 

Walk in your rainbow paradise 

Strawberry lipstick state of mind 

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

Honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Harry didn’t look up once from his fingers strumming the guitar strings. But the minute he finished singing, his eyes found YN’s and was pleasantly surprised to see them shining proudly. 

“That’s such a beautiful song.” YN complimented. She always knew Harry was charming with his words, but when he put them into a song she fell in love even more.

“A beautiful song for a beautiful girl.”. The words effortlessly slipped from Harry’s mouth. Smooth! 

“Just one thing.” YN worked hard to keep her smile at bay. Harry waited patiently wondering what was wrong with the song. “What if I want to say I love you?”.

A cheesy grin formed on both their faces, both relieved that after all this time they both felt the same. “Then I want to hear you say it for the rest of my life.”.

“I love you.” YN brought her hand up to cup his cheek, flutters filled her stomach as she longed to feel his soft lips against hers.

“I love you.”. Harry mimicked her hand and placed his on her cheeks, pulling himself closer to push his lips against her. 

Their lips moved slowly to start, both getting to know one another again. But once the familiarity kicked in, so did their eagerness. Their lips moved messily against each other, both fighting for more. Their hands wandered, Harry’s down to her hips, pull them closer and YN’s found themselves in his curls. 

Pulling apart to catch their breaths, their foreheads stayed connected. “I adore you!”. 

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[couldawouldashoulda50]

So, I might not be the best at celebrating Valentine’s Day, but I’m all in for enjoying Dream Boyfriend days ❣️

… and after our conversation, I just couldn’t resist putting together this little blurb 💕 It might not be anything special, but it’s my love letter to you ❤️

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One Night, Not Enough I A William Nylander One-Shot

It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a single night.

That was the unspoken rule, the understanding you both had when you left the bar together, when his lips ghosted over your skin, when you tangled yourself in his sheets and let the night take you somewhere reckless and fleeting.

But fleeting wasn’t the word William would use now.

Because it had been days. Days since he last saw you, since he felt your warmth beside him, since your laughter had echoed in his ears. And it was driving him insane.

He had told himself it was just a good time, a great night—nothing more. But then, in the middle of a team meeting, he found himself staring blankly at the whiteboard, wondering what you were doing. During training, he nearly wiped out on the ice because his brain had decided to conjure up the way you had smirked at him right before you left his condo.

And then there was this giddy, borderline embarrassing thing happening to him.

Every time he even thought about seeing you again, his heart did this stupid little flip, and he caught himself smiling at nothing like some lovesick idiot.

Mitch had noticed, of course.

“You good, man?” his teammate had asked, squinting at him in the locker room. “You keep smiling at your phone like it just paid off your mortgage.”

William had scoffed, shoved his phone in his pocket, and muttered something about “none of your business.” But deep down, he knew—he wasn’t good.

Because he had never felt like this before.

And now, as he walking into the café where you had agreed to meet him, he felt ridiculous. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, and he was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing through his veins.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to be the one overthinking, the one fidgeting. But no, William fucking Nylander—NHL star, completely composed in high-pressure situations—was losing it over the idea of seeing you again.

When you finally walked through the door, he had to remind himself to breathe.

“Hey,” you greeted, slipping off your jacket as you approached the table.

“Hey,” he replied, and then—because he was, apparently, a mess—he let out a nervous little chuckle.

You raised a brow. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said way too quickly. “No. I mean, yeah. Just—uh—glad you came.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

You smiled, amused. “You sound surprised.”

William scratched the back of his neck. “I just… wasn’t sure you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He licked his lips, huffed out a breath. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. And I don’t know if that makes me sound like a complete idiot or just a little bit of an idiot—but either way, I wanted to see you again.”

Your eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a second, he thought he had completely ruined it. But then you leaned in slightly, resting your elbows on the table.

“Well,” you murmured, lips quirking. “If it makes you feel better… I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

And holy shit—he had to physically stop himself from grinning like a total fool.

“Okay,” he breathed, nodding as if he was trying to play it cool—which he absolutely was not. “That’s… that’s really good.”

You laughed softly. “You are really bad at hiding how much you like this, aren’t you?”

William groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s embarrassing, honestly.”

But you only smiled wider. “I think it’s cute.”

And just like that, he was done for.

What can I say Sophia. This is magical. Something so perfect for what we were discussing having reassigned Valentines Day to Dream Boyfriend Day. I could just imagine this whole scene - and it's William that's internally losing his mind with being so smitten. That's the dream. I love this so much - thank you for taking the time to grace my inbox with the images I have conjured with your words. Best inaugural Dream Boyfriend Day present I could ever hope for!

[vodkabodies]

Surprise?

Summary: A seemingly normal celebration trip where Harry learns that consuming alcohol isn’t the only thing that can get a girl puking.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Non-showbiz gf

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, pregnancy, and some fluff <3

A/N: My first published work here so please be gentle. Enjoy!

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Y/n didn’t know what prayer worked out of the multiple ones she consistently recited for this day to finally come into fruition. The day where Harry set aside work and exchanged his incredibly busy schedule with one where his only agenda was to unwind and bond with his family, friends, and ofcourse Y/n, his girlfriend of almost five years. Today was a couple of days before his birthday and a day before their anniversary, so it meant everything for Y/n that the love of her life gets to celebrate the way he deserves to, even for just the weekend.

They were currently staying at a resort in Big Sur, Harry’s mom and older sister, as well as a couple of their closest friends had cleared their own schedules to be able to celebrate with Harry. Y/n took pride in finding the perfect venue for this weekend getaway, and she was just as proud at the gifts she had bought for her man, a bundle of vintage vinyls she knew he’d absolutely love, and an electric guitar he’d been eyeing online for quite some time now. She intended to give him these gifts once they got back from their trip.

Anne and Gemma were picked up directly from the airport by Mitch and Sarah, with their child in a car seat who was asleep for most of the drive, while some of their other friends drove themselves to the resort. The couple on the other hand, ran a little later than intended as the night before, they did some ‘special adult activities’ that they were aware they could not do on the group trip, to keep it as wholesome as possible. Y/n woke up, bundled in sheets, beside Harry who was still deep in slumber while the clock on his bedside table read 7:15. The drive from their shared home in L.A. to Big Sur would take at least 5 hours, but traffic would surely be expected so they planned beforehand to leave as early as possible so they could arrive at the venue by noon. Thankfully, they finished packing and loading their things in the car early the day before so all they had to do was quickly get ready and make sure they didn’t forget anything.

“You made sure the oven isn’t on?” Y/n asked loudly as she bolted out the front door, “Baby, we didn’t even cook anything yesterday, the oven is off… And so are the lights in every room. We’re good to go.” Harry explains as he gets in the driver’s seat. “I’m so excited! The weather’s so nice!” Y/n exclaimed and to that Harry smiled, while pulling out their driveway. The drive went smoothly, at the three hour mark they realized that they were definitely not gonna make it on time, so Y/n  sent a text in the group chat that the group, who all surprisingly showed up on time, should eat lunch without them and that they’d just pick up some drive-thru on the way.

The clock read almost 2 p.m. when they arrived and everyone thought it was funny how it seemed like the couple planned their grand entrance by being tardy like the duo they were known to be. Always so fashionably late. Catching up was necessary and so that was what they mostly did throughout the rest of the day, besides watching a couple of movies and cooking dinner. It unexpectedly rained around dinner time so their plans of starting a bonfire that night were postponed until tomorrow evening. Everyone went to their designated rooms after they all agreed to wake up extra early for a hike, Anne and Gemma deciding not to join as their jet lag got the best of them and so they could look after the burnt out parents' baby.

After their group hike in the morning and a very filling lunch when they got back, everyone spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until the water got too cold and the sun was setting. "Thank you for convincing me, Y/n. I really needed this." Harry said as they walked back to their room to freshen up before dinner. "You're welcome, baby. You always work so hard, I'm so happy you actually agreed. I'm sure the others needed this just as much as we do." After taking a quick shower and changing to more comfortable lounge clothes, everyone headed to the dining table where comfort food was served.

“You have one year before you turn three decades old, darling.” Anne jokes and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle as they sit beside each other at the table. Harry handed Y/n the bowl of rice before replying to his mum, "Making me sound so old!" and Anne returned the same laugh. "Well, you're not necessarily a baby anymore… Might as well have a baby of your own!" Harry didn't reply but smiled at the idea. His career was doing incredibly well, he's well received by the public, he has amazing family and friends who have supported him throughout the years, and a girlfriend he never thought he'd deserve. Life was good, and a family of his own one day sounded like heaven to his ears.

Dinner went by fast as everyone devoured their meals, hungry from the activities they did all morning and afternoon. Noticing that the sky was clear tonight, they decided to finally start the bonfire and set up some chairs around it. S'mores were made and beer bottles were opened as stories were shared by everyone. Sarah accompanied their baby to their room as it was approaching bedtime. Mitch picked up the guitar he had brought with them and everybody cheered when music started echoing the open area.

Although it was a simple get together, Harry was having the time of his life… Singing, drinking, laughing until he almost fell off the foldable chair, all while being wrapped in his lover's embrace and surrounded by nature. "I can't wait to show you my gifts when we get home." Y/n whispered in his ear. "Why wait at home when you can show it to me tonight?" he playfully replied, making her erupt in giggles. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have more to give but they're at home." She says as she kisses his cheek.

Y/n was singing along until she felt something boiling at the pit of her stomach. She quickly excused herself from the circle to go to the bathroom. Could it have been something they ate? Everything served was fresh and no one seemed to have an upset stomach aside from her at that moment. Immediately heading for the bathroom door, the knob appeared to be locked from the inside. "One second!" Gemma exclaims as she turns off the sink. Once she opened the door, Y/n rushed to the toilet and puked most of dinner out. "Y/n, are you alright?" Gemma asks in worry as she rushes towards Y/n's side. She took a minute to answer as she vomited one more time, "Uh… I'm fine. Just an upset stomach, maybe." Right as she finishes her sentence, another round of puking erupted from her as Gemma held her hair up and rubbed her back soothingly. "How many have you drank so far?" She hasn't had anything to drink tonight… Come to think of it, the past few weeks she had refrained from drinking overall. No particular reason, she thought. But truly, a part of her brain was telling her she shouldn't.

"I haven't been drinking at all lately." At this, she stood up and headed over to the sink. "I've been feeling nauseous lately, but never to the point of puking. I don't know if it's something I ate today… I don't know." She adds as she rinses her mouth with water, lightheaded from the endless vomiting. Cog wheels started turning in Gemma's head as clueless Y/n explained her current situation. "Y/n I don't want to alarm you, but do you think maybe there's a chance… you might be pregnant?" She asked, trying her very best to not worry her, in case the girl didn't want to hear that right now.

It took her a minute to process what Harry's sister had said. Could she really be pregnant? If she was, that could explain everything she'd been feeling lately. Even as hectic as Harry's schedule was, they did still have some time to themselves and ‘bond’. Not as often as they would've liked but they take advantage of any time they could have together. The past couple of weeks though, Y/n had found herself becoming clingier than usual, craving his presence a little more than she already did. And she started losing a bit of appetite for food she'd normally be able to inhale when she craved it. Feelings she thought were seemingly normal, turned out to be symptoms all along. No wonder the mere smell of alcohol made her stomach turn!

She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple more seconds, then turned to look at Gemma with concern on her face, patiently waiting for Y/n to say something. "It's not impossible… I might be." Y/n finally spoke. She was genuinely shocked. Really shocked because they haven't really planned on having children any time soon. Should she tell Harry now? Or should she take a test first just in case? "Do you want me to grab a pregnancy test for you?" They were walking out of the bathroom now. "It's alright, I'll take a test the moment we get home tomorrow. I don't think I should tell Harry yet." Y/n whispers as they head back to where everybody was, following the sounds of loud singing and beautiful guitar playing. Before they could exit the door, Gemma grabbed Y/n's hands. "If you really are pregnant, I just wanna say that I'm happy Harry gets to start a family with you. I'll try to hide it from mum for now but I can already tell she'll be ecstatic!" This meant everything for Y/n. His family loved her like their own and she values them so much. After hugging, they finally arrived back at the bonfire. Fortunately, some of them were too tipsy, Harry included, to notice their absence. "Hey, baby!" Harry reached for Y/n's hand and motioned for her to sit beside him. She obliged and quickly engulfed in Harry's warm embrace. 

After another hour and a half, with Sarah joining them again once the baby fell asleep, they were bringing their chairs back inside and headed to their rooms to end the night. Harry and Y/n were laughing as Harry stumbled into their shared room after losing his balance when she opened the door. "Oi! Laughing a little too loud at a poor man falling instead of helping him up?" she giggles uncontrollably while reaching her hand out to help him.

Harry was about to kiss her after he closed the door but Y/n immediately felt the same wave in her stomach as she did earlier and bolted to the bathroom. Harry rushed behind her as he watched his girlfriend puke her guts out, head hanging above the toilet. "Are you okay, love? Had too much to drink?" he asked as he knelt down beside her. For a second she stared at the bathroom floor, not knowing if any second she'll puke again before she can get any words out. After a minute of silence she finally spoke, "Harry, I didn't drink at all tonight." She didn't want to tell him just yet, she wasn't entirely sure after all. But the way she looked at him almost begged him to read between the lines and understand the point she was trying to make. It took him a moment, still in his half drunk state. She looked into his eyes then down at her stomach, which wasn't showing, but she hoped he got the message.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in confusion, searching for answers in her eyes which were now welling up with tears. All she could do was nod as he pulled her in his arms. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But when I left to use the bathroom earlier, I ran to puke and Gemma helped me. She was the one who asked if I was possibly pregnant. I wasn't really thinking about it at all." Harry pulled away before he could reply. "We're having a baby?" he asked, more enthusiastic now. "Maybe…" she replied after rinsing her mouth. Without wasting another moment, Harry closed the gap between him and his lover as he kissed her prior worries away. She didn't want to ruin the trip by announcing this to her partner out of the blue, but it was never bad news to begin with. Once they pulled apart from each other's hungry lips, Y/n had one thing to say, "Surprise?" They both immediately laughed and hugged at her words.

They went outside again, that very same night. While the rest were fast asleep, they walked hand-in-hand talking about clearing both their schedules to book and attend an appointment for a check-up. Harry didn't think this getaway would get any better, but it just did. "Baby, I almost forgot!" Y/n alarmingly exclaimed as she looked at the time on her wrist watch. "What?!" Harry asked with concern, but she smiled at him before he could panic. "Happy Anniversary, H." she spoke, resting her hand on his cheek, pulling him into a quick peck on the lips. "Happy Anniversary, angel. I love you so much."

When they finally got home the next day, Y/n gave Harry the gifts she had bought, he adored every single one of them. And while she napped after unpacking their luggage, Harry spent the rest of the afternoon scavenging for the perfect engagement ring online.

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You Can Start a Family (Chapter 7)

Summary:

Reader joins Mitch and Sarah for Love on Tour! First stop, Slane.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six

TW for this chapter: Smut

AN: My original plan for this chapter was to cover the entire time reader joins them for Love on Tour (aka Slane, Wembley, Cardiff, Belguim) but I once again got carried away. It's the longest chapter yet but only covers Ireland haha

Hope you enjoy!

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Mitch and Sarah love touring, but it doesn’t mean they don’t miss you. They have what they consider the best job in the world, but they’re still counting down the days until they see you again.

They love getting to do video calls, taking you on walks through the countries they’re in. They get excited each time you send an audio message because you want to tell them more information than you have the patience to text.

On more than one occasion, they’ve called or FaceTimed after a show, both too wound up to sleep right away. In the past they would just burn off that extra energy together in bed, but now they want you to be involved as well. Because of the time difference you’re normally just finishing dinner when this happens, and you’ve learned to keep your phone well charged even at the end of the day for situations like this. You love watching them together, listening to them tell you what to do with your hands, what they would do to you if you were all together. You wish you could be with them, pleasing them, but you admit this is better than nothing.

On a more innocent note, Mitch and Sarah absolutely love the adorable videos of you and Ryan that Tammy sends. There are videos of you both running around the yard, swimming in the pool, and tending to the garden. Their favorite is sent to them one evening shortly before a show. It’s of you and Ryan listening to Satellite and dancing. You’re both spinning around and then you begin to do the Satellite Stomps as dramatically as possible, sending Ryan into a fit of belly laughs so contagious that you fall over laughing as well.

Sarah’s the first to see the video and walks over to share it with Mitch. She hands him the phone and they watch together multiple times, huge smiles on both of their faces.

“That’s your new friend Y/N, right?” Harry asks. They both quickly turn, surprised to see they aren’t alone in their corner of the band dressing room.  

“Yea, that’s her,” Sarah answers, handing over the phone to Harry who presses play on the video. He also breaks into a huge grin. He always loves to see people of all ages enjoying his music, and it’s easy to tell that you and Ryan are having an absolute blast listening to it.

“She’s cute,” he says. Mitch and Sarah both softly agree, eyes back on the video of you. Harry watches them, curious about their reactions. There’s a certain look on their faces, one that takes him a minute to place but when he does, he’s more confused. It was a look of love and adoration that Mitch and Sarah always reserved for one another.

Before he can ask about that he’s pulled away to finish getting ready for the show.

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After nearly 5 weeks apart, it’s finally time for you to take your first international flight to join them on tour.

You’re finishing up at work, ready to stop home, grab your bags, and head to the airport. As you leave, you thank Ryan’s mom again for agreeing to take care of your cats while you’re gone.

Meanwhile Mitch and Sarah are equal parts excited and nervous for the following day. They cannot wait to reunite with you, but it’s also Mitch’s first solo show and that comes with a lot of nerves. Sure, they’ve been touring forever, but this is different. It’s Mitch’s own music, his vibe very different from Harry’s, and he’s not sure what the fans will think. Not to mention it’s one of the largest crowds they’ve ever played for.

Once you get to your gate at the airport you call them, knowing that it’s around the time they’ll be getting into bed. One thing you’re excited about is being in the same time zone, tired of doing mental math every time you want to talk to them.

“Hi love!” Sarah says as she picks up. “Are you at the airport?”

“Yup! Just got to my gate. Wanted to check in before it got too late over there.”

“Well, you caught us at the perfect time then,” she replies. “I was just reading a little in bed, waiting for Mitch to join me.”

“How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s a bit nervous about tomorrow, I think he’s excited though. Harry’s been teaching him a lot of tricks to help with the nerves, so I think that has him feeling more confident.”

“That’s good! Do you think I’ll see you guys before he goes on?”

“You should. Mitch and I have to head over to the venue pretty early but everyone else isn't leaving until later in the day. You’ll be given all the details when you get to the hotel tomorrow, but I think the plan is for you to ride over with Elin and Ariza.”

“Oh, cool! I’m so excited! This is going to be amazing, and I cannot wait to see you both.”

“We can’t wait either. Oh, here’s Mitch, I’ll let you two talk a bit.”

There’s a pause on the other line before you hear Mitch’s soft voice. “Hey, babe,” he says.

“Hi, how are you feeling?”

“Good. I mean, nervous, but in a good way I think. It’s like, adrenaline maybe? Honestly, I’m just trying to focus on the fact that we’ll get to see you in a few hours.”

You melt a little at his words, and you can’t help but smile knowing that you’re going to see them so soon. It’s been hard going so long without them, and comments like this let you know you’re not the only one who’s been struggling with the separation.

You talk to Mitch and Sarah for a little longer, sharing stories to relax them so they can fall asleep and be ready for the following day. Once you hear that they’ve switched to their sleepy voices you wish them goodnight and hang up.

You’re too excited to read your book so you take a walk through the terminal while waiting to board. You’re unfortunately no less riled up on the plane, trying to sleep but managing only an hour or two.

Next thing you know, you’re landing in Ireland, finally in a country other than the United States for the first time in your life. You’re tired, and a tad anxious about all the unknown around you, but still thrumming with energy knowing that you’ll see Mitch and Sarah in just a couple hours.

You find the car that will take you to the hotel and the 30-minute drive passes quickly as you watch the scenery out the window. You arrive at the hotel, check in, and a minute later a young woman walks up to you asking, “Are you Y/N?”

“Yes, I am,” you reply.

“Perfect, you’re right on time! I’m Becca, one of the assistants for the tour.” You shake her hand, and she continues, “I have you leaving in 1 hour with Elin, Ariza, and Pauli to head over to the venue. Will you be ready then? If not, I could place you in a van leaving a bit later.”

“I will absolutely be ready in 1 hour,” you say with a smile. Sure, you’re tired and grimy from flying, but you don’t want to delay your reunion another minute.

“Wonderful, we’ll be meeting in the lounge on the 3rd floor.”

“Thank you so much!”

You head up to your room to shower and get ready. You’re glad your outfit hadn’t wrinkled in your bag, so that’s one less thing to worry about. You get dressed, put on your makeup, and style your hair. There are only a few minutes before you need to meet up with everyone, so you grab your bag and head over.

The past day has already been such a whirlwind, and it isn’t until you’re outside the door to the lounge that you remember how many new people you’ll be meeting that day. Not just new people, but musicians you’ve been admiring for months, some for years.

The nerves hit you as soon as you walk into the room and see Elin, Ariza, and Pauli sitting on the couches. They immediately look at you as you walk in, and you feel like the outsider walking into a Saloon in an Old Western movie.

The feeling only lasts for a second before all three of them break out into smiles and get up to introduce themselves. They’re all absolutely lovely and the drive over to Slane Castle is filled with wonderful conversation. You let Pauli know how much you love their new song Saucy, that you’d listened to it at least a dozen times since it was released the previous day.

In no time at all the van is pulling into the venue. You’re amazed at the size of it, at the beauty of the castle. For a moment you think of your grandfather, whose family had come from Ireland, and suddenly feel a moment of connection to him. You know he would’ve absolutely loved to see this place, even been excited just to know you were able to go there.

You’re broken from your reverie by the others getting out of the van, and you follow them to backstage area that’s been set up. Thoughts of your family are chased out by one single thought: Mitch and Sarah are here.

You try to be patient. After all you don’t actually know where they are or where to go, but it’s taking everything in you not to start running through the halls to find them. You continue to follow the other band members, assuming they’re heading to the band dressing room, and you’ll find Mitch and Sarah there, but you get stopped by another member of the crew.

There’s a moment where you’re scared that he’s going to question who you are and if you’re allowed there, but he just says, “You’re Mitch and Sarah’s friend? They have a Y/N on their list set to arrive at this time. Is that you?”

“Yes, I’m Y/N,” you say, amazed by the level of professionalism and coordination that goes into the tour.

“I’ll show you to their dressing room.”

You smile and nod, following him further down the hallway.

“They’re finishing soundcheck, but you can wait in there for them.”

“Great, thank you so much!” As soon as you finish your sentence he’s gone, onto his next task of this incredibly busy day.

It’s chillier than you expected it to be, and you look over to see Mitch’s bag in the corner. There are a couple sweatshirts inside, and you grab one to put on, hoping he won’t mind.

You sit on the couch that’s in the room, resting your eyes while waiting for them. It’s only a bit longer before you hear the door opening. You don’t even have time to get up before you have a lap full of Sarah. Her limbs wrap around you and your arms go around her waist, holding her as close as possible. She tucks her face into your neck, and you feel Mitch sit on the couch next to you both. He leans in, pressing kisses to the side of your head.

You look up at him with a smile before he checks the door is closed and firmly slots his lips against yours. It’s passionate, but quick. As soon as you break apart, Sarah pulls you in for a similar kiss of her own.

You blink at both of them, partially dazed by the intensity of the greeting you received, partially unable to believe that you’re really here with them. It’s been 5 weeks since you’ve seen them, and tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming relief of being held by them.

“You’re here,” Sarah whispers as though she can’t believe it.

“I’m here,” you reply just as quietly. She moves off of your lap and Mitch pulls you onto his. You’re sitting sideways so your legs lay over Sarah’s, and Mitch’s arms hold you tight. You hold Sarah’s hand in yours, and just sit quietly.

No one knows how long you all sit in silence, simply enjoying being together again, but you’re interrupted by Mitch’s phone ringing. He’s only on the call a moment before hanging up with a polite “thank you”.

“There’s food set out for lunch,” he informs you both.

You and Sarah nod to acknowledge this but make no move to get up until your stomach starts to growl.

“Let’s get you something to eat,” Mitch says, and you finally force yourself off of his lap. They walk over to the door, and you take a deep breath before following.

“Are you alright, love?” Sarah asks.

“Yea, just nervous about meeting everyone else.”

“Well, you’ve got us, and you’ve already met half the band. How were they this morning?”

“Very welcoming. Pauli ended up in our van too, so we talked a lot about their new music.”

“See? Nothing to be nervous about.” She places her hand lightly on your back knowing that the touch along with her words would help ease your anxiety. You’re still slightly overwhelmed walking into the room where lunch was set up but find quickly that there’s no need to be worried.

You meet the rest of the band and enjoy some delicious food. After a little while Mitch gets up saying that he needs to start getting ready. Sarah stands as well, and you look at them, unsure if you’re supposed to follow. Mitch tilts his head slightly and you understand that he wants you to go with them.  

It’s while you’re walking back to the dressing room that you meet Harry Styles in person for the first time. You’re grateful for the few times you’ve spoken on the phone or FaceTime because you’re able to keep calm and not fangirl at all. He walks with you all back to the room, wanting to talk with Mitch before his first solo set.

While the boys are talking, you sit with Sarah and watch her do her hair and makeup. She asks about your flight and what you think of the Irish scenery so far; all the small talk you avoided before lunch.

After a couple minutes Harry stands, saying, “Alright well I’ll let you guys finish getting ready. Y/N, would you like me to help you find someone to show you where to watch from?”

Before you can answer Mitch replies, “Actually Pete’s supposed to come back in a little bit to show her.”

“Oh, okay. Sounds good then. Y/N it was lovely officially meeting you. I hope you enjoy the show.”

You smile and wave as he walks away, all of you unaware of how closely he was observing your trio. Harry knew Mitch likes his time away from everyone, and assumed he would want no one other than Sarah before getting on stage, but here he is insisting this new friend stays. Harry also noticed how comfortable you and Sarah were while she was getting ready, small touches shared between you. He figures it could just be friendly, you helping her make sure her hair is exactly in place, but for some reason it seemed more intimate than that. Add on the fact that you’re definitely wearing one of Mitch’s sweatshirts and Harry finds himself once again curious about your relationship with the couple.

After Harry’s gone, they quickly finish with their prep and get dressed. There are a few minutes left before they need to get their in-ears and head to the stage.

You watch as Mitch crosses to the door, locking it. He first walks over to Sarah, pulling her in for a deep, searing kiss. It’s short, but passionate. He turns to you and does the same. It’s a kiss with so much emotion that it fills your whole body with warmth.

As he goes to pull away you quietly tell him how wonderful he’s going to do, how proud you are of him. He tucks his face into your neck, seeing comfort from your words and touch. He starts nodding and you know that he’s listening, absorbing what you’re saying and gaining a burst of confidence.

He steps back and then there are once again lips against yours. This time they’re Sarah’s and they press gently against yours in a series of soft, chaste kisses. You give her a similar pep talk and then she pulls away.

Everyone takes a collective deep breath and Mitch unlocks the door. You make sure your hair is okay and you and Sarah check each other’s lipstick.

A minute later there’s a knock on the door, and the same guy from before, that you’ve now learned is Pete, stands on the other side. You give Mitch and Sarah each a quick friendly hug and follow him out to join the audience.

Once you walk outside, you’re met with an insane sight that takes your breath away. A sea of thousands of people full of excited energy. You’ve already been given a Johnny’s Place wristband and will mix in with the crowd there when Harry goes on, but you’re led to a spot close to the stage for Mitch’s set. You also have a special badge that will allow you backstage again throughout the day.

You’re looking around at the crowd when you start to hear loud cheering. You quickly turn back to the stage to see them walking out. Mitch’s face isn’t giving away much of what he’s feeling, but you know him well enough to see a slight bit of nerves. He grabs the first guitar he needs and scans the crowd. In no time at all his eyes meet yours, and you smile. His lips twitch ever so slightly and while he doesn’t smile back you see him visibly relax.

You love every second of watching him and Sarah. They do an amazing job and Mitch’s voice feels like home to you. The second he walks off stage you start to move.  Earlier in the day they had asked you to meet them back in their dressing room after the set, and that is exactly where you are headed.

The door is open, so you walk in to wait for them. It’s a few minutes later when they swiftly enter the room. Sarah closes and locks the door as Mitch runs over to you, picking you up and spinning you around before placing you back in front of him and crushing his lips to yours. You gasp and feel his tongue pressing against yours.

The kiss is over as quickly as it began, knowing you all will only have a minute or two of privacy before people come looking to congratulate Mitch.

You press your forehead against his, whispering, “You did amazing. I am so, so proud of you.” A huge smiles spreads across his face, and Sarah comes over to wrap an arm around each of you for a moment. You both turn to kiss her, then take another minute to bask in this wonderful moment together before breaking apart and opening the door.

It doesn’t take long for others to start filing in and out. You hang in the back, proudly watching as Mitch receives all the well-deserved praise.

After a while it quiets down, people heading back outside to watch the other opening acts. You peek out and watch a little bit of Annie Mac and Inhaler, but mostly want to stay close to Mitch and Sarah as much as you can.

Pete comes back partway through Wet Leg’s set to escort you to your spot for the show. You mix into the Jonny’s Place crowd and find a spot towards the side about halfway back. It may not be front and center, but you can tell you’ll be able to see Mitch and Sarah fairly well, plus you’re right next to the catwalk you know Sarah will walk down for Matilda.

You enjoy the rest of Wet Leg’s performance and spend the break watching the fans around you, feeling every bit as excited as them, until finally you’re all singing the end of Bohemian Rhapsody. The crowd is buzzing with energy and the cheering increases as the band takes the stage and the intro starts.

You’ve already made eye contact with both Mitch and Sarah, and you have a good feeling people are going to share the clip of the slight smile Mitch gives when he sees you.

Harry makes his entrance and you’re screaming with everyone else, before singing along to Daydreaming. After the first few songs Harry takes a moment to shout out the openers and you cheer especially loudly for Mitch.

You continue to enjoy the show, watching Mitch with laser focus during She, continually amazed by his skill and talent. As soon as the song ends you expect to see Sarah walk to join Harry, Madi, and Elin at the B stage but then Harry says, “We haven’t played this one in a little while so bear with me,” and you, along with everyone else, start to freak out about what song they’re going to do.

The first notes to Little Freak start to play and everyone screams before starting to sing too early, and you laugh remembering the same thing happened at the show you attended months ago. While everyone has turned around to watch Harry, you keep your eyes on the main stage, loving the calmness Mitch and Sarah exude as they play this slower, more gentle song.

After it’s over Sarah walks past, glancing at you quickly with a smirk. Mitch starts the into to Matilda and you take in the moment around you. The setting sun makes for a beautiful background, and you can’t help but be enamored by Sarah. Her gentle sway, her hands clasped behind her back, and her voice coming through as a perfect harmony to the others.

You’ve listened to this song plenty of times before, even heard it live, but it’s hitting differently now. The words “you can start a family” bring tears to your eyes as you realize that’s what you’ve done in the past months with Mitch and Sarah. They’ve accepted you fully into their relationship, and you’ve joined their family.

By the end of the song, you’re smiling and crying. Sarah gives you a genuinely warm smile as she walks back to the main stage, and you know that she understands just what you’re feeling at that moment.

It takes a minute for you to compose yourself but once Harry gets to the Satellite Stomps you’ve wiped away your tears and are focused back on Sarah; you can watch the stomps at another show.

You continue to have the time of your life, singing and dancing along to the music. Hearing Fine Line live is as magical as you thought it would be and you feel like you could continue to live in that moment forever. Harry gives a wonderful performance, and the instrumental at the end is perfection.

They take their short break before coming back and doing the last 4 songs of the night. You scream as you hear Sarah hit the drumsticks and Mitch starts the iconic intro to Medicine. Once Kiwi begins you start looking everywhere at once, trying to watch every extremely talented member of this band during the final song of the night.

The next thing you know Harry’s doing his signature whale move and the show comes to an end. You quickly make your way through the crowd, showing your badge to get backstage again. After following voices, you turn a corner and see the band walking in front of you towards the dressing rooms.

“You guys better meet us back here to hang out while we wait!” Pauli shouts as Mitch and Sarah break off to the other room. You slide in the room behind the couple and close the door before pulling them in for a group hug.

“That was amazing! Thank you so much for bringing me here!”  

“We’re so happy that you’re here with us, baby,” Mitch says, squeezing tighter as Sarah nods her head that’s resting on your neck.

After a minute you all break apart and they change out of their concert outfits.

“C’mon, we’d better join the others,” Sarah says and the three of you make your way back down the hall to where the rest of the band is hanging out.

“Welcome!” Ariza shouts. “Congrats everyone on another epic show! Sarah, Mitch, Y/N, drinks are over there. We’ve got some time to kill so might as well keep the party going!”

You all grab a drink and the next thing you know, you’re in the middle of a post-concert party with the love band. It’s nothing crazy, and you enjoy the opportunity to sit and chat with Madi, the newest band member. You learn she was also born in Connecticut but had moved to Pennsylvania very early and grew up there. You’re familiar with the area she was raised in, having visited there with your family on multiple occasions as a child and you two talk about places that you’ve both been.

After a little while Pauli and Yaffra join your group, and you find yourself listening to their conversation while not adding much. Suddenly the fatigue starts to hit, and you realize that aside from the short nap you had on the plane, you’d been up for nearly 36 hours straight. Your eyelids start to grow heavy as you lean against the arm of the couch. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open and look over to Sarah. She immediately notices how sleepy you are and comes over to sit next to you on the arm and rests a hand lightly on your shoulder.

She leans down and quietly says, “Shouldn’t be much longer and we’ll be heading out, okay love?” You nod, and she starts to run her fingers through your hair, which does nothing to help you stay awake but is incredibly comforting. You’re grateful that Sarah is known to be a rather affectionate person, and you relax into the touch knowing that no one is going to question how close you two are.

You’ve nearly fallen asleep with your head resting against her side when a crew member comes in to bring everyone to the vans. The crowds of fans have finally cleared the roads and almost all of the buses have left.

Once you get to the van you climb into the backseat followed by Sarah then Mitch. Elin and Ariza sit in the middle row, and you all start your journey.

The drive back to the hotel isn’t very long, but at this point you’re absolutely exhausted and it’s only a minute before you’re asleep with your head on Sarah’s shoulder. She wakes you when you arrive at the hotel and keeps a firm arm around your waist all the way back to your room, seeing that you’re barely awake.

You hand her your key, too tired to get it to work, and she walks into your room with you while Mitch goes next door. Luckily you have adjoining rooms, and he opens the connecting door on their side while Sarah does the same on your side, so they can sneak you into their room with no one seeing.

Sarah helps you get changed, brush your teeth, and remove your make up before leading you to their bed where Mitch is already laying down. You curl up to him and pass out immediately.

You wake up the next morning with a person on either side of you. It’s familiar but also foreign after sleeping alone for over a month. You tuck yourself further into the neck of the person you’re facing, and the feeling of scruff against your cheek informs you that it’s Mitch.

Sarah presses closer to you from behind and you feel her start to kiss your throat as Mitch’s hands travel up and down your body. You may have been too tired for anything the previous night, but now you feel well rested, completely alert, and you don’t want to waste another minute before finally reconnecting.

You lift your head up and without even opening your eyes you start to kiss Mitch’s neck, moving up to blindly search for his lips. Once you hit your target you let out a sigh at the feeling of sharing this intimate kiss with him.

It starts slow and lazy, tongues casually sliding against each other. After a couple of minutes, you break apart and you turn to Sarah. You throw a leg between hers and lay on top of her. She pulls you in and you’re lost in making out with her, grinding down to bring pleasure to both of you.

She starts lifting your shirt off and the three of you remove your pajamas, glad you all slept in the bare minimum of clothes the night before. You climb back on top of her before trailing kisses down her body. Once you reach her center you swipe your tongue across the intimate area, and the sounds you pull from her is music to your ears.

As you add a finger to the mix, you feel Mitch stand at the end of the bed. He pulls up your hips so he can line up himself behind you. His hard length slides through your folds and your eyes roll back in your head at that contact alone.

“Are you sure you want to go bare?” Mitch asks, referring to a conversation you all had had over the phone a few weeks ago. Right after they left for tour you had a doctor’s appointment and went on birth control and were excited to finally feel Mitch without a barrier.

“Yes, yes, please, I want to feel you,” you reply. Mitch doesn’t hesitate another moment and slides into you in one slow thrust. When you feel him bottom out, you’re overwhelmed and pull back from Sarah for a moment. You rest your head against her thigh and take a few deep breaths. She gently pets your hair as Mitch runs his hands along your back. The combination of sensual and sweet at the same time nearly short circuits your brain.

After a moment you regain your composure and bring your mouth back to Sarah’s core and start moving your fingers again. The room is filled with the sounds of everyone’s pleasure, and it feels so right that the three of you are finally able to reconnect in this way and bring everyone to this state of pure bliss.

You know when Sarah is getting close and focus on helping her cross that finish line. You slide your free hand along her torso, hoping to ease her down after her intense high.

You’re so focused on Sarah it takes a moment to realize that Mitch has stopped moving. He pulls out and you whine at the loss.

“I just want to see you,” Mitch says as he gently manhandles you onto your back then slides inside you again. It only takes another minute before you feel the familiar pressure building, and you come, your nails scratching along Mitch’s back at the overwhelming pleasure.

After another few sloppy thrusts, Mitch is finishing inside of you and you think that you could black out at the feeling of him coming without a condom. You pull him in for a sloppy kiss as you both come down. He stays inside of you for a few minutes, having figured out early on that the continued connection after sex is something you crave.

Finally he pulls out and as always, gets up to grab cloths to clean everyone. Before he can get back Sarah is on top of you, sliding one leg in between yours. She leans down to kiss you, and after a minute you feel her start to grind against your leg. You shift until her leg is against your core as well, and the two of you work up a rhythm.

Mitch watches as you both come again at the same time, your open mouth kisses turning into practically panting into each other’s mouth.

After you’ve both caught your breath, Mitch helps you both clean up. You whine as the cloth touches your now hypersensitive core and you hear him murmur apologies.

Once you and Sarah are clean Mitch lays down next to you both, wrapping his arms around you and pressing light kisses to your heads.

You almost fall back asleep when Mitch asks, “What do you think about being a typical tourist in Ireland for the afternoon?” Your eyes light up and you nod vigorously.

“I think that sounds perfect!”

The three of you get up and move into the shower together. You all eat room service while getting ready and shortly before you plan to leave there’s a knock on the door.

Mitch goes over to answer and a minute later walks back in with Harry following behind.

“Good morning girls,” Harry says.

“Hey Harry!” you reply.

“What are you guys up to today?” he asks.

“We’re gonna head into Dublin for a few hours. Y/N’s never been so we want to walk around and explore a bit,” Sarah answers.

“That sounds fun!” he answers, looking between the three of you.

“You’re welcome to join us if you’d like,” Mitch adds. He’s known Harry long enough to tell that he was hoping for an invitation, though he’s not entirely sure why. It’s rare that Harry chooses to head into big cities when he’s touring, knowing the high likelihood of being stopped by fans.

“I mean, if you all don’t mind, I’d love too,” he replies.

You all head out and enjoy a wonderful afternoon sightseeing. Harry does get stopped a handful of times, but the fans are all lovely and polite. The last activity of the day is the Guinness Storehouse for a tour and dinner; after all the plan was to be a typical tourist in Dublin.

Harry sits next to you on the ride home and spends the trip asking you questions about yourself. You enjoy the conversation, but there’s a voice in the back of your mind that cannot believe this is reality, that you're just casually talking to Harry Styles.  

At the hotel Harry follows your trio up to your rooms, which you find curious since you know his room is on another floor. You all stand awkwardly in the hallway for a moment before Harry say, “Well, guess I should be heading back. It was lovely getting to know you more today, Y/N.” He leans in to give you a hug, which you don’t expect and you lift your arms somewhat ungracefully in return.

“Good-night everyone, see you all bright and early tomorrow,” he says as he waves and walks away.

You walk into your room while Mitch and Sarah walk into theirs. You immediately get changed into pajamas and do your bedtime routine. You walk back into the other room and sit on the bed, turning on the TV to wait while the others finish getting ready.

Mitch is the first to join you and the first words out of his mouth shock you. “I think Harry has a crush on you.”

While seconds ago you were verging on sleep, you’re suddenly wide awake. “What?” you ask, sitting up to stare at him, eyes practically bugging out of your head at what you view as an absurd statement. “Why in the world would you think that?”

“I’ve known Harry for years, I’ve seen how he is. He was definitely watching you today.”

“Okay, so say you’re right. What do I do if he tries to like, act on that crush? How do I turn him down without telling him about the three of us?”

At this point Sarah has joined the two of you on the bed and says, “What do you guys think about just telling him the truth?”

You turn to Mitch to get his response before sharing your own. “Well,” he starts. “I trust Harry. He’s my best friend. Honestly, I kind of want to tell him the truth soon no matter what. It feels weird keeping something this big from him.”

You nod as you listen to him, and pause for a moment before answering, “You know him best. If you trust him then I have no reason not to. I’m fine with him learning about us.”

Mitch grabs your hand and you both turn to Sarah who says, “I think we should tell him. Hopefully there’ll be a time this week we can all get together again and explain the story.”

Everyone feels a sense of happiness at the thought of finally letting someone in on the secret. The three of you have a wonderful relationship, but there’s something about someone on the outside knowing that makes it feel more real somehow.

You all cuddle under the covers, Mitch and Sarah wrapping their arms around you. It’s your favorite place to be, and you quickly fall asleep.

It’s an early morning the next day in order to get to the airport for the quick flight to London. You sit in the window seat with Sarah and Mitch next to you, and despite how early in the day it is you find yourself filled with excited energy. It’s only been a couple days since your trip away from home started and you’ve already had so much fun with your two favorite people. You cannot wait to see what the rest of the trip brings.

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Bad Day = Cuddles

Pair: Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

could you do an auston matthews fluff? like one where the reader is super stressed from work and he helps calm them down/deal with it?

Word Count: 564

A/N: I hope you like it! This is my first request and I’m really really excited to write this! ANOTHER OLD IMAGINE!

Warnings: Swearing and Fluff?

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You swore as the bus you were waiting for drove straight past, even spraying you with water from a puddle. 

“I swear this day couldn’t get any worse,” You hiss, starting to walk back to your apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Auston. 

Your day couldn’t get any worse. First you were late for work causing your boss to yell at you. Then when your boss wanted you to photocopy something, the photocopier jammed and they got even angrier with you. To add to the stress at work, everyone seemed to be bitching about you and gossiping about your lovelife with a certain Maple Leaf. Sadly it didn’t stop there. After work, you had broken the heel of your shoe running to the bus stop. Now the bus drove straight past you, drenching you with water on the way. You seriously doubt this day could get any worse. 

But it seemed like the world was against you because heaven decided to open up and dump all the rain now while you were walking home! What made it worse was you had forgotten your umbrella so you had to walk home in the pouring rain with a broken heel.

“Fuck this,” You state, stopping and yanking off your heels, deciding to walk barefoot, “Stupid boss, stupid coworkers, stupid bus, stupid weather.”. 

Auston was playing some NHL 18 with Mitch and Will when loud banging cut through his conversations with the boys. 

“Auston, open up,” He hears his girlfriend beg.

His eyebrows knitted together, wondering why you didn’t just let yourself in. He shrugged his thoughts away and paused his game, going to let her in. When he did open the door though, he was greeted with you, standing in front of his, barefoot and drenched from the rain.

You pushed past Auston, just wanting to take a warm shower. Muttering about how shitty your day was, you grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of Auston’s Leaf’s hoodies before heading to your bathroom. To your surprise, Auston was already there, drawing you a steaming bath, even having a bath bomb from lush prepared.

“Auston,” You awed, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs, smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I thought you needed it, it seemed like you had a rough day.”

You couldn’t help but smile and peck his lips, before stripping from your wet work uniform. Auston helped you into the tub before disappearing from the bathroom, returning with a glass of wine and a beer for himself. 

“Join me?” You ask, holding your hand out for your boyfriend.

He didn’t reply, just stripped off his pyjamas and slid in behind you. You relaxed back into Auston’s chest, his arms wrapped around your waist holding you close. 

“Wanna talk about your day?” Auston mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head.

You simply shook your head, taking a sip of your wine and closing your eyes. 

Auston softly smiled down at you, laying in his arms, hair in a messy bun and makeup less. He always thought you were beautiful but he couldn’t help but think you looked absolutely stunning. He nuzzled his face in your hair, pressing tiny kisses against your scalp.

“I love you,” He mumbled, holding you a little tighter.

You hum in happiness, taking hand and pressing a light kiss to it, “I love you too Aus.”

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Touch Each Other [Narry]

Summary: An Anonymous request on Wattpad - “Can you maybe do a threesome with niall, but Niall and Harry also do stuff with each other. Like the girl is just watching and getting of by herself...”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, threesome!Narry, guyxguy actions, three way, dirty talk, oral (all), hair pulling, semi forceful actions (all consented of course!), very sexual innuendos, just absolutely filthy

Thank you for being so patient with me as I work on writing my new fan fiction. &lt;3

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I found this picture on Pinterest so creds to owner!

“Hello, darling.” Harry greets you as he walks into the dining room where you sit, enjoying your lunch.

“Hey, baby.” You put down your fork and wipe your mouth, “Didn’t know you’d be home early. I would have grabbed you something.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Ate at the studio with Mitch.” He sits down and looks at you and you instantly start smiling and you nod, “I called him.”

“What did he say?” Harry asks as he steals a few sips of your coffee.

You playfully glare at him and laugh, “He’ll be here for dinner.” Your eyes move up to his and a smirk grows slowly as he hands your coffee back to you, “Perfect,”

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Harry has always had a little crush on Niall, and vice versa.

“What do you want for dinner?” Harry leans over you and kisses your cheek as he lays an arm over your chest.

You close your eyes and hum as you lean your head back onto him, “Hmm.. surprise us.”

“Alright.” Harry kisses below your ear and slowly starts to suck a mark onto your skin, “I can’t wait for dessert.” He leans up and walks away, looking back at you with a smirk as he leaves you a tiny bit flustered.

The doorbell rings and before you can get up, Harry jumps out of the kitchen, “I’ll get it!” He yells quickly before taking a deep breathe, “I can get it, you stay.”

You can’t help but smile at how Harry acts when Niall comes over. He gets all shy and flustered and it’s so cute to you.

Little do they know, tonight is all about them. You’re just here for the show.

“Hey!” You walk over to Niall and he wraps you in his arms, “How was your flight?” You lean back and smile up at him, “Not too bad I hope.”

He smiles and scans his eyes over your face, “Oh it was awful.” He looks at Harry and you can see Niall’s lips turn into a smile, “Felt like I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

You see Harry’s eyes light up and he tries to play it cool, “Oh yeah. I’m sure.” He clears his throat, “I’m just getting dinner started so why don’t you go in and relax, I’m sure you’re exhausted, Ni.”

Niall shrugs and chuckles, “I got a second wind.” He gives Harry a wink and smiles back at you.

You smirk at Harry as you can see the blush on his cheeks grow darker, “I’ll grab us some drinks?” You look between them and Niall sighs, “That would be great, love.”

Niall shrugs off his jacket and walks to the living room as you follow Harry into the kitchen, “Don’t worry I’ll get out of your way in a second.” You tease as you know how Harry is when cooking.

As you’re pouring the dark red liquid into the simple wine glasses, “Would you like one?” You look at Harry who is leaned against the counter staring at you, “Sure, babe.”

You pour his and turn to give it to him. You didn’t realize he was that close until you seen the red wine instantly stain his white tee, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

You quickly set the glass down and grab paper towels, dabbing it as quick as you can, all while mumbling to yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Harry grabs your hands and leans down to look at you, “It’s fine, babe. Relax.” He chuckles, “Are you nervous or something?”

You couldn’t lie to him, “Kind of. I had something a little different planned for tonight.”

His eyebrow raises and he nods, “Oh did you?”

You nod and look up at him, your eyes move down to the red stain again. Harry shakes his head and slips his shirt off, tossing it onto the counter, “We’ll worry about that later.”

“Whoa, couldn’t wait for me?” Niall asks as he walks into the kitchen, “That’s so unfair, I come all this way..” he starts laughing as he walks over to you and Harry.

“I, um.” You point to the crumbled shirt on the counter, “Harry’s shirt drank his wine.”

They laugh and you sigh, “Okay. Okay.” You put more wine in Harry’s glass and point to it, “I’m not touching it this time.”

He laughs and picks it up, “Get out of my kitchen.”

You roll your eyes and grab your glass with a smile, “Yes sir.” You give him a smirk as you walk out with Niall.

You make your way to the couch and you put on some quiet music, “So, how’s everything?” You sip your wine and listen to Niall speak.

“It’s been so much fun, exhausting, but I love every minute of it.” He sips his wine as his eyes trail up your legs and back to your eyes once he reaches your shorts, “Wouldn’t change a thing about it.”

You nod and you can feel yourself getting wetter, the thought of your plan coming together is exciting to you.

“We’ve missed you.” You say lowly before looking over at him, “A lot.”

He nods and plays with a stand of your hair, “Trust me, I’ve missed you guys. Texting and calling isn’t enough sometimes.”

You agree, “Oh I know. Harry went on the one day about how he wishes you were here more, but he tours too. He gets it. We both do.”

Niall smiles and nods, “It’s tough but that’s what makes these reunions so much more special..” he sips his wine and looks over at you, “And so much more fun.”

You smile and nod, “I will not argue with you on that one.”

“Everything going good in here?” Harry pops out of the kitchen and walks over to you and Niall. He sits down between you guys on the coffee table, “Dinner should be done soon.”

You and Niall both can’t help but look Harry’s naked torso up and down. You both were basically drooling over how hot your lover is just sitting there.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Niall says with a nod, “Got hotter since the last time I saw ya, H. Damn.”

Harry straightens up his posture and you can tell he was caught off guard but loves hearing that, “Mm, yeah. Could say the same thing about you.”

You pressed your fingers over your lips to contain a moan. Them flirting with each other is like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

Your eyes move back and fourth, looking at them as they continue their conversation.

“Y/n was telling me in the kitchen that she has a plan for tonight.” He smirks and bites his lip, “Weren’t ya baby?”

You sigh slowly and smile, “I may have something up my sleeve for tonight, yes.”

Nervousness gone.

“Oh yeah? Wanna tell us?” Niall leans into you and pokes your thigh, “I’m curious to know.”

Your eyes watch his hand as you smile, “We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

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“So your plan, baby. Tell us.” Harry looks at you from across the table and smirks. You bite your lip and tilt your head slightly, “My plan, yes.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.” Niall leans back and watches you as you lick your lips and smile, “I want to sit back and touch myself to the view of you guys doing whatever it is that you want to do.”

They’re both silent for a few minutes before Harry clears his throat, “Well, I’m done with dinner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Niall says quickly after Harry.

You laugh and stand up, “Then come on.” You smile and quickly run out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Harry and Niall are keeping up with you and when you enter the room, Harry grabs you and pins you to the bed. His lips instantly attach to yours and you make out as Niall stands there watching.

He chews on his lip as undoes his pants, giving his cock more room to grow harder.

You moan against Harry’s lips and lift your hand from Harry’s back to reach out for Niall. Once he’s undressed, you feel his hand in yours and you pull him closer.

Harry’s lips leave yours and find Niall’s.

They moan against each other, finally getting what they’ve been craving since Niall left last time. You but your lip and scoot back so you can start undoing Harry’s pants.

You slide his boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock free. You do the same to Niall and you glance up, watching as their lips are desperate to kiss every inch of skin on their necks.

They both gasp and look down as you start to pump both of their cocks in your hands.

Harry on the right and Niall on the left.

Niall slides his hand up Harry’s torso, teasingly slow. Harry’s eyes move to Niall’s hand and he follows it all the way up until niall gently lays it on the side of his neck, pulling him in so he can crash his lips onto his.

“Fuck. This is so hot.” You whisper and lean in, pressing your lips to Harry’s cock. You slowly lean over to Niall, and press your lips to the head of his cock, too.

“Fuck.” Niall groans into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s grip tights on Niall’s waist, pulling his skin.

You start to slowly bob your head on Niall’s cock, working on taking more of him in your mouth. A hand lays on the back of your head, pushing down slightly.

You take a deep breathe before gagging around him. He lets out a loud moan as he feels himself slip into your throat, “Fuck, y/n, baby.”

You pull your head off, gasping as you look up at them. Harry looks down at you and lays a hand on your cheek, “You are so beautiful.”

You smile and wipe the corner of your mouth off and lick your lips, “Harry.” You whimper, “please.”

Harry leans down, pushing you back as his body hovers closely to yours, “Please what baby?”

Harry leans in, kissing your neck as Niall lays down beside you. His hand travels up and down the side of your body, lightly dragging his finger tips as he does, “Thought about you both so much.”

He leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, “So fucking hot seeing you two together.”

You let out a moan and spread your legs. They each rest their arm around your knee, keeping your legs spread open.

“Did ya think about her pussy?” Harry asks as he bites his lip, a dark and lustful look glazed over his eyes at he looks at Niall.

Niall slides his hand down your thigh and brushes his fingers over your pussy, “I thought about it a lot.”

You gasp and tilt your head back as his fingers slowly circle your clit, “Fuck.” You whimper as his pressure grows harder.

Harry leans down and connects his lips with yours as his hand plays with your boobs, “Feel good?” He whispers against your lips.

You nod, “Y-yes.” Your hands desperately search to grab onto something, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as Niall plunges his fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers repeatedly.

Harry slides his hand up your chest and wraps it around your neck. He leans in and bites gently on your ear lobe, “Cum for him, baby.”

Niall thrusts his fingers faster, hitting that spot with the tip of his fingers each time. Harry pulls you closer as he starts slowly rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You quickly fall apart, clenching Niall’s fingers with the walls of your pulsating cunt, “F-fuck. Yes! Yesyes.” You wiggle your hips and dig your nails into Harry’s shoulder, moaning and whimpering as you come down from your high.

“Good girl.” Harry whispers lowly in your ear, “Tell us what you want.”

You rest your head back and bite your lip at Niall pulls his fingers out of you, “I want..” you sigh and look at Niall, “You guys to touch each other.”

You slowly get up on your knees and move over to Niall. He wraps an arm around your waist and rests his hand on your lower back.

You pull him in to kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his and he moans lowly as you tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I want you to fuck each other.” You take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently.

His fingers dig into your skin and you slide your hand down to his cock, “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Harry moves in behind you, “I just want to feel that pussy first, baby.” Harry pulls your hips back and you move back slightly.

You guys get into a position to where Harry his rubbing the head of his cock onto your pussy, teasing you while you’re on your knees, bent over to suck Niall’s cock.

You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning lowly as you feel the spit run down over your pussy.

“I want No to suck you off of my cock.” Harry grips your hips as he buries his cock deep into your pussy, “Fuck.”

You moan around Niall’s cock, which causes him to gasp and buck his hips slightly. You gag and he moans louder, “Fuck, gag on my cock, baby.”

Harry slides a hand up your back, tangling it into your hair before he pushes you head down, slowly bobbing it up and down then switching to a slightly fast pace before stopping and letting go.

You pull off and Niall cups your cheeks, “ya alright?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip and furrowing your brows as Harry rams his cock into you, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You wrap your hand around Niall’s cock, slowly stroking your hand up and down. You rub your thumb over the tip slowly, smearing the precum around.

You lean, moaning as you lick it off, “Fuck.” You gasp and squeeze Harry’s cock with your walls, “H-Harry. Baby.” You look up at Niall, whining as he brushing hair from your face, “Cum for him, love.”

He slides a hand down to your boobs, playing and pinching each of your nipples as he leans down to kiss you.

You moan loudly and grab onto his arm as you feel yourself cum, “Fuck.” You tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as Harry fucks you through your high.

You’re pretty sure you squirted, but you didn’t care. It felt too good for you to feel anything else but pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry slaps your ass cheek, “You ready?”

“I am.” You move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Niall and Harry waist no time. Their hands find their way to each others bodies and their lips press together, moving in a slow sexy synched motion.

You spread your legs and bite your lip as you watch Niall pull Harry closer to him closer to press his lips to Harry’s neck.

You grab your boobs with your hands, kneading them slowly, moaning as you watch Niall kiss down Harry’s chest.

“Fuck, Ni.” Harry groans lowly, “Missed you.”

Niall looks up at Harry him with his eyes and leans back slightly, “Did ya?”

Your hand travels down your body slowly, edging yourself with the arrival of your fingers to your clit.

Niall goes back to kissing Harry’s torso as he nods, “So much.” Harry whispers and furrows his brows as Niall kisses right above his cock.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and closes his eyes, waiting for Niall to go on.

Niall presses his lips gently along the length of Harry’s cock, taking him in between his lips when he reaches the tip.

You pinch your nipple with your other hand, moaning quietly as you watch Niall bob his head on Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head falls to the side as he moans, “Fuck.”

You press your fingers to your clit, circling at a slow, teasing pace, you really didn’t want to cum until they did, but you knew once Harry was done with Niall, you were going to fail achieving that goal.

Harry eventually pulls away and brings him back up to kiss him. You let out a moan, if it must have been loud because it caught their attention.

Their eyes flick over to you and they both turn their heads, “isn’t she fuckin sexy?” Harry leans down, rubbing the calf of your stretched out right leg.

“Sure is, H. M’actually kinda jealous of you.” Niall admits, “You get to touch her everyday.”

Harry smirks and runs a hand up Niall’s stomach. You watch as Niall starts stroking Harry’s cock again, keeping his eyes locked on his hand.

“Once I’m done with you, you can have all the time you want with her.” Harry whispers before leaning in to nip his ear and kiss down his neck.

Harry leans back and pulls himself away from Niall, moving up to sit next to you. He leans back and bites his lip, nodding at his cock as he looks at Niall.

Niall has always been a slut for Harry’s cock.

Just like you.

When ever you and Niall give Harry blowjobs together, it’s practically like you’re worshiping his cock.

You glance over at Harry, fingers still circling your clit, “Hi.”

He looks back at you and leans in to peck your lips, “Hi.”

You look at Niall and pull him up to you. You lean in to close the space, pressing your lips to his. His hand lays on your thigh, so close to your pussy.

You grab his hand and push it there. He leans back and glances over at Harry and Harry leans in and kisses him, “Change of plans.” He mumbles in between kisses.

You fought to keep your eyes open as Niall’s fingers curled inside of you.

You wanted to watch them do anything.

“F-fuck.” You gasp and arch your back against the headboard, “N-Ni-“ Is all you can get out before you watch Harry’s fingers slide onto your clit.

He presses hard and circles it quickly, “You like that?”

You nod quickly, moaning as you lean over and wrap your hand around his cock, “Yesyes.” You gasp and open your eyes, looking over at Harry.

He is stroking Niall’s cock, watching as his fingers move in and out of you, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Harry looks up at you and pulls you into him by the back of the neck with his left hand.

You moan as your lips crash onto his and his fingers tangle tightly in your hair. He groans lowly as you speed up the pace of your hand.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans against your lips, “I need you again.” He reaches down and grabs Niall’s hand, pulling him around to you.

Harry’s hands grip your waist and you bite your lip as you straddle him. He looks into your eyes at he reaches out and pulls Niall closer to him.

You reach down to steady his cock while continues to look at him.

Your lips part as the head of his cock slips inside of you, instantly stretching you out. You tilt your head back slightly and push your self down more, “Fuck.”

Harry spits into his fingers and takes Niall’s cock into his hand. He slides his fingers up and down, sliding his spit around his cock.

“Niall.” You whine out and look over at him, “Let Harry suck your cock.”

He groans at your words, nodding as he moves up towards Harry.

You slide all the way down into Harry, causing Harry to look at you and dig his fingers into your hips, “Fuck, baby.” You moan and dig your nails into the sparrows tattooed on his chest.

He groans lowly, “C’mon, baby.. ya gotta move.”

Niall grabs his chin gently and turns his head towards him as you slowly start to move up and down his cock.

You open your eyes and watch as Harry’s lips part and Niall slips his cock in between them. Harry’s eyes roll back and flutter closed, moans muffled by Niall’s cock.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” You moan quietly as you place your hands on his shoulders, “Oh fuck.”

You clench around him and drag your nails downward as you moan loudly.

As you slowly bounce through your high, you milk Harry of his.

His cock twitches as it’s shoved deep inside of you. Niall gasps as Harry moans around him, “Fuck.” He holds Harry’s head down on his cock as he groans.

Harry takes Niall’s cum and tilts his head back, swallowing as he smirks. He looks at you and pulls you in and he presses his lips to yours, instantly slipping his tongue in.

You moan quietly at the taste of niall still lingering on his tongue. He smirks against your lips and leans back, “Yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Yeah.”

He nods and kisses your forehead, “As I said.” He moves to get off the bed and leans down to pecks your lips before standing up.

He smiles at you before looking at Niall, “Once I was done, you could have all the time with her.”

A smile appears on your lips quickly and you look up at Niall.

Harry winks at him before making his way to the chair, “Have fun.”

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if The Stranger and his family joined the Motel Group?

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Provisions

What if The Stranger and his family joined the Motel Group?

Adam sat in the back of his dad’s car, Lizzie nervously watching as their parents argued.

“We’re doing fine on our own.” Argued their dad, Mitch.

“But for how much longer?” Demanded their mother, Tess, “We had a near miss with Adam going missing, I swear, it’s as if you’re trying to get us killed!”

“I’m trying to keep us alive!” Retorted Mitch, as a stick broke behind him. Whirling around, the parents found themselves staring at a group of people.

“Hey.” Waved a black man, looking sick and tired.

“Hello.” Greeted Mitch, glancing around the group, counting three women, two men, a teenager and two children, “Can I help you?”

“We’re, er,” the man looked around, “on our way back to our place.”

“You’ve got a place?” Asked Tess, throwing a quick glance at her husband, “We’ve been looking for a place to settle down.”

“Absolutely not.” Snapped a woman with long hair, disgust on her face, “We don’t have enough for ourselves, let alone you.”

“We’ve got supplies.” Said Tess, nervously looking at the woman, “And, Mitch is an experienced hunter.”

“I’m convinced.” Said the other man, white with a moustache.

The woman with long hair gave him a disgusted look.

“Sorry, if we seem on edge.” Apologised the first man, “I’m Lee, she’s Lilly,” her pointed at the disgusted looking woman, “Carley,” he pointed at a woman with a short bob, “Kenny,” the other man, “his wife, Katjaa,” a woman with dark blonde hair gave them a small wave, “their son, Du- Kenny Jr, we just call him Duck,” a boy around ten, who waved and smiled brightly, “Ben,” the teenager, “and, Clementine.” A girl with a baseball cap, who waved shyly.

“I’m Tess,” Tess gestured at Mitch, “My husband, Mitch, and our two kids, Adam and Elizabeth, are in the car.”

Lee gave them a nod, “Sorry, for intruding, we’ve just left a bunch of cannibals.”

Tess and Mitch glanced at each other, “R-really?”

“Yeah, we lost a couple of our people.” Grimaced Lee, “We left ‘em for the Walkers.”

Tess gave a hesitant nod, before noticing Kenny was bleeding, “You’re hurt.”

“Yeah,” Kenny glanced down, “one of the fuckers shot me.”

“Kenny!” Reprimanded Katjaa, frowning at him.

“Sorry.”

“If we get back to your place,” Tess looked around them, “I could take a look at it, I’m a doctor.”

“That could help us.” Carley murmured to Lee, “and it might help Clem and Duck to have some kids their own age around.”

Lee nodded, glancing at Mitch, before glancing at Clementine, “I don’t see a problem.”

“You wouldn’t.” Muttered Lilly, scowling.

“Ben, why don’t you run ahead and open the gates for them?” Suggested Lee, looking at Ben.

“I’ll go with him.” Said Carley, grabbing Ben’s shoulder and vanished into the night.

“I’ll drive ahead,” Sighed Mitch, before glancing at Clementine and Duck, “I can take them with me, if you’d like.”

Kenny and Lee glanced at each other, before the former nodded, “It’ll be safer than walking through the dark.”

Lee ushered the kids into the station wagon, with Clementine noticing that they had a radio. They watched the car drive off, leaving Tess with Lee, Kenny, Katjaa and Lilly.

“What happened at the cannibals?” Asked Tess, as they started walking.

“They fed some of us one guys legs.” Answered Lee, his mind going back to the meat locker, “Then, another one had a heart attack while we were in the meat locker.”

Tess thought she heard Lilly scoff, but ignored her, “They had a heart condition?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m surprised he survived this long.” Remarked Tess, “I had a patient with a heart condition, ignored everything I suggested to help alleviate it, so I had to prescribe him nitro-glycerin tablets. Ooh, you should’ve seen the shade of red his face went.”

“I doubt he had his head crushed.” Spat Lilly, glaring at Lee and Kenny.

“We had to stop him from turning.” Retorted Kenny, sounding tired, “How long would you have let it go on before putting him down?”

“He could’ve been saved.” Snarled Lilly, getting a sigh from Lee.

“Lilly, he turned.” Lee looked back at her, “I checked his eyes.”

Lilly trembled, before looking down. The group continued the rest of their journey in silence, with Katjaa glancing at Kenny.

P

Lee frowned, Mitch had taken Clementine’s radio, saying something about fixing it. Checking the rooms, he found Mitch frowning as he looked at the radio.

“You alright?” Mitch looked up at the sound of Lee’s voice.

“I’ve checked the insides of it, the batteries and the antenna,” Said Mitch, “I know this model, I’ve fixed it hundreds of times, and do you think I can get it to work?”

“Clem mentioned dropping while we were escaping the drug store.” Said Lee, making Mitch freeze.

“It was dropped?” Asked Mitch, getting up.

“Yeah, she said she dropped it.” Answered Lee, as Mitch suddenly struck it against the wall. Lee watched Mitch press the 'on' button, hearing the telltale click of it activating.

“Sorry, did you need something?” Asked Mitch, looking at Lee.

“Um, yeah,” Lee rubbed the back of his neck, “er, before all this went down, I, er, I was…”

“A convicted murderer?” Asked Mitch, “We know. Personally, I’m certain you would’ve been acquitted if it went to trial.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I kill him.” Answered Lee, “It’s just, with how things have been going, I thought people should know.”

Mitch nodded, “Have you told anyone else?”

“Most of the group, excluding Lilly and the kids,” Answered Lee, “Lilly probably already knows, and I told Clem, because she was with me when Carley confronted me about it, back when all this started.”

Mitch nodded, “I’ve heard Kenny talking about moving on. I’ve planned on going to Savannah, see if I could locate a boat.” Mitch gave Lee a piercing look, “Clementine mentioned that her parents were in Savannah.”

“Yeah.” Sighed Lee, knowing where Mitch was going.

“And, since you’ve not mentioned them,” Continued Mitch, “you know something Clementine doesn’t.”

Lee sighed, “The day I met her, the police car I was in crashed, I climbed her house’s fence to get away from some Walkers. I let myself into the house, after yelling that I was coming in, there were messages on the answering machine. Her mom said that her dad had been bit.”

“So, it’s safe to assume that she was bitten not long after.” Finished Mitch, crossing his arms, “Why haven’t you told her?”

“I don’t want to break the hope she has.” Shrugged Lee, looking lost.

“Lee,” Sighed Mitch, “sometimes it’s better to break someone’s hope, than for it to be broken and them to find out you knew the entire time.”

Lee sighed, running a hand down his face, “I’ll… I’ll talk to her about it.”

Mitch nodded, “I’m going to take some of the supplies, head to Savannah, and case the place. If Clementine’s parents are alive, I’ll find them and bring them here.” He looked at Lee, “If anything happens in the meantime, head there.”

Lee nodded, going back out to the others. A couple of hours later, after wishing him luck, the group watched Mitch drive away.

“I need you two to go on a supply run.” Said Lilly, getting Lee and Kenny’s attention.

The two men shared a glance, before nodding.

P

“Well, things went to shit real fast.” Said Lizzie, looking up at the adults.

“Thank god we had the foresight to stick the supplies in the RV.” said Kenny, as Tess checked everyone over.

“Lizzie,” Tess looked at her daughter, “why don’t you play with the others?”

Lizzie scowled, but stomped over to Duck, Clementine and Adam.

“Carley,” Tess got the other woman’s attention, “I need you to check Katjaa’s shoulder, it’s bleeding a bit too much for my liking.”

Glancing around, Tess sighed, “Ben, you need to apply more pressure, I don’t want Lee to bleed out because you were squeamish.”

Lee groaned as Ben pressed the balled-up fabric against his shoulder, “Of all the places to get shot, it had to be my good arm.”

“I’m more concerned about the bullet still being in there, Lilly, don’t stand, you’ve got a concussion,” Tess looked at the front, “Carley, how’s Katjaa’s shoulder?”

Carley was silent, before looking at Kenny. The man looked over and gawked, “Son of a bitch!”

The RV swerved, hitting a Walker, “Shit!”

“What is it?” Asked Lilly, as Tess made her way towards Katjaa.

“Oh, fuck.” Tess softly swore, seeing the bite on Katjaa’s shoulder, “Katjaa’s been bitten.”

The RV was silent, getting a sigh from Lilly, “So, what are we gonna do?” Part of Lilly wanted to find out who made the deal with the Bandits, but Tess had taken control as the doctor of the group.

Tess was silent, making Lee pipe up, “We’re gonna want to deal with that Walker Kenny hit.” The man groaned, “We can decide from there.”

“What if she turns?” Asked Lilly, “We all heard what Ben said, the bite kills, and we turn anyway.”

“I hate to say it,” Carley looked at Kenny, “but, it might help us if we know how long it actually takes.”

Kenny didn’t say a word, getting out of the RV and checking on the Walker. Lee groaned, getting up, taking the fabric from Ben and stumbled up to Carley, “Kenny!”

“Lizzie,” Tess looked at her daughter, “take the others to the end of the RV.”

Lizzie looked up at her, before doing as she was told. The group heard Kenny kill the Walker, before he re-entered the RV. The man growled, before hitting the steering wheel.

“What do we do?” Asked Lee, looking between the others.

“We’ve got a couple of guns.” Said Lilly, propping herself up, “So, we can put her down when she turns.”

Kenny remained silent.

“How do we tell the kids?” Asked Carley, glancing at the back, “I mean, none of them were presence when we lost Mark and Larry.”

“Clementine was.” Muttered Lilly, giving Lee a glare.

“He’s already started turning.” Sighed Lee, giving Lilly a tried look, “Kenny, we need your input with this.”

Kenny, again, remained silent.

“Kenny, why don’t you let Lilly or Lee take over driving?” Asked Ben, getting a glare from Tess, “What?”

“Lee’s got a fucked-up arm and Lilly’s got a concussion.” Said Tess, glaring at Ben.

“…sorry.” Muttered Ben, before Tess told Lee and Lilly to go and sit back down. Lee was vaguely aware of himself falling asleep, as Tess and Carley discussing their options at Kenny.

P

Lee groaned as the light hit him.

“Oh, you’re alive.” Said Lilly, getting a dull glare from Lee.

“Has anything happened?” Asked Lee, standing up.

“Well,” Lilly followed him, “Kenny’s refusing to talk about Katjaa, the kids don’t know what’s going on, Ben’s being useless, Carley’s keeping watch for Walkers and Tess is watching Katjaa. And, no, she hasn’t turned yet.”

Lee nodded, before shakily getting off the RV and stopping at the sight of the train.

“And there’s a train blocking the road.”

Lee sighed, before looking around, “Where are the kids?”

“Over there.” Lilly pointed at a tree, “Adam said he needed to shit.”

“His words or yours?”

“His.”

Lee nodded, walking towards the train, frowning as he spotted Ben crouching by the driver’s cabin, “You alright up there, Ben?”

“Not so loud!” Whispered Ben, “I think there’s a walker in there.”

Lee sighed, he had a feeling he was going to be sighing a lot, “Get back to the others.”

P

Tess sighed, Clementine’s radio was giving intermittent buzzes. After Lee sent Ben back to them, they were greeted by an old man. He gave his name as Chuck, saying he was living in the train. He’d introduced himself to the whole group, and Lee and Kenny got the train working and Lee found some food for the kids. So, here they were, on a train with Lilly guarding the supplies, Kenny driving the train, Ben watching the scenery go by and Lee and Carley teaching the kids how to defend themselves.

Tess heard the pop of a gunshot and the sound of a bottle shattering, looking up, she saw Clementine beaming up at Lee and Carley.

“I guess Clem’s got the ‘dead eye’ huh?” Tess gave them a small smile, before looking down at Katjaa, “She’s not progressing well.”

“You looked at Chuck as if you knew him.” Said Lilly, diverting Tess’s attention away from Katjaa.

Tess sighed, “He’s a doctor, his full name is Charles John Marston. I trained under him when I first started practicing.”

Katjaa let out a violent cough, making the group freeze.

“We have to stop the train.” Said Tess, looking at Lee, “I think we’ve reached the end.”

P

Lee sighed, they’d stopped the train and put Katjaa down. Part of him was disgusted at the phrase, put her down, like she was some dog or animal. Duck had closed off for a while, the boy hadn’t left the train when they were forced to stop. So, he didn’t meet Christa and Omid until they were getting away from the horde of the undead.

“Who’s he?” Asked Christa, looking down at Duck.

“He’s recently lost his mother.” Answered Tess, “She was bitten.”

“Ouch.” Grumbled Omid, as Chuck prodded his leg, “Couldn’t been a bit gentler?”

“Well,” Chuck looked at him, “I could, but we need to figure out what’s wrong with it first.”

“Oh, how I could do with an MRI or X-Ray machine right about now.” Moaned Tess, as she checked Omid’s foot.

Their conversation was interrupted by Lee quietly entering the compartment.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Lilly, straightening up.

“Mitch’s been in contact.” Said Lee, “He ran into another survivor, said her name was Molly, he…thinks he’s found Clementine’s parents.”

“That’s a good thing…right?” Christa eyed Lee suspiciously.

“They’re dead.” Said Lee, “He’s holed up in the Marsh House, he suggested we meet up with him there.”

Tess frowned but nodded. Hopefully thing wouldn’t go pear shaped.

P

“Are we there yet?” Whined Adam, as the group walked through the streets. They’d stuffed all their supplies into some rucksacks they found, with Lee and Kenny carrying the bulk of it.

“Almost.” Said Tess, looking at Lee, “It should be the next left.”

Lee nodded and they turned down at street. Lee paused at the sight of a blonde girl leaning against a wall watching a couple of restrained Walkers. He heard Clementine let out a terrified gasp, getting a deep sigh from Lee.

“Those are…” Carley looked at Lee.

“Clem’s parents.” Nodded Lee, before gently ushering the group forwards.

“You Mitch’s people?” Asked the girl, looking each of them over, “I’m Molly.”

“Lee.” He pointed at the others and introduced them.

Molly nodded, “Mitch is looking for a boat, said something about you guys wanting one.”

Lee nodded, before looking around, as Mitch’s car drove up to them, with a boat hitched to the back of it. Stopping, Mitch stepped out, “It’s got no gas and is missing it’s battery, but it should work.”

Lee nodded, as Kenny looked the boat over.

P

“Are you sure about this?” Asked Carley, as Lee looked over the group.

“We should be fine,” Said Lee, “Molly knows the place, so we can go through the place and avoid their patrols.”

Carley nodded, before looking over at Tess, Lilly, Chuck and the kids, “You sure about leaving me behind?”

“Car,” Chided Lee, softly, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

P

Lee was kicking himself. Crawford had fallen, so things were slightly easier for them. Clementine had followed them, with Ben only noticing when he saw her climbing up the ladder out of the sewer. They’d split up, Christa and Mitch went to get the drugs, Kenny had gone to get fuel, he and Molly went to get the battery and Clementine was watching over Ben in an old Geography classroom.

Then Kenny got back with the fuel and took over trying to get a door open, Lee helped Mitch and Christa get the drugs and they ran into Molly on the way back to the group, only to find Ben had removed a hatchet from a door that they were using to keep the Walkers out, which led to them bursting in and Clementine nailing a Walker wrestling with Molly in the head.

So, now they were holding a door shut, while Kenny tried to kick their escape plan open. Then Ben decided now was the best time to come clean about something.

“I was the one making the deal with the Bandits.”

Lee froze, just as the glass on the door broke and he felt a pain in his left arm. Assuming it was from the glass, Lee moved out of the way, as Mitch shoved a bunch of tables against the door.

Kenny, after taking the information in, turned and looked at Ben, “You…”

“Kenny,” Said Lee, “we can deal with him later, but right now, we gotta move.”

The group rushed to the top of the tower, with a horde of the dead chasing after them. Ben got caught by the reanimated remains of Crawford, with Lee pulling him free and getting bit on the hand. Deciding to deal with it later, Lee shoved Ben towards the ladder, “Climb down.” He growled.

P

“It hasn’t been long, maybe we could cut it off?” Suggested Tess, “Katjaa’s bite was on her shoulder, too close to the arteries to safely amputate, and, from the time of her bite, she lasted about a day before succumbing to it.”

“How’re we gonna stop the bleeding?” Asked Carley, “A tourniquet can only do so much.”

“Well, you could cauterise the wound.” Said Chuck, “We got the needed stuff for it.”

“Lee?” Lilly got his attention, “Are you willing to do this?”

Lee sighed, before looking at them, “Fuck it. Let’s cut it off.”

An hour later, Lee was kicking himself, why did he have to be an idiot and refuse the pain killers? It was odd, seeing his arm contort, even more so, when it fell to the floor and Mitch hurriedly pressed the bleeding stump against the heated metal of a pot that they’d stuck in a fire until it started to glow.

Then Lee saw darkness.

P

“Is…is Lee okay?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Carley.

Carley sighed, before sitting next to Clementine and pulled her to her, “Hopefully, Clem.”

“Well,” Tess and Chuck stepped out of the hotel room Lee was in, “The bleeding’s stopped, so we don’t have to worry about him bleeding to death.”

“And given the herd outside,” Kenny folded his arms, “We’re gonna be sat here for a while.”

“Which gives us the opportunity to decide what to do with him.” Lilly glared at Ben, “He stole from us and gave to those bandits.”

“Maybe he was under duress.” Remarked Carley, not really believing it.

“T-they said they had one of my friends.” Said Ben.

The group stared at him.

“Did, did you get confirmation?” Asked Tess, folding her arms.

“N-no—”

“My wife died because of you,” Snarled Kenny, “I don’t know why Lee bothered to save you, ‘cause your as useful as burnt-out truck!”

“And the shit he pulled back a Crawford,” Spat Mitch, “Letting all those Walkers in, almost killing Lee.”

Clementine buried her face in Carley’s shoulder, as Lilly looked over at the other woman, “You’re being surprisingly quiet.”

Carley sighed, levelling Ben with a look, “I defended you when Lilly was throwing accusations around in the RV. You could’ve owned up to it and we would’ve acting accordingly.”

The group was prevented from continuing by the door opening and Lee stumbling out.

“Lee!” Clementine rushed towards him and hugging him, getting a grunt from the man, “You’re okay!”

Lilly placed her hand on her pistol, as Carley stood up, “Lee?”

Her looked at her, “I know I shouldn’t ask this, but does anyone have any bourbon?”

P

The group watched the street outside the hotel. Mitch had gone to get the car, after Kenny and Christa managed to find an van that was still in working order.

“If we’re lucky,” Said Lilly, “the RV could be where we left it.”

“Hopefully.” Said Carley, as she helped Lee with the rucksack of supplies.

“He should be here by now.” Muttered Tess, nervously fiddling with her ring.

Lee frowned, looking for Mitch’s car, before grabbing the radio, “Kenny, are you near Mitch?”

“I saw him get in his car and start heading back.” Said Kenny, “He might be trying to avoid the Walkers.”

Lee frowned, before looking at Ben, “Ben, go check outside.”

“W-what?” Ben looked around, “W-why me?”

The group stared at him.

“You cannot be asking that.” Lee’s voice was flat, “If there are Walkers out there, just run back here.”

Ben nodded, before heading out of the lobby. Lee winced and looked at his stump, “Man, I can still feel my fingers.”

“Phantom limb syndrome.” Said Tess, “It’s common for amputees.”

“Still hurts.”

Ben reappeared outside the hotel, “I’ve seen Mitch’s car but…Mitch isn’t the one driving.”

Lee frowned, “What?”

“It’s some old guy and there are four others with him.” Said Ben, just as Mitch’s car sped past.

“Shit.” Swore Lee, as the car vanished around a corner, before Lee grabbed with radio, “Kenny, Mitch’s been carjacked.”

“Shit.” Said Kenny, “I see him. Fuck. Guys, I think he’s turned.”

“You serious?” Asked Lee, as Tess froze.

“That or he’s stumbling around with a bullet wound in his back.” Said Christa, before a thumping sound was heard on the radio, “No, he’s turned.”

“Shit.” Lee looked around the group, “Get back here.”

“Already on our way.” Said Christa, “Kenny’s putting Mitch down.”

Lee nodded, but he had a feeling something was off, “Christa, how’s Kenny coming along?”

Christa was silent, making Lee frown, a moment later, Christa pulled up in front of the hotel, without Kenny.

“Where’s Kenny?” Asked Lilly, frowning at her.

“He got swarmed.” Said Christa, “He dealt with Mitch, but, fuck. They came out of nowhere.”

Lee sighed, “There ain’t much we can do now.” He looked at the others, “Get in.”

P

They were lucky, extremely lucky. They found a car stocked with more supplies on the way back to the RV, and the RV was where they left it. Keys still in the ignition. Sighing, Lee looked over at the kids, Lizzie was curled up with her leg stuck out, Adam was sprawling on the floor and Duck and Clementine were slumped against each other, before looking at Carley. Lilly was driving the Van behind them, and Tess was in the car in front of them.

“You okay, Lee?” Carley glanced at him.

“Yeah,” Lee sighed, glancing back at the rest of their group in the back, “we will be.”

Next Story: What if the Communities re-founded the USA? (This one's a bit shit)

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Close Enough

Requested Here by @astroherogirl !! (20 Surprise Parties✨ info)

Prompts Used: "Your eyes are really pretty up close" AND "when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just sends chills down their spine"

Warnings: depictions of touch starvation (from my experience, so apologies if it's inaccurate), Victor's traumatic childhood, teasing, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

Victor Vale hates it when other people touch him, so he avoids it whenever possible. The occasional brushing of shoulders with Mitch or Sydney's hand shoving him aside when he gets lost in his mind is enough to bring burning pain to the surface of his skin, which takes far longer than it should to disappear. He knows he's touch-starved, but years without touch and the ill-willed touch of Eli and others led him to believe that regardless of how he feels about (or craves) touch, touch doesn't like him.

"Where on earth did you find that?" you ask, causing Victor to glance up from his book. "We're in the middle of nowhere and you managed to find your parents' newest book."

Victor shrugs, dragging a new marker across his parents' name on the title page. You step behind Victor, looking for something in the cabinet behind him, and your warmth presses against his back.

"I tried to read one before you fixed it," you begin, and Victor shakes his head to focus. "It was... preachy."

Victor stifles a laugh as he agrees, "Story of my life. Except they only acknowledge my existence to explain what a terrible child I was."

"Was?" you tease, stepping back to stand beside Victor. "They're missing out. You know that."

Victor sets his marker down, looking up at you as you smile at him. He's never paid much attention to your eyes, but he's drawn to them now.

Sydney yells your name, and you whisper an apology before leaving Victor with his racing thoughts, book editing, and the ghost of your presence.

✯✯✯✯✯

"You'll never believe what I saw," Sydney says, closing the bedroom door behind you. "Victor was petting Dol and, like, gave him a hug. Then he was talking about how good Dol was. It was so weird."

You shrug. "Why is that weird? Vic likes Dol, loves him more than us."

"See, that's the thing. He does, I know that, but he isn't usually that... soft? loveable?"

"Things are changing, Syd. Vic probably won't change much, but if he's willing to show Dol some love, that's good." You don't say it, but you think the idea of Victor engaging in touch that has no intent to cause pain or kill is a good thing, too.

"He never lets me hug him," Sydney pouts.

"Do you want to?" you ask, laughing as you sit on the bed beside Sydney. Dol stands and moves between you and Sydney, setting his head on your lap and blinking at you until you lay your hand on his head.

"I don't know," Sydney admits quietly, stroking Dol's back.

"My hugs aren't good enough for you?"

Sydney laughs at your exaggerated pout, silencing when Dol grunts softly. "Your hugs are perfect, I just think Victor might need one."

"Right. Because Victor Vale would absolutely let me hug him."

You and Sydney laugh together while Victor edits a chapter on parenting, to tell the truth: that he raised himself with no attention or love. He wants to know how you open yourself up to Sydney, but he knows he can't do it, no matter what it is. He'll keep you and Sydney safe, but that doesn't require being a good person.

✯✯✯✯✯

You wake up with one arm hanging off the bed and Dol's snout pushed against your collarbone. It isn't the first time you fell asleep in Sydney's room while talking, but you always forget how uncomfortable you are when you wake up. Like every other time, you tell yourself you'll make it to your own bed next time.

As you stand, pulling away from Dol carefully as he rolls against Sydney, you stretch your arms over your head before dropping them. Sneaking out, you press your hand against Sydney's door as you close it. The kitchen light is on, which you assume is Mitch getting a midnight snack (or glass of chocolate milk). You wipe your eyes as you follow the light down the hall.

Stepping into the kitchen, you don't expect to see Victor standing before the island, looking at a map. He glances up quickly as you approach but doesn't move out of your way.

Unthinking and tired, you place a hand on his waist as you step beside him, muttering an apology.

Victor's skin alights under your touch, and a shiver runs down his spine. The pins and needles he's grown to expect when someone touches him shift quickly into a growing warmth. Though your hand is relatively small against his side, you encompass all of him with one touch. And, worse, he thinks he could get used to it.

Victor turns slightly, raising his arm so you can't pass him. You stop, your hand still firm on his side, resting just below his rib cage, as you look up at him. His unusual action wakes you up, and you search his face for clues as to why he's acting differently.

"Your eyes are really pretty up close," Victor says, his voice low in the late hours.

You press your lips together before smiling at him, pressing your palm firmly against his shirt. "What happened?" you ask.

Victor's brows furrow and you take the opportunity to step closer.

"What did you do to Victor Vale?" you tease.

Victor rolls his eyes, unconsciously leaning into your touch.

"I think you're sleep deprived."

"I think your eyes are pretty," Victor repeats, ignoring your continued teasing.

You sigh when Victor's outstretched arm falls, resting against your side. Sydney might have been on to something, but you'd never hug Victor unexpectedly.

"Your eyes are pretty too," you say, determined to let him choose what touch occurs.

Victor leans back against the counter, pulling you with him. He raises his other hand to your hip, rubbing his thumb against the hem of your shirt.

"You know I'm here, right? For anything," you whisper.

Victor nods, looking directly into your eyes. Victor thinks there's a map hidden in them, and maybe you can see the real him with that map.

"Even hugs," you add, hiding your laugh with a close-lipped smile.

"I'll remember that."

Victor is as sarcastic as always, but the look in his eyes and his hands on you make you think he will remember. And, maybe, someday, he'll take you up on it.

You look down when you feel Dol brush against your legs, situating himself between you and Victor.

"Really, you'll hug him but not me?" you ask.

"I knew someone was back there," Victor mumbles.

"Sydney," you tell him, dropping your hand toward Dol.

Victor takes his opportunity sooner than you expected, using your hand already on him to pull you in. His hands meet between your shoulder blades; one arm looped over your shoulder as the other raises from your hip. He squeezes tightly, and you let him control your placement as you rest your forehead against his shoulder. The hug is quick but warms you all over before Victor straightens, and you step back.

"Anytime," you remind Victor quietly.

"I knew it!" Sydney cheers in the doorway.

Dol returns to her side and leads her back to the bedroom while Victor's eyes stay on you.

"You alright?" you ask, but Victor doesn't answer, his eyes on yours.

"Why haven't I noticed them before?" he mutters.

You lean in, and Victor seems open for another hug, but you stop with a few inches between you, smiling as you answer, "You didn't get close enough."

[gudvina]

The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 9: I need you to know (not too much)

Can be read on AO3. <3

74th Hunger Games, part seven.

He should have known Gloria would come back. She left just after he sent Katniss an ointment for her burns, parting with recommendations that they rest a little, not to work themselves too hard. He’d thought she’d be like the occasional sponsors, for a fleeting moment. The ones that came in, signed their deals and left.

But there was nothing occasional about Gloria.

Just a few hours after midnight Haymitch and Effie came down to the Sponsors’ Lounge, and were surprised to find Gloria already there. She was sitting by Chaff’s stand, between him and Faustina, Eleven’s escort. The lounge was almost empty, and the Victor’s voice bellowed across the room, inviting them to their stand.

The table was already set for breakfast, and two added seats were already waiting for them. It was suspiciously convenient, and his friend’s unusually cordial smile didn’t help his scepticism. He knew what this was all about. He’d feared this would happen the moment Katniss spotted Rue clinging to the branches of that damn tree.

An alliance. He’d made a few in the first years of his mentorship, before giving up altogether. He’d sworn he’d never make one again.

“Up, up, up, ‘Mitch!” Chaff teased, mocking Effie lightly, “How did you sleep?”

“Ha, ha, how funny” Effie rolled her eyes and took a bite of a pastry. She was trying to fight the remnants of sleep, and he knew that it would probably take another strong cup of coffee to fully wake her up. It was surprising that, despite the lack of sleep, her makeup was still flawless.

“Come on, Effs, you know Chaff”, Faustina smiled. She was sipping on some pink coloured juice, reclining on the sofa. He didn’t know how close Effie was with the other escorts, but he’d heard enough about Faustina from both her and his friend. Incredibly tone deaf, but she was determined to get a winner and that meant that she tried her absolute best every year. The only thing that differentiated her from Effie was the lack of grief after losing.

“Yeah, she knows me. How’s boyfriend, by the way?”.

Effie froze beside him, and Haymitch glared at his friend. He knew that it came from a place of caring, but Chaff didn’t have the right to question her about Crane.

“Crane is fine where he’s at”, Haymitch grumbled.

“Good, now that we’ve asked about friends and family, Chaff, why don’t you begin with the serious subject?”.

Chaff took Gloria’s suggestion, and started to talk about the benefits of an alliance. It would help both their tributes when receiving a gift, and if anything happened to one of them the funds for one would go directly to the other’s mentor. It wasn’t the worst he’d ever had to sign, and after all Chaff was his friend. His tributes this year weren’t the worst, but they’d been outshined by his girl, so it was only fair.

“You know what I feel about alliances, but I will accept. Only this once”.

“I knew I could count on you. So, Effie, are you ready to team up with Faustina?”.

“Chaff, I’ve known Effie from the Academy. We’re always ready to team up!”, Faustina quipped in, winking at Effie, “When we were sixteen, we had a modelling exam and we passed with flying colours! Seneca was quite taken with the result”. Haymitch frowned and looked at Effie, confused by what he’d just heard. A modelling exam? What the fuck was that?

“Faustina, I’d rather not discuss our modelling exams”.

“Oh, come on! It was so fun. Well, maybe we were a little young for certain poses, they were a little risqué, but Mr Sewned loved the pictures. I think Seneca still has some of them, maybe I should ask”.

“We were sixteen, Tina”.

“Since when have you become such a prude? You don’t want to talk about our exams and you don’t sleep with sponsors anymore, not even with Seneca. I’m starting to think your mother has rubbed off on you”.

“And I’m starting to think this conversation is over, darling. Whatever Effie does is none of your business”. Gloria redirected the conversation towards the strategies for their incoming interviews.

Every year, at the start of the games, mentors and escorts were supposed to give out interviews. It was during these interviews that alliances were laid out. Effie listened to Gloria’s tips, taking notes on her little notebook. Gloria’s whole strategy had always been to charm the audience, making it fall at its feet, and as he listened to her he understood that Effie had, during her training, made hers the woman’s lessons.

“Haymitch and Chaff, instead, should be a little more… affable than usual. I will explain later, but Chaff, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t absolutely necessary���.

“I know, Gloria. Remember I swore to my old man I’d listen to you, so you don’t have to worry about me. Look at Haymitch, instead. He’s the one who’s hell bent into upsetting people. Poor Trinket has almost had a heart attack once or twice”.

“Haymitch can behave when he wants to, so he’s not a problem”.

“When he wants to, yeah”.

“I’m right here, y’know that, right?”.

Effie and Chaff smirked, but then turned their attention back to Gloria.

“Effie, I need you to engage audience and sponsors a little more. We need your savoir-faire more than ever, so you can lead the conversation and Faustina can also have a little of the spotlight. It’s not going to be easy, but you can do it”.

“What do you mean with engaging the sponsors?”, Haymitch asked.

“The usual, a little harmless flirting here and there. Nothing I haven’t done myself”.

“Those freaks are going to want to follow up on it”.

“Effie will know how to deal with it. I’m not asking her to sleep with them, Haymitch. I’m asking her to play pretend”.

It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t say anything without mentioning their marriage, so he just clenched his jaw and ignored Effie squeezing his hand under the table. The conversation continued for another half hour, and dawn was still one hour away. Breakfast ended in a high note for everyone but him, and they all parted to prepare their stands.

Effie was arranging the documents, unusually silent. She probably sensed his irritation.

“Modelling exams? What the fuck was that about?”, he asked, lighting up the mood a little.

“Yes, they were mandatory at the Academy. They gave us a prompt and we used to spin a shooting around it”.

“So, you were sixteen doing strip teases for pictures that would be sent to a fifty-year-old man?”

“You make it sound so bad, but Mr Sewned was a professional, and it wasn’t strip teases. I admit we were a little precocious, but they were harmless compared to those awful magazines you and Chaff like to go through”. She wrinkled her nose, and he smirked. He’d never actually looked at Chaff’s zines more than once, as they never did anything for him, but Effie seemed to be of the impression that he was doing who knows what with them, and he liked to know he wasn’t the only jealous one there.

At least on that, their marriage was balanced.

“D’you think Crane still has those pictures?”.

“No, I don’t. And if he does… Panem! That would be awfully weird, wouldn’t it?”, she put on her escort mask as a sponsor walked in front of them, aiming for the breakfast buffet already laid out at the centre of the room.

“More than that. Anyways, do not be too friendly with those sponsors”.

“You can’t seriously think I would”, she turned toward him, a flash of hurt in her eyes, “I also agreed to our arrangement”.

“I’m don’t think, sweetheart. I’m… can I be honest? I will be honest. I don’t like the idea. I understand we need to do this, and that it’s your part of the deal, but I hate it. I hate to think of the ideas those maniacs will get. If any of them try anything, you come to me. Please”.

His speech showed more vulnerability than he would have liked, but he needed her to know. That he wouldn’t mindlessly pimp her out, that he didn’t like the idea of those man touching her. He couldn’t tell her she was his wife, but he could tell her that.

With the excuse of having to arrange the pillows behind him she leaned closer to him and, taking advantage of the backrest shielding her, she whispered.

“I am yours. Always and all ways”.

The reminder of their night after the training scores made him groan, as he felt his cock twitch and his hand tingle to touch her skin. He’d have to wait, though. And if her words had brightened his mood, he tried not to let it show too much.

***

Effie’s hands shook as she laid out Haymitch’s outfit on the bed. It was a dark navy suit she’d bought him months ago on a whim, before reaping season had even started. She’d imagined him wearing it, moving in it, and concluded, right after the purchase, that it had been a smart investment.

Unfortunately, the long-awaited moment felt tainted now.

Katniss throwing the tracker jackers’ nest onto the other tributes resulted in Peeta sacrificing for the girl once more, and coming out of it badly injured. The girl wasn’t in the best shape either.  Fortunately, Rue, who watched the whole thing hidden from the ground, took over and got her to safety.

She’d tried to reason with Haymitch, but there was no way of convincing him to send something to Peeta. Throwing things hadn’t worked, and he’d been firmer than the previous days. Given that the boy was in hiding there was no reason to help him out, unless he was dying. Haymitch always had the last word, and she could only hope to convince him sometime later.

The sound of the shower stopped. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel covering him from the waist down. Her mouth went dry. Droplets of water slid down his torso, and she stared for a second too long before returning- or trying to- her attention to the suit.

“Maybe Faustina is right, maybe you are becoming too prudish”, he sneaked up behind her, pressing her back to his chest. She felt warmth pool below her stomach, and, despite herself, she relaxed against him.

“How infuriating, coming from you!”.

“We do have a little time”, he smirked against her nape. He wasn’t wrong, but he’d just showered. She didn’t want to lose time with another one.

“After the interviews”, she whispered, but pressed her backside to his crotch. His groan didn’t help her temptation, nor did his hands when they settled on her waist. God, she hated being so weak, but she wanted him. Badly.

“You’re giving me mixed signals here, sweetheart”.

When she bent over to slide down her panties, she hoped her message was loud and clear. She held onto the mattress and braced herself for him. His hands held onto her waist and slid inside of her, setting a rather slow pace to prolong the moment. She rewarded him with a soft moan.

When he was inside her, his hardness against her most sensitive spots, she felt full. Full of him, full of pride for being the reason for his arousal. It was amongst the few things she was sure of. She had a vague suspicion that he’d come to consider her a little, at least enough for their affair and work relationship to continue, but his feelings were an incognita she didn’t want to find.

Feeling her distraction he increased his pace, and she couldn’t think about anything but him and his hands travelling all over her body. When they were both spent, his hand gripped her jaw to turn her around. He kissed her with abandon, and she reciprocated. If her kisses tasted a little too much like love, she hoped he wouldn’t tell.

“How about we take your shower together?”

“Just showering, Haymitch! No improper behaviour allowed; I have a schedule to follow. Unlike you, I need to visit the prep team, and it wouldn’t do to keep Octavia, Venia and Flavius waiting”.

He snorted, pulling himself out of her. It reminded her of the first time they’d had sex without a condom, too taken by the moment to realize until they were done. Thankfully, she’d been on the drips since she was twelve. She’d started using them as a hormone stabilizer, but continued because of their contraceptive properties. He’d told her she’d taken ten years of his life with that stunt.

“Let’s go, sweetheart”.

Uncharacteristically, he listened to her this time. He touched her here and her, relishing in the softness of her skin, but otherwise kept his hands- and nether regions- to himself. When they were done he stayed in the room to dress and prepare, while she walked to the prep team's work area, undergoing the usual routine. It relaxed her, allowing her not to think for a little while.

When they were done with her she was dressed in a dark red dress that reached her mid-thighs, sported a daring decolletage, and came with a pair of matching gloves. Her wig was light blonde, almost white, and contrasted heavily with the dress and her makeup.

Cinna and Portia were aiming to bring out her sensuality, and in that dress, it wasn’t too hard to embody. She looked beautiful, tempting, like a red apple dangling from the branch of a tree. But she didn’t care about the sponsors or the audience’s opinions, no. Flattery, after some time, faded. Haymitch’s desire for her, on the other hand, lingered for longer.

When she left the prep team she took the elevator, meeting Haymitch, Chaff and Faustina backstage at Ceasar’s television studio. She was wearing a forest green dress that was dotted with real thistles. Her opposite, she looked quite innocent. Exactly what they were looking for.

She complimented her with a wink, before turning her attention to Haymitch. His eyes widened as he took in her attire, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She walked to stand by his side and heard Chaff whistle.

“Girl, you’re breaking hearts tonight. Sure you don’t want to switch districts, huh?”.

“Hey!”, Faustina protested playfully, “Finnick has been waiting for years, get in line!”

“There is no line, stop being assholes and leave my w- escort alone”.

He tripped on his words a little, and, without taking notice of what he was saying, she basked in the knowledge that she’d managed to render him speechless. They lined up with the other mentors and escorts, watching on a small screen as Ceasar started the show by introducing himself and a few of the Gamemakers. Soon, he called for the mentors and the escorts. The audience roared, calling out to them.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Dreams Do Come True!"

*This is a self insert fic so if you don't like don't read! This is for me! I've also been wanting to write this for a long time and it involves me saying how much Jon Moxley has changed my life so please don't judge*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra @switchbladebc

“I can't believe we missed it!” Mackenzie says through tears as her and Tay sit on a random bench at the wrestling convention. They were in line to meet Jon Moxley and when there were three people in front of them, security told everyone that the meet-and-greet was over. Mackenzie was absolutely crushed hearing that. “Don't worry sis, you'll get to see him next time!” Tay says as a way to comfort her sister.

“I know but we were so close! Just the absolute feeling of having a chance ripped away from you is just awful!” Her sister says as she puts her head in her hands. “I'm sorry doughnut” Tay says apologetically as she rubs her sister's back. “It's whatever, let's just go get some food or something” Mackenzie says through sniffles. Tay looks up when she sees someone sit behind her sister and smiles when an idea forms in her head.

“Maybe rehearsing what you wanted to say to him will make you feel better!” Tay says enthusiastically. “Why? So I'll get my hopes up again so they'll get shattered again?” Her sister says, which breaks Tay's heart a bit. “Come on doughnut, just for me please?” Tay asks with a pout, causing her sister to sigh. “OK fine, but don't make fun of me ok?” Mackenzie asks, Tay nodding in response. Mackenzie takes a deep breath and starts talking.

“It's been my dream to meet you because you literally changed my life! I've been a fan of yours since 2012 when you debuted in the Shield as Dean Ambrose and that's when my love of wrestling started! You kinda made me who I am today. When a little nine year old me saw you just being weird and funny on TV, it made me realize it's ok to be weird and not feel judged. You also comforted me without even knowing it.

Back when my parents fought real bad and I needed an escape, I could just turn my TV on and see you wrestle or have your Ambrose Asylum segment with Mitch the plant and all my problems go away for a while. The bottom line is thank you for helping me be me without even knowing it” She says with a small smile. She looks over and sees Tay crying. “You ok over there sis?” She asks with a laugh. “Yeah, I'm fine! It's just beautiful every time you say it!” Tay says as she fans her face.

“I agree with her, never heard anyone say that I changed their life before” a familiar voice says behind Mackenzie, causing her to freeze up. “Sis…” Mackenzie says nervously. “Yes doughnut?” Tay asks with a huge smile on her face. “Is who I think it is behind me?” Mackenzie asks, Tay nodding in response. She turns around and is face-to-face with Jon Moxley himself. “Oh my god” she says in shock. “You ok there kid?” Mox asks worryingly.

“Y-Yeah! I'm just surprised you're here! Shouldn't you be enjoying the convention or something?” Mackenzie asks curiously, causing Mox to laugh. “I should but I rather wanted to check on you” Mox says truthfully. “Really? I'm just a random fan! Why would you even care?” Mackenzie asks, receiving a serious look from Mox. “Kid, I've met tons of fans over the years and it's always rare seeing a genuine one. When everyone in line was told that they wouldn't get to meet me, you're the only one that I saw actually cry.

You looked so heartbroken because you didn't get to meet me and that actually made me feel bad for not getting to talk to you. Also made me wanna beat the shit out of security but that's besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that now knowing that a weird ass motherfucker like me actually changed someone's life makes doing this job worth it. So thanks for making my day just by being a genuine amazing fan” Mox says with a smile. Mackenzie let everything he said sink in for a moment before letting out a huge smile.

“Wow, that actually means a lot coming from you! This might ruin the moment but can I give you something I made?” Mackenzie asks as she wipes her eyes. “You made me something too? I feel honored” Mox says as Mackenzie hands him a handmade beaded bracelet she made. It's made with purple and black beads that says “Daddy Deathmatch” on it. “Now we match!” She says with excitement as she shows off hers that has the same color scheme but says “Ambrose Asylum” on it.

“Holy crap you are so precious. You wanna take a picture with me? Looks like your sister is about to explode if we don't” Mox says as he puts on the bracelet. Mackenzie turns around and sees her sister shaking almost violently. “You ok over there sis?” She asks curiously. “Yep! I'm just so happy for you! Ok picture time!” Tay says happily as she pulls out her phone. Mox and Mackenzie smile while doing the middle finger together when the picture is taken.

“Awww this is so adorable!” Tay says as she shows the picture. “I love this so much! Thank you for doing this with me!” Mackenzie says happily to Mox. “No problem kid, you guys going to the Rumble?” Mox asks curiously. “Yup, we're going there right now! She's really excited to see Seth and Roman!” Tay says excitedly, causing Mackenzie to blush embarrassingly. “Tay!” Mackenzie says embarrassingly.

“Ohhh, you're a Shield fan? I can see that! Well I got VIP access if you guys wanna come with me! I want everyone to see who my number one fan is!” Mox says with a laugh. “Wait, really?!?! We can hang out with you in VIP?!?!” Mackenzie asks with a surprised tone. “I would never lie to a fan! Plus, I have a way with sweet talking security” Mox says with a wink as he starts walking to the VIP section. “Holy crap doughnut this is so cool! Aren't you excited?” Tay asks happily but gets nothing in response.

“Doughnut?” Tay asks worryingly. She turns around and sees her sister crying again. “Doughnut! You ok?” Tay asks worryingly, Mackenzie nodding in response. “Yeah! This is a dream come true and I'm just so happy!” Mackenzie says through tears with a smile on her face. “You deserve this so much sis” Tay says happily as she hugs her sister. “I guess I do! Now come on! We gotta enjoy the Rumble in style!” Mackenzie says happily as she grabs Tay's hand and catches up to follow Mox, having the best time of her life.

[woah-were-halfway-there]

Can you expand on Carson's grad? Did the Matthews fam shower her in love and praise when it happened? And Auston her a gift cause he's so proud of his babe?

Pls of course I can 🥹 so her grad happens in June which means Auston had been gone to Arizona for close to a month. And also, a few weeks before her graduation she and Auston were talking on the phone and he basically said that some stuff came up and he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it (the reason was because of the charge which she didn’t know about because that happened before her graduation) he didn’t really say why just that there was a lot going on and that bummed her out but like she understood. However, Auston wanted to be there for her even with everything going on and thought he and his family could go and surprise her and he was staying for a week so he thought maybe then he could tell her about everything going on back in Arizona. The only thing though was that Carson could only have two guests and those two were originally going to be her dad and Auston, but when Auston said he couldn’t make Mitchy was going to take the ticket. Anyways, Auston’s family all get into Toronto the night before Carson’s grad. Her dad, Mya and Nate all know that they’re coming to surprise Carson so when she spends the evening before with them, they don’t say anything and save four extra seats for them at the ceremony. Carson sees her family beforehand but not Auston or his fam and so when her name is called to go on stage and collect her diploma, she’s met by more cheers sounding over everyone else just clapping than she was expecting so she looks out into the crowd and the first person she sees cheering is Lexie, who was in the same graduating class just sitting a few rows behind Carson, then she looked back to where the families were and saw her dad standing and cheering with Auston standing and also cheering next to him. She immediately tears up and wants to rush over to him but can’t until the ceremony is over so she texts him asking him what he’s doing there and he responds back saying “I couldn’t miss your big day. I’m so proud of you” and they just text back and forth for the rest of the ceremony basically.

Afterwards, Mitch, Steph, Mitch’s mom, Carson’s siblings and Auston’s family all meet up with Carson’s dad and Auston because they’re all going to dinner and having a night celebrating Carson they just have to wait for her and so she’s worming herself through the crowd SO excited to see her man and once they make eye contact she breaks out in a sprint, trying not to trip in her heels as she runs to him and just launches herself into just arms, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and her legs around his middle, still wearing her graduation gown and everything and just whispers “I’m so happy you’re here” as her holds her so tight and spins her around. He tells her how proud he is of her again then sets her down and they kiss before pulling each other into their embrace again. After a moment like that he says “there’s some others here to see you too” then points to where their families are waiting together just watching the two of them smiling and then they go over and Carson’s greeted by a lot more hugs and congratulations. And Auston and Carson just keep migrating back to each other feeling compelled to spend as much time together as they can and make up for lost time so they’re veryyyy touchy with one another. They all head to dinner and are joined by Mitch’s brother and dad, as well as Lexie and her family later on when they go back to Mitch’s condo to have a small graduation party for her.

That evening, when it’s just Carson and Auston back at his condo for the night, Auston gifts her a Cartier love necklace and flowers and that makes her cry but she also gives him shit for spending so much money on her but she absolutely loves the necklace and appreciates it so much. That night is quite intimate (Carson has to take a plan b the next day lmaoooo) and then they just spend the rest of the week together. Everything is seemingly so perfect that Auston doesn’t tell her about the charge because he thinks he’ll ruin how happy she is and like they were all there for Carson, he didn’t want to make it about him although his parents kept telling him “you gotta tell her.” He didn’t and told his parents he’d wait until she was visiting Arizona later in the summer which they didn’t really agree with but they knew they couldn’t make Auston’s decisions for him and so they too kept quiet. Between that time and Carson going to visit Auston in Arizona, he decides he wants to ask Carson to move in with him when they’re both back in Toronto. His parents think that’s a great idea and continue to tell him that he needs to tell her about the charge and he says he will but then he gets all nervous about asking her to move in because what if they hate living together and he just overthinks it all but figures the month she’s going to be in Arizona will give him a good feel for that. They have a biiiiig fight while she’s there, not about the charge but because he’s very tense and nitpicks everything she does around the house and she doesn’t understand why because none of that stuff bothered him when she’d stay at his place in Toronto but it’s because he’s overthinking the whole asking her to move in even he knows what he wants and so she finally snaps on him about it and leaves his place there after the fight and she considers cutting her trip short because of it but they talk it out and he admits it’s because he wants her to move in with him and overthought it and didn’t know how to ask (he was also tense about the charge but still didn’t tell her because again overthinking) and so they work that out and he doesn’t tell her about the charge because he again just thinks he’ll ruin everything. And so when that all happens in September, three months after he surprised her at her graduation, she knows he had multiple opportunities where they were alone and could’ve told her but didn’t and so that all plays into it to

[hischierdevils]

Ruin The Moment | M.M.

note: this song reminded me of mitch

summary: you take mitch as your date to a wedding but your ex is there and has questions

warnings: shitty ex, fluff, slight angst

wc: 1.4K

“Congratulations! It was a beautiful ceremony.” Mitch shakes your older brother’s hand before hugging your new sister in law. 

“Thanks, man.” Your older brother pulls you in for a hug. “It’s about time the two of you got together.” He says as he looks at you and Mitch standing next to each other. Mitch matched the color of his tie to your dress and he looked absolutely amazing in his suit.

Mitch had been your best friend since your first day at Blyth Academy. Everyone that knew the two of you had expected you to get together at one point but you never did. Mitch’s first love was always hockey and you didn’t want to pull him away from his dream. 

Cue the shock when you arrived at your brother’s wedding with Mitch as your date. You’re pretty sure your mother had tears in her eyes when she said hello to you. The only person that didn’t seem happy to see the two of you together was the best man, Jake. He also happened to be your ex-boyfriend. 

“Hopefully you’ll be the next bride.” Your new sister in law says as she hugs you. 

You smile at her as you glance over at Mitch. “I think it’s too early for that.” Even as you say it, you know he’s the only man you could ever picture walking down the aisle toward.

“Let’s get a picture of the four of you.” Your mom comes up behind you with her phone, motioning you and Mitch to stand by your brother and his bride. Mitch puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You place your hand on his chest as you smile at your mom. “You all look so good.” She cries. 

“Mom, it’s their day.” You laugh as you move away from Mitch. His hand catches yours and he intertwines your fingers before you can get too far away from him. “The reception is about to start, let’s go find our seats.” You tell him. 

You and Mitch were sitting at a table with six of your brother and sister in laws single friends since you added him as a plus one at the last minute. Mitch wasted no time in introducing the two of you to everyone at the table and chatting everyone up. 

It’s not until after the first dance when the bridal party sits down do you realize that Jake has a perfect view of you and Mitch from his seat. He obviously watches the two of you during the speeches and even makes a joke during his own about how his friendship with your brother survived dating his sister. 

Your brother looks at Mitch apologetically but Mitch shrugs it off, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You okay, y/n?” He whispers in your ear. 

“I’m fine.” You assure him before sipping on your champagne. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” 

He smiles and leans over to kiss your forehead. “There’s nowhere I'd rather be.”

After dinner, Mitch leaves you to find a bathroom before making you promise to dance with him. As if you could ever tell him no. As soon as Mitch is out of sight, Jake drops into his empty seat. “Nothing to worry about, huh?” 

You roll your eyes before turning your head to look at him. You’re a little surprised to feel nothing when you look into his green eyes. Blue is a little more your color now. “Mitch and I were just friends when you and I were together.” You explain. 

“Yeah, okay.” Jake huffs. “You ditched me for him anytime he was in town. I don’t know why I stayed so long.”

“You cheated on me.” You remind him through gritted teeth. “What does it matter now anyway?” 

“I just want you to admit that I'm not entirely at fault, y/n.” Jake tries to place his hand on top of yours but you pull away from him. “We were so good when we were good.”

“But we were usually bad.” You say, remembering the arguments, the sleepless nights on the couch. 

“I was jealous of him.” Jake says motioning to Mitch’s name tag at the table. “Clearly for good reason.” 

“You treated me like shi-”

“Excuse me.” Mitch’s voice sounds behind you as you feel a large hand rest on your shoulder. “I’d like to dance with my girl.” 

You allow Mitch to lead you to the dance floor and you eagerly step into his embrace as he holds you for a slow song. “I should’ve known he’d try something.” Mitch murmurs in your ear. 

“It’s fine.” You insist. “I’m fine.” 

“Y/n, if you just told your brother…” 

“They’ve been friends just as long as you and I have.” You tell him. “I don’t want to come between them.” 

Mitch rests his chin on the top of your head as the two of you sway back and forth. “If your brother knew the way Jake treated you he wouldn’t want to be his friend.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Deep down, you’re not so sure that that’s true. Your brother and Jake have always been close. Sometimes you wonder if he knew how awful Jake was to his girlfriends. 

As the night continues and Mitch gets more alcohol inside of him, he starts losing pieces of his outfit. First it’s the suit jacket, and then his tie. On his third trip back from the bathroom he’s missing his belt. 

“Looks like you’re going to have your hands full tonight.” Your sister in law jokes as Mitch attempts to grind on you. “He can’t keep his hands off of you.”

You blush as you wrap your arms around his neck. “He’s affectionate enough without alcohol.” You laugh. Deep down you love how handsy he is, but he doesn’t need to know that right at this moment. 

“You look beautiful tonight, y/n/n.” Mitch whispers in your ear as you dance together. He keeps you close to him all night, spinning you around the dance floor and kissing your forehead or cheeks any chance he gets. 

When you finally decide to call it a night, Mitch holds your hand and skips to your car. “You should drink, I drove.” He tells you as he opens the driver side door for you. 

You laugh and kiss his cheek. “I will drive, yes. Can you get in the car okay?” 

“Yeah, watch!” Mitch happily sprints around your car and opens the passenger door, effectively hitting himself in the face. “Shit.” 

“Oh my god, Mitchy.” You run around the car and place your hands on his face as you inspect him for any blood. “Are you okay?” 

He gives you a dopey grin. “I’m fine now that you’re here.” 

You roll your eyes and help him up. “C’mon let's get you home.” Once he’s safely in the car you get in the driver’s seat. 

As you drive, Mitch sings along with the radio and you fall in love with him even more as he sings your favorite song to you. “You know, this would be a perfect wedding song.” He tells you seriously. 

“Oh yeah?” You laugh as you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “First dance or walk down the aisle?” 

“First dance for sure.” He smiles at you. “You’d look so good in a wedding dress.” Your heart soars as Mitch continues to talk about what he would do for his hypothetical wedding. 

When you pull into his driveway, he slumps in his seat. “Do you need help?” You ask as you’re already reaching over to undo his seatbelt. 

“No, I'm just not ready for this night to end.” He turns his head toward you and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you. “Thanks for letting me be your fake date tonight.” 

Reality washes over you as you watch your best friend reach for the door handle. You consider admitting your feelings to him for a moment but decide that it’s not the right time. It never is. “Of course, Mitchy. Thanks for coming with me tonight.”

He reaches over to boop your nose with his finger before he opens the door. “I’ll always be here for you.” He gets out of the car and gives you a little wave. “Good night, y/n.” 

“Good night.” You reply before he shuts the door and starts walking toward his front door. “I love you.” 

[deanscroissant]

Chris Knight headcanon #1

“I saw your recent post about headcanons for Chris Knight, and I adore Real Genius! It's a funny movie movie, I love it. Would you be up to the idea of how Chris would be when you and him are studying together?” ~ Anon

A/N: so sorry it took a while to write. life happened lol. pls be gentle with me because this is my first headcanon. i also kind of went a little overboard so i hope this is okay. thanks for the request! if anyone else want to request then shoot me an ask. tyyyy 😁

okay Chris is an absolute sweetheart

he’ll make sure you have everything you need before studying: water, snacks, sharpened pencils, pens, highlighters, etc.

you do not play when it comes to studying and he knows it, so if he even just so move a muscle to pick up one of those gadgets he’s made then you’ll kick him out of his own dorm

but when he can tell you’re overworking yourself he’ll tell you to stop and take a break

when you would ace a test he’ll throw you a party each time

and when you would do bad on one (the worst you’ve ever gotten was a C) he still throws you a party and pamper you because, as he would say, “to my knowledge, there is no ‘c’ in failure. but i do know ‘Kent’ and ‘failure’ both have an ‘e’.”

you loved how he would cheer you up by just cracking jokes

before finals week approached, chris surprises you by taking you out on a weekend getaway to a concert of your favorite band

“are you kidding me?! these must have cost a fortune!” you gasped as you stared at the tickets in your hand.

“they weren’t when i threatened the guy who i brought them from.”

you giggled and jumped in his arms, “thank you, baby.”

“of course.” he said, smiling as he pulled you closer into him.

he loved making you happy just to see your beautiful smile + you deserved to be happy

you were hit with reality when you got back on campus Sunday night

you were scared as hell for your first final tomorrow and started to regret going on that weekend trip

“chris, do you think it was a good idea to go on that trip when we could have been studying?”

“yeah i think so. we’d probably have fried brains at this point if we did, don’t you think?”

you shrugged, “i guess so.”

“don’t worry, y/n. you got this. if you doubt yourself then you’ll do terrible on the test.”

“that’s what i always do, huh? doubting myself.” you said melancholy as you sat on your bed.

“yeah and you over think.” he squats down to your level, lifting your head up by your chin to look at him. he gently caresses your chin with his thumb. “i took you on the trip for that reason. believe in yourself, y/n…because i believe in you. can you promise me that?”

his viridian-colored eyes stared back into yours waiting for an answer. a moment went by before you smiled at him, “i think that can happen, captain.”

chris jumped up, threw his hand in the air, and yelled a cheerful, “Hell yeah!” before picking you up from the bed—bridal style— spinning you around as you let out a fit of laughter

you were passing your exams left and right all week, and when it came friday for your last exam, you passed that one as well!

when chris heard the news he was so happy for you. and you were happy for him of course, even though you knew he would ace all of his in one day

chris decided to go out to dinner to celebrate finishing the semester with you, along with mitch, jordan, ick, and lazlo.

then you guys went to a carnival and when chris would win anything from a game he would give it to you

“babe, no you deserved this. that was a really hard game.” you told him as you handed it back to him, but only for him to push your hand away.

“no, it’s for you. now come on! i got to win you one more prize for the last exam you passed.” he faked groaned and playfully rolled his eyes before taking your hand in his, smiling cheekily when he heard you laughing behind him.

so yeah even though chris graduates and you have one year left, he’s still gunna be your study buddy and cheering you on until then.

[eyelessfaces]

the price to pay

llewyn davis x reader

summary: furtive touches at a dinner with the Gorfeins quickly turn into a more dangerous game, but it's a game you're more than willing to play.

warnings: smut (minors dni), language

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, sub!llewyn, both llewyn and reader being absolute menaces

word count: 1.5k

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It wasn’t unusual for you and Llewyn to dine at the Gorfeins. It happened at least once every month, and the Gorfeins loved you. They were delighted when Llewyn introduced you to them, and they were so proud and happy for Llewyn as if he were their own son and as if they had just been introduced to their future kid in law. 

What was unusual was the both of you having to stay in their living room for the night, in their sofa bed, Lillian having insisted that you stayed here as you had drunk quite a good amount of wine throughout the evening. You insisted that you were fine and that you would be able to go home, but your politeness took over and you eventually accepted to stay over.

Another thing you hadn’t planned was that you would, one day, be giving Llewyn a handjob at the Gorfeins. 

It wasn’t the alcohol taking over your actions; it was the reminiscence of all of Llewyn’s tentative and teasing brushes against your thigh under the table while you were asking informative questions about Mitch’s lectures. Llewyn probably thought it would be funny to play that game and to disrupt you while you were so innocently bonding with his longtime friend.

Your boyfriend was sneaky and cocky about it; his hand slowly easing along your clothed thigh, going up and down, but growing bolder and going higher and higher at each move, while still looking at the couple in front of him, nodding and smiling at them with the most natural behavior you had ever seen from him.

The bastard enjoyed it. You knew he did. Because you knew him like no one else and because of his widening, smug smirk when you squeezed his fingers under the table.

And as the tease Llewyn is, he never fully acted on his deeds, just purposefully leaving you feeling aroused and unsatisfied.

So of course, after you helped Lillian clear the table and do the dishes and settled to go to bed, you knew you had to take your revenge. There was no way he could get away with this that easily.

Llewyn slid under the stuffed plaid after tossing his trousers on the floor, and you joined him but sat on your knees before straddling him. 

Llewyn frowns as you do so, a bit surprised, but smiles and puts his hands over your hips.

You chuckle and put a hand to his hip. “You thought you could tease me all evening long and not pay for it?” you ask rhetorically while your hand slips inside of his boxers. “I’m gonna be so fucking worse.” you whisper in the shell of his ear, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He’s to your delight already hard, a soft gasp escaping his mouth, and his head falls back into the cushion as your hand starts moving.

“Fuck— If this is the price I have to pay” he chuckles. “That’s a nice revenge I gotta admit” he smirks, looking back at you again.

You huff out a small laugh. “Don’t be too cocky about it you could regret it” you affirm as you sweep your thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the leaking precum over it before going back to pumping him again. 

“Hah fuck–” he breathes out, breaking eye contact as his head is drawn back once again and a moan falls from his lips.

You tut and brush back the few curls falling over his forehead with your free hand.

“You’re gonna need to be extra quiet or we’re never stepping inside this apartment ever again, I highly doubt Lillian will love us as much if she hears you and comes to check on us just to discover what we’re doing on their couch” you coo at him, your hand fervently going up and down his length, contrasting with your soft and careful gestures with his curls.

He shakes his head and his teeth are anchored to his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Can you— not mention Lillian while you’re jerking me off? Ruins the vibe” he huffs out.

You giggle silently and nuzzle his neck, planting a sloppy kiss there while twisting your wrist to stroke him just the way he likes.

“Shit— baby” he wails softly. He squeezes harder on your hip, his other hand meeting his forehead as he’s trying his best not to let any loud noise out.

You keep on stroking him like that, soft and quiet sounds escaping his mouth, curse words mumbled under his breath.

He was doing surprisingly good considering how vocal he could get sometimes.

“You’re doing so fucking good Llewyn” you mumble against his neck, and your praise makes a sweet, almost high-pitched sigh escape his lips.

His hand slides under your shirt, meeting your cold flesh as his fingers anchor down on your hip. It’s a way for him to steady himself but you’re pretty sure it is going to leave a bruise considering the pressure he puts on grabbing you there.

“Fuck that feels so good” he mumbles against your hair, and you set to a more steady, calm pace, taking your time to fully take him in your hand.

“Yeah?” you ask, hand shifting on his cock so your finger is tracing every vein, the movement pulling out a low grunt from him.

He nods vividly, his mouth too busy biting on his bottom lip so no obscene sound escapes. He’s biting so hard he’s pretty sure it’s going to bleed as winter hasn’t been so kind on his chapped lips.

Your thumb hovers over the head again, tracing circles there, and he lets out a repressed exhale before his hips jolt forward, his body trembling under you. You know damn well what that means and if he thinks he can do that that easily; he’s wrong.

“Don’t cum yet.” you order looking up at him, stopping every movement on his throbbing length.

The moonlight allows you to see the disgruntled expression on his face as his feeling of pleasure slowly progressively washes away. “Really?” he whimpers, the back of his head buried deeper behind him as a disappointed sigh falls from his mouth.

You smile smugly, cupping his cheek with your free hand before kissing it.

“That’s just-”

“The consequences of my own actions, yeah” he completes your sentence with a sigh.

“Exactly” you mumble against his skin, tracing a trail of soft kisses from his jawline down to his neck, fully exposed thanks to his thrown back head. “Told you I wouldn’t go easy on you” you whisper before your hand suddenly goes back to stroking him intensely, your fingers tracing from base to tip faster than ever.

You’re glad your free hand is fast enough to cover his mouth, blocking what would have probably gotten you kicked out of this apartment. Llewyn’s eyes go wide, and you can’t help biting your own lip at the intensity of the moment. 

Your hand leaves Llewyn’s mouth once he gets adjusted to the pace, and you just know he desperately wants to insult you, but he’s having way too much pleasure to do so.

“Hah baby—” he chokes out, his eyes squeezing shut as his face contorts in pleasure.

His cock is pulsing into your hand, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip as his fingers grip on your hip harder than ever when he cums into your fist.

A broken moan escapes his lips, and you help him ride his high as you pump into him a few last times, hot ropes of cum dripping along your fisted hand. 

His head falls back one last time, and his chest rises up and down as he slowly tries to catch his breath. 

He’s silent and doesn’t move, waiting for the wave of pleasure to crash, then he finally moves to prop himself on his elbows. He lets out a sigh of relief before shaking his head.

“I don’t know if I should insult you or thank you” he whispers, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

You laugh silently, and he grabs the back of your head to pull you into a kiss.

It’s not revengeful; it’s not even remotely rough. It’s soft but also kinda firm, it’s the thank you he wants to tell you without actually saying it out loud.

“Fuck you though” he whispers as he pulls away, shifting to kiss your cheek.

“You wish, but you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet” you tease, and he smiles against his will before putting his hand over your mouth and shoving you away, making you fall besides him.

“Shut up” he laughs as he snuggles to your side. “You’re gonna pay for this and I won’t be kind, but we’ll do it at home so I can get to hear just how bad I make you suffer” he whispers into your ear, his words forming goosebumps over your skin.

“Deal” you nod, brushing off your feeling of arousal growing even more.

“Deal.” he repeats, closing his eyes as his head rests against your shoulder.

And hell, does he make you pay for it, and luckily Lillian and Mitch seem to have heard nothing about your shenanigans as you’re invited again the next month.

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