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keyofradiance · 2 years

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an analysis on yazs issues with connections, trust, and (possible) abandonment bc i cant stop thinking about it:

this was supposed to be just an analysis abt her in just one scene, but i am not normal so its way longer now

aka the yasmina fadoula is NOT good at relationships with people long post. its long as hell and less of a post and more of an ordeal. also i bolded the dialogue if its not by yaz. youre welcome to add on to the post, esp in the miscellaneous sections. spoilers for all seasons under the cut

yasmina fadoula is a bit of a loner. of course we dont get to really see this a lot beyond s1 as they bond a lot after that lol. but i would like outline two scenes in particular. weve seen this less than social expressed before in the season (the part where brook tries to film her comes to mind) but i would like to firstly mention the scene where sammy first tries to talk to her. when first mentioned in the episode, yaz is a distance away from the rest of the campers, drawing (this most likely just for plot reasons, but i find it interesting how shes with them but not hanging out. together but isolated). in this scene kenji also says she probably just wants to be alone. sometimes. the very next scene she continues the behavior of sitting close to where kenji/brooklynn/darius/ben hang out, but not interacting with them, instead trying to wipe down her book (note: she also is very clearly listening to the conversation in this scene). and this is when sammy comes in, with an absolutely unabashed offer of friendship, heart on her sleeve so to speak. and yaz just is caught off guard. when sam says “no one likes the shell. it stops people from getting to know you,” yaz responds with “bingo,” and thats what leads me to believe that human connection has hurt her before. shes not ready to let someone in, not ready to play with fire again. but, this conversation, the “im not giving up,” line we hear in s3, leaves the door open for more. maybe they could be acquaintances

now, in the episode, what we see is yaz not really being used to someone as boisterous as sammy, especially with sammy wanting to be friends so clearly. and with the likelihood of yaz probably not having friends, being with sammy would probably be like being at a party but with no quiet corner to sink into. but through some blunders and a bit of life threatening danger (par for the course in this show) and a speech that was Most Definitely Totally All For The Dinosaur, I Swear You Guys has yaz realize that she can trust sammy. and maybe its not easy, but its worth a shot. it maybe awkward and clumsy, but hey, shes only here for a bit, why not talk to someone. and maybe shes not really a hugger, but she can let it go

i also would like to note the reason yaz states for taking up drawing, “to kill time during track meets”. interesting. also one the drawings is of what we can assume is a t rex eating a person. now, if you remember, darius’s story at the beginning actually mentions a t rex. maybe its coincidence, maybe yaz was actually listening to the story all along.

but thats just with the other campers, how about the other people we see in the series? lets start with eddie. when we first see him and he shines the lamp on the camp fam, yaz actually takes up a fighting stance. she doesnt talk at all during the scene, or even take any cake. the closest we get to her and eddie talking is when she says “ow,” when she trips on bumpy while chasing him. ok, how about mitch, tiff, and hap? asks 1 question (“did you get stuck out here too?”) in the whole getting to camp part. ehh ok, but lets look beyond that, we are with them for several episodes after all. lets talk the breakfast scene. we get a whole other comment (“so many attacks,”) and its just in response to darius. ok, maybe the writers just didnt know what to really do with her. lets talk the scene where brooklynn sees hap being suspicious while everyone does something else. whats yaz doing? just chilling with sammy. not talking, even tho tiff is right there. ok i think my point here has been made lets skip to when we see mae for the first time, bc dr. wu isnt a really a stranger to her. on the journey over to her cave, we set a record for amount of lines yaz has in a persons intro scene: 3! yay! and then an additional one in the cave. wooo! the six months on a dinosaur infested island w/ only 5 other people helped her social skills. they arent perfect, but theyre definitely better, and she still sticks to her quieter tendencies.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep1 camp cretaceous, s1ep3 the cattle drive, s1ep5 happy birthday, eddie, s2ep4 salvation, s3ep6 the long run, and s4ep3 turning dr. turner.

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yaz’s handling of (possible) abandonment by friends is um. something. i only have two examples though. firstly, lets talk about s3 and what makes yaz realize she could be abandoned after leaving the island. the scene with ben. “after we go home, its not like any of us will ever see each other again.” “sure we will!” “doubt it. were spread all over the country. factor in time, money, life. you get the idea.” and as kenji tells him off, yaz hangs back with a pensive expression, as the storm gets ready to roll in. i love symbolism.

and so, we get into the real part id like to discuss. yaz’s conversation with sammy. in this we can see yaz’s doubts and fears come through as she tries to shut down their relationship, so that there is no pain of any abandonment or drifting apart, because if the bond was only made due to “running for [their] lives all the the time,” it wouldnt be something to be hurt over, right? and so, while she reinforces the fence around camp, she does the same for her heart. and sammy? sammy knows that this isnt really what either of them want, but shes not strong with her words. so what is there to really say, especially with someone who cant hear it right now.

but thats something that we see yaz initiate, thats on her own terms. how about something that is very much not on her terms, kenjis betrayal of the camp fam? how does yasmina, worlds normalest person about all things relationships react? she retroactively goes wow i should not have trusted him. as weve seen, this is pretty much par for the course, this distancing from people. but in this she also pushes down her own range of emotions, instead focusing about how she was stupid to have let this happen to her. like, shes the second last person to go when darius leaves to go try and figure out whats up with big and little eatie.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s3ep5 the eye of the storm, s5ep4 evasive action

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yaz also does not do good with trust being broken. at all. girl CRASHES a car because she had found out sammy lied about a PHONE. (to be fair the whole day had been extremely tough, there was a “monster dinosaur” out there that had tried to eat them twice) and then when sammy comes out with the fact that shes here entirely to spy, well, she cannot handle it. and so, she uses the same distancing tactics as before, unable to accept the hurt. she denies that it could have been real at all, and rescinds the special permission of being allowed to touch her. and this is our first glimpse (timeline wise) into how bad yazs issues with relationships are. and yet, theres still more for these guys! we also get a scene w/ them after yaz hurts her ankle. i cant talk for a lot of it bc its sort of just the same stuff lol, but we do get and explicit mention yaz had considered them as friends until this point (and she does go back to doing so). which is pretty realistic in a character whos clearly had some rough experiences with connection like yaz has.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep5 happy birthday, eddie, s1ep6 welcome to jurassic world

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yaz takes the want to be useful to the people to a higher level then most people would. this causes her to be a bit impulsive at times when trying to help, doing things that could hurt her as well as not really thinking things through. lets start with what yaz herself has to say on it, “i dont give up” “im the track star. the person my coaches, my team, everybody relies on. but now... but now im not. and if im not strong anymore... what good am i?” and this really goes to show how truly well she fits the team player role, she truly embodies it to an unhealthy degree. and she wants to be reliable, to her new team (the camp fam), and that want to prove herself to this team, and if she cant use two of her biggest skills, how is she supposed to do this? and i think this is where her impulsivity stems from, this want to help the team. and so this is where the scene with the mosasaurus comes in. in this scene we get to see this reliability savior thing shes got going on backfire on her, as while, yes, she saves sammy and darius, the mosasaur also goes straight for her.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep6 welcome to jurassic world, and s2ep2 the art of chill

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yaz, i believe, shows two major outlets during the show, both of which she uses to connect with people; her art and exercising. soo, lets talk about her art first, and how she uses it. when yaz opens up to sammy for the first time, the way she does it is through showing and talking about her art, and we know its definitely something close to her heart through the way she absolutely deflates when she thinks sammy doesnt like them, and with the portrait of her mom we see in the nightmare sequence, it can be assumed that this is how yaz has been dealing with her homesickness. and when yaz realizes sammys having a hard time with the goodbyes n stuff she tries to help by giving her a drawing of all of them. and while this is a small detail, there is the scene where we get to see yaz draw for darius’ field guide, even taking criticism on the piece. not super huge, but as we know yaz can be pretty down on her own artistic abilities, so the moment is actually kinda big for her.

now, to touch on her exercising as an outlet. while we dont get to see it as much as her art, ironically enough. its probably because most of the running she does is for her life. firstly, id like to talk about the moment where she talks to darius about “sometimes [we] get so stuck in [our] head[s] that [we] cant see whats happening in front of [us],” so, to combat that, we have to do something to get out of our head, something fun. for yaz, thats exercising, as she tells darius. for darius, thats learning new dinosaur facts. (as he puts it, “very different definitions of fun,”). and, hey, maybe it isnt her thing, but hes the one this is for, so she can put it aside her own feelings on it and most of her snark (most of).

lets talk about when we can see this actually happening in season 5. now, this is where i, yes, get to talk about yaz’s crush on sammy. round of applause. when we first get to hear about her crush, yaz doesnt want to act on it at all. now, we dont get it explicitly, but based on what ive talked about, id imagine she is still afraid of changes in her relationships, especially with territory as uncharted as a relationship, let alone one with another girl. but when she takes her own advice, gets out of her head, and really lets her think, because, yea, change could be scary, but if she had let that fear overpower her in the beginning, she wouldnt have this now. (something something “its not finding your perfect half. its the trying and reaching and failing. love is being willing to ruin your good painting for the chance at a great one. is this really the boldest stroke you can make?”) and so she is willing to share her feelings, even if sammy doesnt feel the same. and in both cases it does work out! yazs advice helps darius find the beacon, and her decision to tell sammy about her feelings actual has them ending up together.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep3 the cattle drive, s2ep1, a beacon of hope, s2ep3 the watering hole, s4ep1 beneath the surface, s4ep4 rude awakening, s5ep7 the leap, and s5ep9 the core.

other media referenced in this section:

the half of it, 2020, directed by Alice Wu.

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some final thoughts/comments: i wrote this over 2 days w/ no editing. sorry if some sections are lackluster or whatnot. also based on my analysis i think yaz has adhd and autism because a lot of the stuff she does i do too, feel free to ask me about it btw. the quote from the half of it is only really tangentially related but its an absolutely amazing quote and movie. watch it. all the pictures are not mine. also i didnt really know what to say, but the scene where yaz, brook, kenji, and sammy are trying to make it to the boat is pretty interesting. ok post over

#camp cretaceous #jwcc spoilers #bee buzzes #dont like the structure of this. but its a tumblr post and not a doc so i dont particularly care enough to fully clean it up. maybe later #bee scribbles #yasmina fadoula #character analysis #i debated on having the third part in the abandonment bit but i think theyre pretty different so i didnt

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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“your turn”

Harry Styles was a romantic. He hated weddings. Rori Williams was practical. She hated weddings, too. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue.

A story of two semi-strangers to lovers with weddings, drunken confessions, and girls with two names.

gif has nothing to do with it but he looks fancy and i like it :) tpwk

Hi! this is for @meetmeinfleetwood to lovers fic challenge! and it’s a little cruel of me to post it today after those wedding pics came out but i have been working on this for awhile and tomorrow’s the deadline so if it’s too soon im sorry and if its just what you need enjoy! I used prompts 12 and 15! It’s my first ofc story which is a little strange for me but i wanted to use a name for this, but besides her hair and eye color and a name she’s pretty generic,,, idk thank you all for always reading and all of that. lmk what you think and reblogs are always really appreciated

Word Count: 9.3k | Warnings: drinking, swearing, implied? smut (couldn’t bring my heart to write any my apologies), harry being a silly drunk, mentions of being afraid of someone taking advantage of someone under the influence but ofc no! actual any misconduct -- a SITCH wedding!!! so cute ::))

Harry Styles was a romantic.

He loved love songs that professed their undying love for their significant other. He loved romance movies, rom coms especially, because they were happy and in love and he got to cry and laugh all in one. He loved writing his own songs about love and he loved spreading the idea of loving and treating others with kindness. He loved first dates and the relationships that sometimes sprouted out of them. He loved reading books about love and how to make it last. He loved poetry that waxed eloquent about love. He loved love.

He hated weddings.

Well, he hadn’t always hated weddings. In the beginning, they were like every other aspect of love, he loved them. But slowly, as he kept receiving announcements of engagement and wedding invitations and he kept not sending out letters of his own, his aversion grew.

Sure, he still loved going. He still wept for the happy couples when they committed themselves to each other. He still clapped profusely and danced to the dj or live band. He still tried to enjoy it. But with weddings he had a nagging sense in the back of his head reminding him that he still hadn’t found it yet. Each of his relationships had fallen short in some way as to not lead him to this destination. So when he sat at his assigned table at these various gatherings, he held a bit of apprehension, a bit of envy, about everything going on. He knew that his smiles were all a little forced and his laugh not quite genuine. His thoughts always managed to be controlled by his green-eyed monster that he always attempted to keep locked away. But at weddings, especially when the alcohol started flowing, he had a harder time controlling it.

Seeing all his friends getting together, getting married, and having children wore on him. Wore him thin more than he ever let on to anyone but his therapist. And his therapist couldn’t seem to give him a better answer than to be patient and not give up hope.

By 2021, Harry had decided that maybe he was just meant to be alone. Love was something he could admire, but it wasn’t meant for him. He could chase it, but it would never let him have it. He was unlucky in love and by Sarah and Mitch’s wedding in the Spring, he had come to terms with it.

He had even been optimistic for it, being Mitch’s Best Man and all had gotten his hopelessly romantic heart all aflutter. He was introduced to Sarah’s Maid of Honor, Renee Williams and she had been lovely. She was 31, a little older than Harry - but age wasn’t something that deterred him, and she had worked with Sarah in Los Angeles before Harry recruited Sarah for the band. They were best of friends and Sarah had known for a long time that Renee would be her Maid of Honor.

When Harry met Renee, he was sure that she was meant to be his person. She was beautiful and hilarious, her beauty mark at the side of her lip was so utterly unique he called her a “right Marilyn”. She insisted she was not a Marilyn Monroe type at all and had laughed. Harry had charmed her with his expert flirting and claimed that just because she was a brunette didn’t mean she was a Marilyn. She had smiled and bantered through the rehearsal dinner with him at her side. He was entranced, it had to be Renee, he had been so sure of it.

When Renee had walked down the aisle just before Sarah, Harry had been sure of it. When Renee had smiled at Harry as Mitch slipped on Sarah’s wedding band, Harry had been sure of it. When he had hooked his arm around hers as they walked down the aisle and into a foyer, Harry had been sure of it. When she laughed at his jokes while they waited for their wedding party photos to be taken, Harry had been sure of it.

When Renee walked up to Harry at the reception with another man wrapped around her, Harry wasn’t so sure of it anymore.

“Harry, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Corey,” Renee smiles giddily between the two men.

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at the word ‘boyfriend’ and he swallows harshly before blinking and putting on a sweet smile. He thrusts his right hand out for Corey to shake.

“Hullo, mate,” Harry says happily.

Corey greets Harry, extending his hand to meet Harry’s with a warm smile and a “how are you”. Harry laughs boisterously and takes a sip of his champagne flute. They shake hands with a firm up and down motion.

“Planning on getting really drunk,” Harry says in response to Corey’s question. “Have a great night, you two,” he finishes and stalks off for a refill.

Renee watches him go with a little bit of a confused look on her face. She sees him tilt his head back and finish his drink before turning to face her boyfriend and peck his cheek. She mumbles to him, “He’s a really nice guy, wouldn’t stop chatting my ear off the past few days. All these people must make him antsy.”

He nods back to her, “They must.”

Harry sidles up to the open bar, discarding his empty flute and exchanging it for a much stronger drink.

“Tequila. Neat...Please.” He sighs and runs a hand through his curls that are slowly becoming less and less coiffed. His fingers slide to the collar of his shirt and tug, attempting to loosen it a little.

“Rough night already?” Someone asks from beside him.

His face turns to them and sees a smiling brunette. Her eyes are big, larger than most eyes he’s come across. They’re brown with tinges of gold and green, likely making them hazel by her standard since most people prefer saying hazel eyes to brown. Her smile is bright and clean and if Harry hadn’t already heard her speak he would assume she was American from that smile. It was perfect, too perfect - the teeth both straight and blindingly white.

He raises his eyebrows at her and thinks about his response. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them parted, but he remains silent when the bartender hands him his tequila. Harry wraps a specifically less ringed hand tonight, he had forgone his ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings as well as the rest of them actually on his left hand. His right hand still had two: the large flashing lavender gemstone encrusted in a gold casing from Stevie Nicks on his middle finger and then a clean gold signet ring with little crosses on the sides on the adjacent ring finger. Every other finger was noticeably empty. So when he picks up the glass there is no familiar clink which draws the attention of himself.

The woman doesn’t pay any attention to his hand, she’s still waiting for him to respond to her question, as well as waiting for her other drink to be made. She was taking advantage of the two drink system and getting two for herself right now, so she didn’t have to come back until much later.

“You have no idea,” is how Harry decides to respond and then turns to leave. He forgets about the woman and sits at his assigned table for his entire drink, talking casually with the people who come to speak with him.

When he's finished, he goes back to the bar to order a second tequila. He thinks about the girl who had stared at him with her big brown eyes. How she had seen him and thought to ask how his night was when it seemed to be going to shit. And how he had blown her off with barely a glance. God, he could be such a prick. After he receives his drink, he forgets yet again and continues to drown his sorrows in the golden liquid that helps him numb the pain that he had once again missed out on his fairytale love story.

The girl Harry had run into sat in the corner of the ballroom for the majority of the night. She settled on just having that first round of drinks for herself and one glass of obligatory champagne during the toasts. Other than that, she had promised herself she wouldn’t get drunk and go off with a random stranger. This was not a wedding for that. This wedding couldn’t be for that. She just needed to keep her head low and try to have a semi-pleasant time.

When she was nursing her champagne through the toasts, the man at the bar caught her eye again. She knew who he was. He was the Best Man after all. Sarah talked about him a lot, even Renee after the past few days, but seeing him at the bar had been the first time she’d ever seen him up that close. It was strange, he was so human. So tangible in that moment. His shoulders shook with each breath he took. His fingers tapped as they waited for his drink. His green eyes blinked and darted around as he took in his surroundings and even looked at her. He simply was and it had startled her to see him in a slightly bewildered state at the bar, but again, she wasn’t one to judge.

Get through the wedding. Try to have a semi-pleasant time.

It was time for the Best Man’s speech. Renee had just given the Maid of Honor’s and now Harry was up. He stood up and wavered a little as he tried to stand up straight. The neat tequila likely makes his stance a little harder to maintain. Mitch looks up at Harry at his side and smiles fondly.

Harry raises one hand in an awkward wave while the other is planted firmly on the table.

“Hullo,” he starts, “I’m Harry and I’m the Best Man, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

The entire group of guests laugh wholeheartedly, taken by the talented young man.

“To start,” he stutters, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol he’s had, and his smile slithers into a smirk. “Let’s hear it for the bride and groom, the lovely Sarah and Mitch Jones!”

Queue the laughter again. Harry laughs too when Mitch slaps his arm playfully, he turns to look at him with a mock ‘what did I do wrong’ expression.

“I had a speech written out, took a week to write, made it nice and poetic for these two lovebirds, but it seems I’ve misplaced it,” he pats at his pockets and sighs before rubbing his forefinger at his bottom lip. “I hate weddings.”

Everyone laughs again, thinking he’s joking. Harry grimaces but it passes as a smile even though she can tell it doesn’t meet his eyes.

He rambles on for a few minutes about love and commitment, how this is just the beginning for Sarah and Mitch and everyone laughs at the appropriate times and just when he’s wrapping up, successfully stumbling through his messy mind, everyone begins to clap.

“To the happy couple…” queue applause, but she sees him say something else, it’s drowned out by the crowd cheering and clinking glasses again.

He sits back down, downing his champagne glass that’s been refilled twice already during the speeches. Mitch leans over and whispers something in Harry’s ear as he twists a hand through his hair. Harry shifts away from Mitch and gives him a look, telling Mitch that he’s fine.

The party goes on, a few more speeches, a few more glasses of champagne for Harry, a few more sighs from the girl in the back of the room.

She watches the first dance of Mitch and Sarah but once that part is over she slinks off. She’s got half a drink left and all she wants is to be alone. Tired of the party, tired of the people, tired of having to try to have a good time. The Rowland-Jones Party had rented the entire place out, so she wanders out of the main room and down a hallway until the music is a faint buzz in her ear. The air grows colder as the amount of people dwindles from over a hundred to one.

There’s a door to her right that has an intricate golden handle that she pulls down on. It opens quietly onto a similar ballroom that is slightly smaller than the one the party was going on in. It’s quiet and spacious, her steps echo as she enters on heeled feet. The clicking of her satin stilettos resonate against the linoleum. She walks to the center of the room and turns around herself, lifting her head to the light in the room. An ornate chandelier is still above her, it’s the same gold as the handle that let her in. Her eyes travel to the walls that contain swirls of gold as well, everything was encrusted in gold and splotchy vintage mirrors. It was beautiful and she saw herself in the reflection of one of those splotchy vintage mirrors and actually felt beautiful in that moment.

No one else saw her but herself and she thought she was beautiful, a fleeting thought as she watched her body move. No one to watch as her reflection swayed with her. Her lavender dress swished back and forth, the end of it brushing around her ankles. The tulle fabric climbed her torso, cinching at her waist and draping over her breasts. The sleeves fluttered over her shoulders and ended midway down her upper arm. The somewhat sheer material made her tan skin look all the more carmely in the golden light of the chandelier. Her pendant necklace was silver and glinted in the light as it sat evenly over her exposed clavicle and decolletage.

In the corner opposite of the door there was a single table with three chairs. It seemed whoever was meant to put things away had grown tired and left these out. She wasn’t complaining as she crossed the floor to take a seat. It was the perfect escape. It was quiet and not too cold in the room, which was especially nice since she had left her jacket in the coat room. What wasn’t so nice is that her phone had died and she had nothing to do in the room. It wasn’t horrible though, she had wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She just feared what would happen if she sat alone too long with no escape of the internet to drown those thoughts.

That contemplation was squashed with an unwitting solution not ten minutes later. She had been sitting at the table, sipping her drink occasionally and staring at the chandelier. Sighing with content that it was finally silent beside the clink of her melting ice cubes. The house mixed drink was strong, but with each passing second it grew more and more diluted. She considered herself completely sober.

She only questioned that when she noticed a second person in the room. She hadn’t heard them open the door, but she heard their loud footsteps shortly after.

He all but stumbled in and was entranced by the chandelier like she had been. He walks to the center in a similar fashion and twists around, only this time his balance isn’t as good as hers. He ends up on his ass, legs splayed in front of him and hands behind him only cushioning his fall a little. He lets out a huff, “Fuck.” He runs a hand over his face before bringing it down to look around the room again. His eyes are foggy with alcohol, everything hazy and slightly blurry. It feels like he’s moving with superspeed but as she watches him with a tilted head she wonders why he’s moving so slowly.

He squints while looking around after a moment, running a hand through his thoroughly tousled hair. His tongue comes to wet his lips, but this time it's for a touch too long like he’s genuinely tasting the liquor on them. She raises her brows, observing him, her presence seemingly unknown.

“Oi, you!” He slurs the words and points lazily at her reclined in her chair. “Are you real?”

She half smiles and replies with a simple ‘yes’.

“I like your dress,” he says merely like he was stating a fact rather than giving a compliment. His hair falling into his eyes again despite him just pushing it back.

“Thanks.”

He makes his way to standing, his process rather ungraceful. He twists onto his hands and knees and begins to push himself up. He slips once before making it to full standing, he sways slightly and looks around again like he’s forgotten why he stood up. His eyes land on her again and he decides to make his way over to the table.

“You should probably sit,” she says, watching him splay his arms around him to keep his balance. She had seen him an hour and a half ago and he seemed fine, but now he seemed absolutely and utterly pissed.

“Thanks, mum,” he says as he thunks into the seat beside her, his hand waving off her suggestion.

Her brows raise at the slightly rude comment, but she leans back in her seat still observing him.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She asks once he’s settled and has his head propped up with one of his hands. She takes a sip of her drink as she watches him scan her face again, trying to see if he recognizes her.

His mind must come up empty, a vague memory of the bar slipping away without a second thought.

“It was a joke,” he shrugs.

“No it wasn’t,” she replies easily.

His eyes narrow and he leans forward a little shakily, “Who are you?”

“Aurora.” She licks at her own lips, a stray bit of liquid lingering on her lips.

“That’s a Disney princess name,” he says, unconvinced, how most drunk people were when you told them the truth.

“And my great-grandmother’s and mine,” she responds, a grin playing on her lips as she watches him think it over. “It’s wild how multiple people can have the same name. Did you know people can share a last name as well?”

He leans back in his chair now, unhappy with her snarky response.

“Isn’t that why we’re here, two people joining together and sharing the same last name now?” He threads his fingers as he speaks, mimicking something coming together.

“Yep,” She perks at the question he poses. “You still didn’t answer my question.” Her brows raise once playfully.

“What?” Harry seemed to have lost the plot, his fuzzy drunken brain choosing to forget the first thing she asked him while in this private ballroom of theirs.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She repeats, louder and with emphasis, the words echoing this time.

“Oh,” he looks up to the ceiling and blows air past his lips harshly, “S’ a long story.”

“We got all night,” she offers, and raises her glass to her lips once again.

“A night wouldn’t even cover half of it,” he ponders seriously, his mind reeling. “I’d rather talk about you.”

“Why me?” She laughs like she’s just received the most delightful surprise.

“Because,” He starts and then sits quiet for a moment before leaning forward, elbows on the table as he peers at her, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You only just met me,” she responds. “Not to mention, you’re drunk as fuck, Best Man. Just minutes ago I watched you stumble in here and truly fall on your ass.”

“Then tell me about yourself and I’ll explain my hatred for weddings.”

“You’re awfully good at bargaining for being this inebriated.”

“I never lose my charm, no matter how pissed I may be,” he smirks and gives a sloppy wink, hair falling in his face yet again.

She scoffs, but she is rather amused and intrigued by the man beside her. His tie now completely loosened, hair falling every which way, and his green eyes set on her. The shiny shoes he wore slipped around on the ground as he shuffled his feet below him like a child wanting to go play. She figured it was just his drunk brain trying to amuse himself or something. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue. She at least had to entertain the foolish notion that maybe he actually was interested in getting to know her. If anything, it would help pass the time until she could go home.

“I’ll bite,” she relents.

The smirk doesn’t leave his face, it only widens, “Only if I can, too.”

“I wasn’t saying-”

“Shush, sh-sh-shush. I know that,” he holds a hand up at her, trying to get her to be quiet. He sways again, even in his seat he looks as if he could fall over at any moment. She wondered if he might not remember this tomorrow. “I was bein’...” he licks his lips in a pause, “suggestive.”

She laughs again, knowing his sober brain probably would have chosen a more articulate and suave word since ‘suggestive’ was rather tactless and more straight to the point. If she learned anything from all the conversations she overhead about him, Harry was definitely one for tact.

“You were something, that’s for sure,” she wraps a hand around Harry’s wrist, she draws the hand down from its hovering state and lays it against the table again. She withdraws her own hand back to her glass, her drink almost completely gone now.

He smiles, pleased with himself, but unaware that his charms had worn off with his exorbitant amount of alcohol consumed. At least on this girl they weren’t working. She had never been attracted to people who were too drunk to help themselves and she always hoped that’s how others felt too. She was thankful he had stumbled in on her rather than someone who didn’t feel the same way. It made her sick to think of what someone with evil intentions might do if they came across a babbling drunken version of Harry. Pushing those thoughts away since that wasn’t the case, she decided to pat his hand once just in reassurance to herself and him that this was really happening.

“I’m twenty-five.” She states.

Harry nods, a small smile on his lips now rather than a smirk as he watches her again. He liked how smoothly she moved rather than the rest of the world in his drunken eyes, everything else was choppy and fast. She was elegant and fluid, calming even.

“I love love,” Harry says, eyes remaining on hers, no trace of a joke in his tone, “And it hates me.”

“That can’t be true,” she squints at him, a frown gracing her face for a moment at the sadness she sees in his watery eyes. Not crying watery, just watery from his drunken state.

He says nothing, waiting for her to offer more information about herself before he says anything else. This was the deal after all. She quickly realizes why he isn’t responding and sighs, conversation with drunks was tedious already, but Harry seemed determined to make it even harder.

“I’m from California.”

“They always are,” Harry mutters to himself. He ignores her hum of a question, asking what he just said with a simple sound. “All my friends, they’re either getting married or they’re already married and got kids on the way or whatever. They all found love and I’m just here with fuck all.”

She sincerely doubts what the drunken man is telling her right now, but she knows how to play the game now to get more information. “I hate my job,” she states.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed, like I fucked up one too many times and now I’m doomed to never find love.”

Her eyes widen at this, he sounds so damn sad and she wishes she could take his pain away. She knew what a good guy and she couldn’t imagine why he would deserve to feel this way. No one deserved to feel like they weren’t worthy of love. His sad state truly almost brought her to tears. She’s there in a stunned silence and Harry is confused why she hasn’t said anything more about herself. It was her turn.

“What’s something else about you?” He asks, his hand fiddling with itself on the table. She notices once again that there aren’t as many rings on his fingers as what she thought was usual.

She licks her lips and reaches her hand forward. She grasps Harry’s fiddling hand and stops his movement. “I feel sorry that you feel this way, no one deserves the kind of pain you’re inflicting on yourself. I’m very very sorry for you, Harry.”

“That’s not really…” He trails off, losing his focus on her face and instead looking at their hands touching. The feeling is so intense in his buzzing body. Her touch was so calming compared to the electric feeling in his body. It felt nice.

“Can I ask you a different question and then I’ll tell you something no one knows about me?”

He nods eagerly.

“And you can’t dodge the question, you really have to answer it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“What did you say at the end of your speech? It got drowned out by applause, but I saw you say something.”

“You noticed?” He asks kind of surprised, then scratches at his eyebrow. He sees her slight glare and knows to get to his answer. “Asked when it’d be my turn…like to fall in love, y’know.”

She sighs, saddened yet again by his words. “Okay, well, here’s my secret... I hate weddings, too.”

Harry’s eyes light up, maybe he really was in love. She purses her lips and pulls back from him.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” he breathes out, again making a false confession. His drunken brain wants it to be true. He’s desperate for his search to be over, for her to be his person.

She smiles that same sad smile that she keeps getting when he says these sad things to her.

“I assure you, I am not, Best Man.”

He looks at her confusedly. She was beautiful, she was clarity to him. Her brown hair was straight with a little wave in it, like it was straightened for the occasion but never truly that way otherwise. It flowed around her head and shoulders, but she had it tucked behind both ears. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, she just simply was beautiful. Her sun tanned skin looked soft under the golden glow and Harry was sure she was an angel or something.

“Why not?” He insists, leaning forward.

She stands up from her seat. He follows clumsily behind her, standing as well. He was still taller than her even in her high heels. He smiled like a lovesick child down at her, his eyes as big as the moon. She bites at her lip as she sees him look at her so lovingly, so misguidedly. Then she leans up towards his face, up on her tiptoes and past his lips. Her hands hold him straight with them curled in his suit’s lapels. She presses a sweet and gentle kiss to his cheek, closer to his jaw than anything.

“Good night, Harry,” she whispers against his skin before pulling away.

His eyes flutter open, his looks at her confusedly, slightly unaware that he had closed his eyes at all.

“Good night…” He had already forgotten her name, something with an A...or was it an O? He’d have to ask Sarah and Mitch about the girl who had talked to him in the empty golden ballroom, the girl he had fallen in love with. He was certain. She was the one - if only he could find out her name. If he remembered this at all or if he just thought it was a dream.

She leaves the room before him and as she leaves she wonders if she maybe should have made sure he was alright, but she figured their talk was sobering enough. The night was ending and she had a sneaking suspicion that there were plenty of people here tonight looking out for him.

Harry forgot about the girl in the ballroom. Or at least he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality. He had woken up at Tom’s place where he had said he would stay after the wedding reception so he hadn’t gone home with a girl. He couldn’t remember her name so he couldn’t really ask anyone about her and he didn’t exactly have a lot of people he could ask. He wanted to ask Sarah and Mitch, but they were already off on their honeymoon and he was one of those people who would never bother a couple on their honeymoon. He was too embarrassed to ask Renee and anyone else for that matter.

So, instead, he forgot. Harry forgot about her for three weeks until Sarah and Mitch returned. He had called them for a hike and lunch the moment their plane had landed. He had missed some of his best friends. It was a lull in the year, where he wasn’t touring or in the studio, just living and writing when he felt like it. So maybe he was in need of some inspiration.

“Ah! The Jones’!” He exclaims as he walks up to their parked car at the head of the trail.

Sarah laughs and Mitch rolls his eyes, half-heartedly since he’s just as happy to see Harry as Harry is to see him.

“I missed you,” Mitch says as he brings Harry in for a hug.

“Don’t let the missus hear that,” Harry tuts while he sends a wink over Mitch’s shoulder to Sarah.

“It’s all he could talk about for the past few weeks,” Sarah jokes as she goes in for a hug with Harry. “How do you think Harry is? Hope he’s eating? I miss Harry.” She mimics Mitch’s voice.

Mitch shakes his head shyly, a smile spreading on his face after a moment. “That. Is not true at all,” he assures Harry, “But you do look a little thinner. What have you been eating?”

Harry elbows him with a grin, “I’m fine. Been bored so I’ve just been filling the time with working out.”

They start their ascent up the hill and into the canyon. Mitch nods, his worry for his friend subsiding momentarily before he says something strange.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, but you’ve been gone, about a girl at the wedding.”

“Oh?” Sarah gives Mitch a knowing look.

“Yeah, well the thing is, I’m not sure if she was real or not. I think she was real, but I was so drunk, there’s so many bits missing in my memory.”

Sarah and Mitch both laugh. “You were very drunk, H,” Mitch confirms.

Harry ignores him, “I even asked her if she was real and she said yes, but y’know people can lie in dreams. All I remember is she was amazing and she had a princess name, I think.”

Sarah thinks about the guest list. “No princess names that I can think of. What did she look like?”

Harry squints ahead of them, his sunglasses pushing his curls back on the top of his head. “She had straight brown hair, not long or short. She said she was, uh, twenty-five. She was in lavender, I think.”

“You think a lot,” Mitch interjects which earns him a glare from Harry.

Harry thinks about this part that he remembered vividly, how she had been so confident that he wasn’t. He adds, “...And I told her I was in love with her.”

“Oh god, Harry,” Sarah sighs.

Mitch gives Harry an apologetic smile.

“She didn’t buy it, but she didn’t run off either. We talked for awhile.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” Sarah says.

“Okay, let’s see,” Mitch grows to be the leader of the investigation, wanting everything for his best friend to find the love he knew he deserved. “Twenty-five year old brunettes at our wedding who are single. C’mon there weren't that many people there.”

Sarah thinks about it again. “Renee’s sister is twenty-five. I don’t remember what she was wearing, I hardly saw her all night,” she pauses, “Which is strange since she wasn’t on the job for once.”

“What do you mean ‘on the job’?” Harry asks curiously, remembering his girl saying she hated her job.”

“She’s a wedding planner,” Sarah says, glancing at him because she was almost sure that Renee’s sister was not who Harry was talking about. “But she had referred me to someone else for the wedding, she consulted sometimes and got us a discount, but said she didn’t like working with people she knew personally.”

Harry nodded, how could Renee’s sister be his girl? How could a wedding planner hate weddings? And wouldn’t it be all the more awkward if the girl was Renee’s sister? Renee’s little sister, could it be? He had no clue.

“I don’t think it’s her, though,” Sarah gives a half-smile, “She’s not super...uh, how do I say this?”

As Sarah says “touchy-feely,” Mitch interjects.

“She’s pretty cold-hearted. She’s relatively nice, but what makes her such a good wedding planner is she doesn’t get caught up in the sentimentality of it, she just understands other people’s emotions and knows how to make them feel amazing.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Sarah looks at Mitch with a strong glare. After all, he was talking about her best friend’s little sister.

“Well, what’s her name?” Harry insists, semi-off put, but knowing her secret made him think it was possible for Renee’s sister and his ballroom girl to be the very same.

“Rori Williams, think it’s short for something else, but I don’t know, as long as I’ve known her she goes by Rori.” Sarah gives Harry a sad smile and it reminds him of his mystery girl.

“Do you think I could meet her or something? I just want to know if it’s her.” Harry says as they reach the first peak on their hike. He looks out at the view from there, Los Angeles was green for once, but he knew it would quickly fade to brown and tan as the spring plants died off again from the summer heat.

“Pretty sure she’s off working on some destination wedding right now. She doesn’t like being bothered when she’s working,” Sarah gives Harry a look for two reasons as she says that. One, because she knows his next question would be to contact her anyway. And two, she’s saying how he is exactly the same, hates being contacted when he’s busy with work. “I can text Renee to see what’s up.”

Harry nods, “Please…” He begins to imagine Rori as his ballroom girl and mutters to himself, “A June Wedding…” getting lost in a silly little daydream.

“Harry Styles is asking after you,” Renee snickers over the cellphone line.

“What is this? The 1800s?” Rori sighs, as she holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder. She tries to brush her hair from her face with a flick of her head, which makes for a rather silly sight as her head and shoulder move awkwardly. “People don’t ‘ask after’ anyone anymore.”

She was in Hawaii, Maui specifically, steaming a sneaky last crinkle out of the latest bride’s wedding veil.

“Well, he still is doing it. You know how he is.”

“I actually don’t,” Rori responds, easily, ignoring the memories of her two encounters with him. “What does he want?”

“Wants to meet you or something,” Renee says easily. “Thinks he met you at Sarah’s wedding, obviously impossible since I know you scampered off half way through the reception and he was falling down drunk at the half way marker as well…” she trails off.

Rori knows her sister well and expects the next thing to come out of Renee’s mouth.

“Oh my god! Did you hook up with him?!”

Expecting this, Rori responds quickly and calmly, “No, we did not hook up, I would never... I did watch him fall on his ass, though.”

“So it was you!”

“What was me?” Rori squints her eyes at her sister over the phone and finally straightens from her steaming task. She feels like she’s only half paying attention to the conversation, especially since she had no intention of meeting up with Harry. He had been so sweet and sad, and she truly wished him the best, but she knew she wasn’t the answer to his problem.

“You!” Renee all but yells into the phone, “Are his dream girl! He’s been wondering if you were even real for weeks.”

“I’m real,” Rori sighs and crosses the room she’s in to sit at the desk she was using as a work space. She flicks through the planner she was using for the Hearst wedding, set to take place tomorrow. “But I’m certainly not his dream girl...I told him that when he said he was in love with me.”

“He what?!” Renee exclaims and hears her sister sigh once again, she knows Rori is growing tired of the conversation and is ready to offer an excuse to hang up any moment now. “Nevermind that, I’m going to tell Sarah to give him your number and the date you get back to Los Angeles. Keep next weekend clear.”

Before Rori can open her strawberry pink lips to reply, Renee is squealing a goodbye and hanging up. She felt her shoulders sag with the empty line, she reclined into the nicely plush swivel chair. This is why she stayed out of love and relationships when they didn’t relate to work, they were exhausting. Too much ‘he said, she said’ going on at all times. Color palettes, seating arrangements and menus were simple, they made sense, they could be arranged and put into place. Relationships were messy, the actual event of a wedding could even be messy, but when she planned them out, for a single moment everything was orderly and simple. She was in control. She knew she couldn’t be Harry’s dream girl because she knew she couldn’t control that situation.

Upon arriving back in the continental United States, at the end of June, Rori ubered immediately to her apartment in Silverlake. Well, it was a converted garage behind a house of a friend of Renee’s. Like most apartments in Los Angeles, it was funky, but it was Rori’s until she decided where she wanted to move. She never wanted to buy in LA and she never wanted to upgrade from the place she had called home for the past four years.

Almost immediately after dropping her pink work tote bag and worn backpack on the floor next to her medium sized navy suitcase, her phone rang through the ‘Do Not Disturb’ setting with an unknown number. A New York number. Possibly a new client, she picks up quickly and shuts the window-paned door behind her. The days were long, the longest day of the year had almost arrived, yet the sun was still beginning to set in the sky and turn the light blue into a painting of oranges pinks and purples.

“Hello?”

“Is Rori Williams there?” A British voice asks, almost timidly.

“Who’s asking?”

“...Harry.”

“I was told you’d be calling or something along those lines,” she smiles to herself.

Harry sat in his room, chewing at his lip, still unsure if the voice on the other side of the phone call was the woman he had talked to previously.

“Can we go for a drink sometime? How’s tomorrow?”

“Someone is quite enthusiastic.”

“It’s just...I’m trying to figure something out.”

“So I’ve heard,” she chuckles slightly.

“So you won’t tell me whether you’re the girl I talked to at Sarah and Mitch’s wedding will you?”

“What would be the fun in that?”

“So it’s a right Cinderella, if the shoe fits situation,” he mumbles, slightly to himself, but she hears him clearly.

She laughs.

“I don’t really care for Cinderella, I’m not really one for Disney princesses at all, actually.”

His breath catches, a foggy memory of something having to do with princesses tries to break into his mind. He couldn’t remember still and he vowed time and time again that he would never get that drunk again. Too much time lost.

“Alright, Harry. I’ve just gotten home from a work trip so I’m planning on a bath, some wine, and some terribly raunchy TV to get my mind off of my life. How about you pick a time and a place for drinks and hopefully I will show up? Great! Goodnight.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, just clicks the red button that hangs up the phone and goes on with her professed plans. Harry sits in stunned silence for a few moments, whatever he had gotten himself into was going to be a ride of a lifetime.

At a quarter past six, Harry sits anxiously at the bar top of a semi casual, semi fancy, totally cool bar he loved. It was private so he wouldn’t be bombarded with people, but it was still lively enough that it wouldn’t be dead silent if conversation lulled between him and Rori. That is, if she showed up.

His foot begins to tap, ever so persistently against the silver footrest at the bottom of the bar. His eyes shift from right to left, not wanting to order a drink before she arrives, but also not wanting to wait much longer and not order a drink. He’d waived off the bartender twice already.

She walks in, right on time, Harry had just arrived early. Her lips part into a happy smile at his anxious stance at the bar, he mirrors her expression at the sight of her.

She’s wearing a billowy white button down, the sleeves cinching perfectly at her petite wrists, cinched beneath a brown corset-like tank top. Her breasts showed their true size today in this outfit. She had the collar pulled out and the corset made it so that her cleavage was perfectly sculpted just beneath the crisp white cloth. Her pants were sleek and black, understated to draw more of a focus to her top as well as the lavender jewel inlaid pendant hanging just above the swells of her breast. Harry’s eyes dipped to that level for a moment, but quickly recovered to focus on her face. The night of the wedding had been blurry, but he was sure Rori’s face was the one of his mystery girl.

He’s shy tonight and a little more reserved than last time. He’s out of his comfortable bubble, what could anyone expect from a man so constantly watched. He fidgets with the top most button of his shirt that was buttoned and thinks about unbuttoning it to reveal a little more of his chest, but he refrains. At a friend’s wedding he feels safe, but in public he’s always watching, always aware of the possible prying eye. But like he had said drunkenly to Rori, he always maintained his charm, no matter the circumstances.

“Lavender was gorgeous on you, but this…” he gives a graceful sweep of his hand to gesture at her outfit tonight, “is extremely enchanting.”

“So you remember me in lavender? I thought you couldn’t remember me at all.” She grins as she stands directly beside him, similar to the first time they had chatted at a bartop.

Harry clears his throat at her tease, “I knew once I laid eyes on you, I would know. So now I know.”

She smirks at his reasoning and orders a vodka cranberry, both not wanting to get off her ass or look any certain way. Vodka cranberries were acceptable mature drinks, but not overly pretentious in any way. Harry tells the bartender to make it two. She looks at him with a discerning eye.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” She asks as she slides into the bar seat that seems to be trying to look vintage but was likely made no less than five years ago.

Harry sits too, more easily since his legs are longer than hers. “We met in the ballroom for the first time, did we not?”

“No...we met at the bar in the reception room.” Her hand splays to feel the stone of this counter, cold unlike the wood of the previous one. “We were about this close after you’d rudely stepped ahead of me and ordered before I could...not that you noticed. I asked if you were having a rough night and you pretty much dismissed me.” She bites her lip as she tells him the story, her eyes widen as she watches the distress roll over his features at what she says.

“Oh god,” One of his hands reaches to grab her hand to emphasize his apology, “I’m so sorry, that’s so rude. I was having quite a rough night as you would eventually see.”

He stares at her face, trying to meet her eyes, but she’s glued to the sight of their hands intertwined. He was so smooth and it was making her melt, making the walls she had purposefully put up for this date weak. She had rules, especially for guys like Harry - not that there was anyone that compared to him in her life, but she had them and she knew she couldn’t just be swept off her feet by his sweet voice and gorgeous face that has the most puppy-dog look on it.

She knows she shouldn’t but the extra ice she had added to her personality melts away, her eyes going slightly moony as she watches him visibly relax again. “No worries, I enjoyed your company upon the second meeting, even if you didn’t even remember my name after it.”

“Well,” he finally catches her eye, “That’s where I have a bit of a bone to pick.”

“Oh?”

“You didn’t tell me your real name...gave me some fake name I can’t even remember, but it certainly wasn’t…” His eyes shift to her pendant again and he looks back at her brassy eyes in the bar’s lighting. “If your name is Rori Williams, why is your pendant an ‘A’?” He says slowly, another foggy memory trying to break the surface of his knowledge but still failing.

She finally feels in control of the situation, calm and assured of herself, which was maybe unfair since it seemed Harry really had a hard time remembering that night and she could really fuck with him if she wanted to, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t - with those earnest eyes looking at her.

“I told you my real name the first time we talked, Harry. It’s Aurora,” she retracts her hand from beneath his grasp and touches at the necklace, “I go by Rori both socially and professionally, but officially it’s Aurora and this had been my great-grandmother’s. I don’t go anywhere without it.”

“Almost as beautiful as its wearer,” he smirks, his gaze stuck on her face, attempting to convey something specific. She thinks she knows what he’s saying with his look.

“You’re quite the flirt,” she rolls her eyes playfully before specifically choosing to take a sip of her drink through the little straw the bartender had put in it. It draws Harry’s attention to her lips, and after a moment they were wet with a bit of excess vodka cranberry and Harry felt himself grow a little hot at the tips of his ears when her eyes meet with his. She had caught him staring, but he recovers easily.

“I remember telling you I never lose my charm, it’s true is it not?” Harry inquires, head leaning closer to her as he takes a sip of his own drink, making a show to lick his lips after removing them from the edge of the lowball glass.

Her laughter is loud but not overbearing, Harry thinks it’s the best laugh he’s ever heard even if she’s laughing at him. She’s true in that laugh, she’s not trying to make him fall for her with that laugh, it’s just her enjoying herself.

She responds with something sweet and the two begin the back and forth of a successful date. They both drink around three drinks as the night persists, but it’s enough for her to feel the burning pull inside the pit of her belly for Harry. His hands stay relatively to himself besides a few subtle touches at her hair and hands every so often, his feet are the ones to blame. At one point in the night, he hooks his loafer covered foot around her ankle and she is quick to lean into it, reciprocating the footsie with ease. Each brush of his leg against hers is electrifying, every nerve in her body was beginning to go crazy. She was buzzing in a way that she hadn’t when she had first encountered Harry. Tonight he was more suave, but with a tinge of timidness that made him irresistible.

Harry made sure he wouldn’t get drunk tonight, ordering only as much as Rori. He didn’t want to be the fool who couldn’t remember their time together, again. Plus, he didn’t want to forget any of their time together, he wanted to remember it all. Everything about her was amazing, the feeling he had about her, the nagging desire to meet her was for a reason, he was sure of it. If her voice was a melody, then she was the most beautiful love song he had ever heard.

At 11:30, he leans in close to Rori, his nose brushing at the hair tucked at her ear and asks her if she wants to leave. She looks at him confused, the warm feeling in her stomach falls because she thinks he wants to end the night.

“Oh,” she says dejected, she swore it was going well. “Right..That’s it.”

Harry’s brows crinkle at her sad face.

“No, love, I was saying,” he raises his brows, “Y’know.”

“Oh! Right! You just sounded so...I don’t know, serious.” She sinks in her seat, realizing her presumptions had been wrong.

“I was trying to be,” he twists his lips trying to find the word, as blush rises on his cheeks. “Seductive.”

The two of them are quickly realizing they can’t pretend with each other. Rori can’t keep up the harsh facade against love with him, he sees right through it. Harry can’t play his old tricks with her, she sees right through them.

She laughs again, “Well, it just sounded like you were bored. Sometimes your moves fall really flat.” She offers a sweet wink in consolation for his failed attempt at trying to really get her weak in the knees.

They were a lovesick mess together as they clambered off their bar seats and exit the bar that had gotten increasingly loud.

“So what’s next?” She asks on the warm summer night.

He steps closer and takes the liberty of fiddling with the strap of the corset she has on. His head is tilted down as he towers over her. “You know me Rori, I’m a hopeless romantic so I desperately want to take you out for dinner sometime and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but,” his breath fans over her face now as he shifts impossibly closer, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me. Just tell me what you’d prefer and it’s all yours.”

Her breathing has become a slight pant as his words wash over her. His nose brushes over the ridge of hers and she takes the moment to put her hands on his shoulders and pull him onto her. They were in the alleyway beside the bar, away from prying eyes except a few people too drunk to recognize Harry's face that is all but hidden in Rori.

“Harry,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering shut as she makes the decision to cross them into the point of no return. She wants this too much. She hadn’t thought this would be how her night would go, thought she would brush him off and never see him again, but god, she needed his warm body everywhere. Needed him to touch every part of her.

“Rori,” he responds.

“I want the second one first,” she whispers, feeling a little too eager, but feeling Harry press excitedly against her reassures her.

His lips press a searing kiss to her and she makes a sound of happiness at the contact. Her hands fist at the fabric of his shirt as she presses her lips feverishly back onto his. Harry’s quick to grip at the back of her neck and the small of her back, keeping her tight to him as he licks into her mouth.

“Can still taste that last vodka cran,” he notes before kissing her again.

Their tongues rub against each other, sloppily but with a tenderness hidden there as well. She snorts at his words which makes him smile and they’re kissing is becoming more silly as they try to contain their laughter. He pulls away, finally giving up trying to maintain the kiss while they both laughed.

“Would you like to come back to mine?” Harry asks as he leans his forehead against hers.

Rori’s eyes flicker open and stare into his, the focus only on his eyes and the sprinkle of light freckles and beauty marks below them. She nods her head, making his move with it. They both smile, trying to contain their laughter once more.

She presses her lips against his once more for a small peck and then lowers her head into the crook of his neck. The skin warm and smooth against hers as she whispers happily to him.

“It’s your turn now, Harry,” Rori says blissfully.

She had been the answer to all his questions.

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Part 6: Things shift

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A/N: Sorry for the delay on this, hope you like it. I only plan on 2 maybe 3 more parts of this.

Warnings: Swearing, smut (oral female receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it kids), voyeurism, 18+

Word Count: 6600

April 8, 2021

A: Hey want to go for a walk with Felix and I?

You stare at your screen for a few minutes, the message sitting on read. Since giving Auston your number a week and a half ago he has text you three times. Two were pictures of Felix, and the third was a meme.

The Leafs had a few days off during that stretch, you saw Fred a little but you haven’t seen Auston since you left his house. You also haven’t told Fred about Auston, and since he hasn’t brought it up you don’t think Auston told him.

It’s not that you did anything wrong or cheated on Fred; you aren’t in a relationship, with either man. You haven’t talked about what you are, or where this is heading, if anywhere. The season is almost half over and you have no idea what will happen after that. Last time the season ended you barely heard from Fred for three months, and Auston almost 4.

When you agreed to sleep with Auston, you never specified it would only be with Fred, only in threesome situations. You never discussed the dynamics of you and Auston, and what the boundaries were. You know all of this.

Yet something feels wrong. Like you shouldn’t have done that behind Fred’s back and you shouldn’t keep doing it without with Fred knowing. That you should talk to Fred before you and Auston sleep together again, assuming you do sleep with him again. You don’t even know if you want to sleep with him when it’s just Auston. Not that you had a bad time, it was far from it. You just don’t know what it means, if anything.

There is so much you are uncertain of, all you know is how you felt about Fred last year. Things were going great, and you talked about summer plans. They were loose plans like being his plus 1 to a teammates wedding, going up to the Muskoka’s for a weekend with Mitch and Steph. He even mentioned a five day trip to Iceland, though that seemed unlikely to happen given the amount of planning required. But everything was heading towards a relationship until the world stopped.

And now a year later, the world is spinning. People are getting vaccinated everywhere except Canada; but they say they are coming, and the countries with vaccinated people are easing restrictions. Everything seems to be heading for a new normal, but where does that leave you and Fred?

Some nights you feel like a set of holes for him to use like target practice. But other times you wake up to Fred gently brushing your hair, legs tangled beneath the sheets placing soft kisses on your forehead or shoulder and you feel like so much more.

Intimate dinners.

Sex.

Cute text messages.

Sex.

Lazy Sundays.

Sex.

Bubble baths together.

Sex.

So much back and forth, it’s very confusing. And that’s just with Fred, you can’t even begin to understand the dynamic of Auston.

He has been a roller coaster, and not just the way he throws you around in bed. The first time he was dominant, but ended it with a soft kiss. The kiss lingered on your lips for days, your mind was swirling from it. Sometimes his eyes are dark and full of fire, but other times you get glimpses of him and that kiss.

Sure you had some feelings for Auston last year, but you told yourself they were feelings of lust. Completely, 100% sexually driven. But they were just feelings of sex right? Just the heat developing in your core from being around him fogging the sense and reason of your brain.

Auston finds moments to wrap his arms around you, placing soft kisses on your forehead or your lips. Doesn’t matter if Fred is in the other room or 5 feet away he will do it. While he drives his hard dick into your walls, he’ll have eyes dark with hunger. But after they are soft, and he doesn’t hesitate to lay soft and passionate kisses on your lips while Fred is lying inches beside you.

He exudes so much dominance, both men do. You are actually surprised it doesn’t turn into a pissing match with them, but they direct it all to you. They let you think you are in control, but the first chance they get they take over. Spilling words of venom, pulling orgasm after orgasm, juices coating their cocks and fingers.

The sight alone is enough to send you home with an ache between your legs. They are patient while you are with the other one, knowing their turn is coming. Not too patient though. But through all of it they don’t fight or get jealous of you.

Until last week ago that is, running into Auston in the elevator.

When he was hovering over you, kissing along the marks Fred had left earlier in the day, you got the feeling he was jealous you had spent time with him. You don’t know if it’s because he wasn’t there or that he didn’t like that you were sleeping with someone other than him, but he seemed bothered by it. But he would be naïve to think you and Fred only sleep together with him right?

An hour before that he was mumbling in your ear while cuddling on his couch. He looked at you like he wanted to hold you tight to his chest and never let you leave. Maybe it’s just a part of who he is, how he plays girls. You know he has a reputation around Toronto, besides his performance on the ice. There are rumours that over his first four seasons he has a revolving door of women while on road trips.

Obviously this year with Covid he has been much more mellow, no rumours or stories. But you don’t know if there is any truth to the rumours, you don’t know if he’s sleeping with other women. Not on road trips, the league has strict protocols in place for road teams. But at home they are supposed to follow local health guidelines. He could easily have another girl, and you are just someone he uses when called upon.

Maybe you are just a piece for him to bide his time with until restrictions are loosened, just an easy solution with the leagues COVID protocol’s. Or maybe he sees you as something more. Either way it’s all very convoluted.

Fingers hovering over your screen you mull over everything. Just before you go to type three little dots pop up as if he can sense your hesitation. You decide to wait before replying and are met with a selfie of him and Felix cuddling in bed, tattooed arm fully on display due to his lack of shirt. A “please play with me Y/N” text obviously supposed to be from Felix coming in immediately afterwards.

You can’t help the way your legs snap shut, rubbing together in search of friction. Or the involuntary groan that tumbles out as you stare at over his arm and down to his abs. But it’s the big beady eyes of Felix that win you over and without a second thought you quickly reply with a yes.

“Miss, I think you dropped your keys,” you hear someone call out. Ignoring it you pan around the somewhat busy street. Car horns are sirens are heard on the streets, wind howling between the buildings making the air crisp against your face. A hand gently touches your arm and you quickly spin around on your heels, wide eyed. “Sorry,” he chuckles seeing the shock on your face “I called out but I don’t think you heard me. Are these yours?”

He holds up a keychain in your view and you sigh slightly, “yes, thank you.”

When getting ready you decided to leave your purse at home, they aren’t the most convenient while walking a dog. You threw your debit card, TTC pass, phone and keys into your pocket. Arriving out front the coffee shop a couple minutes ago your hands were cold so you reached into your pocket for your gloves.

“No problem,” he smiles.

Scanning over his face you immediately notice his bright blue eyes grazing over your face. Thick flowing dark brown hair sticks out under his Montreal Canadians ball cap, a short scruffy beard on his chiseled jaw. He looks familiar but you can’t place it.

He is tall, similar in height to Auston and Fred. Even through his black peacoat you can tell his shoulders are just as wide. A red scarf gently popping out under the collar of his jacket. “I’m Josh,” he says, and you see him smile once again, instantly you think that it is just the best smile you have ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you smile back.

“Can I buy your coffee? “he asks glancing to the shop behind you. “I assume that’s why you’re here,” he chuckles. “It’s not free though, it’ll cost you a half hour of your time through the park.”

You chuckle slightly, if you weren’t supposed to meet Auston in a few minutes you would struggle to say no. His wide smile and soft eyes are drawing you in, but on top of that he seems nice. Someone you would actually have a good afternoon chatting with. “I’m actually meeting someone,” you reply.

“Oh that’s a shame, I’m leaving Toronto in a few hours. Think I can get your number; take you out when I come back?”

Before you can answer you feel Felix brush against your legs and let out an excited bark. He jumps up on you almost knocking you over and you immediately feel Auston’s hands on your hips and Josh grip your elbow, holding you upright. Auston mumbles some bullshit to Felix about manners, but you ignore it. Trying to focus on the eager pup, when in actuality you feel fire ignite where their hands connect to you.

“Hey man,” Josh says to Auston releasing your elbow.

“Hey Josh,” Auston says politely stepping beside you. You immediately sense the tension, Auston puffing his chest keeping on hand on the small of your back. Josh’s gaze flicks between you and Auston a little, realizing this is the person you are meeting but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it. You take a harsh swallow, the cold Toronto air burning your throat.

Tick tock, tick tock.

You have no longer how long you all have been standing there, likely only a few seconds but time feels like it has stopped. The only sound besides passing cars is the excited whines and yelps Felix lets out while he circles around your feet. Shifting awkwardly you stare between the two men not wanting to be the first to make a move. Finally Auston clears his throat glaring at Josh, pulling you in tighter to his chest. So close you can smell his cologne.

“Well I’m going to grab my coffee. Nice meeting you y/n,” Josh smiles, stepping around you to go through the door.

“A Hab really?” Auston jokes kissing your cheek, following Josh with his eyes until the door shuts behind him. His lips are warm on your cool skin, eyes look slightly heavy from the previous night's game, and dark curls pop out under the toque he’s wearing that barely covers his ears.

“What?” you ask confused, bending down to pet Felix who is still enthralled by your presence.

“Josh,” he nods inside and you shake your head shooting him a puzzled look. “That’s Josh Anderson. He plays for the Montreal Canadians.”

“Oh that’s why he looked familiar,” you say glancing back inside briefly, you watched the game last night and you remember him. He looks a little different without the equipment or covered in sweat, but his thick hair and smile is what stood out to you. Felix takes the opportunity to kiss your cheek causing you to laugh and look back at Auston. “You watch him for a sec so I can get our drinks?” Auston asks, handing you the leash.

Josh comes out first saying goodbye to you and giving Felix a few pets before making his way down the street. Auston is out not too long after, 2 paper cups in hand. You try to hand the leash back, but he tells you to keep it, feeding you some line about Felix being happy to see you. You know Felix doesn’t care who holds his leash, he is just happy to be on a walk but you aren’t going to object.

It’s only been two days since you saw him. Fred watched him for the Leaf’s short road trip and you spent some time over there during it. While Fred went to physio you would take him on long walks, walks too long for Fred and his knee right now. Fred joked about how close you were thinking it’s the first time you met him.

You took naps on the couch and played with him. He followed you around everywhere, whining and clawing at the door when Fred locked him out for an hour. When you finally opened the door he almost tackled you with his excitement. That night when you went to go to bed he climbed between the two of you resting his head on your chest while you fell asleep, gently petting the top of his head. Every time you saw him Felix would be more excited than the last.

“Thought you Canadians are inferior to the cold,” Auston jokes when a strong wind gust blows from the lake and through the streets. Shivering you pulling your zipper up further, pulling your toque further down your ears.

“Lets go warm up, my place is only a couple blocks away,” he puts a hand on your back to guide you. It’s the smallest contact, a slight brush against your back before his hand falls into his pocket for warmth. But through your jacket and sweater your skin burns from the ever so slight touch.

Stepping into the lobby you instantly feel the warmth of his building hit your face. “You had a good game last night,” you smile knowing he can’t see it through your mask.

“Woah you actually watched,” he teases, pulling his mask over his face.

“Yeah, you know hanging around hockey players all the time figured I should watch a game or two,” you joke. “You know with not teaching I have some spare time.”

“I’m glad you find time in your busy schedule to watch me on TV.” You give him a playful nudge hitting the button for the elevator. “How is it going with work? Find anything yet?” he asks, bending down to give Felix some pets for patiently waiting.

“No, all schools in Ontario go 100% online Monday so there are a lot of us in the same situation right now across the province. I’m sure something will come along I’m not too worried right now.”

“You’re smart, you’ll figure something out,” he says looking up at you. His black mask is covering half of his face, but from the creases beside his eyes you can tell he is smiling at you. Before you can reply you hear the doors creak open and turn your attention to it.

You notice a body in the elevator who shifts into the corner to make space. Taking a step in you are met by a tall man with broad shoulders, hood of his Nike sweater pulled over his red hair, mask covering half of his face. But you immediately recognize the eyes, stopping you in your tracks.

Auston walks into your back not realizing you stopped and Felix jumps up at his feet. Fred stares at the two of you for a second with a look of confusion, blinking a few times. Like he doesn’t believe it’s actually you behind the mask; but his eyes soften and he turns his attention to the eager pup. You shift uncomfortably, eyes darting between Auston and Fred. Auston looks unphazed a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“What’s going on?” Fred asks standing up, still petting Felix’s head.

“Just grabbed some coffee,” you say quietly.

“Yeah just hanging out,” Auston adds in. “What about you?”

“Just getting home from the rink, was gonna see if you wanted to hangout.”

Auston glances over at you briefly before back to his friend, “yeah for sure man,” Auston replies. Stepping off the elevator on Auston’s floor the three of you head towards his apartment. The two of them chat about something from the game last night, almost oblivious to the fact you are there while you trail a few steps back.

Once inside Auston takes of Felix’s leash and wanders to the kitchen to get him some fresh water. Fred lingers once his shoes are off watching you remove your jacket and boots. Once you hang up your coat Fred’s hands are on your hip backing you against the door, handle digging into your back, “you two having fun.”

His words hang thick in the air, stepping closer he pushes you in further, his breath hot on your neck. When you don’t reply he squeezes your hips, driving the handle further into your back causing you to hiss out a yes. His musty cologne and hot breath has moisture pooling between your legs, the only thing holding you up is his nails digging into your skin.

“Hmm,” he hums as you take a few uneasy breaths. “How long has this been going on smuk,” he places soft open mouth kisses on your neck waiting for you to reply.

“Uh...” you stutter, voice catching in your throat when he nips your skin. “Just the,” you mumble groaning, “one other time

“Cute,” he mumbles placing a kiss to your cheek, the edge of his lips brushing the corner of yours. Pulling back slightly he smirks at you and turns his gaze down the hall, smugness plastered on his face while he locks eyes with Auston who silently watches the exchange.

Your chest heaves and you swallow dryly taking a minute. Without another word he leaves you trying to catch your breath while he walks down the hall. Craning your head slightly you see Auston at the other end watching the entire interaction. Expressionless he follows Fred to the couch, as you try to compose yourself.

You don’t know why but you contemplate walking down the hall and saying you aren’t feeling well and heading home. But that seems obvious. And Fred didn’t seem mad did he?

The three of you sit on the couch, Felix circling, constantly bringing someone a toy or whining for pets. It’s a lazy afternoon and easy, the boys watching some golf tournament that you have no interest in. Fred mindlessly runs circles over your ankle while they chat, your head resting on his pillow.

His touch is soft but soothing. Every circle he draws you feel your blood pressure drop before you finally are at ease. Fred is smiling, Auston laughs at something he said. Everything seems fine, like you worked yourself up over nothing.

“So y/n has the hots for Josh Anderson,” Auston says part way through golf which immediately catches your attention, turning your gaze from Felix to the boys. Auston has a smug look plastered on his face while he winks at you, and Fred has a dark mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah,” Fred grins as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Apparently we aren’t doing a good enough job,” Auston grins and your eyes go wide. You hear Fred laugh lightly squeezing your ankle tightly.

“Never said that,” you whisper, so faintly you aren’t even sure you spoke. Fred’s hand on your ankle tightens and he pulls you so you’re back is flat to the couch. Quickly his body is on yours, pinning your wrists to the couch at your side.

“Is that true baby? Are me and Auston not satisfying you? Not fulfilling your needs?” he murmurs eyes locked down at you. His chest presses into you, the air around you shifting. You try to swallow, but your throat is dry being starved of saliva.

“Pretty sure he asked you a question princess.” You didn’t even notice but Auston moved across the room, his mouth is millimeters from your ear.

Tilting your head slightly, you feel a hand on your jaw holding you in place, forcing your gaze up to Fred. You aren’t even sure whose hand it is until you feel the leather bracelet brush your neck and immediately know its Auston.

“What do you say man, should we take her to your room? Show her how good she has it,” Fred doesn’t pull his eyes away, while his comments are fully directed at Auston. Another display of his dominance over you making the slick between your legs build even more. “Make her regret even mentioning thinking of him”

You practically can hear the smugness oozing off the man beside you, only answering a quick but firm, “yes.”

Fred’s body is off yours as fast as he was on you. In an instant he easily throws you over his shoulder, carrying you down the hall to Auston’s room. Once back on your feet they begin to remove your clothing. Fred on your right, Auston on your left, both sucking on your neck working in unison; articles of clothing littering his bedroom floor, leaving you in just your matching underwear. If it wasn’t for the two hot bodies pressed against you goosebumps would be popping all over your body.

Auston unclasps your bra, sliding his tongue along your collarbone. Fred sucks on your neck when you hear fabric ripping, your underwear being torn off of you. Fred smirks against you, knowing you have been on them for all the shredded underwear they have left you with over the last three months, but neither seems to care.

Auston’s hand makes work of your breast, massaging and pinching the nipple. Gently rolling it through his thumb and index finger while Fred manipulates your legs apart, thrusting two thick digits inside of your folds. The unexpected nature causes you to whine while both men chuckle against you.

“Most women would be happy to have one man and you have two” Auston murmurs.

“Let’s make sure she never thinks about him again,” Fred sneers. Your head falls back and you begin to moan louder, his fingers quickly thrusting in and out of you. Auston’s other hand roams your back, sliding down to your ass, giving you firm squeezes to roll your hips forward further onto Fred’s digits.

If it wasn’t for both men on either side practically supporting your entire body weight, your knees would buckle. Fred pulls away slightly to get a better look at you, to watch you fall apart over his fingers. Your gaze meets his and his pupils are dilated, black with lust.

Increasing his fingers, thumb finding your clit you know you won’t last much longer. Incoherent thoughts are all you can manage, whimpers and curse words falling from your lips.

“Hear how wet you are princess?” Auston’s mouth is pressed against your ear. One hand cupping your breast his other firmly squeezing your ass. “Freddie’s hand is coated because of you,” he mumbles, you head a chuckle from the man on your right.

“This is nothing,” Fred asserts, but before you can process the weight of his words your orgasm crashes over you. Knees trembling, walls fluttering; blood pulsates through your body causing you to groan loudly.

As soon as you come down the boys release you and you almost fall over. Walking like a newborn deer on ice, you make your way to the bed while both men quickly strip. There must have been a silent exchange because Auston is quickly sitting in the middle of the mattress pulling you towards him.

Your back is to his chest and you can feel his hard erection pressed into your back as he brushes your hair aside exposing one side of his neck for him. “How many do you think it’ll take princess?” he hums his voice soft in your ear. “How many until you can’t even remember Josh’s name anymore?”

His words go right to your core, vibrating through your folds. Your chest heaves and your body shudders thinking of his statement. You know the question is rhetorical, but even if you had a number it wouldn’t be enough.

Fred stands at the end of the bed, eyes switching between yours and the slick dripping between your legs. Every time his eyes drop they stay a little longer, licking his lips at the sight. You begin to feel like a piece of meat and both men have been starved of food for weeks. You move your legs to close them, but Auston’s hands quickly grip your thighs holding you open for him.

Fred shakes his head while Auston rasps, “you know better than that princess,” in your ear; digging his thumbs into your flesh. Your entire body shivers and you take an uneasy exhale, knowing you are in for it. Quickly Fred crawls onto the bed, making his way towards your heat while someone, you aren’t sure who, bends your knees. Fred places soft kisses on the inside of your thigh and knee. The thought of what he will do has you dizzy. Flattening his tongue he licks up the mess from before, your entire body jolts but Auston firmly grips your legs open holding you is place.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles as Fred laps up all your juices. A few more licks and Fred thick fingers find your heat, curling back inside you “taste so good hun” he adds.

Throwing your head back against Auston’s shoulder you groan “fuck,” but all it does is give him a better view.

“Look at you taking Fred’s fingers,” Auston hums as you feel Fred’s mouth attach to your clit. Auston’s voice is hot and heavy, Fred’s fingers hitting your g-spot with every thrust and soon your second orgasm is building deep inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss while Fred’s tongue circles your clit, swirling in a figure eight on a continuous loop.

“You gonna cum again princess,” Auston says in your ear. “Coat his face?”

Incoherent sounds fall from both sets of your lips. You’re so wet that the obscene sound of his fingers fucking in and out of you makes your entire body heat up. Between both of their sinful mouths, Fred’s attached to your cunt and Auston’s whispering a string of filth on your ear, you are right back on the edge. Your heels dig into the mattress and it’s only a matter of time. Auston’s mouth purring in your ear, Fred’s tongue carefully circling your clit is more than you can take.

Your second orgasm rolls through you, little fires exploding in your hear. Fred slows slightly to draw it out while Auston holds you firm against his chest and you tremble in his embrace. His dick twitches against your back watching as white spills out. You sag against Auston’s chest, body tingling as your juices coat Fred’s face.

Pulling away from your heat your fog begins to settle. Fred has a dark smile, his beard coated in your slick heat. “What do you think does she need one more? Or should we fuck her ‘til she can’t walk anymore?” Fred says to Auston.

“She definitely needs one more,” Auston replies, hands digging harshly into your thighs keeping them spread apart.

“Ungh,” is all you can whimper in response, closing your eyes to take a few uneasy breaths while your legs relax, falling back to the mattress.

There must have been an exchange between the two or maybe you are still coming down from your high and don’t hear the question, but you do hear Auston say, “all you man I’m really enjoying the view.”

A hand is on your throat pulling your face away from Auston’s shoulder. Next a pair of lips are on yours, in a hot and hungry way. Immediately you know it’s Fred; not from the facial hair but the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Fingers are thrust back inside you, but your groans are swallowed by Fred’s mouth. Auston throws his calves over your shins, keeping you spread for his friend while his hands trail up your body. One finds your breast, the other finding your clit, thumb concentrating on pressing harsh circles into it.

Your pussy quivers at the contact it all becoming a lot. It’s almost too much. And then you feel Auston’s mouth on your neck and you know its game over. Being sandwiched between these men, fingers and tongues all over your skin has you pulling away from Fred for some much needed air.

“Holy fuck,” you moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, beads of sweat are rolling down the valley of your breasts. Your scream gets ripped from your throat and your vision goes white, wave after wave of euphoria rolling through you. Both men groan as your warmth spills around Fred’s wrist and onto the bed.

“God you are so beautiful when you cum,” Auston groans in your ear.

“Bet Josh would never make you feel like that,” Fred mumbles, finally pulling his fingers from you. Grabbing your jaw he forces your mouth open, shoving his fingers inside for you to lick clean. You have barely caught your breath and almost choke, but quickly work to clean your slick from his finger.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he purrs. Pulling away he lands beside you on the mattress, Auston quickly crawls out from behind. Falling backwards landing on the mattress, Fred brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead mumbling something to you in Danish.

Before you can react Auston in between your legs, hands on the back of your ankles pulling you closer, his throbbing tip pressing against your entrance “Remember the word,” Fred asks.

“Yeah,” you barely manage to say, throat incredibly dry.

“What is it,” Auston asks, waiting to continue.

“Yellow,” you manage to whisper through some uneasy breaths.

“You okay,” Auston asks, and you turn your head to stare up at him with a nod, tears resting in the edge of your eyes.

“You have to say it,” Fred says softly.

“M’okay” you say smiling at the softness of the two men, no matter how dominant or aggressive they are they always make you’re okay.

With that Auston thrusts inside your walls, Fred’s handiwork providing an easy lubrication so he gives you no time to adjust. Snapping his hips he sets a fast pace eyes dark and staring between your legs, watching his thick cock slide in and out of your sopping cunt. Pulling your bottom lip through your teeth you whimper, warm tears now rolling down your cheek.

“Just be thankful he is letting you off easy by being on top,” Fred winks rolling onto his side gently pressing his lips into your shoulder.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he snaps his hip, “figured she could use a minute,” he grunts. “But only a minute,” his hands are on your hips and he forcefully pulls you back increasing his pace causing you to cry out.

“Y/N,” Auston calls forcing you to whine as your head turns. “I think you should say thank you to Fred for taking such good care of you earlier,” he nods down to Fred’s hard member resting beside your hand. You honestly don’t think you could do much even if you tried, but when you slowly turn to meet Fred’s gaze he smiles at you.

“It would be nice if you said thank you skat,” Fred mumbles, sucking on your sweet spot beside your ear. Reaching out you wrap your hand around his length giving him a few slow tugs.

“Faster baby,” Fred mumbles, his words vibrating through your body. You try to set a fast pace, but Auston quickly has you distracted. Every thrust is hard and deep, brushing your g-spot before he pulls back. He knows exactly what he wants, each thrust calculated as he drags his cock along your walls. Every time he pounds into you your hand stutters around Fred’s length, but he’s loving it, smirking against your neck.

Each time Auston hits your g-spot you squirm and he is getting off on it. His eyes getting darker and darker, a grin tugging on his lips a little more each time. Fred continues to pepper your collar bone with kisses before working his way down your chest and back up again. His mouth is everywhere when his thumb attaches to your clit.

“Fuck Fred,” you jolt from the contact.

“Pretty sure it’s Auston making you feel this good,” Fred mumbles in your ear. “He’s the one with his dick buried inside you right now.”

Every statement is accompanied by harder faster circles on your bundle of nerves. Nails gripping your hips harder, cock sliding in and out faster. “He feel good baby?” Fred hums. “He feel good stretching you out? You’re taking him so well, you gonna cum all over his cock?”

“Fuck she’s close,” Auston announces as if you and Fred didn’t know. Releasing your hand from Fred’s cock you feel your body erupt around Auston’s dick.

If you thought the first three were intense, the fourth is pure fireworks. Every extremity is tingling and you feel lightning bolts erupt inside. Your walls flutter and both men groan as you disintegrate under Auston, melting into the bed. Neither man stops and soon you are met by Auston’s sticky warmth flooding your walls. He grunts and slows his hips, a few shallow thrusts and he spills everything he has inside you.

Fred pops his head up and looks towards your cunt, watching his friend coat your insides white. Momentary confusion crosses his face before turning back to you. Apart from the first time which Auston didn’t mean to, he has never once spent inside of you. Always spilling on your ass, tits or sometimes thrusting his cock inside your mouth so you can swallow it down. He doesn’t know when you and Auston fucked last week you told him can doesn’t need to pull out. He doesn’t know how every time over the past three months you have a moment of disappointed when Auston pulls out of you. How you are excited for your pussy to overflow with a mixture of both men’s cum.

Auston pulls out and falls beside you and Fred’s face softens. He smiles at you, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lip as he takes in your face. Absolutely fucked out and flush, hair a mess, splayed across the bed, makeup likely smeared down your cheek. Licking your lips you pull Fred’s face down for a searing earth shattering kiss.

Your hand tangles into his roots, his thumb drawing circles just below your ribcage. Tongue sliding into the others mouth and you tug harder trying to pull him on top of you but he doesn’t budge. Instead he falls onto his back pulling you on top of him.

“We all can’t go easy on you,” Fred winks while adjusting you over him. A mixture of sticky white fluids spill out and onto Fred while he lines himself up.

“Got one more in ya princess? You gonna cum for Freddie like you did me?” Auston asks and you shake your head, body barely functioning at this point.

“Oh baby we all know you do”

“Umph,” you mewl as he easily pulls you down, Auston’s cum spilling out around his girth.

Your hand quickly lands on Fred’s stomach, his abs covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your breath hitches when he bucks his hips while you try and take a minute, slowly grinding your hips, trying to compose yourself as best you can.

“Cocks not gonna ride itself,” Auston chortles from beside you.

Your eyes go wide and Fred smirks, shooting you a wink, you start rising and dropping around him, Fred bucking his hips to press deep inside you. Feeling his tip almost in your belly a slew of curse words fall from your lips. With every thrust you can feel more of Auston’s cum spilling out. A part of you thinks Fred thrusts up and pulls your hips down so harshly to fuck it out of you, but either way you are heading back towards the edge.

“That’s right take me deep baby,” Fred praises his back arching off the bed slightly.

You can tell he is enjoying watching you squirm above him. Your overly sensitive cunt barely able to take any more. Luckily the time you spent with your hand wrapped around him earlier means his high is close too.

“You’re taking me so well, baby girl,” Fred praises.

“You gonna cum for him like you did for your me, huh? Milk his cock for all it’s worth?” Auston asks, drawing your gaze to his dark brown orbs. You had almost forgot Auston was there, you are barely able to focus on Fred the pound driving up into your cervix let alone the man beside you catching his breath.

“Mmgh, I don’t… I don’t think I can,” you keen helplessly into thin air.

“Yeah you can, princess,” Auston urges gently.

Auston sits up pinching your nipple and you hiss from the friction his hand is causing, mouth grazes along your throat, his mustache brushing it ever so slightly. You don’t need him, Fred’s cock driving into your throbbing pussy with every thrust. Fred will get you there, but Auston’s mouth on your neck, hand on your nipple sends you catapulting over the edge.

Fred’s hands dig into your hips and Auston’s arm catch your body as you tremble above his friend. Auston spews filth in your ear, Fred mumbling Danish praise below you, but you hear none of it. Vision whiting out, ears filled with a high pitch ring as Fred fucks you through your high. Wave after wave of ecstasy overwhelms your body, Fred gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before painting your walls white. The two men support you while Auston slowly lowers you onto Fred’s chest while you catch your breath.

Auston leans on his elbow beside you, brushing your hair drenched with sweat from your forehead. Both you and Fred are breathless, clammy with sweat as his dick softens inside of you.

“So you learn to keep other guy’s names out of your mouth,” Auston sneers .

“I was obviously joking,” you groan while Fred brings a hand up to lightly draw on your back.

“Wasn’t very funny,” Fred adds.

“One Andersen is more than enough,” you try to push off of Fred put he tightens his grip wrapping his arm around your back, pulling you back down to his chest.

You hear Auston’s feet on the wood floor, and he returns a minute later with some water and a damp wash cloth. Fred gingerly lifts your body, sliding his cock out as some cum spills out. Once off him, Auston hands you the glass and Fred the towel who gently wipes between your legs while you whimper from the contact.

Auston having found some boxers, pulls a t-shirt over your head and pulls you back into the bed with him. Lying on your side you curl into his arm, using his tattooed bicep as a pillow, your hand lying on his chest. Fred crawls in behind you, hand on your hip, warm breath on your neck.

You hear the click clacking of Felix’s nails on the wood floor as he gets closer. The bedroom door finally open, he lets himself in jumping onto the bed and curling up between your legs and Auston as you all quickly fall asleep.

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The Beginning of the End

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: Harry doesn’t know how to get Y/N to realize that he doesn’t hate her. Thankfully, Mitch has the perfect idea.

Warning(s): Some swearing, plotting and planning, Harry being a complete lovesick fool, Y/N isn’t present in this, it’s a hitch friendship moment.

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~Approximately two weeks before the beginning of The View From Both Sides of The Mirror.~

Harry audibly groans, drawing the attention of the other man in the room, causing him to snap his attention towards the sound. His long brown hair is almost down to his shoulders again, so the strands sway for a moment after his attention has been trained on the, obviously upset, young man.

“What’s wrong this time, H?” Mitch asks, his soft-spoken manner a stark contrast of the outburst that just wracked through Harry’s body.

“She hates me, man.” He groans, the chestnut curls atop his head falling slightly out of place as he drops his head to his hands. He uses his palms to begin massaging his eyes and his fingertips to knead at the sensitive skin of his temples, trying to soothe the headache that had been plaguing him for the majority of the day.

“Who?” Mitch, of course, already knows the answer to his query, the only thing that the young star had been talking about for the past few weeks was Y/N.

“Oh, shut it, Mitch. You know who I’m talking about.” Harry grumbles. The older man can’t help but chuckle. He doesn’t understand how Harry can be so adamant on making Y/N think that he hates her when he’s actually head over heels for her.

“Why don’t you just cut the act already?” Harry scowls at the suggestion, already having a thousand reasons why that just won’t work. “The worst she can do is continue to hate you. There won’t be much of a change.”

Harry heaves the throw pillow that he was clutching, almost hitting Mitch square in the face.Thankfully, the guitarist has quick instincts, so he catches the pillow just before it makes contact.

“Shut the fuck up.” Harry grumbles. Mitch didn’t know what he was talking about. Harry couldn’t just all of a sudden change how he’s been acting about her. That would look too suspicious. And it’s not like he was up for the rejection.

“Just stop being a little bitch and talk to her.” MItch pitches the pillow back at harry, who easily catches it before hugging it back to his chest. “What’s so different about her? What’s so different from the other girls, the ones that you seem to have no trouble talking to?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sighs, rearranging himself until he’s spread across the couch. “She’s just so pretty. And even when she’s arguing with me and hurling nasty comments, she’s still so sweet about it somehow.” To Mitch, this makes absolutely no sense, but he’s going to continue to let Harry ramble, knowing that he’ll feel better after he just talks it out. “And she lights up every space that she enters. God, I don’t know how she does it, but she can make the cloudy thunder storming days seem like it’s sunny outside.” Harry nuzzles his face into the pillow he’s still holding onto. “And the way she looks at me, bloody hell, it’s a privilege to be looked at by her. Her eyes are so fucking beautiful, and the way that she seems to look at who you really are, even for just a moment, makes my heart squeeze.

“I feel like I can’t breathe around her, but in the best way possible.” Mitch is just staring at him now, no more smirks or snide remarks running through his head. The only thing that he can piece together while listening to Harry gush on and on about this girl is, wow, he’s got it bad. Of course, he’ll never say that to him, knowing that he’d immediately brush it off. Harry isn’t the best with emotions, and he’s even worse when it comes to commitment. “And, lord, Mitch, when she brushes past me and her skin touches mine? I feel like every one of my nerve endings are on fire.

“She makes me feel things that I never thought I’d feel again. I thought for a long time that I was unlovable, that I was the problem.” Harry’s throat begins to get closed up, the words sounding more and more forced, but he continues. “And I’ve just started to think that maybe I’m worth it, you know?” Mitch nods, although he knows that Harry won’t bother looking over at him. “And there’s just something about her that makes me want to risk it all.”

“Then do it. If she’s worth it, then go for it.” Mitch can sense his hesitance, so he quickly elaborates on his thought. “You can take it slowly. Try to find ways to be nicer to her. I know you’ll still come off as a dick because you’re used to doing so by now, but just try to ease into it.” Mitch stops for a moment, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. All he gets is a wave of Harry’s hand, signaling for him to continue. “Just start to find ways to let her know that you care. Don’t rush either of you into it.”

“Yeah, maybe I could do that.” Harry conceded, knowing that Mitch is a lot wiser than him. And if his relationship with Sarah has anything to say for him, he’s a lot better at relationships as well. “I just don’t know when we’ll spend enough time together for me to do anything.”

Mitch is quiet for a moment, thinking it over. “Aren’t you going on that vacation with Sam and Lexi?” Harry just nods, not understanding what that has to do with anything. “And you said there was room for one more person?” He gives yet another nod, still not comprehending what Mitch is trying to say. “Make sure that she goes. Regardless of what it takes, make sure that she is on the flight.”

The realization finally washes over Harry, and he doesn’t think that he’s ever had someone give him such a great idea.

‘Yeah, I think I can do that.” He assures Mitch, who just nods.

And at that exact moment, Harry decides that this trip will be the week that changes the way Y/N perceives him. It will be the end of them as enemies, and hopefully be the beginning of them as lovers.

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yellowsugarwords · 4 years

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Ericsson kids reactions to their S/O being held at gun point

OH BOY it’s time for some angst

Clementine: Clementine would tense you, eyes wide and hands shaking. Regardless, she extended one hand and had the other resting on the gun on her hip. They stood in silence for a moment, Clem’s stare cold and threatening. “Don’t do anything here,” was all she said at first. Her glare became more intense. “Don’t make things worse. We can make this end well for all of us.” She held out her hand even further. “So give me my partner back, and let’s crack a deal. One that works for both of us.” She prayed they bought it. “Deal?”

Marlon: Marlon would take a deep breath, eyes wide and fists clenching. Slowly, his eyes fixated on the assailant. “Don’t you dare.” They stated at him, adjusting their grip on the weapon. “You’re making a huge mistake.” He snapped back. “You don’t want us on your bad side. Trust me.” He lifted his hands faintly, very slightly showing that he meant no harm. He was ready to fight at any given moment, regardless. “Let. Them. Go.” Only then did he look his partner in the eyes, trying to comfort them from afar.

Louis: Louis felt his heart stop. Faintly, meekly, he lifted his hands. “Please,” he hushed, “I-I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t hurt them.” Tearfully, he stared at his partner, trying to silently reassure them as best as he could. He just wanted to hold them. He just wanted to ensure they were safe, and alive, and with him. And beside him. “Don’t hurt them.” He forced again. “Please, listen to me. Let’s make a deal.” He couldn’t hold back his tearful voice. He couldn’t help it.

Violet: Violet’s hands would curl into fists. Instantly, she grabbed her gun and aimed it at the gunman’s head. “Here’s the deal,” she said softly. She knew she was quick on the draw when it came to her weapon. While rattled, she knew exactly what to do. “We both lower our guns at the same time, then we have a conversation.” Violet glared, serious and calculated. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret, here. We can make a deal. Don’t ruin the chance of that.” And she meant it. She could only hope the gunman took her seriously.

Mitch: Mitch began reaching a hand out - ready to rip them apart - but flinched back the moment the gun came out. His jaw tightened. He held his hand out at his sides, palms open. He was attempted to show he was surrendering. “Don’t do anything you’re going to regret.” He snapped, voice low and forceful. “You don’t want to hurt one of our loved ones. Trust me/.” The entire time he spoke, he focused on the assailant. If he looked at his partner, he’d break. He just knew it. For now, he needed to stay strong and firm in his stance. He needed to do it to keep them alive.

Aasim: Aasim could feel his heart leap into his throat and seize there. His lips parted but nothing came out. He couldn’t find the words. He did raise his hands, showcasing his peaceful demeanour. “Please, please we don’t mean any harm.” He pleaded. He tried to control his tears, at least long enough to make his case. “If you let us go, we’ll just leave. No speaking about this, no nothing. You can even take everything we caught today.” He kicked his rig sack closer to the assailant, desperate to appease him. He just prayed it would work.

Ruby: Ruby would feel her eyes swell with nervous tears. Immediately, her arms raised, desperate to showcase her innocent intentions. “No. No, please, no.” She begged. She could feel her tears threatening to spill over. She knew she couldn’t hold her panic back. “Please don’t anything. We won’t tell anyone about anything we saw, we swear!” She pleaded. “Don’t hurt them. Please.”

Omar: Omar’s eyes would widen and shake, his body quivering into a pale, cold-sweating mess. He felt as though his entire being was freezing up. His worst nightmare was coming true. “No, no please,” he began. His fingers were wavering in fear as he reached out to the assailant, desperate to reach them emotionally. “They’ve done nothing here. Don’t drag them into this. Take me. Let them go.” He glared but it moulded into a frown; one of heartbroken defeat. “Please just let them go.”

Brody: Brody’s heart would leapt into her throat. Her fingers lifted to his lips and she froze, wavering there. Her face went white as a sheet, frozen in horror. “No no no,” she rambles, taking a hesitant step back. “Please, we don’t mean any harm. Please don’t do anything to them.” Brody turned to her partner in panic, her tears already rolling. She could see the fear welling over in their eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please!”

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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anxious - a.matthews

a/n: totally different than my writing normally on here, taking some random inspiration from things that have happened between my uncle and I

WARNINGS: mentions of physical altercation, anxiety, temper issues, cursing cursing cursing (I think that’s all I just wanted to make sure I covered everything)

“What do you mean you’re going over there?” I gasped into my phone as my mom told me she was going to my uncles house. My mind instantly flashed with what happened last time she was there, I could hear my shaky voice calling the cops all over again, the way I was terrified that he would lay a hand on her and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. “I’m coming with you.” I deadpanned, I was nearly at Austin’s place, planning on spending some quality time with him and some of the guys, and their girlfriends. “Y/N, I’ll be fine, you don’t-“ “for god sakes, mom, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I quickly hung up the phone, dialing Auston as I made a u-turn, he picked up relatively quickly as I drove a little too fast down the road, but it was empty so I couldn’t really be bothered to care. “Hey, baby, you almost here?” Auston asked and I could hear people talking in the background, I let out a soft sigh. “I’m going to be a little late, my mom needs help with something, I’m sorry.” I lied to him, not entirely, that’s what I had to tell myself. He knew of my uncles issues, but he’d never witnessed them, he’s only met him once and that was in a restaurant so my uncle was actually trying to act normal. And if he knew that’s where I was going he’d have a heart attack, over the safety of me and my mom.

“It’s alright, is everything okay?” He replied, hearing the way my voice shook a little, I could feel the anxiety building in my stomach, I knew a fight was sure to happen when I got there, it always did. “Yeah, just uh, her last bulb went out in the kitchen.” I lied, a stupid lie at that, but he believed it, knowing my mom had a bad knee and couldn’t use the step ladder to change her lights. “But I’ll call you when I’m on the way to your place.” I assured him, my uncles house coming into view. “Alright, love you.” He never failed to sound like a loved truck teenager when he said those words and it always made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. “I love you too.”

The second I stepped out of my car, I could hear them both yelling inside, “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled, rushing towards the house as my stomach knotted itself up in worry. I swung the door open and saw my mom standing on one side of the table, him on the other, yelling to the point of where his face was red. He was going back and forth between topics, not even making sense. The only words I caught, or even needed to understand was him telling my mom she was a useless bitch. “Don’t talk to her like that!” I shouted cutting him off, he looked at me incredulously, “don’t tell me how to talk, you’re in my house!” He yelled and I flinched back when he took a step towards me. “Dare I remind you that this is actually my mothers house? Because you’re a fucking lunatic who can’t be trusted to have anything valuable in his name!” I regretted my words the second his hand gripped my wrist. My mom yelling at him, he tuned out her words as he gripped my wrist tightly, I tried pulling it out of his grip. “If you don’t let go of me, I’m calling the cops and having you bakeracted!” I hissed, my eyes narrowing on him as my mom has her phone out and ready to call the cops. He faultered his grip and I took the chance to pull myself from him, “if you don’t go get your shit taken care of you’re going to be out on your own, I’m done dealing with your psychopathic tendencies.” I seethed, grabbing my mom by the hand and pulling her out of there. “Are you okay?” She asked as soon as we were by our cars, I nodded silently, “I, yeah, I’m fine, I’m going to Austons.” I muttered, keeping it together for her sake, knowing if I broke so would she. “You should.” Is all she said, climbing into her car, her tensions running high as well.

I was pulling into my parking spot at Austons apartment complex when everything started to hit me, but I sucked it up, wanting to go inside and see him and hopefully forget about it. I climbed out of the car and headed inside towards the elevator and gasped as I saw the already bruising mark on my wrist, “shit.” I muttered as I stepped into the elevator, it was the middle of summer, so I was in a tank top, and had nothing to cover the mark with. I was undoubtedly going to have to tell Auston, there’s no way he wouldn’t see it. When I got to his floor and I stepped out of the elevator I started to get anxious, and realized I never called him when I left either. I twisted the doorknob to his apartment, the door swinging open, “hey, y/n!” Freddie greeted. His tone was excited but came out a little loud making me flinch, he furrowed his eyebrows as I barely looked up at him, I had yet to walk in enough to see everyone else in the living room. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. I shook my head as I closed the door leaning back against it as I squeezed my eyes shut, I heard movement and when I opened my eyes no one was in front of me. I took the chance to angrily wipe at my tears before wincing from the pain in my wrist.

“Baby?” Auston called, speed walking around the corner, I flinched shooting straight up like a board, my back pressed flush against the door. “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s wrong?” He whispered, seeing how tense and scared I was. “I lied.” I managed to squeak out before I hid myself in his chest, his arms were around me instantly, “what are you talking about?” He asked completely confused as I sniffled against his chest. He moved his hands down to grab mine, moving me back, “ow!” I whined, quickly pulling my wrist away. “Y/N, what the fuck happened?” He gasped, seeing the mark on my skin, “don’t be mad.” I whimpered, and he looked at me his eyes softening. “I’m not mad, just tell me what happened, please.” He pleaded, cupping my face, “my mom went to my uncles house, and when I got there they were yelling.” I paused glancing at my bruising wrist, feeling Auston tense a little bit. “He told my mom she was a useless bitch, so I snapped at him, and then he grabbed my wrist and got in my face-“ “I’m going to fucking kill him.” Auston cut me off, releasing my face as he ran an angry hand through his hair. “That’s it, I threatened to call the cops, he let me go, and I came here.” I tried reasoning with him as he had a stone cold look on his face. “He physically hurt you!” Auston snapped a little to loudly and Mitch, Stephanie and Freddie peeked around the corner.

Auston was too busy pacing around the entryway to listen to me trying to tell him to let it go. Stephanie knew about my uncle, having found me after yet another argument. She saw the look in my eyes, “oh, y/n.” She muttered rushing over to me, the guys sharing a confused look as Auston went out into the hallway. “Don’t just stand there, go stop him!” Stephanie snapped at the the two guys, they didn’t question her and ran out into the hallway. “I just want to stay here with him.” I whispered to her when she asked if I needed anything. “God they’re idiots, let me go talk some sense into them.” She sighed releasing me when she heard all the guys now angrily speaking outside. “Hey you, genius, get your ass in there and put your manly pride aside, she doesn’t want you to beat the shit out of him, she wants you to hold her and tell her she’s okay.” I laughed at Stephanies temper towards Auston and within a second he was back in here.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He sighed scooping me up in his arms, I hid my face in his neck as I held onto him, he walked into the living room continuing his muttered words of endearment. “It’s okay, any other time I would’ve gladly let you handle him.” I laughed lightly, and I felt him loosen up as he sat down on the couch with me as I still clung onto him. “I just don’t want to think about him anymore, I’m so tired of the drama. I just want to live my life without dealing with his craziness. One day he’s going to be my problem and I swear to-“ “baby, calm down, and one day he won’t be your problem, he’ll be our problem, and I’ll be damned if he lays a hand on you again.” He cut me off, his words making me let an audible aw fall from my lips. “We’re just gonna go.” Mitch muttered grabbing his keys off the counter, disappearing out of the door nearly as quick as he appeared. I let a soft laugh past my lips as I met Auston’s eyes. “Are you mad at me for lying?” I asked like a little girl. “No of course not, I just wish you had told me, but you’re okay, that’s all that matters.” He assured me, a range of emotions running through his eyes. “You know what would make me feel better?” I asked after a while of silence, he was gently holding my wrist with an occasional kiss being placed on it. “What’s that?” He mumbled meeting my eyes, a lopsided smile on his face as he saw my droopy eyes from crying. “Ice cream.” I practically mouthed, and he let his head fall back in a laugh. “That can be arranged.”

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Chapter 24 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

Friday isn’t any better than Thursday. Though Madi and Mitch kind of filled up the void in my heart yesterday, it just seems to seep out the very next day. I don’t go to school yet, but Madi does today. Her mother allowed her to skip once, but not twice. I don’t blame her for it. Just because my life is ruined and I have no future, doesn’t mean Madi’s life needs to be ruined too. No. I want her to thrive. I want her to graduate High School and go to her dream college. I want her to have the things I don’t have. “Muffin,” Mitch’s voice sounds from the other side of the bedroom door, “I made you breakfast. Can I come in?” I let out a chuckle at how adorable my uncle is. He’s been like that since last Saturday. Just the cutest, greatest uncle alive. “Yeah, come in!” I sit up straight in bed, placing my phone to the side. I’d been scrolling through Tumblr aimlessly. At least the memes are still somewhat hilarious. Unless they’re memes Charlie sent me, because then I cried. “Made you some eggs, your favorite comfort food besides Madi’s mom’s lasagna!” He places the tray on my bed, the delicious smell of freshly made eggs hitting my nostrils. “If it were healthy to eat that much lasagna, even in the morning, I’d let you. But you know… Got to stay healthy.” He sits down at the end of my bed and grabs his own plate. “What movie are we watching today?” he asks before taking a bite. I grab the other plate and start eating too. “You can choose,” I tell him and take a bite, then hold up my finger to tell him to wait until I swallow. “But it can’t be a musical or anything Disney. Especially not Aladdin!” “Ten Things I hate About You?” He suggests hopeful. I think about it for a moment, then nod my head. “Kat does play guitar in that, though?” I shrug. “At least they don’t break out into music every other minute and it’s not the guy that plays the guitar because that would remind me of… you-know-who…” I tell him and take a sip from the orange juice he’d brought along. “Voldemort?” Mitch jokes. I tilt my head a little and raise my eyebrows as if saying ‘really, dude?’. “I’m kidding, Muffin. ‘Ten Things’ it is then!” We continue eating in silence for a moment which gives me the time to think about life. What am I going to do with my life? Since the Music Academy didn’t work out and I don’t have the band anymore, maybe I should do something more … Parent-approved. “I’m thinking of looking into other colleges,” I blurt out, capturing my uncle’s attention. “Maybe check out those colleges my parents wanted me to go to. I do like languages? Maybe I could do something in that direction?” “Are you sure you want to do that, Muffin?” I take a deep breath, placing my knife and fork on my half-empty plate. “It’s better than doing absolutely nothing, you know? I can’t spend my entire life wrapped up in blankets, eating eggs and lasagna and ice cream, and cry. I mean, I can keep dreaming like I’ll live forever but I have to live it. Now or never.” I can’t help but smile at the fact I just quoted the boys’ song and I think Uncle Mitch even noticed it too. “Wise words,” he says with a smirk, “But yeah, I mean, if you really want to do that, then I’m 100% behind you, Muffin. Whatever you need.” The smile on my face widens at this, and it surprises me that my lips can still curl up this far. It feels like I haven’t done that in forever. Mitch’s smile then suddenly vanishes. “Does that then mean you’re going back to your parents’?” he asks. I swallow the lump in my throat. I hadn’t even thought of that. “No,” I reply, “No, I don’t think so… Unless you want me out?” “No! God no! I could never do that to you.” It stings a little hearing him say that since my parents could, apparently. But at the same time, it makes me happy, knowing I have a man who loves me stand on my side for once. “You’re the best, Uncle Mitch, you know that?” The smile reappears on his face, along with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I heard that before,” he chuckles, “I love you, Muffin.” He places his plate on the tray again as I do the same with mine, knowing a hug is about to ensue. “I love you too, Mitchy.” I wrap my arms around my uncle’s neck as he wraps his around my waist. A bunch of oxytocin releases in my body, and for the first time in about a week, actually makes me feel happy again.

“I hate the way you talk to me, And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, Not even at all.” I recite the poem along with Kat as Mitch and I sob. This movie always makes me cry, no matter how many times I watch it. It’s such a feel-good sad movie, perfect for the situation. My phone rings then, and after having blown my nose and wiped my tears, I pick it up. Ash’s name flashes on the screen. “Hey, Ash,” I greet with a slight quiver of my voice. “Have you been crying?” she asks, her voice instantly filled with worry. “Yeah, Mitch and I are watching 10 Things I Hate About You.” I glance over at Mitch, who’s sniffling in his tissues. “Ah,” Ash says, “The poem.” “Yah, the poem,” I whisper. In the background, I hear a couple of faint voices. She’s probably at the store, handling some customers. “So, anyway, I’m calling to see if you would like to come help me out a little. I asked my brother the last couple of days to fill in for you, but he can’t, and I really don’t have anyone else…” The voices in the background come through again. One of them faintly sounds like Owen, but I could be wrong. “It’s fine if you’re not up for it… I just really could use your help.” I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll come,” I say, which makes Mitch snap his head towards me in surprise. “Really?” Ash asks, not expecting me to say ‘yes’. “Yeah, I could use some distraction, I guess,” I tell her, and rise from the couch. “I’m going to get showered and dressed and then I’ll come, okay?” I hear the voices in the background again. I swear I hear Owen and Jeremy now. “Yeah, perfect! Thank you, Emily!” She sounds relieved. “No problem, Ash. See you in a bit.” “See you.” We both hang up and I start making my way upstairs. “What’s happening?” Mitch asks me before I get to the stairs. “Ash asked if I wanted to come help,” I tell him nonchalantly and rush up the stairs. I quickly take a shower, put some jeans and a top on, add a light layer of makeup and we’re done and ready to go. “You’re leaving the house?” Mitch asks, following after me as I grab my stuff. “On purpose?” “Yes, I am. It might do me some good,” I tell him with a simple shrug. “Okay… I’ll see you tonight then?” I’ve never seen my uncle this confused. “Yes, see you tonight,” I kiss him on the cheek and run out of the house, grabbing my bike to get to the store as fast as possible. It sounded kind of urgent when Ash called me. Plus, if those voices really were Owen and Jeremy, I might still catch a glimpse of them. The store is completely empty when I arrive. Ash is behind the counter, reading a book. “I’ve never seen it this quiet,” I tell her as I drop my bag onto the counter, making Ash jump. “Hey, Emily!” She says louder than necessary. “Hey, thanks for doing this! Uhm, my girlfriend kind of needs me, so…” She pats my shoulder before grabbing her bag and leaving the store in a hurry. I start sorting through invoices, wishing Charlie were here to do it for me because Ash’s handwriting has gotten gradually worse. As if on cue, I hear guitar strumming. Is this in my head? No, it’s actually happening. There’s no Charlie to be seen, only his voice to be heard. “First things first We start the scene in reverse All of the lines rehearsed Disappeared from my mind” He now appears from behind the wall and into my eyesight, an apologetic smile on his face. “When things got loud One of us running out I should have turned around But I had too much pride” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I can’t move a muscle. I’m completely frozen. “No time for goodbyes Didn't get to apologize Pieces of a clock that lies broken” My heart beats faster at the sound of his voice. He sounds incredibly sad and remorseful. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” My breath hitches in my throat, and I can feel the tears pricking in my eyes, getting ready to escape. I thought all my tears had dried up. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” Finally, my legs start moving and I walk towards the grand piano where the boys make me jump by starting to play their perspective instruments. Charlie follows me and takes his place behind the microphone, the volume of his voice increasing along with the impact of his words. “Silent days Mysteries and mistakes Who'd be the first to break Guess we're alike that way” My legs give out now, and I drop down onto the piano’s stool. “He said, she said Conversations in my head And that's just where they're gonna stay forever” Tears are now rushing down my cheeks as if they have a race to win. All the while Charlie’s voice gets more and more vulnerable. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” I missed this boy with all of my heart. How did I even survive days without him? “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” The boys take a musical intermezzo, just singing out ‘aah’s while Charlie walks up to me. He holds my gaze, his eyes teary and filled with absolute sadness that breaks my heart into pieces. I can tell he’s missed me too. I can tell he’s trying to make amends using the only medium he knows so well. His voice now gets lower, and he’s singing the bridge to me with only his guitar guiding him. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” The boys now pick it back up too, making my heart swell and feel heavier and heavier with sadness. Sadness Charlie feels and resonates with me through his music. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” He finishes off with a couple more chords on his guitar before completely stopping. “Charlie…” I sniffle, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, but he shakes his head. “Please, Emily, let me talk?” I nod my head to give him permission. “The boys and I, we’re really sorry for ruining your chance with the Music Academy. We tried, but we couldn’t get you a new audition. But we realized, all of us realized, that we didn’t want to be a band without you. We just couldn’t do it. You’re so important to all of us, you’ve changed all our lives for the better. There’s no way we could go on, knowing you were angry at us. So, I wrote this song for you since that’s the only way I seem to be able to convey how I feel…” I chuckle airily, making him chuckle too. “Please, Emily… I can’t not have you in my life.” “Can I talk?” He nods his head. “These past days have been really difficult for me. The Music Academy was my dream and to see that go up in flames, I don’t know, I felt like I couldn’t go on. But I realized that just because that one dream didn’t turn out as planned, I shouldn’t give up. I’m not saying I’m going to beg for another audition, because I am not. I considered it a sign that maybe that school isn’t for me,” the three boys are listening to me intently. “So, I though this morning, if I don’t have the Music Academy and I don’t have the band, I might as well just go to a parents-approved college.” Charlie glances at the rest of the band. “I mean, you do still have the band though?” Owen chimes in with a shy smile. “We can’t be Emily and The Foxes without Emily.” “Yeah, we’d just be The Foxes,” Jeremy adds with a light-hearted chuckle. I shake my head at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “I missed you guys,” I say. Charlie kneels down in front of me now. “So, what do you say, Emily? Will you join the band again?” he asks, which makes it look like he’s proposing to me. “Please?” He looks up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that I just cannot resist. Even Owen and Jeremy stare at me with hopeful eyes. “Hey, Jere,” I turn to the bassist, “I think there’s a jam you can play now.” He looks confused, but Charlie gets it and starts playing the chords to This Band is Back. “Come on, Jeremy!” Charlie counts us in, and Jeremy starts singing, placing his bass back in its stand to move freely while Owen moves away from the drums, tapping his body again. “Can you, can you hear me?” “Yep! Loud and clear!” I shout happily, jumping up from the stool. “Gotta get, gotta get ready” “'Cause it's been weeks!” I smile at Charlie’s lyric change. “Oh, this band is back,” Jeremy sings alone, grabbing my hand and twirling me around. “Oh, this band is back,” Owen, Charlie and I harmonize. We dance around the grand piano together, singing along loudly. “Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh This band is back!” Jeremy then grabs me by the waist and puts me on top of the piano, then jumping on himself. We all burst into a fit of laughter, and when we die down, I find Charlie staring at me with an endeared smile on his face. He tugs at the guitar strap, so his guitar is on his back instead. Jeremy and Owen take this as their cue to leave after both having kissed my cheeks. “So, now that the band is back… What about us?” he asks carefully. I take a deep breath. I haven’t given that a thought yet. “I don’t know, Charlie…” he looks like a hurt puppy. “I love you, but I just want to focus on the band and figuring out what I want to do with my life…” I bite the inside of my lip awaiting his response. It makes me wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. “That’s fair,” he says with a half-hearted smile, “Let’s focus on the band and become better friends instead.” His face lights up when my mouth curls upwards. “I’d like that,” I say, and hop off the piano to embrace him. “And, thanks for that song, by the way. It’s so beautiful! Definite Emily And The Foxes vibes,” I wiggle my eyebrows before walking up to Owen and Jeremy and hugging each of them. “I missed you so much!” Jeremy grunts into my ear as he picks me up from the floor. “I missed you guys too.” So much.

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 4 years

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Top 10 favorite things about TFS?

Bold of you to assume I can narrow it down to just 10 things, but I’ll try my best.

Here’s a list of things I LOVE about The Final Season of TWDG, starting from #10 and working my way down to #1.

10. Rosie is best girl and doesn’t die

Listen, okay? If you give me a game with a doggo companion that I bond with only to have said doggo die for dramatic effect... you automatically lose 2 outta 5 stars on your rating. Case in point: Season 2.

However, tfs knew not to kill Rosie off for dramatic effect, knew it’d be cheap. Plus, Rosie is a sweetheart and I love that she helps Clementine come to terms with her past trauma with dogs and genuinely bonds with her. Rosie is best girl.

9. Over the shoulder camera/controls

They’re the best of the series, having come a LONG way since S1. Like, look... Don’t get me wrong. S1 isn’t unplayable or anything, far from it, but they’re not the greatest either. They’re pretty wonky at times, the fixed camera can get annoying when you’re moving around, and sometimes button presses don’t register. It’s definitely something I have to get used to whenever I go back and replay the entire series, and like I said, it’s not the worst controls in the world... but oh man, compared to TFS?

Have you ever played S1 and then jumped straight into TFS just to get a direct comparison of the two? Because I have and it’s jarring how much smoother, accurate, and overall better everything is in TFS.

Just... props, guys. Thank you for the over-the-shoulder, movable camera, thank you for the polished button prompts, and thank you for a run button that has Clementine go into a nice jog rather than a comical run or, eh... does nothing [lookin’ at you ANF... Javi slow].

It’s just so effortless to play. The most trouble I ever have is with doors but that’s a given- Doors make no goddamn sense in this series and I’ve given up trying to learn their secrets. Oh, and speaking of more improvements!

The shooting mechanic in this game is leaps better than in S1. Y’all remember the Motor-Inn shootout? The one that was such a frustrating pain in the ass?? So much death and anger...

I still die sometimes when shooting the walkers with the bow, especially the ones that are on fire, but it’s nothing compared to the shooting mechanic in S1, so the biggest THANK YOU for that one. It’s actually enjoyable to shoot stuff this time around.

8. Collectibles

You as Clementine get to pick up various collectibles to decorate her and AJ’s dorm with and it’s great. One of my favorite bits about this game is seeing Clementine wake up in this empty, lifeless room, and see it get brighter and brighter with every collectible you place throughout the game until you reach the final scene with AJ where the room is just FULL of life and personality. Like... it’s officially theirs. It’s such a good feeling!

And the devs totally didn’t have to add the collectible system in, but I’m so thankful they did. I’m one of those people who gets every single collectible every single time I play.

7. Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth

Y’know, I honestly can’t think of a better place for Clementine and AJ to end up than Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth. It’s awesome, I love it, what a great idea. I also love the sense of wonder when we step outside for the first time and see the inside of Ericson, as well as the others, walking around. Like even Clementine is taken back by it.

Because of course it makes sense for Clementine to end up in a school surrounded by people closer to her age rather than with a group of dumbass adults like in the past three games.

Here it feels like they’re all about on the same level. There’s no older person here belittling Clementine because “she’s just a child and doesn’t get it,” they’re just people, y’know? Hell, if anything, Clementine’s now the most experienced one!

The school’s great! I wouldn’t change a thing about TFS taking place here. The environments are beautiful and I love exploring the world.

6. Marlon as an antagonistic character/final confrontation

I have an entire Marlon character discussion/study so I won’t put too much time into this one, but I will say that I love Marlon’s part in tfs. I love him as a surprise antagonistic character, I love how chill he is in the beginning, I love the final confrontation at the end of ep1... I just really like Marlon, y’know?

Ray Chase gives a damn near perfect performance as Marlon, so much so that I wish he survived past ep1 just so that I could hear more of his acting. Marlon himself in an interesting look at a leader character hiding his shame and guilt while trying to maintain control over everyone [including himself] around him, only to be broken down when he’s found out.

5. James

I know people tend to be pretty split on James, but I personally really like his role in tfs. I love that they included a character who was apart of the Whisperers, and hell, if anything I’d like to know MORE about James’ past with them.

I just find him and his whole “walkers are sort of people? kinda?” beliefs. Again, I know some people get annoyed with him because of his beliefs but I think he adds an interesting spin on the whole thing, y’know? Though I do love what a bitch he is if you don’t agree with him hahaha

James is a bitch and I love him, okay? I love his dumb walker mask, I love his dumb boyband hair, I love his whispery voice, and I love his backstory with the Whisperers and Charlie. I love this he’s trying so hard to be this pacifist that he ends up doing the literal thing he said he doesn’t want to do-- hurt people. Y’know... like attempting to kidnap AJ and threatening to break Clementine’s leg in the caves if he’s alive.

Which, by the way, that whole cave scene is a thing. It’s wild and I love it but not for the reasons the devs probably wanted. Like... it’s a little hilarious? I know it’s not supposed to be! But I can’t take James seriously when he’s walkin’ around his hands on his hips all huffy and puffy, okay? It’s just wild.

Anyway, I love James and wouldn’t get rid of him. Hell, I’m still waiting for my James with the Whisperers mini-series, Skybound.

4. Ericson Crew

There isn’t a single character from Ericson that I don’t like, or that I’d get rid of, which is rare with these games. Thinking back to the previous games, there’s always at least one person I could do without or that I didn’t like. I adore all of them!

The Ericson crew just feels closer than previous groups. For starters, they’re way more likable than most in our previous groups. Even when there’s tension [and boy is there tension at points] you still get the sense that they don’t hate each other, unlike in our previous groups. They do in fact love each other as a family and will do what they can to protect one another.

Plus, they’re all interesting. They’re troubled youth and I love all of them!

Aasim keeps a daily journal where he chronicles everything in hopes of learning from past mistakes to prevent future ones, he’s damn good with a bow, and he’s got a neat little soul patch on his chin.

Ruby is the tiny yet fiery medic of the group who adamantly believes in manners yet used to chase teachers around with pitchforks.

Brody is caught up in the twin mess with Marlon but she’s also shown to want an escape, a road trip where she and her friends can go see the beach, but she also suffers with anxiety and panic attacks and isn’t afraid to knock Marlon on his ass or swear at Clementine.

Mitch is a grumpy, tall boy who looks after Willy like a brother, knows how to make bombs out of manure and propane, and used to fight his neighbors because they didn’t like his face.

Omar is a sassy chef who has to have every ingredient just right otherwise he’s salty for a week and he can take a bullet to the leg like a champ.

Willy’s a goober who can climb trees like you wouldn’t believe and he made a bomb of his own in Mitch’s honor that completely wrecked the delta’s ship.

Tenn is a soft, naïve boy who draws and reads but isn’t afraid to stab a walker bitch if he has to.

Violet was sent to the school after witnessing her grandmother’s dead, she used to date Minerva who is now “dead,” has abandonment issues, tries to give off the appearance of a grumpy grump but like once she’s comfortable with you she’ll tell you her life story and do romantic shit like dancing and painting you a pin.

Louis was sent to Ericson because he was a rich brat who broke up his parents marriage because they wouldn’t let him take singing lessons and has felt like garbage ever since, using humor to cope and push people away, and keeps the façade on until someone’s willing to see past it in which he’ll finally bare his soul to you, name a song he wrote after you, and do everything in his power to keep you and everyone else safe over himself.

I just... Love ‘em all.

3. Clementine and AJ’s dynamic

To think that they almost killed AJ off, or kept him a minor character. That would’ve been a shame and an absolute waste because Clementine and AJ’s dynamic is super fucking good in tfs.

It’s actually a little baffling that AJ’s as good as he is, from his writing to his voice acting, he’s just great. And his relationship with Clementine is definitely one of my favorites to come from this game. It’s not perfect, but I don’t want perfect.

I love that AJ looks to Clem for guidance and I love the way our choices affect him, even when it’s a case of the bridge scene. Hate the bridge scene knowing that I gotta sacrifice a character I care about for another I love, but I can’t deny that I love how that choice is made. After everything, do you trust AJ or not?

Plus, their conversations are so well done, their chemistry is through the roof, and I wouldn’t change it.

Oh, and the barn scene? Gets me every time, even though I already know everything’s fine and gonna work out. Still gets me.

2. Clementine is Bisexual

I’ve talked about this in the past, but lemme just say that I love the fact that Clementine is canonically bisexual.

Doesn’t matter if you’re dating Louis, Violet, or no one, Clementine is still bisexual. The game confirms it through it’s text/subtext and Clementine’s actions that we don’t have control over, and the devs confirmed it. She ain’t straight, she ain’t a lesbian, she is bisexual.

I can’t express how happy that makes me. Just... 💗💜💙

And with her being bisexual comes her two great love interests: Louis and Violet. They’re amazing, and such an improvement over the previous game’s attempt at love interests... ahem, y’know... Kate.

1. Louis as a character/his relationship with Clementine

I mean... c’mon. Y’all knew what #1 was gonna be. Do I even need to explain? This entire blog is just me gushing about Louis/clouis.

Look, Louis is my favorite non-playable character across the entire series. Hell, even when you factor in playable characters, he’s STILL my absolute favorite. Like, even outside of his relationship with Clementine, I find him to be such a compelling character by himself.

Like I mentioned above, he came from a stupid rich family who gave him everything he ever wanted, but when his father wouldn’t let him take singing lessons, he literally worked for over a year to break up his parents marriage because “you get to be happy or you get to be rich, can’t be both.”

He gets sent to Ericson where the apocalypse happens, he never gets to make up with his parents, and he ends up using jokes and piano as a coping mechanism to deal with everything, falls into a cycle of being unreliable and the butt of the joke, and lives one day at a time without much thought for the future.

He puts on the happy jokester persona to push people away from knowing the real him and rarely shares much about himself. Hell, when Clementine does hunting and decides to take care of the walker with him, he actually does let down the wall for a minute to share his view on “this moment” before looking away like “Oof, shared too much-- HEY, GO CHECK ON AASIM :D I’LL BE OVER HERE :D FIXING THE TRAP :D and adjusting the wall ahem--”

It’s so interesting because you’d think that he’d be more open about his past with Marlon or the twins or whatever [like Violet is] but no, he doesn’t tell you shit about his past until EPISODE 3 and you have to work to get that story.

I just... I just love him. Could talk about and analyze his character for hours. And I love his relationship with Clementine. It’s just so good. The piano scene where they finally admit their feelings for one another?? That shit has my entire heart. Their entire relationship is my favorite. What else is there to say?

#asks #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg brody #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg james #twdg tenn #twdg omar #twdg minerva

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years

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AAR - V - Screams

Russia grows frustrated, staring angrily at the small fox in his lap.

'I can't speak. I can't walk. I can't even hold a doll by myself.'

Nothing he tries to say comes out right. He tries to ask questions, tries to tell America how much he likes the doll, tries to say anything at all. It all comes out as gibberish. Unfortunately for his temper, he has nothing else to do. Everyone had shut down their phones before leaving the city and had gotten radios before leaving Colorado to communicate.

He tries to work out his mouth as if to convince it to cooperate. Open. Close. Open. Close. Pop music plays in the background from the radio, just loud enough for Russia to whisper under it without feeling like everyone had heard his garbled speech.

Russia tries his best to get his tongue and mouth to make any understandable sounds.

"America," he tries.

'It still doesn't sound right.'

'It never sounds right.'

He clenches his fists as tight as he could, only to realize that his fists can't even fully close. He made a sort of growling in the back of his throat.

"Russ, are you doing okay?"

Russia shakes his head and blinks back the tears gathering in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

'I can't even tell you!'

Russia averts his eyes back to the fox doll.

"Hey, look at me," America says.

Russia begrudgingly looks up, and America looks worried.

"What about this, I'll ask yes or no questions and I'll try to figure out what it is, okay? Just nod or shake your head. Sound good?"

Russia reluctantly nods. America gives him a small smile.

"Okay, so, are your fingers bothering you?"

'Yes'

"Are they painful?"

'No'

"Is it because they're hard to use?"

'Yes'

"Is that it?"

'No'

America hums in thought before turning back.

"Are you upset because I couldn't understand you?"

'Yes. No one can.'

"Well, do you remember last time this happened?"

'Yes.'

"Do you remember how long it took to start talking again?"

'No.'

"I know this sucks for you, but you are getting better. You were walking around and can move your fingers," America says optimistically. Russia looks away, frustration lodged in his throat. America sighs.

"Are you this upset because you can't do things by yourself?"

Russia closes his eyes. He doesn't want to admit it. He feels embarrassed and helpless. Ultimately, he doesn't answer.

"Is this because you don't want to ask for help?"

Russia nods, feeling his cheeks burn. America sighs. Russia forcefully stares out the window, watching the hills roll by.

America tenderly grasps Russia's face and turns Russia's head to face him. Russia doesn't resist.

"Hey, look at me. Please."

Russia looks up to meet his eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed. Remember, the only reason you're like this is because you saved us. You saved me, Russia. You know that?"

Russia nods.

"I know this is bad. I know you're frustrated. And I'm sorry I can't help you. I know it's hard. But we're getting there," America whispers.

Russia closes his eyes and leans into America's hands. America draws Russia's face forward and they press their foreheads together. Russia feels the frustration begin to fade. America gathers up his shaking hands and holds them together, infusing them with warmth.

Russia tries to relax, to let go of the anger that had gathered in his chest. It doesn't disappear completely, but it becomes more tolerable, less suffocating.

"I'm here," America mutters, "and don't you forget it."

Russia laughs quietly, though he's not sure why.

'It sounds more normal now,' Russia notes, almost happily.

America pulls away and smiles, and Russia smiles back. America guilds Russia's head down with his warm hands and Russia doesn't resist. America gently presses a kiss on his forehead, and Russia feels his cheeks grow hot, but finds that he doesn't mind. America guilds his head back and stares into his eyes.

"We will figure out what's going on, and we'll figure out how to stop it. Kick their a**es for even thinking about messing with us," America says, a determined look in his eyes, and a small smile on his face, "as soon as we're all healed up, we'll raise h***."

Russia nods in agreement.

"We'll be damned if we don't help you," Texas chimes in.

"He's right, you know," Georgia adds.

"I can help burn the place down," Arizona says, cackling.

America laughs, a proud spark in his eyes as he looks to the states.

"I'm sure you will. But right now, we need to focus on making sure that everyone is safe," America says. Texas agrees.

Russia decides to give his voice a break. He basks in the warmth from America, who holds his hands, gently playing with his fingers.

Russia closes his eyes, leaning his head against the headrest.

Outside grows dark, and they swap drivers when they get gas. Once they get started again, Russia grabs a water bottle and tries to open it. He wrestles with it for a few minutes before handing it to America for help. He tries to ignore the embarrassment in the pit of his stomach. America opens it easily and hands it back to him. Russia feels grateful at the fact that America helped him without a second thought and that he hadn't made a big deal of it.

He feels a little embarrassed taking pride in the fact that he could feed himself, but the proud smile America gives him makes it worth it.

'At least now I can survive on my own.'

Russia had begun to drift off, only for knocking against the window to wake him up. He sits up, confused. He looks around and sees Texas had taken over driving, and outside it pitch black save for what's illuminated by headlights.

They had to have been going pretty fast, with how the ground seems to move.

'Then where did that knocking come from?'

"What is that?" he tries to ask. The words are almost recognizable now.

"Don't look," Finland says quietly.

"What," Russia says, a demanding tone to his voice.

"What 'what'?" Texas asks.

"Nnn," Russia tries, putting all his effort into the word, "knock. Knocking."

'One word at a time works best.'

His speech still doesn't sound right, even to his own ears. His accent as heavy as it had been when he first started learning English. His tongue might be cooperating now, but only in his native pronunciations. It may sound weird, but at least now he could be understood.

"Knocking? You heard knocking?" Finland asks. Russia nods, pointing to his window.

"That's not good. At all," Texas mutters, grabbing for the radio.

"Hey, are any of y'all having anything weird happenin'?" Texas says into the radio, turning up the volume on its speaker.

"Now that y'all mention it, yeah. Somethin's been runnin' in the trees. Have any of y'all been seeing that?" Kentucky's voice rings out.

"Yeah, we saw it too, Tuck," Dixie says. His voice sounds tired.

"Same here," Michigan says, "but I don't think it's just one thing."

"Yeah, me and Mitch have been seeing all sorts of things. I think they're hiding from the lights," Idaho interjects.

"Delaware and I have been hearing stuff. We thought we heard something behind us," Oregon relays through the radio.

"Has Bama's car seen anything?" Arkansas asks.

"No, we haven't," Wisconsin replies.

"We haven't either," Nova Scotia offers, "Illinois and Minnesota say the same thing."

"I feel like we're being watched," South Dakoda says.

"Us too. Ohio's been staring out the window because of it," North Dakoda says.

"All my passengers are asleep, but I could've sworn I heard someone talking. I couldn't understand it, but it was there," Saskatchewan says.

"And then-"

"Shut up," Michigan snaps, "do you guys see that?"

"See what?" Dixie demands.

"The thing on the left side of the road," Michigan replies.

Russia sits up a little more in his seat and tries to get a peek outside, but can't see anything. America stirs and sits up, yawning.

"Gan, I don't see nothing," Texas says, cautious.

"It's... holy s*** that thing is huge..." Michigan says, trailing off.

"Ignore it," Arizona says into the radio, her voice sounds strange.

"What?"

"I said IGNORE IT," Arizona demands.

"But what is it?"

"A Navajo story that I will NOT explain right now. Do not say its name, you will get its attention," Arizona demands.

Russia feels his hair stand on end. America tenses and straightens in his seat, a scared look in his eyes. Russia wraps him in a protective hold.

'Something is watching us.'

He looks out the window over Georgia's head and doesn't see anything.

At first.

"We have to keep driving. NO EXCEPTION," Arizona demands into the radio, her voice shaky, "if it jumps out, hit it. That's no animal. I will try to do a prayer when we stop so the evil may forget our faces. But do not stop. Do not serve."

The pass, the atmosphere tense. Russia stares out the window. He spots a black shadow thing sitting on the side of the road, bright red eyes stare at him as they pass.

Then he sees it get up.

"It's getting up," Russia tries to stay, but even America gives him a confused look. The words sound garbled and Russia groans.

"Monster," Russia says, his speech slow and enunciated, "stand."

Then the radio blasts the sounds of someone fumbling the microphone.

"IT'S FOLLOWING US!" Delaware shouts.

Behind Delaware's voice is panicked screaming and arguing.

Looking out through the rearview window, Russia sees a disturbing thing chasing them, it runs out from behind Delaware's car.

It passes into the headlights, and Russia feels like he's going to vomit. It looked kinda like a deer, but like it had been turned inside-out. It looked too large to be normal, and it ran on its hind legs.

"Someone sent it after us," Arizona mutters.

"Should we shoot it?" Alabama asks.

"No. It'll lose interest, just keep going," Arizona insists.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Bama. I swear to God, if I hear a single gunshot, I'll make sure you're the first one it eats."

The thing begins to run beside the car, and Russia gets a close-up view of its contorted features. Its face looks scarily human.

Almost.

Its teeth stuck out, like the jaw of a horse. It's nose looked like the skeletal nostrils of a human, and its eyes.

Its eyes cause him to freeze.

They look human. Wide, and a golden hazel color. They stare into his soul and hold a deep, unfathomable animosity for him.

His eyes lock with it.

His heart stops.

The urge to break eye contact is intense, but he refuses to listen. Something deep in this gut tells him not to look away

He stares until it changes its gaze. It springs into the air, soaring over the road.

It lands and screams.

The scream sounded like someone whose lungs were filling with blood. It is piercing and gurgled.

Then, it turns and disappears behind the trees on the other side of the road.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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May I Have This Dance Headcannon

Mitch - The gala that you’re undercover at is grand and luxurious. The attendees all dressed to the nines and in all their finest fabrics. You can’t complain too much as you’re dressed as nicely in a floor length silky gown that has a high slit giving you access to the gun strapped to your thigh. Sticking to the edges of the party you keep to yourself not wanting to draw too much attention. You can feel eyes on you and the earpiece crackles softly in your ear. Just then a body steps in your path and you look up to stare confused at Mitch. He's smirking softly at you as he holds his hand out palm facing upwards. "May I have this dance?" He asks politely and suddenly the earpiece crackles to life. "Stay on task Delta One!" You bite your lip as your eyes dart up to Mitch's. He's grinning now at you still waiting for your response. Placing your hand in his you watch as his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Target's on my left over my shoulder." "Got him." You respond as Mitch pulls you closely into his body and begins swaying to the soft music. You focus on the target as Mitch moves you about the dance floor effortlessly. "Had to get you in my arms sometime tonight. Especially with that dress on you." Mitch says heatedly as he steps even closer to you. You smirk softly and shake your head slightly. "Stay on task sweetheart. Later you can help me take the dress off." You tease and watch as his eyes darken at the thought of undressing you.

Marcus - The annual Christmas is well underway and you lean against the wall watching in awe as your fellow teammates continue to drink themselves into oblivion. You've been nursing the same beer for at least an hour. You didn't want to potentially embarrass yourself by getting drunk. Especially since your team leader Marcus Pike was here. He had shown up with his on again off again flame Teresa Lisbon for the party and when you had seen them walk in your heart had shattered. He had come straight to you and introduced you to Teresa yet again. You had been polite and said hello but once pleasantries were given you had left the little group and avoided him at all costs. Your heart was still bleeding after seeing him show up with her. "You're awfully quiet tonight." Came the smooth voice that you had wanted to stay away from all night. Turning your head to the side you spotted Marcus leaning against the wall next to you. Shrugging you took a swing of your beer. "Anything I could do to lift your spirits?" He asked with a hopeful smile. "Nope, think I'm gonna head out." You responded as you pushed off the wall to go throw out your bottle. "Hey." He said softly, trying once again to find out what was wrong. "I'm fine Pike. Go ask your girlfriend to dance." You spat out bitterly as you walked away not bothering to look back and see the shocked face of your team leader as he quickly put the pieces together.

Francisco - The music played softly around the two of you as Frankie guided you a relaxed dance. You smiled softly as you rested your head against his chest with your arms slung low around his hips. His head was resting atop your hair and you could feel his breath ghosting against the strands of your hair softly. The wedding had been beautiful and Pope had looked so handsome standing up at the altar with his bride next to him proclaiming his love. “It was a nice wedding wasn’t it?” Frankie asked quietly and you nodded against him burying your face in his chest. “Yes it was a beautiful wedding. Thanks for bringing me along as your date.” you replied. “No one else I’d rather bring.” he said truthfully as you pulled away to smile warmly up at him. “Do you ever see yourself getting married?” he asked curiously as he looked down at you. You felt your heart beat hopefully in your chest at his question. You had always loved Frankie ever since you met him when you were kids. There was just something about him that had drawn you to him and to stick by his side throughout the years. You had always hoped that eventually he’d get the hints you threw his way but he never had so you had just contented yourself with being his friend. “Mija?” he asked softly. You blinked your eyes for a moment shaking your head softly. “Sorry got lost for a moment.” you responded. “Actually no, I’ve never thought marriage was in the cards for me.” “Why not?” he asked with a soft frown. “The one I had hoped for just never showed an interest.” you answered with a shrug before your lips pulled up into a grimace. “He’s a fool.” Frankie said firmly. “You’re a catch mija.” You laughed ironically at his words and shook your head. “Who is he? Maybe I can talk some sense into him.” he suggested and you laughed before shaking your head again. “You’d be talking to a mirror than Frankie.” you blurted out and once your mind caught up to what you said your eyes widened and darted up to to see his own wide eyes. You tried to quickly pull away but Frankie’s arms held you tightly against him as he gazed down at you searching your eyes. “Verdad mija?” he asked softly and you nodded your head. “I am a fool then for not seeing it sooner.” he said softly as he leant down towards you. “I’m so sorry mija, I could’ve saved us both from heartache years ago.” And it was your turn to stare at him as his words filter into your brain. Frankie nodded his head and pressed his lips softly to yours. You sucked in air through your nose and gripped him tightly. Better late than never, you supposed.

Stiles - The gymnasium was filled with students as strobe lights flashed and bounced around the walls. You smiled widely at your friend as the two of you walked into the dance. It was the Winter Formal and you were excited to finally be able to let loose after the semester you had had. Werewolves were now a thing in your life and after being bitten by Derek Hale you had joined his pack reluctantly. You hadn’t asked for the bite and he had given it to you after your parents had had a horrible car accident that had left you on the verge of death. Your eyes peered around the room as you silently looked for the one person you were hoping to see. While you hadn’t asked for the bite you were thankful for the people the bite had brought into your life. More specifically one awkward spastic young man, Stiles Stilinski. You continued to look around the room until you were able to latch onto his scent and your eyes quickly followed to where he was. When your eyes landed on him you could feel the despair coming up to suffocate you. He stood swaying on the dance floor with Lydia Martin in his arms. You halted in your steps and let go of your friend’s arm allowing her to continue on into the dance. You watched silently as Stiles turned Lydia slowly in a circle until he was facing you and his eyes caught yours over her shoulder. His eyes widened as he spotted you standing there and you could hear his soft gulp. Gritting your teeth in anger you spun on your heels and stalked out of the gym not bothering to stop as you heard him calling your name. You managed to make it out of the school and into the cool night air before he caught up to you. “Wait please!” he called as he stopped a few steps from you. Turning your head over your shoulder you didn’t bother turning around to face him. “She just wanted to dance, I swear. It’s not like that. I don’t have feelings for her.” he tried to explain. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as you heard his heartbeat pick up as he spoke, he was lying. “You know I’ve gotten better at listening to heartbeats.” you said sarcastically and heard his heartbeat pick up again in his chest. “So I know you’re lying.” You shook your head in disappointment. “I hope you’re happy with her Stiles.” you said softly before you walked away from the confused young man and into the dark night.

Tequila - You smiled softly as Tequila as he parked his truck on the edge of a field of wild flowers. You watched curiously as he turned off the engine and quickly got out of the truck. The sun was just starting it’s descent in the sky and the colors were turning from a bright orange to a soft pink and purple. Tequila came around the truck and placed an old radio on the hood. Turning it on he found a radio station he liked and turned up the volume as it played a slow country song. You then watched as he made a beeline for your door and opened it easily holding his hand out to you. "May I have this dance honey?" He asked sweetly and you gasped at the romantic gesture he was presenting to you. "Why I'd be honored." You said around a soft gasp. He grinned at you before helping you out of truck. Pulling you to stand in front of the radio he tugged you close into his body and began dancing with you in a circle twirling you around under his arm. Your laughter rang out into the quiet evening and you felt your heart beat an extra beat just for this romantic silly man you got to call yours.

Whiskey - You grinned as you heard the soft crooning voice of your husband singing a soft country song. Slipping from the bed you silently walked through the house and his voice got louder the closer you got to the kitchen. Coming to stand in the doorway of the kitchen you smiled as you crossed your arms and leaned against the door jam. There he stood in front of the stove singing softly along with the song on the radio as he stirred the eggs in the hot pan in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned worn blue jeans. Your smile widened as you watched him start to sway his hips to the chorus and you couldn’t help the soft chuckle that fell from your lips as his feet started to move. When he heard your soft laughter he whirled around with a grin on his face as he spotted you. “May I have this dance?” you asked, teasing him with a wide grin on your face as you stepped closer to him. His bright happy chuckle made your heart soar as he grabbed onto your hand and tugged you close into his body while his other hand came to wrap around your side and his hand lay flat in the middle of your back. “Sweetheart you can have all of my dances.” he said warmly as he leant down and pressed a passionate soft kiss to your lips swaying you to the music on the radio.

Raymond - You quickly walked up the steps to the dance studio after waving at Bunny who sat in the black SUV parked at the curb. He saluted you with a bright smile and you ducked into the building. Removing your coat you hung it on the hook by the door. Your hands slid down your dress smoothing it out as you stepped hurriedly down the hall and into the large dance room with tall mirrors alongside one wall. You stopped once you saw the dark colored coat clad back of the man standing in the middle of the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late. My work took much longer than anticipated. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” you said in apology as you took a step closer to the man. You watched as he slowly turned and your eyes widened as you recognized the man who stood before you. “Haven’t been waitin’ long love. Just got done myself.” he said smirking softly at you. “Raymond? But I thought I was going to have dance lessons.” you said confused. “You are love. It’s going to be with me.” he said knowingly as he began to remove his outer coat. You tilted your head to the side in confusion as you watched him fold his coat and lay it on a chair against the wall. “Rosalyn felt that since we would be the two attending the gala it would be best to have dance lessons together.” he said in explanation. “You know how to dance though.” you blurted out and watched as Ray looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “And how do you know that love?” he asked softly as he stepped closer to you. You felt the blush heat your skin as he stepped up into your space, his arms coming out to hold out at his sides. “C’mon then love, tell me how you know that.” he challenged you softly and you watched him silently as he stepped another step closer. “Bunny told me.” you said softly as you gazed up at him lifting your chin in defiance at his challenging manner. Your knees were shaking in the face of his deadly presence. You knew he was a dangerous man, he had to be as the right hand man of Mickey Pearson. “Fuckin’ Bunny.” he said softly and you ducked your head to hide your grin. “So it’s true then?” you asked him softly avoiding his eyes. “Never you mind.” he said dismissively and you grinned before you set your hand in his outstretched one and your hand landed softly on his shoulder. “Teach me to dance Raymond.” you said as you stepped into his arms. Ray looked down at you and you saw something flash in his eyes before a slow smirk pulled across his lips.

Forrest - The air felt charged in the large barn as everyone mingled and laughed. The church group was playing a lively song and people were cheering as they danced along the floor. You smiled softly as you watched them dance and felt your heart clench in your chest with want. Just then you saw movement out of the corner of your eye and when you turned your head you couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips. Jack, Howard and Forrest Bondurant had finally come to join the gathering. Your eyes trailed over to where Forrest leaned against the post and tilted his hat so that it covered part of his eyes. When your eyes moved to Howard who leaned against the stairs behind Forrest you rolled your eyes at him as he wiggled his eyebrows at you and his salacious smirk was directed at you. Jack sat on the stairs with a crate of their famous moonshine and tipped his hat to you while you smiled and nodded your head back at him. Walking purposely over to the three brothers you watched as Howard’s smirk grew even wider on his face and Jack grinned delighted at your advancement towards them. But the attention of the one Bondurant brother that you wanted to catch didn’t seem to happen as you stepped over to the men. “Evenin’ boys.” you said warmly and nodded your head. “Evenin’ sweetheart, how’ve you been?” Howard asked kindly and you responded politely before darting over your eyes to Forrest who was still leaned up against the post watching the gathering. Pulling up your stature you stared determined at the middle brother and gathered your courage. “Hey Forrest.” you said softly and stepped closer to his side, his eyes darted over to you and he grunted softly in greeting. “Would you like to dance?” you asked softly. “I don’t dance.” he responded gruffly and you felt the confidence you had just gathered quickly leave you. “Oh, alright.” you said dejectedly in a soft tone. And before you turned to leave Howard spoke up. “But Forrest the lady is asking you to dance.” he said trying to ease your bruised pride and while you were grateful you’d rather he wouldn’t. “I don’t dance.” Forrest repeated still in that gruff tone. You shook your head at Howard and quickly left the brothers not wanting your poor little aching heart to break any more. “You’re an idiot Forrest Bondurant.” Howard said fiercely as he glared at his younger brother. “What are you talkin’ ‘bout Howard?” Forrest asked in a grunt and Howard shook his head. “That poor girl was asking you to dance because for some reason that I can’t fathom she’s sweet on you.” Howard said sternly. Forrest furrowed his brows as his eyes darted over to your retreating figure as you left the barn to walk outside. “I don’t dance.” Forrest said in a grunt again and Howard shook his head. “You’re a fool then.” Howard said angrily and Forrest sighed silently knowing Howard was right.

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96thdayofrage · 4 years

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Once a decrepit eyesore, today the refurbished bridge is a jewel of modern Chattanooga and a symbol of progress for a city that has undergone an urban renaissance. As part of a years-long effort to transform Chattanooga into an outdoor destination, the bridge is now a popular backdrop for marriage proposals, festivals and summer fireworks. Pictures of its bright blue beams appear on the city’s tourism websites and brochures. There’s a rock-climbing wall on one of the bridge’s pillars.

“It’s our Eiffel Tower,” said Mitch Patel, a businessman who owns a hotel at the southern entrance of the bridge.

But for many of Chattanooga’s Black residents, the city’s beloved pedestrian bridge isn’t an architectural beacon of the New South, but a painful reminder of the old: Before the Walnut Street Bridge became a tourist draw, it was a lynching ground. In 1893 and again in 1906, enraged White mobs hanged Black men from the bridge.

“A lot of those people don’t know what happened on that bridge. In the White community, it wasn’t spoke out in the open so much” said Eric Atkins, a local activist who has worked to raise awareness of the killings and memorialize the victims. “In the Black community, you never forget one of these atrocities. You never forget a lynching.”

Even as the bridge became a central gathering place of the city, some Black Chattanoogans who know its history have refused to cross it.

Donivan Brown, a speaker, organizer and equity trainer, stands near the entrance to the Walnut Street Bridge, where Ed Johnson, a Black man wrongfully accused of raping a White woman, was lynched in 1906. (William DeShazer for The Washington Post)

“I really don’t feel comfortable walking the bridge,” said Donivan Brown, the chairman of a group spearheading the memorial effort. “I felt as if by walking across the bridge that it was some sort of affirmation of silence or the fact that it’s a playground now.”

Now, more than a century later, Chattanooga is taking a major step to acknowledge its dark racial history. This spring, it will unveil a monument at the southern entrance of the bridge to honor Black victims of white supremacy and recognize those who risked their lives to defend them.

At a time when Americans are reconsidering what is worthy of public memorialization — and removing statues across the country that commemorate those who fought to uphold systems of oppression against Black people — Chattanooga is aiming to identify new heroes to venerate.

The memorial, designed by artist Jerome Meadows, will mark the location where Ed Johnson, a Black man wrongfully accused of raping a White woman, was killed in 1906. Johnson had been convicted in a county court and sentenced to death. The lynching occurred after the U.S. Supreme Court ordered a stay of execution. Johnson’s tragic end led to the first and only criminal trial in the Supreme Court’s history and affirmed its power to intervene in state and local affairs. In 2000, a Hamilton County judge formally cleared Johnson of wrongdoing.

The memorial features life-size statues of Johnson and two attorneys, Styles Hutchins and Noah Parden, Black men who appealed his case to the Supreme Court after White lawyers refused. Three other Hamilton County lynching victims, Charles Brown, Alfred Blount and Charles Williams, also will be memorialized. When completed, the memorial will be a part of a new plaza that city planners hope will become a space for public gatherings.

The memorial’s completion comes after years of effort from an interracial committee of volunteers called the Ed Johnson Project. Advocates for the memorial said they see it as an opportunity for people to not only consider the past but also pause to think about race relations in the United States today.

Lynching was a common practice in the American South in the decades after the Civil War. From 1877 to 1950, more than 4,000 Black people were lynched, according to a historical count by the Equal Justice Initiative.

Those who carried out the lynchings were almost never convicted of a crime. Congress did not pass a law designating lynching as a federal hate crime until 2020.

America’s first post-WWII race riot led to Thurgood Marshall’s near-lynching

Although lynching claimed the lives of thousands of Black people, memorials remembering the victims of its terror are rare. One of the most prominent markers is in Duluth, Minn., where a mob of 10,000 people killed three Black entertainers who were accused of rape in 1920. The National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery, Ala., houses more than 800 markers to symbolize thousands of lynching victims. The markers are individualized and mobile, with the hope that local communities with histories of lynching will erect them where lynchings took place.

An article about the lynching of Ed Johnson in the April 7, 1906, edition of the Topeka Daily Herald. (Topeka Daily Herald)

The memory of Johnson’s case faded over the years, particularly among White residents, until the 1999 publication of the book “Contempt of Court: The Turn-of-the-Century Lynching That Launched a Hundred Years of Federalism,” by Mark Curriden and Leroy Phillips Jr. The book told of the night of Jan. 23, 1906, when a 21-year-old White woman named Nevada Taylor was returning home from work and a man attacked and raped her in the dark.

Based on a dubious tip, Johnson was arrested and accused of raping Taylor, a crime punishable by death.

Judge Samuel Davis McReynolds oversaw a rushed trial that legal historians say was riddled with problems. Johnson maintained his innocence, noting that at the time of the attack he was at work in a saloon. More than a dozen witnesses, White and Black, confirmed his alibi. When asked to identify her attacker, Taylor testified that she could not swear it was Johnson.

Despite the lack of evidence, Johnson was convicted and sentenced to death. He would have been left to die, had it not been for Parden and Hutchins, who took up his cause after most of his White lawyers abandoned him.

On March 17, Parden appealed Johnson’s case before the Supreme Court. Justice John Marshall Harlan agreed to delay Johnson’s execution. The decision outraged White residents back in Chattanooga.

Ed Johnson’s grave at Pleasant Garden Cemetery, a Black cemetery that is now being maintained by volunteers after it closed in 1970. (William DeShazer for The Washington Post)

The night Johnson was lynched, Sheriff Joseph F. Shipp ordered all but one guard at the county jail to take the night off. When a mob gathered outside demanding Johnson, Shipp made no effort to stop them as they rammed through the doors of the jail and hauled Johnson outside.

The mob dragged Johnson six blocks north to the Walnut Street Bridge and demanded he confess.

“I am ready to die. But I never done it,” Johnson said, before uttering his final words. “God bless you all. I am a innocent man.”

They tied a noose around his neck and hoisted him up from the bridge’s second rung. While Johnson struggled in the air, people in the crowd shot him, but the rope broke before he died. While his body lay on the ground, a man shot him five times in the head. A sheriff’s deputy cut off Johnson’s fingers with a knife as a souvenir.

Before the crowd dispersed, someone pinned a note on his chest: “To Justice Harlan: Come get your n----- now.”

No local arrests were made.

The murder sent shock waves through Washington. President Theodore Roosevelt called for retribution. The Supreme Court charged Shipp with contempt of court and hauled him and those who could be identified from the lynch mob to Washington to undergo the first and only criminal trial in the history of the court. They were found guilty, but served only a few months in prison. Upon returning to Chattanooga, they were celebrated as heroes. Parden and Hutchins, meanwhile, fled the city.

As time passed, Johnson’s story faded from memory.

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leafs-lover · 4 years

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If he’s lucky I’ll let him join

Part 1: Wildest Dream

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A/N: I wrote this kind of quickly. I’ve had this idea for a while now, i hope you like it. In case you haven’t noticed I have a thing for Fred, but how can you not?

Warning: Swearing, some drinking, and smut lots of smut, this is pure filth. I actually toned it back from my original plan a bit believe it or not...

Word Count: 7500

“You don’t have to do this” he says looking into your eyes. You stare at the man a few meters away in the corner of the room, his light eyes full of care and compassion. You turn your head to the man beside you; his pupil’s dark and dilated, full of lust.

You have talked about this a bit, but you have thought about it even more. You had been thinking about it for months, unsure how to bring it up. You and Fred only met in December and had been hanging out for almost a month when he invited you out for drinks with some of the players and their girlfriends.

They all seemed really nice, and welcomed you in to their circle. You felt calm and at ease until the door opened and a 6’3” brunette entered. He had broad shoulders, similar to most of the men in the room. His shirt showed off his sculpted arms, almost looking one size too tight. He had on a ball cap, dark hair peeking out under it as he entered smiling at his friends.

He greeted everyone before making his way to you, “you must be (Y/N). Auston, nice to meet you.” You smile back at him “yeah you too.” You spend most of the night chatting with Fred and Mitch, while some of the players play beer pong. You kept getting the feeling someone was looking at you, and every time you turned around you often found Auston staring at you from the corner of his eye.

You think it happened when he pulled you in for a game of beer pong as his partner. His hand hit the small of your back and the hair on the nape of your neck stood up in response. “Fair warning I’m not the best at it” you say stopping beside him at the table. “You’ll probably have to carry me.”

“I think I can handle that” he says smirking at you. He gives you a gentle shove as you set the cups up. You immediately feel wetness pool in your core.

You continue with the game and the playful banter has your mind wandering. Thinking about his body pressed up against you tongue drawing slow circles along your neck. You could feel yourself practically dripping as you continue to play.

Mitch throws a ball and it begins to swirl around the rim of the cup, you bend to blow the ball out when Auston hooks a finger in pulling it out before it touches the liquid. Watching him makes you wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers curled inside you.

You immediately glance over to Fred who was none the wiser to what his friend was making you feel. You know if you stay beside him longer you won’t be able to pull yourself away. As soon as the game is over you manage to pull Fred away; you barely made it through the door before pressing him against the wall.

Pressing his jacket off his wide shoulders you slowly dropped to your knees. Keeping your eyes glued on the 6'4” Dane above you, you pulled his thick cock into your mouth. You noticed his eyes straining his breathing getting uneasy, getting closer to spilling inside your mouth. Before his warmth was dripping down your throat he pulled you off your knees.

Within seconds he picked you up carrying you to his room. Instead of throwing you against his mattress he pinned you against the wall. He followed your lead dropping to his knees and throwing one leg over his shoulder. His mouth quickly found your slick heat, tongue sliding inside your walls.

An hour later you’re lying in his bed, the man beside you having just fallen asleep. You stare at the ceiling with a million thoughts running through your head. Thoughts about Auston and what you felt being around him.

You told yourself it was the drinks that had you feeling that way. You would never do anything with Auston, you are seeing Fred. You didn’t want to date Auston, but all you could think about was him railing you while Fred shoved his dick down your throat, him filling you with his warm cum. You had never had a threesome, never even considered one, but every time you were in his presence you only wanted him more.

You would never bring it up to Fred, mostly because you don’t know how to tell him you want his best friend to fuck you. You don’t want to create any tension between the two boys or for Fred to feel uncomfortable with you being around the team. You tell yourself it’s a stupid crush that will go on its own, and you only find yourself imagining these things when you spend time with Auston. It’s not like you think about him every day.

You and Fred haven’t discussed labels; you talk to him sometimes while he is on the road and exchange texts. For the most part you keep it pretty causal but you have amazing sex together. You spend most of your time in his apartment, but you occasionally go out on dates together. Regardless of the status of your relationship you don’t want to jeopardize what you have by bringing up his friend.

It didn’t help when the boys returned from their LA road trip in March and had a weekend off. They had a couple practices, but no games for 3 nights, and those days fell on an actual weekend. You all planned on going to a club, Early Mercy. You dressed in your favourite black dress. It was likely an inch or two too short, and the cut hung low accentuating your chest. You paired it with a pair of bright red stilettos.

Fred is dressed in a tight long sleeve shirt; it’s tight enough to show off his tight muscles underneath. The drinks have been flowing, and a few shots have been thrown back. You are feeling good as you sit lightly on Fred’s thigh, his arm around you. “You are driving me crazy” he whispers in your ear as your hand slides down his back. You lean in closer to his ear and chuckle placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Turning your head you stare across the table to Auston in his tight black button down shirt. The top button is left undone, his chain peeking out from his firm chest. You grin at him as you feel his eyes glancing over you while he talks to Will. You think about how he is driving you crazy without even doing anything. He smirks at you taking a sip of his drink, before turning his attention back to William.

You place a soft kiss on Fred’s cheek “I’m going to run to the bathroom” you say getting up. You look at Fred’s glass, seeing it is almost empty.

On your way back you stop at the bar to order you both another drink. Someone beside you stumbles back into you and you begin to lose your footing. You feel a strong pair of hands on your hip as they help keep you from falling.

“You okay?” you hear him say loudly over the music into your ear.

You feel a tingling in your core instantly recognizing the voice, his arms still on your hips and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to hear a response. You turn slightly and smell his cologne and practically lose your footing there “yeah” you yell back “I’m good. Thanks.” You smile at him and he removes his hands from you before turning to the bartender to order drinks.

As he pulls his hands off, you feel the sensation burning where they once were. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his fingers pressed deep inside you. His fingers fucking you, bringing you to a high.

Later that night you are in bed with Fred. He is on his back, you positioned between his legs sucking his cock. His hand is lightly in your hair holding it away from your face as you deep throat him. You haven’t been going down on him long, but you are completely ignited, fire radiates inside you. Fred senses your mood, and pushes his hips to fuck into your mouth. In less than 3 minutes Fred is holding your head steady as he is spilling deep down your throat.

After you finish licking him up you pull your mouth from him. You crawl up sitting on his stomach, his dick pressed under your hips. You rock your hips against him as you lean down and kiss him. Fred groans as you continue to grind back onto him, he tries to push you on your back to return the favour but you can’t wait.

You can tell he is half hard again underneath you, so you push his chest back down. You grin down at him and ride up, bringing a hand down to his member. After a few strokes he is painfully hard and you line yourself and his tip is pressing into your entrance. Fred reaches into the side table to pull out a condom, you shake your head.

“I want all of you, fill me with your cum” you say to him. His eyes go wide as he pulls you down by the back of your neck kissing you. His fingers slide to your hips and he pulls you down onto him, you both gasp at the feeling. Before allowing any time to adjust you set a fast pace. You cum twice on his cock before Fred finally spills deep inside you.

“Fuck, what came over you tonight?” he asks, pulling you into his arms.

“I don’t know” you say lightly.

“Well whatever it was, feel free to have it happen again” he mumbles into your hair.

You laugh as you hear him fall asleep. A ting of guilt washes over you; you know exactly what came over you. You kept imagining it was Auston’s dick hitting the back of your throat. That you were riding Auston as Fred kissed your neck and played with your breasts.

You tell yourself you will tell Fred, try and explain what you are feeling. Find a way to not make him awkward or uncomfortable as you tell him you want to fuck his best friend.

But before you have the chance the NHL pauses the season for the coronavirus pandemic. Fred takes off to quarantine with Auston, you aren’t that surprised. If he stayed you would be stuck in a small condo. But it does suck not having him around for sex for the next two months.

While he is in Arizona you talk periodically and exchange text messages. You know he is enjoying himself, but in mid-June he leaves to return back to complete his 14 day quarantine prior to the season starting.

You are sitting in your living room when you hear your phone chime.

F: Hey I just finished my quarantine want to hang out?

Y: Yes! Be there in an hour?

F: Can’t wait ;)

You walk into his apartment and before you can get the door closed Fred has you pinned against it “missed you” he mumbles kissing you.

“Missed you too Fred” you chuckle as he reaches down to grip your legs and carry you to his room.

An hour later you are tangled in his arms, your bodies a sweaty mess. “Sorry for dragging you here right away, I just missed you” he says brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Never apologize when you give me three orgasms” you laugh. “How was Arizona?” you ask him.

“It was good, hung out by the pool. Auston got a dog so got to spend my days with a puppy. It got pretty hot down there though” he laughs. “You still off work?” he asks.

“Yeah, schools might be starting up in September, if they do I will be back to work then” you reply.

You spend the next couple hours with him in bed exchanging orgasms. Your legs are practically jelly and your core is raw. You know you won’t be able to walk right for days but it’s worth it. The months of having to take care of things by yourself pale in comparison to anything Fred does to you. Around 10 you wake up from a nap and finally pull yourself away to have a shower, when you change you find Fred on Facetime in his living room.

“Got to go man, talk to you later” he says when he hears you.

“Auston says hi” he says when you sit beside him.

“Spent 3 months together and now you can’t go a day without talking? Cute” you joke and Fred laughs. “How is he doing?” you ask.

“He is alright, coming back soon” Fred explains trailing off. “He uh, he talked about you a couple times while I was down there.”

You turn and look at Fred waiting for him to continue. There is a slight flutter in your heart and quiver in your pussy at the thought of him talking about you. “He wants to…to…” he looks you in the eyes before taking a deep breath “he wants to know if you would want to have a threesome with you.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, and it takes a lot of will power to stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head. You turn to look away when Fred puts a finger under your chin tilting your head to him. “I’ve seen how you look at him (Y/N/N). I know you think he’s attractive.”

Your face immediately goes red; you didn’t realize you were so obvious with your feelings. Fred chuckles and kisses you lightly helping to calm you a bit but your heart is still racing. You so badly want to agree and tell Fred everything, but a huge part of you is frozen.

“Okay, but how do you feel about this?” you ask him hesitantly.

Fred shrugs “I’m fine with it. I mean we aren’t anything serious. Besides I know he won’t make you feel nearly as good as I do” he has a devilish grin on his face with those words. His mouth moves a few inches from your ear, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

You sit there taking in everything he said, thinking of the consequences of going through with this “just think about it. 100% your choice and whenever you’re ready” Fred says before kissing your sweet spot.

This is what had brought you here. The boys have been participating in training camp, leaving to enter the bubble in 5 nights. Fred invited both you and Auston over for dinner, you hadn’t given Fred an answer, hadn’t even discussed it since then. You know that Fred invited him for just dinner, and there are no expectations for anything more.

All night you stare across the table at both men, trying to engage in conversation. Your attention kept getting pulled away to Auston’s arm, he was wearing a black t-shirt that showed his tattoo’s off. You thought about tracing his tattoos up his arm to his chest, but what would you do once you reached his chest? Where does your hand go, back down his arm? Further down his stomach across his abs? And then what?

After dinner Fred goes to the washroom and Auston picks up some of the plates, you grab the remainder and set them on the counter. Auston turns to grab them and put them in the sink when you practically jump onto him.

Your arms snake around his neck and you kiss him, he hesitates for a second before sinking into the kiss. His arms slide down your back to your ass giving you a light squeeze. You yelp as he laughs hoisting you on the counter. You wrap your legs around his waist “bedroom” you demand before he has the chance to kiss you again.

He picks you up and carried you to the bedroom with ease. You pepper his shoulder and neck with kisses “fuck I have thought about this for so long” he growls into your ear. You feel your panties become soaked at his words, hearing he has wanted you. Just like you want him.

He sits on the bed, you still straddling him, and wastes no time reattaching his lips to yours, you allow his tongue entrance as your hands play with the hem of his shirt.

You hear the bedroom door close as Fred enters the room. You both pull apart for a second and hear Fred say “leave you alone for two minutes and you stick your tongue down my friend’s throat.

You can’t gauge his expression so you climb off and sit beside Auston on the bed. You feel bad; maybe he isn’t comfortable with this anymore. Fred walks to the chair in the corner of the room, he smirks at you “you don’t have to do this” he says lightly looking into your eyes.

You stare at the man a few meters away in the corner of the room, his light eyes full of care and compassion. You turn your head to the man beside you, his pupils dilated and full of lust.

“You can if you want to, but you don’t have to” Auston says grinning. Your eyes turn back to Fred who is relaxed in the chair staring at you. You look between both men; you are soaked and wonder if you have soaked through your jeans.

You run through all outcomes, not the short term outcomes they all end in pleasure. You play out what will happen between you and Fred, between Fred and Auston. If it will be awkward between you and Auston moving forward.

Auston runs his right arm through his hair; his tattoos catch your eye. Before you can think you spring onto him pushing him onto his back. You rock your hips against him as you lean down kissing him. His right hand tangles in your hair as his left pushes up the hem of your shirt and strokes up your stomach.

You shudder against his touch when he quickly pulls your shirt off revealing you breasts. He pushes his hand up on your bra, squeezing you through the lace. You groan as his entire large hand easily engulfs your breast.

His lips are back on yours, placing a sloppy kiss on you. You open your mouth allowing his tongue in as he massages your breast. You moan into the kiss, as his hand in your hair slides down your back to easily unclasp your bra. He frees them of the fabric and pulls away, admiring you with a grin.

“Fred, you’re a lucky man” Auston says not bothering to glance at the man in the corner, attaching his mouth to your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His other hand keeps massaging you, pinching your nipple when you hear Fred’s deep seeded chuckle from the corner “just you wait and you’ll see just how lucky I am.”

“Oh trust me, I plan on finding out” he says pulling away slightly. His hand slides down to your belt, and you look over at Fred. He is sitting in the chair staring at you. You are still fully clothed but he smirks as you stare at him. Auston pulls your belt through the loops when his hands stop wandering your body.

“(Y/N)” Auston calls turning your head to look at him. “It’s just you and me right now. Fred doesn’t get to touch; he has to watch as I destroy you over and over again.” He turns his head to Fred who smirks and rolls his eyes.

“If he’s lucky I’ll let him join” Auston grins before he turns his attention to you and flips you onto your back kissing your stomach. He is pulling your pants down your legs leaving you in just a pair of soaked purple panties. He spreads your legs and grins seeing the wet stain that has leaked through your thin fabric.

“Have you been this wet all night?” he asks, his finger dancing on your clothed clit.

“Since Fred told me you would be coming for dinner” you manage to whisper looking up at him. He lies down on his stomach looking up at your pussy and kisses you through your fabric, tasting your wetness. You groan as he lightly licks up your fabric nipping at the skin on your thighs.

He sucks hard on your pubic bone, as his fingers graze over your core. The teasing has you going insane, you try and push your hips up to get more friction.

“Be careful princess” he warns you. You smile lightly at the pet name he has for you “you get one more warning then I punish you for not obeying.”

He pushes your hips down and returns to leaving marks on your pelvis and thighs. You use all your willpower to not squirm your legs as his finger grazes up and down your thin fabric. He uses a finger and slides it to the side and finally slips one finger inside you. Your head falls back into the bed at the slightest bit of contact from him.

He slowly pumps it in and out of you. He isn’t trying to get you off, just trying to get you hot and bothered, to edge you. He continues slowly pushing a finger in you as your panties fall over top his hand. He pulls his finger out and immediately tears your underwear off.

“Auston!” you scowl.

“Relax” he laughs. “Fred will buy you a new pair” he says throwing them to Fred who laughs lightly.

He quickly shoves two fingers inside and starts thrusting them inside you. You gasp at the feeling of his large fingers and turn your head to Fred. He is still fully clothed, but now you can see his erection pressing against his shorts. He sits there staring, and appears to be calm; not fazed by his best friends actions.

Auston continues to pump his fingers inside you, when you feel his mouth suck on your nipple. You moan in pleasure, and feel a thumb press circles on your clit. The pace of his fingers increases, curling to hit your g-spot every time. You watch as his tattooed arm flexes, quickly thrusts his hand in and out of you.

Your hands reach to his hair and you give him a light tug earning a chuckle from Auston. His thumb presses hard into your clit and you gasp and turn your head to look at Auston.

“You getting close” Auston murmurs against your breast.

“Yes” you say, stretching your legs and rocking your hips into his hand slightly. He sucks on your nipple, lightly grazing his teeth over it before releasing it. He brings his lips to yours and places a sloppy kiss on your lips before he slips a third finger in.

“Fuck” you scream gripping his hair even harder.

“Cum for me princess” he growls in your ear, your pussy clenching around him at the purr of pet name. A few more thrusts and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you. Auston slows his hand but he doesn’t take it out of you, working you through your high. “You’re so hot when you cum” he says slipping one finger out and kissing you.

His hand has completely stopped, 2 fingers still sitting inside you as you kiss him. Your tongues fight for dominance and you can feel his erection straining to be exposed from his jeans. You release one hand and attempt to slide it between you and undo the button when Auston starts moving his hand inside you again.

You gasp and pull away slightly as he laughs “no” you whisper bringing your hand to his wrist trying to clasp around it. Trying to pull them out of you.

“I told him you’d say no” Fred begins while Auston peppers kisses on your collar bone. You turn your head to look at Fred while Auston crawls down and lies on his stomach hooking your legs over his shoulder. “I also told him that if he doesn’t listen to you, pleasure will override the pain. Told him how you like it when I don’t stop” Fred explains shifting in his seat to get a better view with a large grin.

Auston licks up some of the juices that still remain on you, you whimper at the feeling before he pushes his mouth onto you. You feel his stubble rubbing against your thighs as he scissors you open and presses his tongue deep inside you. He starts by cleaning out all the juices from before, then he begins to lick up your walls.

He brings a hand up and grabs your breast, while his tongue moves to suck on your clit. His fingers curled inside you continuing to hit your sweet spot. You grip the sheet and look over at Fred who is sitting on the edge of his chair, he looks at you and smiles. Something about Fred watching you turns you on more, it’s a thrill like nothing you have felt before.

“I wish you could see what I see skat” he hums before turning his gaze back down your body to watch his best friend.

“It’s too much” you moan, legs shaking.

You hear Auston laugh as he presses his tongue inside your walls, sucking on your clit. Fred doesn’t look up at you but answers “give it another minute, I can tell you are getting close.”

Auston’s tongue flicks inside you and you moan as your toes curl “told you” Fred says smiling. “I know your body. Keep it up man she is close again.”

Your head stays locked on Fred, he is gripping the arm rest firmly, eyes glued to your pussy.

“Auston” you moan, his tongue pressed deep inside you.

You feel your second orgasm approaching, your knuckles go white. You are sure the neighbours can hear you. Your legs begin to tremble as you bubble over, your juices dripping down his hand. His mouth making quick work to clean it up as his hands keep moving inside you, working you through your high.

When you stop moaning he pulls his fingers from you and crawls up beside you. He pushes his fingers into your mouth and you moan tasting yourself as you clean his thick digits. You bring a hand down to his pants and undo the button and zipper, you try to push them down his legs causing him to laugh “eager eh?”

He kisses your neck and whispers just loud enough for Fred to hear “he not taking care of you?”

Fred shakes his head and rolls his eyes, he pulls his shirt off of his chest and you stare at him while Auston kisses your neck. Fred stands up and removes his shorts, you can see his erection straining the fabric of his boxer. You know what is waiting for you underneath his boxers, and you want it now.

Auston pulls away from you and looks to Fred “you said I could have my fun first, well I’m not done.” Fred freezes and stares at him. Both of their eyes are dark and narrowed in on the other waiting for the other to flinch first. It is the hottest staring match you have ever seen, both trying to assert their dominance but it’s Auston who takes control first.

“Sit” he demands. Fred obeys and wordlessly returns to the chair, you feel some disappointment. You were really ready for both of them.

Auston quickly peels his clothes off. His cock slaps into his chest when he pulls his boxers off. Your jaw practically falls to the floor, earning a laugh from both men. Freddie was slightly longer than most men you had seen, but he was thick. You remember the first time you saw him you didn’t think you would be able to stretch enough for him. But Auston is longer than anything you have ever seen, easily an inch longer, but he isn’t as thick as Fred. You don’t know if you can take all of him in you.

He leans down to kiss you, erasing some of your fears, you stroke him up and down. He groans into the kiss before falling onto his back pulling you onto of him. You can feel his dick pressed between you as his hands tangle into your hair.

After a minute you pull away and grin at him before making your way down his body. Slowly peppering his chest with warm open mouth kisses, your nails raking down him as you press on. You finally reach the area where he wants you, his eyes locked on you.

“You’re in for something special” Fred says from his chair, and you raise your eyebrows to Auston. You suck hard on his pubic bone, next his thigh leaving marks along your way. He groans when you lightly kiss his tip, before moving to the other thigh sucking on him.

He bucks his hip up and you chuckle “impatient are we?” you ask teasing his tip.

“Fuck (Y/N) such a tease” he says. You begin placing light kisses on the throbbing vein of his shaft, never breaking eye contact. You bring a hand to pick up his dick and open your mouth; you lick up his shaft before putting him in your mouth.

You push down, and begin slowly bobbing taking the rest in your hand. They work in tandem as you swirl your tongue around him. You lightly rake your teeth on him as you suck on him, his head falls back into the bed as he lightly pushes his hip forward.

You begin taking more and more of him in your mouth “you can do it baby” Fred encourages you from the corner. You hollow your cheek and deep throat Auston, hearing him swear above you. His hands tighten their grip on your hair as you continue to deep throat him, gagging slightly as spit dribbles out.

Auston smirks when you choke slightly on his length, you respond by bringing a hand to massage his balls. “Fred you’re so lucky” Auston groans out.

You hear Fred chuckle as you keep bobbing on him. You can tell his orgasm is approaching when the bed dips beside you and Fred’s hand is on your back.

“Think you can let him take control babe?” he asks. You pull back slightly, still keeping Auston in your mouth you turn your gaze to Fred. He is rubbing your back lightly, as he waits for an answer. Your eyes go wide and you smile around Auston’s cock as you hum in approval.

Auston’s dick twitches slightly as you vibrate around his cock. He smiles, the glistening reaching his eyes. Fred smiles at you and helps you to the floor where you sit on your knees at the edge of the bed.

Hard wood is under your knees as you adjust your position. Fred returns to his chair as Auston moves to sit in front of you on the bed. “You’re about to see just how lucky I am” Fred says as Auston grips the back of your neck.

You open your mouth and he slides his wet cock back inside. You slide your hands up Auston’s legs, stopping on his thighs. He pushes his cock into you, hitting the back of your throat. He pulls back and slowly pushes back into you when you squeeze his thighs lightly.

He takes that as approval and increases his speed, ramming down your throat. He uses the hand on the back of your head to pull you forward fucking into your face. Your hands grip tight, leaving scratch marks on him.

He keeps going, chasing his high. You look at him through your lashes and can see him straining. He brings his second hand to your head and pulls you in close, shooting warm ribbons down your throat with a grunt. He thrusts your mouth onto his cock a few times until he is dry. He releases your hair and you pull your mouth off him, you stand up and kiss him.

He turns you around and pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck.

“Look at what you’ve done to Fred” he growls in your ear. His large hand finds your throat holding your gaze on the man in the corner.

You can see beads of sweat on his forehead, and the obvious bulge in his boxers. You can tell his dick is pink, tip is throbbing waiting for you to touch him. Auston’s hand massages your breast “you want to touch him?” he asks in your ear.

“So bad” you whimper.

You try to stand up and move to Fred, but Auston has a tight grip on your throat holds you in place “not yet princess.” He slides his tongue in your ear, while fondling your breasts with his left hand, his right hand slides down and presses into your swollen bud.

“Fuck…I..” you stare at Fred so ready to finally touch him. Auston wraps both arms around you and stands up, he practically throws you onto the bed. You land on your stomach and stick your ass out to him. You feel his hand slap your ass causing you to yelp at the sting “not yet princess, turn over.”

You listen and roll over onto your back. Auston’s eyes are dark as he looks up and down you. He opens your legs and you stare at his naked body. Admiring his physique but also his tattoos, you are captivated staring at him, he notices and smiles at you making your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

He lays down hooking your legs around him, staring into your glistening cunt. He gently licks you three times before pushing his tongue inside you. His tongue is deep inside you, his nose pressed hard into your clit. He brings a thumb to start pressing circles on your clit as he licks your walls.

He curls his tongue inside you, and you are a mess, you squirm at the feeling and he throws an arm over your hips to hold you in place. Normally it would take longer for you to get there just from his tongue, but the previous two still has you on edge. His tongue is licking you and you can feel your third orgasm quickly approaching.

“Auston” you groan loudly, legs clamping around his head. He brings two fingers up and slips them into your ass. You gasp loudly as your head falls back into the pillow and rolls to the side, you look at Fred who is now naked and stroking himself. You see his thick cock, with salty precum dripping down it. Thick hand wrapped around it stroking up and down his harm member. You moan thinking about licking it up, putting him inside your mouth and sucking him dry.

Auston never moves his fingers, he leaves them deep inside you for the feeling, the stretching while he works on your pussy. Fred doesn’t see you staring, his eyes locked on his best friend sucking on your cunt. You watch a little longer, seeing his strokes increase in speed.

“Freddie” you groan, thinking of his dick so close to you, and what you want to do to it. Your mouth is watering, you can practically taste him on your tongue.

His eyes snap up to you and he grins, not stopping his motions. Auston chuckles below you but that only encourages him to go deeper and harder inside you.

“Fred” you moan lightly and he smiles. He knows you want it, but also that it’s his friend’s time. That he can look but not touch.

“Soon skat, soon you will wrap those pretty little lips around me” he says. His words throw you over the edge. Your legs spasm around Auston’s head, knuckles gripping his hair tightly as you feel your release. Your orgasm is intense causing you to squirt all over his mouth and face, you tremble around him but he doesn’t stop until you are finished.

He pulls his fingers out, and next lifts his face from your warm cunt. Both men are staring at you, Fred has stopped stroking himself.

“Wow” Auston says chuckling, his face drenched in your juices.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” you say to him.

Both men look to each other before back to you “never apologize for that” Auston says.

“That was so hot” Fred agrees and they both chuckle lightly.

Auston walks to the bathroom to get a towel to clean himself, Fred sits on the bed beside you “you are doing so well” he says stroking your hair. You place a hand on his thigh, pinky grazing his swollen tip. He brings his lips to your forehead “soon smuk” he whispers before returning to the chair as Auston walks back into the room.

Auston sits beside you and kisses you lightly “you are amazing” he whispers. His words alone almost pull your fourth orgasm from you. Something about his praise mixed with his assertion has you feeling so many things. Before you can relish in the words his lips are back on yours. It is soft and passionate kiss, your hand slides down to his hard shaft and you stroke it a few time.

“You ready for me?” he asks and you eagerly nod. He kisses you once more before pulling away slightly to kiss your forehead “hands and knees” he orders.

You crawl up higher on the bed, head near the headboard when Auston laughs. “No down here. Look at Fred so he can see your face.” You smile and oblige moving to position yourself to stare directly at Fred.

Auston stands behind you, his hands gripping your hips. You feel him toying at your entrance when a hand smack against your ass yet again. Fred laughs as he watches you jump slightly.

Auston quickly slides inside you, your juices from before providing an easy lubrication. He bottoms out your ass hitting his pelvis. You groan at feeling him hitting areas that haven’t been touched and you look down at the bed unable to keep your eyes open.

“No elskede, eyes up here. Let me watch you” Fred says lightly. You stare at him and see his hard cock, resting against his stomach. Auston begins to rock inside you, not giving you time to adjust he sets a steady pace causing you to groan loudly. He keeps his hands on your hips pulling you back onto him as you moan loudly.

“You’re so tight” Auston groans from behind you.

You fall onto your elbows, arching your back further for him. Reaching out in front of you, you grip the bedsheets tightly. Your body is filled with pleasure as you smile at Fred before they roll into the back of your head. You tightly clench the sheet as Auston bottoms out in you every time. Your moans and slapping noises fill the room.

Fred wraps his hand around his shaft and starts stroking himself again. You wish he was closer so it could be your hands wrapped around him. Your head falls to the mattress, unable to support yourself. Auston thrusts into you a few times, before he slows his pace. He reaches down and grabs your neck pulling you to his back.

His hand is wrapped around your neck, however he doesn’t squeeze it. Instead he uses it to hold you in place while he fucks you from behind.

“See what you’re doing to Fred?” he asks in your ear.

“Yes” you croak out watching as Fred strokes himself eyes locked on you. Watching your tits bounce every time his friend drives into you.

Auston’s other hand snakes to your clit and presses into it. Your head falls back to his shoulder, your eyes close.

“What do you want?” he asks.

You open your mouth but can’t respond as he keeps pushing inside you. He uses his hand to cup your chin making you look at Fred.

“Want to help him out?” he asks. You and Fred lock eyes before you see his throbbing cock.

“My mouth” you groan out as Auston keeps sliding in and out of you. “I can help with my mouth.”

Auston chuckles “I think he’d like that” he groans while rocking into you.

Fred walks over to the bed and Auston brings his hand back to your hip. Fred locks you in a sloppy kiss as Auston slowly moves inside you. Your hand slides down to stroke him a few times before Auston pushes your back, causing you to fall forward onto the bed.

Fred positions himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth. Auston is pulling you slowly back onto is dick as you take Fred in your mouth. He allows you to set a pace on him before his hips snap and he increases his pace.

You groan loudly and Fred grabs the back of your neck. He pulls you onto his cock, his pace following the one Auston has set. You know Fred isn’t going to last, he has been watching you and his friend for the last hour. He has been stroking himself, and you can tell his orgasm is close. You bring a hand to his ass and pinch him as he keeps fucking into your mouth.

Auston senses Fred is close and slows his pace so Fred can shoot down your throat. You bob on him a few times when both his hands grip your face holding you in place allowing you to suck him dry before he pulls out of your mouth.

As soon as Fred pulls out so does Auston, he lies on his back and you crawl up him. You use a hand to lift him to guide yourself on him when he stops you “turn around” he whispers.

You smile and turn to see Fred grinning “told him it’s your favourite” he winks before ducking into the bathroom for a minute. You sit on your knees, feet up by his sides. He helps guide you onto him as you lean forward and grip his large thighs.

You start using your legs to move up and down him. Auston has a perfect view of your ass as you slide up and down. Fred walks back into the room and sits on the edge of the bed watching you ride his friend.

You ride him, using your hips to control his cock. You thrust hard and then slow, grinding on him, he is in heaven. Using your knees to steady yourself as you bring your body up and down on his cock, watching as slides in and out of you.

You lean back placing a hand on Auston’s stomach feeling the curves of his muscles, your other begins massaging your breast. You hear one of the boys mutter a fuck but you aren’t sure what one. Auston grips your ass, your hand slides down to your clit. You moan out loudly with every thrust.

He pushes his hips, thrusting deeper inside than before. You moan loudly and know your orgasm will come quickly. You start chasing your high, pressing hard into your bud when Fred kisses you, his hand tangling into your hair.

You bring your hand from your clit and start stroking Fred as he groans into your kiss.

You can feel Auston getting sloppy, but you increase your pace. Fred’s large hand massages your breast pulling on your nipple rolling it through his thumb and index finger, his other hand turns its attention to your clit while Auston is gripping your ass. All that combined with his long dick pressing into your g-spot has you on the edge, waiting to fall off the cliff.

You can hear Auston say something, but you can’t focus on him chasing down your high. You scream out in pleasure still bouncing on Auston as Fred presses hard into your clit. You swear you can feel him hit your stomach with his length, the sounds around you fading into the background as you focus on one thing. Your release.

Fred sucks on your bottom lip and you feel yourself fill with warm cum. You stop moving as Auston thrusts a few more times, spilling deep inside you.

“Did you just –“ you start to ask Auston pulling away from Fred.

“I called out like 4 times” he explains. “You didn’t stop or get off. I’m so sorry (Y/N). Fred…man, I-“

“Don’t worry, I heard you” he says grinning and kissing you again holding you in place on his friend. “She was so close I thought we could get her there.”

He finally pulls you off his friend and you glare at him. “Frederik” you huff at him. You and Fred stopped using condoms but you hadn’t discussed it with Auston.

“Please I know you have wanted this since you played beer pong with him months ago. I know you have been imagining him while you fuck me. What it would feel like to be full of his cum.”

He kisses your neck “tell me I’m wrong” he mumbles in your ear.

You look at him, his light brown eyes staring at you. You open your mouth to talk, before you close it and think for a minute how to answer.

“You can’t say it because I’m right” he grins. He slips two fingers inside you and starts pumping them, Auston’s warm cum spills out around them.

“It’s okay skat” he says in your ear. “He can pull out next time if you want.”

“What?” you ask as his fingers press fully inside you. His thumb begins to press circles on your bud when you feel Auston’s breath on your ear “this was too much fun to just do once” he whispers as he helps you rock your hips on Fred’s fingers.

“Next time maybe he’ll let you finish first” Fred jokes turning his attention to his friend. Before you can answer Fred pulls you onto his hard member. He stretches you out, but you are wet from your juices and Auston’s cum still spilling out of you he slides in with ease.

You rise and drop on him a few times, hand tightly gripping his shoulders. He sucks a mark on your neck, his hands pulling you down on him.

Fred pushes you onto your back and pulls a knee up, wrapping his elbow under it. He pushes inside you, each thrust causes some of Auston’s warm cum to spill down your thigh. Auston brings a finger and wipes it up before bringing it to your mouth. You open your mouth and lick his finger clean.

Fred rocks his hips, quickly pushing inside you. Your head falls back to the bed as you groan loudly. Auston massages your breast, pinching your nipple while Fred thrusts hard inside you. Your hand snakes into Fred’s hair, digging into his neck.

“Come on smuk, I know you have to” Fred whispers to you.

“Let go princess Let us both watch as you fall apart” Auston mumbles in your ear. Your walls flutter at the Danish being whispered in one ear, and the new pet name being mumbled in your other.

“Ahh” you scream out. Your hand scratches down Fred’s shoulder and bicep. He keeps pressing into you, as you feel him getting sloppy. Auston moves his hand from your breast down to your clit and presses circles into you.

“Oh my god” you moan causing Fred to groan.

“Cum for Fred” Auston says to you. You come undone, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fred continues to work you through it, as Auston pulls his hand away and brushes your hair.

“Fuck” you moan as it continues. It is the longest orgasm you have had, not just tonight but in your life. Every part of you is practically convulsing as you pulsate around Fred’s cock. You feel Fred’s dick twitch as he spills deep inside of you. After he has finished you have as well and he stops thrusting. Auston pulls you into his arm, brushing your hair slick with sweat from your face. Fred pulls out and falls to the other side of you, you wrap an arm around him.

His hand rests on your stomach, as Auston presses soft kisses into your temple. You snuggle in to his arm, while stroking up Fred’s.

Auston continues to place soft kisses on your temple as Fred soothingly strokes your stomach while his lips are pressed into your neck. You hand begins tracing the shape of Auston’s tattoo as you lay there for a few minutes catching your breath, both men holding you tight between their large bodies.

Fred is the first to move to the bathroom and he turns on the shower. While he is gone Auston turns you to look at him. You bring your hand to his cheek and stroke him before he places a soft and hesitant kiss on your lips.

“Thank you for this” he whispers. He kisses you once more, this time with a slight hesitation. It’s not until your hand runs back up his tattooed arm that he leans into it. His tongue swipes inside your mouth and you pull him down closer to yourself.

You expect him to be the first to pull away, instead he sinks into it a hand tangling into your hair. This kiss, this moment is unlike everything else you have experienced with him tonight. He easily could have pulled his clothes on and slipped out, but you get the impression he needs this. One last kiss.

Finally he pulls back and has a wide smile plastered on his face. With a quick peck on the cheek he pulls away and gets dressed and leaves the room. Turning to the door of the attached bathroom you see the large frame of Fred leaning against it. You don’t know what he saw but he grins, making his way to you. He picks you up, carrying you to the shower. He sets you on the shower bench and kisses you “be right back.”

A couple minutes later he returns and pulls you to your feet. He helps to clean you, and runs a finger over the marks on your body. “He really did a number on you eh” he laughs washing the shampoo from you.

After showering he helps you change and to bed. You realize that he changed the sheets and you both crawl into the freshly made bed. He runs his hands through your wet hair.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him looking up at him. “Next time?”

He looks down at you with golden brown eyes “if you want, yeah. Completely your choice” he says.

He continues running his hands through your damp hair as you shift tighter into his arm. Your heart rate slows and you lie there for a minute “I think I’d like that” you say before you doze off.

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cornelia’s ↬ auston matthews

A/N: hey all, it’s been a while. here’s an imagine about toronto maple leafs player auston matthews. this is unedited so please forgive me for any mistakes. thanks for sticking with me as i work through writer’s block and a whole bunch of other things. love you.

Warnings: swearing, mature-ish themes, reader is a bit hard on themselves cause #feelings.

Word count: 2.8k words

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Looking up at the flashing neon sign, you mentally cursed yourself out, a soft sigh and a few utterances of the word “fuck” following.

You should have told Mitch no, you should have told Mitch no.

Your conscience repeated the words until you felt like smashing your head against the wall of the club. When Mitch invited you to go out with some old friends, you knew Auston would be there. It was what deterred you at first, but you quickly came to the realization that they were your friends, too. You had just as much of a right to see them. Besides, you needed to get them to stop asking why you didn’t hang around as much anymore.

They didn’t need to know why, and you hated being reminded every time they asked.

You hated being reminded of the way Auston’s lips would trail along the shell of your ear, the edge of your jaw, the swell of your breast, the curve of your hip, and...

Stop thinking about him.

Your fling with Auston was a well-kept secret. That’s all it was after all, a fling. Just two people sleeping with each other, nothing more. Two people, who didn’t sleep with other people, but made each other jealous just for the intense, rough outcome. Two people who were good friends, sleeping together because it was convenient for the both of them.

It was a fling, nothing more.

Well, it was, until you noticed the way your gaze began to linger on him. Your hugs became longer, your hands trailed slower, and your thoughts were completely consumed by him. When you received good news, he was the first one you wanted to tell. Your promotion at work? He was the first person that popped into your head. Seeing two cute dogs on your walk back from the coffee shop? Auston’s name came to mind.

That worried you. There was absolutely no way you could develop feelings for him. He was him and you were you and that was enough, at least in your mind. You stopped it while you still had control, while you still had restraint.

It was three months since you had told Auston you wanted to end your arrangement- if you could even call it that. The rules and boundaries were unspoken but understood, which left you both even more confused. Your liaison, affair of the heart, involvement- whatever the fuck it was, was over. Auston agreed with no arguments. He respected you and agreed to end it, no questions asked.

No questions, specifically because you gave him no chance to ask any. It left him confused, and hurt. One night you were in his arms, your head resting on one of his pillows with drool seeping out of your slightly-parted lips, and the next, you were cold and closed off. He rarely saw you after your last night together. He saw you at two events, but you had left before he could approach you. You avoided him and it hurt. But, he knew that you had wanted to move on. You wanted something else, someone else. Auston respected that. He wanted you to be happy and if your late night rendezvous were not making you happy, he had no qualms with ending them.

No qualms, right? After all, you were just two friends, who sometimes slept together. Nothing serious, nothing bound, nothing set-in-stone.

So why did it hurt so much?

Entering the club, you felt the heat wash over you like a wave. Bodies were moving and heat came off of each one in waves, drowning every person in the building. Maneuvering your way through the crowd, you worked towards the area of the club Mitch said the group was at. Each step towards the large corner booth was accompanied by a fearful cry from your heart.

Please don’t!

Turn around!

I’m not ready!

Not Auston, not yet!

Get the hell out of here!

What are you doing, you dumb bitch! Turn around!

But you ignored every single one. There was no use in running away like the other two times. Auston is still a person, you still have the same friend group, and avoiding both like the plague was not the answer.

Hoping to slip into the conversation without drawing attention to yourself, you shied behind some of the other wives and girlfriends. But it could not hide you from the eagle eyes of William Nylander.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, sliding out of the booth and pulling you into a hug. Your wrapped your arms around the slightly-tipsy right wing, a chuckle leaving your lips as his weight crashed into you.

“Hey, Nylander.”

“Long time no see, stranger,” Morgan quipped, pushing Will away and pulling you in for a side hug.

You smiled up at him, “Getting that tooth replaced anytime soon?”

Mo shook his head, “Not until I lose one or two more. Season’s just started.”

You laughed, greeting the rest of the group with hugs and playful jabs.

Your eyes locked with Auston’s, and your heartbeat instantly sped up. He raised his glass towards you and nodded, and you nodded in return. A soft smile crossed his lips and you couldn’t help but mirror his actions.

“C’mon, Y/N, we need to get you out on that dance floor!” Kasperi grabbed one hand while Steph grabbed the other, practically dragging you to the dance floor. Your dancing with the large group remained humorous, your intentions far from sexy. There was no one to impress, no one to seduce, no one you intended on teasing. Just a night out with some friends, with no plan of playing games.

As an upbeat song ended, you announced to the group, “I need to get a drink!”

Walking off of the dance floor and making your way towards the bar, your eyes found Auston, who had already been watching you. Noticing how long you had been staring at one another, you offered a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of your neck, turning away. Your eyes widened and you exhale deeply, still continuing towards the bar.

Your conscience kept trying to nag you about how your body was reacting, especially at the fact you were so nervous over Auston’s mere gaze. You were all sorts of nervous, the feelings you had for him surfaced each time you thought about the way he looked at you. There was something so sweet in his eyes, yet it was mixed with what looked like hurt.

The look in his eyes haunted you as you ordered your drink of choice and perched upon a barstool. You made conversation with Freddie when he came up to the bar to get another beer, and you did the same with Mitch and Tyson when they tried dragging you back out on the dance floor. You gave in for a few songs, but made your way back to your barstool to get a water. Sweat was already pooling at the base of your neck from the dancing and the closeness of the crowd. It had been a long time since you had let your body just move the way it felt lead to. No hands holding onto your hips, no one behind you to push your ass into, just you and the rhythm.

Auston found himself jealous of the rhythm. He watched from his spot in the booth as you moved to the music. He laughed as you busted out the sprinkler, used the lasso on Freddie, and even the running man. He smiled as you slow danced with Steph to a Bruno Mars song, watching as you and her sang animatedly. His smile grew wider when he saw you headbanging to a Good Charlotte song along, and laughed again when you and Trevor smacked into each other.

The loving gaze and light air around him was stripped when you returned to the dance floor after your first drink. Your moves were a bit different. You were a little bit more in tune with your Cuban motion this time around, hips rolling to the beat in perfect time. Your feet move in a pattern you had picked up a long time ago at a dance class, performing a basic rumba with nobody but the cadence of the music. It held you in frame, keeping you close. The cadence did what any good lead would do: it showed off the follow. Auston felt like an onlooker at a dancing competition and found himself wishing to be your invisible partner.

As he watched you exit the dance floor and go back to your seat at the bar, an idea popped into his head. He was not sure it was a good one, but back when you were together- no, back when you were sleeping together, it always caught your attention. It was cruel and tantalizing and somewhat masochistic but you and Auston liked to play that game. It was nothing serious, except for when your eyes locked and the challenge was made aware.

Who would break first? Who would cast aside the body they were using and signal that it was time to go? Who would get the last laugh before the two were engaged in a bruising kiss?

Sliding out of the booth, Auston asked the first girl he saw to dance. She accepted, and he led her onto the dance floor. It was a slower song, but the beat was sensual and Auston almost felt intimidated by what could happen. He wished the girl pressed against him was you, but he didn’t think he could ask you to dance. He knew what it would lead to: a two person tango that lasted for hours, with you leaving in the morning and him wishing you would stay.

Finishing your water, you were about to go back out onto the dance floor when you decided to cast a glance over to the corner booth. Your eyes widened a bit when you saw that Auston wasn’t there. For some damned reason, you did a sweep of the club, wanting to find him.

When you found him, you regretted it.

His hips were moving in time with that of a stranger’s; and your heart was shattering on the ground.

He felt your gaze and locked eyes with you, sending you the same smirk he always did when he was trying to make you crack. He had almost convinced himself you were going to send a smirk back, and that you would be grabbing the first person who walked past to start playing the game you once were so good at.

But you didn’t want games. You didn’t want childish jealousy and unspoken words; and a part of you knew that Auston’s intentions weren’t hurtful.

But it still hurt.

To see him move so easily with another person’s body, a person who wasn’t you, caused your lungs to feel like they were filling up with water.

You broke his gaze and darted for the exit, weaving through bodies and casting out apologies when you bumped harshly into someone. Your hands grasped the cool handle of the door and pushed it open, stumbling out onto the sidewalk and letting out ragged breaths as the fresh oxygen entered your system.

Turning to your right, you noticed the sign of a familiar diner, Cornelia’s, a few blocks down, and decided that food sounded really good right now.

Waiting at stoplights and walking through crosswalks, you thought about what just happened inside the club.

What just happened? You realized you want something real with someone who wants a warm body.

You mentally barked at yourself to shut up. The last thing you needed was a lecture from yourself, especially this late at night and especially after all that dancing.

Entering the diner, you settled into the baby blue booth with a sigh, slipping your heels off and setting them next to you. You pulled your legs up underneath you, grabbing a menu and beginning to flip through it. The action was pointless, as you already knew what you were going to get. You used to frequent this diner with Auston, because why wouldn’t you? Of course it was the first place you ran.

Your internal beat down was halted when a waitress came to take your order. Coffee, pancakes, and some bacon sounded like heaven while you yourself felt like you were in hell.

Waiting for your food, you let your eyes trail over the diner’s interior. Memories with your friends flashed through your mind as you recalled late nights, early mornings, and mid-afternoon breakfasts with them at this place. Sometimes you and Auston would come here the morning after one of your nights together, getting breakfast with the both of you in the clothes from the night before- but a sweater or jacket of his would be around your shoulders. You would talk and laugh and debate about everything, and the more you thought about it the more you realized how easily you had fallen in love with him.

Love.

So that’s what it was?

All the times you felt fuzzy when he pressed a kiss to your forehead post-sex, or when he would pull you closer in his sleep and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, or the way your stomach would flutter when he would throw his head back and laugh, or how airy you felt when he would just look at you.

As you ate your pancakes in an oddly melancholic silence, the bell hanging above the diner door went off and a new customer entered. You paid no mind until you felt someone’s presence in front of you.

Looking up, you saw Auston with a guilty expression on his face.

“Can I sit down?” he asked.

You nodded, grabbing your napkin and wiping the edges of your mouth as you finished chewing the pieces of pancake in your mouth.

“What I did back there was... stupid. We don’t... we don’t do that anymore. I don’t know what came over me.” Auston spoke softly, “I’m sorry. I overstepped.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

You didn’t say anymore; you couldn’t. You were not entirely confident with yourself and the words that could fly out at any moment. Words you might regret, or might not. But the coin could land on either side and you did not even want to toss it in the air.

“How have you been?” he asked.

It was a simple question that threw you off of a ledge you didn’t even know you were standing on.

“Please don’t do that.” you said softly.

“Do what?”

You shook your head, scoffing slightly, “Care. Please don’t.”

Auston’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean? I care about you, Y/N. I just wanna know how you’ve been. We’re friends, after all.”

Saying the word ‘friends’ hurt him as much as it hurt you.

“Friends who used to fuck.” The sentence fell bluntly from your lips.

“Is that what this is about? Are you uncomfortable with us being friends after our... thing?”

You sighed in frustration, shaking your head, “No, Auston, not because of our thing. We never had a thing.”

“Okay, we never had a thing. So what’s wrong?” he asked, leaning forward and looking into your eyes deeply.

You leaned, back, moving your eyes to the condiment holder perched on the wall.

“Y/N, please talk to me. Please.” he asked.

Letting out a sigh, you straightened your posture, meeting his eyes.

“I’m upset because we never had a thing, Auston. A real thing,” you started, “like a relationship. A romance. It was more than just fucking for me. And when I realized that, I stopped it while I still could because it would hurt less than getting myself in too deep. I knew that what you did tonight wasn’t with malicious intent, I do. But I don’t want games anymore, Auston. I just want you. That’s it.”

He was silent for a few moments, which set off the alarms in your head.

Maybe that was a bad idea, you thought.

“I want you too.”

The panic went away at those four words.

Four simple words, that when pushed together, made you the happiest person alive.

“No more games,” he continued, “no more hurting each other because of the outcome. We can have crazy, hot sex without the games.” His words made you both laugh, because you both knew it was true, “So, let’s avoid beating around the bush,” he paused briefly and looked around at the diner’s interior, admiring the 1950′s style decor, “be my girl?”

You played along, “Auston Matthews, are you asking me to go steady with you?”

“I’ll buy you a milkshake, give you my class ring, the whole shebang, baby.”

You laughed at his cheesy lines, “Alright, I’ll be your girlfriend. Now, how about that milkshake?”

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