#the thought of leaving for holidays without you crossed my mind but it felt so so wrong and was no option

[myheartxmyman]

[oaksgrove]

A Life Left Behind

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x ex!Reader, John Price x Reader

Synopsis: When Price accidentally lets it slip at a pub that he has a missus waiting at home, Simon never suspects it could be you. That is, until a snowy Christmas Eve, when fate leads him past a warmly lit window, where the life he could’ve had reveals itself in full, devastating clarity.

Warnings: Heavy angst, themes of regret and break up, bittersweet holiday vibes.

Word Count: 1214

a/n: I’ve had this idea swirling in my head for a while—it’s pure heartbreak with a festive backdrop. English isn’t my first language, and this was witten in a rush, so thank you for your patience and all the support on my writing!

Manchester, UK. october | 9:20PM | 8°C

The vanilla scent of your favorite candle hung in the air, bittersweet against the tension suffocating the room. It reminded Simon of softer nights—of the evenings you spent curled together on the couch, your laughter filling the silence he’d grown so accustomed to before you. The thought was fleeting, a warm ember snuffed out by the cold reality that now stood between you.

You stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed defensively, your eyes a mix of anger and hurt. Simon loomed near the window, his shoulders hunched as though bracing himself for a blow.

“Say something, Simon,” you demanded, your voice raw with emotion. “Anything.”

He didn’t move at first, his gaze fixed on the street outside. His jaw tightened, the cords of muscle twitching under his skin. “What do you want me to say?” he finally asked, his voice low, restrained—like he was holding back a flood.

You stepped closer, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I want you to tell me this isn’t real. That you don’t mean it when you say it’s better if we break up.”

For a moment, his mask slipped. The conflict in his eyes was like a storm on the horizon—rage, sadness, and guilt all warring beneath the surface. Then he shut it down, closing himself off again. “It is better,” he said, his voice faltering before he hardened it.

“For who, Simon?” Your voice cracked, frustration mingling with the ache in your chest. “Because it sure as hell isn’t for me.”

“For you,” he replied, firmer this time. “You deserve someone who can give you more than this—more than me.”

You could only stare at him, disbelief giving way to anger. “You don’t get to decide that for me! I knew what I was getting into, and I’m here, Simon. I chose you!”

His hand went to the back of his neck, a frustrated gesture you’d seen countless times. “I can’t keep doing this to you,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t see it now, but you’ll be better off without me.”

Your mind flooded with memories—of Simon’s quiet presence grounding you after bad days, of his rare, unguarded moments of laughter that felt like secrets shared just between the two of you. The way he would silently slip your favorite mug into your hands during cold mornings, the weight of his arm around you as you fell asleep.

“Do you even hear yourself?” you whispered, desperation creeping into your voice. “You’re pushing me away because you think it’s what’s best for me? You’re not even giving me a choice.”

His silence was deafening, his eyes locked on the floor like he couldn’t bear to meet your gaze.

“I hope you believe that one day,” you said, grabbing your coat.

Your feet carried you to the door, and your hand hesitated on the knob. You wanted him to call out, to fight for you, to prove that this wasn’t just another wall he was building. But he didn’t.

You glanced back, and for a moment, he looked as though he might break—his fists clenched, his body taut with tension. But then his gaze dropped, and the words that could have saved you both never came.

“Goodbye, Simon.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and the cold October air wrapped around you as you walked away. Your legs moved on autopilot, but your mind stayed trapped in the warmth of the memories you were leaving behind.

The time he stayed up with you after your first fight, awkwardly holding your hand as he whispered, “I’m not good at this, but I’ll try.” The way he watched you with something close to wonder the night you wore his hoodie, laughing at his terrible attempt at making pancakes. The rare nights he let you in—told you stories of his childhood, of the people he lost. The first time he said, “I don’t deserve you,” and you kissed him before he could finish.

The sound of your own footsteps became unbearable, each one taking you further away from a man who couldn’t see that he was already everything you needed.

The Old Wellington - Manchester, UK. 1 year later, august | 9:45PM | 10°C

The pub buzzed with life, the comforting chaos of clinking glasses and laughter filling the air. Simon sat in the corner, detached, his untouched whiskey warming in his hand. His team’s voices faded into the background as his thoughts wandered to the edges of places he’d been avoiding.

Soap’s voice boomed above the noise, mid-story and gesturing wildly. “And then, just as the guy thinks he’s outsmarted us, the bloody fence gives way and—bam! Flat on his arse!”

Gaz burst into laughter, his grin wide. “You’ve got to be making that up.”

Price leaned back in his chair, chuckling. “It’s true. I was there.”

Simon stared into his glass, barely hearing the conversation. Soap nudged him with an elbow. “Oi, Ghost, are you alive in there?”

Simon glanced up, forcing a faint smirk. “Listening to you lot’s more entertaining than talking.”

“Sure it is,” Soap teased, raising his glass.

Price set his drink down, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got to go. It’s already late, missus is waiting for me at home.”

Soap nearly choked on his beer. “Wait a minute. You’ve got a missus? Since when?”

Gaz leaned forward, grinning. “Yeah, Cap. You’ve been holding out on us!”

“She likes her privacy,” Price replied with a shrug, a soft edge to his voice. “But yeah, I’ve got a missus.”

Simon’s grip on his glass tightened. The word missus hit him like a shot, sharp and precise, leaving a dull ache in its wake.

“What’s she like?” Soap asked, clearly intrigued.

Price’s expression softened as he thought about her. “She’s… everything, really. Smart, kind, funny. Keeps me on my toes.”

“She sounds like a saint, putting up with you,” Soap teased with a laugh.

Simon’s chest tightened at the word saint. The thought surfaced before he could stop it. My girl was a saint too…

He swallowed hard, his grip on the glass like a lifeline. He pictured you in his mind—your patience, your warmth, the way you’d look at him like he wasn’t the sum of his mistakes. He’d told himself a thousand times that he’d let you go for your own good, but here he was, haunted by memories he couldn’t shake.

“She is,” Price admitted with a rare smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Simon looked away, draining his whiskey in one gulp. The burn was nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest.

“You good?” Price asked, his tone casual but his gaze sharp.

Simon straightened, forcing himself to appear calm. “Just remembered something I’ve got to take care of.”

He stood abruptly, tossing some cash on the table. “Catch you later.”

He left before anyone could question him, stepping out into the cold night air. The sharp chill bit at his skin, but it wasn’t enough to distract him.

She was a saint, wasn’t she? The thought lingered, twisting the knife. But he didn’t deserve saints. He never had.

Manchester, UK. 2 years later, december | 9:45PM | 6°C

Christmas had arrived, cloaking the streets of Manchester in a pristine layer of snow. The world felt hushed, the crunch of Simon’s boots against the frozen ground the only sound in the quiet night. His breath puffed in soft clouds, dissolving into the still air.

He hadn’t planned to be here—hadn’t even realized where his aimless wandering had taken him until he found himself on a familiar street. The glow of your living room window caught his eye, and before he could stop himself, he was standing there, looking in.

The scene inside was alive with warmth. Golden light spilled over the living room, illuminating a Christmas tree laden with ornaments. You stood beside it, a delicate bauble in your hand, your laughter bright as it mingled with the joyous chaos of two young boys crawling around the tree.

Simon’s gaze shifted. Price was there, standing close to you, his arm resting comfortably around your waist. The easy intimacy between you spoke volumes—a language Simon once knew but had long forgotten.

His chest tightened, the ache sharp and familiar. He stood frozen, his breath catching as a memory surfaced unbidden: you, sitting beside him on a cold night like this, your hand in his as you talked about the future. A future he’d convinced himself he couldn’t give you.

Now, here it was, vivid and real—but it wasn’t his.

You turned then, your eyes meeting his through the frosted glass. The moment stretched, fragile and heavy with unspoken words. Your expression softened, a bittersweet smile forming as if you understood everything he couldn’t say.

Simon’s gloved hand brushed the glass, the chill biting through the leather. For a fleeting second, he let himself imagine what it would feel like to step inside, to join the warmth instead of watching from the cold.

But he knew better.

He nodded once, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, before stepping back. The snow crunched softly beneath his boots as he turned away, his silhouette fading into the quiet night.

The ache lingered, but as he walked, it shifted—no longer a weight that dragged him down, but something softer, bearable. You were happy. That was enough.

The falling snow blurred his footprints behind him, erasing the path he’d taken to get here. Simon didn’t look back, his lips twitching into a faint smile. For the first time in years, he felt the beginnings of peace. Because some losses, though painful, could eventually feel like victories when love found its way to where it belonged.

[yappingwitch]

The art of winning her back

pairing - James Potter x fem!reader

summary - On his quest to capture the heart of his long-time crush, Lily Evans, James must first win her friend (Y/N) over despite their shared history.

warnings - angst, bullying, friends to enemies to lovers, child neglect and death of a parent (briefly), swearing, slowburn, use of (Y/N)

wordcount - 3k

disclaimer - english is my second language. Don't hesitate to correct me!

part 1

You and James had known each other your entire lives, a friendship somewhat foisted upon you by your parents, whose own friendship dates back to their Hogwarts days. That’s at least how James perceived your relationship: imposed upon him by the suffocating weight of your parents' past.

Sure, James was never outright mean to you. He was still your friend, after all. Though he couldn’t help but ridicule your overenthusiastic nature, with your ramblings and frantic waving of your hands whenever you spoke. Often throwing jabs at you, you none the wiser. He disliked you yet still felt some measure of sympathy for you. A charity case, yes - that was what you were to him, with no other friends to guide you and your parents perpetually away at work, leaving you yearning for connection and always acting as if you couldn't function without continually sticking by his side. So he'd accept his fate with a sigh and take your hand whenever you became frightened by the thunder during one of your countless sleepovers or pretended to battle dark wizards with you using sticks, indulging in whatever you devised next. Of course, you never truly noticed it for what it was. To you, he was the brightest spot in your life, the sweetest friend you could ever wish for.

As the years rolled by, you continued to treasure this friendship, even if it sometimes felt like James was dragging his feet. He was your best and only friend, and in your heart, that was more than enough.

Things first changed when he left for Hogwarts. He was off having extraordinary adventures while you were left behind, grappling with a new void in your life, yearning for his return. You clung to the habit of writing to him, pouring out every random thought that crossed your mind in long letters. His replies were always brief and generic, but you didn’t mind, simply grateful to hear from your best friend.

After probably the longest year of your life, only getting to see James during the holidays, summer break finally ended, marking your first year at Hogwarts and reuniting you with James all year aound. You stood on the train platform with his parents, eyes bright with anticipation. Euphemia pressed a kiss on both your cheeks and pulled you into a hug, his dad quickly joining in as well. The two of you departed on your journey to find an empty carriage, eagerly waving at James’s parents from your seats as soon as the train whistle sounded, announcing the train’s departure. You practically melted into his side during the train ride, linking your arm with his and chatting incessantly, only letting go when you dashed off for the trolley that held piles of candy, babbling to the lady as you did.

Just as you settled back down, your pockets now stuffed with all kinds of sweets, one already grasped in your hand, happily munching on it, the compartment door slid open once more. Three boys stood there, relief seemingly washing over their faces as they quickly greeted James, sitting down across from you both. It was then that their gazes shifted to you, immediately recognizing who you were - James must have complained about you at least once a week, and by your appearance, they may finally have understood why.

The trio couldn’t hold back their giggles at the sight: you, with chocolate smeared on your cheek, bouncing with joy, while James looked like he was stuck in a perpetual state of embarrassment, cheeks flushed. Oblivious to his discomfort (as you often were), you rambled on about how excited you were to begin Hogwarts, speaking at a hundred miles per hour, until all the sugar finally sent you into a deep state of sleep. All of them sighed in relief at the moment of peace, despite your continued grip on James’s poor arm. You only loosened it up once you entered Hogwarts castle, too stunned to speak for once or to notice James quietly slipping away. You just wordlessly joined the other first-years at the front of the school while the rest of the students sat down at their designated houses, chatter filling the room.

You'd sight dramatically whenever a name that wasn't yours was called up, growing more and more anxious by the second, already missing James by your side.

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” Professor McGonagall finally called out, her voice ringing through the hall. Finally. You skipped up to the stool, your heart thudding in your chest as McGonagall lowered the hat, blocking part of your vision with its size. You didn’t care, though, only trying to focus on the hat’s words.

“Gryffindor!” exclaimed its gruff voice, your face immediately breaking into the biggest grin - not only because you had made it into the house of bravery but because you were in the same house as James. The Gryffindor table erupted in a roar of applause, customary for new housemates, but one disgruntled figure groaned loudly instead, covering his face in exasperation.

As you approached the table, your voice rang out bright and cheerful. “James! I can’t believe you didn’t save me a seat!” You pouted, but then your expression brightened as you realized he had no clue you’d end up in Gryffindor either, immediately excusing him in your mind. “I can’t wait to tell Dad about this! He’ll be thrilled. Everyone thought I’d end up in Hufflepuff - way to prove them wrong! Not that there’s anything wrong with Hufflepuff, but I always wished for Gryffindor… hm… or maybe Ravenclaw! That'd really show—”

“You’re rambling again,” he interrupted your whirlwind of excitement.

“You’re right! You’re always right! You better save me a seat next time. Although I don't really mind too much; I passed this really nice group of girls on my way to you. I can't wait to make some new friends!” You began pointing somewhere. “Did you see the redheaded girl? I think she's from your year; she's so pretty—”

“Alright…” James said, interrupting your rambling once again, sending a small glare to the black haired boy sitting across from, hearing him cover up a choked laughter with a caugh.

You, none the wiser, flashed him a beaming smile before scampering off to join the girls at the very top of the table, blissfully unaware that this would mark the second real shift in your friendship with James.

It all began with pranks - silly, harmless little acts that felt like a natural progression of your friendship - joint efforts with his new friends. You never minded this side of him because it was how James expressed his affection, so you thought. Whether it was hexing your hair a wild shade of purple or causing you to trip on your way to class, there was always laughter shared between you, and you felt like you were starting to bond not just with James again, but with his friend group. Sometimes James would show remorse afterward a particular nasty prank, mainly when he got caught, and would often beg you to bail him out of detention with McGonagall, and you always obliged.

But as time went on, a growing irritation began to simmer within you. You would never dare admit it, feeling guilt whenever a mean thought flashed through your mind after another prank. After all, James was your best friend.

Once winter break rolled around, you felt nervous for the first time around him, having barely spent one-on-one time together since the day of the sorting. Yet, each day spent together melted away all your worries. James was finally all yours again, and after spending every day together, you remained blissfully unaware of the growing tension between you both. With renewed faith in your friendship, you allowed the Marauders to continue their taunts happily for years to come, quietly awaiting the holidays to begin anew, where everything was like before. You could deal with that.

Or so you thought, until a seemingly ordinary Saturday, your third year at the school almost over, excited to spend summer with James, a prank sent everything spiraling out of control. It was no worse than the others. In fact, it was quite the opposite - it was almost uncharacteristically harmless, but it triggered something deep within you, and your patience finally bubbled over. The anger towards James began to seep out of you, much like ink from a quill that has just exploded in your face. Staring back at you were hours of studying made redundant, your notes stained, ink splatters glaring back instead of your carefully constructed sentences. You looked around the abandoned library helplessly, your mind not registering what had just happened until you heard laughter - his laughter.

The other boys with him soom joining in too, echoing throughout the usually quiet room as they emerged from their hiding place. As their laughter continued, you let out a humorless giggle, still not comprehending the situation, which quickly made them stop theirs. They exchanged silent glances before breaking out in even louder laughter and walking off after being chastised by the librarian.

Oh.

Oh.

Your smile faded as the realisation settled in. They weren’t laughing with you.

They were laughing at you.

Without giving it a second thought, you marched back to the Gryffindor tower, stopping by the bathroom in hopes of salvaging some of your materials, not even attempting to save your notes, as they were a lost cause. Everything felt heavy, almost suffocating. The familiar laughter filled your ears once again as you entered the common room. Raising your gaze from the fixated stare you had on your shoes, you looked at the boys lounging without a care in the world. Their amusement was unmistakably still directed at you, especially when they saw your blouse - a massive wet spot adorning the white fabric along the ink, your pathetic attempt at scrubbing the stains away.

Ignoring the feelings threatening to bubble up, you bolted to the girls' dormitory, shutting the door with a thud. Your eyes burned and your cheeks flushed in humiliation. You angrily chucked your bag to the floor, your now-stained possessions scattering. Looking around, you saw the startled faces of the other girls, which made your face flush even more, and you quickly bent down, trembling hands trying to gather your things.

Then you felt gentle hands steady your own. Looking up, you met Lily Evans’ bright green eyes, filled with concern and her brows furrowed together, a frown gracing her lovely face.

After a moment of silence, seemingly contemplating how to approach what had just occurred, she settled on saying, “I was going to ask if everything’s okay, but I guess that’s redunda.” A gentle smile blossomed on her face.

Without a word, you threw your arms around Lily’s neck, your eyes glazing over. Dorcas and Marlene, who were the only ones with Lily currently in the room, also sprang to attention. As you struggled to hold back your emotions, your gaze met the other girls’ stares, and you felt everything spill over. Tears fell without warning - an unexpected release of pent-up frustration, sadness, and hurt.

You let go of Lily, wiping your eyes with fervor. Silence enveloped the room until you finally calmed down, regaining control of your emotions as swiftly as possible while Lily gently rubbed your back. Marlene also sitting down by your side, while dorcas sat up on her bed.

“Alright, who do I have to beat up?” Dorcas declared, her tone playful yet sincere, breaking through the heaviness that loomed in the room.

That pulled a watery laugh from you, especially seeing Marlene reprimand the girl for her violent tendencies, though a smile was evident on her face, secretly having similar thoughts. Lily quietly giggled at the scene alongside you.

So you shared everything about the pranks (or bullying, as Lily later dubbed it), James, and everything that had weighed down on you.

When you finally finished your rambling, all listening patiently, the room grew quiet once more. You dreaded their reactions - why, you didn’t know - but anxiety filled your body.

Then, without warning, they erupted into a burst of chatter, voices blending together in a comforting chorus until Marlene decided to take the lead, shushing the other two.

“Well… you know… that’s horrible of him… but… you know, we were all aware he’s kind of—”

“He’s a twat,” Dorcas chimed in.

“I’m not a fan of profanity, but for lack of a better term…” Lily added, grinning as she looked at you, easing your worries. Sudden realisation flashing in her eyes as she quickly got out her wand, pointing it at you, ridding you of the stains.

Your eyes glazed over once more, but this time not out of the anger you felt earlier, Marlene and Lily quickly engulfing you. Dorcas joined in aswell, after Marlene dragged her from her spot on the bed, laughter engulfing the room.

You always felt a shift would come after starting Hogwarts, a new stage of life, but nothing could have prepared you for the transformation that awaited you as summer rolled around - a summer without your best friend. Your room, once a cozy sanctuary, suddenly felt juvenile, each item reminding you of a bond that had frayed. You grew quieter, noticing the judgmental looks from your parents - expressions that mirrored James'.

Lily's letters provided solace, each note including snippets of her life - from the latest Muggle songs to inviting you over for movie nights. Her letters, and those from the others, brought vibrancy back into your world, replacing the dullness that had seeped into your days. You spent countless hours running around with Marlene and Dorcas in Diagon Alley, laughing at every trinket you discovered, scouring through every store you could find, and enjoying the thrill of new experiences. You were rediscovering joy that had long been absent, even without realizing it.

While you occasionally saw James, considering your parents and the close proximity of your homes, he didn’t seem to mind the shift in your dynamic - if he even noticed a change outside of your lack of clinginess, you weren't sure.

By the time fourth year arrived, the pranks that had once been a staple of your interactions faded entirely - nothing felt more potent than the harsh words Lily had directed at James, her words carrying a weight you didn't fully comprehend, yet appreciated nonetheless. He appeared to almost forget you existed, and you were okay with that.

At the end of fifth year, you suddenly vanished, even though school still continued for another month. A sorrow engulfed your life once more when your mother passed away unexpectedly during ministry business - classified. The loss struck deeply, leaving you grappling with emotions you weren’t sure how to manage. Your relationship with her had always felt strained, but her absence was a stark reminder that you'd never have the relationship with her you dreamed of.

Back home, you found comfort in the Potters’ company, excluding James, leaning on Euphemia and your Hogwarts friends to help you through your grief. Your father, overwhelmed by sorrow, struggled to connect with you, and not even your shared pain brought you closer. Instead, it pushed him further away, so when you received a letter from your grandmother from France inviting you to stay with her during the next two months, you eagerly accepted.

This was the first summer that you wouldn't see James at all, not that you minded. His lost friendship had become an afterthought at this point as you tried to navigate your new life.

James only got a proper look at you again at the start of his seventh year. Everything had shifted once more, but this time it felt different. James was now Quidditch Captain and Prefect, determined to make this year - his last - his best by finally asking Lily out, having realized his crush on her in year five, which she largely dismissed at first, considering his past behavior. But he could see (and he knew she could too) that her feelings toward him were starting to shift, recognizing his attempts at bettering himself. So he was confident in his plan to ask Lily to the upcoming Celestial Ball, believing he had finally won her over. Everything seemed perfectly set - that was until Soren Howell, a year six chaser on the team, sat down across from him with an uncharacteristic frown adorning his face.

“What’s got you all gloomy, pretty boy?” asked sirius, who sat beside James, with a smirk looking at Soren, ripping a piece of half-eaten bread from his plate and throwing it at him.

Soren’s frown only deepened. “I asked (Y/N) to the ball,” Soren announced, frustration clear in his voice. “But she said no - some other guy beat me to it."

Hold up. “(Y/N)?” James repeated. “(Y/N) (L/N)?” A puzzled look crossed his face.

Soren simply nodded, bitterness still evident as he continued to sulk.

A million questions raced through James's mind, but most importantly: When did you return? He had assumed you'd finish your studies at Beauxbatons, not seeing you at yesterdays sorting ceremony. Well, right after—

“Are you taking the piss?” Sirius chimed in, laughing loudly. “You need to raise your standards, mate.”

Soren looked up from his plate, disbelief washing over him. “I like her,”

This made James start to laugh as well. While he generally left much of the juvenile behavior behind, partly for Lily but also genuinely growing as a person, he couldn't believe you had not one, but two people pining after you on the very first day back - especially someone like Soren, who was, as much as it pained James to admit, quite the handsome fellow.

“You like her? What’s there to like? I mean - ow!”

A hand suddenly shoved James hard on the back of the head, pain radiating through his skull, and the tips of his unruly dark hair now tainted with the soup in front of him. He grunted angrily, turning awkwardly in his seat to glare at the perpetrator - Dorcas.

Before he could even utter “detention” - a privilege of his Prefect position - his gaze shifted to the girl beside her, her arm linked with Dorcas’s, an uninterested expression on her pretty face as she muttered something to Dorcas while tugging on the taller girl’s arm. James rendered speechless, not recognising the beautiful girl hanging onto Dorcas. Once his gaze shifted toward her Gryffindor tie, his confusion only grew - Was she new? He'd surely recognise someone like her, especially with Sirius by his side who probably tried to chat up every pretty girl, heck even pretty boy, in their school.

Dorcas raised an eyebrow at his prolonged pause, following his gaze and realizing the cause. She scoffed, tugging the girl closer to her.

This made him rip his gaze from her, turning it back to Dorcas, his anger returning.

“What’s it to you?” “Talk about her again, and I will castrate you,” Dorcas declared quickly.

“Her?”

Dorcas looked at him in confusion, then nodded her head in your direction; you, in turn, started to tug on her arm again, annoyance now evident on your face.

“(Y/N)?” he uttered dumbly, at the same time as another voice called out to you.

The beautiful redhead walked on your other side, linking her arm with yours as well.

“Why don’t you get goi-” she started, but then saw who Dorcas and you were talking to, frowning at James with clear disappointment and a look he hadn’t seen from her since he started his journey to woo her - that of genuine dislike. Lily quickly dragged you both away without a word, turning back to glare at James once more on the way to their seats at the dinner table.

It was then and there that James realized - if he wanted Lily, he needed to win you over once again. This new you who suddenly had the prettiest eyes and air of confidence around her. This new you who now looked at him with hatred.

[jeysbvck]

it always leads to you (in my hometown)

oh hi, im back after almost a year of not posting fics, and of course it's my main man who pulls me back in! this is my first jey uso fic, so pls comment & reblog & let me know what you think!! i tried to make it angsty, to fit the song more, but i guess that's not the direction my brain wanted to go!!

jey uso x afab!reader

smut, 18+, minors dni!!

word count: 2,420

some people i thought might like this (if you don't wanna be tagged, just let me know!): @southerngirl41 @bebesobrielo @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @rollinsland @wrestlezaynia @crxssjae

summary: when you're in town for the holidays, it always ends up with you in jey usos bed for the weekend. this time, it isn't enough, and jey shows you why you can't leave him behind.

You stared out the window, feeling content as you watched the snow fall outside, frost gathering on the glass. You and Jey had spent all weekend in bed, sleeping half the day away and sharing body heat in more ways than one; which is how you spent all the fleeting weekends together. You had so much to do before you left in two days, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the warm bed, especially when Jey was sleeping beside you, looking like a literal angel.

This had been happening for the last four years and you remembered it all too well; the bewildered, haunted look when Jey locked eyes with you for the first time in years, like he'd seen a ghost. You remembered the ice that ran through every vein in your body when he walked past you without acknowledging you, making you consider whether you were a ghost. You remember lying in your childhood bedroom, old photographs of you and Jey still on your walls, staring down at you, judging you. You knew you'd hurt him when you left, he didn't think your reasons were good enough; but it never crossed your mind that he'd pretend you were a stranger. But as you stared at the posters and photographs on your walls, you realised that you were a stranger now, you didn't recognise the girl in the photographs anymore.

A few days later, you bumped into Jey again, this time you were both alone, walking past the school you used to share, and things seemed different. He opened a dialogue, asked you how you'd been, asked about your life, and before you knew it, you'd been standing in the cold for half an hour. Jey offered you a ride, and you weren't ready for this to end; it felt familiar, but also new. So you accepted and you drove around the small town, commenting on how things hadn't changed. Four hours later, you were in his bed, doing things you had only dreamed about.

You thought it would be a one-off, that maybe the universe was giving you a better goodbye than the first time, a better reunion than the one in the bar. But the next holiday you were in town, he text you, and you ended up in his bed again. Then Jey started surprising you at the airport -sometimes you hadn't even told him what time your flight was- and although he dropped you off at your parents house, it wasn't long before you were spending most of the time with Jey. It was essentially a weekend-long holiday hook up, a way to make you feel less lonely during the holidays and a way to have what could've been -what should've been- if you had just stayed.

Jey stirred in his slumber, retracting his arm that was stretched over you, taking away the warmth and leaving a chill behind, as you pulled the quilt up further, you couldn't help but think of it as a metaphor for how you would feel in a couple of days when you left. You turned your back on the beautiful view outside the window to the -in your totally, unbiased opinion- the more beautiful view next to you. Even after all the years of knowing Jey, he still took your breath away, he still set your heart ablaze. Every time you were here, you took every opportunity to mentally record every detail of him to take back with you. Every new grey hair, every tattoo, every laughter line, every perfect imperfections, you took it all in. You basked in the warmth, the comfort, the happiness that you felt in this bed, knowing it would all be over in a flash.

"Mornin' babe," Jey said, with a sleepy smile, "you're watchin' me sleep, forgot you were a creep."

You hummed in response as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his pillow-like lips. "And I forgot you snore." You teased, and Jey scoffed, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Such a liar." He mumbled against your lips and you smiled, pulling away and finding your place on his chest. Your fingertips traced the lines of his intricate tattoo on his chest, as his stroked your back, soothingly.

The time you spent with Jey, in this bed, the room, the house; felt like a different world. Like reality as you know it didn't exist here, it was just you and Jey, and nothing else mattered. You hated leaving, you hated getting on the plane, going back to your life like you hadn't just left the warmest place you'd ever known.

"So..." Jey started, and you knew what was coming. The dreaded question that he asked every time. "How long we got? Until you-"

You cut him off, not wanting the words to be said, as if it somehow wouldn't happen if Jey didn't speak it into the universe. "I know what you mean, Jey." You sighed. "Can't we just stay in this bubble for a little longer?"

"How much longer? Like, you wanna talk later, over dinner? Or how about the mornin' of your flight so we barely get to say goodbye?" He snapped, and you scoffed at the outburst. "Ay, you're the one who-"

"Okay," you cut him off before he finished the sentence, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe that had been thrown on the floor the night before as you stood up and pulled it over your body. "You really wanna spend the time arguing?"

"No! I jus'-" Jey groaned and turned on his side, his elbow resting on the mattress. "Okay listen, I know our whole thing; no stayin', no waitin', but-"

"No Jey, this works!" You lied. You knew you were trying to convince him more than yourself, because you knew it wasn't working. If it did, leaving him wouldn't break your heart, you wouldn't spend the year counting down to the next holiday. Nobody in your life knew you like Jey. They didn't know which smiles you were faking, or which laughs were genuine. They didn't even know your coffee order, or your favourite film.

"This works for you? This is enough for you?" Jey asked. "Because it isn't for me."

You bit your lips, you'd expected this every time, you knew it would happen eventually. Jey was always going to find someone who could give him more than you could offer.

"What are you saying?" You asked. "You don't-you wanna end this?"

Jey got his knees and shuffled towards you, leaning up and cupping your face with his hands, his eyes level with yours. "I don't wanna end this." He said. "I wanna be with you."

"Jey," you whispered, hoping he could see in your eyes how much love you have for him. "I can't- We can't-"

"Ay, just listen." Jey said. "What if I came wit' you?"

You stared at him, speechless, your face still in his hands. "That's not funny."

"It ain't supposed to be funny."

"Stop it. You can't just say stuff like this, not in here, not like this when we're all caught up in the bubble!" You said, throwing your hands around. "You have your family here, a life here, you're just gonna leave it all behind?!"

"Didn't stop you." Jey retorted, and you rolled your eyes.

"That was different! I didn't pack up my life to follow someone across the country!" He smirked at you, making you roll your eyes a second time.

"Ay, you think highly of yourself, don't ya?" He joked, but you groaned and pulled his hands away from your face, putting your own over your face. "What if I ain't doin' it for you? What if I'm doin' it for me?" He asked. He pulled your hands from your face and held them. "I know you tell me not to, but I wait, babe. I wait for you to call, to text, I ask your parents when you're comin', so I can wait at the airport for you. I don't wanna wait anymore, I wanna be wit' you, for real, and you can't stay."

You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let yourself smile, and you turned your back on him, sitting back down on the bed. He was saying all the right things, wearing your favourite smile, and it was hard to be logical right now. This was never an option, because what if he ended up resenting you? Having Jey sporadically in your life through the year was better than the alternative.

Jey ran his hands up and down your arms, planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. "Jus' think about it, babe." He whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. "We can have more than jus' weekends." His hands slid over your skin, grazing your breasts as he followed a path down to your stomach, sending shivers through your whole body. "We can do this-" His hand slipped into your underwear, teasing you. "-whenever we want."

You tilted your head back, leaning it against his shoulder as he nibbled your neck, and you hummed, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his fingers exactly where you needed them. He clicked his tongue before he dug his teeth into your neck, a moan escaping your mouth as his fingers teased your entrance.

His hard cock was pressed against your back, and as he played and teased you, you reached around and grabbed his cock. He rutted against your hand, moaning into your neck as you stroked the long length, the action making him push two fingers inside you. They moved inside you, matching the pace of your hand on his cock; when you slowed down, he did, and when you quickened the pace, he did too.

Jey upped the ante, his thumb flicking over your clit, making your hips buck, your grip on his cock tightening, making it twitch. Jey groaned into your shoulder, and when you ran your thumb over his tip, he pulled away from your hand. "Nah, you're gonna make me cum." He mumbled into your shoulder. He kissed your skin again, before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper pathetically. You watched as he slipped off the bed and pushed you backwards on the bed before getting on his knees. "Gotta remind you what you'll be missin' if you leave without me." He smirked, burying his head in between your legs.

You moaned loudly as he flattened his tongue against your cunt, slowly licking every part of you. He quickened the pace, and just as you arched your hips, he pinned them against the bed, while pushing two fingers inside you, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit. This was euphoric, you writhed underneath him as he drove you wild. Jey knew exactly what he was doing and his plan was working, you knew that he could ask you for anything right now -doing that thing with his tongue- you'd say yes to anything and everything.

"So wet for me." He muttered against you, nibbling the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his fingers. All you could do was gasp and moan as he didn't give you a moment to breathe, sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. You tried to hold out, to delay your orgasm, but it wasn't long before you let yourself go, bundling the sheets in your hands as your thighs gripped his head.

Jey pulled back and crawled up your body, his thick, hard cock grazing your cunt, making your body twitch. He grinned down at you, his beard glistening with your juices, his dark eyes full of lust and you pulled him down by the chain around his neck for a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other as you ran your hands down his toned back. He rubbed his cock against your cunt, and you bucked your hips against him. "Fuck me, Jey." You managed to gasp, and he grinned at you, his eyes darkening more. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning with you as your cunt tightened around him.

Your moans were lost in Jeys mouth as your bodies rocked together, your kisses getting rougher and more passionate. His free hand playing with your breasts, switching between them, refusing to let your hands free. "Such a good girl, takin' my cock like this." He grunted and you threw your head back as he attacked your neck once again. Your orgasm was bubbling up inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he fucked you harder and deeper, his own orgasm imminent. He brought his lips back to yours, the kiss slower, but not less passionate, and when he let go of your hands to grip your hips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Shit, baby, I'm so close." He groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts getting harder. You rolled your hips making his cock twitch inside you, and in all the bliss and passion as your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, three words slipped out of your mouth.

"Come with me." You whispered, nibbling his earlobe. "So close." He repeated, and you grabbed his head, making him look at you.

"No Jey, come with me." You said, and he looked in your eyes, he flashed you that beautiful smile -one that could light up a starless night sky. You nodded, and he kissed you, just as his own orgasm hit, and he thrusted into you a few more times, his moans being caught by your mouth.

He dropped onto you; his body like a welcome weighted blanket, and you wrapped your arms around him as he lay on your chest. "Did ya mean it?" He asked quietly. You ran your fingers through his hair, and thought about what you said. You hadn't meant to say it, especially in that moment, it had just slipped out. You also hadn't meant to confirm it was in fact, what you meant. But you meant it with your whole heart, and you knew as soon as Jey voiced it as an option, you knew you couldn't leave him behind again.

"I mean it, Jey. I've never meant anything more."

[slaybestieslay946]

Hi, could you one where Percy and reader take Annabeth and Luke to the cinema for the 1st time please?

Sorry it took so long to get to you, I just got back from holiday!! hope you enjoy, requests are always open!

Cinema Trip

MASTERLIST

pairing: luke castellan x posiedon!reader

word count: 1000

warnings: gushing about inception because its my fav movie

a/n: I'M SORRY GUYS BUT ANNABETH WOULD LOVEEEE NOLAN DONT EVEN LIE

(also this is part of my future au! for luke, and its pre- him and reader gettjng together)

“You’re joking?!” You stared at Luke, entirely disbelieving.

He cocked his head at you, a confused expression on his face, “Uh, no? What’s wrong with that?” 

“But, Luke, you love movies? What do you mean you’ve never been to the cinema?” 

“I dunno? Just never thought about it I guess.” He pondered. Truthfully, he’d never really had the time, especially not as a kid. And now that he was stuck at camp year round, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. 

“Well, we’ve gotta fix this.” You said, rubbing your chin, a serious expression crossing your face, “C’mon, we’re going on a break out.” 

You grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him off the bed, dragging him to the door of the (surprisingly) empty Hermes cabin. He wasn’t surprised this was your solution. You two had an annual tradition to break out of camp, usually to try some new restaurant that had opened up, or go and visit somewhere.

“Woah, woah, woah. Wait a minute. You wanna waste your break out on me?” He asked, the thought suddenly occurring to him as he pulled you back.

“Waste?! Waste?! This is not a waste, Castellan, this is a matter of culture, and as your best friend, I won’t allow you to reach the age of 20 without visiting the cinema.” You declared, firmly placing your hands on your hips in that way that meant there was no arguing with you. 

He sighed fondly, but accepted, slinging an arm around your shoulder and joining you in your departure of the Hermes cabin. 

But as you stepped outside, you realised that a younger pair of campers had been eavesdropping on your conversation. 

“And where are you two going?” Annabeth asked, adopting much the same stance that you had only moments earlier. 

“Uh, nowhere?” You lied feebly, trying to avoid the harsh glare of your younger brother. 

“You two are sneaking out again!” She exclaimed. 

“No we’re not.” Luke insisted, shaking his head firmly, with you following suit. 

“Fine. Then you won’t mind us two tagging along on your journey to nowhere?” Percy piped up, clapping a hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. 

You and Luke shared a glance. Somehow, you had managed to be backed into a corner by two twelve year olds. 

“If you leave us here, we’ll tell Chiron.” Percy continued, and that seemed to seal the deal. You and Luke nodded wearily, and the two kids cheered in joy, following you both to the outskirts of Camp half blood, and jumping into one of the cars Argus would use.

At first, Luke could tell you felt slightly guilty about taking them along with you both, worried that you may put them in danger. That was of course, until you found out Annabeth had also never visited a cinema, and you clearly decided it was worth the risk because of ‘culture’.

Luke wasn’t too worried. He knew you could handle yourself, you were a child of the big three, and he was the strongest swordsman at camp, between the pair of you, you could deal with any monsters that came your way. 

He couldn’t help but watch you as you drove, the way you would laugh heartily at your brother's sassy comments and Annabeth’s light teasing. The way you tapped your fingers on the steering wheel in time to whatever song was on the radio. You were so… perfect. 

Of course he thought that. His (enormous) crush on you only seemed to be growing larger by the day. If that was even possible. Every now and then Annabeth would catch him staring at you, giving Luke a sly smirk and wriggle of her eyebrows before returning to tormenting Percy. 

Eventually, you reached the movie theatre, a slightly old and run down place, but definitely still functioning. At least Luke knew it was definitely real and not some illusion from a monster, since he remembered passing it at least ten times on his way to and from camp. 

“Ok, seeing as this is Luke and Annabeth’s trip, we’ll let those two pick the movie, eh?” Luke watched you whisper to Percy, and he seemed to have made a joke that had the pair of you laughing conspiratorially. Sometimes he forgot that you weren’t totally biological siblings with the way you telepathically connected. 

Luke chose to follow Annabeth as she ran up to the boards with all the movies currently showing, scanning the few posters that were there, and diligently reading the descriptions. 

“What are you thinking Luke? This one looks cool.” She pointed at a poster with a twisting maze, advertising a film called ‘Inception’. He’d heard a bit about it and it sounded like something Annabeth would like. 

“Yeah, really cool. I’m down for that one.” He shrugged. 

Annabeth then waved you and Percy over, pointing up at the film poster and saying that’s the one she wanted to see. 

Luke watched as your face lit up, trying to stop the sappy quickening of his heart at the sight. 

“Nice choice, Annie. You’ll love Nolan.” You grinned, leading the group over to the till to purchase tickets, as well as an obscene amount of snacks. 

*

And, of course, you were right. As soon as the group left the movie theatre, Annabeth was gushing about the directorial style, and the plot line, the genius twists and foreshadowing. You eagerly chatted with her in return, discussing the questions the film left you with and how much you wanted to rewatch it just to dissect all the tiny parts. 

Luke also couldn’t help but notice Percy’s muddled expression as he walked out the theatre and back to the car. 

“You understand any of that?” He asked Luke, furrowing his eyebrows as if deep in thought. 

The older boy laughed, “Nope. Not a single bit of it.” 

Percy sighed in relief, “Oh thank god. I thought I was so stupid, but now I see Y/N and Annabeth are just really smart.” 

“It’s surprising she’s not in Athena.” Luke was unable to stop himself from staring as you talked animatedly to his little sister. 

Percy looked at the older boy, smirking slightly before saying, “Yeah. You're lucky she’s not in Athena though, or she probably would’ve worked out that you’re obsessed with her by now.” 

“Shut up.”

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 10 — Under The Mistletoe

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, very mild Smut — mild explicit content/language.

Disclaimers || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

A holiday tradition Bucky loved to uphold was the surprise of a passionate mistletoe kiss. What had begun as a modest tradition had evolved into a playful game, where the challenge was for you to find the hidden mistletoe Bucky had hung somewhere in your house. The reward? A passionate and unforgettable kiss from his truly. With each passing year, Bucky had to get more creative with it, hiding it in odd corners throughout your house, turning the hunt into more of a challenge.

During the annual Christmas decoration of your home into a festive wonderland, Bucky, with a mischievous glint in his eye, would slip away for a moment to discreetly position the mistletoe somewhere in your house. And thus, your hunt for the mistletoe began.

The next day, you spent the morning searching every nook and cranny and stopping beneath every doorway. Every hopeful glance at Bucky was met with a playful shake of his head and a teasing smile, indicating that you had not won the grand kissing prize.

It continued for two more days, and with each shake of his stupid big head and an annoying teasing smile on that stupidly handsome face, the frustration built. Bucky promised he would help you the next day with the search, even tell you where the mistletoe was hidden. However, that same evening, fate took a different turn, and you stumbled upon the mistletoe without even trying.

— — — —

As you entered the spare bedroom to stash away some Christmas presents in the closet discreetly, Bucky’s stealthy approach went unnoticed. It wasn’t until you felt his warm breath tingling down your neck and his hands gently asserting a soft grip on your hips that his presence became known.

“Look up, doll,” he murmured, his lips delicately grazing your skin.

Complying, your gaze landed on the leathery leaves hanging above the closet—the very mistletoe you had spent days searching. Mentally facepalming, you scolded yourself for overlooking the guest bedroom—stupid idiot.

With a smooth motion, Bucky turned you around, pressing you against the closet door. His heated body melded with yours, his hands finding a place on your waist, sending delicious shivers down your spine. As he leaned in, face mere inches from yours, your lips brushing, a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Looks like you’ve earned yourself a mistletoe kiss, doll.”

He captured your lips in a searing kiss. As your lips met, a spark ignited in your chest at his passion, sending waves of trill through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you drew a deep moan from him as the kiss deepened. His lips parted yours effortlessly, tongue slipping inside to caress skillfully against yours, eliciting a whimper and almost causing you to buckle under his assertive passion. For a blissful minute or two, you lost yourself in the intoxication of Bucky underneath the mistletoe. His lips, tongue, and touch leaving you dizzy with desire.

When you eventually pulled away, breathing deeply, you hummed in appreciation, cupping Bucky’s scruffy cheeks as the rush of his intoxication still coursed through your veins.

“Wow, that was worth the three-day wait.”

“Definitely, but I’ll give you a bonus for being so patient this year,” he rumbled in his deep voice, his nose skimming down the column of your neck as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your heated skin.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm,” he responded, brushing his lips underneath your ear. “As a bonus for being such a good and patient girl, I’ll make you come on my fingers, tongue, and cock,” he groaned, biting your earlobe.

A naughty thought crossed your mind. Next year, you will deliberately struggle to find the mistletoe to be awarded the added bonus.

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[sturniololuv08]

The Game Part One (Matt - PG)

Song: My Favourite Game - The Cardigans

Tumblr: @kirby0strombolli

"You could have any guy you wanted Nina." Her best friend rolled her eyes.

"I know but where is the fun in that." Nina shrugged loving a challenge.

"Everyone knows Christopher Sturniolo is untouchable." They giggled as they watched him from afar. He was standing with a group of his friends composed of the most popular guys in school.

"I think I could get his attention." Nina was determined. She was the most popular girl in school but somehow her and Chris' paths never crossed the way she so desperately wanted them to. Her friends tried to talk her down because Chris was in fact untouchable. But Nina knew boys were just a game. There was always a way to get them to fold.

"You gonna try tonight at the pool party?"

"Yeah. That's perfect." She sighed still eyeing Chris. He was laughing and throwing his head back exposing his neck. She licked her lips just thinking of all the bad things she'd love to do to him. School let out and she went straight home to start plotting. She threw her clothes all around her room looking for the perfect pieces. Desperate to stand out from any other girls who might shoot their shot with the school's most eligible bachelor. She settled on a dark sandy brown bikini. Her skin was already sun-kissed so she knew she would look good. Her rich brown hair fell in soft waves down to the crease of her breasts. The time didn't take long to pass and before she knew it her friends were picking her up.

"Okay, pop off." Her best friend Lizzie exaggeratedly snapped her fingers.

"I'm telling you guys, boys are just a game. It's light work." Nina knew how to pick apart a boy's mind and find out how to get her way. She always got what she wanted. SHe would love and leave them or she would date them for a while for fun. If she wanted a holiday boyfriend she could pull that off too. She knew what she wanted and this time it was the untouchable, un-date-able, Christopher Sturniolo. They pulled up to the house throwing the pool party. Everyone started looking their way and a few people greeted them.

"I'm going to see if Nate is here." Lizzie left quickly to find her fixation. Nina looked around for Chris but had no luck. She sighed thinking it was probably for the best so she didn't look desperate immediately going up to him. She walked into the house from the open back door and found her way to the kitchen full of alcohol to supply minors.

"Here." Someone handed her a drink. She smiled and took the cup without thinking of potential dangers. She took a sip. Everyone was her friend and everyone looked out for her because she was a nice popular person at their school. She included everyone but always naturally outshined them. There was some music playing to keep the background from being too quiet.

"Chris!" She heard someone yell and her ears perked up realizing he was there. She watched as he walked in with a few others behind him and started talking to a group of people. She wanted to shoot her shot perfectly. She waited watching the groups laugh together. After what felt like forever the groups dissipated and he was by himself getting a drink. Nina walked right up to him and started small talk.

"Hey." She smiled sweetly. She had to get him talking to figure out how to get what she wanted.

"Hi." He seemed almost shocked she was speaking to him.

"What are you drinking?" She peered into his cup and made sure her breasts were poking out in his direction.

"Water." He tilted the cup at her.

"That's... interesting." Truth was it was interesting to her. Chris had to be the biggest partier their school had so for him to drink water at a pool party on a Friday night was Interesting.

"I have to drive." He said offering up information she didn't ask for.

"Oh, that makes more sense." She giggled pretending to be interested in his reasons. He was quieter than she expected. "Do you want to go talk somewhere?" She thought maybe away from everyone he would open up more.

"Sure." He looked around as if he was looking for someone specific. Nina grabbed his hand and felt the cold rings on his fingers. She pulled him through the house and pretended to not see everyone staring at them. She took him downstairs and found a couch empty of people. The music was muffled and everyone else was upstairs partying so it was just them. "So..." He drew it out.

"Can I be honest with you?" This was her chance to shoot her shot but she knew to play it innocent.

"Yeah?" He was hesitant.

"I've liked you for a long time. I've wanted to tell you for a long time too; I just didn't know how." She looked away leading him to believe she was embarrassed by her feelings.

"You like me?" She looked at him with a fake shy smile.

"Yeah." She bit her lip. She could already tell she was winning him over. His eyes were looking all over her body. He snapped his eyes back up to hers and she saw a little gleam of lust in them.

"You are like super popular." He questioned her feelings.

"That doesn't mean anything to me." She fibbed. She knew her status in school mixed with Chris' status would make them a power couple, so to speak.

"I don't know what to say." He seemed timid. She thought it was cute. Nina always thought it was weird how Chris and her paths hadn't crossed naturally sooner but she liked the way he was doe-eyed about her.

"Don't say anything." She moved in and kissed him. He took to her tongue immediately and swirled his across the inside of her cheek. She was winning. She was getting all of Chris' attention. She straddled him and started grinding her hips back and forth on his baggy jeans. He was already bulging to try and touch her skin. She entangled her fingers in his hair and continued to kiss him. Her skin was on fire. She had wanted this for so long. Chris was perfect. Every time he rubbed his fingers over her bare shoulders she got goosebumps. 

She didn't just want Chris for his status or something physical. She wanted to be invested in him. She had watched him from afar for so long that she had delusions of them being a happy couple doing couple things. She imagined herself wearing his jersey on lacrosse game days. She imagined him lying in bed with her and playing with her hair. She imagined them watching and talking about her favorite movie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. She didn't want to be railed into next week but instead wanted to make love for a long slow time. As if on cue to ruin her mood his phone started buzzing. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. He typed away on his phone and set it on the couch. He looked up with sad eyes. Nina knew it meant their time was over.

"I have to go. Chris needs me to take him home." Nina stood up fast.

"Chris?" She questioned.

"Yeah, my brother, Chris." He said like it was common knowledge.

"Oh, that - that's cool." Nina wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to acknowledge her mistake because then she would have to admit defeat to herself. He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"But I'll see you around." He looked unsure of how to approach her or the situation.

"Yeah." She smiled sweetly. He went up the stairs and left her standing still confused. If that wasn't Chris but his brother how was she supposed to get close to Chris now? There was no way for her to get everything she wanted now. Everything was ruined. She had lost her favorite game.

[allthemeniveloved]

It Will Come Back - Part 6

Summary: As the tension within the gang at Shady Belle grows heavier, you confront John about your fears for both of your safety and the dangerous path Dutch is leading everyone down.

wc: 2.9k

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a/n: This is definitely a "bridge" chapter, so a little more fast paced and shorter, apologies if it feels rushed. I plan to write my ass off tonight and then schedule the next few chapters to be posted so I don't have to stress myself out going into the holiday weekend. Stay tuned! <3

The ride back to Clemens Point was peaceful, the calm of the weekend still lingering between you and John. The memories of quiet moments by the waterfall and the easy laughter you shared made the looming reality of camp feel distant, almost unreal. As you crossed into the clearing, the usual hum of the gang’s activity greeted you, but something felt different—tenser. John barely had time to dismount before Dutch appeared, striding toward him with purpose, his expression sharp and full of determination.

“There you are, Marston,” Dutch called, his tone brisk as his eyes flicked to you for the briefest of moments before locking onto John. “No time for rest. The Braithwaite mansion is ready to be hit, and we ride now.” Without waiting for a reply, Dutch clapped a hand on John’s shoulder, already pulling him toward the group of men gathering their weapons and mounts.

You stayed frozen for a moment, still holding Dahlia’s reins, your stomach twisting as you watched John get swept up into the chaos without so much as a chance to catch his breath. “Dutch, we just got back—” you started, but the older man waved you off with a dismissive gesture.

“This is the moment we’ve been waiting for,” he said, not even looking back at you as he continued toward his horse. “We need every man for this.”

John gave you a fleeting glance, his lips parting like he wanted to say something, but the urgency of Dutch’s call left no time. Before you could even protest, he swung back into the saddle, sparing one last look at you as he joined the others.

A heavy weight settled in your chest as you stood there, helpless, watching him ride off into the trees with the rest of the gang. Your mind swirled with worry, the image of John charging into the unknown—into danger—haunting you. The thought of losing him, of something going wrong, made your stomach churn, and though you tried to steady your breathing, the fear wouldn’t leave. You paced anxiously near the edge of camp, your heart racing with every passing minute as you waited for any sign of their return, praying silently that he’d come back to you unscathed.

-

The acrid stench of smoke still clung to the air as the gang rode hard away from the burning Braithwaite mansion, its roaring flames lighting up the night like a second sun. The cries of Miss Braithwaite echoed faintly in the distance, mingling with the hoofbeats pounding through the muddy roads. The job had gone south fast—what was supposed to be a final blow to the family that had crossed the Van der Linde gang turned into a fiery spectacle that left no doubt the Pinkertons would be close behind.

“Damn it, Dutch,” Arthur muttered under his breath as he rode alongside John, his revolver still drawn and his eyes scanning the treeline for trouble. “You really think this was the smart play?”

Dutch, riding ahead with Hosea, twisted in his saddle, his face lit by the faint glow of the distant fire. “Sometimes, Arthur,” he said sharply, “you have to make a statement. The Braithwaites thought they could cross us, and now they’ll think twice before anyone else does.”

Arthur scoffed, but his attention shifted back to the road as he tucked his revolver into its holster. Riding just in front of Lenny, Bill, Javier, and Micah, John’s jaw was set tight, his gaze flicking back toward the mansion every so often to reassure himself that no one was following.

“They’re gonna be after us now,” John muttered, his voice low. “Law, Raiders, whoever’s left of the Braithwaites—we can’t stay at Clemens Point.”

“Dutch knows it,” Arthur replied, though the weight of the situation settled heavily on his chest.

-

The sound of hoofbeats breaking through the dense evening air pulled your attention to the edge of camp, and your heart leapt at the sight of John riding in with the others. His shirt was smeared with soot and dirt, his face streaked with sweat, but he was upright, whole, and alive. Relief flooded through you as you rushed toward him, barely giving him a chance to dismount before you threw your arms around him. He held you tightly, his breath warm against your hair as he murmured, “I’m alright, darlin’. I’m alright.” His voice was steady, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders, the weight of whatever had happened still clinging to him.

He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your arms as he looked down at you, his expression softening at your worried gaze. “It got messy,” he admitted, his voice low but firm. “The Braithwaites didn’t go down easy. They had people everywhere, fightin’ to the bitter end. We torched the place, but… there was more blood than Dutch let on.” He glanced away for a moment, his jaw tightening, before his eyes met yours again. “But I’m here, and I ain’t hurt. Just… tired.” His thumb brushed lightly against your arm as he tried to ease your concern.

You hesitated, your voice soft but firm as you looked at him, worry etched across your face. “John, I don’t like the things Dutch has been askin’ y'all to do lately—it feels like we’re crossin’ lines we shouldn’t be. Inserting ourselves where we don't belong."

John sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you, his voice low but steady. “I get it, darlin’, but Dutch—he’s got a plan, a way outta all this mess, and we just gotta trust him a little longer.”

You nodded slowly, the tension in your chest tightening as you tried to meet John’s earnest gaze. “Alright,” you murmured, your voice softer than you intended. “If that's what you think, I’ll follow your lead.” But even as the words left your lips, doubt crept into your mind, twisting uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. Something about Dutch’s plans had been unsettling you for weeks—the way his schemes seemed to grow riskier, more reckless, as if he were chasing something he couldn’t quite catch. You wanted to trust John, to believe in his unwavering faith, but deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this path was leading you both somewhere you might not come back from.

-

By the time the gang reached the swamp, the adrenaline from the night had worn thin, replaced by exhaustion and unease. The route was slow and winding, the horses uneasy as they picked their way through the misty bog. It wasn’t until the broken silhouette of Shady Belle appeared through the haze that Dutch finally signaled for everyone to stop.

“There it is,” he announced, his voice carrying through the night. “Our new home.”

You stared at the crumbling mansion, its windows broken and vines creeping up its sagging walls. The place reeked of abandonment and decay, its shadow looming over the swamp like a ghost of better days.

Arthur rode up beside Dutch, shaking his head. “This is what you had in mind? Looks more like a tomb than a camp.”

Dutch turned to him, a sharp glint in his eye. “It’s hidden, Arthur. Out of the way, quiet. We’ll make it work.”

John sighed heavily as he dismounted, helping you down before tying up the horses. “Don’t look like we’ve got much of a choice,” he muttered under his breath, his hand brushing against yours briefly as you both turned to assess the place.

Arthur pushed open a door, his revolver raised as he scanned the dim room.

“Squatters,” he muttered, his gaze falling on the scattered belongings and rotting food on the floor.

“Least they’re gone,” John said, nudging a broken chair aside with his boot.

“They didn’t leave it like this on their own,” you said quietly, pointing to the bloodstains smeared on the walls.

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but there was no time to dwell. Room by room, the gang secured the mansion, dragging debris outside and clearing a space for the camp.

By the time the sun began to rise, the worst of the mess had been dealt with, though the place still felt far from safe.

As everyone gathered near the front of the mansion, Dutch stood on the steps, his figure framed by the foggy dawn.

“This,” he said, his voice carrying over the group, “is not what I’d call ideal. But it’s what we have—for now. We’ll rebuild here, lay low, and plan our next move. They may think they’ve pushed us to the edge, but they’ll see… the Van der Linde gang isn’t so easily broken.”

The gang murmured their agreement, though the unease was palpable. Arthur stood off to the side, muttering something under his breath, while John lingered near you, his presence steady. As the others scattered to unpack and settle in, John turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “You alright?” he asked quietly, his tone softer now that the chaos had died down.

You nodded, though the exhaustion of the night weighed heavily on you. “I’ll be fine,” you said, offering a small smile.

His hand brushed against yours, a fleeting but reassuring touch. “We’ll make it work,” he said, echoing the sentiment Dutch had tried to inspire—but his words carried more weight, because they were for you alone.

This wasn’t home, but for now, it was all the gang had. And as you looked out at the dense swamp surrounding the mansion, the reality of the road ahead began to set in.

-

The move to Shady Belle brought no relief, only a deeper sense of unease that seemed to cling to the gang like the swamp’s heavy mist. The decaying mansion, with its creaking floors and eerie silence, felt more like a tomb than a refuge. Everyone was on edge, the relentless pressure of the Pinkertons and the gang’s dwindling fortunes gnawing at whatever unity remained. The turning point came with the grisly death of Kieran Duffy. When his mutilated body was dragged into camp, tied to his horse, it shattered what little sense of security anyone still clung to. The haunting image of Kieran’s lifeless form, a brutal message from the O’Driscolls, left the gang shaken. Even the usual bravado from the likes of Bill and Micah faltered in the face of such savagery, and for a brief moment, the infighting paused as the gang mourned one of their own, however quietly. But the fear lingered—if Kieran wasn’t safe, who was?

As the weeks dragged on, Dutch’s plans became more erratic, his once-charismatic confidence feeling more like desperation. Angelo Bronte’s dealings, initially promising a path to wealth and safety, proved only to deepen the gang’s entanglement with dangerous, powerful people. Bronte’s betrayal stung sharply—handing John, Arthur, and the others over to the law during a supposed “opportunity” shook Dutch’s trust in anyone outside the gang. But instead of reevaluating his approach, Dutch doubled down, spinning grandiose tales of salvation through bigger and riskier schemes. The trolley station job in Saint Denis found its way into Dutch's psyche, a chaotic, poorly executed heist that left innocent people dead and brought even more heat on the gang. Each step forward felt like walking deeper into quicksand, and the growing tension within the group became harder to ignore. Whispers of dissent began to ripple through camp, and even those loyal to Dutch couldn’t help but wonder if the man they followed was starting to lose his way.

John’s loyalty to Dutch had always been steadfast, but the cracks were beginning to show. Over the past few weeks, he’d watched Dutch grow more erratic, his plans becoming more reckless and his speeches less inspiring, more desperate. Late at night, as the swamp around Shady Belle hummed with the sounds of crickets and frogs, John found himself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, questioning everything. But even with his doubts, John clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe, Dutch could still turn it all around.

It was you who broke the silence one evening as you sat together in the quiet of your shared room upstairs. “John,” you began, your voice quiet but firm, “we can’t keep living like this. Dutch isn’t the same, and he’s draggin’ us all down with him. We need to leave—while we still can.”

He looked at you sharply, his brow furrowing as his grip tightened on the edge of his seat. “Leave?” he repeated, his voice low and hesitant. “Where the hell would we even go? You think Dutch is just gonna let us walk away?”

You reached out, your hand resting on his arm as you met his uncertain gaze. “We don’t have to tell him, we don't have to tell anybody. We just go."

John’s jaw tightened as he looked at you, his voice low but sharp. “Ain’t you just a little ungrateful for what Dutch has given you? You’d still be back in that O'Driscoll hellhole if it weren’t for him, or worse."

You shot him a glare, your tone firm as you replied, “I’m not ungrateful, John, but what he gave me back then doesn’t excuse the things he’s doing now—you know that as well as I do, and it's insulting that you'd suggest otherwise!" Your cheeks were burning up, your heart rate erratic as your frustration threatens to boil over.

John exhaled sharply, his jaw still tight as he avoided your gaze. “Alright, fine—I shouldn’t’ve said it. But damn it, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

You reached for his hand, your voice trembling but full of conviction as you whispered, “John, I love you, and I can’t keep watching this life tear you apart—we can leave, start fresh, and finally have the future we deserve.” His eyes searched yours, torn between the weight of his loyalty and the hope shining in your words, as you tightened your grip, pleading softly, “Please, come with me.”

John froze, his breath hitching as your words sank in, his usual calm unraveling into something raw and uncertain. His eyes widened slightly, flicking between yours as if searching for a hint of jest, but all he found was sincerity. “You… want that? With me?” he asked, his voice low and tinged with disbelief, like he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea. The vulnerability in his tone, so unlike his usual confidence, made your chest ache. You brought your hand up to run your fingers along his jaw, grounding truth into your answer.

He sighed, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thought, but you saw the flicker of agreement in his eyes. “I don’t know, darlin’. Leaving, it’s… dangerous.”

“Staying is dangerous,” you pressed gently, your voice softening. “And you know it.”

For a long moment, he sat there, his jaw working as he weighed your words. Finally, he nodded, though his expression remained grim. “Alright,” he said quietly. “We’ll start thinkin’ on it. But if we’re gonna do this, we gotta be smart about it. No mistakes.”

You squeezed his arm, a glimmer of hope sparking in your chest despite the risk. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

John didn’t smile, but his hand covered yours, a silent promise that he’d see this through—for you to finally be free. “And for the record,” John murmured, his voice low and filled with his usual tender warmth as his hand moved to cup your cheek, “there’s nothin’ I want more than a future with you, too."

-

The next morning, you awoke to the faint rustle of camp already bustling around you, the space beside you in John’s bedroll cold and empty. A sinking feeling settled in your chest as Miss Grimshaw passed by and casually mentioned that John had ridden out early on one of Dutch’s errands, his return time uncertain.

Later, you sat on a stool in Sadie’s corner of the mansion, her fingers deftly weaving your hair into a neat braid as the smell of coffee from your mug and damp wood lingered in the air. “I just don’t know what we’re doing anymore,” you said quietly, breaking the silence, your voice barely rising above the soft creak of the old floorboards. “Every plan Dutch has feels like it’s getting us deeper into trouble. It’s like he’s trying to chase something we can’t catch, and I’m scared we’re all going to pay for it.” Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you stared out at the foggy swamp, your chest tight with unease.

Sadie hummed thoughtfully, her hands pausing for a moment before she resumed braiding. “You ain’t the only one who’s worried,” she said, her tone calm but sharp, like the edge of a blade. “Dutch talks big, but it don’t feel the same anymore, does it? Here’s the thing, though—you don’t owe him every piece of yourself. You got people who care about you, and you gotta think about them—and about you.” Her fingers moved steadily, the braid coming together as she spoke. “When the time comes, you do what you need to do, and don’t you feel bad about it for a second. Loyalty’s a fine thing, but it don’t mean throwin’ yourself into the fire for some bastard who’s already lost their way.” Her words hit you like a jolt of clarity, and as she tied off the braid, you couldn’t help but wonder if the time to make those choices was coming faster than you’d hoped.

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (27)

Hello everyone! Happy Sunday release day. The countdown is officially on, after this chapter there’s 9 chapters left of this story🥹 I can’t believe it!

Thank you for your continued support, enjoy!

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You light your cigarette and take a drag of it immediately.

“What did he say or do?” Theo asks quietly, standing beside you.

You look over at him, “it doesn’t matter Theo.” Your gaze lingers like you want to tell him but you don’t.

he takes a moment, wanting to know but not wanting to push you.

“Well whatever it was, he’s stupid for it.” He pauses before continuing, “You asked him not to fight the guy didn’t you?”

“How’d you know?”

“I know you. Remember when I punched Ma-” he pauses until you nod “anyways, you were so pissed at me. Even when I knew I was losing you to him, I held back because I knew you’d hate me”

‘Losing you to him’ God that stung a little.

“God this whole thing is just so frustrating” You say through gritted teeth.

“Are you for sure that it’s over between you two? You went through so much…” He trails off.

“Not even a question.” You say simply.

He watches you for a second, “You’re taking this really well…”

“Yeah well you weren’t in the room when we talked” You respond almost laughing. It was quite funny if you think about it, Mattheo said he loved you and begged you not to leave him yet he slut shames you and suggests going back to hating each other so easily. Maybe he never really loved you in the first place..

You can tell Theo wants to know what was said but he doesn’t ask again, respecting your boundaries.

“Thanks for coming up here, I just…I couldn't handle Pansy right now.” You admit.

“No problem, I’m happy I could help…for a while I thought we’d never be cool again” He shrugs. You smile at this, it was nice that he could be here for you. It always seemed like it was Theo or…Mattheo. One or the other could be by your side but never both at the same time.

“Can I be alone for a bit? I promise I’ve calmed down” You ask nicely.

“Uh sure, if you need anything I’ll be at the Slytherin house” He pitifully smiles before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

How could you be so normal about breaking up with someone you loved so fucking much? You didn’t feel like crying or lost just…defeated.

It had all happened so fast that maybe you hadn’t processed it yet but it still felt weird. It is what it is. You couldn’t let this affect your finals coming up and you were so excited to go to the Malfoy Manor over the holidays, you wouldn’t let this ruin it. You couldn’t.

Half of the people at Hogwarts have whispered about you and Mattheo since the very beginning and it had never bothered you or even crossed your mind but what if they were right? You and him were never going to last, you were just fooling yourself.

You throw your cigarette butt down before stepping on it and leaving the tower. You didn’t want to think about this anymore.

You walk back through the castle, it being completely empty since it’s dinner time now. Everyone would be in the great hall which allowed you to walk freely without disturbances.

“Thanks for the clothes pile you threw all over my floor” You hear a voice, hiding off to the side.

You find Mattheo sitting there, drawing in his notebook as normal.

“No problem, glad I could help” You roll your eyes as you continue walking but subconsciously slow your pace.

“Good talk” he retorts.

You freeze, pursing your lips before turning towards him.

“Fine, you wanna talk? Let’s talk since it didn’t settle the first time.” You walk up to him without letting him get a word in, “You acting as if nothing happened proves to me all I need to know. You’re a narcissistic asshole who has never loved anyone in his entire life and it shows.”

You stop and he just stares at you with dead eyes, not saying a word.

“Good enough of a talk for you?” You shake your head, “just leave me alone.” You add before staring into his eyes for a few more moments. Mattheo clenches his jaw as you tear away your gaze and walk away.

You walk faster than before, beelining to your dorm. When you walk in, you slam the door shut and immediately start crying out of rage. You still weren’t sad, you were frustrated. All of this over some stupid joke that your jerk ex from 3 years ago said.

You cover your face with your hands sitting on the floor. God you had never loved anyone more than you had with Mattheo, in fact…you weren’t even sure if it had been love before Mattheo.

You can’t let this wreck you. This entire year has not gone the way you imagined but you weren’t going to let this determine your grades or the rest of your year. It was just one more semester of Hogwarts before you never had to see Mattheo again…at least regularly. You could do this.

You didn’t want to be the person that broke down after a break up. You had never been that girl and you were never going to be. If you ignored it and pushed it away, it couldn’t do you any harm.

You sit on the floor, your tears drying on your face as you look around the room. You sit in the silence for a minute (more like 15 minutes) before getting up and going in the shower, washing everything off. All of it.

You do your nightly routine without any sound, before you get into bed. It’s only about 8:45pm when you turn off your lamp, trying to fall asleep.

“Honey I want you to meet someone really quick, I used to work with him before he got promoted to Head Auror” Some grown man in a suit says to you, pulling your arm in until you stop in your tracks, seeing a grown Mattheo also in a nice suit.

“Mattheo” You part your lips slightly.

“Hi” he says, just as surprised to see you, “It’s been a while…”

“You two know each other?” The man beside you asks, you were gathering that he was your partner.

“We uh…we went to Hogwarts together” You say still staring at Mattheo, the eye contact burning.

“Oh, nice! Well I’ll let you two catch up while I grab us drinks, Mattheo you want anything?”

“No thanks, I’m good” Mattheo mentions as the man walks off, leaving you two alone in the middle of a ballroom. This was some sort of gala.

“Hi” He says again, sheepishly.

“Hi” you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “How’ve you been?”

“Good, good” He nods his head, “It’s been what…12 years?”

“Uh yeah…” You look around for a moment, seeing the man talking to someone at the drink table.

“I didn’t know you were married to Jamie…he’s a good guy”

“Oh sure…” You pause, “Are you with anyone?”

“Oh remember Catherine Newbourne? She was a year older than us? We’re engaged…”

“Oh!” You raise your eyebrows, “Engaged, Mattheo that’s great. I’m so happy for you” You smile lightly, not quite meaning what you say.

“Yeah, thank you. You know it’s funny…I always thought it would be you” Mattheo nonchalantly says, shrugging.

“What?”

“Well…to be completely honest, I’ve never loved anyone like I loved you”

“Mattheo, I-” You start until Jamie walks back up with your drink.

You open your eyes, waking up. The room was dark and Pansy was asleep in her bed. Your alarm clock reads 12:38am.

Fuck.

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[locallygrowndaikon]

Post therapy holiday short story about my ocs that i totally didnt just run through grammarly once and called it a day under cut!

“Woah,” Lark breathed out as he squints at the light reflecting off of the fields of white, “I’ve never seen it snow here in prairie before.”

The once-green fields were now covered in snowfall. The sun still shines down as it hangs in the clear sky but instead of warmth, the air still felt cold. Kari sifts their hand through the snow. It was still powdery, still fresh.

“That’s so cool!” Ness squeals in awe before running past Lark and throwing herself into the ground. Kari follows Eira as she walks up to Ness who’s rolled onto her back and started making snow angels.

A disgruntled voice comes from behind. “It’s too cold here now. The grass was better. And why are you wearing a sunhat in the cold? That’s weird,” Beefy releases a string of complaints as he stops next to Lark, looking down at Ness.

“It’s for the aesthetic! Not that you would know anything about that,” She throws back as she sits up while grabbing her hat defensively. The metaphorical camera pans to Beefy’s god-awful outfit consisting of too many expensive cosmetics thrown together. He just scoffs at Ness’ glare.

Ness stands up and brushes snow off of her pants. Beefy has his arms crossed as Ness approaches him. She lifts one of the capes Beefy has stacked up on him before she pulls out a white camera.

“Wha- Hey!” Beefy sputters as Ness examines the camera.

“I’ll be borrowing this, thanks,” Ness deadpans before taking off and flying away.

“DO YOU HOW MUCH THATS WORTH GET BACK HERE,” Beefy yells as he chases after Ness, leaving Lark, Eira, and Kari standing there in silence.

Lark takes a few steps forward and looks back with a smile that one would put up when dealing with young rowdy moths. “Sorry guys, I’m going to go make sure those two don’t get lost. I’ll be right back,” Lark says then runs off after Beefy, leaving just Eira and Kari standing in silence.

Kari kicks at the snow. “Lark knows some weird people, huh.”

Eira lets a small laugh at the comment. “Beefy scares me sometimes,” she replies. Kari silently agrees in their mind. They did not sign up for meeting Beefy when Lark had become their friend.

“I think the snow is pretty,” Eira changes the subject. Kari looks over at her.

“Really?”

“It reminds me of Valley of Triumph. I like the snow,” She says. Kari looks away. She did say that a long time ago when they were younger, didn’t she?

Kari kneels down in the snow without a word. Eira looks over Kari’s shoulder as they start scooping up snow in their hands and pressing it together into a small pile.

“Can I borrow your hair clip?” Kari asks, holding out their hand, waiting for Eira to agree, which Eira does. She puts the clip in their hand without much of a reaction. Kari flips the clip over in their hands. They had fiddled with this clip in their hands the first time they found it too. It really has been a while since then. Eira must’ve held it with so much guilt during the time they separated too.

Kari glances at Eira for a second to check her expression. It’s blank. She’s still looking at Kari, confused. Kari goes back to pressing snow together with the clip in their hand. They hope Eira doesn’t see their expression falter at the sour thoughts and picks up two small stones and sticks them in the crooked lump of snow they’ve made before sticking the harmony clip on too.

“It’s you,” Kari takes on a mischievous smile as they present the little wonky pile of snow that barely resembles a snowman. The only it has similarity to Eira that it has is the harmony clip that sits on the side of it. Eira covers her mouth as she chuckles and kneels next to it.

Kari watches as Eira makes her own little pile of snow, her pile becoming more of a flat pile than the one Kari made.

“Can I borrow the leaves on your antlers?” Eira asks, similar to how Kari asked earlier with her hand pointing at Kari’s withered antlers. Kari lowers their head and lets Eira pluck two leaves. She sticks the leaves on her little snow pile.

“It looks like bunny ears,” Kari notes. Eira smiles.

“It’s supposed to be you,” She says as she adds a bit more snow to the base of her Kari snowman, which also barely resembles Kari. The two take a seat back to admire their little snowman copies of each other. Kari wants to laugh at how bad the snow lumps look.

It’s quiet as the two sit there with their snow versions. Eira is the first to break the silence. “It’s nice, spending time with you again,” she says with her eyes on the snow. “I missed it.”

Kari’s expression falls. “I’m sorry.”

Eira looks up in shock at the sudden change in Kari’s tone. “I- No, it’s-“ she stutters, still taken aback from the sudden apology, “No, I didn’t mean that… that I’m talking about how we hurt each other, I just- I just think the moment we’re having right now is nice. I’m just glad we’re here together right now.”

“Oh,” Kari answers, still focusing on the snow rather than Eira.

Eira pulls her knees to her chest. “I’m glad we’re here now,” she repeats.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad you’re still here with me after everything.”

Kari hums in response. Eira scoots closer to them.

“You’re still hung up in the past,” Eira states.

Kari grimaces. Eira didn’t sugarcoat it or talk around it. “It’s hard not to be. It’s hard not to think about it when I’m with you. Hatred is what most of my memories of you are. It doesn’t feel like long since we’ve become… friends again.”

Eira doesn’t say anything immediately. She sticks out her hand and pokes the snowman Kari made.

“I feel scared when I look at you sometimes too,” she returns. “I’m not used to this yet.” Kari keeps their face flat as they listen.

Eira continues to talk. “I hope it will change one day, so let’s keep making new memories together.”

Kari tries to wear a smile, hoping Eira doesn’t see through it. “Let’s keep making the good memories.”

Eira gives a similar smile back. Kari pokes at the snowmen too.

“Our snowmen copies of each other are kind of ugly,” Kari comments. Eira gives a real huff of laughter at this.

“I guess so,” Eira says fondly with a smile that doesn’t look as strained as before. Kari finds that their own smile is a bit easier to wear too.

Footsteps crunching in the snow sound behind them. Lark leans over the two sitting skykids. “I’m back, what are you guys do-“

Lark is promptly interrupted by Beefy being shoved into him and Ness pushing Beefy off to the side. Beefy regains footing and buts back in but Ness continues to try and push him.

“Are you making snowmen-“ Ness starts.

“-without us??” Beefy cuts in, pushing Ness back away. Ness screams for Lark to do something about the hooligan on the loose as Lark proceeds to ignore the chaos.

Lark sits down next to Eira. “Oh, these little guys look like you two!” He points out.

“Barely,” Kari smiles. Lark laughs in response. He starts lumping together snow and makes a small snowman with two coherent bolls of snow stacked on top of each other.

“That can be me then,” Lark proclaims as he dusts his hands free from snow. Kari squints at Lark’s snowman. It looks good for a snowman, but in terms of resembling Lark himself, Kari gives it 0 points. At least theirs and Eira’s sort of have their defining features. Lark catches on Kari’s judging stare. “It looks close enough to me,” he shrugs. Kari continues to disagree silently.

Ness finally pushes Beefy over and bends over Lark. “Oh, let me add myself in too! I'm joining the snowman gang,” she declared as Beefy held his knee while he limped over, cursing something about how Ness should stop aiming for the knees.

“What? Snowman gang?” Beefy asks as he finally catches up, “I bet my snowman’s gonna look the best.”

“There’s no way,” Ness states with a dead stare into Beefy. Lark definitely let out a sigh somewhere in the background. Kari personally finds the whole situation entertaining to watch as Beefy tries to make the largest pile of snow before sticking his party hat and sunglasses into the pile and calling it a day. Ness just makes a little snow bunny as she stares at Beefy’s “snowman” in disbelief.

Kari scoots closer to Eira as Beefy tries to preach about why his snowman is the best while Ness has never looked more distressed and Lark just acts as if this were another day. The Eira snow lump and the Kari snow pile were now surrounded by other friends' snowmen. Kari smiles without even realizing it.

Their snowmen look a lot less lonely now.

[ve1vet-cake]

Family Line

MDNI‼️

Cw: abuse mention, child neglect mention, scarring, dealing with trauma

Character: Ren ( @14dayswithyou )

Summary: Ren walks down memory lane and his family line

Based on:

My father never talked a lot He just took a walk around the block 'Til all his anger took a hold of him And then he'd hit

The man breathed out, eyes focusing on the mist of condensation leaving his lips. The cold months always hit him in a way he couldn't describe. They made him remember the lingering feeling of loneliness and coldness within him. Without his sun, his angel, he couldn't comprehend the warmth others felt. His eyes shifted to the sandbox while he shook his head so his hair would hide his face a little from the cold.

He remembered those happy memories with them. The way they smiled at him, giving him the feeling of belonging somewhere.

A feeling of home.

A feeling he hadn't felt with his family.

My mother never cried a lot She took the punches, but she never fought

Oh how he pitied the circumstances he was brought up in. All that pain, all the pressure.

Being unwanted.

I say they're just the ones who gave me life But I truly am my parents' child

With a sigh he looked at his hands, the scarred skin looking back at him. The pad of his thumb traced along the lines on his hand. The numbness of his mind resonated well with that of his body he thought.

Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide From my family line

His light blue eyes shifted to the swings. With a slight huff he got up, moving towards them, his fingers caressed the metal frame of the swings.

He wondered what would have happened if his Angel had had the chance to respond to him back then. Would they have had their happily ever after already?

With a sigh he closed his eyes.

Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he wasn't like.. this.

Broken. Abused. A scorch mark on Angel's perfect world. Would they love him? Love him even after knowing what he was?

He didn't even realise that his thoughts were a product of hurt. Of trauma.

All because of his father. If you could even call him that. Competitiveness, abuse, being unwanted.. all that were the core components of his upbringing.

Why was he born?

Why did he have to endure such pain?

His entire childhood had he questioned everything.

He closed his eyes, balling his hands into fists at the memories of what should have been his home.

Rage bubbled within him.

It's hard to put it into words How the holidays will always hurt I watch the fathers with their little girls And wonder what I did to deserve this How could you hurt a little kid? I can't forget, I can't forgive you 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me

"████████?"

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it All of my pain and all your excuses I was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same)

He opened his eyes, slowly turning to meet the eyes of the one he had fallen for. The one person who made all that anger and numbness go away.

Because when he met them, life was worth living.

And he would make sure they wouldn't have to end up like him.

He would make everything right.

He would treat them right.

"You... Remember..?"

They won't be able to leave.

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 22: Gifts and Memories***

Authors Note: I'm back!!! I did not expect to take a hiatus but it was nice to enjoy the holidays and come up with some more ideas for this story. I know where I am going with it but I needed to come up with some more supplemental chapters to stretch the story for a while because I love these characters too much.

Between meetings/training in the newly found room of requirement with Harry and the other members of Dumbledore’s Army and the constant need to avoid Umbridge and her spies trying their best to catch us in the act. Severus and I had little to no time together in the recent weeks. He was gone when I arrived to grade, usually leaving me a formal note stating his absence (only formal because of the possibility of someone like Umbridge sneaking into his office while he is gone) and that I am to grade whatever he left out for me. By the time I am finished grading it is almost curfew and he has yet to return, so I end the time in his office by leaving him a note informing him of what I had accomplished and bidding him a good evening. 

That went on for several more weeks until one evening after dinner when I arrived at his office, expecting it to be empty except for my note. The great bat himself was sitting at his desk, hunched over a pile of parchments and scribbling furiously and mumbling to himself. He glanced up quickly when I opened the door and I smiled before dropping my bag and walking over to his desk.

Severus stood abruptly, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me forcefully. His tongue slipped into my waiting mouth and I felt my core clench at the contact after so long without him. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing him tightly to me. 

“How I've missed you my Little Star.” He growled into my panting mouth. 

“I’ve missed you too.” I smiled and kissed him again relishing in the moment before I pulled away quickly and he gave me a startled look. 

“What if someone comes in!” I whispered, stepping back a few paces to make distance enough between us so if we were to be interrupted, it would not look suspicious. 

“The door is locked and it is too late for her to come to inspect me…However, if you are worried we can move to my chambers.” He flicked his wrist and the door to his chambers opened by itself. “After you.” He smirked, motioning towards the door. 

When I walked into his living quarters the fire was already lit in the fireplace and two glasses were sat out waiting to be filled by the bottle of elf-made wine that sat beside them on the small table in front of the sofa. 

“Were you expecting me?” I smiled and he walked up behind me, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me back slightly so I was pressed against his front. 

He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to the sweet spot just under my ear. “The thought might have crossed my mind.” He whispered, hovering over the spot he had just kissed which gave me goosebumps all over my skin. 

After a moment of enjoying his touch, I slipped out of his grip and walked over to the couch and just as I was about to take a seat Severus spoke up; 

“I have laid out something more comfortable for you in my room. Go slip it on while I pour the wine.” I smiled at this thoughtful gesture and walked into his dimly lit bedroom.

Laying on his bed was a black peignoir set . The nightgown was black satin and had a delicate scoop neckline and the peignoir itself was tulle and about the same length as the nightgown, except it had capped sleeves with lace embellishments. I ran my fingers over the fabric, studying every detail before I decided it was time to put it on. 

I stripped off my school robes, kickers, and bra and pulled on the nightgown, it came to just above my knees and the fabric felt incredible on my naked skin. Next to go on was the peignoir, which added a delicate layer on the top and gave me just a little bit of modesty. I tied the dark wine-colored ribbon on the front that kept the gown closed and made my way back to the living area. 

When I walked around the corner, Severus sat in his chair with a book in his hands. When he saw me he put his book on the end table, never breaking eye contact and looking at me as if I was dessert and he was going to eat me up…Which I can’t say I would mind.  

“Come here Little Star.” He beckoned me over and I felt my knees go weak at his deep baritone voice. 

My legs carried me towards him of their own accord and before I knew it, I was standing between his knees. He patted his lap gently after a moment and I was putty in his hands, straddling his lap so my legs were pinned between his hips and the cushioned arms of his reading chair. 

I decided at that moment that I needed to feel him, to worship him with my lips so he knew just how much I missed him. I kissed his lips, then his nose, and moved down to his chin. My assault however was stopped when I reached his cravat, which was tied in its normal place around his neck, guarding his delicious skin from me. I groaned and fumbled with the offending piece of silk, doing my best to untie it and resume my kisses and he chuckled. 

Finally, I got the damn thing untied and began unbuttoning his cassock while I placed sweet kisses on his newly exposed neck, his hands moved to my hips, squeezing them gently and guiding me to rock against him. Rubbing my soaking, bare core on the prominent bulge in his trousers. 

I moaned into his skin at the feeling of the rough fabric grazing my folds, laying my forehead on his shoulder and closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of him where I needed him most. 

“Severus.” I panted “I need you…Please…Ohh fuck…Let me ride you.” I whimpered into his ear. 

He smirked darkly, “Is that not what you are doing, Darling?” I whined at his playful tone and he chuckled, giving my hips a firm squeeze. 

 I reached back and grabbed one of his hands, slowly moving him to where I needed to feel him most. I held his hand to my dripping core by his wrist, his fingers stroking me by instinct as I whimpered into his shoulder, bucking my hips at the slightest contact. 

“You are quite needy this evening Little Star,” Severus whispered into my ear seductively. 

“It’s been too long since you’ve touched me.” 

I could feel him smirk into my hair before his fingers that were exploring my folds dipped unexpectedly into my core. I clutched his wrist tighter and moaned as he moved his fingers in a come hither motion inside of me stroking my inner walls perfectly. 

My breathing became labored as he stroked that special part inside of me that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. He was relentless in his efforts to drive me to the most incredible orgasm until… Knock knock knock. 

I froze on his lap, his fingers halted abruptly and were removed from me in less than a second. My heart thudded in my chest as I sat stone-still on his lap, looking at him with, what I can only imagine was a look of pure terror. 

Severus looked at me and brought his index finger to his lips, indicating for me to be silent and I nodded. 

“One moment.” He called out to the person on the other side of the door to his chambers. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me.” He whispered and I nodded, quickly removing myself from his lap. 

He stood up from the chair and waved his wand over himself to straighten and rebutton his clothing and clear off the noticeable wet spot that I had left on the crotch of his trousers. I hurriedly ran into his bedroom and closed the door behind me, pressing my ear to the wood hoping that I would be able to hear whoever was interrupting us this evening, but unfortunately for me all I heard was mumbled voices and the door slamming. 

 I rushed to the bed and plopped onto the soft satin fabric when I heard hurried footsteps marching toward the bedroom door. It opened with a thump as it hit the stone wall and I jumped slightly. Severus walked in and I could tell by the look on his face that he was annoyed. 

“I must go. The Headmaster has summoned me to his office…It is urgent.” He announced, walking over to me and placing a fleeting kiss on my lips. 

“What? Why?” I asked, standing and following him out of his bedroom door. I reached out and grabbed his hand, halting him from leaving the chambers in such a hurry. 

“I haven't a clue…” He turned to me and cupped my face in his hands before continuing. “Go back to your dormitory for the evening. You have my word that I will make it up to you.” He kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in his chambers. 

I huffed and grabbed one of the glasses of wine that he had filled before I re-entered the room after changing and gulping down the contents. I knew I needed to go back to the dorms, so I decided to change back into my school robes and start the disappointing trek to Gryffindor Tower. 

The next morning was thankfully Saturday which meant no classes and a trip into Hogsmeade with Edwin who was waiting for me by the large fireplace in the common room. I was hoping this trip would take my mind off Severus’ quick departure last night and the uncomfortable ache still lurking between my legs from our foreplay. 

Edwin had spent Friday evening in the library with Marigold which had become his usual routine. I was beyond happy that he had finally found someone he was so smitten with and she seemed to return the favor. However, as Edwin’s best friend I, of course, had to take the mickey when I saw him…and I did it every Saturday since their first library ‘study session’. 

“So loverboy…When are you going to ask her on an official date?” I asked as we began our walk out of the castle. 

“I thought I was going to ask her last night…but I chickened out. She is just so beautiful and when I start to ask, my insides turn to putty when she makes eye contact and I clam up.” He explained and I linked my arm with his. 

“Edwin you know she will say ‘yes’ you just have to ask. Invite her to Hogsmeade next weekend for a butterbeer, that way you can get a move on before Christmas!” 

My poor best friend just shrugged and changed the subject, typical Edwin. “What about you and the great grump? Have you two managed to find some time to yourselves?” He asked hopefully, we had finally made it to the path to Hogsmeade so we were now clear to have a quiet conversation about Severus without any students or teachers overhearing. 

“We spent a few minutes together last night, but he got an urgent call from Dumbledore and had to leave.” I sighed. 

“Did he tell you what Dumbledore wanted?” I shook my head and Edwin shrugged. 

“I’m assuming if he was called away in the evening like that it would have to be for a good reason.” 

“I guess, it’s just getting annoying that we have no time together. Whether it be because of Umbridge, the meetings in the Room of Requirement, or even him having meetings of his own…It just feels like we never have time together anymore.” I sounded a bit more defeated than I meant to but it felt good to finally talk about it. 

“Have you asked him about the summer?” He asked and I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. “Maybe you two could spend the summer together. He has a house...Right?” 

I gave him a curious look, “I think so…We haven’t talked about it and I think that would be something he would need to bring up first, not me.” 

We continued to walk and I kept thinking about Edwin’s suggestion. Could I spend the summer with Severus? Would that even be something he would allow? The thoughts ran through my head the entire time we were at Hogsmeade and it was difficult to think about the gifts I was supposed to be getting for Millie and my Grandad. 

Eventually, I was able to clear my foggy mind enough to pick out a beautiful maroon and gold dress for Millie, which I transfigured to fit her small stature. For my grandfather, I picked up an assortment of sweets from Honeydukes. Licorice wands, peppermint toads, and jelly slugs, he never told anyone but he had a horrible sweet tooth and Honeydukes was his weakness. Severus and I had already had the discussion about what he wanted for Christmas and he told me I was under no circumstances to buy him anything otherwise he would ‘paint my rear multiple shades of red’ and I was in no place to test him…Even though I kind of wanted to. 

After our long day of shopping Edwin and I made our way back to the castle. I plopped my bags into my trunk when I arrived at my dorm and shrugged off my big coat in favor of a lighter jumper for lunch in the great hall. 

When lunch was finished I walked to the dungeons in hopes of spending some time with Severus. Even if we had to grade during the time we spent, it would be far better than not seeing him at all. 

I knocked on his office door and waited for his reply and when it finally came I entered the damp, cold dungeon classroom and smiled warmly at him. He was sitting at his desk like normal, reading a roll of parchment from a stack beside of him. He looked up at me when I plopped down in the chair in front of him and sighed.

“I am sorry you keep catching me at a busy moment Little Star. These parchments need grading promptly.”  

I gave him a small smile and grabbed a pot of ink and a quill, “You know if you stop giving so much homework you wouldn’t have to spend so much time grading.” I quipped as I grabbed some of the papers from the stack and began grading. He chuckled and thanked me for helping him, reminding me that the homework was in place to help us succeed in his class. 

 We graded in silence for about an hour before he spoke up finally. “I have been putting this off but...We need to talk.” I dropped the quill into the ink pot and leaned back in the chair. 

“Is it about last night?” I asked, hopeful that he would tell me what Dumbledore needed so urgently. 

 He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at me with the most defeated look I’ve ever seen him have.  “I need to take your memories.”

Woah! I come back with a cliffhanger???

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New Year's Eve [Part 3]- KTH - Y/N [Latina] | mini-series

Summary : * Smut, 18 +, AU, Non-idol Y/N and Tae Hyung are old friends. You have been in love with him since you first laid eye on him in middle school. Keeping a friendship and controlling your feelings for him had been hard. It had been four years since yo last sawn him and now you are visiting your home town for the New Year's holidays. Find out what happens between you once you see each other again. Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

PART 3

“You look nervous, y/n,” he says as you let your eyes meet his gaze. 

Nervous? You wondered what kind of face you were making. You were nervous but you also felt ignited with desire. You had been in Tae’s room between middle and high school plenty of times. You had laid on the bed with him just as many times, watching TV or reading alongside him. Yet tonight in his apartment, the mood in the air was different. Your heartbeat was increasing, and you chugged the rest of your drink as you sat on his bed next to the gift bag, your legs crossed together. Without words, he approaches you, takes the glass from your hand, placing it on the nightstand. His waist resting against your knees. You were rendered speechless at his nearness, and your throat was cleared. You're not sure if he realizes his current effect on you and/or how intentional he is with his actions, but you have to break the silence as he stands before you. You could feel his gaze, but you refused to look up. 

“I’m not nervous, just...I know...um...maybe it’s the alcohol, I had a few glasses of wine before I got here too...So...I feel like…like... I-I could use another drink” You fumbled out the words the best you could. What was wrong with you, you wondered. You did not dare to look at his face, and your mind was filled with thoughts of kissing him and undressing him. There was a long pause before he responded to you.

“Ya, sure...I’ll go make you one right now”. As he turned to leave the room, you let out a deep sigh. ‘Get it together y/n, remember why you are here, tell him how you feel and stop thinking about ripping his clothes off’. You giggled at yourself took a few deep breaths. The liquor was starting to get to you. You were feeling light headed, silly and awoken with desire. You reached for the gift and placed it in your lap. You laughed at a memory that popped into your buzzed head at random. The two of you sitting on the curb of a street basketball court, the sun setting behind the two of you. Him noticing the frown on your face frustrated you missed the last game shot, ‘hey turn that frown upside down’. You laugh at the memory like it was just yesterday. You knew saying goodbye meant saying goodbye to everything he meant to you and all the possibilities and future memories. You had always imagined and hoped that you both would be friends forever. Even if you could not be the love of his life, you were confident your future children would be friends. But you just could not be friends, it was too painful and it always gave you hope that one day he would love you the way that you loved him. You let out a sigh, the door opened and Tae came in two drinks in hand, handing one to you and setting down the other. 

“Here y/n”You grab a drink with one hand while still holding the gift. 

“Thank you, Tae Hyung.” You take a swig of the drink and noticed his eyes on you.

“Are you taking my gift back already?” he asks as you laughed.

“No of course not, I thought you were going to open it already”. He smiles at you and takes the gift from your lap, staying close to you and opening the gift. He sees that is a button down shirt and smiles warmly at you.

“Thank you, I really like it. Purple. My favorite color, you remember after all these years”. He says examining the shirt, then tossing it down to the right of you and slightly behind you some of the fabric grazing against your leg. You feel slightly embarrassed for remembering even the smallest detail about him and take another drink avoiding eye contact with him. You notice him starting to unbutton the top button of the blue button down he was wearing from the corner of your eyes. You swallow not sure what he is doing but keep your eyes forward and away from him. He continues in silence unbuttoning each button slowly one by one. You glance at him in between drinks from your cup. He finally finishes and removes his shirt completely revealing his bronze colored toned bare chest, bare shoulders and taunt stomach. You gasp slightly followed by biting your lip. You just could not tear your eyes away from the sight of him. You stare taking in every inch of his bare skin. You could see the band of his calvin klein boxers poking out from his dress pants. Your eye’s slowly met with his and you find him staring with such intensity you nearly lost all rational. You could literally visualize yourself jumping on him legs wrapped around his waist and lips locked together. Eyes still locked with yours he leans down toward you reaching outward towards his shirt. You feel as if you are in a trance or perhaps this is what it is like to be bewitched or under a spell, his spell to be exact. He leans even closer his arm extended reaching for his shirt but his eyes never leaving yours. It’s a slow reach, you watch him slowly lick his lips, his eyes lowering to your lips. You lick yours as well as if you could taste him. You felt the heat rising in between your legs and a slight tingle. It felt like time had froze, he leaned even closer to you his lips nearly touching yours but he stops just shy of touching them. You could feel his shallow sweet amaretto flavored breath against your lips. 

“Tae...Hyung...I-I….” you could not finish. His lips gently collided with yours starting with slow sensual lingering suckles to your lips as if he was tasting and savoring them slowly. Followed by him guiding you back with a forward leaning motioning forcing you to lay down while deepening his kiss. You responded leaning back onto the bed, he releases your lips grabs your drink from your hand and places it on the nightstand as he quickly returns to his original position his tongue tracing and outlining your lips and slipping into your mouth. You reach your hand to wrap around his bare back your other hand teasing through his hair. You release a deep moan into his mouth releasing years of desire in one sound enjoying the exploration of tangled tongues. Your legs respond identical to your mouth, they cascade open effortlessly allowing him permission and space to enveloped in between bringing your bodies closer together than they had ever been before. You could feel your body tingling and igniting, you were on fire with desire. You arched your hips upward desperate for more friction rubbing your crotch against his and feeling just how rock hard his member had become. You were lost in his kisses, intoxicated by his taste and hungry for more. Tonight your body would do the talking.

His lips moved down to your neck first placing sweet tender kisses against your perfumed skin. You continued to rock your hips against is waist moaning softly and sensually. He continued to assault your neck leaving behind the tenderness and latching on to your skin sucking and moaning in to your neck as he drove his hips harder and harder into yours. You could feel the hot wetness between your legs pool into the silk material of your underwear. You were nearly dripping. Your fingers tighten their grip of his hair as you grinded as hard as possible into his thick hard member. You felt one hand start to slide up the outside of your thigh pushing up the fabric of you silk dress sliding behind your rear grabbing roughly onto and squeezing as if his life depended on it. This pain and pleasure was causing was driving you mad. He released your tingling cheek and slipped his fingers into your panties slowly. Just the anticipation of him touching your wet swollen lips caused a gush of hot liquid to seep out and a deep more to release form your mouth. You instantly opened your legs even wider. He looked up at you licking his lips. You could see the lust and desire burning and flicker in his eyes. You know those eyes were like a mirror to you. He must of seen the longing in your eyes because instantly he brought his fingertips to your wet lips drenching with your fluids and swiped upward causing you to shudder at his touch. 

“Oh fuck y/n your so fucking wet just from the outside. I can only image how wet your pussy is inside” He says followed by crashing his lips into your his tongue swirling with yours both of your moaning heavily into each other mouths. He continues rubbing the outside of your lips. You thrust your hips into her fingers and break your kiss by pulling his head back by his hair.

“Please..Tae...tou-ch me…” His eyes flicker, flames of desire burning as he shoves two fingers in between your drenched lips. You gasp and arch your back and hips trying desperately to get his fingers as deep as possible inside of you. You could hear the luide sloshing and sucking of you pussy swallowing his fingers to his knuckles leaving his fingers drenched as he paces in and out of you. He roughly pulls down you the top of your strapless dress simultaneously dragging down your strapless bra exposing your ample breasts and hard nipples. He continues to finger you all the while taking one nipple into his mouth alternative between sucking tauntly, swirling his tongue around and flipping the tip, over and over again. You arch your chest into his mouth moaning, you were not sure how much more you could. You more than wanted him you need to feel him inside of you.  He switches to the over nipple leaving the wet one cold and swollen as he continues to pump his fingers faster and faster.

“Tae..Pl-ea-se, I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I need your dick inside of me…”. He releases your nipple and sits up.  

“Y/N fuck. Your so wet. And  your so beautiful, sexy and delicious, don’t worry I’ve waited along time for this, trust me, I--want this…” With that he reaches down and hastily pulls off your panties throwing them to the floor. You shimmy out of your dress he helps throwing it to the side and mounting you. 

“Tae--trust me, I’ve waited longer...you fucking asshole...who I lo--v--uh--ng--(gasping)” You could not even finish your sentece as he you feel his long, thick hard cock push into your lips. The head went in easy thanks to how dripping wet he had made you but the rest was painful. You grabbed onto his shoulders drawing him close as he captured your lips. You kissed him wildly digging your nails into his shoulder blades as his quickly thrusted himself deep and hard into you. You gasp loudly breaking from his kiss and burying your face into his neck.

“Uhh-ow--e...mmmm…” the pain and pleasure was so intense body quivered and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You release a gut hurling moan and bit into his neck sucking hard as he quicken his passed faster and harder into you raveging your pussy. You continue to savagely suck, lick and kiss his neck moaning into him and driving your hips high and harding into his. 

“Fuck y/n your so tight...it feels too fu-cking good…I-I can’t hold it…your so tight like if this was your first ti--me…” You take his mouth with yours silencing him. You did not want him to finish his sentence, after all it was your first time, because you had only ever wanted him to have you. You couldn't imagine anyone else taking away your first time. This is what you had wanted. You did not want him to know, and your were afraid your eyes would give it away, tears welled up in your eyes threatening to fall. You kissed him harder driving your hips harder and faster into his you both falling into a rhythm, skin slapping together. You were heaven. He pulled out quickly breaking your lips apart his back arched back hand on his cock as hot creamy cum shot onto your abdoman.  

“Uh..oh shit, I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t handling it, you fuck broken me, I want to get a condom, but your just to fucking sexy and wet. I’m sorry, you forgive me?” He ask smirking as he gets up walks to the bathroom and returns with a towel. He crawls over you and starts to gently wipe you clean followed by kissing your lips. You take the towel from him and wipe away spots he missed and clean his cock as well.

“Thank you Tae...for the towel.” You avoid his eyes feeling nervousness once again. You hated yourself for feeling nervous. You knew for you this was making love but for him it most likely was a buzzed one night stand. But it did not matter to you, you were happy. You bit your lip not sure what to do other than get dressed. You slide off the bed, you felt his eyes on you. As you stood with your back to him you slipped on your panties, you could hear some movement. He trembled as you felt the hot  sweaty skin of his toned chest touch your back and his warm arms wrap around your waist. You froze standing there only in your underwear. His lips press against your ear.

“Y/N, please don’t think this was just another fuck for me, It’s the fartherst from it. I meant it when I said I waited so long for this...for you. I’m sorry I kept you waiting this long….Happy New Year.” Tears fell from your check as you both stood before his window the reflection of you two standing like lovers as fireworks went off in the sky. You turned and kissed his cheek as he held you in his arms. 

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

[the-void-writes]

ROYGBIV Tag Game

Thank you @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the tag! These are all gonna be from the AU draft that I’ve been stuck on for months. I had to go in and add some colors to my writing lol, but here we are.

I’ll tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tryingtimi @guessillcallitart and leave it open for whoever wants to join! No pressure 💖 The rules are to find any instances of your writing that have the colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

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Red - The picture underneath was of a ghostly-looking man. Long red hair hung like a curtain in front of his pale eyes, the color of the sky when it snowed. Will was paralyzed by his frenzied stare, like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a starved wolf. It filled him with a type of dread he hadn’t truly felt before. Somehow, deep in Will’s mind, he felt as though he knew the man.

Orange - Soft orange firelight painted his face as he stared into the hearth and sighed. Will could always tell when a painful thought crossed Henry’s mind, as the wrinkles around his tired eyes deepened and sagged.

Yellow - Will stared into the soft, colorful lights that bathed the wood in little patches of pink and green and blue and yellow. Such a simple sight filled him with immense happiness. He was celebrating the holidays with a proper family, people who loved him. It didn’t matter what they celebrated, as long as they were together.

Green - Cold green eyes stared down at him— not a pleasant green, like a forest or an emerald. This was the color of ooze, of sickness, of substances so toxic that they had to be buried deep in the earth. Will grew nauseous just from looking at him, as though the acid in his eyes was eating him away from the inside.

Blue - “I’ll try not to drop you,” Will said.

“Eh, a little water won’t kill us.”

Will took his hands and led him out onto the shimmering blue lake. They both glided across easily, sliding like leaves along a river. Colin looked around at the water and laughed.

“You’re amazing!”

Indigo - Birds flew overhead into the soft indigo sky as the last bit of stars came out. Bits of frost began to form on the wet grass. Will used his bag to try and shield himself from the chill, only relieving it by a fraction. He was already exhausted, but he needed to find shelter, a place where he could rest without someone finding him and bringing him back to Isaiah.

Violet - The cameras fell on her as she raised her fists in the air, and that was when Will noticed her metal arm. Glowing violet lines of light danced across the prosthesis, flowing around the individual joints and fingers on her hand.

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Angst (2) Masterlist

part one

Bleeding heart (ao3) - exhiled_spirit luke/ashton M, 35k

Summary: Time changes. Some would say that all of his wishes came true and in some way they did. That's why he stopped wishing upon the stars like he did when he was a naive child. Because all those wishes led him up to this moment in time. A time where Luke stopped wishing upon a star and instead felt himself become one. Each and every day he felt his mind leaving his body and float away. It's only a matter of time now until he's leaving the atmosphere and becomes a floating rock himself. A rock without its glow, just a cold hard rock that no one sees and cares about. 

Or Luke's past relationship haunts his ever waking moment and everything comes crashing down during the highly anticipated Meet You There Tour.

Broken Love in the First Degree (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine ot4, michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 29k

Summary: “It’s not me, Cal.”

The bottom drops out of Calum’s world at the tone of Michael’s voice. It is so… empty that it takes Calum a moment to understand what he has said and then another to process it. Calum blinks, his mind still sluggish from sleep. He mouths Michael’s words in the vain hope he might catch on to what Michael actually means.

Calum takes too long. Michael sighs. He hits pause on his game and finally—finally—gives Calum the attention he deserves. His eyes are sad. His bottom lip is a little wobbly. Calum is afraid Michael might cry, but Michael can’t cry. Not on Calum’s birthday.

“Look at your wrist.”

(In which Calum is Michael's soulmate, but Michael isn't Calum's.)

cause I’ve been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song (ao3) - luke hemmings (wishingforlondon) michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Thinking about Michael was, for Luke, just a really bad idea.

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 36k

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dream makes the sounds (that carry me so far away) (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum M, 36k

Summary: Luke's just got to California, on a trip to get away from his life for a while. Calum might be there for the same reason. When a chance meeting pushes them together, Luke might get more out of the four-week road trip than he ever imagined.

Hold my hand and kiss my cheek darling (the world is watching us) (ao3) - Abbypd luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 23k

Summary:

“But why do I need a fake boyfriend to come out?” Ashton asked, glaring at his manager – a woman in her forties who usually knew exactly what she was talking about. This time, the young singer wasn’t too sure. “Because why else would you have waited for two whole years to come out? With a boyfriend you can just tell them you didn’t know you were into guys until you met him. It will be romantic and everybody will love it.”

Or Luke and Ashton are both idiots who are too scared to admit that their kisses aren’t just for the cameras.

i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same (ao3) - mukelftv michael/luke E, 20k

Summary: michael clifford is an employee at the local mall. luke hemmings is a pop star on his mall tour. what happens when the two of them cross paths?

if we make it through december (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton T, 28k

Summary: “I didn’t tell them,” he blurts. Ashton falls silent on the other end of the line. “My family. I didn’t tell them about the breakup. And I know that I should’ve and I swear I will, but Gram asked about you today and it’s probably her last Christmas with us and you know how much she loves you. I couldn’t do it. It’d break her heart, and I can’t do that to her. Not right now. So if you– I mean. What I’m trying to say is that you’re still invited to Christmas, if you want. You don’t have to, I can make an excuse for you, and I swear I’ll tell them after the holidays, but I thought maybe… maybe you’d want to see them one last time.”

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/luke, luke/ashton T, 33k

Summary: In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

it’s an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you (ao3) - FayeHunter, lifewasradical michael/luke T, 33k

Summary: With one last sweep over his apartment, Michael is sure he’s ready to go, or at least as ready as he’s ever going to be. Nothing would ever prepare him for multiple days of nothing but Luke Hemmings.

Or, Michael and Luke broke up a few months ago, but a nonrefundable road trip has them back together for a wonderful ride from New York City to Orlando, Florida.

Like the Stars Love the Sky (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum/ashton, michael/ashton T, 37k

Summary: Michael can’t admit to Luke that he liked kissing Calum or that he would like to kiss Calum again. He can’t, because admitting it to Luke means saying it out loud, and saying it out loud means that these feelings are real. It means that he loves Calum as much as he loves Ashton, and that isn’t fair to anybody, especially not Ashton who didn’t ask for a fiancé with one foot out of the door—not that Michael would ever leave Ashton, but the sentiment is the same.

(In which Michael doesn't realize he might be in love with Calum until Michael himself is engaged to Ashton.)

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

Mixology (ao3) - dafeedil luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 23k

Summary: In which Michael is reeling from a recent breakup, Calum has just flunked a semester of university, Luke has never taken a risk in his life, and Ashton has taken too many.

One night, four boys, one Los Angeles bar. A recipe for…well, quite possibly, not disaster.

(or, they all meet at a bar and fall hopelessly in love for the night. Only, it’s actually a lot more than that.)

Oil and Water (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 25k

Summary: Calum’s heart sinks a little bit, and he’s not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s allowed himself to fall victim to Michael’s seduction yet again, or maybe it’s because he’s disappointed in himself for being so willing to try something that could so easily be dangerous. Or maybe, the most likely of all, it’s because he can hear Mali’s voice in his head telling him how stupid he’s been to have found himself—quite literally—backed against the wall like this, with a boy he barely knows whispering dirty promises into his ear when he doesn’t even know the first thing about real relationships.

Or, Calum spends a night with the boy that smells like smoke, and as it always is with bad addictions, he keeps getting sucked right back in.

paper valentines (ao3) - dafeedil michael/ashton M, 30k

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Michael and Ashton have erased each other from their respective memories, along with the entirety of the last two years they’ve spent together.

However, sometimes erasing past mistakes only means you’re ultimately doomed to make the same ones all over again.

rebound feelin' like a rerun (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton T, 33k

Summary: “Alright what the fuck?” Michael shouts, dropping himself down in the open corner of the couch. “What the fuck?” he says again, leaning forward on his knees, staring at Ashton across the room.

Ashton just shrugs. “He left me.”

The lack of emotion in his voice is concerning, completely free of the bubbling laughter and attitude filled charm that normally coats his words. It’s just empty, sort of bitter but mostly void of feeling, like he’s detached himself from the situation completely.

“But why?” Luke finds himself saying.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.”

Red Light - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 32k

Summary: Ashton hates strip clubs. Hates them. And Calum dragging him around to them because “good dick mends a broken heart” is not making him hate them any less.

Granted, there is one dancer that makes him think they have potential.

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

Take Me Out (to the Ballgame) (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton, roy/calum, kaykay/sierra T, 35k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is the best pitcher on his team, he's happy there. He has a life with that team.

Everything changes when he gets traded to his teams rival, when he get traded to Ashton fucking Irwin's team.

He was so screwed.

when the party ends (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 30k

Summary: Sadly, Calum is going to have to buy this bottle of wine. Is he torturing himself unnecessarily? Definitely. He can’t even really make himself feel pathetic about it, though. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. Of why he misses Luke so much. Of why drinking this wine alone in his apartment is a bad idea. Even without Luke actually being present, Calum is using him.

a heaven, iowa songfic.

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Harry Styles: One night only

Her lip might as well be covered in her favorite red lipstick for all the abuse it's taking. Sylvia knew she was a bit of a mess getting out the door, it had been one of those mornings at the end of a holiday where the country they were in seemed finished with them. They'd gotten lost, gotten fined and she'd even got hit by a car, gently but- still.

It was time to leave, but with locking their key cards in their suite and the restaurant they'd dined at seemingly having a single person kitchen and a 100 person dining room, she was so ready for bed and overwhelmed she did not do her normal before bed check of her wallet and passport, nor did she plan her airport outfit to

Maximize comfort and minimize time at security.

All of her time went to propping her eyelids open, a la a looney tunes character while supervising her family packing once they'd finally eaten some food and made it back home.

These were the only excuses she could come up with as to why she left her pocketbook with everything at the hotel.

The flight was early, she might be able to beat housekeeping.

"Amor," Sylvia's voice carried the alarm she was feeling like the tornado sirens she found shrill when they visited Chicago once. "I've left my pocketbook."

Her husband looked up from His laptop unbothered in the airport Lounge, "phone the hotel. We can have it sent."

What. "What?" Her voice went up an octave. Her daughter gave her the don't embarrass me eyes and her husband's lips thinned into a grim line. The country may have wanted her out, but at the moment, she wasn't happy with her traveling companions. No one seemed to feel the fire in her

Circumstances.

"It's ok. We are valued clients." He rubbed the back of her hand. His attempt to placate her didn't work, she was not soothed.

"No, no, it will not do, I can't be without my cards and license, I have to be at school this week. I'll head to the hotel and retrieve it and meet you all tomorrow morning. May I have my passport?"

Sylvia could tell he wanted to slow her down, change her mind, but years of marriage had assured him of how unlikely he would be to give her a new destination when her mind was set on a path.

He handed over the passport with a sweet buss to her lips and a "see you at home, love you, and I hope you have a boring flight, mi amor."

She barely remembered the taxi ride to the airport, her knee bouncing, catching her nail on the door handle, ripping it, filing it on the cross grain of her jeans when she realized her glass file was packed in a bag on its way to Miami.

The front desk was helpful, as helpful as they could be. "I'm sorry Senora, but someone is already in the suite."

"Well, could I at least go knock on the door?"

"I'm sorry, Sra. but the new occupant isn't to be disturbed." The young lady at the counter looked sympathetic, but unmoved. She wasn't going to get Sylvia to the penthouse floors.

Which is how she found herself on the elevator behind someone else with the golden key that indicated they could access the exclusive floor her suite had been on. The couple paid her no mind as they seemed completely caught up in each other, luckily.

They went opposite directions and by the giggling and fast feet on the floor Sylvia was sure they paid her not a thought more. She found herself in a fit of nerves right before she knocked on the door. Who could be behind it? The hotel staff had been so cagey, but giddy. At the time, she'd just been annoyed, now she was puzzled.

Who could be behind the door, Bolsanaro? Some other political asshat, Brad Pitt here for a scout location, Dua Lipa on a quick holiday?

It was only her fatigue and sudden wish to be home that gave her the will to hit her knuckles upon the door.

She checked her watch, it was 11, surely the person inside wouldn't be to pissed at being disturbed.

Pissed wasn't the condition of the man who opened the door, bedraggled in a louche, sensual way was more accurate.

Sylvia felt her mouth go dry.

His hair looked like 100 hands had been raked through it, his lips looked swollen and reddened from affection and his shirt was non existent.

His briefs were minor and a nearly see through white.

The major thing of note though was he was Harry Styles.

"Cono!" Sylvia blushed and quickly found a new tongue. "Sorry, sorry, I'm here for my wallet!"

"What?" He rubbed his eye, and it might have been boyishly endearing if not for her severe attraction to him, and her long standing crush.

Sylvia was a big fan.

She loved his music. She'd seriously considered asking to stay a few more nights to catch his concert, but it hadn't fit in with her husband's work  schedule.

Sylvia shook her head and closed her eyes to find the right words to explain, her tongue tangled over the translation that usually came second nature between her brain and her mouth. She took a breath. "I'm sorry, let me try to explain. I need to come in. I was staying in this room last night, and I left my wallet in the bedside table. I sent my family on ahead, they must be headed to Miami by now, because I'll need it for the week, so I was hoping to get into your room to check. I'm sorry to be an imposition, but May I look?"

"You want to check out my drawers?" He dimpled, clearly waking up enough to find some cheek.

Drawers? That was slang for..

Sylvia's eyes dropped to his, underpants, for just a second. "Um, yes. Im so sorry to disturb you Mr. Styles."

His eyes opened a little, maybe because she had admitted to recognizing him, and he looked

Down, where her eyes had jsut been, and said. "You've seen me almost naked, I think you can call me Harry." And he stepped back to allow her in.

Well, Sylvia thought, this was the most in the flesh time she'd seen him naked, but she'd seen more of him in photo shoots. She shook those

Recollections from her head and thanked him going straight for the bedroom, pointedly not looking at the rumpled bedding he slept in, let alone sitting on it to rifle through the bedside table.

"!Gloria!" She exclaimed when she located her monogrammed pocketbook and opened it. She squeezed it to her chest when she found all her cash and cards including her Florida driver's license in place.

"Good news then?" Harry had found a shirt she was loathe to notice and was leaning against a door frame.

She could make out the Brasil tattoo on his high thigh. His knees were a safer place to look, until she noticed the little Italian words she'd forgotten were inked there. He was so distracting, she had to get out of there.

"Yes! Thank you! So much, I'm so sorry for rudely waking you up. I should go, try to catch up to my flight. Maybe I can get out of Chile today." Her mind was already running through contingency plans if not.

"Hmmm, that's too bad, I was going to insist you come out to my show tonight as my guest, since I was rude enough to take over your room before they were even able to clear it enough to have your pocketbook at lost property."

oh!"oh!" Sylvia said. She'd love to go to his show... but "I should probably get back." She would really like to see his show. "Or at least I need to check and see if I can manage a flight even." Did he offer tickets to everyone he even slightly inconvenienced or met?

"Please, make yourself comfortable" he motioned toward the bed, but Sylvia made her way to the couch to find a seat and open her phone.

She cursed under her breath and was thankful she had a carry on with necessities.

"Any luck?" He was right on her left, over her shoulder and the back of the couch. Sylvia could feel his heat and see his tattoos, both in her mind's eye and in her periphery.

"No luck. The next flight I can get on is about this time tomorrow." She allowed her eyes to meet his.

He pursed his lips and shrugged one shoulder. "Ah well, let's call the front desk and get you a room." He came and sat next to her, his shorts riding up high, exposing his lean long thighs, to reach over and pick up the phone. "Id offer the couch, but it's become sort of the unofficial after party spot."

"I thought you went to bed early and didn't party on tour?" She may as well be wearing a t- shirt with his face on it.

He smirked knowingly and pressed down on the hotel phones hang up button. "Well, usually. But have you tried to go to bed in Chile, or anywhere in South America?"

She could feel the smile on her lips creeping yup her face despite her best efforts to control it.

"Stupid question." He laughed like a hammer trigger had been tripped and he couldn't stop the honk he made from issuing forth.

"I grew up here, so I did a fair job going to bed for 18 years or so."

"Even when you were 16-18?" he raised his perfect eyebrows at her.

"No, I suppose it was difficult to go to bed a time or two when I was around that age." Unless there was someone waiting in a bed for her.

"But, it's hard for me to go out, anywhere, but here I get..."

Mobbed, she knew, the streets could flow with people not water. It was a wonderful and wary thing. So she just nodded.

"In any case, once you get your flight sorted and a place to sleep secured, you should come to the show, for your trouble, and if you like, come back here for the after party, you know your way about the place." He nudged her shoulder smiling.

God his dimples were stunning, she was so happy to have left her wallet. This felt like the beginning of one of her fantasies about this man.

She shook that thought out of her head. That was too unlikely to entertain. Now she just had to wait until Jaime made it home to explain her predicament, and plans to make the most of it, to him."

"Well," she found herself saying two hours later. "I'm already stuck here, so I would like to see him." Naked.

She'd tried to quell the excitement in her voice when she told Roberto about Harry staying in their room, sharing the bed they'd fucked in, but he already knew. She tried to keep her slight obsession normal. To act like she was a normal fan with a normal amount of interest in a musical artist, but her Google alert and compulsive need to buy whatever magazine cover he was on betrayed her.

Her husband knew her, or at the very least shared a home with her.

"Do you have an outfit for it?" He finally asked, and she knew that was his tacit approval, and why she loved him, he knew to ask the important questions.

"Not yet, I have a back up option among my things, but" she checked her watch, she should have time.

"You're gonna go shop a bit?" He asked with a audible smile.

"Si." She laughed with him.

His laugh had always been her favorite. She was a lucky woman.

"Well, don't do to much damage, youll only wear it for a Short time."

Her mind shot to Harry taking it off her, but she couldn't imagine that's what her husband meant.

"Well, since I'm his guest, I'll need to make an impression."

"His guest? Where are you sitting?"

She wasn't sure. "His assistant is getting in touch, I don't know the details."

Even she was shocked when her phone rang and it was Harry's assistant. Apparently she was going with his small entourage to the stadium, a few hours early. She was glad her shopping had been successful and quick. Harry wasn't among those traveling to the venue, not the bands whose faces she was familiar with, they must have went much earlier for sound Check.

Rather than the nosebleeds. Or maybe the suite she had been expecting, Sylvia found herself backstage. The place was a bit like a carnival and street fair all in one. There were instruments here, food and drink there, and Harry Styles everywhere.

He encouraged her to come watch his opener with him, after he'd made her a plate and made sure to find her drink of choice.

She was a little rusty as it had been many years, but it felt like a really weird date. Since she'd arrived he'd paid her a lot of specific attention. Her eyes drifted down to her wedding ring, and he caught it, while they watched Koffee working the crowd.

"What does your husband do?" He leaned back against the speaker he was standing next to.

"He's a journalist?" It wasn't a question, but she was looking into his eyes and they were so green she was a bit overcome.

He seemed to skip over her faux pas.

"And do you work outside the home?"

"I used to, but, we have been traveling a lot and my daughter's schedule kept filling up, so lately I've just been running her from engagement to appointment." It was so much more

Complicated Than that. But she had a nice life, no one wanted to hear her complain.

His eyes narrowed for just a second, and then softened before he asked, "do you miss it?"

And she was honest, with herself even, "yea, everyday." But she knew it would be a few years before she could justify working because she wanted to.

Harry just nodded, leaned a little closer. "Need another?" He gestured to her caipirinha.

She loved them, but those things were deadly. Best to tread lightly. "Not yet."

He nodded and his hair didn't bounce the way she wished it would, bound up in his cute little clip.

She was having a lovely time, even talking about her family, her lost dreams. He seemed to be genuinely interested in hearing her talk, in fetching her drinks, in meeting her needs. There were so many people around them he could be focusing on, his job to do coming upon them as well, but she couldn't help but feel like a really good date.

It wasn't, but if it was, this would be a first date she didn't come home from. In her younger years, she would t even feel bad about it.

Jaime was her last date, and she went home from that one, but only because she knew, somehow, that soon her address and last name would be his.

Sylvia relaxed into the moment and found herself dancing side stage. The rhythms were not exactly her own, but the overlap caught her hips in a twirl. Another drink found her hands and Harry danced a little to, she taught him a step, and his hands on her hips once he picked it up all too quickly were warm at their point of contact and hot between.

He excused himself to get ready by the time she was breathless and ready for another drink or whatever else he had to offer.

That meant she shouldn't have it, and she was happy for that decision when he came onstage. She didn't want to forget this, watching her favorite current artist from an intimate location among the traveling circus he was ring master of was an experience to savor.

The light show from the fans had her holding back tears, and his beautiful cover song, one she only vauguely remembered hearing a time or two in her life, had her feelings all over her cheeks. Her fingers snatched them away along with her sense of right and wrong, even propriety.

So when Harry asked her to come to the after party at his suite, the only answer was yes.

When she called her husband to explain her predicament, she found herself passing the phone to her new found, friend.

After Harry's compliment, he'd called her incredible and congratulated her husband on his lucky match while looking in her eyes and his voice was deep and powerful enough to fill every mile between her and her family and responsibilities, she almost didn't need her husband's sanction.

She was sure Jaime had made it before the show in jest, but hearing Harry's voice say her name and talk about her in a tone that resonated between her thighs like a guitar string plucked by his expert fingers, it wasn't a joke to her anymore.

It was a prophecy.

"oh god... well, if you get the chance to fuck him you have my blessing. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity" Jaime had said, with a chuckle, but they'd been married long enough for her to hear the worry, the anxiety about her actually taking her chance. But, he'd said the words hours ago when only the invitation had been extended, when the possibility was remote, and she was just selfish enough, looking at Harry's long lean body, his tattooed arms and chest, fine boned, long fingers wrapped entirely around his caiparinha, to ignore the false note in his benediction.

If Harry came on to her, Sylvia would spread her legs willingly.

Her pussy was already throbbing at the mere thought of tracing his newly revealed muscles with her fingertips and tongue. She'd always found him beautiful, from the first time she came across his long haired self singing a vibrato she felt everywhere, but now, everything about him was sharpened, refined, hewn, like he'd been baked.

He looked delicious.

Sylvia was sure her pupils were blown, nipples hard, and pulse visible when Harry seemed to feel her reckless stare just after she'd disconnected the call and he'd been summoned away from her to another part of the room. His eyes caught hers and his narrowed for just a second, he breathed out his nose and cleared his throat, she saw it happen, before he let his eyes drop to her mouth, breasts, lower. She didn't avert her stare, and his answering smirk tightened her lower belly along with her resolve.

She was going to fuck Harry Styles and do it with no compunction or inhibition. She'd only have him for one night.

Sylvia intend to milk it, the experience, the fantasy, his cock, for all it was worth.

Once her decision was made, she'd decided to put away any guilt about it, she began nursing her drinks, she'd be damned if she'd forget this whole night, one second of it.

Across the room, for the next hour or so as the party thinned and thinned, she and Harry would catch each others eye, share a smile or smoldering glance.

He seemed as resolved as she was.

When the party had dwindled to just 5 or so people, Harry and herself included, Sylvia nearly didn't noticec she'd been teaching one of the last remaining ladies the skirt flounces of the marinera to the reaggaeton beat the party had settled into. Her dress was really to short for it, but she could feel Harry's eyes on her thighs, so the flashes of her thong, wet down the middle whether he could see or not, and the cool air on her bare ass every once in a while fueled her

Fire.

She'd just decided to have a bit of water, walking away still laughing with her dance partner who remained on the makeshift dance floor, when Harry slipped behind her, his body heat immediately quieted her giggles while her cheeks warmed. He smelled so good, she almost leaned her head back on his chest to get a whiff, and remembered her promise to herself for the night, to take this all the way and do it like it wasn't their first time, but instead like it was their only.

So she lay her head back on his rounded chest and tilted her chin just enough to take a healthy whiff.

His arm slipped around her waist quickly, behind the small bar where she'd gone to find the water. Luckily the low wall was enough to block their lower bodies. He pressed himself against her and murmured, "did you just smell me?"

Sylvia's eyes looked up though her lashes quickly, "yes." She whispered back, letting her alcohol tinged breath waft over his perfect pink mouth.

He bit his lip then, pressed his warm firm erection against her ass and said, "hmmm, do you need a night cap?"

Sylvia shook her head, she was more than ready to get drunk on him. "No, but I'd like to drink you in, if you'd like."

He closed his eyes briefly and nodded, "Head on into my bedroom while I get rid of everybody, ok?"

She appreciated the bid for consent, though since their eye contact earlier, both of their intentions here had been transparent.

Sylvia wasn't in the bedroom long, just long enough to find herself at the window, looking out at the cityscape she herself had enjoyed from this room for several days.

She heard the door close, a shotgun to her races, and would have turned to him, had he not taken both of her hands and pressed her palms to the glass, her whole body compressed between him, hot and hard behind her and the cool glass igniting her front.

"Harry!" She moaned.

"Get used to saying that." He groaned out, nipping at her jaw, nudging with his nose to gain access to her neck. On a shiver, she turned her head enough to catch his eye. "Give me your mouth." His lips tingled against Hers and she obeyed. Her pout met his, and the edges of her consciousness blurred, between the sensations of his warm body, full lips and wet tongue, she was panting. "Are you sure?" He asked. "What about your husband?"

She really thought she'd covered this, she'd "jokingly" mentioned backstage at the venue that he was her hall Pass and her husband had given the green light not two hours before.

Sylvia turned in his arms, "hall pass, yes?" He looked a little unsure, so she slipped her hands up his chest, caressing the sides of his neck, and into the ends of his curly hair. When his eyes closed, she knew she had him. "I don't see anybody here but you and I." His eyes fluttered open and Sylvia gave a tug to his thick locks.

They didn't close but they darkened.

His eyelids did fall when he buttoned their lips together. She knew her eyes had gotten heavy with his gravity too. The simple lip locks were lovely, but when his tongue slithered out to wet her lips, she felt an accompanying swelling in her panties.

She loved slippery kisses. Her mouth opened to him and welcomed his sliding, slipping muscle. The kiss was promising. If he set her to tingling like this from minor contact...

When he reached beneath her ass and lifted her effortlessly onto his hips her head fell back. His mouth moved to her neck and she lost herself to the sensation until he dropped her into the bed, she might have bounced had his body not caught her reverb. He pressed her back just a bit and deepened the kiss he'd initiated as soon as he reconnected their lips.

"Mmm" he gave her the sexiest set of dimples, "what do you like?" His hand came up, his thumb twitching back and forth over the nipple pressing through the thin material of her dress.

She liked that. Her moan might have been enough, but she was thinking he need words. "I'm thinking I'll like anything you do to me." It was true, he turned her on just being him.

His lips pursed, "well then," his voice was low and dark, he pinched her nipple this time and she lost her breath. "That's better. What do you love?"

God, what did she love? Should she be super honest? Her hand came up over his on her tit and gave it a strong squeeze. He got the mesage, copying her pressure and was a quick study when her took over.

"What else?" He asked those words against her mouth. And started licking her neck.

"I like sucking and bites on my neck." He immediately switched his game up. "I prefer hands to mouth on my tits." He pinched her nipple at that. "But, you're welcome to suck them if that's what you like. He pulled a tip out and licked it, when he bit she, "Harry!"

"What else?" Her dress was unwrapped at that. His fingers coasted down her stomach and played with the edges of her panties while he ran his mouth down.

"I've always wanted to know what that mouth could do." That was an understatement. She'd fantasized about that too many times to count.

He smiled and picked her legs up, kissing one thigh and biting the other before licking right over where her panties had darkened. "You like to be given head?" He nudged her panties out of the way and took a whiff, groaning while she panted.

"Fuck, yes!"

"How do you like it?" He nosed at her clit.

"I like licking." He obliged and her head fell back. Top to tail, his head worked and her fingers dove into his hair to direct him. His tongue hooked under her hood and caught the bead of pleasure there on each upswing. It had her writhing. He sucked on the point of pleasure he'd found. "Not so hard there." Sylvia cautioned. He licked around her labia and she shivered.

"What else?"

"When you suck, open your mouth more, vacuum like, and lick too." When he complied she nearly lost it, his hand came around her thighs to the bowl of her pelvis and held her down.

"If you keep going, I'm gonna come." She warned.

He looked up, mouth wet with her, slippery with spit and arousal. "Yeah? good!" He was just about to go back at it when she decided to ask for the fantasy playing in her head.

"Can I ride your face?" Fuck, she hadn't done that since, well before she got married. And the idea of looking down at that head and those lips and swiping his beautiful nose like a credit card could have got her off alone.

He made a sound in his throat, slid her panties down her legs with her assitance, and picked her up by her hips, sliding her up the bed and reversing their position, placing her right over his open mouth all in one motion.

Fuck!

"Be my guest.." he let the words blow against her clit and she gulped before pulling her lips apart to sit her clit on his waiting tongue. She got a rhythm going, riding his slick muscle from her sensitive quivering hole to where he labia gathered. She wanted to feel his tongue farther back.

She wanted his fingers there, well, everywhere. She grabbed his hand from beside him and brought it through the bottom of her legs and pressed his hand to her vaginal opening. He slipped two in and pressed against her front wall, finding the textured spot and hooking his fingers forward immediately. "Yes! Now suck." She put her clit right in his mouth squirming when he resumed his work from earlier.

When his thumb brushed her asshole she moaned louder. "Yeah?"

"You can play with me back there." She loved a little finger play and tongue there. He licked his fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head, when he decided just to put his mouth there to really get it wet, she knew she was done for. And so with his mouth open, tight, and working on her clit, his finger against her g spot and his thumb in her back openings it took little riding for her to begin to quiver and pulse.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed along with his name and he pulled his hand free to hold her up when her legs could support her anymore. He licked her through until the aftershocks turned i to to much or not enough. She rolled off his glistening face. "Now you." She yanked him up and got his shirt off and pants open and down. He kicked them away.

"God yes!" She swallowed at his swollen, beautiful dick.

He rubbed it against her swollen lips as she went onto all fours to receive this communion. But before she did, she thought she'd extend him the same wonder he'd given her.

"What do you like?"

He giggled a bit, so becautiful above her, happy and pulsing with need. "I like a little tease, and deep throating. Maybe a little face fucking, but whatever you're comfortable with."

"Yes, to all of that. But, you're bigger than anybody, least since I've known what I'm doing. I'll tap your thigh if I need to breath?"

He nodded and she responded by licking around his top before getting a grip On him and licking from the seam of his very tight sack along the thick ridge up the bottom of his fluted head. He leaked a pearl of precum then and she was torn between licking it or swirling it around, she decided to do both. Spreading his taste around before she took the end of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around before flicking her it over his head again. He was so hard his fore skin had retracted and she slid it up and over the mushroom a couple times before taking him in to the hilt. She gave herself a few passes before she took a big breath, lay out her tongue and took him to the back of their throat, she relaxed then and pressed it through her tonsils, she held and swallowed, her nose in his groomed thatch.

Sylvia did this three more times, looking up on the last one to make eye contact.

"Ready?" He strained out. She nodded around her mouth full. He pumped in and started shallowly fucking her mouth politely if there was such a thing. He reached over her back and started to play with her wet Pussy then. It was a nice distraction for when he stopped being polite and put some force into his thrusts. She eventually had to tap out and pulled off gasping for breath.

"Cmere,!" He pulled his fingers out of her and when he had her standing on her knees face to face with him he smeared them over her swollen lips before kissing her deeply, rapacious tongue and a little teeth. "I can't decide whether to come in your mouth or get to fucking you."

Sylvia felt herself pulse.

"I want to taste you. If you finish in my mouth, how long until we can fuck?" God, his tongue had loosened Hers.

"Not long, I'm sure there's something else I can come up with to do to you while we wait." He smirked and licked into her lips once more before gently pressing her mouth back to his dick. This time he kept his hand on the back of her head and she opened wide to take him deep and swallowed around him until he filled her throat. She coated her tongue with his spunk for just a second, savoring the moment to commit his flavor to memory.

His hand fitted around her fragile throat like an egg and rose her mouth up to his for a kiss, full tongue to share their mingled flavors before grabbing the inside of her thighs, flipping her onto the mattress, her back meeting the bed with a bounce. That was a move but before she could swoon over it he was talking, "Flip over and move your hair to the side."

God, she liked when he gave orders too. Her long hair fit in the crease of her arm against her torso. She squealed when he opened her knees and pressed down on her low back. Her pussy was exposed to the air and she was so sensitive she could feel the change, it made her clench.

"Oh, you're a needy one." She guessed he'd seen her bodies' talk.

Harry kissed over her back and ran his fingers up and down her from her shoulders to her ass and down to her ankles even tickling her instep. On the way up, he stayed on the lane up her thigh and her moans must have been a green light for him when he reached the center of her body, perched up for access, he played on her wetness and spread it up and over her clit, the rubs there had her writhing but the pinch and slap drew his name.

"I like that." He said and she decided to be a little more liberal with screaming out his name, she'd need to get it out of her system before she went home.

His fingers coasted up and two fitted into her body, reaching up and forward. Several strokes had her turning, twisting and murmuring into the pillow she grabbed to bury her face into. A quick slap to her ass and a command to "let me hear you!" Left just her hands clutching the full fabric. He prodded and rubbed until she felt herself balloon inside, god it had been ages since she came like that. Right when she was ready to burst, he lifted her hips enough to slide his head under her, kept up the pressure and applied the flat of his tongue under her clitoral hood over her button and pulsed it against her until the friction and his fingers had her yanking her hips up when the ballon popped. She looked down at him, saw her pleasure running down his face like tears into the hair at his temples and slid her body down his torso. She reached back to be sure he'd been right about his cock getting hard again before she even caught her breath. She was hungry for more, invigorated by his expertise.

He was so hard in her hand, she had to look back to see it. His pulse beat into the head of his dick and was the red of his well used lips.

"Fuck!" She breathed. "Condom, I need to feel that inside me."

He was catching his breath from smothering between her thighs still. "The bedside." She grabbed the gold foil and scooted her wet core leaving a trail of moisture down to his thighs. Sylvia stroked over him a couple times, revealing and hiding the flute of his head a couple times.

"Please!" Harry begged from above her. She'd have to tease with him more during round two.

The condom rolled on, and she lifted herself, Harry instantly brought his hands to her hips, after spitting into his fingers and smearing it over the skinned tip of him.

Sylvia hovered over him and eased herself over the top of him, appreviteing the Audible pop of him as the head made its way through the ring of muscle at her entrance. "Fuck!" They both moaned and grinned at each other. Because the sensation was so pleasing, she backed off and came back over him twice more before easing her way inch by inch down until her thighs met his pelvis.

Her head fell back onto her trapezius and she rolled it side to side before grinding herself back and forth until she opened and it felt wet enough for her to begin riding him at a bounce. She got her legs under her and braced herself with his proffered hand for balance.

"Aw fuck!" Harry said while watching himself appear and disappear within her. She kept up her gallop until she had to hold her horses to stop the burning of her thighs.

Harry sat up at that and braced her at her sacrum, Sylvia swirled her hips against him before putting her hands behind her and pressing through her heels where they were placed behind her. Riding him from base to tip with a circular motion until he was groaning and he was sweating. Once he was sufficiently out of his mind and babbling, she started drawing him most of the way out before powering her hips down to bottom him out.

"Fuck, stop, I'm not ready to come." He said. Lifting her by the neck to his mouth, their lips meeting before their tongues met. "You feel si fucking good, love how filthy you are. It's too much."

"Feel free to get another taste if you need a break."Sylvia raised her eyebrow. "If you like dicked pussy that is."

"My favorite, specially when we're sharing a dick." He breathed.

Sylvia exhaled. Fuck, how was she supposed to be satisfied with tonight if he said shit like that, gave her ideas like that.

Before she could respond though, Harry had pulled out and was liking, sucking, and vacuuming her up. This time when she came, it was calmer, like her body knew this was just a break.

Before she'd caught her breath, he had his dick at her mouth, thighs spread at her chest. "Get me wet."

She took him deep, the preliminaries just previews, and the climax was nigh. She spit on him for good measure before he slid back to lift her legs together, knees up and ankles over his shoulders. He slipped in quick and found a hard deep cadence that hit all her spots.

Sylvia was cursing in Spanish and Harry was begging for more. "Knew when you started speaking Spanish, I'd been doing something right."

When he slid his hands to her ankles and extended them, kissing her ankles before guiding both legs to one side before resuming his heavy long stroke, she lost all words.

It only took a few more strokes before he was groaning. "Come with me!"

His command, her bodies pleasure. "Harry!" It became a chant through her convulsions and he only pushed through her pulsing muscles twice more before he lost his rhythm and gripped her hip so hard she was sure she'd have bruises over his stuttering "uh-uh-uh"

His body collapsed over her and she caressed his back and into his hair until he raised his head and smiled at her. "Shower?"

God his dimples were so beautiful bracketing his gorgeous mouth, even with a sheen of sweat all over him.

She could not wait to see him really wet in the shower. She intended to fuck him until the moment she'd miss her plane if she didn't stop.

She'd make the most of it- it was one night only.