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"Can you believe after today, there is just five months until graduation, Goldie? Five months left before we never have to fight for parking in Jefferson or cross our fingers we didn't get Ferguson as our thesis mentor?" Harry chuckled over the phone, a smile instantly playing on my pink lips. That's what it did. His laugh. Turned on all the stars with his crescent moon smile.

"You mean five months until you leave me to fend for myself? Glad you're so enthusiastic about it, H." I pout, finishing up the charcuterie spread I had been working on for the past couple hours.

"D, you know I'm dreading that above anything else. Who else is going to judge people with me over an afternoon coffee? No one understands afternoon coffees like you."

I pushed off the kitchen counter, turning to walk over to the dining room table, sitting down, "I guess."

Everyday that felt like a personal countdown to adventure for Harry felt like a countdown to loneliness for me. It wasn't that I didn't have friends, I had plenty; taking in the giant city rental we would be using to countdown the new year only proved it. Still, they weren't Harry. They weren't my best friend. They weren't my everyday life line.

They weren't the man I had been deeply, painfully in love with for four years now.

"Look, tonight, we will get beyond drunk. We will eat our grapes under the table, we will jump in the giant indoor pool at midnight and wash away the stress of senior year. I need you to forget that I'm going anywhere come the new year. Let's just have the best time, okay?" He said over the phone, I inhaled, holding my breath, slowly letting out as Leigh and Olive walked in the door, waving around bags of alcohol.

"Okay, I gotta go, thing one and thing two just got here, gotta finish setting up." I said and he laughed.

"Five bucks on Leigh knocking out before midnight." He said at the same time I whispered it to him, each of us cracking up.

"Is that dimples? Tell him to leave you alone, it's girl time before he gets here and you ignore us the rest of the night." Olive said, my eyes rolling.

"Bye Harry, the girls are testy." I giggled a bit before he said bye again, and we hung up. I looked down at my phone, biting my lip as Leigh walked over, placing bottles of vodka on the table.

"Tell him." She said, her weight falling to her left hip. I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced up at her, my eyes drifting to Olive then back to Leigh.

"Tell him what exactly?" I said, my chest tight as I filled with confusion.

"That you're in love with him and always have been and you want seven kids with him and a big house wi—..."

"—Woah! I do not love him!" I cut off Olive who slammed the fridge door shut, giving me a face of unamusement.

"Goldie, baby....everyone knows. I mean everyone. Even the north wing cleaning lady our freshman year knew," Olive said, walking over, standing behind me and wrapping her arms around my neck, "He's leaving, D. For three years...as of now. What if he stays? What if he me—.."

"— stop, stop I get it. Okay. I get it. You think I don't think about it? But what if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same. Then we spend the last five months together with him being awkward as fuck. No thank you." I said, gently pushing Olive off of me and getting up. I walked over to the charcuterie spread, picking up leftover cheese and meat packages, moving to throw them away.

"Can you all handle the decorations? Imma go rest a bit before we have to get ready." I smiled small, both of them nodding as I moved out of the kitchen and into the giant living room to the master suite I knew I would even be sharing with Harry tonight.

I closed the door and locked it, moving to the bed and letting myself fall on it face first, screaming into the mattress hoping it was muffled enough no one would bother me.

Harry's POV

"You're bringing Taylor? Harry, you can't be serious. You realize you are going to shatter D into a million pieces right?" Zayn said, as I held up two different shirts in front of me.

"What are you even talking about? Goldie, if anything will make her feel welcomed, join us on a drunken night." I turned over my shoulder at him, raising both my eyebrows.

"You're so daft, Styles. Honestly. We all know Goldie loves you. And you love her, you damn idiot. Did you not hear her disappointment on the phone? Tonight for her is about you two, and you're bringing a girl?" Zayn said, suddenly my throat was tightening. I cleared it, turning away from him and furrowing my eyebrows as I looked in the mirror.

"She doesn't love me like that, Zayn. It's not like that with her. Even if it was, I'm not risking it," I closed my eyes, shaking my head that I was even letting him get to me.

"You... and her actually, are both idiots. You're both in love with each other and are going to leave here filled with stupid regret and I'm over trying to get you to see it," He said, shrugging and walking out of my room. I rolled my lip into my mouth, biting it before throwing my shirts on the bed.

"Fucks sake," I called out, throwing my head back. When my head rolled back straight, my eyes landed on the photo on my desk. Goldie and I at her sorority formal last year before she dropped. I swallowed, wondering if maybe Zayn was right.

—

I entered the sorority house watching as other couples met, taking photos and admiring each other's outfits. I rolled my eyes thankful Blondie was over this life. It wasn't her, didn't suit her. She was too kind. Too caring to ever fit in with the people she called her supposed sisters.

"So you do own a suit?" I heard a voice say from above me, my eyes moving to the stairs as Blondie made her way down them. I felt my jaw drop slightly, pressing my lips together as I swallowed. Sitting on her body was a sparkly black dress, one long sleeve, one bare shoulder. Her long blonde hair draped down her body. She was beautiful, breathtaking really. My best friend, the only girl that could get me in a stupid suit at a stupid sorority formal.

The fact Goldie was her name fit her better than I think her parents ever imagined. She was golden.

Making the rest of her way over to me, I grabbed her hand, spinning her around in a small circle. She giggled as I pulled her towards me, "You, are the prettiest girl ever to be in Sigma Kappa, shame they are losing their only true asset." I whispered as the back of her hand hit my chest.

"H, shut. No one knows yet and I would like to enjoy this last formal as my money went towards it." She glared at me a bit and all I could do was poke her nose as her demeanor softened.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's enjoy the night, at least the food is good." I shrugged, pulling out my phone and turning on the camera, "Alright, let's be like everyone else and show off how cute we are." I snapped photos of us, being as silly as possible before we started loading into giant charter buses taking us to the unknown location.

Once we arrived, we ate and drank with everyone else; keeping up appearances and interacting with the few girls that were actually nice to my Goldie. By the time the dancing started, I was in my own world with her, nothing else really mattered other than making sure my best friend was having the time of her life.

At one point, the drinks were starting to create an overall haze on the night. Goldie's body felt heavy against mine, her hips rolling so that her ass pushed against me, my prick fighting the blood flow she was beckoning with her movements. Her scent seemed to be the only thing my sense could pick up, cherry vanilla dreams as my nose found itself trailing her neck.

Her breath was rigid as my hands explored her waistline, fingers digging into the fleshy feel of her hips through her dress. The way her hips rolled, placed my dick perfectly between her ass, hard as ever and I couldn't find it in my drunken haze to care. She was my best friend, but she was also insanely perfect. Sexy beyond what my imagination could have ever hoped for. I wasn't blind and I wasn't an idiot. I also suddenly was ignoring any bit of logic that normally stopped me from crossing a line with her. My lips grazed her skin softly, her hips slowing slightly in their movement as I did. My lips puckered softly against her skin as the music began to slow, pulling us both out of the haze. My eyes skimmed the room, as couples began turning to face each other, wrapping up in each other as they moved to the slow music.

Goldie pulled away, slowly turning to face me, her face almost unsure as to what her next move should be. I swallowed, my hand reaching for her waist, pulling her against me, my hard cock pressing against her though making my cheeks redden in embarrassment. Her giggle made a chuckle escape my own, her hands relaxing around my neck.

"You seem to have invited a third member to this dance, H." She teased, her chocolate brown eyes searching my green.

"I think he was called over by you D, you seemed to be drawing him out in your direction," I raised an eyebrow with a tilt of my head and she shrugged innocently.

"No idea what you could possibly be referring to."

We moved to the soft flow of the music, silence surrounding us as her forehead pressing into my chin, her soft breath hitting against my neck. My fingers traced a soft up and down pattern along her back, playing with the ends of her hair whenever I came in contact with them. Her fingers massed the nape of my neck gently, tugging softly at the curls that rested there.

I could have stayed there, in her cherry vanilla heaven, layered in golden dust of magic; but the music picked up. Everyone cheered as they broke out into dance, jumping to the EDM music that slowly picked up until the beat dropped. She pulled away from me, her eyes searching mine again before looking down and over her shoulder.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom, grab me some water?" She said and I nodded, watching a look of confusion flash quickly across her before she nodded, turning and walking away. I watched her walk away, I watched her and my feet had sudden aches to follow her. To grab her and tell her I knew what she felt right then and there. That I had felt that confusion everyday since freshman year. To tell her I also felt confused on what lines I could and wanted to blur with her.

But I didn't. I turned to the bar to grab us each a water.

Blondie's POV

I looked myself over in the mirror, fisting and unfisting my hands to fight the sweaty palms that kept happening. All afternoon into the early evening my mind had been racing with Olive and Leigh's statements all circling into my current decision.

I was going to tell Harry how I felt. I was going to finally hand him my heart on a damn gold platter for his taking.

If he even wanted it.

I sighed, pulling up my black strapless dress, small pieces of silver sequins drawing eyes to my supple chest, a beautiful jeweled necklace sitting around my neck. I looked nice, I knew I did, and I couldn't wait for Harry's eyes to take me in, because they always told me how beautiful I looked. Even if the words never left his mouth.

Turning to exit the room, I opened the door to chatter and music coming from down the hall, people slowly starting to fill up the giant house. I took a deep breath, plastering a smile on my face, hiding the nerves that were slowly eating away at me. My eyes scanned the room until I found Leigh and Olive, my feet caring me quickly in their direction. They both looked at me wide-eyed, Olive clapping at my arrival, taking my hand and spinning me.

"Very well done, very well done," she said, making me roll my eyes as I took in my best friends dressed in glitter and sequins to the tens.

"And look at you both! I'm blinded!" I exclaimed as Leigh handed me a shot.

"All I'm saying is, if we don't get laid tonight, I've lost hope in all men," we all laughed, Olive picking up a shot which we all quickly cheersed and threw down our throats.

Vodka, yuck.

I scrunched up my nose, shaking my face as I looked over the room. Still no Harry, and I would lie if I said it wasn't driving me insane. I brought my attention back to Leigh and Olive as they carried on with their usual back and forth. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but half of what they said escaped me as quickly as the words left their lips.

Eventually we moved our way into the party, greeting, mingling and dancing whenever a good song on the playlist came on. I was three shots in when the door finally opened, Zayn and Niall walking in and my heart flew up in my throat knowing Harry would soon follow behind. My lips parted, my mouth drying from the breath he took away from me. He was wearing a tweed jacket black pants , with a white low cut tank tucked in underneath. The cross pendant I gave him for his first birthday we spent together sitting perfectly on his hair peppered chest.

I couldn't seem to catch my breath, but it was no longer at the mere sight of him. It was at the way I watched his hand wrap around the slim waist of a tall blonde. It was the way she smirked at him, eyes traveling down as she placed her slim fingers on the cross pendant that I felt belonged to me.

"Baby!" I was snapped out of the slow motion vortex I entered as Leigh squealed, running over and clinging on to Zayn, kissing as Niall pretended to gag next to them. He spotted Olive, blushing almost instantly, their greeting much more quiet as he kissed her cheek, holding her gently.

I swallowed, looking around desperately for a way to avoid what I knew was coming next, but Harry's arms wrapping around my waist and picking me up in an embrace ruined any plan of running.

"Blondie Michaels, that is way too much cleavage for a lady," he said, placing me down and kissing my forehead. I smiled, licking my lips and shrugging.

"Call me the town whore, I'll embrace it," I shrugged, my eyes flicking quickly to the woman behind him then back to his perfect lilypad eyes.

"Never that, you look beautiful, D. I um, I wanna introduce you to someone," he turned to the blonde, calling her over as I swallowed, "Goldie, this is Taylor, Taylor this is my best friend Goldie, or D for short."

I held out my hand, which was met with clear distaste and weak hold, "Pleasure." She spoke, pressing her lips into a tight forced smile.

My hand fell back down to my side, my entire night shifting into a direction I hadn't spent the past few hours mapping out in my head. I needed another drink, or three. My eyes quickly moved to find Leigh's already on mind, and without further explanation she was moving over to me and linking our arms.

"If you'll excuse me, Miss Michaels owes me another shot," we smiled, pulling away from the situation and I was thankful when she directed me towards my bedroom instead of the bar. Footsteps followed, Zayn soon joining my other side and wrapping his arm around both of us.

"I told him not to bring her," Zayn said as we entered the room, my lip caught between the tight grip of my teeth.

"Is he fucking dumb? Or on something. He has to be on something," Leigh said towards Zayn as I paced back and forth in front of the vanity.

"No, just a bloody idiot. But to be fair, they both are," Zayn said, I stopped walking instantly, my head snapping in his direction.

"I'm not an idiot, Zayn. I would never bring a date...not on an night like tonight." I said sternly, my breath making chest inflate, unsure how to breathe it out properly without crying. I felt the warmth of my eyes, tears slowly spilling as I reached up to wipe them away.

"Hey, hey, D, I'm sorry...I know you ain't...I'm just saying, you bo—.."

"— I was going to tell him tonight." I breathed out quietly, a soft sob coming from me. I inhaled sharply through my nose, tossing my head back to try and stop the path my tears wanted to fall on.

"You what?" Leigh exclaimed, quickly in front of me, gripping my arms, "Babe, look at me."

I swallowed my cry, looking down at Leigh's eyes and shrugging, "Obviously this is deeply one sided and for the best. I feel less of an idiot now than I would have as I handed him over my heart and he let it drop." I moved from her grip, clearing my throat, "Let's go. We only have a couple hours until the New Year, I'm not wasting it on tears."

I pushed past them, hearing their calls for my name, but all I saw was red. Red anger, red hurt, red disappointment. I was a menace the rest of the night, drinking more than I planned, avoiding Harry at all costs. Our interactions were short, yet his eyes seemed to linger on me the more I ignored him. They were burning my skin with their gaze and I thrived in it. I knew it was driving it insane and I was happy that it was.

He glared softly at me everytime I ignored Taylor, acting like she was invisible. Serving shots got everyone but forgetting hers. Asking her to take group photos but always forgetting to switch so she could be included. I was becoming the person I hated being around. I was becoming a replica of my ex sorority sister as they froze me out of the chapter.

But I was hurting, my heart slowly falling and shattering into pieces along the floor of this part; it was stepped on and demolished further as time went by.

"D," I heard his voice behind me as I made myself another vodka cran.

"Hmm?" I barely muttered out, taking a long sip of my drink, turning in his direction. We weren't alone for long, Taylor coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

His brows furrowed as his eyes searched mine, he was angry, I could tell by the way his lips pursed, "Nothing."

"Great," I pressed my lips into a smile, brushing past them, my shoulder hitting against Taylor as I did. I downed my drink, searching the room for a distraction. Any distraction. Leigh was grinding on Zayn, his lips preoccupied with her neck, Niall and Olive finally managing to figure out they liked each other enough to sit on the back couch and make out. My eyes scanned the room landing on Louis.

My ex hook up Louis that Harry hated more than anything in the world.

My feet were dragging me in his direction before common sense could hit, before I could think of a reason why I should stop.

"Hey fucker," I smirked, throwing my hair over my left shoulder, his eyes meeting mine for a time that couldn't even be measured in comparison to how they lingered on my chest.

"Michaels, ain't this a fuckin' surprise," he smirked, bringing his bourbon to his lips.

"I'm full of them sometimes," I winked, feeling like an utter idiot as I went through the motions of what I was doing.

"I see you let the puppy if it's leash for the night. Heard Taylor's been wanting to sink her claws in for a while, can't believe she managed to get him away from you," he smirked, licking his lips, waiting on my reaction.

"Realized I hate beggars," I said nonchalantly, a chuckle slipping his lips. He moved towards me, his hand slipping around to the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. He breathed into my neck, making me swallow.

"That's cause you like to do the begging, sweets, I 'avent forgotte'," he kissed my neck, flush traveling over my face. I peeked my eyes up at him, feeling a heat grow between us, my face inching up so our lips could meet when I heard a voice so angry it rattled me from the inside.

"Goldie. Outside, now!" I heard Harry's voice boom, quickly turning to face him.

"Excuse me?" I said, my face I could feel, red hot from anger of him ordering me around after what he did.

"Woof," Louis called out behind me, earning a deep inhale from me.

Harry let out a frustrated growl, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him toward the back, I quickly broke free from his grip, pushing past him and leading the way, refusing to be handled in the manner he thought was acceptable. I didn't realize how fast I was moving until he called out for me.

"Slow the fuck down! Goldie fucking stop!"

"What he fuck do you want from me, Harry? What do you want?" I said my voice raising, every bit of composure I had managed to fake slowly starting to leave me.

"I want to know what the fuck your problem is with me tonight? Why you're being such a fucking....such a —..."

"— what? Bitch? Say it, Harry. Say it like you have any balls left." I yelled back.

"Yes, D, you're being a fucking bitch to me and to Taylor. She hasn't done fucking done anything to you. For fucks sake, all I did was walk through the door ready to spend my last New Year's Eve with my best friend for a while...."

I scoffed, pulling at my hair, "Oh you're so,...and how did you plan on doing that? One hand around my waist and the other around hers? Dancing sandwiched between two blondes, oh I bet you like that idea. Now what happened at midnight in your little fantasy? Huh? You kissed her and then got some second hand high from me? Huh? God I feel like such a fucking idiot! A damn idiot!" I cried, slowly losing my mind, losing my ability to remember that I wasn't supposed to break in front of him. I couldn't fight the tears anymore.

"Hey, hey, hey...." His voice softened so quickly, his hands gripping on my arms to stabilize me, "D, baby D, come on, talk to me, please I'm going insane here."

I shook my head, trying to break from him stumbling back, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist holding me up, "Goldie, please."

"I...I was going to...I...." I cried, my gaze meeting his, through fuzzy tear filled eyes I swallowed, "You. You're the problem. You are your beautiful chestnut curls and lily pad eyes. God, I love you, you damn idiot. Why did you walk in here with her? Why her and not me? Wh—..." I was interrupted by his lips finding mine, finding a rhythm that was so messy, so needy for the next beat.

He broke away from me, pressing his forehead into mine, heavy breaths coming from both of us, "You are an idiot," he chuckled, "but so am I; because I've been in love with you since the moment I met you. And I'm sorry. I couldn't face what tonight meant. I couldn't face my true feelings, so I invited Taylor. I felt like if I directed what I wished tonight was to her instead of you, it would hurt less when I left. It would hurt less to never have called you mine."

I swallowed hard, shaking my head, "No, I've always been yours. And you've always been mine. I...I can't have you leave without knowing that," I took in his soft expression, the tears now forming in his eyes and my lips quickly met his again. Hands gripping at skin that felt so right. That seemed to mold into each other so perfectly.

"Come here," he whispered against my lips, hand linking with mine as he led me down to the boathouse near the lake. He moved quickly, pushing open the door and leading me inside. I watched as he jumped into the small sailing boat, holding his hand out to me as I climbed in behind him. He laid us down on the tarp that protected the boat, his fingers tangling into my hair.

Our kisses were now opened mouth, tongue finding each other in a tangled mess, skimming along the roofs of each. My hands slipped under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, he shimmed out of it as I untucked his tank, I wanted him in every way, and after four years I wasn't wasting any time.

"Help me, Harry. Please," I begged in a whiny voice. Louis was right, I loved begging, but only because I knew the result. He groaned, into my mouth, breaking the kiss to quickly undo his pants, my fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt and slipping it off of him. His fingers moved to my dress once his pants were off, reaching around to unzip me, fingers tugging my dress down, lips soon meeting my chest, hands pushing my tits together so that he could get his mouthful of both.

I moaned in pleasure, my head knocking back, mind lost in the idea that this was finally happening. Every dirty dream and fantasy I had of him was coming to life.

"I've dreamed about this, D. I've dreamed about what cherry vanilla tasted like, and god baby it tastes like a damn dream," he bit into my skin, making me arch into him, our skin creating a delicious friction.

"You haven't even had your mouthful yet, H," I whispered, my eyes locking with his as my hand squeezed between us, my fingers moving down my body, lifting my dress and moving into the band of my thong. I was greeted by a pool of arousal that started just for him, bringing it back up, gently pushing it into his mouth, "This is how it actually tastes."

My whispers were met with his eyes rolling back as his lips closed around my fingers, licking and sucking them clean. I pulled them out as his lips popped on release.

"Bloody fucking hell, Goldie Michaels, I'm about to fucking bust," he breathed, making a chuckle escape me. He smirked, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, as his hands pushed my dress up, releasing my lip to push my dress over my head. His eyes traveled down my body, his pupils seemed to dilate as he went, a hunger behind them soon finding their way back to mine.

"You know what I think about often? I thought about it just today actually. Your formal, that dance floor," he inhaled sharply, his hand pressing down on my hip, dragging his fingers back into my ass, kneading at it, "The way your hips pushed into me, the way I could have slipped that dress up to your waist, fit right in," he swallowed, his voice a low grumble almost. His hand pulled back, smacking my ass before kneading the pain away.

My heart raced in my chest, remembering that night, the way it was ruined just as his lips pressed into my neck, just as he was doing now. He sucked on my skin in between each kiss, up to my jawline. I whined as he ran his nose softly along it, "I would have let you. Welcomed it."

I pushed my hips forward, pressing him slightly flat, lowering onto his bare, hard cock. I adjusted myself so I could press my cunt down along his shaft, grinding it up and down his length. He reached down, moving my thong to the side, letting my wet cunt fully meet him.

"Were you as ready for me as you are now? So sweet, and wet without me even doing much?" He whispered into my ear, his thumb pressing down on my clit, making my hips jolt forward, his other hand gripping at my hip, helping me continue my movements on him.

"Mmm, mhm. Harry, I think my cunt's always been ready for you. I think it was made for you," I licked my lips, glancing down at him, then to the mess I was making, "Look at how much it cries for you, begs you to fill me up. Fill me up Harry, please."

"I have other things I need to tend to first, Goldie," He smirked, flipping us over so I was on my back, his body shifting between my legs. He placed a hand on either side of my hips, fingers looping around the band of my underwear, yanking them off me and throwing them to the side. He placed my left leg on his shoulder, kissing a path down my calf, down to under my knee and back around to my inner thigh, letting it bend over his shoulder. His nose trailed a path up to my belly button and back down, ending his journey with a soft kiss on my clit. Chills crept over my stomach as he continued to tease me, hitting it softly with his nose, moving it from side to side along it.

I heard myself whine, my legs squirming as he moved to tighten his grip on my hips, keeping me in place. He was making me feel frustrated, more than I already was feeling, "Harry, please..."

"Please what, baby D, you never had a problem with words. Why now?" He said against my cunt, his warm breath making my thigh clench.

"I need your face between my legs, please." I begged, completely whiny, completely about to lose my mind.

"It's already between your legs, you have to be more specific. I'm an idiot, remember?" He cooed, his fingers digging further into my hips, his nose dragging a bit of arousal up my stomach.

"Tell me how good cherry vanilla tastes, H. Remind yourself how good it tastes," I moaned out, shoving his face back against my cunt. I could feel the smile on his lips as he began lapping at my wet center. His tongue pushing flat against my middle, curling in a manner that shouldn't be allowed by any human being. He sucked on my swollen clit, creating a fountain of curse words from me as he did.

"Fu-uck, Harry, god..." I moaned, my fingers tangling into his hair, pulling at the roots causing him to groan against me.

Harry's POV

I was in fucking heaven, I felt like i was literally in the act of physically fucking heaven. She tasted so sweet on my tongue, her juices covering my chin as they dripped down her cunt that desperately wanted me. I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at her, her face a lovely shade of red that I had never seen on her cheeks. I took my hand, slowly moving a finger inside of her, feeling her walls pulse against them, my prick hard at the idea of her cunt squeezing itself around it in the same manner. I curled my finger forward, my digits searching for her soft center, her soft pleasure point that I knew I found by her delicious mewls. She was so whiny and needy and I couldn't get enough.

Biting at her inner thighs as I slipped in another digit, curling them more and more as I pulled them in and out of her, "Imagine taking my cock with that cunt, you take my fingers so well, I can't imagine you wrapped around me, fuck, D."

I slipped another finger in, three fingers fucking her as she palmed at her own breast, twisting her nipples and adding to her own pleasure. I knew she wasn't shy, I knew how sexual my best friend could be, but it had never been for me.

"Harry...I am so close...please don–dont, fuck yes...," she cried out, her legs starting to tremble, my lips quickly adding suction to her clit, helping her get where she wanted quicker. Her hand hit the side of the boat, gripping at the tarp as she came, her juices spilling out for me, giving me my last meal of the year. I pulled my fingers out of her, licking at her opening, pushing my tongue in and lapping up everything she gave. Her legs lazily relaxed around me, I pushed up her body, kissing along the scars from past incidents that told her own story. That made her my Goldie.

"Open, baby D, lemme show you how good you taste," I said, pressing my fingers to her lower lip as she opened her mouth; my three fingers slipped in, pushing down on her tongue, a soft gag coming from her before, my lips kissing along her jaw, "Mmm, fucking good girl."

I dragged my fingers out of her mouth, down her neck, choking her softly, "Tell me what you want now, it's all about you tonight, only you."

"Fuck me," she gasped.

"Mmm, I don't know if you really want it..." I teased, my hand moving to my cock, slowly fucking my fist as I watched her squirm under my hold.

"Fuck your love into me, Harry Styles. Fuck me so good I can't stop confessing my love to you. Please. Please, for your good girl," she said, so sweetly and whiny it was so dirty. I positioned both her legs on my shoulders, lining myself up and slipping inside her, bottoming out, her nails digging into my bare back, dragging down as I held my position, not moving, not giving her anything other than the feeling of being completely filled by me. Her head knocked back, a gasp escaped her that never seemed to return.

She pulled my face down to hers as it tossed forward, whimpering against our kiss, her chest heavy with her breath as I slowly pulled out, pushing all the way in again, "God you take me so...fucking...good," I gasped with each thrust, she was squeezing me so well. I placed my hands on either side of her, using them as leverage to lift higher, her legs wrapping around me letting me know I was hitting her G spot. Knowing I wasn't missing it, not even once.

She broke the kiss, clinging onto me and kissing my neck, biting at my skin, moaning into it as I found my face, her walls fluttering around me. She was milking me for everything I was worthy and I didn't know how I hadn't seen her bright light sooner. How I didn't realize how my Goldie was just that, mine.

I pushed up and away from her, locking eyes with her pretty brown eyes, smiling as I took in her beauty, her sweetness, the sly smile appearing on her face. I slowed my strokes, carefully moving her legs off my shoulders, I wanted to be close to her, I wanted to press into her. I lowered my body, placing my arms on either side of her head.

"I love you, my Goldie girl. My baby D. You feel that, feel how much I love you?" I said with each thrust, my left arm moving down over her shoulder, down to her breast, cupping it, kneading it, twisting at her perfectly perked up nipple.

She moaned, nodding softly, her hands traveling over my body, "I do, H. God, i love you." She leaned forward, pulling my cross pendant into her mouth, wrapping it around her tongue, before releasing it, "She touched that. But it's mine, just like you, mine."

She moaned out as her hips swiveled up into me, our thrusts meeting each other blissfully. Her walls fluttered around me, letting me know how close she was.

"I am, all yours baby, fuck, all yours," I groaned, kissing her messily, my tongue rubbing along the roof of her mouth.

"Claim me, Harry. Fill me full of you. God I wanna feel you dripping out of me, H," she whined, my hips bucking quicker. I felt the tingle build in my lower spine, my legs beginning to lose their stability, a groan building in my chest.

"Yeah, full of me, D? Is that what you would think about? Me feeling you full?" I said, my eyes hard on hers, her head nodding quickly.

"Please, H, god I need it, please," she begged. She was so damn sexy when she begged, "Ha-Harry imma, oh go-od..."

I kissed her again, thrusting as I felt her walls tighten around me, her sweet arousal covering me completely, dripping down both of us, "Fuck baby, yes.." I moaned, bottoming out as I filled her up, shooting ropes of my mess inside of her.

She whined at the feeling, whimpering and taking hold of my ass, pushing me further in her. I chuckled, pressing a kiss into her forehead, "Are you trying to seal the deal baby? Trying to keep me around?"

"Mmm, daddy Styles has a ring to it," she giggled, shuddering softly. I chuckled, catching my breath and kissing her forehead again, then her nose.

"Come with me?" I whispered.

"I already did," she giggled and I laughed, pressing a kiss into her lips. I pulled out slowly, kissing my way down her body, licking at her nipples, down her stomach. I reached her cunt, lapping up the delicious mixture of her and I, cleaning along her thighs.

"No, Goldie," I kissed her cunt, moving back up to her mouth, kissing her, letting her taste us together, "Come with me to London. I can't be without you. Not anymore."

"H..." she started and I kissed her again, deeply, meaning every bit of it.

"Just think about it."

"Okay."

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Windenburg Train Station [Restaurant + Cafe ] ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

♥ Hi guys, Today I present to you The Windenburg Train Station located in Windslar. This train station is known for it's Classical Architecture and beautiful historic interiors that has been conserved for decades. While the interior was updated with modern furniture's, the overall structure and essence of the building remains the same.

Located inside is a 5 star restaurant, "Florentine," and a café, "Stella's Cafe," where sims can dine and lounge while waiting.

The Windenburg Train Station is a multifunctional lot athat can be set as a restaurant or a Cafe. Some Spaces were left empty as I did not want to overly clutter the space with too many custom content. Feel free to decorate it!

Considering that this is a multifunctional lot, I recommend downloading LittleMsSam's Lock Door mod to lock doors in community lots. This will give you more control of the space. If you want your sims to specifically be seated inside the restaurant, I suggest locking the doors to the cafe and other parts of the building.

READ ME ♥ Please make sure to turn on bb.moveobjects on! ♥ Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ♥ Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file but please make sure to credit me. ♥ This is a huge build and is very cc heavy, so beware. I did however tried to use cc's from the same creators so it is easier to manage and download! I used alot of cc's from @felixandresims @harrie-cc @charlypancakes @pierisim and more!

SPEED BUILD VIDEO

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1:51 Speed Build

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♥ Lot Details:

Lot Name: The Windenburg Train Station

Lot size: 64x64

Location: Winslar, Windenburg

♥ MODS:

TOOL MOD by TwistedMexi

♥ CC LIST:

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, Tuds, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make downloading a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, Peacemaker, kiwisim4. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading !

Awingedllama: Boho Living, Apartment Therapy, Nostalgia Living

Sooky: Paintings (all)

Felixandre x Harrie: Baysic, Jardane, livin Rum, Orjanic, Kichen

Caiocc: Cozy Set up

Charly Pancakes: Munch, Maple & S Construction, Lighthouse Collection, Chalk, Miscellenea, Modish, Slouch

FelixAndre: Chateau, Berlin, Colonial, Florence, Gatsby, Georgian, Gothic Revival, Grove, Kyoto, London, November 2017 set, Paris, Shop the look Season 2, Florence, Berlin

Harrie: Heritage, Coastal, Brownstone, Kwatei, Octave, Shop the look, Spoons

Kaiso: Rusti.co

Kiwisim4: Blockhouse Dining

Little DicaL Countryside Cabin, Greasy Goods, Rise & Grind, Roman Holiday

Madame Ria: Basic Luxe Kitchen, Cottage Living Wallpaper addon solid colours no wood,

Mycupofcc: Maple Manor

TheCluttercat: Dandy Diary, Sunny Sundae

Myshunosun : Daria, Dawn Living, Herbalist Kitchen

Peacemaker: Hamptons, Mina Kitchen

Pierisim: Autie Vera, Coldbrew, David Apartment, Domain Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, The office, Tilable, Winter Garden

Charlypancakes x Pierisim: Precious Promises

The plumbob Tea society: Cottage Garden

mlysmakescc: Pufferhead

Surelysims: Office space

Sixam: Hotel Bedroom

Tuds: Cave, Cross, IND

Taurus Design: Angela Bedroom, Lilith Chilling Areas

Whos is Sage: SImply striking Kitchen

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「 LEARNED FROM THE MOVIES ! 」 . . . 📂

harry potter : cedric diggory

wrd count : 3.4k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . cedric is hopefully in love with [name], but had been rejected time and time again. when he learns the rom com way (rizz) to winning a person’s heart, he tries it on [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . cedric diggory & male reader

It was hopeless.

That was what Cedric repeated to himself as he laid in the mess he called a bed. It seemed that every time he tried to woo you over, you rejected him! His advances always fell flat no matter how hard he tried.

His countless confessions always ended up with you giving him an awkward smile and saying later; although, by now he knew later would never come.

A frown scorned his face at the sound of the dorm's door creaking open. Cedric turned away from the soft light that poured through the door. He didn't want anyone seeing him; the hero of hufflepuff, so defeated.

"Cedric?" The familiar, feminine tilt of the voice made Cedric turn over to see who was asking for him. There stood Cho Chang; her scarf wrapped around her neck snug with a concerned expression decorating her face.

Cedric knew why she was here, but he couldn't even bother saying anything to the girl. He was hurting too much.

Small steps rang out as they got closer to Cedric's bed until they eventually stopped. A small, gentle hand placed itself on Cedric's shoulder, "Cedric?" Cho's voice was comforting and Cedric finally looked her in the eye; eyes rimmed red.

"Oh, Cedric," Cho cooed. She had never seen Cedric so hurt, but so many rejections do take it's toll at one point. Cedric was her best friend, and to see him so depressed made her heart swell in pity. "It'll be okay. If [Name] can't see that you're an amazing guy; he's dumb.

“Besides, there's ton of other fish in the sea," Cho flashed the heartbroken boy a smile to try to cheer him up, but Cedric's frown deepened.

Cedric sat up from his laid out position, brushing Cho's hand off his shoulder, "I don't want anyone else, Cho. I love him!" Cedric ran his fingers through his mop of brunette locks, "I need him to accept my feelings. I can't live without him."

Cho nodded as she processed Cedric's words.

She knew that he wouldn't accept any other propositions about what to do if it didn't end up with you in his arms. With a purse of her lips, an idea hit her. You loved rom coms! It seemed every other week you would be watching some type of muggle rom com with a love struck look in your eyes in the Ravenclaw common room.

All she needed to do now was to teach Cedric about these romance movies, so he could learn the techniques the male leads used that won your heart!

With an ambitious glint in her dark eyes, Cho took Cedric's hands and dragged him up, ready to show him the way to your heart. As the two stormed off to the Ravenclaw dorm, preparing to go through your DVD collection, they ran into the source of this adventure; you.

Your hands planted against Cedric's chest, balancing yourself before recollecting your composure and observing the two. Cho's hair has developed a bit of frizz, and the usual perfect placement of Cedric's hair was all over the place.

"Cedric! Cho! What are you two doing?" You asked as you awkwardly moved your hands away from Cedric's hard chest to your sides.

Cedric's eyes danced your face, taking in your breathtaking features as his perfect, pink lips spread open in response; leaving his lips agape with no words leaving his mouth. You had that charming yet awkward smile that usually occupied your face, and Cedric's mind had drawn a blank on the excuse he had thought of.

In luck, Cho was able to cover for Cedric who was staring at you, gaping like a fish, "We were actually looking for you!" A grimace placed itself on your face as you remembered how a few hours earlier you had rejected Cedric, and figured that that was the reason they wanted to see you. You turned to the boy with an apologetic expression, "I'm really sorry about earlier. We're good, right?" Cedric nodded dumbly before Cho cut into the conversation,

"Actually, Cedric, here is taking muggle studies, and he is doing a project on muggle movies! I always see you watching them in the common room and thought you might help him!"

Oh!" You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, "Well, I feel kinda stupid now, but, yeah, I can let you borrow some of my movies." You began to waltz off to the dorm as Cho gave Cedric a first pump from behind your back.

Cedric didn't return the enthusiasm; his attention being transfixed on the warmth your hands had left on his robes from the two of you running into each other.

The Ravenclaw dorm hadn't changed from the last time Cedric went in there to hang out with Cho. Everything had stayed the same. Cedric inhaled; getting wafted by the smell of candles, books, and ink. It smelt like you. You disappeared into the boy's dorm before coming out will a tall, leaning stack of DVDs. As you stepped forward toward the pair, the DVDS wobbled, and Cedric rushed to catch them. The tip of his fingers brushed against yours as they leaned against his chest. He sent you a cheesy smile, "That was a close one."

You nodded in agreement and moved to set the stack of movies on the tabletop. Cedric dawned a small frown at the feeling of your fingers leaving his, but quickly covered it when you turned back around to the two, "Well, here's my collection! What kind of movies are you looking for?”

Cedric stayed silent until Cho elbowed him, "Ow!" He gritted his teeth as he held his hip in pain, "Uh, Romance movies?"

Your eyes practically sparkled at the mention as you smiled like a just won the lottery and quickly sprung into a ramble, “I love romance movies! Everybody makes fun of me for liking them as much as I do with me being a guy and all, but who says guys can't like romance movies? They're always like, 'That's gay; and I'm like, 'Guess what? I am, so fuck off; but still, it is so exhausting." The glow in your eyes died down as you remembered the interaction which Cedric took immediate notice to. He placed his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, "Well, if you ever want some company or someone to talk to about romance movies; l'm here."

Your eyes softened and the sparkle in your eye came back. You couldn't help but feel bad for never giving Cedric a chance. Sure, he was every students' dream guy with his tall, muscular body, dreamy eyes, and perfect, honeycomb eyes, but you didn't know him enough to ever consider him as a romantic option. The voice in your head that had so far been screaming at you to get away from Cedric was quiet, and you couldn't help but start to understand why everyone loved Cedric.

Cho stood to the side as she watched the two of you gaze into each others eyes like the other had hung the moon and smiled to herself. Her job here was down, and she turned away with lithe steps in the direction of the girls dorm room; planning to tell all her friends about her matchmaker activities with Hufflepuffs' golden boy and Ravenclaws' certified filmbro.

Cedric caught Cho's departure in his peripheral vision and tried to fight the urge drag her back.

What kind of wingwoman ditches mid-seduction? Your gaze followed to where Cedric's was glaring at and found that Cho had left, "Oh, Cho left. Did she have to go somewhere?"

Cedric forced a smile as he cursed at Cho internally, "Yeah, had a... thing to do in the library." You nodded and turned to your pile, trying to brush off the feelings that had overcame you while looking in Cedric's eyes.

Said boy was peering over your shoulder as you separated the movies into two piles. His brows furrowed trying to figure out how you were deciding which one you were giving him, and how he would manage to make you fall for him with them. He tapped your shoulder, "How are you separating them?"

"I'm giving you my favorite romance movies," you pointed at the huge stack, "That's all of my movies including the ones l'm giving you, so I gotta sort them out." Cedric nodded his head but wanted to keep talking to you, "Which ones are your favorites? I want to hear your thoughts on them for my project." He would pat himself on the shoulder if he could. That was one good lie.

You could feel yourself about to spring off into a ramble and scolded yourself internally. Most people shunned you for your rambles, but for some reason you couldn’t quite place, you felt comfortable enough with Cedric to let go of your embarrassment about rambling, “Well, that’s a tough question,” you chuckled nervously, “I would say 10 Things I Hate About You, The Notebook, and Flipped.”

Your fingers clenched the new found DVD of 10 Things I Hate About You, “This one is just so fun to watch, you know? My favorite scene is when the main guy, Patrick, is singing infront of everyone during her soccer practice just to apologize to her. It’s so sweet.”

Cedric felt himself fall for you even more as your eyes glowed with love, “That’s what I love about romance movies! The guys are always so devoted to proving their love. In The Notebook, he writes her a love letter everyday for a year.”

You spun around back to your collection, scouring for the other two movies. Your hand grasped the DVD for Flipped and you handed it to Cedric, “In this one, he plants a tree for her because the one she loved got cut down.” Your hands filtered through the pile as you searched for The Notebook before finally finding it, “Well, that’s all of them. I hope your project does well.”

Cedric traced the spine of the movies as he nodded nervously but with a goal set in place in his heart. If he could show you that he loved you by doing those things, you might just finally accept his feelings. He gave you a quick, "Thank you" before leaving you and preparing for the journey up ahead.

╰┈➤

It had taken a few try's but Cedric had figured out how to play the movies you had given him. He sat in-front of the movie that was starting with a journal and pencil in hand. The first movie was, The Notebook; and Cedric was ultra-focused on it. He remembered how you spoke so highly of the letters Noah had written Allie, and looked at the crisp, lined-sheet of paper. The quill that rested in between his fingers felt like a testament to his love for you. All he had to do know was write you something that would take your breath away.

Cedric's quill danced along the paper in swirls and loops as cursive took over the page. He wanted to make the letter look nice for you. His fingers were clenching the quill so hard to the point pain shot out of his finger tips. Cedric ignored the pain in his fingers as his letter neared to an end.

Cedric's fingers burned red as he dropped the quill onto his bed. His eyes scanned the now finished letter over and over; trying to guarantee it was perfect before he sent it off to you. With a pleased smile, Cedric set off to the owlery for you to open the letter tomorrow during breakfast.

And before he knew it, breakfast had arrived.

Cedric's eyes were latched onto you as he played around with the food on his plate anxiously. Cho sat next to you, sparing glances at Cedric every so often. Cedric had told Cho about what would happen during breakfast, and she was scouting your reaction for him.

The owls swept into the dining hall in unison, and Cedric felt his chest swell with anxiety. It wasn't exactly anonymous with the timing of it all, and knowing your brains, it wouldn't be difficult for you to figure out it was Cedric who wrote the letter; in fact, it wouldn't be difficult at all.

Your owl dropped the rolled up piece of paper onto your empty plate as it flew over your head.

Cedric had tied the paper together with a [favorite color] ribbon for more appeal, and so he could pin point that it was his letter you were opening.

He watched as your fingers delicately untied the ribbon. The letter unraveled and you began to read the heartfelt words pour out onto the paper:

"Dear [Name],

There are many things I would like to say to you, but there's only so much room on a piece of paper. That doesn't mean I didn't try though!

You are everything I have ever wanted and so much more.

Whether it's your smile or your sense of humor or your desire to please everyone around you; you have made me fall for you. And trust me when I say; I fell hard.

I didn't know what loving someone meant until I met you. I've had crushes in the past, but none of them have made me feel the way you do. You make me feel like I'm the greatest wizard in the world, and I will never be able to thank you enough for that.

I'm running out of paper, so l'll make this quick:

I love you.

Always yours..

Your eyes lifted off the paper and flickered to where Cedric sat. It was a quick glance, but it made Cedric's heart race in an emotion between hopefulness and nervousness he couldn't quite discern.

Cho's squeals rang in your ears as your mind raced. Of course you knew it was Cedric who had written the letter. The timing couldn't have been a coincidence, yet that feeling of refusal that usually swept through you when Cedric made his advances wasn't there this time. It shocked you, but you couldn't ignore the blossoming feeling in your heart.

You were falling for Cedric Diggory.

Your eyes flickered back to where the boy sat at the Hufflepuff table. Cedric was gazing at you with that look in his eyes he usually held when he confessed his feelings for you, and you couldn't help the soft, tight lipped smile that stretched across your face at the sight.

If this meant what you thought it did than you were more than enthusiastic for what was to come.

╰┈➤

Game day was always nerve-wracking for Cedric. The whole of Hufflepuff depended on him to make them proud, but today only one person's opinion mattered to him; yours.

The second movie you had given him was 10 Things I Hate About You, and now it was time for him to recreate the iconic scene you said you loved.

The mic shook in his hand as he waltzed out onto the stands. Everyone was there with rumors spreading about Cedric doing something special, and Cho had guaranteed you were there too. With a shaky breath, Cedric walked out onto the stadium as the steady instrumental of 'Can't Take My Eyes Off of You' began to play.

He closed his eyes as the words of the song poured out of his mouth. Cedric was by no means a good singer, but if this is what it took to get you in his arms, he would sing for the rest of his life. Cheers followed his movements as he pointed at where you sat. You were covering your face with your hand, but your eyes were crinkled in joy.

The words flowed out easier as Cedric's eyes stayed focused on you instead of the hoard of students watching him. His movements became more relaxed as he danced around on the stadium's seats before sitting among the crowds as the chorus came to an end. Cheers drowned out the stadium hurting both your and Cedric's ears. Cho pushed your hand away from your face revealing the big toothy grin that had taken over the lower half of your face. It was the happiest Cedric had ever seen you before and he mirrored your smile.

Teachers were rushing toward where Cedric sat amongst the crowd, but he could've cared less for the scowls on their faces and the strides they took toward him. Stage 2 was a success, and Cedric couldn't help the tsunami of hope washing over him that after stage 3, you would finally be his boyfriend after all these years of trying.

Unbeknownst to Cedric, his hope wasn't too far off. The letters he had been sending you since that day in the great hall sat under your bed in a beautifully decorated box you had made specifically for them, and your face held a certain warmth as you watched the teachers pull the boy by his arms away from the crowd.

You were in love with Cedric Diggory.

╰┈➤

The wind blew in your hair as you stood in the middle of the green, newly-cut grass field behind Hogwarts. In the letter you had been given today from a certain Hufflepuff boy, a riddle had directed you to where you now stood. Suspicions of what could be going on had racked your brain since you received today's letter from Cedric. The third movie you had given Cedric was Flipped, and if he continued his current pattern, he would be planting a tree right here for you.

Your fingers twitched against your leg as you searched the area for Cedric. You considered yourself a patient person, but at the moment, all the patience you once had was gone.

To your relief, Cedric was walking toward you; his fist clenched by his side. A seed rested in his palm. He had taken the proper precautions for planting the seed earlier before your letter was delivered, and now was the time.

The sound of footsteps coming toward you caused you to turn around. Cedric walked toward you as you waved at him with a dorky smile, "Hi."

"Hi." Cedric cleared his throat awkwardly, catching your attention, "| guess you already know why I'm here, but, uh, here I am anyways.

And I'm sure you already know what is going on His voice shook as he continued, "I have loved you since the moment I saw you, and I know you wouldn't let me show it, but I couldn't let that stop me. I know that in the past you've rejected me and you might now, but I need to do this."

You nodded as Cedric opened his fist to reveal the dark, small seed that rested against his palm, "| want to be with you. I want to keep writing love letters to you, and doing embarrassing things just to make you smile even if it means I get detention. If- if you'd like that, please take this seed."

Your eyes fell onto the seed as your hand reached out to take it, “I'd like that. I'd like that a a lot actually.” You took the seed out of his hand; examining it, "I must say, Diggory, you really know how to win a guy's heart."

Cedric laughed as he took you in his arms relief taking over him, "I learned from the best."

"True." you added with a small giggle, "I do want my movies back though."

"No way." Cedric joked as he shook his head, "| like them too much now to give them back."

"Don't press your luck, Diggory. l've rejected you before, and I can reject you again" You playfully glared at the boy who was just grinning at you as giddy as ever, "Okay! Fine! We can share."

Cedric smiled against the top of your head as daydreams of laying with you took over his mind while the two of you watched one of your many rom coms.

"We really should plant this tree now." you whispered.

"Yeah, we should"

The two of you separated away from the hug as you bent down to the freshly dug hole in the ground. Cedric's hand cupped yours as you placed the seed into the hole, his fingers interlocking with yours, "I love you"

"I love you too."

Cedric couldn't help but kiss you like he had dreamed of doing all these years. It was as heavenly as he had imagined, and couldn't help but thank the movies that had helped him win you over and into his arms.

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teenidlegirl · 25 days

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

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ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you wake up in a random bed and dressed in an oversized shirt. turns out you are in miguel’s penthouse. you demand some answers about what happened. however, he says some things he shouldn't have said.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, heartbreak (sorry not sorry), swearing, mentions of drowning, mentions of near-death experiences, miguel being an asshole

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softness awakes you, engulfing your body in a delicious comfort. the sunlight shines down your on form, like a warm blanket. slowly opening your eyes, you’re greeted by the warm light of the sun through the window, no curtains to block it. you blink a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight. once your eyes adjust, you look around your surroundings. you find yourself in a bed, not your bed. this is not your room; not your home. you take a moment to stretch, arching your back and stretching your arms, soft kitten moans escaping your lips. damn that was a good stretch. slowly sitting up on the bed, you find daisy on the floor softly barking and wagging her small poofy tail in excitement. oh how you miss your furry baby. before you jump out of bed, you quickly glance down at your clothes. a plain white shirt.

wait — this isn’t your shirt.

you slowly get out of bed, rubbing your eyes. as you stand up, you glance down at the white shirt again and your mouth drops open.

holy shit — the shirt is huge on you. it reaches down to your knees and the sleeves are so loose on your shoulders. it looks like a nightgown. looking down further, you seem to be wearing a pair of white socks that goes up to your calves.

whose clothes are these?

whose home are you in?

so many questions plagued your mind. scooping up daisy and carrying her in your arms, you walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway. there’s no pictures or wall decor, only blank white walls. two voices come from the end of the hallway. walking down the hallway and entering the living room, you find a tall man clad in a white long sleeve sweater and gray sweats standing in the middle of the room. you recognize that muscular back any day.

“uhhh boss, you got a visitor.” lyla nods her head at you before vanishing.

miguel swiftly turns around, meeting your gaze. “oh you’re awake, oh gracias a dios.” he walks up to you but leaves some space in between.

“uh yeah.” you clean your throat awkwardly. “quick question, where the hell am i?” you quirk a brow.

“my penthouse.”

your brows raised in surprise. “your penthouse? goddamn. okay, richie rich.” a chuckle escapes your lips, glancing around the living room in amazement.

miguel rolls his eyes, taking another step closer. “how’re you feeling? did you sleep okay?” he rushed out, hint of concern in his tone.

“uh yeah, actually. probably one of the best naps i’ve ever taken.” you chuckle, gently petting daisy’s head. “what the hell happened last night?” you knew something happened in order for you to end up in miguel’s penthouse. yes, you do remember him and the gang rescuing you but your mind went blank afterwards. you really want answers.

miguel stares at you dumbfounded. “are you serious? you don’t remember anything?” he sounds genuinely shocked, or even confused a bit.

“oh well — i remember you and the others rescuing me. kicked harry’s and doc ock’s asses but i don’t remember anything else after that.” you shrug awkwardly but answer truthfully.

you got the sense something serious happened by the way miguel was looking at you with those wide eyes, like he was in disbelief by your words. it made you feel a bit anxious. what the hell happened last night? was it that bad or something?

a sad sigh escaped his plump lips as he ran a hand through his dark chocolate locks, the other hand resting on his waist.

oh you didn’t like that look. that definitely meant something bad happened.

“miguel, what happened?” you sounded desperate, taking a step closer towards him.

he turns away from you. hands rested on his waist, head hanging low. “you couldn’t listen, could you? always so damn stubborn.” he mumbled.

you frown at that. “what?…”

“why couldn’t you just listen to me?” he mumbles on, still looking away from you.

why is he saying these things? did you do something bad? it confuses the hell out of you. sure, you are a stubborn person but not stupid. these mumble words were starting to piss you off since he isn’t answering the damn question.

you take another step forward. “miguel, what the hell happened?!”

“YOU ALMOST DIED!”

he finally turns around. crimson eyes boring into yours. canines and claws peeking out. chest heaving rapidly and hands balled into fists at his sides.

that look reminded you the first time he looked at you like that when you accidentally snooped through his private files in his office. the sight terrified you, this time not really but startled you a bit. it just naturally happens when he get angry or frustrated.

“what?…” you look at him confusingly, almost in disbelief at his shocking answer.

“you almost drowned!” miguel threw his hands in the air out of frustration. “you almost drowned, don’t you understand that?! of course not because you’re so fucking stubborn! you should have just listened to me when i told you to leave but no! you never listen to me and almost got yourself killed!”

for once, you were speechless. all you could do was stare at him with wide eyes. poor daisy was shivering in your arms, softly whining.

almost drowned? oh fuck.

it was that bad.

he lets out a sad sigh at the lack of your response. miguel runs a hand through his hair again, shoulders slumped. he knows lashing out at you is wrong, considering the last time he did that and things went to shit afterwards. he needs to tell you everything.

“after we took them down, harry activated one of his grenades and threw it at us. i rushed out to you but the whole place blew up before i could even reach you. then, you got knocked out by one of the pillars and you fell into the lake. i went after and saved you. when i did, you didn’t wake up…” miguel meets your gaze for a moment then looks back down, feeling anxious at the horrible memory. “you… you just laid there… not moving or breathing for two minutes. two fucking minutes. the worst two minutes of my fucking life.” he rubs the temples of his forehead with a hand, calming himself to not lash out again. “then you finally did.” he brings down his hand to his side. “but then you passed out. so i took you back here, changed you into warm clothes and carefully placed you in my bed so you could rest. i stayed up all night to make sure you were okay.”

you remain speechless, or perhaps enthralled by the last part. he took care of you? changed you out of your drenched dress and into his own clothes? slept in his own damn bed? stayed up all night just to see if you were okay? your heart fucking melted. suddenly, your eyes began to feel moist but you held it back. you can't cry right now.

“i…” you don’t even know what to say, too speechless and enthralled by his actions. the first thing that popped in your mind was expressing your gratitude. “thank you… for all of this…” you gesture at your (his) shirt and his bedroom. “i’m grateful…”

you were too shy to look at him. when you do, your eyes meet for a second before miguel looks away. he turns around again, his muscular back to you. the sight makes you sigh, slightly annoyed.

“what?” you push, annoyance laced in your tone.

you’re only met with silence. it’s clear there was more and miguel is just being difficult. you just wait, folding your arms over your chest.

“this can’t happen anymore…”

you look at him in confusion. “what?”

his shoulders slumped as a sad sigh escapes him, clenching his fists. “whatever… this is, it’s over.”

anxiety starts kicking in, adrenaline flowing through your veins. “what the hell are you talking about?”

miguel turns to face you, those ruby irises present. “this!” he gestures at the space between you two. “whatever this is, it’s done! it’s over.”

you stand there dumbfounded. heart pounding in your chest, anxiety consuming your body. a thin layer of water began forming in your eyes. “what?”

he flinched at your voice crack, making his heart ache. “you need to forget about me. forget about everything about us.”

you frown. “what the fuck are you talking about? what do you mean ‘forget about you’?”

“we can’t be friends anymore, or whatever the hell we were. this is done.” miguel states firmly, but deep down inside he was hurting. he knew this would hurt you both, break both your hearts.

but he has to do this.

he has to keep you away from the down side of him.

your vision turns glossy as tears threaten to spill. your heart breaks, anxiety at its peak. he can’t be serious. he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? he wants you to forget him? and he forgets you?

what the fuck?

“why?” your voice cracks, a mix of upset and anger.

“because you’ll get hurt!” miguel exclaims and you went silent. “you’ll always be in danger because of me! look what happened! you were kidnapped and almost fucking drowned because of me!”

a single tear drop from your eyes trails down your cheek and miguel’s heart cracks.

“this is why i don’t get close with anyone! because they always get hurt, or worse, killed!” his chest heaves. “i should never have met you.” oh fuck that slipped out his mouth and instantly regret it. his eyes widen in realization, looking at you but he knew those words hurt you by that heartbroken look. oh he fucked up again and he hates himself. he hates the hurt look in your eyes all because of him.

that’s when your heart breaks.

in simple terms, he wants you out of his life.

to fuck off.

more tears spill from your eyes and you don’t even bother to wipe them, allowing them to fall freely. you can’t even look at him anymore now that he wants you out of his life. then, the sorrow turns into anger. very slowly and intimating, you finally look up at him but with anger in your eyes. that made miguel shit his pants, an unpleasant shiver his spine. that was the first time he witnessed anger in you.

“fine.”

without giving him a chance to speak, you storm back into his bedroom, leaving a confused miguel in the living room. not even five minutes, you return but wearing your black dress that was drenched from yesterday’s attack as daisy follows you. supposedly he washed and dried it while you were asleep; how generous but that doesn’t get rid of the frustration flowing through your veins at this moment. miguel watches you walk towards the front door without sharing a glance at him before stopping in front of it.

“since you want me out of your fucking life, i don’t need this shit.” you take off the watch he gave you and throw it on the floor, shattering into pieces. without looking back at him, you grab daisy again and walk out the door, slammed it on your way out, leaving him speechless and heartbroken.

the minute the door closed, miguel fell down to his knees and broke down.

he fucked up for the second time.

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Not Just For Christmas

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During the run up to Christmas 2022 I challenged myself to write a fic every single day up til Christmas Day and shock to all of us, I actually completed that. I never in a million years thought the Harry and Y/N I created for that daily series would be so well received and appreciated that there would be demand for a permanent universe for our Christmas couple.

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Valentine’s Day Fic 2023. Vince the dog goes to the boarders for two nights while hopeless romantic Harry whisks Y/N off to Paris to celebrate Valentine’s Day in the city of love

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The Guest Bathroom*

Summary: Harry doesn't like it when he sees a guy flirting with you or the way you flirt back so he teaches you a lesson in the guest bathroom, and it's the type of lesson only Harry can teach you

1.8k words

Warning: Stepdad!harry, dark!harry, inappropriate relationship between stepdad and stepdaughter, smut, unprotected sex, cheating, breeding kink, DDlg kink, degradation, spanking, choking, spitting, face slapping

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You made cupcakes for the party your neighbors were throwing. They invited your household and a few others from down the street so it was quite the crowd.

Your mom brought two bottles of wine and Harry carried a six pack of beer. You were greeted at the door by Mrs. Kline. Once inside there was music, people crowded in the kitchen with glasses of wine, and a backyard with even more people.

You grabbed one of the beers Harry carried over and went into the backyard. This house was quite similar to your own. From the interior layout to the pool in the backyard. You hadn’t thought to bring a swimsuit but a few people were in the pool.

You took in the scene and found a familiar set of eyes on you already.

“Hey!!” Mazie waved and smiled at you as you walked her way.

“Hey! Do you live in the area?” You asked her. You went to the same university as Mazie and it was a surprise to see her in your neighbor’s backyard.

“Yeah, my family just moved a few blocks from here a couple of months ago but we’ve known the Kline's for years. You?” She answered.

You nod, “Yeah, just live across the street. This is the only place I’ve ever lived, other than the dorm at school of course.”

You and Mazie continued talking and sat near the pool dipping your legs in.

After a bit of time others joined you, including a cute guy who sat right next to you. He was obviously hitting on you and you didn’t mind it.

Harry, of course did mind. He couldn’t lose control and make a scene in front of everyone, especially with your mom around, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and the scrawny asshole who kept leaning into you and whispering in your ear. He watched as you put your hand on his forearm and laughed at something he said.

So it should have come as no surprise to you when Harry was suddenly behind you, leaning over you and speaking into your ear, “Follow me.” He didn’t wait for you to stand, he just began to walk away toward the house.

You quickly got up to follow him. You knew he might be upset about the guy who was flirting with you, but why shouldn’t you be able to flirt?

When you walked into the house and through the kitchen, it was still packed with people. Harry was standing near the hallway waiting for you with dark eyes, and anger on his face.

You looked around and didn’t find your mom anywhere as you walked to where Harry stood. He grabbed your wrist and quickly pulled you into the hallway and led you through the door of what appeared to be a sparsely decorated spare bedroom and into the en-suite bathroom.

Locking the door behind him he quickly turned to face you and shoved you into the sink counter. He was hasty in getting your jean shorts off as he spoke quietly, “You better prepare yourself for getting your ass beat and your cunt ripped in half after that display Fucking brat.” He removed your panties to the floor.

With your bottom half bare, Harry pulled you with him as he sat down on the edge of the tub and had you lay over his lap.

“Harry! Wait! Why?!” You played dumb. You knew what he was pissed about.

He grasped your chin in his hand, drawing your face to look at him, “Fucking dirty slut, throwing herself at some limp dick shithead. What? Did you think he was gonna take you into this bathroom and fuck you like I could? Hmmm?” Harry was jealous. He wouldn't admit it outright, but the truth was there. It was clear he didn't like you talking to anyone else. His possessiveness was something you liked.

You scoffed and tried to respond but Harry let go of your chin and popped your cheek with his palm in warning. This meant he didn’t want you to talk back or else he’d slap you harder. You shut your mouth immediately.

Harry shoved your head down and angled your ass upward as he began to issue you a series of smacks to each cheek, progressively getting harder.

You moaned and began to tear up. The thing about getting spanked was that it felt good but it hurt too, enough to cause you to tear up. And Harry spanked you a lot, so your tears were normal to him at this point.

“Look at that… my little slut gets all wet when Daddy spanks her for being naughty. Like when you’re ass is all red and sore?”

You groaned as Harry continued landing his wide palm over your soft flesh. When your ass grew numb from all the stimulation Harry grasped you to move off of him, and while keeping hold of you he moved you to the sink and had you bend over it.

You were feeling woozy from all the bum swats as well from the way Harry angled you with your head dangling while you were over his lap.

You could hear him removing his belt and undoing his pants. You turned to take a look at him, and his eyes were on your bottom where he was holding his thick cock, lining it up to the opening of your cunt.

Suddenly he looked up at you and pushed in. Both of you moaned, mouths parted, eyes locked. With your head still turned to him behind you, your hands flat on the counter in front of you, he began rolling his hips, thrusting into your cunt forcefully.

You gasped sharply as Harry began fucking into you harder.

"This is what whores get when they act out." Harry grunted as he thrusted. His cock felt extra hard today for some reason. He was repeatedly entering you and then backing out almost to his tip, just to slam back in. You yelped at the pinch you felt inside.

Harry grasped your neck and turned you so you were forced to look forward and into the mirror where you could see him behind you fucking you, his palm around your throat. He lifted you so you were stood up right and at this angle you could see him entering you through the mirror, his shiny cock, plunging deep into your pink, swollen pussy, dripping down your thighs with how needy you were for him.

"See that? Only Daddy gets to do this to you. Gets to fuck you like this, or any other way. No one else. Understood?" He growled into your ear lowly.

He punched himself up into you, over and over again and it felt like you were being catapulted into another dimension. He began thrusting so hard you felt the way his balls hit your pussy with a slap.

You tried to speak but it was hard because Harry didn't let up, "Yes! Daddy!" You gasped and tried to finish what you were going to say but it became impossible with how hard he was fucking you and how tight his grip on your throat was.

"Now, rub that little pussy like a good girl so you can come on my cock, feel what it's like when you get fucked by someone who knows what you want." He panted out. One of his hands was holding the back of your hip so you'd stay in place and you lowered a hand down to your clit as you lifted your other to hold onto his forearm at your neck.

Having your clit stimulated felt like heaven along with Harry's heavy cock pushing your insides apart. You moaned lightly, trying not to be too loud.

"That's right. Feels good, doesn't it... Fuckkk..." Harry was feeling his stomach tremble with his orgasm as it started to unravel with the feeling of your sopping cunt wrapped around him.

"So good, Daddy!" You breathed out in a high pitch sob. You closed your eyes when you felt yourself spiral and Harry used his hand at your hip to smack your thigh. You popped your eyes back open.

"Fucking keep those eyes on Daddy so you can watch the only man who can make you feel like this when you come."

You began to come with his words. You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, your mouth dropped in shock at the waves of ecstasy that took over. Harry brought his lips inward as he watched you coming and felt you pulse over his cock. He loved the feeling of fucking into your tight cunt as you were coming, loved pushing in and drawing back out over and over again as you released over him. He'd never felt anything like it.

"Fuck. Fuck... Gonna come in this tight little pussy. S'only for me. S'only mine. Your cunt is mine..." He whimpered out lowly, shaky breaths between words and suddenly he was pumping himself into you, slamming his cock deep into your hole, his come filling your insides.

When you were done, you took your fingers from your clit and leaned back over the counter with your palms flat in front of you as Harry just breathed hard behind you. You watched him as his chest heaved and his face was pink, sweat along his hair line.

He licked his lips and looked at you through the mirror before pulling out and turning you to face him. He crouched down so he was eye level with your cunt and lapped at your opening a little. You were surprised by this. Harry had never licked at your pussy after fucking you. He'd eaten you out plenty beforehand, but never this.

He stood up, his mouth full of his own come that had dripped from your pussy and he squeezed your jaw, forcing you to open up your mouth. He spit everything from his mouth into yours, still holding onto your jaw, keeping you wide open. Harry watched as you swallowed it and he smiled down at you.

"Now, you can go back out there. All fucked out and full of Daddy's come in your pussy and in your mouth and tummy now too, huh? No one's gonna be able to do what I can do. Do not forget that."

You nodded, knowing it was true, and leaned against the counter behind you as Harry pulled his pants up and straightened himself out. He helped you put your panties and your shorts back on and then pushed you to the door to leave the room, undetected by anyone at the party. No one the wiser to the way your own stepdad had just spanked and then fucked you into oblivion.

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Belongings

Chapter 2: “Waiting for you, to pull me in.”

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Idea: After performing to 70,000 people, Harry wants nothing more than to spend his night with his muse. Problem is, she isn’t technically his. (In all honesty that was supposed to be a very short fic!!? And I went overboard)

A/N: Hiya, so I went and saw Harry a couple of days ago in Edinburgh (I was also fortunate to go to Glasgow last year, but don’t worry I am not one of those people who are prepared to go to various cities across the world to see him. I just live in Scotland and luckily had the opportunity to see him twice). and OML HE IS THE MOST ADORABLE AND FITTEST MAN I HAVE EVER MET. In all honesty I have been in and out of Harry fazes as I have grown up to realise that I like too many men. But rn I am very much stuck in a Harry faze and Idc.

Warnings: toxic relationships, slow burn angst and a whole lotta tension. (This chapter is from Y/Ns POV)

Word Count: 1678

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As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the sky, Y/N eagerly prepares to open the doors of their bakery, embracing the early morning tranquility. The air is crisp, carrying a gentle breeze that whispers promises of a new day. Y/N's heart swells with anticipation and a passion for their craft, ready to share their creations with the world.

Inside the bakery, the aromas of freshly baked pastries, bread, and brewed coffee mingle harmoniously, creating an enticing symphony that awakens the senses. Y/N carefully arranges the display cases, ensuring each delectable treat is presented with care and artistic flair.

The quiet solitude of the early morning brings a sense of peace and solitude, allowing Y/N to fully immerse themselves in the tasks at hand. She measures ingredients with precision, knead dough with skillful hands, and delicately decorate pastries with a touch of artistry. The rhythmic sounds of baking, the hum of the ovens, and the occasional clatter of utensils form a comforting melody, familiar and comforting

As the doors open, a gentle chime signals the arrival of the first customers. The sleepy-eyed early risers enter, enticed by the heavenly scents that beckon them inside. Y/N greets each customer with a warm smile, their passion and dedication radiating through their interactions.

In these early morning moments, Y/N's bakery becomes a haven, a sanctuary for those seeking solace, a place to pause and savor life's simple pleasures. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the laughter and gentle conversations of patrons who have found respite within these walls.

The bakery door opens, the sound of the door ringing as she turns around to face it. Walking in was no one other than, her best friend and loyal colleague, Florence. Florence had been with Y/N since she was a teenager. Never leaving her side and constantly being someone she could talk to if ever needed.

"Good Morning, Mrs May." Florence teases, walking over and pushing Y/N into a hug. Y/N surprisingly winces at the name, unsure whether it truly fits.

William and Y/N May, that just didn't sound right. But why?She didn't know.

As Y/N's mind wanders back to that unforgettable moment, a rush of emotions floods her being. It was a day etched in her memory, the day her boyfriend knelt before her, proposing in front of her parents, enveloping her world in a whirlwind of surprise, confusion and overwhelming joy.

She recalls the scene vividly, the soft glow of candlelight casting an ethereal ambiance as they gathered for what she believed to be an ordinary family dinner. The air crackled with anticipation, though Y/N remained blissfully unaware of the imminent life-altering question that would be asked.

Her boyfriend's nervous smile, a blend of excitement and vulnerability, sent a wave of warmth cascading through her heart. As he took her hand, locking eyes with an unwavering devotion, time seemed to stand still.

Y/N's parents, beaming with pride and anticipation, added to the weight of the moment. Their eyes brimmed with tears, a testament to the love and support they had witnessed between Y/N and her partner. But in that suspended moment, when her boyfriend's words of love and commitment hung in the air, Y/N found herself grappling for a response. Her mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions-surprise, happiness, and an overwhelming sense of the magnitude of the decision before her.

Speechless, she stood there, caught between the rush of her beating heart and the depth of her love for him. Time stretched, seemingly infinite, as she searched for the right words to express the profound emotions swirling within her.

In the end, words failed her. Yet, the gleam in her eyes and the joy that radiated from her smile conveyed a resounding

"yes." It was in that unspoken exchange, that sacred silence, that their shared understanding and connection found its voice.

"I bought you a coffee and some flowers as like a gift, for finally getting engaged!" She continued handing over a caramel latte. Y/N's favourite. Y/N smiled and thanked her placing the flowers into a vace on the counter hecide the till.

“Your being too nice Flo-"

"What's that supposed to mean-"

"Flo, I know you. You don't do things like that without a price-" Y/N laughs before cracking an egg in a bowl. Florence walks next to one of the lockers before placing an apron over her head and tying her hair up in a bun.

"Hey! You make me sound like such a bad friend. Why can't u just do something nice for an engaged women? Who I have been friends with since a was two...”

"Your not. You know I love you. But I also know you too well-what is it?" Y/N asks, taking her eyes of the bowl and focusing on her blonde hair friend. Who had begin to smirk profusely.

"Well, I was wondering-"

"Yes?"

“Could I be your bridesmaid? It's just, I know I will obviously be at the wedding but - I want to be a part of the wedding."

"Flo - of course you can. I was going to ask if you wanted to be my Maid of honour."

"Wait - honestly!" Florence shrieks, before hugging yIn tightly.

Beyond her physical attributes, Florence possessed an infectious spirit that radiates joy and positivity. Her laughter fills the air, brightening any room she enters, while her quick wit and sharp intellect make conversations with her an absolute delight. She has a natural ability to make others feel seen and heard, ensuring that everyone feels valued in her presence.

"Yes. I mean Will has asked Harry to be his best man, and I really wanted you to be my maid of honour."

"I'd love to be!'

But perhaps one of Florence's most remarkable qualities is her unwavering loyalty and unwavering support for Y/N. Through the ups and downs, the triumphs and heartaches, she stands by Y/N's side as a pillar of strength. and unwavering friendship. Her genuine care and compassion for Y/N form the foundation of their bond, making her an irreplaceable force in Y/N's life.

Later on that day, as the pair were preparing on closing the bakery down for the day, Florence was in back stocking up on the butter. Whilst Y/N counted the sales scanning over the clear big deals: 24 doughnuts, 19 apple turnovers, and 30 iced buns. Those were the classics.

A tender smile graced Y/N's lips as she recalled the endearing memory of Harry's longing for her iced buns during his time on tour. It was a testament to the special bond they shared, even in the midst of a whirlwind musical journey that took him across continents.

As Harry traveled from city to city, surrounded by a plethora of options and indulgences, it was the simplicity of Y/N's iced buns that held an irresistible allure for him. The sweetness and familiarity of her homemade treats became a comforting taste of home, a connection to the warmth and love they shared. Y/N could envision the scene vividly-Harry, amidst the bustle of rehearsals and soundchecks in New York, yearning for a taste of her delectable iced buns.

The image of Mitch, his trusted companion, approaching her with a plea in his eyes, was etched in her memory.

Mitch's desperate request to have a few of Y/N's iced buns sent overseas spoke volumes about the power of her culinary creations in soothing Harry's cravings and brightening his days. And, true to the magic of her baking, those carefully packaged buns made their way across the miles, bringing a smile to Harry's face and putting an end to his playful whining.

The simple act of receiving those iced buns was a reminder to Harry of the love and care Y/N poured into everything she did. It became a symbol of their connection, a small but significant thread that bridged the physical distance between them. As Y/N reflected on this memory, she felt a sense of fulfillment knowing that she had played a role in easing Harry's longing and bringing a touch of home to his far-flung adventures. It was a testament to the power of simple gestures and the profound impact they can have on the people we cherish. That memory became a reminder of the unique bond they shared, transcending time zones.

And in that remembrance, YIN's heart swelled with warmth, grateful for the moments that showcased the strength of their friendship and the undeniable spark of something more.

"What you smiling at? Good sales." Florence asked peaking from her shoulder. Y/Ns face folded coughing slightly before shaking her head.

"No-no I uh-uh. Will - he'll be sad. We've run out of doughnuts and I said I'd get him one." Y/N lied causing Florence to cry out in adoration believing that she was too cute for always thinking about Will.

Y/N's internal conflict weighed heavily on her conscience, causing a surge of frustration and self-doubt. She found herself grappling with the emotions that had stirred within her, questioning why her thoughts wandered towards Harry in a way that felt disloyal to her fiancé, Will.

The feeling of dishonesty gnawed at her, creating a sense of unease. Y/N was torn between her deep-rooted commitment to Will and the undeniable connection she felt with Harry.

She questioned herself, wondering why she had chosen to conceal her true feelings about Harry, perhaps out of fear of jeopardizing her current relationship or hurting those involved.

In truth, Y/N's reluctance to openly acknowledge her feelings for Harry stemmed from a complex web of emotions. Guilt, uncertainty, and loyalty to her fiancé all played a role in her decision to hide her inner turmoil. She didn't want to create unnecessary pain or confusion, not just for herself but also for the people she cared about.

The fear of confronting her own desires and the potential repercussions of her feelings had led her to mask her true emotions. It was a defense mechanism, a way to maintain the status quo and avoid facing the difficult choices that lay before her.

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A Yule Ball Celebration | PJM

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre/Rating: magical realism-ish, Harry Potter AU-ish (i say ish bc i took a lot of creative freedom with it), fluff, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, PG17

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: strong language, breakup,

Summary: Park Jimin shines so bright, he often brings a bit of darkness into the lives’ of the people he cares about. There’s nothing that can’t be talked about over winter holidays and a heartfelt gift tho.

A/N: Done for @hobeemin in light of @bangtansecretsantasanta HELLO BEEZY! I’m Sugarplum! I hope you enjoy this little piece and it brings a bit of warmth to you in light of this cold winter!

There is nearly nothing that Park Jimin’s presence wouldn’t alter around campus, the sole mention of his name would spark humongous interest in everyone’s eyes–not that you could really blame them for it. There was just something otherworldly and ethereal about the guy. From the perfectly timed skip in his step to the way that his cloak seemed to dance around him in thin air, the way the light caught onto his platinum locks and how his head gets thrown back as a humorous laugh catches in the back of his throat.

“Morning” the whole place opens up for him as if entranced, the melodious tone of his voice laced with the royal sentiment of the green tone in his robes, Jimin had an aura to him that made him as enticing as lethal as he was– that, you would know– being top tier in class ever since he joined Hogwarts, raised inside a pureblood family, the man was on top of his game as a Dark Arts specialist as soon as he turned 20, now, three years later, he remains as Slytherin’s favourite prefect down the line, continuing his legacy up to the college division.

Winter at Hogwarts had always proved to be on the lonely side as most students got to go home once finals were out, some of them– mostly college peers– were seen around the dormitories up until Christmas Eve when they would leave to celebrate outside the campus. You never really were one to pass the holidays outside of campus, rather preferring to enjoy the quiet and calmness that the school was able to provide during the season, even more so after your family had moved overseas and made it just a tad bit more difficult for you to visit them and be back on time for the new semester.

“Promise to call if you change your mind?” your friend says as you stand by the entrance with her, it had just started to snow that morning, painting the campus white, fairy lights decorating its entirety.

You roll your eyes at your friend’s concern laced in her words– the thought of leaving you behind during this time seemed unfathomable to her “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it”

“I’ll leave a space for you on the table!”

She’s mostly down the street, drowned out by the snow around you as you yell out a faint “Tell your mother I say hi!”

Christmas Eve remains by far the most eerily quiet day on-site– except for the ghostly party that can be heard coming from the walls– it has been years into it, enough for the kitchen to have you a special meal prepared even as the staff has left for the day, which never fails to put a smile to your face.

The heat is blaring inside the library, opposite to the starched white floor-length mirrors that peek to the gardens outside, even in the almost pitch black sky, fire crackling as background noise as you opt to facetime your mother.

“I was really hoping to see you this year-round, Y/N” there’s understanding in her voice even if her eyes get a bit glassy as she lets her facade slip when she lifts your little brother up to her hip. You really can’t blame the sentiment of hers as you watch the background from her side, your whole family gathered up, smiles on their faces as they get ready for dinner; out of the corner of your eye, you don’t fail to catch the empty seat that has been reserved for you at the table. Your brother starts to stir impatiently and your mother sparks a laugh, trying to keep it lighthearted for your sake “Especially this little guy, he’s soon to be all grown up and sent off to school!”

There’s a distinct sparkle in the kid’s eyes as he peers through the screen, grabby hands and all, babbling out barely a word that has your heart skipping a beat “Mimi! Mimi!”

Your mind instantly begins racing as your mother opts to try and change the subject– even if the mere syllable had already brought back the memories of last Christmas, a trip home with your family and the person who you had thought would be by your side for just a little longer. It was hard enough to explain to your parents that you were dating Park Jimin in the first place back when you were in high school, almost freshly dispatched to Hogwarts – a sweethearts for life type of love story, or so was the word that got around as the two of you grew stronger up to college– it was even harder to explain how seven years after, it had all ended. The news never got around to the youngest in the family– not that he would even grasp the idea of what a breakup was supposed to be.

You were different to Park Jimin in more ways than anyone could count, it was surprising how you couldn’t see the impending downfall right from the beginning. There was just something supreme and ulterior that had always seemed to move Jimin forward, opinionated and charismatic, always in the spotlight, a star that shone brightly on his own, while you remained as the moon that was set to orbit around him, a shared spark of his that pushed you into an unwelcomed limelight as his determination to keep moving forward increased.

“Well, you can’t just expect me to decline!”

“You’ve had your taste of fame, Park, this would be your third year as prefect, assisting head of house, teaching assistant, student council president” “Am I missing any other title? When will you actually have time to own up to the title of being my fiancé? Huh? Or is that also getting relegated for another year?”

“We are not kids anymore Y/N, those titles actually mean something to me, to my family’s legacy”

You scruff out a harsh laugh “So us getting married like we planned is not as important? Is it got nothing to do with your ‘family legacy’? I call bullshit Jimin”

“You’re just jealous about everything I’ve been able to achieve while you still get your head wrapped up in fairytales of a better world, feeding yourself lies of getting to change the way that the world works around here, Y/N” you can almost physically feel your heart breaking at his words, the insecurities of it all suffocating you as you think back to all those times he had seemingly encouraged you towards what he considered an unattainable dream, even as his face now remains stoic as ever “For all of ours sakes I hope you fucking prove me wrong Y/N, on your own”

Your mother’s voice bring you back to the present as she keeps her eyes locked on her screen “I thought you said the campus was empty”

“It is” your mother points her finger to your back at the same time as a little mop of hair appears on the screen again screaming delightfully.

“Hey buddy! Happy holidays Mrs. Y/N!”

“Same to you Jimin, I’ll uh- better catch up with your father Y/N! Love you!

The screen was off before you even got a chance to consider your surroundings, stuck with letting the silence seep through for whatever reason Jimin had stayed back for the holidays and on top of it decided to approach you so abruptly. Words weren’t really needed after knowing each other for so long, even after the two of you fell from grace, which is no surprise when he materialises a gift box from thin air, red ribbon perked on top of the golden wrap around it. Your hands are shaking as you take the present from him, a smile on his lips, along with a faint blush that you can’t really tell if it’s from the heated room or not.

Your voice is small even if you expected it not to be, the memories and the feelings all rushing back “I never got around to buying you anything”

“Y/N I’m not gifting you something expecting something in return, that’s- that’s not how it works”

“Well yes but-”

“We broke up at the beginning of the year, I don’t expect you to consider me in your Christmas presents list, I just happened to see this and it made me think of you” his eyes never stop following your hand’s movements as you unwrap the present, there’s a spark in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in so long as he sees your smile as you lock your eyes with his, fingers tracing the cover of one of the rarest books he used to always call fairytales– almost impossible to recover, you aren’t even sure you want to know exactly how he did it in order to place the first magical-mundane peace treaty manifesto in your very own hands.

“Thank you”

The light in the room seems to dim, the fire crackling louder, you even become aware of how close the two of you had made yourselves sit in the heat of the moment, knees touching, his eyes shyly glancing at your lips as a million possibilities run through your head– you can’t really be surprised at the magnetic pull he still holds over you as your breath fans over his mouth, a shy and tender moment of vulnerability in between “Why did we ever grow apart, Jimin?”

He closes his eyes as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, a million sparkles run through your body and you guess, you had always understood the mysticism behind Park Jimin “Sometimes people shine brighter when you admire them from apart and don’t let them burn you, Y/N”

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P15

The villains and their children stared as fireworks soared above Auradon, colorful sparks decorating the skies. Hook deepened his anger in rum, Gaston took his fury out on his house(his twin sons escaping his wrath as soon as he was seen on the block); EQ, Cruella, and Jafar all watched in thinly veiled disgust for their traitorous children-as music blasted and a party overtook Auradon prep-where King Ben was having his coronation party.

Teens danced and cheered as lights flashed, fireworks raining above them-setting the perfect scene for Ben’s coronation party. Speaking of Ben, he was currently being carried by the tourney team around the courtyard, laughing as they jostled him about-his smile brightening as he spotted Mal on the fountain stage next to you and Evie-the three girls laughing and twisting about to the music.

Mal; oh-oh yeah~ oh yeah yeah! Evie; let's set it off! Oh yeah! (y/n); you can make it happen!

All; ohayohay hey!

Ben was thrown onto the stage, twisting around with an almost shy grin, laughing as the students around him bowed-and he took a moment to mess with Chad’s hair-giving the boy a teasing grin as Chad looked at him-almost offended before he smiled, pushing Ben playfully.

Ben; kings and queens it’s our time to rise! Write the book; the story of our lives, this is us, taking back the night!

All; ohayohay!

He turned, seeing Mal making her way towards him and he held out his hand-the other behind his back, grinning as Mal took it and spun herself about to stand on his other side.

Mal; break the spell-we were born this way! Be yourself, forget the DNA! Everybody raise your hands and say~

All; ohayohay, hey!

Evie parted the crowd-stylish and proud as ever, strutting down the makeshift runway and dancing her heart out-grinning as Doug slid in to dance with her.

Evie; sound the alarm, get on your feet! Let’s set it off and rock this beat, dance till your heart is wild and free~

You couldn’t help but laugh/scream as Harry jumped up behind you, taking your hand and dancing you further onto the stage-his tailcoat abandoned-leaving just the waist coat-his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

(y/n): feeling the power let it all out! Like what you see in the mirror-shout! We got the keys, the kingdoms ours~

You took Evie’s hand as she passed you, twirling her around as Harry laughed, meeting Mal and Ben in the middle and throwing your hands to the skies.

All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! Start a chain reaction, and never let it stop! Let’s set it off-oh yeah yeah! You can make it happen; with everything you’ve got-let’s set it off!

Harry took your waist, pulling you up and over to his other side, his hands once again finding yours and bringing you close-all while laughing as you sang.

All; get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! ohayohay, hey!

The boys, Carlos, Gil, and Jay; all spotted Jane sitting alone-away from the party. She didn’t feel like she deserved to be there not after what she had done; not just at the coronation-but to the vks, for being so mean after they had practically welcomed her with open arms.

Carlos and Gil shared a smile and nodded, the three boys walking forward and sitting on each side of Jane, Jay behind them and taking Jane’s shoulders, smiling down at her. She jumped-surprised, her eyes locked onto Gil as he offered his hand, maybe they wouldn’t get back to how they were right away, but they didn’t have to be enemies.

Carlos; it’s time to set this thing off, let’s make it happen now! Gil; Imma make my own future, ignore all the rumors-show em how passion sounds! Carlos/Jay/Gil; they all told me I should back down, judgin’ me cause of my background; thinkin’ bout changin’ my path now-nah I ain’t going out like that now!

Gil grinned as he took Jane up the steps to join the rest of the party, laughing as Lonnie and Audrey came up to Jay and Carlos-whirling the two boys into the party with matching grins.

Audrey; feeling the power let it all out! Lonnie; like what you see in the mirror-shout! Jay; we’ve got the keys the kingdoms ours~! All; ooh, oh,oh! Evie; Whoa-ooh yeah!

The music blasted again, everyone dancing to their heart's content, you and Harry met up with Jane and Gil, laughing as you danced together.

All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! Start a chain reaction and never let it stop! Let’s set it off! Oh yeah! You can make it happen; with everything you’ve got let’s set it off!

All; get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! Three, two, one-

The beat dropped and everyone danced together, Mal and Ben running off somewhere-almost kissing but not, Mal cheekily dodging Ben’s kiss and pushing him away-leaving the rest of you to party.

Mal; ooh-yeah!

Harry twirled you into his arms, your arms automatically going around his neck, smiling at you with that handsome side grin he always used.

Harry; let's set it off, oh yeah~

You grinned back, taking his hands and swinging them about-the party around you almost disappearing as you got lost in each other's eyes.

(y/n)/Harry; start a chain reaction, and never let it stop!

All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! You can make it happen, with everything you’ve got, let’s set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Everyone turned to face Ben and Mal, bowing to their new king-long may he reign. Fireworks once again exploded in the sky, cutting through the music as everyone cheered and jumped around, Harry took you in his arms and spun you around, laughing into your ear as you scream/laughed.

He was free, free from his father, the isle, and evil expectations. He could be-whatever he wanted now, and with you by his side, he was sure he could do just about anything.

You took his face in your hands, bringing him close enough to press your forehead against his, laughing as his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, his whole body relaxing.

“Thank you,” Harry whispered and you grinned, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “Anything for you, Harry” you whispered back, letting him pull you close again, resting your chin on his shoulder.

You turned your gaze to the reader-who jumped in surprise, not expecting to be addressed-smirking a bit as they did. “you didn’t think this was the end of the story, did you?” you chuckled, winking and then pulling Harry back to dance as everyone cheered and music blasted-marking the beginning of a wonderful story.

-end of p15-

It’s short, I know, I’m sorry XD after so long since the last update, I’m sure yall wanted something more-but-really, other than an epilogue that explains a bit more of Shuffle playlist(which is the next book in this story, which no I will not be rewriting/revising), Rewrite revise is finished~ hope yall liked it and it flowed better than the version I wrote in 2020(?)

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Need You To Be Sure (pt.2) | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Femme!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance.

Warnings: Vulgar language. Angst. Complicated feelings. This is essentially the healing part of the relationship.

Songs: As it was - Harry Styles, Beg for you - Charli XCX & Rina Sawayama

Words: 2,228

Taehyung - 1995

Femme Lead - 1998

Note: I honestly was not expecting the love that the first chapter of this got. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I worked hard on this “Post breakup” chapter, and hope y’all enjoy it! As always, please leave a comment below and let me know how I did! Please read PT 1 if you have yet to do so here: BS1

Some italicized lines are the OC’s thoughts!

Date Posted: 8/31/2021

Three weeks have passed since receiving the photo.

Three weeks of heartache while constantly checking your phone for literally anything from Taehyung.

You miss him more than you dared to admit.

The warmth in his arms each night. The dumb fights over what to watch. His drumming fingers on your thighs when you finally decided on something.

There was not a single day that passed by where you didn't consider swallowing your pride and messaging Taehyung.

But you couldn’t.

Ever the stubborn person, you waited for him to call first.

It's only right, considering the photographic proof sent to you. The thought of that photo alone makes you sick to your stomach.

So, you waited. Day by day, one empty lactose-free ice cream pint after another.

Each passing day leaves you with an intruding thought.

Like if he even misses you the way you miss him, or if he was just utilizing his time erasing you.

What if you didn’t see that photo? What if you hadn’t argued?

Even better: What if you never proclaimed your feelings last year?

Would any of this have made a difference?

Short answer: No, not really.

You would still have the complicated feelings you have. You would still see him with someone else in his clutches, someone who would have never been you.

You would still feel numb, lying in your room alone.

You finally pushed yourself to move all of Taehyung’s belongings into a bin to store away in your closet.

With each photo, small decoration and article of clothing, you could feel your heart crack a little further. Because at the end of the day, you knew that you weren’t ready. Deep in your heart, you knew you would never be able to let go of Taehyung.

Not after all the years you spent together.

Not after allowing him into each deep corner of your heart.

The room you found comfort in was unrecognizable. Your bed seemingly empty as his side of the bed was no longer occupied.

One day, you may even forget that it was ever his side in the first place. You’ll slowly forget how his arms feel around you.

That day just won’t be today.

Almost as an alarm, you receive a message.

Namjoon: “At the least, let me know you are safe.”

Safe? Were you safe?

Physically, sure. You were still kicking as any living person would.

Mentally? Who even knew anymore?

You shouldn’t lock yourself away in your bedroom. You knew that.

There just wasn’t anything worth leaving for.

There are only so many distractions that you can entertain before Taehyung is front and center in your brain again.

You’ve turned your apartment upside down, cleaning every crevice. Every cabinet has been reorganized, and every piece of furniture has been moved.

You have indulged in your art once again. Painting, sketching and even sculpting with trash.

Everything you did was no use, though. You still made an imaginary space for Taehyung. You still painted him, drew him, thought of him.

Each time he came to view, you found yourself broken down at square one once again.

So here you are, lying in bed, staring at your phone. Ready to give up and forgive him for everything.

“No, it isn’t funny!” You hear your sister’s voice boom through the apartment, notifying that she is finally home. A faint laughter follows her telling you she isn’t alone.

“I don’t know, it sounds pretty funny to me!”

You drag a hoodie over your head and peek your head into the hallway.

“Are they home?” The mysterious voice asks.

“I’m pretty sure. I should get them to come eat.” Your sister says. Her footsteps echoing through the apartment and to your room.

“Hey! Come eat, Jimin and I got you some goodies!”

“Alright.”

You lean on your elbow, gently stabbing at the food in front of you with a fork. Jimin and your sister were conversating beside you, enjoying their meals as well.

“Ah! That reminds me. Jungkook is hosting a party this weekend. Would you both like to come?” Jimin asks with excitement.

Your silence is louder than you intend. It has been a few weeks or so that you have last seen everyone.

Slowly releasing your utensil onto the table, you smile.

“I am fine with staying home, but you should definitely go.” You say to your sister, giving the most gentle answer you could.

It is true that Jimin always has pure intentions, but you couldn’t help but to feel hurt that he would ask that. Which, Jimin realizes as soon as your sister serves him an under-the-table kick.

“I’m sorry. I just figured it has been a while.” He says. Visibly embarrassed, he takes a sip of his drink.

“I would have to think about it. I don’t know if I am ready just yet.” You say.

Your sister clears her throat and diverts the conversation, bringing Jimin’s attention to a new bong piece she had found at The Third Planet recently.

You quickly use the distraction to excuse yourself back to your room and further wallow in your feelings again.

Letting your head hit your pillow full force, your mind paces again.

It isn’t that you didn’t want to go, you haven’t seen your friends in forever.

Namjoon hasn’t stopped messaging you either.

But the chances of running into Taehyung?

High, very high.

After tossing and turning, you reach for your phone again. Unlocking it and looking back at your messages with Jimin.

The last message remains the same. The photo that has taken all your nights of sleep.

The discomfort lurches up from your chest again, forcing you to sit up.

Everything about the photo haunts you.

The unfamiliar woman in his lap, his arms around her waist.

Her hands tangled in his hair, and their lips plastered to one another.

For a whole year, you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand in front of everyone.

To at least show that he was yours, just as you were his.

Yet, not even a week after your argument, he had someone else in his arms.

Meanwhile, you continue to struggle picking up the pieces of your heart that fall apart just about every day.

It was unfair.

It was cruel.

It made all of your experiences with Taehyung feel like a sham. A complete fraud.

And again, you think of all the possible reasons why you weren’t good enough.

Why, when he claims the feelings to be there, could he not give you his all?

A knock on the door disrupts your existential crisis.

“Uh, hey! It’s me. Can I come in?” Jimin’s small voice reaches you from the door.

“Um, yeah.” You say, wiping away the tears you collected from your own self pity.

The door clicks open, and Jimin comes in to sit beside you on the bed.

“I just wanted to come in and check on you myself.” He says, rubbing his hands on his sweatpants.

You kept your eyes on your phone lying in your limp hands.

Through this time on your own, you have tried time and time again to figure out and organize your feelings. It wasn’t until this very moment that they all dawned on you.

Jimin scoots in closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder.

Allowing you a judgment free space to feel exactly what you needed to feel.

Your small cries progress into a full sob.

You were upset at the argument. Upset that the relationship you invested most of your life in was merely a question with no answers.

You were hurt that after being so clear from the start, he still didn’t see it.

He didn’t see you.

Hurt by his abandonment.

Angry at his betrayal, and even angrier that you could hardly even call it betrayal anyways.

Hurt, angry and full of despair.

“I hate him, Chim. I fucking hate him.” You sob.

Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, caging you into his side.

“That’s okay. You are allowed to feel that.” He reassures you.

Your heart constricts with each gasp you make. The pain is far too intense for you to feel anything else.

“But I hate that I can’t hate him at all.” You confess.

“I love him so much, Jimin. I don’t know how to live without him.” You say.

Jimin just provides comfort as he sees fit, letting you fully feel your emotions.

“Why is he doing this to me?” You ask, knowing well that Jimin has no answer.

Jimin is still searching for answers himself.

He knew that you had feelings for Taehyung, after overhearing bits and pieces from your sister of course.

Taehyung was secretive about his personal relationships; especially after his ex, but Jimin knew he felt some kind of way about you too.

It started with the first party that Taehyung made a scene at.

Then, Taehyung began to disappear after social events.

Alone.

Suddenly, Taehyung would only show up to events if you were also going.

So, contrary to your beliefs, your secret relationship with Taehyung wasn’t so secret after all.

Jimin just didn’t have any idea of how intense your feelings were.

“I can’t speak on his behalf, but as an outsider looking in…” He began. “A person who does nothing but send you mixed signals probably doesn't deserve you.”

Though you listened, you didn’t want to hear that. You didn’t want to admit that Taehyung didn’t deserve you.

A part of you wants to believe that this was all a misunderstanding and that he will come knocking on your window again like he always has.

“From the beginning, I was the one who initiated.” You say, piecing together the important pieces of your story before telling him more.

“Taehyung was clear from the start that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He told me he didn’t want to commit yet.” You continued. “After talking about our situation… I just went with the flow and waited for him to be ready.”

Jimin kept quiet, listening to your story.

“For a whole year, we were practically together. The only thing that didn’t make it official was the title.” Your typical anxiety ticks kick in in the form of cuticle picking.

“For a while now, I thought to myself. Why doesn’t he want to be official then? Was he embarrassed by me?” You questioned.

Jimin rubs small circles on your shoulder the second he recognizes he waver in your voice.

“Or maybe I was never good enough for him?” You finally conclude.

“I don’t think that is it at all.” Jimin rebuttals. “I can’t speak on Taehyung’s behavior, considering I knew nothing about all this. However, I don’t think that you are not good enough. If anything, he is the one who isn’t good enough.”

“Taehyung is also an absolute idiot.” He says. “I know everything probably feels like it's crashing on you. Just take the time you need. The right answer will always find you.”

“I don’t know dude.” Taehyung sighs into his phone and picks up a bottle from his table.

Empty bottles of liquor cover the floor of his small studio apartment, representing the emptiness of his own heart.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You had a whole year to know!” Jimin shouts at him through his car’s Bluetooth.

After seeing you broken down, it was hard for Jimin to not step in and knock some sense into Taehyung.

“If you don’t want them then tell them that. Be fucking honest.” Jimin says, hitting his steering wheel out of frustration. “But on the flip side, if you share the same feelings they do then fucking do something before someone else steps in. Because believe me when I say, there is definitely someone waiting to take your spot.”

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung sits up at the mention of ‘someone else’

“You better talk to them, Kim.”

The line dies out, leaving Taehyung in stupor.

Your relationship with Taehyung has never fallen apart due to you, and he recognizes that. All this time, it was his own insecurity that made him keep you at such a distance.

You were pure, and perfect. Too perfect. Everything about you made him lose his breath every time.

The way you gaze at the stars and ask him if he thought there was life out there.

The way you confidently strut around his apartment with a messy bun and just his t-shirt.

The way you were able to easily read his emotions better than he could ever read himself.

He didn’t deserve your love.

He knew that if he kept you far enough, you would see the kind of person he was. You would realize, and move on to someone better suited for you.

Even if that person was that annoying prick, Namjoon Kim, he would surrender his place in your life.

He just never realized how much of himself he would have to lose when he lost you.

He has tried to forget your touch.

He has tried to replace the hands that once held him with so much love.

However, he knew no one could ever replace you.

Not in his mind, and never in his heart.

Once again, he closes his eyes in attempt to forget his reality.

Note: Thank you again for your support! I know this is shorter this time, but I wanted to make room for all the drama within BS3!! I can’t wait to hear from you all! <3

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tracingpatternswrites · 7 months

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I took a break from Kinktober to write, er, this. Thanks to @theresthesnitch for reminding me it existed so that I could finish it.

A look into Narcissa's mind during the HBP, when Lucius is in Azkaban and Voldemort has taken up residence in Malfoy Manor. It makes Narcissa wonder why she's always the one left behind to pick up the pieces.

Title: The Malfoy Gambit Relationship: Narcissa & Andromeda Rating: Gen WC: 2,477 Warnings: None Summary: Narcissa had always been the one left behind to pick up the pieces. Her sisters were selfish, doing whatever they wanted without a thought on how it would affect anyone else. Their family. Their parents. Her. They wreaked havoc through everyone’s lives and left their little sister to pick up the pieces and hold everything together.

Read on AO3.

A snippet below:

Narcissa had always loved the Manor.

She remembered the first time she had visited as a child. She had not been older than eight or nine at the time, her family invited by the Malfoy’s to one of their dances. The Manor had been very impressive, and she had felt tiny standing in the grand entrance, with the beautiful stairs curving in front of her and the double doors leading into the ballroom.

The Manor liked her, she could feel it. Even before she and Lucius became an item, she had felt at home there. The old building was steeped in ancient magic, the presence of it like a buzz underneath her skin, and it had welcomed her in from the start. It had always made her feel safe, cared for.

It was where she had seen Lucius for the first time, he had looked so handsome in his wizard robes with his long, blond hair and piercing eyes. Sometimes she thought she had fancied him ever since that moment, a crush which over the years turned into something else, something more.

“I’ll marry him one day,” she had whispered to her older sisters. They had laughed at her, saying that she was too young to think like that, but Narcissa had known.

When they had moved into the Manor after their wedding, and Lucius’ parents had moved out, it had felt like coming home. It was a relief getting out of her childhood home where Narcissa had been the only one left, where her mother was constantly crying and her father spent every day locked in his study.

She had loved making the Manor into her and Lucius’ home. She had taken her time, every single room in the house carefully and lovingly decorated by her. The Manor was where she had become a woman, where she had built her own family, where she had become a mother. It was where Draco was born and she had found a new reason to live.

She used to love the Manor, but now she hated it.

She hated that people were coming and going at all hours, out of her control. She hated that strangers slept in her guest rooms, that they left muddy shoeprints on her floors, that they touched her things and moved them around without asking for her permission. She was trapped, she was suffocating, the walls that she had once seen as protection were now a prison. She had put up extra defences around her bedroom because she could no longer trust the people she had once called her friends.

They were laughing at her. No longer behind her back, but to her face. She could see how they gloated, their badly concealed glee, their malicious joy. She was relieved when she could send Draco off to Hogwarts. Her instincts had been to keep him close, to never let him out of her sight, but the other part of her knew he was safer at Hogwarts. Severus had promised to watch over him, to protect him, and she was grateful for that. She knew he was better off at Hogwarts.

She was just so lonely.

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the wizarding world of the weir-fields

my first calvin fic, and it’s a halloween one🤭

warnings: none, fluff with no plot🤪

“amuck! amuck! amuck! amuck!” your six year old daughter gleefully yelled as she jumped about your living room, scotty running around her legs. her long, gingery hair flowed down to her back as the skirt of her dress swished about. this halloween had been the first year eloise had watched the classic film “hocus pocus,” and your darling little girl fell immediately in love with the youngest sanderson sister, sarah. she thought sarah was beautiful, funny, and who she wanted to grow up to be.

she knew from the moment that movie finished that sarah sanderson was exactly who she wanted to be for halloween. so, you got her a red and purple dress very similar to the young witch’s, loosely curled the tips of her already long hair, and even let her put on red lipstick and mascara to complete the look. el was ecstatic and squealed incredibly loud when she saw her reflection of the final product in the mirror. her energy was high and you hoped a night of trick-or-treating would put her down easily that night.

“y/n, is ben almost ready?” you heard your husband call from the living room where he waited with eloise. you finished drawing the small lightning bolt on your eight year old son’s forehead and smiled at him as you admired him wholly.

“yep, we’ll be out in a minute!” you replied happily. eloise was going as sarah sanderson, and since she was a witch, ben insisted he go as harry potter so he could be a wizard. he was just starting to read the popular series, and you thought it was a wonderful idea to have your two kids go as magic characters. “look how nice you look, ben!” you complimented. ben adjusted the round black glasses on his face and gave a small smile.

“you think daddy will like it?” he asked nervously, always dying for his father’s approval. you nodded, smiling warmly.

“i think daddy will love it. let’s go show him,” you said. ben held your hand as the two of you walked back out into the living room from your bathroom, calvin watching eloise bounce about and run off some of her energy. scotty barked at ben when he walked in and quickly ran over to sniff him. calvin turned smiled at his son, eyeing his costume up and down through his glasses.

“well if it isn’t young mr. potter?” calvin said fondly. ben did a small little bounce at his father’s approval and eloise ran into your arms.

“mommy! is it time to go tricker treating now?” she asked as you hoisted her up into your arms. ben shook his head.

“el, it’s ‘trick-or-treating,’” he corrected. your daughter blinked.

“that’s what i said!” she replied simply as you giggled. calvin stood up from the couch and looked outside the window, the la sun casting an orange glow into your home.

“let’s get on our way, weir-fields,” he announced. you kissed el’s cheek and plopped her down as she grabbed her little plastic witch’s cauldron to collect her candy in. she bounced about and ben took calvin’s hand before being led out the door. you coaxed your hyperactive six year old out the door and took a deep breath as calvin locked the door behind you. you locked eyes with him and smiled.

“our kids are the cutest,” you whispered sweetly. your husband gave a small smile, glancing around at all the halloween decorations gracing the neighboring homes.

“i think you’re right,” he winked back. you took his free hand and smiled, setting off into the evening as eloise bounced and jumped about ahead of you.

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GGSB Fest 2024 - So Close He Could Taste It

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Prompt - Freedom

Harry's anxious about Sirius' promise to come get him and take him away following his freedom at the end of POA, but he's so close to freedom, he can taste it....

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Harry’s nervous as he waits in his room at the Dursleys, staring out the window. In his letter about being recently freed after their capture of Pettigrew and his admitting that he framed Sirius and killed all those muggles. There had been a proper trial – Harry had even testified – and then, when the verdict came, Sirius had told him that he needed to get a home sorted for them but that he would come get him once he had.

Despite this, Harry worries.

Yes, Sirius had offered him a home.

And sure, he seemingly meant it.

But he was freed a week previously, and the letter hadn’t exactly promised how soon it would be for Sirius to ‘find them a home’ and what if he changed his mind? It’s not as if Harry’s a catch as a kid, at least according to the Dursleys. What if someone had told him about all of the things Harry got up to in school and he decided he was too much trouble?

Technically, he doesn’t have to…

His thoughts get cut off when he notices a man on a motorbike riding quickly down the street and into the Dursley’s drive. It’s Sirius.

He had come for him!

Harry’s heart leaps, hoping this is a good sign and not something like Sirius coming to let him down easy.

He hears Uncle Vernon trying his hardest to get Sirius to leave – “We don’t need a menace like you on our lawn.”

He’s yelling, but Sirius is cool and collected. “I’m here for my godson, we’ve got some paperwork to do and then we’ll be out of your lives forever.”

There’s grumbling about having to let Sirius in, but they do, and then, when he asks about Harry’s presence, he hears Aunt Petunia rushing up the stairs to let him out. He’d been locked up a little less stringently than second year, but nevertheless, stuck in his room.

“Come quickly and don’t mention being locked up.”

Given that he was hoping to leave with Sirius, Harry would do anything they ask, just as long as he was freed from the Dursleys. He’s so close to freedom that he can taste it.

He rushes down the steps and into Sirius’ waiting arms. He could see the Dursleys looking at the paperwork at the kitchen table.

“There you are, kiddo! I’m sorry it took so long, but it won’t be much longer, I just have to get some proper paperwork done. As long as you still want to live with me?” Sirius asks, looking a bit nervous. It’s almost as if he’s as worried as Harry is about not being wanted.

“Of course I do,” Harry assures him. “Does that mean you’ve come to take me home?”

“Absolutely,” Sirius grins. “It’s a little bare in furniture, but I thought we could decorate together.”

“Sounds brilliant.”

“Good.”

They chat for a few more minutes before Sirius suggests packing and by the time all of his things are in his trunk, shrunk and in Sirius’ pocket, the Dursleys are done.

He doesn’t bother with much of a goodbye, instead, quickly following Sirius to his bike where he hands him the spare helmet.

“The wind in your hair will feel like the ultimate freedom, but still, safety matters.”

Harry grins as he puts it on. “As long as I’m finally free, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Then, let’s go, kid. To our freedom,” Sirius says, getting on the bike and letting Harry get on behind him.

“To freedom!”

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CATALYST | I

preview: “Can’t stand it when they scream,” Harry explains to you. He grabs your wrist and lifts it up, his sleeve fluttering down to reveal the tattoos on his lower arm. You focus on the ink as he begins to explain something to you, tracing the lines of the anchor that decorates his skin.

“There’s a small cluster of veins at the side of his neck here. If you hit them, he’ll bleed out fairly quickly and painlessly.”

“H-here?” You ask, shakily pointing at a spot right above where George’s neck meets his shoulder.

“A little higher,” Harry directs you, “There. Hold the knife steady now. You have to do it fast or it’ll slip.”

chapter specific warnings: drug mentions, graphic violence, murder

a/n: here it is! chapter one of catalyst. if you haven’t look at it yet, i would highly recommend reading the intro post here first as that has content warnings and a synopsis. also please bear with me as this is my first time writing this kind of concept ahhh!!

reminder that this is purely a work of fiction! i (obviously) have zero real knowledge on making drug deals and murdering people lmao. i’m not condoning/romanticizing any of the events in this fic and none of the faceclaims are affiliated with any of the events/actions that occur.

with that being said, reblogs are much appreciated & thank you all for reading!

(p.s. the soundtrack adds a lot to the reading experience imo so if you can/want to please listen to the songs at the beginning of each section!)

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TRACK: GLORY BOX

It happens on a Tuesday morning. Three sharp knocks on your apartment door. The impatient tapping of a foot against linoleum, getting louder as you slowly make your way out of bed. You push the lock out of place, chain dangling back and forth while you twist the silver doorknob. You’re greeted with the last person on Earth you were expecting to see: your former boss at Interpol, Naomi Rossi.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Naomi lets herself into your apartment, flitting through the living room like a butterfly, brushing past your curtains and touching the spines of the books on your coffee table. She never did have any sense of personal boundaries.

“Looks like you’ve settled in nicely,” Naomi ignores your question, sitting down on your couch and gesturing for you to take a seat as well. “Listen, my presence here isn’t welcome, I know that. I care about you deeply, and I wouldn’t be here asking you to do this if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

You stare at your former boss, waiting for her to continue. Distantly, your alarm sounds from your bedroom, and your fingers itch to go and shut it off, but the grim expression on Naomi’s face pins you to your place. You sit there frozen, heart pounding, desperately hoping she’s not going to make the request you think she’s about to make.

“I need you to go back undercover.” Naomi says, confirming your suspicions. She crosses one leg over the other, her fingers tapping nervously against a cushion as she waits for you to respond.

“Are you insane?” You laugh, pushing yourself off the couch. You point at your front door aggressively, trying to steady your breathing. “I thought you might ask me that, but I didn’t think you’d be so insensitive as to actually do it. No way. I’m not fucking going back there.”

“You’re done with Interpol, and I’ve respected that for the past three years,” Naomi replies curtly. She lifts a perfectly-manicured hand and rests it lightly on the glass of your coffee table. “But people are dying, Y/N. Seven murders in just under eight months. The last three in the past month. All public figures. The police discovered a mixture of fentanyl, ecstasy, and sedatives in their bloodstreams after we ordered tox screens.”

“It’s Cherry,” you sigh, watching Naomi pull a stack of paper from her briefcase. She hands them to you and you scan the documents. They’re medical reports for all seven victims, confirming a lethal amount of drugs in their blood at the time of their deaths.

“We just can’t twiddle our thumbs while people are dying,” Naomi says, her dark eyes searching your features. “No one knows Cherry like you do. You’re our only hope at stopping this, Y/N, I’m pleading with you. Hasn’t three years away been enough?”

You swallowed. No, you wanted to scream at her. No amount of time away could ever undo the damage that being undercover did to me.

But Naomi was right. Interpol would never be able to get as close to Cherry as you did ever again. They didn’t stand a chance at solving the murders without sending someone inside. Unfortunately, your untimely exit three years ago effectively ended any sort of outside recruitment that the syndicate was doing. You were, as Naomi said, the only hope. If you didn’t say yes, more people would die, and their blood would be on your hands.

“I go in for two weeks,” you say, walking into your kitchen and reaching for your kettle. You hold it under the tap, plugging the appliance into the wall and turning it on once it’s filled with water. “No security details, no bugs. No rendezvous, either. I’m there for the entire time, and you don’t bother me until those two weeks are up.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Naomi protests over the sound of the water coming to a rolling boil.

“Then I’m not doing the job,” you reply as the kettle switches off. You dig in your cabinets for a tin of green tea, exclaiming softly when you find it. “You’re not going to pin a hidden camera to my shirt and send me in with a bodyguard, they’ll fucking kill me as soon as I step onto their territory. You either trust me to do this my way, or refuse and see what happens.”

“Fine,” Naomi tosses her hands in the air in exasperation while you scoop loose tea leaves into a mug. “We need to do a security clearance, and I have to send you in with one of our phones no matter what, in case of dire emergency. Can you agree to those terms?”

“Whatever,” you concede, “just go if there’s nothing else. I’ll stop by the office today to do what you need me to do.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Naomi says sincerely, “I know things got murky towards the end, but ultimately you’ve always stuck to your morals when it mattered the most. I’ve always admired that about you, and I’m glad you’re coming back to do this. The city needs you.”

You hum softly, bringing your tea to your lips. You show Naomi to the door and watch through the window as her car pulls out of the parking lot. Once the black SUV has turned the corner, you lean against the wall and watch as the ceiling spins. You let your head fall into your hands and take a few gasping breaths, before settling yourself and gulping down the last bit of your drink.

You’re honestly not sure what you’re more afraid of: dying, or having to face him again.

THREE YEARS EARLIER

TRACK: RANGE BROTHERS

Heavy bass pounds through the black speakers propped up at the front of the stage, the vibrations sliding down from the ceilings to the floor and landing at the base of your shoes. From the outside, Temptress looks like any other exclusive nightclub in London’s party district. Its black exterior is unassuming; there’s no signage save for the glow of a neon sign that spells out the club’s name in messy red cursive, and a single bouncer stands at the front door, smartly dressed and covered in tattoos. Temptress caters to a more high-brow clientele than the other nightclubs on Lexington street. On any given night, the space is occupied by socialites and wealthy businessmen. Bartenders are at the guests’ beck-and-call, opening up five-thousand pound bar tabs and collecting one-hundred pound tips all night. It touts state-of-the-art sound systems, a massive marble bar that stretches across the expanse of the floor, and women and men alike adorned with glitter and ready to entertain. Most importantly, Temptress offers a level of anonymity that its competitors don’t offer: all guests and employees are required to wear eye masks that conceal their identities. Such a policy makes way for more under-the-table activity, although the majority of individuals who walk through the bulletproof glass doors of the club hardly do much more than what might be considered a minor felony.

The real business, and what you were here for, happened in the private lounges around the back.

“Coucou,” you call to a security guard standing in front of one of the rooms, “Hayes sent me here for a meeting.”

He looks you up and down while chewing on a piece of gum, blue eyes piercing as he scans every inch of your body. You wipe one hand quickly down the side of your skirt: now wasn’t the time to get nervous, you’re already in too deep.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, sir.”

“Need to check if the Boss is available,” motioning for you to get closer. You touch the tiny microphone pinned to the back of your blouse, just to make sure it was still secure.

“Okay,” you oblige. As the man pats you down, you notice a small red name-tag pinned to his collar. Briggs, it read, though you highly doubted that was his real name. “Thanks, Briggs.”

Briggs grunts in response, running his hand through a biometric scanner. Once the machine finishes reading his fingerprints, the door in front of you unlocks with a click. The inside is made to look like a regular lounge. It’s furnished with sofas and has a tiny chandelier dangling from the ceiling. There’s a mirror propped up against the wall and a small ice bucket filled with drinks on a table. You get distracted looking around until Briggs makes a noise beside you. When you turn to him, you find that he’s lifted the carpet that was previously spread out in the middle of the floor and revealed an opening that leads down towards the basement.

“Follow me down,” Briggs says, offering you a hand as you crouched into the small space. “Close the door behind you.”

You follow his orders and shut the small door, plunging the two of you into darkness. Distantly, you see a row of lights flickering softly.

“Careful,” Briggs calls out, “the next step is the last one.”

Once your feet have returned to solid ground, Briggs guides you to look to your left. What you see is a massive grey hallway filled with doors. The only sources of light comes from small antique lanterns that are placed between every door. A night-vision security camera turns robotically, capturing any slight movement that occurs in the hallway on video. You notice four other security guards of similar build to Briggs walking up and down slowly, their hands resting protectively over the handguns clipped to their sides.

“Stay here,” Briggs says, before walking towards the door at the very end of the hallway. It’s significantly larger than the rest and made of mahogany. The top is built like an archway and some of the wood is darker than the rest. You think it might be engravings, but you’re not close enough to tell. Briggs whispers to the man stationed at the front of the door briefly, then looks back at you and signals for you to walk over to him.

“You can go in now. He’s just finishing up another meeting.”

“Alright,” you respond, and the other security guard lets you in. There’s a lot to take in with this office: the walls are painted a dark, velvet-y purple and giant bookshelves line the sides. A group of three men are standing in front of the desk in the middle of the room, which is made of the same mahogany wood as the massive front door. They’re having a hushed conversation that you can’t quite listen in on. Suddenly, the man in the middle kneels down to the floor, hand shaking. The absence of his standing body reveals another man sitting at the desk, his fingers curled around a sharp knife. He’s wearing a red silk shirt that’s been unbuttoned down to the base of his chest, revealing tattoos of two birds sitting just below his collarbones. He looks down at the kneeling man, then at you. Green eyes completely devoid of emotion, he flashes you a saccharine-sweet smile.

You would recognize that face anywhere. Harry Styles, the most ruthless man in all of the United Kingdom and Europe. Inheriting the Cherry syndicate after the untimely death of his father, Harry was known for his clinical way of doing business and unrelenting cruelty. He had taken his father’s modest crime organization and transformed it into an empire before he even turned thirty. Nearly ninety percent of all drugs and weapons coming into the city of London originate from deals brokered by Cherry. Most importantly, Harry conducts all of his business by proxy. Hidden in the shadows of the Temptress basement, Harry’s men do all of his dirty work for him while he plays puppet master from the very desk in front of you. It’s impossible to definitively connect him to any crime, and up until two weeks ago, Interpol didn’t even know what he looked like. He’s cunning, charismatic, and extremely talented at evading the law.

“You’re just in time,” Harry says, raising the knife in his hand with a flourish. “George here is about to select which one of his friends is going to kill him for compromising a million-pound shipment.”

“Right,” you say, while the two men next to George sputter in protest. George gaze shifts from the two men to Harry frantically, and cranes his neck to look at you desperately.

You swallow the bile quickly rising into your throat and watch as Harry stands up and leans against the front of his desk, the glistening blade of his knife pressed lightly to his chin as he looks to the distraught men carefully.

One of the men speaks up, voice shaking so much that the words tumbling out of his mouth are barely comprehensible. “W-we won’t do th-that Boss, it-it’s not fair. H-he made a m-mistake. But that d-don’t discount the l-loyalty he’s given y-you for years.”

“I don’t give a shit about that! His mistake cost me a million pounds, and a client that could’ve brought in millions in future revenue. That’s not how I run my business. I don’t care for bumbling idiots who can’t transport basic cargo.”

“S-sorry Boss, truly-y.”

Harry tuts, crossing one leg over the other. “Look at the three of you. So pathetic. Won’t kill your friend for me? I’ll remember that next time you’re kneeling at my desk begging me to spare you like George is right now. You must remember I take loyalty very seriously here.”

“Fortunately for you, I’m feeling nice today,” Harry says, walking up to the men and looking them up and down. “Don’t look so excited, George. You’re still dying today, but it won’t be by the hands of your friends.”

TRACK: ARABELLA

“Tell me,” Harry says, looking through the gap between the men’s three shaking silhouettes to where you stand frozen in place. “How would you like for this pretty lady to be the one to kill you?”

The thing is, both you and Interpol were fully aware that you were going to have to commit some crimes and serious moral sins in order to maintain your cover. But murder on the first day was a bit too much. You looked at Harry, your breaths coming out in short puffs. You racked your brain for the right thing to say. You knew he was probably bluffing, trying to intimidate you into submission on your first meeting with him.

Come on, words, you tried to speak but your mouth was hopelessly dry and nothing was coming out.

“Don’t be nervous, love,” Harry smiles, beckoning you to come closer to him. He hands the knife to you and gingerly closes your fingers around the handle.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you manage to get out, feeling the weight of the weapon against your palm.

“Is it your first time doing something like this?” He asks. He opens his mouth to say something, but then seems to change his mind after realizing something. “I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I haven’t even asked you for your name yet.”

“My name’s Y/N.”

“Such a pretty name,” Harry coos, “is it your first time doing something like this, Y/N?”

You nod, fearing that if you say anything else you might vomit all over Harry, and something tells you he wouldn’t appreciate that very much.

“Everyone's nervous their first time,” Harry hums, “it’s normal to get a little stage fright. But I’m right here, and I’ll help you through it.”

You watch as Harry reaches over his desk and opens a small cabinet. He pulls out a piece of cloth and gags George with it, pushing George’s head back violently when he’s finished wrapping the cloth around his mouth.

“Can’t stand it when they scream,” Harry explains to you. He grabs your wrist and lifts it up, his sleeve fluttering down to reveal the tattoos on his lower arm. You focus on the ink as he begins to explain something to you, tracing the lines of the anchor that decorates his skin.

“There’s a small cluster of veins at the side of his neck here. If you hit them, he’ll bleed out fairly quickly and painlessly.”

“H-here?” You ask, shakily pointing at a spot right above where George’s neck meets his shoulder.

“A little higher,” Harry directs you, “There. Hold the knife steady now. You have to do it fast or it’ll slip.”

You steady your hand as much as you possibly can, shifting your weight more towards your back leg. George looks up at you pleadingly and you flash him an apologetic look before shifting your gaze to the wall behind him: you couldn’t possibly look this man in the eyes as you killed him. Holding your breath, you bring the knife back and penetrate it into his neck, feeling warm blood splatter onto your hand and the front of your shirt.

“Oh, you did so good,” Harry says as you pull the knife out. George lets out a muffled scream and takes multiple gasping breaths. You close your eyes, starting to feel quite dizzy. “Such a good job, Y/N.”

“I-is that all you needed me to do?” You breathe out. You hear a body, presumably George’s fall to the ground with a thump.

“I need you to stay for a little while longer. Our meeting didn’t go quite like I had planned,” Harry sighs. He turns to the two men slowly inching away from George’s dead body, and points at the door. “You two need to get the fuck out of here, and remember next time I won’t let you off so easily.”

“Y-yes, Boss,” the one on the left says, before the two of them shuffle quickly out of the room.

The door slams shut behind the two of them, leaving you in the room alone with Harry. He brings you around to the bathroom that’s connected to his office, carefully pulling the knife out of your hands and placing them under the running water. He helps scrub the blood out of your skin, alternating between rubbing bar soap on your palms and rinsing them off with warm water. You wondered how many other people he’d cleaned up at this sink, how many other innocent people’s blood had trickled down this drain.

Once your hands are cleaned, Harry wipes them off with a towel and guides you back towards his desk.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that,” Harry says, using the same towel to polish off his knife before placing it next to his arm. “Things aren’t usually so messy around here, but understandably, sometimes you just have to dispose of dead weight quickly.”

“I wanted to thank you,” He continues, “most of my men mumble and grumble about hurting people for their first six months at Cherry, but you killed for me on your first day. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

“You did say you took loyalty very seriously,” is what you reply with, watching his tricep muscles flex underneath his shirt.

“That’s right,” Harry assents, “And I always reward loyalty, which is why I would like to offer you to join me at a very important business meeting at the end of this week. It’s very rare that I step out and do these dealings on my own, so I need my absolute best men with me. I’m taking a gamble on you, Y/N, based on the loyalty that you displayed in front of me just now. You’re getting a chance to do big things, here. What do you say?”

You smile at Harry, though he’s unaware the reason why you’re truly happy is because he’s just handed you a perfect opportunity to pin him to something that’ll potentially put him behind bars for a long, long time.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Perfect,” Harry smiles back, getting up and showing you back towards the door.

“I have a feeling you’re going to be something special.”

You have no idea, Harry, you thought to yourself.

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