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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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OML YOUR DOB IMAGINE IS *chefs kiss*. Could you do one with Mitch Rapp? I don't wanna pressure you it's your choice, but if you decide to do it can it be smut?

im a whore for him help

Truthfully, you know better. You really do.

Yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from finding your place in front of Mitch’s door that fateful Saturday night.

You know he’s in there. Heard him come back to the compound an hour or so ago. Had decided then that you wouldn’t let that night mean nothing. That you wouldn’t let what happened in the hallway be forgotten.

For days, you’ve been arguing with yourself that what he said—what he did—was merely the result of increased adrenaline and the thrill of success. That he was drunk. Drunk with power, drunk with alcohol, and drunk with the knowledge that he’d done what couldn’t be done. That’s all it was.

But no matter the excuse you create, you can’t shake the image from your head. Can’t erase the feel of his fingertips. Can’t erase the way he looked at you as you brushed the hair back from his forehead. Can’t erase the way his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “It’s always been you.”

The next, he’d acted as if it had never happened. As if he’d forgotten.

But it did happen. And you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

With a quick breath, your knuckles rap against the door. You wait for a moment, listening intently for any telltale signs of movement.

You hear the sound of rustling. Perhaps the shift of a sheet. The creak of a mattress.

But no footsteps.

You knock again before calling, “Mitch? It’s me, can we…can we talk?”

Another sound. Deeper. You lean closer, ear pressing to the wood as you attempt to decipher. It’s his voice, you know that much, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. Maybe he’s inviting you in. Maybe he’s inviting you to leave.

You can’t really be sure and the anxious hollow in your stomach merely intensifies with each passing second.

So, with a burst of self-assurance, you straighten up, twist the handle, and thrust the door open.

Your eyes find his first. That soft, golden brown you’re so used to. Comforting, almost. Familiar.

Then, you notice his hair. The way it’s fallen across his forehead, sweaty and disheveled. The way it drapes over his eyebrows as he peers across the room at you.

You notice the slight flush in his cheeks. The heave of his chest. Notice the nakedness of his skin, your gaze traveling down his clenched jaw toward the rapid ripple of his stomach.

And then…you see.

You see his hand, tight around his cock as he pumps up and down in a swift, urgent motion.

For a moment, you’re not quite sure what to do. What to think. You stand, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart racing as you watch him.

You expect him to stop. To cover. To feel just as startled as you do.

Yet, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hide. Doesn’t attempt to excuse it away. Doesn’t even yell at you for coming into his room.

Instead…he groans.

And not the same groan you’re so used to hearing from him. Not a groan of exasperation or disapproval.

A salacious groan. Lust-filled and needy. So desperate and depraved, you feel the way your stomach flips for an entirely different reason.

Now he’s not the only one flushed.

Your lips part, ready to call his name. Ask him what he’s doing. Maybe apologize for barging in.

And yet, there’s something in his expression that forces your feet to bring you further into the room. Closer to where he sits against the headboard with his legs strewn out before him.

He watches you like a hawk, following the movement as you slowly make your way to the right side of the bed.

You’re desperate to hear that sound again. Desperate to be a part of this moment. With him.

Your eyes flick down to his hand. The veins ever prominent in his arm as he squeezes the tip of his cock. As his head rolls back against the wall behind him and he sucks the air through his teeth in a hiss.

Mesmerized by the drip coating his knuckles, your fingers dance about the air as if reaching out for him.

But you slow, pulling back slightly as you look up. As you search for a sign. Permission. Encouragement.

You haven’t exchanged a single word thus far. And yet you almost know what he’d say even without him ever getting the chance to say it.

And you’re proven correct when your name is whispered from his lips like a promise, pulling you closer until you’re sitting directly next to his leg.

Your pulse races. Skin hot as you watch him. Entranced by his beauty. By the clench of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes as the pleasure nearly overtakes him.

You’ve reached the point of no return. You don’t imagine you’ll ever forget this moment for the rest of your life. Don’t imagine you’ll ever be able to look at him again and not remember the way he looks like right now.

You don’t even realize that your legs have begun to part, your fingers subconsciously finding their way to your thighs as if desperate for your own relief.

But Mitch notices. Almost immediately. Watching the scratch of your nails along your sweatpants rather anxiously as another soft whine breaks free from his lips.

And before you really have a chance to stop yourself, your hand is slipping beneath the band of your sweats until you feel exactly how aroused you really are by this scene.

Your head drops, chin finding your chest as you take a slow, steady breath. Your touch is light. Quick. Dipping inside for only a moment until you suck in a sharp gasp.

Mitch shifts beside you, straightening up as his rhythm begins to falter. “Shit…shit, lemme see. Please…please let me see.”

You lean back, palm finding the mattress behind you as you brace yourself and meet his eye.

However, instead of obliging to his request, you smirk, tugging your lip between your teeth as you curl your finger in once more.

Your jaw drops at the sensation. The ache. So sharp and blinding that you can’t resist the soft whimper you exhale.

Mitch’s teeth grit in response as he tugs at his cock once more, the sound clearly doing sinful things to his body and mind.

You tease him a bit more. Merely because you can. Because it’s him. And he so fucking deserves it after everything he’s done.

Your thumb finds your clit, the slightest amount of pressure enough to leave you jolting in response. Hand completely disappearing beneath your sweats as you feel yourself out, desperate for that rush.

“Fuck—” His resolve is crumbling, his motions becoming quick and focused. “Take ‘em off. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Your head shakes fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in the feel of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, however, you feel a tight pressure around your wrist as you glance back up to see his hand, soaked and strained, tugging your arm closer.

You’re pulled forward, eyebrows flying up your forehead as you still about two inches from his face.

His breath, labored and stressed, tickles at the hairs near your cheeks as his dark stare finds yours.

“You’re gonna take them off,” he repeats lowly, and you can feel the chill run down your spine. “And then you’re gonna take me down that pretty little throat.”

You can do nothing but melt into the feel of his rough touch around your hand, so aroused from such a simple action that your brain begins to spin.

“Is that understood?” he asks now before his eyes quickly fall to your lips and you’re left to pant desperately.

You can do nothing but nod, the softest whimper slipping out once he lets go and your chest deflates.

“Good girl,” he murmurs proudly before nodding his chin at you and smirking. “Go on.”

So…

You do.

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degreeofdisorder · 9 months

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red white & royal blue (2023) live reaction

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS?

PRINCE OF ENGLAND'S HEARTS

THE AMERICAN PRINCE HENRY KDLFJSKGJDK

immediately grabbing a glass of champagne lmao

WHEN THE REVOLUTION HAPPENS lmao Henry my LOVE

alex is literally the dumbest idiot in the planet lmfao

oh he's DRUNK drunk oh my fucking god

alexander

I KNEW HENRY WAS GOING TO CORRECT ALEX ON THE composer

IN YOUR CASE ITS RATHER INEVITABLE I'm losing my whole ass mind dksjfkdjf

THEYRE SO STUPIDKSKFJSLFJSLGJDLGKDLGKDLGKDLGIDLFK

NOKSLFJDLFJDLFJDLFK

oh that was SO FUCKIN GOODKFKDJFKDJFKDJF

MAYBE HE CAN HOST THE CORRESPONDENTS DINNER NEXT YEAR - oh I'd be DOWN

not sunshine of my heart

ALEX'S SELF DEFENSE PILLOW

AND I ONCE SAW MITCH MCCONNELL EATING A BANANA

WHAT IF I SET MYSELF ON FIRE SJFKDJFLDJGKDJG

no one in their right mind would give you a gun

AMY'S DOG IM DUIGNKFJGLFJGKFJG

oh my fucking god

they're so fucking FUNNY

our first clip now here we are

alex is such an asshole I'm dying

god that is a PERFECT casting

"white, blonde and british" is a god tier of a line idc

THE FREESTYLE RAPS

VICKY SKFJSLGJDLGJDLGKFLF

IT MEANS YOU GOT GOOD TASTE ALEX

did alex just look at henry's lips WHORE

such a vast mental and emotional space in your head

awwww ALEX BABY

OH HE'S POUTING

NOT A SRRAWBERRY ALEXANDER KDFKDKGJDLGK

THEN KILL ME AND I WON'T HAVE TO GO

LATER SHAAN

WORKING CLASS CHIP OFF YOUR SHOULDER

oh?

NOT THE STICKERJSKFJDLGKDLGKFLGI

BUT WE WERE EVER SO CSREFUL DEAR

KMSMDJSKFJDLFKD

THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD

holy fucking SHIT

THAT IS SO GOOD

NOPE YOU ARE JUST AS GHASTLY AS I IMAGINED

NOPE I'M HANGING UP ON YOU

oh my fucking god that was SO GOOD

can you just YEAH just make yourself at home kid

THEY WOULDN'T IF THEY KNEW HIM! L8R

fuck me nora is so hot lmao

OH THEYRE HANGING OUT

YO QUISIERA ENAMORARME PERO NO PUEDO

I cannot BELIEVE THE CINEMATIC ASS SCENE WAS SET TO GET LOW

oh that was supposed to be nora wtf that's why it was so poignant

OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

in terms of coping I'm not coping

FUCK YOU JEFFREY

A DRINKING GAME SJFKSKFKDFJOD

FIRST 50 ROWS OF A GAGA CONCERT GAY

THE HAIR GRAB? THSTS SO SKFLDKFLD

DO NOT INTERRUPT ME

fuck nora is the love of MY LIFE

ew fuck off

oh my GOD he needs to shut up

okay I'm gonna die

AMYJDLGJDKFJFKGJFLG

NOT THE DICK JOKESJSKFJSKFKF

AGAINST A WALL

WHAT THE FJCKXKLSJFLSKF

WHAT THE FUCK THEY'RE SO HOT

I GUESS YOU COULD SAY I'M BISEXUAL

ARE THEY KNOWN FOR THEIR HOMOSEXUAL TENDENCIES

OH THEYRE SO SEXUWJAJGJDKG

AND SO AWKWARD ABOUT IT

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY POLO

they're so fucking HOT

god those eyelashes are fuckin exquisite

oh okay that was obscene

there's TWO things I've been dying to ask you

it's my life - doesn't mean you have to accept it lol

henry what the FUCK

ALEXANDER WHAT

HENRY?

IM DOWNDJFDLFJLD

DEAR

TUDTNME YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS

oh I can't breathe

oh okay I see it

oh shit okayb

oh that's so

HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT WHILE BALLS DEEP INSIDE HENRY

my god

I'm having lots of feelings

alex my fucking god

also henry is so quick to just cut right down to the chase I can't

IM LEARNING

ellen I will kill you

GET HER ALEX

GET HER ASS ALEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX

THE EMAILS

DON'T THEY HAVE NAPKINS IN TEXAS

the cgi is so bad lajdkdjfkfjfkfjfkfkf

love the romcom vibes

BUENAS NOCHES CABRON

EVER BEEN ON GRINDR - ONCE UNSUCCESSFULLY

oh my god they're fucking precious as hell

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUXKFJDKFJDKGJ

INKNEWNITKDLGJDKGJDLGJG

HENRUML

HENRY MO

GOOD MORNING

OH AND I TOLD MY SISTER

TECHNICALLY IM THE SPARE

THAT NO WAS IMMEDIATE

HENRY'S FACE

ellen's face of realization sjfldjfldjflf

oh that's

OG MY GOD

OGKDLGK NOT TRUVADA

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GIVE YOU THE NUCLEAR CODES

OG THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTEN

HENRÑWAS READING OLS

NOOOODJFKDJGKFJGKGJGKGK

alexander what's with that face are you in love or what

oh oscar no

y'all ARE a stupid idea

SHOWER TIME

I SERIOUSLY DOUBT THAT

oh my god alex

ALEXANDER NO

oh my god

HENRY'S FACE

AND IT FEELS SO RIGHT

I'm gonna fucking kill myself

I'm gonna rip my tits off

beatrice love of my LIFE

HENRY'S FACE

oh he's going OFF

alex my love

oh I'm gonna kill myself

NORA YOU GIANT GENIUS

lmao I'm sobbing lmao

I'm genuinely sobbing

PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME

god I'm shaking I'm sobbing so hard

I had to pause bc i got a headache from sobbing

HE DOES HAVE ONE KEY

I'm going to cry more lol

I'm going to dehydrate

yeah I'm going to fucking dehydrate

THE CHAIN IM KILLING MYSELF

I LOVE YOU I'LL BE AS PATIENT AS YOU NEED

go win and election

yeah I'm dehydrating lmao

god what is this marley and me I can't stop crying

DAVID

NO?

ALREADY?

ALREADY?????

ALREADYDJDJSJFKDJFLD

IT'S BEEN LIKE A MINUTE I CSNTB

oh my god I'm killing that fucking piece of shit

oh my god his address

ALEX AKFLDKFKDKFLFKF

ZAHRA

LIKE A COW IN LABOR

TOUCH ME AND DIE

HEY BABY

I'LL BEEAK THE SOUND BARRIER FOR YOU

I'm going to fucking kill myself

fuck me henry is so beautiful and so brave

they're fucking gorgeous and so married and so amazing

SPEAKING OF BOYFRIENDS ON STRINGS

OG godb

please do fly to the Maldives

this was such a miscast bc i can never look at stephen fry and not be absolutely smitten

OH HE HATES PHILIP SO MUCH LMAO

oh fuck you stephen fry

OH MY GOD ALEX

HOMOSEXUAL

THSKFJSKFJDLFKD

HENRY BABY

OSCAR

oh my fucking god they're so married

oh I'm gonkacry

THEIRJNSDS

OGNKTLDLS NO THE BIKES

DARLING

DO YOU THINK ANYONE NO5ICEDJDLGJDLGJDLGKDI

oh my god

my god I'm in tears

fuck

#rwrb livenats #rwrb spoilers

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annoying-probably · 2 years

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This is just a ramble about songs I want in prsk

Okay,,, I can't tell if Two Breaths Walking by Deco would be a VBS song or a L/n song? I think both of them would absolutely kill it.

I really. Absolutely want to see An do Secret Police by Buriru-P. She'd do it so well. She'd be. Literally amazing. Her and Kohane, actually. I just specifically want An to- she'd do so well??

Weekender Girl by kz!! I'm not the biggest fan of Livetune but I think Weekender is a bop. I don't know if it's just be miku bc it's hard to get a good replicate of such robotic songs, but MMJ! It's all preppy and the ProDiva video already has really nice choreography.

look. this one is a reach. Mafuyu/Tsukasa Copycat by CircusP. I have nothing else to say.

I KnOW WORLD IS MINE BY RYO IS ALREADY IN THE GAME BUT ITS AN ABSOLUTE CRIME WE DIDNT GET TO HEAR TSUKASA TENMA GO OFF!! HE DESERVES IT!! LET HIM BE THE CLASSIC MIKU DIVA!!!

moving on-

kigamure mercy by hachijou-p can fit every group except 25ji. and I do not care I'd happily listen to any of the group's do that song. It has vibes of a vbs song in the lyrics, but generally song vibes of like WxS/MMJ and I just think it sorta fits L/n.

It'd really hard telling what song could be MMJ or WxS because they do similar songs but. Like. That's it. I'd say WxS is more depressed but no MMJ has like. Patchwork.

you already have akitoya why not give them butterfly on your right shoulder(nori-p), sweet devil(hachijou-p I think?). Why not. Spice by Minato. (Almost all is /j but I do think they'd do Butterfly well.)

I have no reasoning other then voice fits good. loves true restraint, wakacha, kamishiro rui.

POSITIVE CLUB VS NEGATIVE CLUB! By Wonderful ✩ Opportunity!! Tenma Tsukasa and Tenma Saki :))) the song has very very minor /r undertones but can. easily just be Tsukasa being really nice to his sister. also just want him to go "alright! I'll die now! :D"

REALISTICALLY. I KNOW MY R BY KURAGEP IS A 25JI SONG. I CAN STILL WANT IT TO BE A WXS SONG. IT FITS!! THEM!!! RUI LEAD! NENE BRAID GIRL. EMU SHORT GIRL. TSUKASA CARDIGAN GIRL!!!

Getcha by KiraP and Giga. My best guess on who'd get this is probably vbs? An and Kohane main singers and either just them or Akito and Touya there for the backups or rap parts.

Unhappy Refrain!!!! By Wowaka!!! (Rest be him, of course.) Literally one of my favourite songs point blank. Leaning towards 25ji or VBS.

Hate it! Hate it! Huge ego! By KurageP! Tsukasa Tenma. let him breakdown. talk about his attention issues- all of wxs is autistic I said so we are autistic (/lh)

(could also be an Mizuki/Ena song I think :D)

Tokyo Teddy Bear. Neru. Ena and Akito. I couldn't decide between vbs or 25ji. So. This- this is what I got!

ANY HITOSHIZUKU AND YAMAP SONG - WXS

They'd do so well. Imagine the ∞ night series??? Schadenfreude???? Mistletoe and tree of Reincarnation. Cursed tower of Ai. Party×Party. Portrait of pirate. LET THEM DO THE FUNKY STORY SONGS I SWEAR. ALICE IN NY!!! ADD SAKI IN THERE FUNKY BAIT AND SWITCH!!

(Villager- Nene

Doll Girl- Emu

Doll Boy- Tsukasa

Maid- Miku

Butler- Kaito

Lady- Luka

Master- Rui

Mistress- Meiko. )See, Sega? Did your job for you.

honestly I don't care who it is. someone needs to sing Meltdown, by Iroha(Sasaki).

1925!!!!!!!! (T-pocket??) I just really like the idea of WxS doing it,,,

LITERALLY ANY MITCHE M SONG!!! MMJ!!

Let them do a funky news broadcast :)))

Hm,, Diagnosis; Love Sickness by Honeyworks! I really like this song,,, mmj!! They suit lots of Honey songs I think!

Matryoshka- Hachi. Ruikasa. Give the song with no meaning to the gay clowns !!! Do it!!! They deserve it! I really do think the song just fits their overall vibe. Pure chaos with nothing behind it. But dancing till you drop. Imagine them in the original MV style.

BLACK ROCK SHOOTER- L/N.

do I need to explain it- it's. ItS THEM- ITS JUST THEM- IM.NOT GOING TO KIN ASSIGN L/N MEMBERS TO BRS BUT,,,, CMON,,,,, ITS RIGHT THERE!!!!

SNOBBISM- Neru! Once again can't decide. WxS or VBS. Either of their boy pairs really??

World Domination; how to. Neru. (Hey do you think I like neru yet??) Nene and Rui. Or Emu and Tsukasa. Just- mainly the first two. Kid genius being pushed aside and bullied and the socially anxious introvert?? Yes. Just. Yes.

childishwar- reol. shinonome siblings. I don't think I have to talk about ThIS ONE??

Corpse Dance, Kikou, 25ji! Kikou. that's it. Probably Mafuyu lead.

I have been rambling awhile!! If you got this far, wow?? Thank you?? I'd let to hear more ideas and im v sorry for barely acknowledging l/n they're just kinda the catch all for any song,,, I could get more 25ji songs I just need to get my depression playlist. Sorry to mMJ- I DON'T- LISTEN TO A LOT OF POP?? MAINLY- MAINLY ROCK-

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mattsboldyy · 3 years

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memories - auston matthews

Summary- Y/N and Auston’s 2 year anniversary is coming up, you found yourself rethinking all of the happy, sad, funny, frustrating, and fun moments you and Auston had between the almost 2 years you’ve been together.

Words- 2K

Requested- No

Warnings- covid, fluff

Requests- Open

Author’s Note - The first part takes place in a covid free world. It’ll let you know when the whole covid thing starts in the fic. Enjoy!

3 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - JANUARY 2019

“Oh, look there’s Mitch and Auston!” Steph, Mitch Marner’s girlfriend said while pointing down to the ice where the Maple Leafs were warming up to face off against the Colorado Avalanche in the Scotiabank Area. You waved to Auston, with him giving you a little wave back. “You two are literally the cutest.” Steph said, sitting down in her seat next to your and the other WAGs. “Not as cute as you and Mitch.” You giggled, sitting down next to Steph. “He adores you, Y/N/N!” Steph said, showing you a picture of Auston looking at you with the cutest look on his face while standing on the beach from last month. You smile.

Some time later, the game was about to start. You were nervous because Colorado was a good team that season, but you reminded yourself that the Maple Leafs were having a wonderful season too so you tried not to worry.

About six minutes into the game, Mitch stole the puck and headed down the ice for a breakaway, Auston not to far behind him.

“Marner passes the puck to Matthews, back to Marner, and back to Matthews. Matthews shoots... AND SCORES!” the sports announcer said.

You and Steph both jumped to your feet, cheering, then giving each other and the rest of the WAGs high fives.

The rest of the game was somewhat of a mess. But the maple leafs ended winning 5-3! You and Steph was at the dressing room hallway when two very strong arms wrapped around you. You turned around and to your relief, there was Auston.

“Hey baby!” You said, giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi gorgeous.” Auston said.

“You played great tonight.”

“Thank you.” Auston said, smiling down at you with his hands still wrapped around your waist.

Soon after saying goodbye to Steph, which is also your best friend, and the other WAGs, you and Auston headed back to his apartment .

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You walked into the apartment right behind Auston and then shutting the door behind you.

You and Auston sat on the couch and watched ‘Love Island’ and cuddled.

After one episode, you looked over at Auston and smiled.

“Hey Aus?” You asked, still looking over at him.

“Yeah?” He said quietly with his eyes still closed.

“I love you.” You said.

Auston’s eyes flew open. “You what?”

“I love you!” You said.

“I love you too.” Auston said, getting of off the couch and walking over to you.

You giggled as he kissed you passionately.

9 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - JUNE 2019

“This food is good.” You said to Auston while looking at him across the restaurant table.

“Mhm.” Auston said, with his mouth full which made you laugh.

A few minutes later, Auston spoke up. “I have a question to ask you, and it’s okay if you say no because I understand.”

“Okay..” You said, with a confused look.

Auston then reached into his pocket and pulled out a key and slid it across the table.

“I want you to have this.” Auston said, looking at you.

“Your spare apartment key? You want me to move in with you?” you asked excitedly.

Auston nodded and grabbed one of your hands from across the table.

“I think I’m really in love with you Y/N and I really want you to move in with me.” Auston said, smiling slightly.

“Awh. I will move in with you Aus.” You said giving him a sweet smile.

11 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - AUGUST 2019

You shifted around in the bed your throat being a little sore so you opened your eyes to see that it was 6:00 am and Auston had practice at 7:00 am. You got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to find Auston eating breakfast. You went to say good morning but nothing came out. You had lost your voice and your throat had gotten a lot more sore when you tried to talk. Auston looked at you with worried eyes. He got up and walked towards you, guiding you back to bed.

“Stay right here, love.” Auston said leaving the bedroom.

Some time later, he came back with some soup, medicine, and tea.

“Thank you babe.” You said, very faintly.

You expected Auston to be leaving soon since he had practice but instead he grabbed the remote to the bedroom TV and went to get in his side of the bed.

“Don’t you have practice?” You said quietly

“Yeah.. but you’re sick and I don’t want you to be alone.” Auston said, scrolling through netflix, trying to find a show to watch.

You looked at Auston. How did you get so lucky? Auston also thought that same thought all the time. How did he get so lucky?

“I love you Aus.” You said while laying down on his chest.

“Love you too, Y/N/N.” Auston said, smiling down at you.

1 YEAR, 4 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - JANUARY 2020

You heard your phone ringing and saw your boyfriend’s picture pop up on your screen, so you answered the phone.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey babe.” He said,

You could tell something was wrong though... just by his tone.

“How’s practice?” You asked.

“Good.. but have you heard of this Covid-19?” Auston asked.

“Yeah.. I saw it on the news here and there.. hopefully it doesn’t get horrible.” You say, piecing the pieces together that Covid-19 was what he was worried about.

There was a short silence when you decided to speak up again.

“I’m sure everything's gonna be fine.” You re-assure Auston.

“Hopefully..” You hear Auston say.

“Well anyway, practice is about to start. I love you baby.” Auston said.

“Love you too Aus.” You say, while hanging up the phone.

1 YEAR, 6 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - MARCH 2020

Auston was at practice when your heart dropped when you saw a notification saying that the NHL season was canceled due to covid. You sat in disbelieve. You couldn’t imagine how sad and upset Auston was going to be when he got home. The whole city of Toronto was shutting down.

Not long after the news that the season was over, you heard the apartment door open.

“They cancelled it..” Auston said, walking into the apartment, and dropping his hockey bag.

“I heard..” You say, walking over to him to give him a hug. “I’m so sorry baby.” You say as you rub up and down his back.

“It’s not your fault.” Auston mumbles as he walked over to the couch, picking up the remote and turning on ‘Love Island’.

“Love Island, eh?” You ask, standing behind the couch with you arms crossed, laughing as Auston laughed with you.

“It’s my therapy.” Auston said, turning around and slightly smiling up at you.

“I bet it is Aus, I bet it is.” You said, turning around and walking into the kitchen.

1 YEAR, 10 MONTHS INTO DATING AUSTON - JULY 2020

“You ready?” Auston asked, opening the apartment complex’s main door with Felix’s leach in hand.

“Mhm!!” You say, starting to walk down the sidewalk in the city of Toronto,

A few minutes later, it turned into a race between you and Auston to get back to the apartment complex first. You were already out of breath but if Auston won, he’d tease you about losing. You kept running, trying not to think about Auston, and try and focus on your breathing.

About 20 minutes later, you had made it back to the apartment complex but with no sign of Auston or Auston’s dog, Felix. You waited for 5 more minutes with still no sign of Auston.

You started to get worried because he’s a professional athlete and you didn’t think it took them this long.

You tried calling Auston... 4 times.

You sat down on the bench outside the apartment complex and called Mitch, asking if he had heard from Auston. He of course, didn’t so then you just sat on the park bench, trying not to worry.

Soon, you saw Auston come into view, with Auston, his clothes, and Felix covered in mud.

Your jaw dropped.

When Auston and Felix finally reached you, you were still in disbelieve, wondering what happened to cause this mess.

“What happ-” You were asking when Auston cut you off.

“Felix saw a squirrel. His leach got out of my hand and he chased it. I lost my phone too..” Auston said.

You sat there for a minute before you started laughing so hard.

“I know. It’s so funny.” Auston said sarcastically, looking at you.

“Glad you have a sense of humor, Aus.” You said, getting up from the bench and patting Auston on the back and going back up to the apartment.

2 YEARS INTO DATING AUSTON - SEPTEMBER 2020

It was you and Auston’s 2 year anniversary. It was almost nine o’clock so the sun was down and it was dark outside. You had just gotten back from shopping and going to dinner with Steph, Mitch’s girlfriend. When you opened the apartment door, the whole living room and kitchen was decorated so beautifully. There was fairy lights wrapped around the room and candles lit on the kitchen island and dining table. Your jaw dropped in awe.

“Auston?” You called from the front door of the apartment, dropping your shopping bags.

“In here babe!” Auston called from the bedroom.

You opened the door and saw rose petals on the bed with a tiny box wrapped in white rapping paper and a gold bow. There was candles all over the room too. You gave Auston a sweet look before going over to Auston and rapping him in a huge hug and kissing him.

“Open it!” Auston said, gesturing over to the present laying on the bed.

You walked over to the bed an picked up the present, sitting down on the bed where the present used to be. You opened the present and there was a ring.

‘It’s a promise ring.” Auston said, sitting down beside you and putting his hand on your thigh.

“Auston! It’s gorgeous!” You said, looking at him.

The ring looked like this.

“I’m glad you like it.” Auston said, kissing your head and smiling down at the ring.

Auston then got up and reached for your hand, leading you to the kitchen and living room, where the candles and fairy lights were. Slow music started dancing and Auston put his hands around your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. Auston started slow dancing around the room with you.

“Auston.. this is so sweet of you.. but it feels like I’m at my high school prom again.” You giggled with Auston laughing with you.

“I love you Y/N/N.” Auston said, looking down at you.

“I love you to Auston, I will forever.” You said smiling up at him.

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 3 years

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If you're still taking prompts you should do some rebuke and hurt/comfort!!

Sorry this took so long, but luckily there's a lot of it!! Hope you enjoy!

This is part of my All Too Well Splinterverse series, so a direct sequel to something about it felt like home somehow, cause there we are again in the middle of the night, and so casually cruel in the name of being honest. It won't make much sense if you haven't read all three of those.

read on ao3 here!

Bobby gives it three days. Three days where he catches up on missing homework and takes his antibiotics and a lot of naps and feels like a terrible person. And then he calls Luke.

“I fucked up,” he says the second Mrs. Patterson passes over the phone, without so much as bothering to say hello.

“Whoa, uh, okay,” Luke says, and coughs a little awkwardly. “Did you cheat on me or something? Are we breaking up? Cause if we’re breaking up, you gotta at least give me twenty minutes to get over there; no way in hell am I letting you dump me over the phone.”

“No! What? No.” Bobby’s out in the studio for some privacy; he sits up on the couch and runs a hand through his hair, grips the cordless phone a little tighter. “This has nothing to do with you! I fucked up with Reggie.”

“Reggie?” Luke repeats. “Dude, what’d you do? Kick a puppy or something?”

Bobby lets out a sigh that’s really more of a groan. To be fair, he probably could’ve started this conversation with just a tiny bit of context. “ No. I just… I think I hurt his feelings.”

Luke’s quiet for a really long time, in that thoughtful, pensive way he usually only gets when he’s writing a song. It’s usually accompanied by a lot of bouncing and fidgeting, because Luke gets restless easily, and if he can’t expel energy through his mouth, he’s gotta let it out some other way or he’ll implode. It almost brings a smile to Bobby’s lips, just thinking about it. Finally, Luke says, “Can I come over?”

Despite himself, Bobby’s stomach flips at the question. He and Luke have talked almost every day in the last week or so, but they haven’t actually seen each other in person since Luke got out of the hospital. They’ve both been too sick, and then Luke’s been trying to stay home as much as he can, build some trust back up with his mom.

“I might be contagious still,” Bobby warns him, rubbing absently at his chest. “No fever since the day before yesterday, but I’ve still got this cough I can’t shake.”

Luke scoffs, like he knows just as well as Bobby how lame an excuse that is. “Bro, I’m pretty sure I can’t catch the cold I gave you. If you’re not ready, I get it, but… whatever happened with Reggie, I think it’d be easier if we talk face to face.”

Luke pauses, then adds, “Plus, you know… I really do want to see you.”

Bobby has to swallow past a piercing ray of sunshine shooting through his stomach. “I want to see you, too. Okay, come on over, just know my mom’s probably gonna fuss over you.”

“Yeah, well, the last time she saw me, I was unconscious and dying, so I can’t exactly blame her.”

A smile tugs at Bobby’s lips. He and Luke may have gotten together under the strangest circumstances— and “together” is still sort of a loose term; mostly, they’ve just made out a couple times and Luke gave Bobby bronchitis— but at least they have each other now. More than that, even— they both have their families back.

“Think your mom will be cool?” Bobby checks. “With you coming over, I mean? I know she’s been keeping you on kind of a tight leash. And I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“She’s barely met you,” Luke points out.

“Yeah, and the one time she did, she called me a kidnapper. And something in French that you refuse to translate.”

“Purely for your own good.” Luke’s teasing grin is audible, even over the phone. “Listen, Bobbers, that was an emotional day for us all, and Emily Patterson is hardly well-known for being calm and rational under stressful circumstances. But once I sat her down and explained everything to her, I think the ‘saved me from dying’ thing made up for the ‘hid me in your garage for two months’ thing. She likes you just fine.”

Bobby’s not entirely sure he believes him, but there’s no point in pushing it. “Well, if you need me to come over there instead, just let me know.” He starts to swing his legs off the couch, bending over to search for his shoes, but has to pause to cough into his elbow a few times, his chest twinging.

“Half an hour,” Luke insists. “And drink some tea while you wait for me, I don’t like that you’re still coughing.”

Bobby grumbles noncommittally, lays back down on the couch. “Just get over here, Patterson. I can’t deal with your mother henning over the phone.”

Luke breathes out a laugh, and it might just be the most beautiful sound Bobby’s ever heard. “Love you, too, baby.”

***

Luke hangs up the phone and immediately takes stock of himself.

The last week, living back at home with his mom and dad again, has not been nearly as bad as he thought it would be. Maybe he’s gotten more patient since running away from home. Maybe his parents have gotten a little more perspective. Maybe all three of them just needed a few months apart and a serious wake-up call to start seeing things through each other’s eyes.

Whatever the reason, Luke and his mom haven’t fought once since he moved back home, and his dad even told Luke he’d like to come to one of his shows once Sunset Curve starts playing again. They’ve had to establish a lot of new boundaries, the three of them, and quite a few ground rules— if Luke weren’t sick, he’d be in trouble, his mom said, but she thought his hospital stay and cracked ribs were punishment enough— but so far things have been good. And Luke would very much like to keep them that way.

So, he stands in front of the bathroom mirror and takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. The breath is free of congestion, doesn’t make him cough or hurt his ribs anymore. His face is a little red— purely just because talking to Bobby these days makes him blush like crazy— so he splashes some cool water on his face and waits until the flush fades from his cheeks before he heads out to the living room.

Emily’s sitting on the couch with her knitting, an old episode of The Brady Bunch playing low on the TV. She looks up and smiles when he enters, and Luke’s skin crawls a little. She gets this look on her face sometimes, when she looks at him now. Like she can’t believe how lucky she is. Like she still sort of expects to wake up and find she’s lost him. Again.

It makes Luke feel all sorts of guilty.

“Off the phone?” she asks him, a little redundantly, as he hands over the cordless. “How’s Robert?”

“Bobby’s feeling better,” Luke says honestly. He sticks his thumbs through his belt loops and rocks back and forth on his heels, standing awkwardly in front of the couch. “Can I go to his tonight? Something happened between him and Reggie, I was gonna help him out.”

Emily frowns, but doesn’t outright refuse, or accuse him of lying so that he can go out and play a club or something, like she might have three months ago. Maybe she really does trust him more now, or maybe she just likes Reggie enough to put aside her suspicions, but all she says is, “How are you feeling?”

Luke takes another slow breath, letting her hear how it doesn’t so much as catch in his throat. “No cough, no fever. Ribs only hurt when I get out of breath, but I’ll bike slowly, and we won’t be playing or anything. I’ll leave my guitars here, even.”

He sees it in his mom’s expression— the trust in him, the complete and utter belief she has that he’s telling her the truth. It’s something he might’ve taken advantage of, before. But for the first time in his life, he has absolutely no desire to lie to her.

Emily gently lays her knitting down on the coffee table in front of her and gestures Luke forward, stretching out a hand. He obediently leans down to let her brush his fringe aside and feel his forehead.

She hums approvingly a moment later and lets him go. “Ask your father to drive you. Will you be home for dinner, or are you spending the night?”

“I’m not sure,” Luke says, “but I’ll call around five either way?”

“Perfect.” She gives him that smile again— that look — and Luke turns away before he can think too hard about how much he doesn’t deserve it.

His dad is quiet on the drive over, but he lets Luke fiddle with the radio and kick his feet up on the dashboard, and doesn’t protest when Luke rolls the window up and down every five minutes. He parks the car in Bobby’s driveway, right outside the studio, but doesn’t shut the engine off. Something tells Luke to linger an extra moment or two before getting out.

“You need any money?” Mitch asks, finally.

No, but I’ll take some, Luke would’ve said, before, and then probably blown it on junk food or guitar picks or something. Instead, he shakes his head, leg bouncing, says, “Nah, dad, we’re just gonna be talking.”

Mitch nods and leans forward to peer through the windshield up at the studio. Luke follows his gaze. He can only imagine what his dad must be thinking: So this is where my son was living for two months because he didn’t feel safe at home.

“I’ll call home to let you know when to pick me up,” Luke says, desperate to fill the silence, and reaches for the door handle. “See you later, Dad.”

He catches half a glimpse of his father’s face as he heads up the drive: Mitch looks pensive and sad, and at least twenty years older than he really is.

Luke drags in a breath, and tries not to feel too guilty.

He’s barely rapped his knuckles against the studio door when it’s yanked open from the inside and Luke gets a faceful of t-shirt as Bobby tugs him into a strong-armed hug.

“Hey!” Luke laughs breathlessly. “I missed you, too.”

Bobby presses his face into Luke’s neck, tightening his hold. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, baby.” Luke rubs his back, trying to follow his instincts without getting too self-conscious. He hasn’t seen Bobby in a while, and somehow using pet names and terms of endearment was easier over the phone. Holding him and letting himself be held was easier when he was sick and hurting and had an easy excuse. But he doesn’t want Bobby to think Luke loves him any less, or that Luke’s ashamed of him or something, just because they’re both healthy.

Still. “We should get inside,” he murmurs, lips pressed into Bobby’s hair. “My dad’s kinda sitting in his car watching us, and I can feel him getting uncomfortable.”

Bobby snorts, his shoulders shaking under Luke’s touch. But then he nods and pulls away, swiping the back of his hand across his face; Luke thinks he catches the glisten of tears.

Inside the studio, with the doors shut tight and the sound of Luke’s dad’s car disappearing down the street, Luke sits Bobby down on the couch and says, “So. Reggie.”

Bobby’s quiet as he tells the story, his head ducked low and his hands clasped tightly between his legs. Luke keeps a hand on Bobby’s back, rubbing gentle circles as he listens to Bobby talk.

When he goes quiet, Luke takes a minute to breathe and think, before he carefully summarizes, “So… Reggie’s mad at you cause you didn’t wanna tell Alex about your headaches?”

“Reggie’s mad at me,” Bobby corrects, his voice breathy with exhaustion, “because I didn’t wanna tell him either. If he hadn’t caught me in the middle of one, I probably wouldn’t have said anything at all.”

“How come?” Luke tries for gentle, but he’s not sure he quite makes the mark. “You had no trouble telling me.”

“You’re easy,” Bobby grumbles. “I didn’t exactly have to try hard to make a good first impression. Doesn’t matter so much if you think I’m weak.”

“And it does with Reggie?” He doesn’t bother asking about Alex. Luke loves the guy, but he knows better than anyone how bitey and judgmental Alex can get. How slow to trust. Luke doesn’t much love showing weakness in front of Alex either. But Reggie… “Bro, Reggie just wants to be helpful. He’d care that you’re hurting, not that you weren’t totally together all the time. He wouldn’t think you’re weak.” He adds as an afterthought, “...and Alex would get over it.”

Bobby huffs out a laugh. He chokes on it, then turns away from Luke to cough into his fist. Luke rubs his back, feeling the tremors that the coughing fit causes, and winces in sympathy as Bobby takes a slow breath and rubs his chest like it hurts. Luke knows the feeling.

Acting on instinct, Luke reaches over and brushes Bobby’s hair back, pressing a palm to his forehead. He doesn’t feel warm, thank god, but he still leans into the touch, his eyes closing in relief, even as he mumbles, “Told you, I don’t have a fever.”

“I know,” Luke says softly, and really means, I’m sorry. “You want my advice, about Reggie?”

Bobby gives a tiny nod, makes a soft whining sound in the back of his throat that Luke is pretty sure is supposed to be a yes.

“You don’t have to try so hard. Reggie and Alex both, they… they want to be your friends. You just gotta let them.” He runs his hand through Bobby’s hair in slow, gentle strokes. “And with Reggie, a sincere apology goes a long way.”

Bobby nods again and slumps over to lay his head on Luke’s shoulder. “I’ll call him in the morning. For tonight…” Luke feels him tense, but when Bobby lifts his eyes to Luke’s, they’re open and vulnerable and honest, as he says, “Will you stay?”

Luke’s heart does a happy little flip-flop inside his chest. “Of course I will.” He presses a kiss to Bobby’s head and reluctantly pushes himself up off the couch. “Lemme just go call my folks and let them know I’m sleeping over. If I’m not back in ten, assume your mom’s kidnapped me to test out that aromatherapy treatment she kept going on about. And I’m bringing you tea.”

Bobby protests out of principle, calls him a nuisance, and a worrywart and a nag, but Luke feels Bobby’s smile on his back all the way out the door.

***

Reggie drops his bike along the wall beneath the Pattersons’ front window and skips up to the door, swallowing back the nerves drying his throat before quickly jabbing his finger against the doorbell.

Its chime echoes long and loud, enough that it makes Reggie flinch, makes him pick at his fingers and start to think that maybe coming here wasn't the best idea after all.

Because Luke’s still recovering. Luke’s got a boyfriend now. Luke shouldn’t have to spend time and energy worrying about Reggie and all his problems.

But before Reggie can turn around and leave, the door opens, and Luke’s mom smiles at him.

“Reginald! How are you, dear?”

“Very well, thank you!” Reggie smiles politely, bouncing on his heels a little. “How are you, Mrs. P?”

“I’m just fine, Reginald.” She leans against the doorway, her expression turning a little amused. “Did you need something, dear? Luke’s not home.”

“Oh, he’s not?” Reggie’s heart sinks. He clears his throat a little. “Um, is he… do you know when he’ll be back?”

“Probably not until morning. He’s staying at Robert’s tonight.”

“He’s sleeping over?” he repeats, surprised. Mitch and Emily Patterson don’t seem like the kind of parents who’d be particularly chill about their son spending the night at his boyfriend’s house.

It only then occurs to Reggie that maybe they don’t know Bobby is Luke’s boyfriend…

“I have the phone number,” Mrs. Patterson says, oblivious to Reggie’s conundrum, “if you needed to get in touch with Luke.”

“Oh. Oh, no, it’s okay.” Reggie fixes his smile back into place, swallows thick disappointment. “I’ll head over to Bobby’s, or… or I’ll catch Luke another time. Thanks, Mrs. P!”

He thinks she might start to say something else, but Reggie doesn’t hang around to listen. He scoops up his bike and disappears down the drive, pedaling as hard as he can so the adrenaline will overtake his complex jumble of emotions.

He shouldn’t bother Luke. He doesn’t really need him. He’d just been lonely, and his parents were fighting, and getting out of the house seemed like a really good idea at the time. Plus, he’s been sulking for days now since he yelled at Bobby, and Luke somehow always knows how to cheer Reggie up, even if Reggie wasn’t exactly planning on telling him what’s wrong.

But Luke’s with Bobby. Reggie can’t interrupt them. Luke will almost undoubtedly be mad at Reggie if he finds out Reggie shouted at his boyfriend. Bobby’s probably mad at him already.

As far as Reggie knows, Bobby might just turn him away on sight. Before Reggie even has half a chance to apologize.

Despite this thought process, Reggie’s bike skids to a stop on familiar concrete, bringing him to the realization that he rode to the studio without even thinking about it.

One of the doors has been left open. He can smell popcorn and spices carried out on the wind. He can hear Luke’s laughter, Bobby coughing, a Rolling Stones album playing softly in the background.

It makes Reggie’s throat feel tight, makes it hurt to breathe. He’s so… lonely. He wants what they have, and knows he can’t get it.

He should just go home.

He starts to turn away, but Luke’s voice stops him, calling, “Reg, hey! What are you doing here, man?”

Reggie swallows and awkwardly turns back to face the studio, where Luke’s lounging in the doorway grinning at him, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Reggie manages a tiny smile of his own that he can only hope is convincing. “Hey, Luke. You, uh… your mom told me you’d be here.”

Reggie starts to add, But I should probably just go, but the words die on his tongue when Bobby appears over Luke’s shoulder, looking pale and tired, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders up at his ears.

“Hey, Reg,” Bobby says, low and gruff.

Reggie swallows, his hands tightening their grip around the handlebars of his bike. “I just… I wanted to talk to Luke?” he says simply, which isn’t totally a lie. “But I can go… if I’m not welcome.”

“What?” Bobby’s expression crumples, and he pushes past Luke to step forward, toward Reggie. “Reg, no, I— of course you’re welcome here. You’re always—” He breaks off, glancing over his shoulder at Luke, who gestures encouragingly. Bobby sighs and turns back, squaring his shoulders. “Reggie, I need to apologize to you. Again.”

Reggie gapes, baffled. “Wha— I— Bobby, no, I should be apologizing to you!”

“Me? Why?”

“Cause I yelled at you.”

“Yeah, but you were right!” Bobby takes another step forward, close enough that he can reach out a hand to hover over Reggie’s, still gripping tight to his handlebars. “Reggie, I’m not good at asking for help. I’m not used to being seen as weak and not having that be a bad thing. But I’m done lying, and I’m done hiding things. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, Reg. And I do want to be your friend.” He takes a deep breath, shoots Luke another quick look, and then says softly, “I’m gonna start being better, Reggie. I promise. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like I didn’t trust you. Like I didn’t like you. I do. I really do.”

Reggie’s left speechless, and a little choked. He stands there for a few moments, his mouth working but no sound coming out, and stares at Luke and Bobby both, searching their faces for any hint of a sign from either of them that Bobby’s kidding or making fun of him.

Reggie knows Bobby doesn’t mean it— liking him — the way Reggie wants him to, the way Reggie likes him back. But it still puts a lump in his throat, to hear Bobby say it at all — Bobby who never admits to liking anyone!

Reggie doesn’t realize he’s started crying until he tastes salt on his lips and Luke bounds forward to pull Reggie into his arms. That seems to break the floodgates open, then; Reggie lets his bike fall to the concrete with a clatter, buries his face in Luke’s shirt, and sobs.

Luke doesn’t ask why he’s crying, or tell him to stop. He just holds Reggie tight, and when Reggie chokes out, “I was just so lonely, ” whispers, Shh, it’s okay, I know.

Somehow, they end up inside the studio on the folded-out couch. Luke gently pushes Reggie to lie down in the middle, and then immediately climbs in next to him, pulling a mountain of blankets over them both.

After a few moments of awkward hesitation, Bobby joins them on Reggie’s other side, lowering himself gently onto the mattress and curling up so that Reggie feels his warmth without them actually touching.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Reggie gasps out, his tears starting to slow.

“I wish you’d do it more often.” Bobby gives him a tiny smile and slowly slides his hand into Reggie’s. “You can’t get rid of me, man. I got you.”

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harry-writer16 · 4 years

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No Feelings Allow

Type: imagine

Warning: smut, oral sex, and just rough fucking

A/N I really hope you guys enjoy this, Please like and reblog. Thank you so much for those of you who support me and my writing. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING

Y/N POV

I snuggle into Harry as much as I possibly can, since I know pretty soon things are gonna have to go back to normal. You see Harry and I have been in this fuck buddies/ friends with benefits relationship for a while now. The worst part is that I’m starting to catch feelings for him, and I know in things like this the number one rule is NO FALLING IN LOVE, yet here I am like a total loser falling in love.

This is how it all begun, well for me at least....

It all started when I first join harry’s band and as a form of celebration we when out for drink.

Bad Idea

I’m just gonna skip to the good part, since I don’t remember anything before that, I was honestly too drunk to even be aware of the world around me.

Flashback beings

“Fuck Harry! go f-faster” I tell him

“you like that huh? Like being fuck against a bathroom wall, like having my big cock deep in your tight cunt” he whisper sensually in my ear

“Yes! Fuck yes! I-I do” I tell him, I don’t even try to keep my voice down because well I can’t all this feels do good. his face is burry in my boobs sucking on them harshly, he is playing and rubbing my clit with his free hand. He is thrusting into me roughly, and fast that I squeeze him every time he is going in and out me. I’m a moaning mess, his moans are getting muffle by my boobs.

All this is feeling too good, I just can’t help myself but to cum. “H-harry, I-Im *moan* C- *moan* cum!” tell him,

he comes up from my boobs and says “ you gonna cum, I’m cumming *moan* too *moan* but I want you to kiss me *moan* wanna have a proper snug with you Y/N”

We kiss, a passionate and intense kiss . My tongue against his, saliva mixing, I can feel a bit of saliva coming out from the corner of mine and his mouth. Not too long into the kiss and I feel myself cum as well as harry. After we are both done cumming, we pull away from the kiss to catch our fucking breath. A string of salvia follows.

End of Flashback

After that I have no idea what happened, I think I might have pass out but I don’t remember. Needless to say, that the wasn’t going to be last time we were gonna do it. The second time happened while we were in a meeting about tour, he send me a text that said and quote “your tits are sticking out, and I wanna suck on them. Please🥺” My eyeballs almost roll of my sockets when I saw the text, that didn’t stop him from bending me over the bathroom sink and fucking me.

From there we pretty much just kept doing that. Fucking. We became friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. and it’s not like I wanted to be more than that, but after a certain amount of meaning less fucks, I couldn’t help but to feel shit for him.

God how much I wish I didn’t

I decide to put a stop to my thoughts, and get up. Once I’m off the bed, I rap the blanket around me and go search for my clothes. Once I get a hold of my underwear, I put it on and start to look for my t-shirt and jeans. I manage to find my jeans in record time, usually takes me longer for some reason. As I’m putting them on, I hear harry talk. “morning” he says, turning over to his back, putting his hand behind his head.

“morning” its all I say “have you seen my shirt?” I ask him, he only points to upwards, I slowly turn my head to look at the ceiling. My shirt its stuck on the ceiling fan! how did it end up there?!

Harry just stands from the bed, nude, walks over to his suitcase, picks one out a random shirt and throws it at me. he raps a towel around his waist.

“we went wild last night, how are you still walking?”

I just roll my eyes and laugh, he does too

“are you coming over tonight?” he ask me

“I don’t know maybe” I answer

He just nods his head

“ok I’m gonna go, see you later” I’m about to go but he stops me

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he says and I just stop and think for moment

“my kiss, gimme a kiss” he says, what? why?

Rather than question him, I just walk over to him and kiss him. I pull away and leave the room

That was new

~~~~~~~~~

Before the Concert

Y/N POV

Harry and I are just chilling around in his dressing room before the concert, which starts i like 10-15 mins. I’m sitting on the mini couch playing a game on my phone, while he is doing his voice exercise. I guess I’m so into this game I don’t release that he stop “Y/N are you listening to me?” he ask

“yes?” comes out more as a question rather than a statement

“I said what do you think of my suit?” he ask

I look at him, my eyes going up and down but they stop at his neck, that’s when I spot it. A hickey. I drop my phone on my lab

“what? You don’t like it or something?”

“your neck Harry! you have a hickey” I told him standing up looking at his neck.

He puts his hands around my waist, pecks my lips

“god what if your fan see it OMG! what if people find out that you -” He cuts me off

“Y/N chill, Its normal, I doubt fans will notice” he assures me, i just nod.

During the concert

We just got done with Adore You, now harry is interacting with the fans, everything is going well until someone shouts

“HARRY WHERE DID YOU GET THE HICKEY?!”

Then another

“HARRY WHO GAVE YOU THE HICKEY?! WAS IT Y/N?!”

Then another

“Y/N DID YOU GIVE HARRY THAT HICKEY?!’

It continues, until harry spoke

“guys! Calm down! But it seems like you all interesting in Y/N I’m gonna let her answer the question” he said while turning around and winking at me

“That’s a proof of how much of a mob you can be” I said

Everyone laugh including harry, he gave me a thumb up and continue

“ok this next one is call To Be So Lonely, sing if you know that lyrics”

We start playing “Nice save” Mitch told me

I when Pale.....

After the concern

I start to walk towards Mitch dressing room, I open the door to fine him putting stuff into a bag, he was about to speak but I don’t let him

“how you know?” I ask him

“ It wasn’t that hard, C’m why else would you come out of his room every morning with his shirt on? or perhaps all the times you guys sneak off to fuck in the bathroom? doesn’t take rocket science to figure out what you two are up to” he tells me

“I-how long have you known?”

“for sure today, assuming two weeks after your welcome party”

“why didn’t you tell me”

“didn’t wanna be one to ruin the fun for the two of you, that and it really isn’t any of my business plus I can tell you like him”

“what? I-maybe...” I say my voice fading at the end

“they all fall for the spell” he said and I gave him a confused look

“seat and I’ll explain” we both took a seat on the couch

“it happens all the time he shags a girl, they fall for him but with you he might have fallen too” he said and I mouth a how

“He kept you for more than a month, sneaks you into his bedroom every night, gives you one of his shirts to ware. the list goes on, I can see your not a simple shag your something else plus if you where he would’ve probably fire you and ended things with you a long time ago”

“I guess you might be right” I told him

“I have to go he-”

“is waiting for you” he finish my sentence and I just nodded

~~~~~~~~~~~

I was right, Harry was waiting for me. As soon as he saw, we when straight to the car and his driver drove us to the hotel. I’m currently in his room sitting on the bed, he is in the bathroom doing god knows what. I honestly thought we were gonna have sex.

“What are you doing in their princess?” I ask him

“I’m getting the bath ready, come in here to pick the bath bomb” he said and I’m confused why a bath? and just why? he seems to be putting a lot more effort this days. I get up walk towards the bathroom. Once I’m I see harry standing in nothing but his boxers and holding two bath bombs one on each hand. I stand in front of him.

“where did you get this? and the pink one with flower” I told him

“fan gave them to me, thought it was time to put them to good use”

I just nod my head, he drops the bath bomb in the tub

“Come on get undressed the water is getting” he told me to and took off his boxer, got into the tub. I got undress and in the tub my back to his chest. he starts to cares my arms with the tip of fingers. He leans in and whisper in my ear. “you’re so beautiful”

I feel one his hands go in between my thighs “you’re wet aren’t you? this is what you’ve been waiting for all night, been waiting for me to care of you, take care of your pussy” he says and I only moan

next thing you know, I feel one his fingers go up and down between my lips. I moan a little bit louder this time. “lift your your legs and place them on top of the sides of the tub”

Once I do, he doesn’t bother waiting and inserts two fingers into my cunt, he starts to finger me harshly, its a mixture of pain and pleasure. I keep moaning

“H-harry F-faster *moan*” he adds another finger

“you want it fast you dirty slut, fuck yourself on my fingers, I know you want to”

I moan at his words, he keeps talking to me and saying things like

“you’re so tight”

“bloody hell, you getting even wet”

“Fuck yes, keep fucking yourself on my fingers, move those hips you dirty slut”

I move my hips faster, his finger going in and out my cunt my a slapping noise, with his other hand he is rubbing my clit, fast really fast.

“c-cum C-CUM *moan* Fuck! Please” feels too good, I can’t even make a proper sentence

“cum Y/N be my little cum slut and cum for me” he said and I did, I came hard, I was trying to catch my breath

“need to fuck you, turn around and ride me” he demanded

“can’t cunt its too sore” I told him

“wasn’t asking, now fuck me”

he turn me around, so I was straddling him. without a warning he put his cock inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream

I start to bounce up and down on his cock, we are both moaning extremely loud.

“Fuck Yes! Bounce faster baby!” He said and I try but my cunt is too sore, he however decided to take matter into his own hands and helps me bounce faster, there is water splashing everywhere. He then somehow took one of my tits into his mouth and started sucking on it.

“AH! G-GOOD *Moan* H-HARRY- CUM *moan* PLEASE!”

��I’m Fuck- Cumming too baby”He said

“cum, cum for me” I did I came so fucking hard and so did he

we just sat there for a second, catching our breath, Harry was rubbing my back up and down with one his hands.

“I think we need a shower” he said, I just look up at him and nodded

“I’m sore, carry me?” I ask and he nodded with a smile

After the shower, Harry and I decided to just chill and watch some TV, not too long after that we felt asleep.

~~~~~~

The next morning Harry had an interview at the Howard show. They were in the middle of something when Howard suddenly ask if there were any secret affairs going on in the band. Wow things got award very fast.

“so not affairs with the lady’s? Y/N?” he ask , harry and I just look at each other and awkwardly laugh

“You two have been link a lot together, specially after the whole hickey thing that happen in your last concert.” he said,

“No, we are pretty good friends... it would be awkward to think of a friend like that, it’s not right” Harry said rambling a bit

“Y/N” Howard said, Mitch looked at me and raised his eyebrows

“Umm.. Mitch and Sarah but I don’t think that accounts as an affair, I mean everybody knows about them.”

“so no harry?” he ask again, I just laugh shaking my head

“no, I don’t think he can handle a woman like me” I said some oh’s and laughs were heard

“thanks that really helped my ego” He said

“that’s what I’m here for” I said

The interview continued, he move on to other topics to be honest I kinda zone out.

~~~~~~

After the interview, Harry said to go to his room for some netflix and chill, I already new what he wanted. I knock on his door

“hey”

“hey” I said

“remind me to give you a key” he said, I nodded and when to his bed

“whatcha you watching?” I ask him

“I don’t know”

He pulls me into his lap

“kiss me, you haven’t given me a kiss”

I kiss him,

“I wanna snug you, fucking kiss me right” he told me

We started to make out, saliva mixing, mouth exploring, tongues dancing. We were so into this, it was hard to hear someone knocking.

“go open the door and rid of whoever it is” I told him once we pull away

he nodded, I got off his lap and he got up to open the door. I heard the door open and a voice as well

“hey I’m here to work on the lyrics” Mitch fucking Mitch its here

“So I was thinking- Y/N what are you doing here? was I- Did I interrupt something” he ask and I just look at harry

“actually she was leaving” I look at him, seriously I’m the one who gets kick out why?, I don’t understand he call me not Mitch, I was mad, I’m done getting treated like I’m not important or only a fuck toy. I explode it

“I’M DONE HARRY, I’M SO FUCKING DONE, WITH THIS AND- AND EVERYTHING, DON’T EVER GO LOOKING FOR ME AGAIN, FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” they were both shock at my sudden outburst, I got up from the bed and storm out the room to mines.

~~~~~

After a good 15 min I heard a knock on my door

“if its Harry go away” I said loud enough

“Actually its Mitch Can we talk” I got up and open the door

“talk”

“he is confused, devasted, thinks it’s his fault, and he knows I know.” he said

“you told him?” I ask him

“not really, he just figure, anyways I think he wants more than what you guys have now”

“what if I get hurt?”

“God Y/N its Harry and love so of course you’ll get hurt but I also know he will take care of you, I’m almost certainly sure that he loves you, he wants more than this, take a risk for the both you because I know how much you two need it” He told me

“ok yeah, I’m gonna go talk to him” I got up and headed towards the door but Mitch stops me

“here I think you are gonna this” he hands me a key

his room key

I smile and nodded

~~~~~

Once in his room, I go to where he is standing.

“hey” I say he jumps a little, and I just giggle

“Hello, how did you get in?” he ask

“Mitch gave me a key” I said lifting up the key

he nodded we stay in silence for a moment

that is before I had enough and just go up to him and kiss him.

We kiss for a little before I pull “I want more than this too” I whisper against his lips

“be mine?” he ask

“I was always yours” I tell him

We keep kissing, we move onto the bed, he lays me on my back, he starts to kiss my neck.

“Harry” I moan

“yes darling” he says

“can we-I wanted- 69″ I said

“you wanna try 69?” he ask and I nodded

“I’m down top or bottom?” he ask me again

“top” I said

We undressed until we are completely nude the we get in position. With my cunt towards his face and his cock in mine. He starts me off by teasing my clit and slit my wetness around my pussy while he is doing that I start to give him Kitty licks on his tip. I decided that’s enough for me, and I start to suck, he on the other hand keeps teasing my clit and starts fucking my cunt with his tongue. he is moaning into my cunt and I’m moaning into his dick. he starts to rub me fast and hard, while I suck on him faster. little bits of cum dripping on the side of my mouth. He keeps eating me out so good.

“OH MY FUCKING SHIT MY EYES BURN!” I hear a voice scream, I fall off the bed, I scream when I see who it was

“the fuck how did you get in?!”I grab the blanket and cover myself and so does harry

“seriously man, fucking knock next time!” harry said

“My eyes still burn, You both are nasty, I’m out of here” Mitch said his hands covering his eyes, he bumps and trips a few times before making it out of the room.

Harry and I just look at each other and laugh

but its not too long before we are back to 69

~~~~ Harry + 69 = 💀

Thank you for reading.....

#harry styles masterlist #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry x reader #harry and y/n

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 4 years

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dont you think that harry hits the whoah so much and singa tiktok songs and everyone in the band is done with it - inagine harry hitting the whoah and mitch rolling his eyes and being like "fucking stop"

HE’S SO DUMB ITS PROBABLY LIKELY

Can you imagine the sound team telling him to sound check the equipment and he does the “this is for Rachel” rap

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zvkos · 4 years

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Which one of the 'kids' would listen to rap ?

marlon and louis definitely. i imagine they like to listen to their favorite rap songs during car rides together, yell-rapping the lyrics LOL

mitch i can see him listening to it sometimes, not often though. it’s a hilarious HC of mine, but i even see ruby listening to popular rap songs sometimes. even aasim sometimes, maybe on his playlists when he goes running. minnie is also a sometimes. besides them, i don’t see the rest of kids going out of their way to listen to rap.

#fun question!#ask #sonicole #instantcrush

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years

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Promises part 4 || Auston Matthews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Welp...here’s part 4 yinz. Ft. Morgan Rielly (hope this satisfies you for now anon) with mentions of Mitch Marner, Frederik Andersen, and Zach Hyman. Let me know what you think.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2224

Taking care of Owen was honestly the brightest part of each and every day. He was the happiest baby and watching him grow was such a blessing.

The day before he turned two months old you’d asked Auston to bring you a puck home. Though he was confused, he had complied, leaving it on the island so you’d find it. The team had left for a road trip early the following morning and Auston was at dinner with a few of the guys when you’d attached him into a group chat with his parents and sisters as well as some of the guys whose numbers he’d insisted you needed if you were going to be taking care of Owen frequently.

Since you weren’t there to see it, you could only imagine Auston’s reaction when he saw the photo of Owen lounging on the couch with his Carlton stuffed bear next to him and the puck with a silver ‘2’ written on it laying on his stomach. Things had been too crazy for anyone to think about documenting Owen’s first month development but it was something that you wanted to make sure happened from here on out. Especially with Auston on the road so much, you thought it would be a good way for him to reflect and look back on Owen growing up.

The photo received glowing comments from Auston’s family as well as some of the guys who loved that you had included hockey into the theme. You already knew what you were going to do at months three and four and you were sure Auston would love those as well.

____

You’d officially been helping to take care of Owen for a month the first time you’d met any of Auston’s teammates. With the boys having an off day besides an early practice you weren’t even supposed to be over at Auston’s that day since he could take care of his son when the nanny left.

Plans changed though when the nanny, Maria, called you around 3pm because Owen had been screaming his head off for nearly two hours. Nothing she did would calm him which was strange because you’d seen her with Owen and he had taken to her well.

Since you were done with class for the day, you’d told her that you would head over and see if you could get him to sleep. Within five minutes of you taking Owen, he’d stopped his tantrum and was curled against you sound asleep. Maria murmured something about how he’d just missed you and while you hated to admit it, it seemed like she had a point. She seemed exhausted and seemed like she had a headache so you assured her that she could head home and you would stay with Owen. As she left she informed you that Auston had mentioned having the guys over around dinner time.

You were dancing around the kitchen with Owen watching you from his swing when Auston came home. He was talking loudly with Mitch Marner, Morgan Rielly, Frederik Andersen, and Zach Hyman and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to be quiet in case the baby is sleeping…” You called out scolding them teasingly, honestly thankful that Owen had woken from his nap shortly before because you would be annoyed if they had woken him after how long it had taken you and Maria to get him to sleep.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Auston asked when he came around the corner to find you layering noodles with pasta sauce, ricotta cheese, and a mixture of italian sausage and ground beef. If the guys were going to be here for dinner you figured homemade lasagna was better than them ordering pizza out.

“Maria called me when Owen wouldn’t stop screaming.” You declared with a shrug, turning to grab a bag of italian cheese out of his fridge. “And before you ask or insinuate, no she wasn’t doing anything wrong, she was super patient with him, he just was being fussy and evidently missed me.” After adding the final layers to the lasagna, you popped it into the oven and set the timer before looking back at him. “And she had the start of a migraine coming on so I told her to go home and that I’d stay here.”

“Oh.” Auston murmured and before he could say anything else his teammates had descended on the kitchen.

“There’s the little man…” Mitch declared spotting Owen and seeing the baby crinkle his face up you chuckled to yourself as you turned to fetch a bottle as Owen’s cries echoed through the room. Mitch immediately jumped back declaring that he hadn’t even touched him and after running the bottle under hot water and testing it on your wrist you held it out to him.

“He’s just hungry. If you pick him up and feed him I’m sure you’ll be his new best friend.” You assured him. Once his teammates helped him get a handle on Owen, you handled the bottle over to let Mitch feed him and then turned back to the kitchen to cut up some vegetables for a salad.

“You don’t have to do all that…” Auston whispered softly from beside you.

“I don’t mind, but if you want me to leave so you can have boys night that’s fine.” You stated, wiping your hands on a dish towel as you glanced over your shoulder at him. The last thing you wanted to do was interfere with his life. You were friends and you watched Owen but that was all and so if he wanted some time alone with his teammates you certainly couldn’t fault him for that.

“No. No. It’s fine.” He assured you. “I just...you already do so much. You don’t have to make dinner for all my teammates too. We could have just ordered out.”

“Yeah because that’s good for you…” You stated smirking. “I’d rather you guys not be sluggish tomorrow because you ate unhealthy take out with way too much sodium. It’s not like throwing together a lasagna is hard Aus…”

Throwing his hands up in defeat he murmured a thank you before heading to chat with his teammates and supervise his best friend feeding his son. It wasn’t long before the empty bottle was being placed beside the sink and you called out a reminder to bump Owen because otherwise getting him to sleep tonight would be as difficult as it was this afternoon and you really didn’t want a cranky baby tomorrow because he didn’t sleep enough today.

With dinner completely prepped, you slipped back to the guest bedroom where all your things were in order to relax for a few minutes while the lasagna cooked. With your door cracked, the noise was muffled and you were able to flop down on the bed to try and get some reading done for your classes the next day.

With your focus on your reading material you didn’t look up until there was a rap at the door and Morgan Rielly popped his head into the room.

“Um..y/n the timer on the stove went off and no one was sure if it meant food was done or…”

Sliding off the bed after marking your spot in your book you followed him back to the kitchen.

“It’s almost done, I just need to pull the foil off and put it back in with some garlic bread.” The bread was homemade as well, a loaf of french bread with fresh garlic butter. It didn’t take long for the oven timer to be set again and once everything was taken care of you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

Looking toward the couch, Freddie now had Owen cuddled into his chest while the baby slept again and the rest of the guys had started to play NHL 19. All of them except for Morgan who had followed you and was watching as you finished making dinner.

“Did you want some help getting plates and stuff out?” He asked you, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“That would be great. Do you know where everything is?” You responded sure that he probably did but not wanting to leave him hanging if not. The fact that he proceeded to all of the correct cabinets to get out six sets of everything answered your question.

Morgan set everything on the counter in the form of a buffet line, even grabbing the salad you’d made from the fridge. Then he’d disappeared to the living room for a moment before he was back pulling bottles of water and a few beers from Auston’s fridge. Seeing you already had your own he just smiled at you and winked causing a slight blush to unconsciously grace your cheeks.

Soon after, the timer on the stove went off again and as you pulled things from the stove, Morgan set out a few more pot holders onto the counter so that you could rest the lasagna there while the bread stayed on the stove.

“Thanks for the assist.” You told him before going to call the rest of the team in to get some food.

When you returned to the kitchen he was offering you a plate and after raising an eyebrow at him you took it gratefully.

“You cooked, it’s only fair you get the first serving.” He explained. “Also assists are kinda my thing.” His reference made you laugh and you tipped your head to him in acknowledgement.

“Fair enough.” You mused, heading to sit down on Auston’s loveseat, ready to dig into dinner since you hadn’t really eaten since breakfast. The baby monitor on the coffee table showed Owen in his crib and you sighed grateful that the baby was getting the sleep he’d missed out on this afternoon. Hopefully it didn’t mess his schedule up too badly.

Each of the guys stumbled back into the room, plates overloaded with food and you were grateful that you had seemingly gone overboard worried that it wouldn’t be enough. Morgan was the last to return and the only seat left was the one right next to you so he lowered himself into it trying not to topple the plate balanced on your lap.

Apparently all it took to shut a group of hockey players up was to provide food for them to shove into their mouths. NHL network played on the tv and while you were sure they were watching it, no one seemed too invested. Seeing as you had a normal person’s amount of food compared to their heaping servings, you were the first to finish and you placed your dishes in the dishwasher before tossing your now empty water bottle into the recycling bin.

The guys had pretty much decimated the food so you consolidated what little was left to one tray before working on cleaning up everything else. Having turned some music back on quietly, you sang along as you cleaned and after about fifteen minutes the sound of footsteps approaching finally appeared. Again it was Morgan, now carrying a stack of plates. When he reached you, he bumped you to the side with his hip.

“You cooked, we can clean up.” He insisted. You really didn’t mind but the look on his face told you not to argue with him. “Also, thanks, that was probably the best meal I’ve had in months.” The sincerity behind his compliment surprised you. All of the guys had thanked you for dinner and the way they were inhaling it told you it was good but Morgan was taking the compliments to the next level.

“You’re welcome. It really wasn’t anything that special.” You stated, downplaying your efforts as always. You knew that you could have just left them to fend for themselves by ordering pizza or chinese and maybe it was silly but you felt like Auston deserved better than that. He’d been balancing a lot on his plate and you knew he wasn’t eating the way he should most nights.

“Hey, I’m serious.” Morgan insisted as he finished rinsing each dish before adding it to the dishwasher. “Auston is lucky to have you as a friend. He’s told us everything you’ve done for him and we both know you didn’t have to. Shit we’re his teammates and I’m positive we haven’t done a fraction of the things for him that you have.”

Auston had thanked you time and again so you knew he appreciated you. At the same time though, Morgan’s acknowledgement felt different. Almost like he was really seeing you. Seeing you in a way that Auston never had.

“I’m gonna go check on Owen and then get back to my reading. Thanks for finishing up dishes.” You whispered, taking in one more glance at Auston’s teammate before slipping down the hall to the nursery. Owen was still asleep and you ran your fingers over his cheek before going into the spare bedroom and closing the door.

There were a million things you needed to do and you knew you should sit down and start reading again. Instead you took a moment and leaned back against the door, your eyes falling shut as you let out a shaky breath. “What the hell was that Morgan Rielly?”

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #morgan rielly #morgan rielly imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #tleafs #006

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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Everyone simping over Dylan Perfection O'brien after watching Taylor Swift's short film 👀

Gif not mine

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien love and monsters #dylan o'brien american assassin #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien teen wolf #stiles stilinski teen wolf #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #mitch rap imagine #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp

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trastornadosrevista · 5 years

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Pentatonix en el Teatro Vórterix: la invencibilidad del pop

Pentatonix se presentó por primera vez en la Argentina con un show sold out en el Teatro Vórterix. Dueños de un estilo muy particular y de una capacidad de ejecución envidiable, estos norteamericanos dejaron en claro que son mucho más que un fenómeno ideal para las redes sociales. Crónica de una noche en la que el pop volvió a mostrar su condición de campeón invencible.

El de Pentatonix es uno de esos shows de los que es imposible retirarse con sentimientos negativos. Sin importar las preferencias personales en cuanto a lo musical, es innegable que Scott Hoying, Kirstin Maldonado, Mitch Grassi, Matt Sallee y Kevin Olusola son cinco artistas llenos del talento y de la energía más puros que puedan existir dentro del universo de la canción. Luego de cobrar fama tras ganar de forma arrolladora la tercera temporada de “The Sing-Off” ocho años atrás, es evidente que el recorrido hasta este presente exitoso ha sido tan vertiginoso como agradable para este inseparable grupo de amigos.

Los hechos no mienten: diez discos de estudio, nueve giras entre locales y globales, tres premios Grammy, una notable cantidad de certificados de oro y platino y de canciones que llegaron a los primeros puestos de las listas más importantes del mundo y un lugar muy bien ganado dentro de la cultura pop contemporánea. Si bien se puede sostener que el formato es muy similar (en realidad, cuasi idéntico) al que llevó a la cima del mundo a los protagonistas de la extinta “Glee”, es igual de cierto que Pentatonix se ha desmarcado de dichas comparaciones al complementar sus habituales covers individuales con medleys muy complejos y una extensa lista de muy buen material propio.

En el marco del “Pentatonix: The World Tour”, la banda norteamericana llegó por primera vez a la Argentina para probar su fórmula delante de un muy exaltado público que, de manera lógica, fue muy heterogéneo en cuanto a edad y gustos musicales. Fórmula que es ideal para las redes sociales –sobre todo para Instagram y YouTube– pero que requiere de la máxima precisión sonora y de la absoluta concentración en el detalle para poder ser trasladada con eficiencia al gran escenario. La antesala de su presentación estuvo sazonada por la calidez y la potencia emocional de una Chiara Parravicini que aprovechó la ocasión al máximo: acompañada por una guitarra electroacústica y otra eléctrica, la ex Soy Luna presentó su primer disco (‘Wilder’) con una fuerte impronta entre country y folk rock con variados guiños a los años ’60.

Sin perder siquiera un segundo, a la hora anunciada, las luces se apagaron para dar lugar a la euforia absoluta. Bajo un clima por completo festivo y muy colorido, Scott, Kirstin, Kevin, Mitch y Matt saltaron a las tablas a pura adrenalina; de la mano del techo-funk (“Daft Punk”), del soul y el góspel (“Sing” y “High Hopes”, la segunda de Panic At The Disco!) y el chill out latino (“Havana”, de Camila Cabello) convirtieron al Teatro Vórterix en un karaoke por completo enloquecido. La dinámica vocal y física exhibida por los cinco protagonistas demostró ser excelente, alternando entre sí a la perfección las tres voces principales con las bases y ritmos creados a pura tracción de sangre.

Sorprendidos genuinamente por el ruido y la pasión argentinos, los norteamericanos bajaron un poco las revoluciones con la calidez progresiva de “Can’t Sleep Love”, para luego dar paso a “Evolution Of Pentatonix”, cruza entre medley y mashup donde recorren varias de las canciones que los hicieron saltar a la fama. En otras palabras: un repaso de variados géneros y estilos musicales que van del foxtrot a la ópera, pasando por el soul, el rap, el dark pop y hasta el canto lírico tradicional, quedando en evidencia su elogiable versatilidad y elasticidad.

La versión literalmente a capella de “Imagine” fue uno de los puntos más épicos y movilizantes de la noche, uniéndose las cinco voces en lo más alto y trayendo de vuelta ese espíritu por completo crudo y apasionado que siempre los caracterizó. Segundos más tarde, el descanso colectivo llegó merced del esfuerzo individual: el solo de beatbox y cello de Kevin fue una verdadera delicia auditiva, operando siempre desde la base del tema de apertura de “Game Of Thrones” y encontrando el momento justo para desatar una tormenta plagada de matices ambivalentes y texturas oscuras.

Aprovechando las cuerdas, los cinco músicos ejecutaron una lograda versión de “Shallow”, incluyendo sobre el cierre una sutil referencia a “Bad Romance”. Pie más que perfecto para la transición hacia un pequeño mashup entre “Cracked” y “Natural Disaster” que recordó al intenso y liberador clima que se vive en las iglesias negras de los Estados Unidos a puro góspel y soul, aportando Pentatonix un poco más de densidad con una performance escénica difícil de olvidar.

Matt y Kevin tuvieron un momento en solitario en el que volvieron a demostrar que son el corazón de la banda: su sing along incluyó los estribillos de “Stand By Me”, “Sweet Caroline”, “We Will Rock You” y “Old Town Road”; una elección acertada y también un reflejo de que lo suyo –sea con su material o con el de otros artistas– siempre tiene que ver con el reflejo de la evolución natural de las cosas. Hecho que se pudo confirmar durante “Evolution Of Ariana Grande”, un perfectamente coordinado –consiguiendo que lo que debería ser disparejo, suene como una unidad indestructible– viaje por sus primeras canciones pop más lavadas hasta su actual trabajo más cercano a la black music originaria.

Ya pasadas las diez de la noche, su interpretación de “Bohemian Rhapsody” y el diálogo entre el pop post-2000 y la world music presente en “On My Way Home”, se encargaron de encender por última vez a un público que no estaba dispuesto a retirarse. La intimidad de “Run To You”, en la que las voces en soledad dibujaron un cielo estrellado, se vio amplificada por la profundidad épica de “Hallelujah”, dando así por finalizada una noche en la que el pop volvió a demostrar que –sin importar sus eclécticas formas– la soberanía global es suya. Al César lo que es del César.

Crónica: Rodrigo López Vázquez Fotografía: Brian Rappaport

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 5 years

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The Right Message

Y/N thinks she messaged her ex-boyfriend for some late night fun, but her best friend’s brother, Harry, shows up instead. Hope you all enjoy. Feedback and Requests are welcomed. Lots of Love!

The red envelope floated down from the overflowing mailbox. Gemma’s neat handwriting scribbled Y/N’s name across the front in glittery black ink. Y/N slipped her finger under the envelope’s lip. The glossy card showed Gemma, Michal, and the cat’s smiling faces. One night after multiple glasses of wine, Y/N suggested Gemma take family portraits with her cats. She never expected Gemma to book an expensive photographer and spend hours bribing her cats with treats for a few adorable shots. The worldwide magnets Harry gifted her after his first world tour hung Gemma’s family photos against the stainless steel. Y/N adored the Styles family. During math class, Y/N partnered up with the shy but intelligent Gemma Styles. The two sixteen-year-olds bonded over boybands and affordable fashion. Y/N recalled multiple encounters with Gemma’s little brother, Harry. Harry allowed Gemma and Y/N to paint pink polish on his wiggling toes while listening to them gush about boys. Now, she felt as though she belonged in the Styles family. * * * * * * Rain rolled down the fogged windows, creating narrow paths where one might glance outside. Sketches and crumbled paper covered the small dining room table. Gemma’s fake glasses slid down her freckled nose while her eyes scanned the different lens colors. Y/N dragged the pencil against the smooth paper. She sketched whatever Gemma imagined for the next sunglasses line she prepared on releasing. Gemma kicked her feet up onto the nearby chair while Y/N’s knees hugged her chest. “You look comfortable,” Gemma joked. Y/N nodded, keeping her eyes focused on the dark lead, “I’m working.” “What if we tried black sunglasses with a red lens?” Gemma wondered. Y/N cringed, “Red lens? Won’t that be too abrasive?” Gemma shrugged, glancing at Y/N from across her steaming mug. The peppermint tea warmed her frozen insides. “Are you still with James?” Gemma asked, scrolling down James’s Instagram. Y/N huffed, refusing to answer the question. Y/N hated herself for calling her lousy ex-boyfriend some nights for a quick fuck. She despised her aching heart for dialing his number at three a.m. She hated when her hands clung desperately to his sturdy arms while his eyes focused on anything but her. She hated that she cried whenever he abandoned her in their cold bed. “Well, Harry invited us to his concert in L.A.” Y/N grinned, setting the heavy sketchbook onto Gemma’s table. She checked that she hadn’t crinkled any useful sketches. Y/N missed Harry, and she thought about calling him daily, but she worried about bothering him. Instead, she waited until Harry returned home and bugged him then. “Do you want to fly with mom, Michal, and me?” Gemma asked, beaming with joy. Y/N nodded eagerly, “You know I hate flying alone.” “What are you going to tell James?” Gemma joked. Y/N rolled her eyes, chunking a crumpled paper toward Gemma’s head. * * * * * * *

Y/N lugged the leather suitcase down the green carpeted halls. Cheap paintings lined the stained navy blue walls, and wooden desks created limit walking space throughout the hotel. Gemma and Michal hurried toward their hotel room, which caused Y/N to gag. Anne decided to freshen up after the long flight. Y/N slid the plastic card against the black device, grinning once the light flashed green. She dropped the suitcase near the door, admiring the large white bed. She lunged onto the bed, slamming her face against the feathery hotel pillows. A sigh wheezed out from Y/N’s lips. She couldn’t wait to see Harry, but her eyes couldn’t wait to sleep. * * * * * * * Crew darted around the empty arena shouting orders into crackling walkie-talkies. A wrinkled paper with Harry’s name swayed with each breeze against the white door. Gemma rapped her knuckles against the wooden door. The door swung open revealing Harry’s dimpled grin. He opened his arms, embracing his mother and Gemma. Y/N giggled, watching Harry’s green eyes light up once they landed on her. “You made it,” Harry cheered, swinging Y/N back and forth in his arms. “I couldn’t miss my friend’s last concert. How are you?” Y/N asked, pressing her tiptoes against the harsh concrete so her fingers could ruffle his short curls. Harry chuckled, poking Y/N’s side, “I’m well. How are you?” “I’m well. Gem and I have been working on her new sunglasses line,” Y/N smiled, glancing at a smirking Gemma. Harry’s smile widened, as his hands cupped his hips, “That’s cool. Do you want to tour the arena? I think I have a few minutes alone,” Harry mumbled, glancing down at his white shirt and flowy cream Gucci pants. Gemma shook her head, “I think I might find Clare. Mom, do you want a tour?” Anne shook her head. Harry frowned, scratching at the stubble growing on his sharp jawline. Y/N elbowed Harry’s side, shooting him a hopeful smile. “I’d like a tour,” Y/N admitted, ignoring the eye rolls from Gemma and Michal. Harry nodded eagerly, “Okay, we have exactly thirty minutes until I need to change into my suit.” “Will there be glitter?” Michal asked. Harry snorted, “Oh, there will always be glitter.” Harry grabbed Y/N’s hand, leading her down the concrete hallways. Harry began listing important facts about the arena that he most definitely made up to make Y/N giggle. * * * * * * * Y/N kicked her feet onto the red foldable chair in front of her. Harry watched the crew hook up microphones and test the lights. Y/N laid her head against Harry’s shoulder, admiring the pink lights floating around the large stage. “That’s where I’ll be tonight,” Harry mumbled in awe. Y/N smiled, staring into Harry’s starry eyes, “That’s amazing. You’ll sing Kiwi and prance around like a princess.” Harry chuckled, “Yeah, and there will be millions of people here to see me. Isn’t that weird?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t think it’s weird. I always knew you’d become someone amazing. I remember the countless hours you forced Gemma and me to sit and watch you perform the same Elvis Presley songs.” Harry rolled his eyes, pinching Y/N’s elbow, “You loved hanging out with me.” Y/N nodded, “I have to admit that I did like hanging out with you. Now, I barely get to see my popstar friend.” Harry frowned, staring down at his thumbs, “I’m sorry about that.” Y/N chuckled, patting Harry’s knee, “It’s okay. I’ll forgive you once you introduce me to Tom Holland.” Harry nodded, enjoying the comfortable silence surrounding the couple. Harry wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her head. The crew continued testing stage equipment while Harry prepared his nervous heart for tonight’s concert. After spending thirty minutes alone with Y/N, she dropped Harry off at his room. Harry leaned against the doorframe, ignoring Adam and Mitch’s protests about Harry’s tardiness. “I’ll see you out there,” Harry grinned, staring down at Y/N’s beautiful eyes. Y/N nodded, smiling wider once Harry’s eyes met hers, “You’ll do amazing.” Y/N pressed her lips against Harry’s flushed cheeks, following Gemma and Michal down the hall. Harry dipped into his room, slipping into tonight’s sparkly suit while ignoring the fluttering of his lovesick heart. * * * * * * * The band and Harry’s friend gathered inside Harry’s tiny dressing room. People clinked the glasses bubbling with expensive champagne. Gemma discussed her recent projects with Clare while Adam and Michal joked about tonight’s concert. Y/N leaned against the white concrete wall sipping on the sweet alcohol. She grinned, watching Harry’s green eyes light up with each congratulation. Her stomach tumbled once Harry’s beautiful starry eyes found hers. He casually walked across the room never taking his eyes off hers. “Hey, did you like the concert?” Harry asked. She nodded eagerly, sipping her drink, “You were amazing. I think I might lose my voice. I screamed every lyric until you continued to sing Kiwi.” “I know. My guitar strings nearly snapped,” Mitch shouted from across the room. Harry rolled his eyes, flipping off his smirking bandmate. Harry’s phone buzzed with Helene’s reminder about the last photos of the tour. “Hey, do you want to help Helene with the photos?” Harry asked, hoping he might spend more time with his friend. Y/N frowned, shaking her head, “Gemma and Michal want to leave early. They have a lovely room to themselves, but we also leave early tomorrow. Can we grab breakfast?” Harry shook his head, “Jeff and his family invited me over for breakfast. I guess we’ll catch up at home?” Y/N nodded, swallowing the swelling lump in her throat. Her eyes blinked back sorrowful tears. She didn’t want Harry and her night to end because she realized he’d still be busy with the new album. Harry nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. His heart cracked when she pressed her warm lips against his chin. “I’ll see you,” She whispered. Harry closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her forehead, “I’ll miss you.” Harry exited the room, wiping away the tear trailing down his cheeks. Y/N sighed, faking a smile when Sarah asked what happened. * * * * * * * The beef and broccoli steamed under the microwave’s intense heat. Fleetwood Mac drowned out the vacuum buzzing around the floor. Y/N leaned against the marble counter, rubbing her aching shoulders. The microwave beeped, interrupting Y/N’s thoughts about tonight’s movie. Her fluffy socks slid against the floor as she decided upon which film might distract her mind from work. The cold leather couched kissed Y/N’s skin, shooting chills down her spine. The beautiful actress kissed the handsome man, reminding Y/N about her lonely love life. Y/N rolled her eyes, scoffing through her mouthful of broccoli. During the movie, Harry messaged Y/N a photo of Anne’s new adorable cat. Y/N clicked the message but decided to respond after the movie. After the movie, Y/N chunked her trash into the bin and grabbed her phone. She ignored Gemma’s voice nagging her against texting James, but her heart desired someone’s loving touch. Hey, I know we haven’t spoken since my trip. Can you come over tonight? I want you. She pressed send, tossing the phone onto the couch cushion. She shuffled into her room, gathering the dirty clothes littering her carpet. She shimmied down her shorts, swapping her comfortable underwear to one that might impress James. The doorbell rang as Y/N tugged the shorts up her legs. She grinned, skipping toward her front door. Her hand twisted the cold knob, opening her front door. “Hey, what are you…Harry?” Y/N yelped. Harry smirked, leaning against Y/N’s doorframe, “I got your message.” * * * * * * Y/N stumbled backward, creating space for Harry to slip through. The front door creaked shut while Y/N’s mind panicked. Harry’s smile dropped, tugging the phone from his pocket to reread her message. “I messaged you?” Y/N asked, rubbing her temple. Harry nodded, furrowing his brows, “Did you mean to message me?” Y/N frowned, shuffling toward her living room. Harry followed, joining her on the couch. “I meant to message James, and I must’ve sent you the message. Wait, why did you come?” Harry sighed, dragging a palm down his face, “I thought you noticed that I have feelings for you.” Y/N gasped, clutching her fluttering heart, “You have feelings for me?” “Yes, I don’t know when it started,” Harry mumbled, glancing down at his trembling knees. Y/N sniffled, blinking back her tears, “Harry, this is so fucked up. I’m your sister’s best friend. I’ve known you since you were an annoying kid. I’m four years older than…” “I don’t care about any of that because I love you,” Harry admitted, staring into Y/N’s eyes. Y/N sniffled, cupping Harry’s cheeks, “Harry, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Harry shook his head, pressing a thumb against her lips. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks while he leaned in closer to Y/N. Y/N held her breath, gripping Harry’s sweaty hands. Her heart begged her to test this out, but her mind reminded her about the consequences. If she kissed Harry back, she might lose her best friend. If she didn’t kiss him back, she might lose her best friend. Harry’s musky cologne wrapped around her mind, dulling the consequences haunting her. Her eyes fluttered shut, while her lip brushed against Harry’s rosy lips. Harry dove in, intoxicating Y/N with his warm, minty mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. Y/N sighed, relaxing in Harry’s hold. Some nights she awoke from dreams where Harry’s pink lips pressed against her own, but her dreams didn’t match the reality. Y/N’s body felt as though she were floating through clouds. Harry pulled away, leaning his forehead against Y/N’s head. A spit string connected the heavy-breathing couple as they continued staring into each other’s eyes. “Should we give this a try?” Harry asked. Y/N nodded, “I think I messaged the right person.” Harry chuckled, following Y/N to her bedroom. Harry pressed his lips against hers again, leaning her body against the fluffy mattress. Y/N and Harry explored each other’s bodies while taking their friendship to new levels. * * * * * * Harry’s snores startled Y/N awake. Her droopy eyes landed on her handsome friend. Snores and drool escaped from Harry’s parted lips. Y/N smiled, glancing down at Harry’s arm wrapped around her bare waist. She cuddled against Harry’s warm chest, inhaling the sweat and cologne on his neck. Y/N’s heart fluttered when Harry’s grip tightened upon feeling Y/N cuddle against him. Her mind recalled last night’s activities. Harry focused on Y/N and reassured her that he loved her. Harry wasn’t like James. He didn’t leave after finishing the job. After they finished, Harry checked on Y/N and how she felt after everything. Last night she couldn’t decide whether she loved Harry or loved fucking him, but she made her decision. She traced shapes onto Harry’s chest, admiring his tattoos. She imagined spending every morning in Harry’s arms. She pictured visiting him on tour to watch her adorable boyfriend prance around the stage. She knew she belonged with Harry. * * * * * * The doorbell echoed throughout the small house. Y/N clutched the wrinkled sheet against her chest. She grabbed her phone, checking the glowing numbers. Harry groaned, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. “Who is it?” Harry whined, squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N gasped, reading Gemma’s messages about coming over to work on her sunglasses. Harry peeked an eye open, wondering who might be visiting Y/N at this time of day. “It’s your sister,” Y/N hissed, slipping away from Harry’s grasp. Harry’s eyes widened, “My sister?” He stood up, clutching the sheet against his waist. Y/N nodded, slipping her shorts up her legs. Harry grabbed his discarded clothing from around Y/N’s bedroom. “You need to stay here, I can tell her to come back, but she can’t see you,” Y/N whispered. Harry frowned, buttoning his shirt, “Why can’t she see me? Don’t you want to be together?” Y/N sighed, “I want to be together, but I don’t know when we should tell everyone. How would your sister feel about her best friend dating her little brother?” Harry nodded, cupping Y/N’s cheeks, “I love you.” Y/N smiled, pecking Harry’s lips, “I love you too.” Y/N darted down the hall, opening the door to a grumbling Gemma, “Hey Gem, how are you?” Gemma raised an eyebrow, taking in Y/N’s messy hair and disheveled clothes, “Do you have someone over?” Y/N blushed, glancing behind her, “Yeah, I do have someone over. Do you want to come back?” Gemma smirked, “Sure, who’s the lucky guy? Please tell me it isn’t James.” Y/N chuckled nervously, “No, it isn’t James.” “Well, he must be amazing. You look as though someone fucked you properly,” Gemma joked. Y/N nodded, waving goodbye to Gemma as she crossed Y/N’s yard. Y/N shut the door, sighing with relief. Harry chuckled, walking into the living room. “I think your sister complimented you. She said it looks like someone fucked me properly. If only she knew it was her little brother,” Y/N gagged. Harry laughed, tugging Y/N into his arms, “Well, we did have an amazing night.” Y/N giggled, placing her hands on Harry’s sturdy chest, “I did have an amazing night. I’m glad I messaged you.” Harry leaned down, fluttering his eyes shut. Y/N smiled, leaning up to press her lips against Harry’s lips. A knock interrupted the couple’s kiss followed by Gemma’s shouts. “What’s my brother’s car doing here?” Harry groaned, tossing his head back while Y/N gulped down her nerves. The new couple had a lot of explaining to do.

#mine #writing #story #fanfiction #fanfic #best friends #lovers #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #1d #1d imagine #1d imagines

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 4 years

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Intrusion

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Mitch Rap x-reader

My dad held the punching as I hit it as hard as I could, I stepped back catching my breath. “Why’d you stop?” He asked.

“Because I needed to,” I took a sip of the water bottle I set aside. I sat down on the bench and held my shaking hands.

“I can’t do this,” I said. He knelt in front of me, “Why?”

“I can’t be a innocent person at home and then an assassin on the field,” I said, “I understand that you want me to be strong, but I’m not like your other recruits.” I stood up and paced around the room. He crossed his arms, “You’re right.”

I looked up at him, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “You deserve a break!”

“Wait, seriously?” I laughed with excitement. “No!” he yelled, “You need to learn to control your anger. Think about something that really..” He’s interrupted by a knock at the door.

I breathed in and out through my nose, I stood up from the bench and walked over to the targets. I grabbed the container that held my practice knives. I held them and threw them at the target. The first one hit the rim, the second one hit the fifth rim around the bulls-eye. I grabbed two more and threw them again. “And here’s the training room,” Dad said. A tall boy stood next to him. He had brown eyes and brown hair. The boy looked at me with a confused look (GIF above)

“Whose this?” the recruit asked.

“I’m his...”

“Other recruit,” my dad interrupted, “You’ll be working with her. We have a lead on something, we’ll be leaving tomorrow.” Dad slapped the boy on the shoulder and walked away. “So...” he trailed, “How long have you been a recruit for Hurley?”

“Oh um,” I quickly thought of a lie, “Two months”

“Why’d you hesitate?” he stepped closer. “I’m not good with math.” I smiled nervously. I stepped towards the door frame, “Listen,” I gulped, “I’m going to go take a shower, um, I’ll see you later.”

I ran up the stairs and quickly shut the bedroom door. I sat at the edge of my bed and attempted to calm my nerves. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my white robe. I put my hair in a ponytail then walked to my room. As I was about to shut my door I heard a noise coming from the far window. I slowly knelt down next to my dresser and reached for the knife taped to the bottom. As soon as I turned my back, I was thrown to the ground with a knife pointed at my throat. The boy from earlier hovered over me. “What the hell!” I yelled. I kicked him in the stomach and pointed the knife at him.

“Why are you here!” He yelled with his knife pointed at me. “I live here!” He dropped his knife and slipped it into his pocket. I slowly rested mine on the top of my bedside table.

“What do you mean you ‘Live here?’”

“I mean, ‘I live here’. It seems pretty clear to me.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “I’m Mitch, Mitch Rapp”

He extended his hand and slightly smiled. I introduced myself, “Y/N, Y/N Hurley.”

#American Assassin #Mitch Rap x-reader #dylan o'brien #x-reader #imagines

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agirlinhell-a · 5 years

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OKAY BUT A ROAD TRIP AU WITH THE ERICSON’S SQUAD, DUCK, GABE, MARIANA, JAMES, SARAH AND BEN. A SPECIAL THANKS TO @thewalkingclementine FOR PROVIDING WITH EXTRA GOLDEN CONTENT.

-when they arrive in the store at like 3am, the girls just start twerking in the middle of the aisle bc they do really weird things when they're tired and hungry

-mitch bursting out of some chocolate bars to scare the shit out of a very sleepy and grumpy marlon

-MARLON SCREAMS AND CAN BE HEARD ACROSS THE ENTIRE DAMN STORE AND LOUIS BURSTS OUT LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY

-THEY’D BE THE TYPE OF GROUP TO JUST BE EXHAUSTED AS HELL AND SOMEONE WHISPERS SOMETHING RANDOM LIKE “WALNUT” AND THEY ALL DIE AND AASIM IS CRYING INSIDE CAUSE HE'S DRIVING

-EVERYONE INSIDE THE TRAILER IS JUST DEATHLY SILENT UNTIL MITCH JUST WHISPERS "HEY GUYS" AND THERE'S A SILENCE BECAUSE THEY KNOW HE'S ABOUT TO DO OR SAY SOMETHING STUPID AND HE JUST WHISPERS "DEEZ NUTS" AND EVERYONE LOSES THEIR SHI

-gabe louis mitch and marlon being the dudes who fuck shit up

-gabe swearing in spanish when he's really angry and the other dudes are really amused

-the reason why they're going on a roadtrip is bc the class are taking a class roadtrip bc they just graduated and they invited aj and tenn and willy up bc they're a part of the squad too.

-sarah being a weenie and never makes a peep but the squad knows she's lit af, and she makes the ladies friendship bracelets.

-james talking in his sleep and clem talks to him while recording what he says and its the funniest and cutest thing ever bc that boy hardly ever sleeps

-mariana's the dj in the store and she blasts rave songs when they're gonna get candy bars

-tenn and aj playing hide and seek and tag and everyone needs to wait forever for them to finish the game but it's really cute to see them being happy.

-mitch telling the younger ones about krampus and some of them are kinda weirded out and nervous but aj's like "!!! :O AWESOME!!" and ruby puts her mom cowgirl boots on and whacks mitch on the head bc "DONT SCARE THE LITTLE ONES OR YOU'LL GET MY BOOT UP YOUR ASS"

-when they leave the store rosie's in the front seat at the wheel and keeps honking the goddamn horn - everyone bursts out laughing.

-AASIM IS THE DESIGNATED DRIVER AND IS LIVING ON BLACK COFFEE

-THE SQUAD GETTING THEIR OWN CLASS SWEATERS

-ROSIE WAS COMING ONE WAY OR ANOTHER OR MARLON WASNT GOING

-BEN READING COMICS AND BOOKS TO AJ AND DOING LIL AWKWARD BROFISTS

-AASIM DRIVES INTO MCDONALDS AND EVERYONE GETS EXCITED UNTIL HE JUST ORDERS A BLACK COFFEE IN THE DRIVETHROUGH AND DRIVES AWAY AND EVERYONE'S ABOUT TO BEAT HIS ASS BECAUSE “WHAT THE FUCK AASIM”

-NO AASIM'S WERE HARMED IN THE ROADTRIP

-CLEMENTINE ON A ROADRAGE IS A TERRIFYING THING - THE REST OF THE SQUAD DEBATE ON WHETHER OR NOT THEY SHOULD BAN CLEM FROM DRIVING.

-ON THEIR GRADUATION DAY, KENNY THE BOAT LORD HIMSELF GOT THE SQUAD ON A YACHT BC HE KNEW SOMEONE WHO HAD ONE AND THE SQUAD RAISED MONEY FOR IT - JAVI HELPED OUT WITH FINANCES TOO BECAUSE HE WAS BASEBALL STAR.

CLEM WHILE ON A ROADRAGE: ASSHOLE!! YOU'RE A LIL BITCH!! YOU'RE WHAT MY BOY GABE CALL A PUTA!! I'M GONNA CHOP YOUR BALLS OFF AND FEED IT TO A ZEBRA!!” AND EVERY OTHER SWEAR IN THE BOOK WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST STARING AT HER SHOOKETH

-SARAH: [GAAAAAASP] CLEM!!!!!

CLEM: [SQUINTS @]

SARAH:

CLEM:

SARAH:

CLEM: [SLAMS THE CAR HORN]

-CLEM TRYING TO REACH FOR A BAG OF CHIPS AND CANT REACH SO AFTER A MILLION YEARS OF TRYING, SHE LIES THERE ON THE FLOOR AND SCREAMS "JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES!!!!!!"

"WHAT"

"I TRIED MY BEST I DIDNT SUCCEED MY DEPRESSION TOOK OVER"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO"

"BE MY LADDER"

"OK"

"THANKS ILY MAN"

MITCH COMES IN AND MOVES IT FARTHER SO WATCH CLEM GETTING JAMES TO BE HER HORSE AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS, "MITCH YOU BASTARD!!!" AND MITCH IS RUNNING 1000MPH

ALSO!! THE DUDES KNOCKING THEMSELVES OUT BY SNEAKING INTO LIKE IKEA AT THE MOST UNGODLY HOURS AND THEY JUST FOOL AROUND BY JUMPING ONTO THE BEDS FROM THE CIELING AND THEY'RE ALL SCATTERED IN THE MORNING AND THEM ALMOST GETTING ARRESTED

MEANWHILE THE LADIES ARE HAVING A SLUMBER PARTY BC THE DUDES ARE FUCKING IDIOTS EXCEPT FOR LIKE TENN AND JAMES - THEY’RE GOOD BOYS. THEY JUST HEAR SCREAMING AND ARE LIKE.... “ANYWAYS” AND HALFWAY THROUGH AASIM JOINS THEM AND REFUSES TO TELL THEM WHATS GOING ON

CLEM TURNS TO MARIANA, "ARE YOU GONNA STAND UP FOR GABE IF HE ENDS UP GETTING ARRESTED"

"NOPE"

"ARE YOU GONNA TELL DAVID ABOUT IT"

"NOPE"

ALL THE BOYS WERE SEMI TRAUMATIZED EXCEPT MITCH

-IMAGINE CLEM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRESTLING WITH MITCH WHEN LEE CALLS HER TO ASK HOW SHE'S DOING AND IMMEDIATELY SHE CHANGES UP HER VOICE LIKE "HIIII LEE!!" AND LEE'S LIKE "HOW'RE YOU DOING" AND CLEM'S TRYING TO GET MITCH OFF OF HER AND SHES GIGGLING "ITS A LOT OF FUN" AND LEE'S JUST "AIIGHT SWEETPEA” AND THE MOMENT SHE HANGS UP SHE'S BACK TO BEATING MITCH'S ASS

-MAGINE REBECCA CALLING CLEM IF AJ'S OKAY AND CLEM HESITANTLY LOOKS OVER TO SEE SEVEN YEAR OLD AJ RIDING A MOTORCYCLE AND DOING STUNTS WITH MITCH AND SHE'S LIKE "HE'S DOING PERFECTLY FINE!! LMAO"

-CLEM BLASTING HARDCORE EXPLICIT RAP SONGS ON FULL BLAST WHEN SHE'S DRIVING AND EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MIND

-THAT MOMENT WHEN EVERYONE'S TELLING EACH OTHER SCARY STORIES AND WILLY JUST "IT WAS 12AM ON A STORMY NIGHT........ AND I LOST MY WIFI" AND EVERYONE GASPS IN HORROR

-PLOT TWIST!! LOUIS WAKES UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT LIKE "GUYS!! I HAD A WILD DREAM!! WE WERE ALL BACK AT ERICSON'S BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND THESE HOMICIDAL ASSHOLES WERE TRYING TO KIDNAP US" AND EVERYONE ELSE IS LIKE "WTF LOUIS LMAO"

"WOW IM GLAD DREAMS DONT COME TRUE"

MITCH LOUIS AND MARLON SCREAMING "PENIS" AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACK OF THE TRAILER AND CLEM JUST YELLS "P E N I S" FROM THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND SHE GETS AN "AYYYYY" FROM THE BACK -aj wearing a teddy bear suit and everyone dies of cuteness

-i just realized that they'd need adults bc they'd all be underage with them as supervisers so,,,,,, javi?? omid?? lee?? christa?? jane?? molly?? kenny?? matthew?? ava?? lilly?? jesus??

I CAN SEE CARLOS WANTING TO BE A SUPERVISOR BC OF SARAH BUT EVERYONE ELSE UPON BEING TOLD OF THAT SHOOK THEIR HEADS IMMEDIATELY LIKE "FUCK NO" THEY’D RATHER DO HOMEWORK THAN HAVE CARLO SWITH THEM -I CAN TOTALLY SEE THE SQUAD WANTING JAVI AND JESUS THERE THO BC THEY'D GET A FAMOUS BASEBALL STAR AND THE LITERAL SECOND COMING OF JESUS CHRIST

-clem screaming through the mic: DONT YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME ALSO KENNY WOULD SQUINT @ DUCK IF HE CAME ALONG AND HE SNUCK OFF TO IKEA WITH MITCH MARLON LOUIS BEN AND AASIM LMAOOOO mitch in the car mic: HELLO BITCH LASAGNA concept: the squad arguing about where they're going and the theme song when they go up on stage the day of their grad night

i bet 100% that clem was bombarded by the asks of like most of the boys of the class to be their prom date LMAO whoever her date was lee and clem's father ed would squint @ bc oH HECC NO IF YOU TOUCH ANYWHERE PAST HER WAIST I WILL START BREAKING FINGERS marlon getting all pouty bc rosie wouldnt be allowed in the prom

plot twist: omar's the dj he's very good at it and he made the cake!! louis made really corny fake orgasm noises after trying it and everyone burst out laughing and aasim's looking at the camera like he's in the office

louis would also photobomb in every single goddamn class photo for their grad LMAO

#A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES. ( WISHLIST. )#AAAAAAAAAAAA #LET THIS BE A THING #ITS ALL VERY INFORMAL I KNOW BUT BEAR WITH ME HERE #PLACED UNDER THE CUT DUE TO LENGTH

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