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We’ll Meet Again part 13

It’s been a long time coming this one. But it was time.

Collins becomes a father and a bombing mission goes awry with disastrous consequences.

Trigger Warning: battle, war, mentions of the Holocaust

This was always the plan.

Fic Masterlist     all previous chapters are posted here.

We’ll Meet Again 13: The Way You Look Tonight/The White Cliffs of Dover

Jack was in the air when your daughter was born, but you weren't alone, you were surrounded by Violet, Della and Mary, though your heart still ached for him, even through the pain.  One day you would tell her that she was born in an Underground shelter on the last day of the Blitz. You had hoped that meant it was the beginning of the end for the war, but how terribly wrong you all were on that count. A telegram was dispatched to inform Collins that he was now a father, the letter that followed told him she had his hair and eyes and a set of very healthy lungs. You had discussed names in your letters and decided to name her Carys for your mother, she would have loved that, and it wasn’t until you held your own child in your arms that you realized how much you still missed her. It was a month before Jack could get a day’s leave and he admitted that he now owed a lot of boys a great many favors in order to pull it off.

Standing at the door of the boarding house you cradled Carys in your arms as you waited for him. A proper party had been planned in the garden to celebrate your little family and you were anxious for Collins to arrive and just as anxious to hide the fact that you were already heartbroken at the thought of him having to leave again.

'Y/N!' you heard a shout and whipped your head around to see Jack trotting down the street, a small rucksack thrown to the ground as he opened his arms.

Tears were in your eyes as you flew down the steps, running to throw an arm arm around him as he spun you around, laughing. His arm wrapped around your waist, his mouth on yours before you could say a word. You kissed him back, not caring if your lips bruised, feeling like a thirsty man at a desert oasis. The whole world ceased to exist for a moment as six months of missing him came down to this one moment and you poured every ounce of love and longing you had into kissing him. It was Carys who eventually decided to bring you both back to reality, letting you know, loudly, that she did not appreciate being squished between her parents. 

Jack pulled away, blue eyes shining brightly as he looked down to see his daughter for the first time.

'She's so tiny,' he whispered, his finger brushing her brow.

'Daddy, meet Carys Margot Alex Collins.'

"Alex?' He whispered.

"For Farrier.’

Collins nodded and you saw him choke down a lump in his throat. You hoped there would be news about his friend, good or bad, it had to be better than not knowing. Blinking away tears

he let you place her in his arms, holding her as though she was made of the most delicate glass.

"Hello there, darlin, I'm yer da.'

You watched, your heart swelling as he smiled down at her, rocking his arms with as much love in his eyes as you had ever seen. Looking back up at you he reached out a hand to cradle your cheek, his smile so blinding it made you sigh. He was so beautiful.

'I'm sorry I wasnae here, I wanted tae be so badly."

"It's not like you had much of a choice, Jack, you wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked back to the boarding house. Everyone was gathered in the garden, just as they had been the first day he came to visit. There were new faces now, as well as the ghosts of those who had gone. Jacob and Mary greeted Jack as though he was their own son, a deep sadness in Jacob's eyes. There was no chance any of his family in Poland were still alive and it tore at him more than if he had lost them in a battle. They had been murdered, along with who knew how many others. Still, on such a day he rallied and mingled, keeping everyone entertained with funny stories you all knew weren't true.

Collins was never without a well-wisher and for just a few hours it was as though the war hadn’t  even happened. There was even cake for the brave new father. Margot's photographer friend was there too, having kept in touch even after her death, and he made sure to take as many photos as he could. When questioned about it he simply shrugged and said, 'We should have as many reminders of those we love as we can. For when they are gone, they should be remembered.’  His picture-taking was encouraged after that and even he seemed content for a time, his subjects all happy and alive, unlike the ones he took photos of on a daily basis.

For his part, Jack had fallen head over heels with his child, never more than a foot away from either of you at any time. He looked on with wide-eyed wonder when you nursed her, and when she was unbundled for a nappy change he couldn't keep his hands off her, counting every finger and toe. When her fingers grabbed onto his thumb and she opened her eyes to look at him he

actually cried. Your strong, brave fighter was an absolute softie at heart and you knew Carys would have him wrapped around her little finger for life. You could already see them ganging up against you, knowing you would never be able to not give in.

Later that night as darkness fell, you placed the baby in her cradle, willing her to sleep for at least a few hours. You wanted time alone with your husband, who at that moment walked out of the bathroom in his skivvies and wrapped his arms around you. Looking down at Carys he squeezed you tightly.

Can ye believe we did this?’ there was wonder in his voice. "We

made a whole person together.’

‘And when all this is over we should make a couple more. Hopefully at least one of them will look like me. you chuckled.

"What? Ye dinnae want a litter o my carbon copies then? I feel almost hurt, lass.' he pouted before sneaking a peck at your lips.

"But I am glad tae have ye to meself fer a wee while. I missed ye."

For a moment you both stood there, your arms around his waist, head resting on his chest while he stroked your hair.

"I missed you too, Jack.' you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut and breathing in the smell of  him.

‘Come.' he whispered, taking your hand and walking to the bed.

He placed your arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss you as though he had all the time in the world, his lips soft and warm on yours, his tongue teasing your mouth open. Even though you had cursed him and his whole sex while in labor, going so far as to swear you wouldn't let him touch you again, it took only seconds before you felt your desire for him break to the

surface. Heat gathered in your belly, your body coming alive for him as if no time had passed at all. You pressed yourself against him, moaning into his mouth as his hands ran the length of your back,grabbing your rear and tugging you closer.

"Wait.' he pulled away for a moment. 'Is it ok? I don't wan tae

hurt ye.’

"It's been a month, I'm all healed." Even if you hadn’t been you never would have stopped him.

"Alright then. You'll tell me if ye need me tae stop?'

You nodded your assent, fingers tangling in his head and  pulling his face down so you could kiss him again. He smiled against your lips as he started undoing the buttons of your dress, making short work of it and your slip. Shivering in delight you helped him peel off his white singlet, running your palms down his chest, feeling him tense under your touch. Silently, you divested one another of your underclothes until you stood naked in front of one another. Collins

placed his hands on your waist, his eyes following their path up your sides to cup your breasts. He was gentle as he touched you, his thumbs grazing your nipples until they peaked, smiling sweetly as you trembled, goosebumps breaking out on your skin. His hands trailed down toward your belly and instinctively you tried to cover yourself. Still recovering from pregnancy you were self-conscious about the extra rolls and the marks that marred your skin.

"Don't.' he whispered softly, kneeling down in front of you and gently moving your hands to your sides. "You are beautiful, you know that right?’

He looked up at you earnestly, and you managed a nod.

‘Don't ever be ashamed of this,' he pressed his mouth to your belly, blowing warm air over your skin. ‘You brought a new life into the world, with this body, my child. That's an incredible feat and

you have never looked more stunning to be than you do right now.’

His words made you want to cry, but his mouth had other ideas, his tongue tracing the path of each stretch mark making you moan his name, dampness flooding between your legs. Sparks of electricity shot from where his lips brushed your skin, prickling through your limbs until they met at a point, throbbing and aching for him. 

In a flash of movement he had you up in his arms, crawling onto the bed until your head met the pillows and his body covered yours. He kissed you senseless, your head spinning as his hand pushed on your thigh, opening you under him. Your back arched off bed as his fingers dragged through your wetness, circling around that tiny bundle with frustrating slowness, never quite touching you where you needed him to. Blood pulsed in your veins, rushing in your ears while he took his time, allowing you all the time you might need to be ready for him, which was too slow for you.

"Jack.’ you whined, rolling your hips toward him.

"Hold on love.' he crooned, his lips marking a heated path down your neck.

He slid a finger inside you, slowly, testing for any discomfort from you. His name slipped from your lips breathlessly, it wouldn't have mattered if there had been pain, you still would have wanted him. These moments you could steal away were precious, never knowing when the

the next one might be. Or even if there would be any more.

'I'm fine, I promise, I just want to be with you."

He caught your eyes, the same unspoken fear of the future reflected back at you, then acceptance, love and finally passion. Guiding himself to your entrance and pushing forward slightly, he never moved his eyes from yours, hands holding your head still as he kept searching and finding your love for him staring back at him. With a soft smile he moved again, slowly, but not stopping until he was seated inside you. Wrapping your arms around his back you encouraged him to move, pressing butterfly kisses up and down his neck, your body pulsating

and humming. With a groan, Jack moved, setting a leisurely pace that was loving, gentle, tender and sweet. You both took your time to simply enjoy one-another, to memorize every movement,

every sigh and every whispered endearment. Your pleasure grew slow and warm, spilling through you until you basked in it, blooming and opening until you gave over. He held you tightly as you shivered and trembled, swallowing your low moan with his mouth as you rippled around him. He followed a few moments later, lips against your ear as he whispered his love for you over and over. You held him close to you, and waited until you both stopped shaking, not knowing when the next time you could hold him again would be.

After a time Jack sighed, rolling over onto his back and tucking you in beside him. You lay silently for a time, listening to one another breathe, his fingers stroking your arm softly.

"Have ye given any thought tae going tae Scotland?'

'I have. I'm staying here unțil this is over. I'm not going somewhere where

we won't be able to see you.’

‘You would both be safer there, ye know.’

'I know, but what if this war drags on for years?"

He sighed again and you knew he was torn, while you wanted to grab hold

of any moment with him you could. It was selfish, you knew that.

"Promise me ye'll go if it gets bad again."

You nodded your assent, not wanting to think about all the terrible things that could happen, that had already happened. You talked into the wee hours of the morning, about everything except

the future. Instead you talked about books, music, how his parents farm ran, all happy things that helped you shut out the outside world for just a little longer. Carys woke up once, but fell back to sleep quickly after eating. You tried so hard not to fall asleep, there would be enough

time for that later, but sometime in the dark your eyes had grown heavy and with the soothing comfort of your husband beside you, you had surrendered.

Waking with a start you sat up in bed, the space beside you empty. For a moment your heart stopped, had Jack gone, had he slipped out in the night? No. He would never have done that, it would be too cruel to the both of you. A shadow passed by the window and you held your breath as you heard his voice singing so softly you almost couldn't hear it.

"Can ye no hush yer weepin'

A the wee lambs are sleepin'

Birdies are nestin', nestin' together

Dream Angus is hirplin ower the heather

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell

Angus is here wi' dreams to sell

Hush ye my baby un' sleep without fear

Dream Angus has brought ye a dream my dear”

You didn't move a muscle as Jack’s shadow rocked back and forth gently, repeating the chorus of the lullaby until he finally laid Carys in her cradle and backed away. Turning to the bed he saw

your shadow in the pre-dawn light and climbed beside you holding you tight against his chest as you both laid back.

‘I didna wan tae wake ye, she just had a wee nightmare. My mam

used that lullaby tae sing me that tha' lullaby when I was a we’en. Always did the trick.’

‘It's beautiful.’ you murmured, looking to see the tiniest purple tinge to the sky through the window.

Dawn was coming, and with it Collins would leave again. Tears stung your eyes and you blinked them back, you wouldn't make him see you cry. He had enough to worry about, and you had to be strong so he didn’t go back to war worrying about you rather than himself.

The mood at breakfast was much more somber than the day before, everyone knew what it meant to go back, and though none of you spoke of it, the specter of death hung over you all.

By midmorning he was showered and back in uniform, ready to catch the train north, looking grim when he thought you weren't watching him.

This farewell was like all the rest, and not the only one happening around you. The station was full of young, uniformed men, weeping women and fathers trying to hold it together as their sons went off to war. You stood in each other's arms until the train arrived, Jack quietly singing in your ear as you swayed gently.

"We'll meet again, don't know where,

don't know when, but

I know we'll meet again some sunny day.'

He kissed you when it was time to board, his blue eyes shining as yours were with unshed tears.Uniformed men were leaning out of the windows, saying their farewells, kissing their sweethearts as they smiled and promised they would be home soon. Realistically you knew probably half of them would die far away from all those they loved. Finding a window Jack leaned out with a smile, reaching out his hand for you to grab, all the while telling you he loved you, that he would be back, not be afraid. You held on as long as you could as the train started to move, but soon it was too fast for you and he slipped out of your grasp. You ran after him as long as you could, until you could do more than wave until he rolled out of sight and was gone

July 20 1941

Collins.

Collins barely made mail call and it was with much relief that he managed to toss the letter into the bag before it was too late. He had taken his newest RAF photo a few days earlier and was anxious to send you a copy, he had grown a mustache and hoped that you would find it rather 

dashing when you saw him, he certainly liked it and was determined to grow a beard as soon as all this was over. He could already see you laughing and playfully pushing him away as he tried to nuzzle your face with it, then he would do the same to his children, enjoying their playful squeals when he chased them. The other men teased him good-naturedly for his eagerness, all of them having had to run to catch the mail at some point. The sooner you got a letter out the sooner you got one back and they all lived for those loving words from home, often reading them aloud and passing pictures around. He had done it two weeks ago after you had sent him copies of photos taken at the party and all the boys had awed over little Carys, a few of them had even offered to take his pretty wife off his hands. This had led to some friendly wrestling for the photo and sheepish grins when their Commander had come out to yell at them for behaving like children. The whole thing was a basic ritual between them now, along with the gathering of those things for the family when someone didn't come back. Which was more often than any of them cared to admit.

It was a beautiful day, bright sun and a cool, soft breeze and the men were all lying about on the grass next to the airfield. His squadron was stood down for a day so they could rest before

going back out there on their bombing missions. Collins was at war with himself about what he did now. In the spitfires, the enemy was easy to identify, and engage. The German pilots had the exact same mission as he did. When he shot down an enemy pilot he knew what he had done and who he had killed, though it never sat easy with any of them, the killing of another human being, no matter the reason. They tried to justify it by remembering that the same human would just have soon killed them without any hesitation, it was enough to bring a form of acceptance. But now, they crept through the skies under the cover of darkness, dropping bombs on the ground and most of the time sneaking away undetected. But on the ground were civilians, some likely innocent and that sat harder with him. There was not a small amount of guilt for the suffering he helped to inflict, but he would always do his duty. For King and Country and

all that, though he knew he would carry the guilt for the rest of his life. It was one of the many costs of surviving the war.

A football was produced from somewhere and several hours were spent kicking it about, right beside all the planes taking off and landing, the bullet holes in many of them a solemn reminder of reality. It was an unspoken superstition among the men at Feltwell and possibly everywhere else, that they didn't speak of the future after the war, it was considered a jinx and all too often it

had proven to be just so. Farrier had told stories about his plans almost every night and look at what had happened to him. His family may never know what had happened to him and they certainly would never have a body to bury, most of the families wouldn't. Where you fell was

where you stayed and if they found your tags and gave you a wooden cross with your name on it you were lucky.

Trying to shake the depression he was feeling, Collins pulled your photos out of his pouch and gazed at them. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered how happy you had all been that

day, they had captured a moment of pure happiness frozen in time. A smile

spread across his face as he looked at his family, someone handed him a cigarette and he lay back in the grass, the sun hot on his bare arms as he remembered all your happy moments

together. The sound of laughter filled the air, the kind of raucous noises that could only come from the play of hot-blooded young men letting off steam. It could almost make him forget, at least until the next plane landed.

'Fall in!'' A voice boomed from near the hangar and every man on the field was instantly back in duty mode, lining up and standing at attention.

Their commander stood before them along with four men, all dressed in the uniform of the New Zealand RAF, all with bright, friendly smiles on their faces. Collins had a feeling he knew what this was about and judging from the grim faces on the others, so did they.

'Right lads, I’m looking for  a volunteer to lend these Kiwis a hand tonight, their Flight Sergeant has the runs and they need a replacement for a run tonight, anyone want to offer their assistance?'

Dead silence, no-one ever actually wanted to go on a run. Collins looked at the four kiwis, all of whom looked younger than they had any right to be and saw the grim acceptance in their eyes. With or without a volunteer they would be in the air that night, with one they stood a better chance of surviving.

'I'll go!' Collins' hand was in the air before he even realized what he was doing. ‘Someone needs to show the colonists some real swagger. Aye lads?’

He stepped forward with a grin,trying to lighten the pall that had fallen over them all, the looks of relief on the Kiwi’s faces more than enough to convince him he'd done the right thing.

They all introduced themselves over tea, he would be flying with some great guys, and experienced at that, between them all they had almost 200 sorties done and dusted. In fact there had been more than one occasion when he and the Kiwi crew had been in the air on the same mission, flying alongside one another without ever knowing. The war may have been on many fronts but sometimes it shrunk down so small that it was uncanny. 

The other men went back to their leisure time while Collins quietly got himself ready, photos in his pocket for luck and a shot of scotch for courage. The men of  RNZAF Squadron 75 quartered on the other side of the base, and boy were they a rowdy lot. He smiled as he walked into the mess and the men started ribbing him about having a stiff upper lip. It was normal and he gave back by asking them if they all had pictures of their sheep. A few laughs and pats on the back later and he was one of the lads, although he was sure he understood their accents 

about as much as they understood his..

As it started to get dark, Collins and his four crewmates silently dressed in their flight suits and parachute packs before joining the rest of the squadron on the runway. The ground crew were fueling the five Vickers Wellington bombers that would be flying the mission. There were no escorts, Bomber Command had deemed them non-feasible in the long term and the Wellingtons

were heavily armored and carried a considerable amount of fire power. But they weren't as maneuverable as fighter planes, which often led to problems when they were faced with them. Still, Collins thought, staring at the metal fortress towering above them, these missions were considerably safer than dog-fighting in Spitfires.

‘Time to go mate.’ The wireless operator slapped his back as he walked by, breaking Collins from his thoughts.

"Hey, I thought it was the Aussies that said "mate”’

'Nah, who do you think the thieving bastards stole it from?'

The Kiwi / Aussie rivalry rumors had apparently not been exaggerated. Collins laughed as he slid into his seat in the cockpit of the plane, buckling himself in tightly and immediately beginning

to check his instruments. The pilot, a lad of 19 took his own seat and set about doing his own checks. The others took their own positions and chatted happily as they prepared.

"Hey Collins, you got a sweetheart?"

"Aye, a wife and a wee bairn." he pulled a picture of the three of you out to show the others.

"That's a lovely family you have there, Collins,’ the front gunner showed you a picture of his sweetheart, a pretty blonde girl of about 20. 'Hattie's parents said I couldn't marry her until I got home, so we better move this war along fast, so someone else doesn’t have time to try and steal her away.”

"Right then lads, let's go show the Krauts a thing or two about superior races!”

Collins slid his photo into the instrument panel after kissing it for luck. The bombers powered up and taxied to the runway, taking off into the night in quick succession. For a moment there was silence as they gained their altitude and moved into formation.

“What’s the mission then?”

The Flight-Officer/Wireless Operator unfolded his bundle of papers and pointed to a spot on the map.

“Here.” he handed Collins the aerial photo of their target so the pilots knew what to aim for. “A munitions factory just outside Gelsenkirchen.”

“Where the fuck is that?’

“Near Belgium and the Netherlands, the biggest city close to both of those borders.”

“That’s Western Germany ain’t it?” The young pilot looked unnerved, and Collins couldn’t blame him.

“Sure is, but we are flying up and around to avoid the worst of the Front.”

Collins had flown into Germany many times, but never so close to the Front. From the sounds of things the other men had only done it a handful of times and none were happy about doing it again. Then again orders were orders and they were well trained to follow them without question.

“So then, the flight time should be about one and half hours and it’s hot as soon as we cross the Channel, so stay sharp boys and let’s get home in one piece.” 

With that the Flight Officer took his place at the radio and silence settled on the small crew. They remained undetected as they flew over Belgium, their target was closer to the Netherlands but the Germans had control there, so a straight route was out of the question. It was amazing how quiet it was on the ground, at least until they flew closer to Germany and Collins could see the flashes in the dark, the fires and explosions. A prayer was whispered for the men down in the dark as the formation turned North North West toward the small town of Weseke, from where they would turn South toward their target. Intelligence had the area relatively clear of air traffic and at only 40 miles from the target it seemed they were well on course to complete the mission. They were only 20 minutes from dropping their bombs and getting the hell out of dodge.

There was a crackle through the radio and a voice came over sounding concerned.

“Be advised we think we spotted three Me.109’s, stay sharp lads.”

“Fuck.” Collins muttered under his breath, looking out the windows into the darkness.

There was barely enough moonlight to allow any of them to see any more than half a mile in any direction, meaning the Germans could be on them before they even had time to react.

“There!” He spotted a shape that seemed to be keeping pace with them. “One at 2 O’clock, about half a mile away!”

The gunner in the turret turned to aim, spotting the fighter where Collins said it would be. He was good, taking a mere second to open fire, the bullets streaking through the air, silver in the darkness. The German pilot easily dove out of the way before coming back into position. What the hell was he doing?

Collins didn’t like this at all.

“Anyone got eyes on the other two?” he asked into the headset.

“Confirmed, one Me. at 10 O’clock, half a mile out.” This from the other Wellington who was bringing up the rear of the formation.

They were being flanked and there was no sign of the third one anywhere. Their new 'companions' seemed in no rush to engage which had a shiver of unease running down Collins' spine. Looking over at the pilot he saw the same unease mirrored back at him.

Something was very wrong here.

“Heads up, they're moving.”

Collins watched as the fighter beside them banked away and out of sight, a voice on the radio confirming the same move from no. 2.

'This is it! Whatever their plan is it's happening now"

In almost perfect harmony, the five Wellingtons moved defensively, zig zagging across the sky in the hopes the Germans couldn't get a fix on them.

"Fuck me!" Where the hell are they?” he craned his neck to look out the window at all angles but there was nothing, except darkness.

"How are you as a gunner Collins?" the flight officer asked, poking his head into the cockpit.

"I'm a better pilot than gunner, Sir.”

"Actually, I'm good as a gunner, I have excellent aim." the young pilot spoke up.

“Collins, you have control, keep zig zagging” Gunner we need you in the rear in case those bastards come from behind.”

The bullets that hit the perspex in front of his face came out of nowhere and Collins felt his heart start to race from the unexpected shock.

'We're takin fire from the front!' He banked the Wellington as hard as he could, barely escaping the next barrage.

Like a monster rising out of the darkness, he saw the Me. coming straight ahead at him and he pushed the plane down, the bullets streaking overhead by centimeters, followed by lines of return fire, like shooting stars into the night. The Me. was gone before the bullets even got there. He heard the rear gunner firing and a loud curse.

"It's like he's a fucking ghost'' he yelled, searching for any sign of their enemy.

From the radio Collins could hear that the rest of the formation was under attack, men were shouting and the sound of gunfire was alive in the air. They were all well-trained men and if

anything they were going to make it bloody difficult for the Germans to get the better of them. 

They were so busy trying to stave off the German fighters that everyone had forgotten one thing.

The third one.

The blast came out of nowhere and if Collins hadn't been strapped into his seat he would have hit the roof of the cockpit. The Wellington shuddered and groaned, the sound of metal buckling and crumpling screaming in the air. He could smell fuel, taste the heavy tang of metal in the air, and could hear the men crying out behind him. 

“We’ve been hit!’ he barked into the radio, forcing himself to stay calm while the fear tried to overtake him.

They were still in the air. Chancing a look behind him he saw that the middle of the plane was caved in, trapping the young pilot in the back of the fuselage where he continued to fire relentlessly on the enemy. The Flight - Officer and Bomber were either unconscious or dead, their bodies trapped under crushed metal and framing. Sparks cracked in the air and at any moment one of them could ignite a fire, killing them all. 

"Sir, he's coming again!' The gunner in the turret cried out, letting loose a barrage of bullets while Collins tried to bank the Wellington out of the way with no luck. The ability to maneuver was gone, none of the pedals or sticks would respond and it was pure dumb luck that they

were even still in the air. The plane was dead. For the first time he felt terror. They

were going to go down and there was nothing he could do about it.

“If you can bail out, do it!' he called out to the two men, even though he already knew there was no way out.

“No chance for me, I'm stuck in here!” The rear Gunner called

back.

“Same up here.” The front gunner responded. “Let’s at least try and take the Nazi bastard with us!”

Collins could hear the fear in their voices. He could feel it rising in his chest, catching his breath away from him. He was trapped as well, the only escape route now buckled into the middle of the fuselage. His eyes darted around with the speed and terror of a caged animal. Less than a minute had passed since they were first hit, and yet it seemed like hours. In what seemed like  slow motion, Collins saw the Me. coming back at them and he called out to the others, bullets flying back and forth in the sky, the other bombers under attack and moving ahead. Banking

and turning sharply, the Me. flew overhead until it could come down behind them, like a lion coming in for the kill.

He heard the bullets, the scream of the pilot as they pierced the tail of the plane, managing to tear it off, along with half the rear gun compartment. 

Immediately the Wellington began to whine, the nose falling forward toward the unseen ground. As the plane began its final dive, Collins looked at the photo in front of him. Suddenly he felt no fear, only a heart-aching heaviness in his chest. He could see every memory, every moment you had spent together flashing in his head. So many happy memories. He felt sad that he would never see his daughter grow up, or see your eyes light up again, but he was thankful for the time he'd been given. 

The plane fell fast, spinning as it dove, trailing acrid smoke behind it. It took a minute and as it crashed into the ground, crumpling into almost nothing, Collins smiled as he slipped into unconsciousness. He was at peace. 

Then the world went dark.

Author’s Notes

On July 20 1940 a Vickers Wellington bomber carrying five souls, was lost near the town of Weseke. They were on a mission to bomb oil and coal infrastructures near the city of Gelsenkirchen in Germany. All on board were killed.

Nothing is known as to how they were lost, only that they were there and then they were gone.. 

Other crews with them that night reported seeing Me. 109's “Messerschmitts” in the area, so it is 

assumed that they were shot down. It would have taken no more than two minutes.

German Ace Pilot (he was not an Ace yet as this was his first confirmed kill), Siegfried Wandam

reported downing a Wellington bomber in the same vicinity on the same night. He was later killed coming in to land, badly damaged in 1943, having claimed 10 kills.

The crew of the Wellington consisted of four Kiwis and two Brits, the Kiwis part of the famous 75th Squadron, the first non- British to fight and suffer losses in the air. The 75th were known for their high success rate and tenacity, they flew the most missions of any squadron, dropped the second highest payload, and suffered the most losses of any other unit.

Bomber and Fighter Command did not believe that fighter escorts were necessary for night-time bombing raids, a belief that left the Wellingtons vulnerable as they only had the ability

to defend themselves from the front and back. In one mission in 1942, 20 Wellingtons were lost out of 33 Allied  aircraft downed. A total of 73 men went down . Only 13 survived as P.O.W’s.

The crew of Wellington Mk. Ic R. 3165 AA-L were buried in a communal grave by persons unknown, a marker with their names erected. The only way to identify them was with their dog tags which were collected and returned to their families. At a later time the remains were transferred to be interred at Reichswald Forest War Cemetery in Germany.

7671 men are interred there.

Their names were:

Samuel Miles Mackenzie Watson Age 27

Edward Colin Joseph Cameron Age 19

Ronald John Alexander Anderson Age 26

John Lewis Owen Age 24

G. M. Cumming Age 27

H Wilson Age 21

Ronald Alexander John Anderson was my great-uncle.

From top left: Anderson, Reichswald Forest War Cemetery, Cameron. Middle Left: Final resting place1, communal grave with marker, final resting place 2. Bottom left: Watson, Wandam, Owen.

I could find no photos or information on Wilson or Cumming, who were the two Brits on the sortie.

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[smuggsy]

Sometimes you just gotta write some flyboys, y'know...

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[mlmxreader]

Bluebird | Farrier x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Farrier

2 “I’ll be right behind you” ❞

: ̗̀➛ It's really not fair, but you and Farrier can't do a thing.

: ̗̀➛ period typical homophobia (its only brief talk of laws), swearing, mentions of smoking

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Training day.

You and Farrier were well equipped as you sneered at each other where you stood between the planes; his blue Spitfire would never be a match for your green Hawker Hurricane, and he knew that well enough.

It didn't stop him from putting money on himself winning the air race later, though; as was tradition. Whenever you and Farrier were training new recruits for the RAF, you always had a friendly little race... maybe even too friendly.

It would often end with him pulling you aside, his mouth on yours as he trapped you between his body and the nearest wall; your hands in his hair as you relished every single little touch. You looked forward to that friendly competition every fucking month, always excited and eager for it to take place.

Today was no different, as plenty of men had come over to volunteer for the RAF as per usual; Polish, Czech, Indian, and even a few Australians.

They were ready and willing to fight, they were all ready and willing to go up in the air and give their lives to end the Nazi regime and its rule of terror.

You sneered at Farrier as he stuck his tongue out at you, unbuttoning his flight jacket; you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

Nobody would ever have guessed that, behind closed doors, the two of you were more than friendly; granted, you fought well together and you were often put on missions together, but nobody really batted much of an eye.

They just assumed that the two of you were competent enough to put aside childish competitions when it came to the real action - the dog fights and the bombing raids. Protecting other planes carrying precious cargo.

They never had any idea about the long, cold nights. Wrapped up in each other's embrace and snuggled in together underneath the scratchy olive coloured blankets. Shivering and squirming to get some warmth.

Your hand on his chest, fingers trailing along little patterns as he hummed and told you about how much he wished love wasn't a crime.

How much he wished that you and him could be open and honest with everybody around you, but knowing that the price was too high to pay. His mother and father knew, just as your best friend knew, but nobody else could ever.

You had to act as if you couldn't tolerate one another, as if you were petty and childish and too competitive to ever get along. Nobody could ever know.

Not about the way he held you close to his chest and murmured to you that he loved you, that he was proud of you. His voice so soft, almost prayer-like. Nobody could know about the times that you put your head on his chest just to hear his heartbeat, just to feel him there and know that you were both still alive.

The price to be paid was too high. Nobody could know about the soft kisses behind closed doors and the laced fingers beneath blankets. Nobody could know about the shared cigarettes and what went on in public toilets when the door was locked.

You smacked his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow, and he did so gladly; taking a quick look around to make sure no one would notice before he met you behind the public toilet.

Those who didn't know about the secret meeting place never batted an eye, always assuming that some relief was needed and that all the cubicles and urinals had been taken up.

You pushed Farrier against the wall, pressing your face to the side of his neck as you breathed in his scent; leather and fuel.

"We're gonna be sent out soon," you murmured, your voice sending soft vibrations across his skin. "I can feel it."

Farrier put his arm around you, keeping you close as he hummed softly and closed his eyes. "It'll be like last time. A few dog fights, then back home."

"I dunno," you whispered. "Our boys still haven't been pulled out of Dunkirk..."

"They'll get there," he promised, pushing you away and gently grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb so you couldn't hang your head. "I'll be right behind you, every step of the way... do you read me, Green Hawk?"

You smiled, scoffing as you rolled your eyes fondly. "I read you, Bluebird."

It was all rather silly, really, but you and Farrier had established your own little nicknames for one another. Bluebird for him, as his plane was blue and his morning voice was always as musical as a bird song after a storm.

Green Hawk for you, as your plane was green and you always watched him like a hawk whenever he was around - it helped that you had a Hawker Hurricane, too.

It was silly, but you both needed something like that; something to make you both smile, something to remind you both that even though you could never be truly open, you could always find a way or two to wriggle around it slightly.

You crashed into him, holding onto his shirt as you sighed heavily and grumbled under your breath; training day was never much fun as it was aside from the races, but with the added knowledge that the days were dwindling... it made it even worse.

"I'm gonna win, y’know," he mused, hoping to spark your dampened spirits. "I'm always faster than you."

You scoffed as you tried not to laugh, although you weren't strong enough to force it back entirely. "You wish... the Hawker is a far superior plane."

Farrier smiled sadly as he rubbed your back a little. "It's never been superior, love."

"Fuck off," you laughed a little more. "Bluebird."

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[cinemastyles-backup]

One and Done?

Summary: Anon request - “Hello I have a oneshot request/idea can you do an enemies to lovers where y/n is just as popular as Harry and he can't stand it but he secretly loves her and make it as smutty as you possibly can?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angst, asshole!harry, masterbation using vibrator, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, creampie, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

DUNKIRK HARRY

"You can't just not show up to the press conference, Harry." I overhear my manager tell Harry. Well, our manager.

"Why not?" Harry argues, "You'll have y/n there. She can cover all the questions."

I roll my eyes and smirk, Harry cannot stand that I'm just as big as he is. It gets under his skin that his fans love me just as much as him, and I live for that.

"You're the other star of the movie, Harry. You can't just bail on the press for it. We need you to talk about it."

I take a deep breathe and walk around the corner, "Hey, mick, I was looking- oh sorry did I interrupt something?" I glance at Harry and poorly hide my smirk on purpose.

"Yeah, kinda." Harry says with an annoyed tone.

"No, y/n. What's up?" Mick says with a sigh.

"I was wondering what the dress code for tomorrow is." I cross my arms and put my weight on my left leg, popping my hip out, "Is it dress up? Casual?"

"Yeah, we have a dress for you. They're bringing it tomorrow morning." Mick's phone rings, "If you'll excuse me.." he picks up the phone and leaves the room.

I look at Harry, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Did I say anything?"

I shrug, "You're staring at me like you want to."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Staring? Never." He walks over and grabs a bottle of water, "You wish I would stare at you."

I pretend to gag, "Barf."

He tilts his head, "No, I was actually thinking about what horrid dress they're going to make you wear tomorrow."

I roll my eyes, "Please. I could wear a stained table cloth and still look better than you." I turn to walk out and Harry says my name.

I turn and look at him, "What."

He walks over to me and looks down. A smirk slowly grows on his lips, "Good luck tomorrow. You're going to need it."

He brushes his chest against mine and walks out.

——

I lay in bed alone. Tossing and turning, kind of anxious for tomorrow's press conference.

I roll onto my back and let out a sigh as I drop my hands beside me onto the bed. I bite my lip and flip the covers off of my body.

I get up and walk over to my suitcase, digging though to pull out my compact vibrator. I smile and prance back to bed. I pull the covers back over and bite my lip as I click the button to turn it on.

I go through the options until I'm on the highest setting. I place the vibrator on my clit and arch my back, letting out a gasp.

I spread my legs wider and try to picture something to help me get to the release I'm so desperately craving.

Harry.

I pull the vibrator away from my body and sit up, "No." I say to myself, "No. No. No."

I toss the vibrator on the bed and lay back down. I chew on the inside of my lip and sigh, he'll never know.

I lean up and snatch the still buzzing object off the bed and place it between my legs again.

Harry circles my brain. In my mind, I make the sex scene we filmed real, and with a few added details.

His cock plunging deep into my pussy. His hands tangled into my hair. His voice, deep and raspy as he tells me how much of a good girl I'm being for him.

I moan Harry's name loudly which catches me off guard and I slam my hand over my mouth.

I arch my back off the bed and squeeze my thighs together as I cum to the image of Harry absolutely railing me into the mattress.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I slowly pull the vibrator away and click it off. I lay it next to me on the bed and slowly take my hand away from my mouth.

Harry's room is right next to mine and I hope to God he didn't hear me.

——

"Good morning." Gwen, who does the makeup, greets as I sit down in her chair, "Oh honey. Did you not sleep last night? You look exhausted."

Harry walks in and sits down next to me, "Yeah, y/n, you look like you were up all hours of the night." He smirks and sips his coffee.

Oh god, he heard me. He fucking heard me.

"Harry. Stop it. You look tired too." Gwen snaps pointing a makeup brush at him.

I smirk slightly, "Yeah, Harry. You look like you were up all hours of the night." I mock him in a fake British accent. He rolls his eyes and starts to get his hair done.

"I'll fix you up nice and pretty, don't you worry." Gwen winks at me in the mirror and I smile, "Thanks."

——

"Okay people. It's almost red carpet time!" Don the direction yells while clapping his hands.

"You two better play nice today or I swear to God.." Mick says through gritted teeth.

"Not me you have to worry about." Harry throws me under the bus.

"Mhm." Mick rolls his eyes, "Just- both of you please .. this is important."

"You got it." I give him a thumbs up and give Harry an eye roll. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask turning towards him, "If you have something to say, say it."

He leans in close to me and whispers, "I heard you."

I freeze and stare at him in shock, unable to process that he fucking heard me touching myself to him.

Him of all people.

"Y/N." I blink and look over at Mick, "Y/N. Go. It's your turn."

I suddenly come back to the embarrassing reality and turn away from Harry. I take a deep breathe and smooth my dress out, walking with shaky legs down the carpet.

I smile, turn, and pose for the photographers, moving down the line. The fans scream for me, just as much as they do for Harry and I glance down at him. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile.

Even though he might know what I did, I still get under his skin and his huge narcissistic ego is bruised.

I walk up to the fans to sign a few things and say hello and they go wild.

"Hello. Hi. Hello. Thank you for coming." I say with a huge smile, "Thank you."

"Y/N. You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" I smile and pose for a selfie with a few fans, "I gotta go! Thank you! Thank you!" I blow kisses as I walk to the last group of photographers.

"Can we see the dress?"

"Do a little spin for us, yeah?"

I spin around slowly, allowing them to see just how good this dress shows off the curves of my body.

"Can we get the stars of the movie together please?"

My heart sinks to my ass and I swear fell out.

"Of course you can!" Harry says with a chuckle as he walks up to me, "Hello." He says with a smirk, "Nice to finally hear- er, I mean see you again."

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I swallow, "Fuck off." I mumble through a smile.

"Sounds like you already beat me to it. Last night at least." He pulls me closer to him and looks up at the cameras.

I fight to hold my smile. It feels like forever until they're finally done with us.

"Thank you!" I smile and walk away from Harry. I walk into the hallway to meet the other cast members who are joining us today.

I lean against the wall and take a deep breathe. I look over as Harry walks in and I scoff and turn away. He walks up and leans his shoulder against the wall behind me, "You know.." he pauses.

I shake my head and pull my arm away as he touches the back of my arm, "Y/N." I can sense that he stepped closer, "If you would have asked.." he leans down, his lips are almost touching my ear, "I could have helped you."

I whip around and lay a hand on his chest, "You don't know what you're talking about." I yell in a quiet tone, "So just shut your fucking mouth and let me the hell alone."

He chuckles, "I get it. I'd fantasize about me, too. I promise you're not the only one."

"You're so disgusting." I roll my eyes and turn back around, "Fucking men." I grumble to myself.

"You're not easy to like yourself, sweetheart. So maybe before you judge anyone else, you work on fixing yourself." He huffs.

"I don't need.." I turn around, "I don't need to work on anything other than hating you more."

"Mhm." He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "I'm sure you hate me so much." He fake moans the last two words.

"Hmm. I don't need to hate you more because you've just maxed out the scale of hate." I roll my eyes and walk forward, getting ready to walk in.

"Go, y/n." Mick says motioning for me to walk in.

I put on a smile and walk in, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses as they cheer for me. I walk up on stage and take my seat, smiling and thanking them.

Harry walks in and it's the same level of excitement as it is for me. I purse my lips together and look down, brushing my lashes with my finger to hide my smirk.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you." He takes his seat, of course, right next to me.

——

This is has been a piece of cake. The questions were easy. The answers were easy. We were in the home stretch- until that one interview had to ask that one goddamn question.

"What we're the feelings going on during the big sex scene that you and Harry had to do?"

I stare at her for a few seconds before I speak, "Um, well. I feel like you need to have a certain level of trust when doing something like that, you know?" I start, "I can definitely say that there was a lot of that. We had an amazing coach there with us to help us achieve the level of realness, I guess you could say?"

I glance over at Harry and smile at him, "I couldn't have asked for a better partner to do that scene with."

I look back out to the crowds and Mick gives me two thumbs up.

"And Harry?" The interviewer asks, "How do you feel about it?"

Harry takes a deep breathe and thinks for a moment, "I have to agree with y/n on that actually. You also have to fully be okay with being that.. naked with a couple other people in the room, and y/n was just as nervous as I was at first." He leans forward, "We got comfortable with each other pretty quick."

"And how was that? Did you guys like-"

I cut her off, speaking kinda quickly, "No. No. it was more like we knew we had to do this so we talked each other through our nerves and just focused on making this movie the best it could possibly be."

"Thank you."

I nod and avoid looking over at Harry.

"Let's have a round of applause for our amazing cast of  Rose and Levi." The host says clapping with the crowd.

I stand up, smiling and waving, and praying this is over so I can go curl up in my hotel room and die for the rest of the day.

——

"We leave tomorrow morning. The cars will be waiting out front to take us to the airport, seven am. Don't be late." Mick says nodding, "You did good today. See you tomorrow."

I smile and grab my bag, "Thanks." I walk to the elevator and press the button. Someone else walks up and I can immediately tell that it's Harry.

"Not one word the entire way up." I say as the doors open. I get on and turn around. My eyes follow him as he walks on. He presses the three button and steps back.

He has his hair pushed back with glasses and a grey hoodie on with black shorts and I find myself thinking what it would be like to get fucked on an elevator.

I chew on the inside of my lip and beg myself to stop thinking that way.

The doors open and I practically sprint off and down the hall way to my room. I give Harry one last look, debating on acting on my thoughts or not.

I tilt my head and go into my room, shutting the door quickly. I press my back against the door and listen to see if I can hear him go into his room or not.

It stays silent and I let out a sigh, "Fuck." I run my hands over my face and go into the bathroom to run a shower.

I strip down from my morning clothes and put the robe on that's hanging on the door. I pour a glass of wine as I wait for the water to heat up and I drink it all in one gulp.

I pour another and do the same thing before I set the glass down and walk into the bathroom. I shut the door and step in.

I let the water run over my body and Harry's voice runs through my head, I could have helped you.

I bite my lip and shake my head. He wasn't serious. Was he? No, no. I'm not asking. No.

——

I wrap my hair in the towel and put the robe back on, loosely tying the belt around my waist.

I pour another glass of wine, but this time I take my time with it. There's a knock on the door and I look up, "Coming." I look through the peephole and let out a sigh.

"What do you want?" I say as I open the door. Harry pushes past me and walks right in, "Yeah, sure. Just co-"

He turn around and cuts me off, "Just shut the hell up for a minute, okay?"

I stare at him shut the door, "Yes sir."

He runs a hand through his hair, "You." He groans, "Fuck." He walks toward me then turns around, "God dammit, y/n."

"What the hell did I do?" I hold out my arms to the sides and watch was he paces, "If you ca-"

"You made me love you."

I cannot produce words anymore, so I just stand there, completely blindsided by what he said.

"You.." he walks over and stands in front of me, "You have a fire inside of you that just.. pulls me in and it gets worse the harder I try to fight it." His eyes scan over my face, "What you did last night? Moaning my name.. I've done countless of times with yours."

My lips part and I just stare at him.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wish I could have just .. Fucked you for real during our scene. Just ripped those panties off of you and shoved my cock deep into that pussy of yours."

My breathe catches in my throat and I look around, "H-Harry." I whisper trying to comprehend the words he just spoke, "I-I.."

He steps towards me, "Hearing you moan my name is something I've dreamed of hearing, y/n."

I watch as he traces the fabric of my robe.

"And the fact that you're loved by the world, makes it even worse for me because you could have anyone you want an-"

"I want you." I speak quickly. I repeat the words I just spoke in my head and nod, "I want you."

He smirks and is quick to untie my robe, revealing my naked body to him. He seen me naked a couple times but the look on his face is like he's seeing me for the very first time all over again.

His eyes scan over my body and he pulls me in by my robe, "You're so fucking sexy, y/n." His hands slide onto my hips and he pulls me into him.

I finish my wine quickly and set the glass on the table. Harry picks me up and takes me to the bed, laying me down and kissing up my body to my lips.

My hands grab his neck and I pull him close, almost like my body missed him.

It did.

"Tell me what you did last night." He says, "Tell me what you thought about."

"You." I whisper, "I thought about you."

"Doing what, my love?" Harry drags his fingers down my naked body, stopping once he reaches my clit.

My lips part as he presses down, "To-touching myself." I breathe out and moan. He presses circles onto my clit as his lips place little kisses on my skin.

"Did it feel good?" He asks quietly, "Did touching yourself to me feel so good?"

I nod and arch my back, "Y-yes."

"I was awake, doing the same thing." He kisses my jaw line, his fingers move down and slip inside of me, "But with you. Thinking about your beautiful, naked body under mine."

I moan as he pushes his fingers deep into me, curling them.

"You drive me fucking insane, y/n." He mumbles as he nudges his nose against my neck, "I hate it."

I open my eyes and look at him, "You.. hate it?"

"Well.." he tilts his head, "Until now. I hated it until this very moment."

I smile slightly and gasp as he thrusts his fingers in slowly, "Harry." I whimper, "Please."

"Please what? Hmm?" He kisses from my cheek to my lips, "Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."

"I need your cock." I clench around his fingers and he chuckles, "Can you cum for me, y/n?" He works his fingers in and out at a slightly faster pace, working me to the edge.

"Fuck." I gasp loudly as I cum on his hand.

He groans lowly, "Good job, baby."

I catch my breathe and look up at him, "Why didn't you ever tell me?" He slips his hoodie and shirt off and shrugs, "It was easier to hate you at the time."

"What do you mean?" I sit up and watch as he slowly pushes his sweats down.

He shakes his head, "That's not important anymore." He takes his boxers off and crawls up the bed. I lay back as he moves on top of me and I look up at him.

"What's important right now.. is that I find out what you taste like." He smirks slightly and kisses down my body.

I bite my lip and watch as he pushes my legs further apart and licks his lips. I throw my head back and my back rises off the bed as his tongue slides up my pussy.

He moans as his tongue slides in and out and I whine, "Harry." He grips my inner thighs and his fingers dig in.

I let out a loud moan and reach down with one hand to lay it on his head. My fingers gradually gather a fist full of hair and I pull as I push him closer.

I repeatedly moan out his name as he tongue fucks me.

His nose rubs my clit, adding additional pleasure and I cum again. He continues to eat me out for another few minutes and pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

"You taste fucking delicious, y/n." He whispers as he makes his way up to me again, "Hearing you moan out my name is music to my ears. I fucking love it."

I bite my lip and lean up to connect my lips with his. My tongue slides into his mouth and I moan at my taste on his tongue.

"Roll over." He commands.

I roll over onto my stomach and his hands grip my ass cheeks, "Fuck." He groans, "So fucking hot."

He leans down and kisses down my back as he grips my hips to pull them up. I move my legs up so my ass is in the air for him.

"You want my cock?" He asks delivering a slap to my right cheek, "Hmm?"

I nod and moan, "Yes."

"Couldn't quite hear ya, love." He delivered a smack to my left cheek.

"Yes." I practically scream out from the pained pleasure he gave me, "Yes Harry."

"Mm." He spreads my folds apart and pumps his fingers inside of me a few times before he pulls them out and replaces it with his cock.

I push my face into the mattress and leg out a loud moan as I grip the sheets.

"I want to hear you, baby." Harry says grabbing my hair and pulling my head up, "I want to hear you scream while I fuck the shit out of you."

I nod once and moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside of me, "Fuck, Harry!"

He groans and pulls out, roughly thrusting back in.

I let out a loud moan and push my hips back to meet his. His hand on my hip tightens as he starts to thrust, hard and slow.

"Your pussy is hugging my cock in all the right ways. Fuck." He moans, "I knew I needed you."

I moan louder with each hard thrust. Screaming out his name with the most utter pleasure, "Fuck. Fuck."

I clench around him and claw at the bed, "H-ha-" I can't even speak. My eyes roll shut and my body goes numb.

Harry groans and let's go of my hair. My head falls onto the bed and he grips my hips, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck, y/n." He moans, "You're going to make me cum sooner than I want, fuck."

I grip the sheets and pull, letting the whole hotel know, if they don't already know by now, that's I'm being given a proper fuck.

Harry's thrusts slow down and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me.

I let out a sigh and lay my body down as soon as he pulls out.

Harry falls down next to me and we lay there for a few minutes until he finally gets up. He puts on his sweats and lays his hoodie on the bed.

"So what was that? Just a one and done fuck?" I ask grabbing my robe and putting it on, "Or.." I tie my robe shut again and sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks at me and stares at me for a few seconds before he walks over to me.

He stands between my legs and lifts my chin up with his fingers, "If anyone else touches you, I'll break every single one of their goddamn fingers. You're mine now, baby."

——

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[tiredkitten]

Cillian Murphy in Dunkirk (2017) hits differently. So goddamn gorgeous!

-Ctto.

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[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry.

I feel like this is a long beginning but just go with it because I promise it gets F I L T H Y.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, praise kink, squirting, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, F I L T H and some fluff

Master List

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.

"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.

This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.

We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I’m honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don’t know. He’s asking if I’d ever want to go public and I’m not really opposed to it.

But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.

"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.

Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"

Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."

James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.

"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.

"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.

"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."

"Okay." Harry nods.

"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"

James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.

I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.

Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.

I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.

"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.

That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.

"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"

He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.

I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."

Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.

"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"

Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."

I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."

The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.

He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."

"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.

"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.

The crowd '0ohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."

He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."

He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"

I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"

Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.

He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.

I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."

He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."

James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."

Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."

I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."

"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please..”

The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.

"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?”

He leans in, “What do they say exactly?”

“That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?”

Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."

He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."

I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.

"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"

Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.

"Spill."

The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.

I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."

He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"

I laugh and shrug.

The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, “That’s all I’m giving you.” He walks away and turns around laughing.

God I love his laugh and smile.

I’m so in love with this man, it’s insane.

"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"

He smiles and nods, "Mhm."

"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.

"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."

I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."

"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.

I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"

I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.

"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.

"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"

We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."

"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."

My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.

James stops us and congratulates us again.

"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."

"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry’s dressing room.

He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."

He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.

He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.

He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.

I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.

He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.

His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.

"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.

"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.

I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.

I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.

I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"

"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.

His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.

He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.

All I can do is moan.

He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."

He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"

"Please." I whimper, "I need you."

He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."

I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."

He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.

I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.

He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.

My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.

I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.

"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.

He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.

"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."

He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."

"You feel so good around my cock."

"I love it when you cum for me."

I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.

"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."

He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."

His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, “I love you so much.”

He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."

I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We’ll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.

I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."

He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."

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Types of Harry replying to…“I’m pregnant” ✰

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𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Y/N has been assigned on a solo undercover mission. Infiltrate the warehouse, secure the flash drive, and evade detection; seems simple enough. But what happens if she gets caught by a dangerous criminal & her life hangs in the balance?

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Through the Dark (1)

(Harry Styles x Miller!Fem!reader)

(The Last Of Us AU)

(If you haven't seen the show or played the game, it's fine. But I definitely recommend it. This follows the timeline of the show.)

Joel Miller knew one thing. To survive. Protect his little girl. Keep her close, keep her safe and keep himself going. With Ellie in tow, the three of them in pursuit of the Fireflies, they meet a man. And whether Joel liked it or not, that man would change everything.

Character intro

Chapter warnings: Blood, suicide(brief),strong language .

Bill and Frank's-Lincoln, Massachusetts. 2023

With a slam of the hood of the truck, dad wipes his hands with a nearby rag. He sighs as he rests up against the truck, his eyes sullen as he avoids my line of sight.

I can't blame him. I'm the same way. The pain from losing Tess is still fresh, but now Bill and Frank? I know he just wants to get rid of Ellie quick and find Uncle Tommy, and it's killing him that he hasn't heard from him.

"Truck's ready to go. Grab what ya can, baby girl. We.. We won't be comin' back."

I open my mouth to respond when Ellie walks into the garage, hair wet with a smile on her face.

"There's hot water. You guys should shower, 'cause you smell baaad. Like you could wake the dead-."

Dad growls and glares at her before he stomps off towards the house. Ellie frowns, her face practically screaming an apology.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't-."

I force a small smile and shake my head as I throw a bag in the cab of the truck.

"Don't mind him. He's always like that. You're fine, Ellie."

She nods as she walks over to the gun wall, tracing her hand over a small pistol.

"Don't you even think about it!"

Ellie and I turn our attention to my dad, his hair wet and wreaking of Old Spice as he glares at the young girl. She mumbles something under her breath before walking over to the truck and leans against it. I sigh and head inside the house to take a shower myself.

I keep close to the guest room, not daring to go anywhere near the master. I try to take a bit of extra time to enjoy the peaceful silence as I'm done washing myself, but my peace is interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door.

"Y/N! Hurry up! Joel is being an asshole and I can't handle him much longer on my own!"

Ellie bangs on the door again and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Give me a minute, will ya Ellie?"

She mumbles through the door and I turn off the shower and push open the curtain, reaching for the clean towel I had found. I quickly dry off and change into some clothes I had found.

I slip on my boots and run my fingers through my wet hair before throwing it back up in it's usual ponytail. I let out one more sigh before opening the door to see Ellie, opposite the doorway as she leans against the wall.

She looks up and gives me a small huff. She tosses me a stick of deodorant and I nod on thanks, applying it as we walk back to the truck. I hop in the front passenger side with Ellie in the back and dad in the drivers seat.

We drive on and on, only stopping to refuel and stopping once to sleep, since dad insisted that I couldn’t drive. We drive until we can’t, and with no way around the dozens of cars blocking the way, dad parks the truck and gets out. I start to get out but he snaps and glares at me.

“Stay in the truck. Both of you.”

I scoff and start to get out anyways when he comes over to my side and shuts my door.

“I’m not gonna tell ya again, Y/N. Stay. I mean it.”

I groan and fall into my seat as he goes looking around. He comes back a few minutes later, getting back in and starting the truck. He turns us around and I start looking at the map, trying to find another way.

After about 30 minutes of driving, dad gets pissed of and begins to snap.

“Y/N, I swear. You’re fuckin’ 29, you should be able to read a map!”

“I am reading it but it’s smudged! Not my fault! It’s hard to see clearly!”

“That’s some lame bull-.”

“Holy shit guys! Is that the QZ?”

Dad slams on the brakes and we turn our attention to where Ellie is pointing.

“Where the fuck is FEDRA?”

Before either of us can respond, we hear a shouting from outside the car.

Holy shit there’s a guy! Joel stop! We have to help him-.”

I force myself to look away, knowing full well we won’t be stopping to help him.

Don’t trust anyone but family. That’s what he always says..

Dad drives off, a little faster, ignoring Ellie as she complains.

“Seriously! He was hurt! You can’t just-.”

She is cut off by something falling into the windshield, smashing the glass. Dad lets out a string of curses and with no clear sight, we crash into a building.

“You two okay? Not hurt or nothin’?”

“ ‘M fine, dad.”

“I think I’m okay..”

He starts to say something but is interrupted by the sound of gun shots hitting the truck. We duck down and unbuckle, getting out the passenger door as the gun shots continue to pour through.

Dad grabs his gun and ducks, waiting to fire back, when he’s tackled by a man. The man starts to choke him and with every fiber in me, I try not to freak out as I grab my gun. I attempt to pull the trigger but my gun jams, sending me into a full on panic attack.

Before I can tackle the guy, I hear another gun click and I see Ellie is the one holding it. She hesitates only for a minute before she shoots him in the leg and he groans in pain. He gets off of dad, crying as Ellie continues to hold the gun to him.

I rush over to dad, coughing to catch his breath, but he only pushes me away. The guy continues to cry, spitting out apologies and saying that he doesn’t want to die.

Dad gets up and takes the gun from Ellie before turning back to the idiot who attacked him. He then turns to look at us again and with a stern clear voice, he mutters instructions.

“Back behind the wall. Both of you. Now.”

Knowing it’s better not to argue, I grab Ellie’s hand and drag her through the hole in the wall before pulling her off to the side. She lets out a long, trembling sigh as we wait for what’s coming.

“No.. No please no..!”

She squeezes my hand, though her eyes remain trained on the wall in front of us. It’s quiet for another moment for dad speaks up through the hole in the wall.

“Y/N, I gotta get in there, I can’t get through.”

I look around and Ellie pipes up.

“There’s some stuff against the door.”

“Well, hurry up and move it.”

Working together, we pull the desk back as dad continues to slam the door, before he hurries in and pushes the desk back against the door. He looks at me for a minute, worry in his eyes, but I shake my head. He then nods at Ellie and she shrugs, slinging her backpack.

“I’m okay. I’m good. I- uh.. got some food in here still and I got your light.”

He takes the flashlight from her and we head through a door, carefully treading outside, quietly making our way across the alleyway and into another building.

We quietly make our way through and settle by a window that’s covered in newspapers.

“Dad-.”

He shakes his head at me and I sigh. It’s quiet for a minute before Ellie quietly speaks up.

“Will we be okay in here?”

“For a Little bit maybe. Looks like they’re lookin’ through apartment buildin’s first. But they’ll be comin’ through these places soon enough.”

Ellie stands up and starts looking through the window, and that’s when I start to zone out. I can hear their voices, but not enough to comprehend what they’re saying clearly.

I feel dad take a seat next to me and he lets out a sigh. I continue to zone out until I hear Ellie call my name.

“Y/N.. Y/N!”

I look up and she looks worried. Dad lightly shoves me and I turn my head to him.

“Y’ okay, babygirl?”

I quietly nod, letting out a sigh as I plop my head against the wall. They continue to talk quietly, my eyes drooping before I suddenly lose consciousness.

The next thing I know, I’m being kicked, rather hard as I begin to come to.

“N-Y/N! Wake up! Come one! We’re leaving!”

Ellie pulls on my arm and I sigh as I get up and grab my bag, slinging it on my shoulder. I wait at the door by dad and he looks at the both of us, his face filled with worry.

“We’re gonna get through this, ‘kay?”

Ellie and I nod and he gives us one more look before opening the door slowly, with Ellie and I following him outside. We move quietly through the streets, somehow not running into any more problems by dark. We find an abandoned building and dad hoists Ellie up to one of the vents outside so she can get it.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Take a look around first..Ellie? Goddamn it..”

Dad grumbles and before he can say anything, the door opens.

“Where would you be without me, huh?”

Dad groans and I laugh.

“By now, Wyoming.”

“Oh..yeah.Walking into that one.”

I let out another quiet laugh as I close the door behind me, following them inside. I pull out my flashlight, turning it on as I follow close.

“We’ll make our way up, and come morning, I’ll take a look at the city and find our way out.”

Dad pushes open the door to the stairwell, and as soon I see the number of flights of stairs, I let out a snort.

“Dad,there ain’t no fuckin’ way you’re makin’ 45 flights of stairs with your knees.”

I can see him glare at me briefly from the flashlight and Ellie and I chuckle.

“No, smart ass. Just like you’re uncle Tommy sometimes I swear. We’re not goin’ all the way.”

Ellie and I share a mischievous look.

“How far then, Joel?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he responds in a grumble.

“..As far as I can make it…”

We make it up about 15 flights before we start to pant from exhaustion.

“Hey.. That guy that said he was hurt.. how did you know it was an ambush?”

Dad hesitates before answering her.

“I’ve been on both sides..It was a long time ago. We did what we needed to survive..”

I frown, thinking back of some of the darkest days.

Seeing him like that.. I couldn’t look him in the eyes for a while back then.

He glances at me and I just shake my head.

“You two? And Tess?”

My dad shakes his head.

“Not Y/N. My brother was there.. And some other people that we were with.”

Ellie is quiet for another moment so I keep moving up the stairs, when her next question causes me to stop again.

“Did you kill innocent people?”

Dad looks at her before looking up at me. I avoid eye contact and start walking up again when I hear him mumble.

“c’mon.”

Ellie finally drops the topic and at about the 33rd floor, we enter the nearby door, all of us collapsing against the wall out of breath. Not even giving us much of a minute to catch our breath, Ellie kicks dad’s shoe and holds a hand out to him.

“Gimme a minute, will ya?”

Ellie shakes her head and kicks his boot again.

“Get up, you lazy ass.”

He growls under his breath before taking her hand, allowing her to help him up.He then walks over to me and pulls me up without breaking a sweat.

“Lazy ass.. I’m 56 years old, you little shit.”

Ellie and I share a small laugh as we follow behind him.We enter a vacant room and dad shatters the glass of the door, spreading it around the entrance of the room.

“What the hell..?”

She looks at me in confusion and I just shake my head.

“Don’t argue with him. Bill gave him a bunch of survival 101 tips and he uses them like he’s a fuckin’ Boy Scout. He’s spreadin’ the glass so no one sneaks up on us while we’re sleepin’.”

She nods and lays on one of the cushions she found. I toss one over to dad and he nods but raises a brow when he sees me sitting up still.

“I’m keepin’ watch Daddy, it’s fine.You need the sleep.”

He shakes his head and throws his jacket to me.

“Darlin’, you more than anyone needs some shut eye. Sleep. We’ll be fine. I’ll hear the glass. Promise.”

I sigh and lay down on the spare cushion, in between the two of them.

Dad’s back is to me and it’s quiet for a minute until Ellie breaks the silence.

“Joel?”

He hums as a response.

“Did you know that diarrhea is hereditary?”

Dad turns over a little to look at her.

“What?”

She nods with a straight face.

“Yeah.. It runs in your jeans.”

He looks at her all the way and she begins to snicker, while I have to hold in my laugh.He turns back over but I catch a faint smile on his face before I start to snicker.

“Jesus..”

He lets out a small snicker as Ellie begins to laugh.

“That is so goddamn stupid.”

“You laughed, motherfucker.”

I snort as they bicker.

“I did not-.”

“Yes you did!”

He snickers and shakes his head.

“Jesus, I’m losin’ it.”

I snort as I curl up with his jacket.

“Yeah, kinda known that for years, daddy. Glad you’re startin’ to notice though. Acceptance is the first step to recovery.”

Ellie and I snort as dad lets out a breathy laugh.

“Go to sleep. The both of you. Stop pickin’ on me.”

I smile and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep. The next thing I wake up to, I hear Ellie shouting.

“Y/N.. Y/N! Joel!”

My vision clears and I’m face to face with a gun pointed at my head. I advert my eyes and see a little boy pointing a gun at dad, and a different man pointing one at Ellie. The man by Ellie is stern and snaps at dad when he looks at the little boy.

“Eyes on me. You don’t have to worry about what to say. We don’t want to hurt you, we want to help you.”

I roll my eyes and bite back at him.

“Oh sure, because what you’re doing right now is all sunshine and rainbows.”

The man pointed the gun at me growls and pushes the tip of the gun straight against my forehead, before speaking in a think British accent.

“We’ll kill you if we have to, so shut up and listen.”

I look him in the eyes, ready to send him a glare when I see his face.

He’s terrified, and I can tell by the shaking of his hands that he doesn’t want to be doing this. I sigh and give in, lowering my hands before the other man begins to speak again.

“I don’t know what the next step is with something like this, but if I lower my gun, we didn’t hurt you, so you don’t hurt us, right?”

Dad turns to glare at me, silently telling me to keep my mouth shut before he turns back to respond.

“That’s right.”

The man grows panicked, his voice shaking.

“That’s a weird fuckin’ tone, man”

Before I can respond, Ellie pipes up and I have to fight to hold back my laughter.

“That’s just the way he sounds. He has an asshole voice. Joel, tell him he’s okay.”

All attention turns to dad as he, once again, responds in the same tone.

“Everything is great.”

“Dude!”

The man hesitates before letting out a sigh.

“Okay, I’m gonna trust him.”

The man holding a gun to my head begins to argue.

“Henry, we can’t just-.”

“We don’t have a fuckin’ choice, Harry! Now drop your gun before you shoot her in the head!”

The British man huffs but lowers his gun, freeing me from the uncertainty. The man by Ellie then starts to sign to the little boy. They begin to converse before the little boy nods.

“But if any of you try anything, we won’t hesitate! Yeah?”

Dad slowly gets up, gun still pointed at him.

“Who are you?”

The man stares at dad, his gun moving away from Ellie and now to dad.

“My name’s Henry. That’s Harry and my brother Sam. I’m the most wanted man in Kansas City. Although right now, my guess is you’re running a close second.”

All the guns are then dropped and put away. Henry pulls out a light and places it in the middle of the room, and we all gather around it, Ellie sticking close to my side. I pull out some of my cans from my bag and we all eat, though Ellie starts to nod off as she eats.

Henry looks at us, firing away with a question.

“Where’d you get these?”

Before dad or I can answer, Ellie sleepily pipes up.

“From Bill. He’s dead.”

Dad rolls his eyes and I sneer and snap at her.

“Ellie!”

She raises her hands up and I sigh. We stay quiet for the most part, but as I’ve learned, Ellie hates the silence and always feels the need to fill it with conversation.

“How old is he? Your brother?”

Henry looks at Sam, who signs to him before turning back to the curious teen.

“He’s eight.”

She nods and smiles.

“Cool! I’m Ellie.”

They continue to talk, Henry signing to Sam as Ellie speaks. The other man, Harry, sits quietly on the other side of Sam, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“Psst. Y/N. Introduce yourself.”

I roll my eyes and turn my back to the group, leaning on dad as I close my eyes, until dad nudges me.

“Thought I taught you some manners, Y/N Miller.”

My mouth gapes from disbelief.

“Okay that’s it! A. We’re in an apocalypse right now, those don’t matter much and B. When the fuck have you ever used manners?! Sarah was the one that-.”

He only glares, angry at me for bringing up my sister. I swat at him and scoot away from him, my back still to the rest of the group.

“I’m Joel. This here is my daughter, Y/N.”

It’s quiet for a minute until Ellie pipes up.

“Psst. Dude. In the corner, Mr. antisocial. Are you gonna introduce yourself or-.”

I hear her whine and let out a small complaint, meaning dad must have done something to correct her.

“He doesn’t really-.”

“It’s fine, Henry. Fine, ‘m Harry.”

“Cool, okay. But why do you sound weird?”

I turn back around to enthralled in the current conversation to look away anymore.

Harry gives Ellie a small glare and I can’t help but chuckle.

“You’ll have to forgive her. We don’t come across many Brits and you’re probably the first one she’s met. He’s from a different country Ellie, he doesn’t sound weird, it’s just the way they sound there.”

His expression softens and he gives me a faint smile, and I can’t help but blush.

“Okay, well if you’re not from here, how’d you end up here?”

“Ellie-!”

Harry shakes his head, his expression turning sad.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. I was on a trip with my mum and my sister. Mum had a friend in California that was sick and she wanted to see her. Then the-.. Everything happened and we were separated. And that was 20 years ago…”

I frown and feel the need to grab dad’s hand. He squeezes mine and just gives me a nod.

We know what that’s like. Dad is real worried about Tommy, and I can’t even bring myself to think about where he might be…

“Look, you ate, we didn’t kill each other, let’s just call this a win-win and move on.”

Henry nods and clears his throat.

“You came up here to get a better view of this city, find a way out right? I can help you.”

Dad nods.

“We’ll get some rest. Wait ‘till the mornin’ to get a better look. But I swear if you-.”

I roll my eyes.

“Dad, shut up and get some sleep.”

He shakes his head and finds a comfortable spot, leaning back and closing his eyes. Everyone else falls asleep, leaving me and Harry the only ones awake. He crawls over to me and starts to whisper.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?”

I give him a small smile and nod.

“Yeah. Y/N Miller. Not that surnames matter much anymore.”

He gives me a small smile and nods.

“ ‘M Harry. Harry Styles.”

Before I can respond, I hear a snicker come from nearby. Ellie.

“Styles. That’s funny! What kind of name is that?!”

I turn my head, taking my sweater off before chucking it at her.

“Shut it, Ellie! Go to sleep!”

She snickers once more and I sigh before turning back around.

“Sorry about her. You know how kids are- But her especially.. She’s a special case..”

He shrugs and gives me a small yet comforting smile.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. She seems like a thrill to be around. Haven’t had much of that lately…”

I give him a small smile and hesitantly lay a hand on top of his, to which he gives me a bigger smile on return.

Before I can respond to him, I hear my dad’s deep, tired voice.

“If y’all don’t shut up and get some fuckin’ sleep, we’re gonna have some problems.”

We hold back a laugh and we get in our own sleeping positions.

“Sorry dad”

“Err, sorry.”

I give Harry one more smile before falling asleep, and for the first time in a very long time, I dreamed of a brighter future.

Daylight

Waking up bright and early per usual, we walk up a few more flights of stairs to get a better view of the city. Dad and Henry walk towards the large windows but instructs everyone else to sit at the large table in the room.

“Dad, c’mon-!”

He shakes his head and points to the table once more, responding with a stern voice.

“I ain’t arguin’ with you about this Y/N. Sit your ass down and stay there. And you too Brit boy. Don’t need to make it any more obvious that there’s people hidin’ in this buildin’. We clear?”

Harry and I roll our eyes but join Sam and Ellie at the table. And of course, Ellie has her book open.

“Hey, you guys ready for this one? I heard about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda. He is lucky it was a soft drink.”

I groan and Ellie bursts into laughter, as does Sam.

“Please god no. I can’t take it. I’m gonna burn that damn book of yours!”

She holds the book protectively to her chest and flips me off.

“I’ve told you, Y/N. You can never escape Will Livingston. You’ll have to face it.”

I sigh and Harry lets out a small laugh. I see my dad looking at us and nod to him.

“So how the hell are gettin’ outta here?”

They walk over to the table and Henry takes a piece of paper from Sam, and he begins to draw on it.

“The highways. Downtown. Us. This whole area belongs to Kathleen.”

He circles his fingers in certain areas on the paper and I narrow my eyes.

“And Kathleen is-?”

Harry pipes finally and has his arms folded as he speaks.

“She’s the leader of the resistance, and a hardcore bitch at that. She’s got guards posted everywhere, and she’s determined to make it impossible to escape.”

Ellie looks worried and let’s put a sigh.

“So how do we get across?”

Henry knocks on the table and Sam looks up at him. He signs to Sam before the little boy looks back down, writing on his pad before putting the pad up. Tunnels.

I furrow my brows.

“Kansas City has a subway?”

Henry shakes his head.

“No, but they do have maintenance tunnels. There’s a bunch of buildings all put up by the same developers. And they share these tunnels, including- a bank building here.”

He points to the paper again and I fold my arms in frustration. That is, until Harry speaks up, now pointing to the paper just as Henry was.

“So we enter the tunnels here, travel underground, and pop up here.”

Henry writes as Harry points on the paper and dad lets out a sigh.

“Okay, sounds like a good plan, but what do you need me for?”

Dad folds his arm and Harry speaks up again, dad glaring at him.

“What’s one thing that you’ve noticed is missing here?”

I think for a minute when it hits me.

“There’s no infected.”

Harry shakes his head.

“Yes and no. There are, just not on the surface. FEDRA drove ‘em out 15 years ago. Best thing those fascist motherfuckers did.”

Dad only growls.

“What, so you want us goin’ into a tunnel full of infected? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?!”

Harry growls and before he can respond, Henry interrupts him.Everyone thinks that it’s full of infected, including Kathleen. Which means that we won’t be running into any of her people. But you see- What I know.. it’s empty.”

I raise my brows.

“And.. You know this how?!”

Henry hesitates before responding.

“No- but the FEDRA guy that I worked with told me that it’s clean, completely clean. They cleared it out. All of it.”

Ellie looks a bit hesitant as she finally pipes up.

“When..?”

Harry shrugs and hesitates before answering for Henry.

“About three years give or take?”

Dad and I scoff, shaking our heads as Henry begins to stammer.

“Okay- Maybe there’s one or two, but you handle it.”

I can’t hold it in anymore and I snap.

“And what if there’s more?”

Ellie grabs my arm, fear in her eyes and I feel her trembling.

“Or one of those blind ones that sees like a bat?”

Harry lays a hand on her shoulder to comfort the teen.

“There won’t be clickers down there, that’s for sure. But if you’ve run into them before and you’re still alive, that means that we’re all gonna be fine. So don’t worry so much.”

Dad sighs and shakes his head.

“So do we have a deal?”

Dad and I share a look and I let out a sigh before nodding. We grab our things and make our way down the stairs and out of the building. We tread through the alleyways before we reach another building. Harry makes sure the coast is clear before nodding, so we quickly head inside.

We jog through the building and reach the door to the access tunnels.

“This should be it. Are you guys ready?”

Dad looks at Henry before turning to Ellie.

“Get your gun out.”

She pulls the gun out of her jacket pocket and he rolls his eyes, obviously making note in his head to yell at her for it when we get out of the city.

The tunnels are drippy as we start to walk, and Henry joyfully pipes up.

“See? What did I tell you! It’s fine!”

I shush him and dad growls.

“We’ve been down here two seconds, keep your damn mouth shut. We ain’t seen shit yet.”

Henry sighs and looks at Ellie.

“Your dad’s kind of a pessimist.”

Ellie growls, as does dad.

“He’s not my dad-.”

“I’m not her dad.”

Henry holds his hands up in self defense and dad only sighs and shakes his head.

“Just point your damn light forward. And be ready to run(🤭).”

We continue to make our way down the tunnels, but in complete silence. That is until we reach what looks a mural. Dad slowly opens the door and we walk inside. Tables and chairs surround the room, as do more murals.

“I’ve heard about places like this. After outbreak day, people built settlements and went underground.”

“What happened to them?”

Dad shrugs and continues to ramble on as we look around. Ellie and Sam sit down at one of the tables and begin to laugh amongst themselves as they look at something Sam had pulled from his bag.

“Hey, you two. Keep it down, we’re not out yet.”

Ellie groans at dad and he huffs.

“Oh come on! Can’t we just rest here for a while? There’s like actually shit to do here.”

Henry shrugs and looks at dad.

“Wouldn’t be so bad to wait the light out a bit. Safer in shadows when we pop back out on the other side.”

It’s quiet for a minute before dad takes a seat in one of the empty chairs. Ellie and Sam decide to kick a ball around with the makeshift goal on the wall, leaving the rest of us to talk. After a while, we decide to keep going and eventually we reach the exit point.

As expected, it’s pitch black outside. As we walk through the streets, Ellie strikes up a conversation with Henry.

“So what’s next for you guys after this? We’re going to Wyoming!”

Dad turns his head to Ellie, glaring at her, but Harry lets out a small laugh and shakes his head.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll just call this a success and say our fond farewells.”

Ellie shakes her head as we continue to walk.

“No, he’ll change his mind. Trust me. This is how he goes. He’s like ‘No,Ellie. Never ever ever ever happening.’ And then I’m like ‘I’m gonna ask you a million more times and’-.”

She is quietly interrupted by the sound of gun fire.We quickly shoot down to the ground, rushing to the nearest car.

“Where the fuck is that coming fro-.”

“Shut up!”

Gunshots continue to fly through the air, and suddenly, Henry takes off with Sam in the other direction, surprising Harry.

“Henry, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“Getting Sam ou-Oh shit!”

They run back to the car and we’re all quiet for a minute. Dad looks over his should before turning back to us.

“All right. Stay here.”

“What?!”

“Dad!”

He shakes his head at Ellie and I, refusing to give in.

“If you don’t move, he’s not gonna hit you. I’m gonna go around, try to get in the house through the back, and then I’ll take him out.”

Ellie shakes here head, her body starting to shake in fear as she grips my hand.

“But if you go out there, he’s gonna kill you-.”

“It’s dark and he has shit aim, nobody’s gonna kill me.”

“Then he’s gonna kill us!”

Dad looks at her as she continues to shake.

“You trust me?”

She gives him a small nod and he pats her shoulder before he gets up. We share a look and I know he can see the worry in my eyes. He trails around the car and slowly begins to tread as bullets fly through the air again.

It’s quiet for a couple minutes before we hear one more gunshot, and Ellie starts to freak out a little. I pull her in close, burying her head in my neck to keep her quiet.

“I gotcha. Promise. Nothin’s gonna happen. He’s gonna be fine.”

It’s faint but I hear someone that sounds like dad yell, but it becomes clearer.

“Run!”

Lights head our direction and take off fast, running from the oncoming vehicles, bullets flying through the air. One of the drivers is shot and the truck crashes into a building, catching everything on fire. Harry grabs Ellie as we run towards a stray car to take cover.

It’s quiet, minus the sound of guns clicking, when a feminine voice pops up from the other side of the cars.

“Dead end, Henry. Gonna step on out? Save us some time?…No? That’s alright.. Doesn’t matter.”

Henry looks at Sam before hesitantly shouting to the woman, who I assume to be Kathleen.

“I’ll come out! Just let the kids go!”

“No. Sorry.. The girl is with the man who killed Bryan, And Sam..Well-Sam’s with you.”

Henry gets frustrated and Harry and I share a look, trying to plot an escape as Henry buys us some time.

“You don’t understand!”

“But I do. I know why you did what you did. But did you ever stop to think maybe he was supposed to die?”

“He’s just a fucking kid, Kathleen!”

She’s quiet for a minute before she responds again.

“Well, kids die Henry. They die all the time. You think the whole world revolves around him? That he’s worth.. everything?..Well this is what happens when you fuck with fate.”

Henry turns to Harry and I, a stern expression on his face.

“Get ready to take them and run.”

Harry shakes his head quickly, and he opens his mouth to argue, but Henry gives him another look.

“H. Please, don’t argue with me. Do it.”

Harry sighs and takes Sam’s hand while Ellie grabs mine.

“It’s time, Henry. Enough!”

Henry takes a couple deep breaths before he stands up, his hands up and his back now to us as he walks to Kathleen.

“It ends the way it ends.”

I hear a gun click but before it can be fired, the destruction from the fire begins to escalate as the truck starts to fall into what very well may be a sinkhole. It’s quiet for a minute but then the screeching sound of infected echos the area. They come running out in a stampede, so Harry and I quickly grab the kids and make a run for it, Henry running after us.

Ellie falls to the ground and begins to army crawl to a nearby car. Henry and Sam are surrounded by clickers, shouting as I hear Sam cry. Ellie looks at Harry and I and before I can pull her back, she starts to run towards them, clickers getting shot down left and right as she runs.

I sigh and Harry and I make a run after her, quickly catching up. I quickly stab the surrounding clickers before we pull Sam and Henry out from under the car before we all make a run for it. We continue to run before we’re stopped by Kathleen, who points a gun at us.

“Stop!”

Before she can say anything else, she’s tackled by a clicker and she is quickly ripped to shreds and she screams.

“Don’t look, let’s go, c’mon.”

We starting running again and we meet up with dad, running to an abandoned warehouse.

We eat what we have, and dad tries to catch his breath. Ellie and Sam sit on a bed, looking at the book from Sam’s bag. Harry gazes over at his brother in worry.

“You think they’ll be okay?”

I give him a small nod as I look at the kids.

“It’s easier when you’re a kid anyway.”

I frown at dad and he’s quiet for a minute before he looks towards the rest of us.

“You don’t have anybody else relying on you. That’s the hard part..”

We’re all quiet for a minute before Harry responds, giving me a small smile.

“Well, I guess that means we’re doing a good job, then.”

Dads quiet and looks at the kids, nodding to them.

“What’s that comic book say, ‘Endure and survive’?

Henry only nods.

“Shits pretty redundant..”

Dad let’s out a small laugh and I chuckle.

“Yeah.. It’s not great..”

It’s quiet for a minute until dad speaks up, and he surprises me.

“Look. I don’t know how I’m gettin’ to Wyoming-I’m probably walkin’.. But..you know if ya’ll want to.”

Harry and Henry nod, and Harry subtly laces his fingers through mine.

“Yeah. I think it’d be nice for Sam to have a friend. And Harry seems pretty taken with Y/N..”

Dad furrows his brows and his eyes land on our conjoined hand.

“You get your-“

“Daddy, stop. I ain’t havin’ this conversation with you. Deal with it and shut the fuck up.”

He growls and looks away, and Harry just squeezes my hand.

“I’ll tell him in the morning. New day, new start.”

Dad nods. We send the kids off to bed and head there ourselves. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m woken up by a blinding light and what feels like someone nudging my leg. I open my eyes, allowing myself to adjust to the light for a moment before looking at my attacker.

“You know.. as your daughter, I feel like you could’ve woken me up a lot nicer.”

Dad shakes his head with a chuckles and walks away. Harry walks over to me and holds a hand out to me with a smile. I take it with a small thank you, and it only takes me a second to gain my footing. I open my mouth to say something but before I can, I hear a scream. Ellie.

We all rush into the room to see Sam attacking Ellie, and by the looks of it, he was infected. Before Dad or I can try to help her, Henry shoots at the ground, preventing us from helping. Harry looks at him in shock.

“Henry! Stop! You can’t-!”

Ellie continues to scream and finally, Henry shoots Sam, who falls off of Ellie and onto the floor. Sam remains unmoving, blood pouring out onto the hardwood floors. Dad looks at Ellie, his eyes full of worry as he starts to approach her.

“Ellie, you okay?”

Before she can respond, Henry points his gun right at dad.

“Henry-.”

Dad tries to calm him down but nothing he says is getting through to him.

“What.. W-What did I do?..Sam…”

Dad walks closer to him, trying to take the gun from him.

“Henry, give me the gun-.”

Henry shakes his head, and shaking my raises the gun to his head. Harry’s eyes widen and he begins to shout.

“Henry- no!”

BANG

Ellie lets out a scream as Henry falls to the ground, and Harry falls to his knees as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. I quietly move over to Ellie, laying on hand on her shoulder.

“I need you to stay with Harry, ‘kay? Dad and I will take care of them..”

“But-.”

I give her a sad look and she nods. She crawls over to where Harry is on the floor and hesitantly hugs him. Dad and I exchange silent glances and we nod at one another before getting to work.

We bury them together, and I have to hold back the tears as I fill the hole. Ellie flattens it and leaves Sam’s writing board on top, a look of sadness on her face. I give Harry a hug and he lets out a shaky sigh.

Ellie stands up and looks at dad.

“Which way is west?”

Dad looks around before he nudges his head to the west.

Ellie looks at Harry and I hear him let out a sniffle.

“What’s next for you then?”

Before he can respond, I answer.

“With us. If he wants to..”

Dad scoffs and shakes his head.

“Y/N!”

“Daddy, stop! He’s comin’ with us if he wants and that’s all I’m gonna hear about it.”

I look at Harry and he gives me a small nod. Dad lets out a sigh and starts walking off, Ellie quickly following him. I look at Harry again and he just shakes his head, walking close to my side as we jog to catch up with dad and Ellie.

“Are you.. gonna be okay?”

He looks up for a minute before he looks back at me.

“Will you stay close to me..?”

I nod, giving him a small smile as I hesitantly hold a hand out to him.

He takes my hand and squeezes it, pulling me to his side.

“Then yeah. ‘M gonna be alright.”

END OF PART 1.

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[watermelonsugacry]

hello love !!

so i was on pinterest when i see this and this AND it got me thinking:

what would be the eras of 1dbandmate!yn ???

ily babe. take care xx

...so I made some moodboards (and ariana grande is not a face claim, I just draw a lot of inspo from her outfits)

Fetus YN

Louis was her childhood best friend

Was previously in a rock band in high school

Their management really just stuck her in dresses and mini skirts bc they wanted to keep her image of a "good girl" given the way she's in a band with 5 other boys

Just kind of in awe that she's pursuing something she loves

Frat Era

Got her pair of jeans back

Her 'rebellious' side came out, just more of her personally began to show through honestly

Went back to song writing & her interest for producing sparked

Was featured in Little Mix's song Move

Just living the rockstar life at 19

Princess Era (phh)

Oversized, comfy clothing

She found a new sense of respect for cuddling (Harry's fault)

Began to break the glass ceiling in the recording studio with learning/showcasing her producing skills

Wrote a LOT of secret love songs and began to sell them to other artists

LHH Era

Traded in her frilly skirts for leather ones

Started to stray away from the 'good girl' image more and more

Her and Harry spend a ridiculous amount of time together (partying, at each other's house, song writing, etc.)

Wrote kiwi

Only Angel Era (Dunkirk)

Embracing her once 'forced' girly side and combining it with her current style

The start of her on and off relationship with Harry

Her first solo tour

Grammy nominee and winner

My Future Era (Fine Line Era)

She's LIVING for a pair of trousers and an oversized blazer

The two are still trying to figure out what their relationship is & right when they did it, it was exposed

Quarantine era

Developed her producing skills even further -> producer of the year bebe

i'll add a 'harry's house' era soon!

(p.s. it warms my heart whenever yall send me stuff that reminds you of 1dbandmember!yn 😭 💚)

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[emotionalcadaver]

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: When she decides to accompany the Dawsons on their voyage to help during the evacuation of Dunkirk, Daisy Preston has little idea of what she is actually getting herself into. All she knows is that there's tea, the roar of planes overhead, and the blue eyes of the handsome, shivering soldier they just rescued from a shipwreck staring at her from across the deck.

Word Count: 47,600

Notes: While all fics can be read as standalone pieces, those listed here are interconnected and can also be read as one long series. Please heed the warnings the can be found in the notes of each individual fic. All works are listed in the order I recommend reading them in. While this series is marked as complete, I may return to it should the inspiration strike.

✽ Indicates works with multiple chapters.

Fics or chapters that contain explicit smut will be marked with 🔞 and have the appropriate warnings listed in their corresponding notes.

Story

Part 1: In the Heart of War ✽

Part 2: Broken Pieces

Part 3: A Remedy for Sorrow ✽🔞

Part 4: Scabbed Over

Part 5: Rainy Night

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

Masterlists: Main

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[ginerva-mollyweasley]

"where the hell were you?"

COLLINS [DUNKIRK] → my top 50 fictional characters [8/50]

#collins #collins x farrier #the funny thing is that we know nothing about him - not even his first name #but i still love him #the power of fanfiction #dunkirk #aesthetic

[angel-inked]

What happens when you defend them?

Thanks to @liliac-dreamer for giving me this idea!!!

You and your significant other are minding your own business until your not! 😳

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Grimes causes trouble!

Training with Tommy was by all accounts exhausting, but the deal was he would do something you wanted to do if you agreed to do something he wanted to do. Tommy flashed a small smirk as he watched you huff and puff, "how are you not out of breath yet?" You asked. "Used to it," Tommy explained quietly. You shook your head, "ya know, you could've just knocked me out instead of trying to short-circuit my brain with lack of oxygen!" You exclaimed once you caught your breath, making Tommy chuckle quietly.

"I'll knock you out in the bedroom later," Tommy explained with a wink. Smirking again as your eyes went wide, "Tommy!" You yelped, lightly smacking his arm "we are in public!". "Does it look like I'm worried about that?" He asked, gesturing to himself as he took off his wraps.

"Got yourself a hot date or something?" The grating voice of Mad Dog Grimes approached. Tommy didn't even acknowledge his presence, making the other fighter rather annoyed. "You deaf now, too?" Grimes taunted, trying to grab Tommy's shoulder. Tommy shoved him away and sent him staggering backward.

The two seem to almost freeze up when you stood suddenly and put yourself in between them, "don't fucking touch him" you grumbled. Grimes smiled, "You think I'm going to listen to you?". "You better." you explained. "What are you gonna do? Hit me?" And that you did, the black boxing glove you borrowed from Tommy connected with Mad Dog's mouth, knocking him off balance. He stumbled enough that he fell back on his ass, "That's why you always gotta expect the unexpected Grimes!" Colt Boyd called from the other side of the room.

Mad Dog groaned irritatedly as he stood, "This isn't over Conlon!" He exclaimed, pointing at Tommy. "If you're gonna be enemies with someone, the least you can do is learn their name!" You griped as Mad Dog walked away in a huff. Tommy's mom didn't keep her married name and neither did Tommy.

You turned around to peck Tommy on the lips, pulling away confused when he didn't kiss you back. Tommy was just staring at you, like you were the birth of some kind of amazing new species he'd never seen before. "Come on, Champ," you said, pulling off the boxing gloves and grabbing your bag, "Let's get out of here.". Tommy was so used to being the defender that when he became the defended, he didn't know how to respond.

Stress ball.

"Would you rather have chocolate sushi or breast milk in your coffee?" Eddie asked, as you waited in line for your coffee order. "Where the hell do you come up with some of this stuff, Brock?" You laughed, Eddie laughed along with you.

After your laughter died down, Eddie glanced at the group of teenagers that walked in. He sighed and began squeezing a blob of Vemon that formed in the palm of his hand. "You okay, Ed?" You asked, knowing this was a sign he was overestimated but trying to mask it.

"Yeah, just getting kinda loud in here," he explained. Loud noises, especially overlapping chatter, had always been sensory hell for Eddie's autism, even before he had Vemon. "You can wait outside if you need to," you smiled softly. "Nah! I got V, we'll manage, " Eddie said, gesturing to the ball of blackness in his hand.

"What'd you name your toy?" One of the teen boys laughed. "screw off!" You exclaimed, Eddie was having a hard enough time as it was, and you weren't going to let some stupid teenage boys make it worse!

"And we're supposed to listen to you?" Another one of the teens laughed. "Yes, you are!" A low voice growled. You glanced over at Eddie and saw Vemon's head protruding out from the neck of Eddie's shirt, still hiding themself enough for Eddie's comfort.

"Listen to the morsel, or you will lose your head," Vemon threatened, and needless to say, the group of teens hurried out of the coffee shop after that!

Eddie smiled, "Thanks, guys".

Voice of reason.

Alfie waved his pistol in the air, rambling on like the madman he was. Tommy Shelby glanced over at you from his seat, taking a drag off his cigarette and rolling his eyes. You smirked, you know your husband is a lunatic, but it's one of the reasons you love him.

"Now, yea, if you shoot someone, Tommy, right? You best shoot them in a way that guarantees you only have to do it once," Alfie explained. Hand movement never ceased as he did.

"Dose he ever shut up?" One of Tommy's goons whispered to his cohort. "Do you want to fuckin' repeat yourself?" You asked, looking over at the two men. Alfie fell silent, glancing at the pair and then at Tommy. "I don't like to repeat myself!" You exclaimed, standing up.

Before Alfie or Tommy could add their commentary to the situation, you marched toward Shelby's henchmen. "Are you fuckin' deaf?" You shouted in the man's face, who was still refusing to answer you.

Finally, losing your patience. You turn your back to the goons, acting like you were going back to your seat, but instead, you whipped back around and punched the git right in the nose.

"Now!" You exclaimed, marching back to your chair. "Maybe that will teach you to speak out of turn!" You shouted as you sat down, crossing your legs as the man whipped his now bloody nose on his sleeve.

Satisfied with your work, you look ahead at Alfie, who has been staring bugeyed at you since you started yelling. The surprise on his face turned into a smirk as he started to chuckle, "Fuckin' hell" he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"I knew I fuckin' married you for a fuckin' reason, eh!"

Long engagement

"Collins!" Farrier smiled, hugging his best friend. "How are you?" You asked as Samantha, Collins' girlfriend, gave you a hug. "I'm good!" She smiled happily. The four of you haven't spent anywhere near enough time together for far too long, which was a more common occurrence than you'd like given you and Sam were courting two of the best spitfire pilots the Royal Air Force had to offer!

"So, when's the wedding?" Collins teased. "Piss off!" Farrier smiled, lighting a cigarette between his lips. You and Farrier have been engaged for over a year now and have yet to make any wedding plans, Collins found enjoyment in giving both of you a hard time for it.

"Collins!" Another pilot called from the aircraft hanger your group had gathered in front of. "Feeling charitable, are we?" The finely dressed pilot smirked, gesturing to Farrier, who glared at him in response.

Farrier was constantly harassed by a certain group of pilots, as he didn't come from as much money as they did, and these pilots thought of him to be of lower class than them. Collins could say he came from a well-off family, but he'd never degrade someone who didn't.

"Tosser" you grumbled. "Excuse me?" The other pilot asked. "I second that!" Collins exclaimed, "Farrier's one of the best bloody pilots we got, whether you like it or not!" He continued, "now, if you don't mind fucking off cause I'm rather busy with my mate and his lovely fiancé!".

With that, Collins grabbed Samantha's hand and began to walk off. You did the same with Farrier. "You didn't have to do that, Collins." Farrier mumbled once the two of you caught up with the other couple. "And let the bastard continue to insult you? Not a chance," Collins smiled, patting Farrier on the back.

Farrier sighed, "thanks mate" he said, finally giving in. "Better Collins tells them off then me, I wouldn't have been as pleasant" you explained. Farrier and Collins glanced at each and chuckled, Farrier kissed your cheek.

"Thank you too, love."

Coffee?

"You mean you haven't asked him out yet?" Maggie asked as she washed some cups in the sink. "And face his rejection? No, thank you!" You replied. "You don't know that!" Maggie exclaimed. You had been smitten for your boss for some time now, and your big sister wasn't helping the matter any.

The slow day was welcomed at the station, the barroom was filled with moonshiners. Including the Bondurant brothers, at the far end of the bar.

Howard leaned against the wall behind the bar, already about half gone despite it being noon. Jack and Cricket chatting amongst themselves. Forrest somewhat slumped over on his stool, fumbling with his half full glass of bourbon.

You entered the room, taking orders and chatting with some of the older familiar faces. Forrest watched you diligently, not once taking his eyes off you as you drifted around the room like a soft breeze.

His staring didn't go unnoticed by everyone, however, "Forrest, I don't know how many times I need to tell you this, but staring ain't gonna get you nowhere!" Howard smiled. Forrest didn't pay no mind to his brother. Not many people knew Forrest like Howard and Jack did, and to them, it was obvious what he thought about you.

Suddenly, having grown tired of his brothers, Forrest stood and made his way over to you. You turned away from the table you were serving and near bumped into the silent man, jumping slightly. "How many times are you gonna do that?" You chuckled nervously. Forrest only stared at you, you gestured to the coffee pot in your hand, and Forrest nodded.

You smiled and moved past him to the kitchen, Forrest followed. "See something you like, Forrest?" Maggie asked over her shoulder. Forrest hummed in conformation. You glanced back at him to see his eyes were unashamedly on your ass.

Some chatter arose from the bar, Forrest sighed as he heard his name mentioned. What you heard made you furrow your brows, "Forrest Bondurant? You mean that useless bastard?" You grabbed the coffee pot and headed out there before Howard could break the man's face in.

When the brothers called each other useless, it was just teasing, but if someone else was brave enough or stupid enough to call, one of them that? Especially in front of all three of them? All hell would break loose, you beelined to the table Howard was moving toward. "You mind repeating yourself? Thought I heard something about my boss," you explained.

One of the men, the one you heard from the kitchen, glanced over at Forrest, who was now standing next to Howard. "You work for that?" He asked, pointing at Forrest as the middle brother crossed his arms. You glanced at Forrest and nodded, "Oh, you could do much better, darlin'." The man remarked, "ya see, them Bondurants..." You didn't let the man finish his insult, pouring some piping hot coffee in his lap.

"Oops," you smiled, as the man hurriedly stood up. "You bitc-!" The man was quickly thrown out by Howard along with his friend. The fight ensued outside, you turned to see Forrest staring at you.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, narrowing his eyes. Feeling bold, you simply smiled and briefly kissed his lips, smiling even wider when he grunted softly into the kiss. After pulling apart, the two of you locked eyes for a moment.

"Now then!" You exclaimed, "How about that cup of coffee?".

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry, which reveals something earth shattering for everyone.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sexual innuendos, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.

"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.

This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.

We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I'm honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don't know. He's asking if I'd ever want to go public and I'm not really opposed to it.

But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.

"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.

Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"

Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."

James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.

"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.

"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.

"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."

"Okay." Harry nods.

"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"

James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.

I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.

Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.

I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.

"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.

That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.

"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"

He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.

I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."

Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.

"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"

Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."

I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."

The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.

He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."

"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.

"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.

The crowd 'Oohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."

He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."

He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"

I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"

Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.

He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.

I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."

He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."

James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."

Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."

I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."

"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please.."

The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.

"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?"

He leans in, "What do they say exactly?"

"That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?"

Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."

He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."

I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.

"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"

Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.

"Spill."

The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.

I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."

He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"

I laugh and shrug.

The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, "That's all I'm giving you." He walks away and turns around laughing.

God I love his laugh and smile.

I'm so in love with this man, it's insane.

"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"

He smiles and nods, "Mhm."

"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.

"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."

I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."

"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.

I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"

I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.

"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.

"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"

We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."

"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."

My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.

James stops us and congratulates us again.

"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."

"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry's dressing room.

He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."

He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.

He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.

He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.

I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.

He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.

His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.

"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.

"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.

I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.

I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.

I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"

"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.

His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.

He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.

All I can do is moan.

He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."

He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"

"Please." I whimper, "I need you."

He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."

I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."

He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.

I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.

He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.

My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.

I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.

"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.

He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.

"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."

He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."

"You feel so good around my cock."

"I love it when you cum for me."

I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.

"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."

He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."

His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, "I love you so much."

He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."

I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We'll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.

I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."

He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."

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IT'S YOU

Chapter 5

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word count: 2.5 k

Warnings: Coarse language

A/n: Hey everyone, how are y'all? We had decided to post this a few days ago, but couldn't. Anyway, here's part 5, enjoyy.

Xoxo,

G and M

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That was all the invitation he needed. He could not leave her in such a state, what if she wanted help at night? She lived alone. He liked to pretend that it was the only reason he couldn’t leave her alone, just so he can justify his actions.

Even though he wanted to stay, he didn’t want to do that without her permission and now that he got it, he wanted nothing more.

As much as he wanted to sleep in the same bed as her, he knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do. He thought about sleeping in another room or even on the little couch in the living room but the idea of her needing help at night caused him to stay in the same room. So, he decided to sleep on the floor. He took a few throw pillows and the blanket from the couch and lay down.

The calm breathing pattern coming from the bed made him realize that she was in deep slumber.

He looked up at Y/N’s sleeping figure. She looked so at peace; she looked beautiful. He thought about what his best friend Niall said to him when he came to his promotion party.

“Mate, are you that stupid to let her go? You both seem really into each other”

Thinking back , Harry realized that he was more of a coward to deny his feelings towards her. He knew that she wouldn’t be interested in him and that she would probably be in a relationship. Why fool himself?, he thought.

But now, he realized that he had been stupid, for deliberately avoiding the fact that his heart beat frantically whenever shes around him,the way the mere touch of her fingertips made his breath hitch. In that moment he realized that it had always been her.No matter how cold he tried to act towards her, no matter how hard he tried to forget her, no matter how many times he tried to deny having feelings for her,she’d find a way back to his heart.It had always been her.

But he suddenly shook the thought away from his mind; she is not interested in him, she doesn’t even like spending time with him, she said so herself for god's sake. He knew that he had messed up the opportunity to be with her, if there even was one.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t remember when he had drifted off .

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The sleep wasn’t really comforting, especially on a cold floor without a bed. He woke up early in the morning when the first rays of the sun hit him. He folded the blanket neatly and put it, along with the pillows, back on the couch. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. She was still sleeping when he came out. The gentle rays of the sun were caressing her face. He thought of waking her up but decided not to.

He walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and suddenly had an idea: surprise Y/N with a breakfast!

Without wasting any time, he got to work and in no time, a delicious array of food items could be seen on the dining table.

He was about to get orange juice from the fridge when he heard a knock on the door. He had an intuition that it would be the mailman or Jenna, but he was proven wrong when someone called out, “Oii…Y/N/N… open the door…”

Eyebrows furrowed, he walked towards the front door and opened it, only to find a man about his age. He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but had a toned body. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. His eyes were blue and he had jet black hair. He wore glasses and had a sharp jawline. Harry did not like the way he called out to Y/N using her nickname. Who was this strikingly handsome young man? What is his relationship with Y/N?

“Um, who are you?”, the man asked.

Damn, he had a deep voice. Hiding his sudden self-doubt, Harry replied,

“ I am a colleague of Y/N’s, who are you?”

“Colleague? Um, is there anything wrong?Where is she?”Harry did not like that the man completely disregarded his question. With a frown on his face, he replied,

“No, I mean she’s alright now. I had to drop her home last night, she sort of fainted. I had to stay here to make sure she’s-”

Harry couldn’t complete the sentence because the man had gotten inside by then,

“Passed out ? Where is she? Is she okay now?” he asked Harry and did not wait for an answer. The man rushed towards her bedroom.

“Y/N/N… Hey, where are you?” Harry did not like him calling her by her nickname, at all.

He followed the man to her bedroom.

He was seen shaking her awake. He brought his palm to her forehead to check if she had a fever. The touch he shared with her was way too intimate for Harry’s liking. He came to the conclusion that this unknown man was there frequently, by the way he was going around in her house.

Y/N stirred awake and when he saw the man grinning at her, she chucked a pillow at him,

“Why did you wake me up, you idiot?”Harry could see that she was smiling, a genuine smile. It was directed towards the mystery man though, that smile was not for him. His face fell.

“What are you talking about, bubs? I was just making sure that you weren’t dead”, he teased her.

“Now come on, it’s a busy day, you want to get to the office on time, don't you?”He helped her sit up.

Harry scoffed when he heard the man using the nickname, and Y/N suddenly turned towards the source of that sound.

“Oh, hi, I thought you had left yesterday ” she chuckled nervously.

“Um yeah, I was about to leave…So,uh…see you later, I guess.” He said, face devoid of any emotion.

“Mate, you didn’t even introduce yourself to me, that’s kind of rude…” The man turned to him with a smile and Harry just wanted to knock him out.

" I am Harry, Harry Styles. I work with Y/N.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, so this is Harry” the man looked over to Y/N with a knowing smirk, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Y/N shot him a warning look and turned towards Harry, who looked irritated.

“Um, Harry, this is Dan, sorry, Daniel. We've been…”

Oh. So they both call each other by nicknames.

She couldn’t complete the sentence , Harry had stormed off saying,

“I gotta be somewhere, Y/N, see you in the office. We'll catch up later, mate. Bye”.

“Harry, wait…” she called behind him and he walked towards his car as if he did not hear that.

She was really confused by the way he was acting. Everything seemed okay last night.

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Harry was scared, to say the least. He was scared that she'd introduce that man, Dan, or whatever his name was, as her boyfriend. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to take it if they were together. He knew it was rude to storm off in the middle of a conversation, but he didn't know what he was doing. He knew he should not have done that and decided to apologise to her, once she got to the office.

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"What just happened? ", Dan asked, confused.

" I have no idea, he seemed really angry. " She walked towards the living room, Daniel trailing behind.

Her mood was suddenly ruined by Harry’s behaviour. She did not know what made him angry but she wondered if Dan had said anything to him.

She walked into the kitchen to make breakfast only to find that Harry had already prepared it.

Toast, scrambled eggs, juice, freshly cut fruit…

For some reason she felt guilty for making him prepare breakfast, even though she didn't exactly make him do it.

“Wow…He made all this? I was starving…” Daniel picked up a toast without bothering to use a plate.

“What the hell Dan, stop being childish, why can't you use a plate? Act a bit mature for your age” Y/N muttered, annoyed at the way he was eating.

Dan gasped dramatically and placed his hand on his chest.

“One day with your perfect boy and now I'm an immature child? Thats rude Y/N/N”

He fake cried and wiped an imaginary tear from his face.

“Stop the drama. Do whatever you want.” She smiled.

“Yeah, that’s my girl” Dan laughed.

“And, he's not my “perfect boy”” She said, doing air quotes with her hands.

Even though she tried to look annoyed, she miserably failed at the attempt.

“And he's not a boy” she added.

“Woahhh stop right there… I don’t want to hear any dirty details from last night..Nuh uh.” Dan covered his ears with his hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Nothing happened last night. He bought me dinner and dropped me home. We talked a bit and after that … I don't remember anything after that.”

She tried to recall what else happened. She knew that there was nothing she needed to worry about, Harry maybe arrogant or obnoxious, but he was still a gentleman who always respected other people’s boundaries. Why did he stay over ? Did he sleep in the same bed as her? Is he angry with her for making him feel like he should stay the night and look after her? Or did Dan say something to him?

“Y/N/N…hey.. Are you okay?” Daniel asked.

“Did you have any arguments with Harry or something?” She asked him.

“What!No, of course not.He told me that you weren’t feeling well last day and then i came in. Nothing happened.”

“I don’t know why but I felt like he was pissed off or something. Maybe it’s something else. Sorry for assuming, Dan.”

“Wait, so he was okay till you went to sleep yesterday and you guys didn’t talk today… He was annoyed only after I came in, so there’s only one possible explanation, he might be jealous” Daniel shrugged with a smirk.

“Stop it Dan, he doesn’t have feelings for me, I am so not his type. You know, you and Jenna should start a youtube channel explaining conspiracy theories or some shit, you both share the same brain cells.” She huffed.

“Because we’re both observant! Unlike someone. Speaking of Jenna, we all should go out again sometime. It's been a while since I've seen her.”

“Yeah sure, we can arrange that” she smiled. She loved spending time with them both, they had the best memories together. They were the most important people in her life.

“Maybe we can go out this weekend? But you'll have to pick me up and drop me back as a punishment for crashing my car, speaking of which, have you brought it ?” She asked him.

“As if I don’t drive you anywhere”, he scoffed.“And yes, I've brought your precious car back.”

She laughed and flipped him off.

They ate together and he left after that. He told her to thank Harry on his behalf for the delicious breakfast.

She was getting ready for office when she thought about what Daniel said.

Could Harry be jealous? No way in hell, he’d never have feelings for her, could he? She was not his type, maybe he likes someone like the women he flirted with in the office, women who were considered beautiful, curves in the right places, toned body… He’d never look at her that way, she was pretty sure about that.

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Y/N reached the office on time and was met with Jenna’s angry eyes. She gave Y/N an earful for skipping meals and at last, she promised Jenna that she’d never do it again.

She was overall in a good mood.

Jenna texted her a couple hours later, asking her to go with her to get a coffee. She finished the pending work and left her office and walked towards the hallway where Jenna said she’d be waiting.

She decided to pay a quick visit to Harry’s office to thank him for the breakfast. She also thought she could subtly bring up why he’d left in a hurry this morning.But, she was disappointed to see his cabin empty and remembered him saying this morning that he had to be somewhere. A part of her wanted him to be jealous even though she did not want to admit that to anyone or herself.

She walked towards the hallway, but did not see Jenna and went straight to the cafeteria to find her in their usual spot.

“I got you your usual since you were late” she said and held out a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Jen, I actually had gone to see Harry but he wasn't there. Did he come to the office this morning?” she asked.

“No, I was about to ask you about the same. You guys were together last night, weren't you? Didn't he say anything?”

“No, but he did mention this morning that he had to be somewhere and then he left. I didn't think it was true though. But now I think it was.” She mused.

“Wait,in the morning? He stayed over at your place last night?”

“I told you he bought me dinner and dropped me home”

“But you didn’t tell me he stayed the night! Did something happen? Oh, I'm glad you both finally came to your senses. God, the guy is so whipped.”

“What! No, nothing happened! I swear to god you and Daniel are both crazy, there is nothing going on between us! He was getting on my nerves too..ughh…” she was annoyed.

“Daniel is here?”

“Yeah I forgot to mention that, didn't I ? He came early in the morning to give my car back. He told me to tell you that it’s been a while since he saw you and that we should go out sometime”

“Definitely. Is he free this weekend?”

“Yeah, I guess, I'll call him later and let you know.”

“How’s Daniel by the way? All good? Did he interrogate Harry? I know he’s so protective of you.”

“He’s good. Actually, it was Harry who opened the door, i was knocked out when Dan came. I don’t know what happened but he left soon after that.”

“Are you guys talking about Harry Styles, by any chance?”

Aria Bennett’s voice cut their conversation.

“No, we weren’t. Why?” Y/N said quickly, even though she was sure Aria might have heard most of the conversation.

“Well, I don’t know if you've noticed, but Harry didn’t make it to the office today, neither did Fabiola. I mean, I always thought he had a thing for her, she is smart, beautiful and innocent. They’d make a good couple” She giggled and walked away.

Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, he did say that he had to be somewhere else. Would he have gone to see Fabiola?

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