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fakesocialmediaa · 1 year
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Itsmey/n ✔︎
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Itsmey/n it still doesn’t feel real can we do it all over again please @ zayn
Zayn ✔︎
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Zayn the prettiest bride ever how’d i manage to get you @ itsmey/n
Request: Could you do a post one with each of the One Direction boys on your wedding day to each of them
Part 4
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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year
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Ok ok ok idea.... One direction x drummer!reader which follows them thru their first album and till now
i was thinking the reader is like zayn's frnd from before and when they need a drummer cuz their drummer got sick for the tour (just an idea) he remembers that she can play it rlly well
so she goes on tour....and becomes their bestie....sees the inside struggles...and shit
steal my girl is written for her...
and like...she's heart broken when zayn leaves (possibly because of harbored feelings???)
and she and zayn stop talking.... She sticks w Harry and becomes his back-up drummer and starts making music of her own otherwise
All the boys (except zayn) support her and shit....
reader had family problems and insecurities and stuff....so matilda by harry is written for her and its like a surprise
and like.....she's rlly upset cuz they were her found family and now they're broke apart
UNTIL The whole Gigi and Yolanda thing happened....and zayn goes thru some shit and he goes to the only person he knows as refugee which isssssss reader (ta daaa)
and then she manages to get them all together
Maybe I'd make like a whole universe type thing?? Ideas and questions welcome...send 'em in my ask box
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imagines-1directioner · 6 months
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Same Mistake - with Zayn Malik
Situação: marido!Zayn Malik x Leitora
Contagem de palavras: 980
Sinopse: Zayn e S/N cometem o mesmo erro e passam por um momento turbulento em relação ao futuro do relacionamento do casal.
N/A: Mais uma vez renascendo das cinzas com uma imagine meses depois hahahaha. Espero que gostem e me digam o que acharam.
curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶
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Já se passava das três da manhã quando encarei o horário no relógio digital pela quarta vez naquela noite infinita. Além da insônia, o calor que senti devido a mudança de estações era insuportável, não me deixando dormir nem que fosse por poucas horas. Claro que a angústia dentro de mim era uma das principais razões para minha inquietação, mas eu simplesmente ignorei esse detalhe em meu subconsciente e quis culpar a temperatura como meu pico de estresse.
“Será que eu ligo?” pensei alto, imaginando que ele também poderia estar na mesma situação que eu, ou até mesmo pior. “Está tarde, talvez ele já esteja dormindo.” minha mente fulminante não parava um segundo sequer, e meu coração gritava por respostas até eu ceder e clicar no contato dele em meu celular.
Ligação On*
- Oi.. - me senti mais aliviada ao perceber que sua voz não parecia sonolenta.
- Oi.. desculpa o horário. - comentei preocupada.
- Tudo bem, não estava dormindo.
- Também não consigo dormir.
- Bem vinda ao clube. - soltei uma leve risada para quebrar o gelo. Fazia uma semana desde de nosso último contato. - Tá tudo bem? - optei por permanecer em silêncio, afinal ele sabia a resposta.
- Você sabe que não. - pude ouvir a respiração profunda do outro lado da linha. Aquilo me machucou.
- Eu preciso de mais tempo.
- E eu entendo. - era tudo que eu podia dizer. - O que está me matando não é apenas o fato de não te ter por perto, e sim não saber como isso vai terminar. - novamente escuto-o suspirar pesado.
- Não é uma situação que se resolve do dia pra noite, S/N. - ouví-lo me chamar somente pelo nome era doloroso, e meus olhos se fecharam demonstrando o quanto doía.
- Eu sei.. sei muito bem o que está sentindo. - dei ênfase na confirmação.
- Então você compreende que preciso de mais tempo para absorver tudo o que aconteceu.
- Sim.. - completei entristecida. - Me desculpa.. de novo. - Zayn não respondeu. Claro, ele estava magoado, e com razão. - Nós havíamos nos reerguido e eu estraguei tudo.
- Não quero que pareça que só você foi a culpada.
- Mas eu fui.
- E eu também. - admitiu rapidamente. - Afinal, quem traiu primeiro fui eu. - desta vez eu suspirei fundo, relembrando a dor que senti oito meses atrás, quando soube que ele havia ficado com a ex namorada enquanto eu estava fora da cidade, visitando a minha familia.
Flashback On*
- Você não vai nem se defender? - esbravejei nervosa enquanto ele me encarava com a famosa carinha do gato de botas.
- Eu errei. - Zayn me encarou com os olhos marejados e logo limpou uma lágrima recém caída do olho esquerdo, engolindo o choro. - Errei feio e eu sei disso. Não vou esconder meu erro na bebida.
- Por que fez isso comigo? - murmurei com os lábios trêmulos e voz totalmente embargada. Meu coração estava dilacerado que sequer conseguia olhar para o meu marido.
- Porque eu sou um idiota, um fraco.
- Eu não te dei amor o suficiente?
- Claro que não, meu bem! - vi ele vir até mim e segurar minhas mãos delicadamente. - Não pegue essa culpa para você, por favor. Isso não é tem nada a ver contigo, com algo que você fez ou deixou de fazer. Fui eu que te magoei. Eu sou o filho da puta que estragou nosso casamento.
- Você ainda me ama? - perguntei aos prantos, tendo a maquiagem borrada e olhos cheios d’água, os quais olhavam fixamente para o moreno triste a minha frente.
- Eu sempre vou te amar, meu amor. Foi isso que eu disse em frente ao altar quando nos casamos, com toda a sinceridade do mundo.
Flashback Off*
- Sabe.. não sei se podemos comparar a dor, porque ela se expressa de maneiras diferentes nas pessoas. Mas como você se sentiu?
- Vazia. - respondi sem nem pensar muito. - Me senti desvalorizada, inutilizada, mas ao mesmo tempo sentia raiva e muito medo do que estava por vir.
- Eu estou com medo.
- Que tipo de medo?
- Medo de não sermos felizes como éramos no início do casamento.. de ter perdido o que era nosso, a nossa essência como casal apaixonado.. estou com medo de ter parado de te amar. - digeri em seco aquelas palavras que havia acabado de escutar. Elas caíram como um pedaço de chumbo no meu estômago e a vontade de chorar estava entalada na garganta.
- Se você acha que não está pronto para me perdoar, eu vou compreender. - provavelmente Zayn percebeu a alteração no tom da minha voz.
- Mas você me perdoou. Não quero ser injusto.
- Uma traição não anula a outra, Zayn. Não podemos tratar isso como se estivéssemos quites porque nós dois cometemos o mesmo erro.
- Você.. você quer se separar de vez? - senti que a pergunta veio de um modo apreensivo e eu não queria responder, então decidi me calar. - Isso foi um não?
- Na verdade não quero influenciar na sua decisão.
- Então você não quer se separar?
- Eu te amo, Z. - disse verdadeiramente. - Apesar de tudo vivemos dez anos juntos. Construímos uma vida. É claro que não te quero longe mim.
- Não me afastaria de você caso nos divorciássemos. - ele tentou minimizar o “problema” com uma solução teórica.
- Você diz isso agora, na prática tudo se torna mais difícil.. - conclui e ele se calou. - Eu.. eu sinto sua falta. - admiti em momento de fraqueza e carência. - E o Mike também. - pude ouvir sua risada baixa, trazendo um pouco de felicidade ao mencionar nosso cachorro.
- Sinto falta dele também.. e sua mais ainda. - fiquei feliz em saber que ele sentia minha falta, mesmo depois de tê-lo traído com um de seus amigos de infância após uma briga intensa que tivemos.
- Posso fazer uma última pergunta antes de desligar?
- Uhum.
- Você ainda me ama?
- Eu fui sincero ao dizer que sempre te amaria quando nos casamos.
- Mas e agora, nesse exato momento, você sente amor por mim?
- Sim.. afinal só dói porque eu ainda te amo.
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hardsouldreamer · 6 months
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Saving Her Pt 1
Pairing:Dad!Louis x Adopted!Daughter!Reader
Warnings:Mentions of passed abuse, Lots of fluff,Mentions of suicide,Strong language My bad writing skills
summary: a young girl is abandoned by her mother at a cafe in LA a member of One Direction Louis Tomlinson grows attached to the young girl.
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Louis' Pov:
The day had started like every other day, I woke up, I had my morning coffee, and then the boys and I went to get breakfast out. Normal.
We were all talking and pratting about at our table when suddenly Zayn noticed something."Hey Lou look over there at that table."
"Why?" Was all I replied with. I looked over at the table Zayn pointed at and saw a little girl no older than 4 or 5. She was sitting nicely, just swinging her legs and looking around. "Naill look over there." I jabbed him in his side with my elbow as I spoke. He saw her too and then got Harry to look over. Soon enough, all five of us were looking over at the girl. "Let's just hang around for a bit and keep an eye on her." Harry spoke. We all agreed and sat every once in a while we would glance at the little girl. She didn't move for the whole hour and a half that we had been there until she slid off her chair and waddled up to us. "Have you seen my mommy?" was all she said. Her voice was sweet and quiet, and her demeanour was small and nervous. "No, I'm sorry, but we can help you look for her if you want?" Harry replied in a much softer voice than usual. "o..oh." her eyes welled up with tears, and in split second thinking, I pushed past Zayn and picked her up in an attempt to comfort her. She didn't seem fazed that I was a stranger to her.
I walked up to the counter with the little girl in my arms and asked the lady if she had seen this little girl walk in with anyone and the lady just looked at the girl then at me and replied with "The lady that walked in with that kid left almost over an hour ago." Anger boiled up within me. How could someone just leave a child on her own? "Ok," was all I replied with, and I walked back to the boys.
"So? Any luck?" Liam asked
"No, apparently, her mum left over an hour ago." Was all that I could reply with. A sad expression washed over all the boys' faces. "What do we do now she could be long gone by now." That's when I noticed how thin the poor girl was. "What's your name, little one?" Zayn tried, but she just nuzzled her head into my shoulder and whimpered. I looked at her and noticed the top of a bruise on the back of her neck. "It's ok, little one. We just want to help," I whispered in her ear in an attempt to comfort her. "Y/n"
"Well, Y/n, it's nice to meet you. I'm Louis. " She seemed to relax a bit,"Louis?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I get down?"
"Of course Y/n" I bent down and put her down on her own feet. She stayed glued to my leg while the boys and I talked about what to do. Finally, we decided to take her home and leave our credentials here, so if her mum came looking for her, she would be able to contact us. We also phoned the police and they told us that they would look into it but for now we had a little girl to look after.
The drive home was quiet, and I felt bad for the poor girl she was unhealthily thin, and she had bruises on her arms and that bruise on the back of her neck. Something was going on, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. Once we were home, I took y/n to the spare guest room where she would be staying.
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Y/n pov:
The nice men took me to their house after trying to help me find my mommy. Mommy wasn't very nice, but she was all I had. Yes, she would hit me, and she always brought home strange men who would have wrestling match with her in her room with the door locked. I knew better than to interrupt even when I had nightmares. She was always out, and I couldn't reach the counters to get food. Most of the time, she was gone till the early morning hours, and if I asked her for anything, I would get hit, and she would send me to my room starving.
This morning she woke me up and said that she would take me out for a treat like before daddy died I was so happy and excited but when she left to go to the bathroom and didn't come back I sat patiently and waited. I noticed the men looking at me, Maybe they knew where mommy had gone? So I walked up and asked them the one with long curly hair said no, and I started to cry, but the one called Louis rushed to pick me up and comfort me. This was strange, but I liked it. I had never gotten cuddles off, Mommy. He walked up to the front desk and asked the lady if she had seen my mommy, but mommy left without me ages ago. Sadness took over me, I didn't wanna go back with Mommy now. I wanted Daddy.
Louis Pov:
"You ok Love?" I asked and she looked up at me and cried "I want Daddy"
"Where is Daddy?" I asked, and she looked down as tears streamed down her cheeks."G..gone" It took me a moment to realise, but when I did, my heart broke for the poor girl. I hugged her tight, and she hugged me back. "What do you wanna do, Love?" I asked after a while. When I didn't get a reply, I looked down and saw her sleeping. I tucked her into the bed and went back down to the boys. "How is she?" Niall asked
"She's asleep now. The poor girl cried herself to sleep." I replied. Zayn noticed the phone vibrating. "I'll get it." He said, he put it on speaker phone and the police told him that Y/n's mother was found dead at her home and that they suspect the cause of death to be suicide. Shortly after, they hung up. "Poor y/n," Liam muttered to himself. "Well, what do we do now?" Harry questioned, I sighed and told them the plan."We should see if we can adopt her. That way, she won't go into the system." The boys agreed but Liam turned around and said "What about Simon?"
"Fuck Simon" I responded "It's mine and Y/n's choice." The boys went silent after and shortly after we went to bed.
The next morning
I woke up to commotion downstairs. Shouting and threats. The boys were fighting someone. I rushed downstairs and saw Simon with a scowl on his face. "Louis, you can not adopt a child, and that is final." Anger shot through my vains like a bullet."It's my life!" I shouted in his direction. Simon could fire me for all I cared. Y/n would not go into the system as long as I'm around. "She is going into the system or an orphanage." Simon stated, getting fed up. "I refuse to let her go there." I countered,Simon huffed, knowing that he didn't stand a chance in this "Fine, but when you lose fans because of this, then it will only be you to blame." That's when a quiet sob rang throughout the room. Y/n. I turned, and she ran straight to Zayn, who was the furthest from Simon. He picked her up and took her outside to the back garden, comforting her and distracting her. "Leave.Now." I said through gritted teeth.Simon left without another word, and I just got into my car and drove.
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queenkokoo · 1 year
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Could you do Niall Horan X reader
Face claim: blonde Ariana Grande
Niall Horan (not part of any series)
Just pretend she has blonde hair on the poster
(I tried to find some Manips but I couldn’t find any good ones. Ariana and Harry are much more popular than Niall and Ariana.)
I hope you like it.
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Y/n L/n ❤️
Y/nfan2 I’m literally screaming
niallfan19 he’s so cute
y/nfan3 does anyone know what he’s watching?
Niallfan3 He’s at Y/n’s parents house so he’s probably watching golf with her dad!
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Y/nDaily Y/n in song association for Elle Magazine!
Niallfan2 she’s so pretty
y/nfan9 I’m in love
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NiallHoran ❤️
y/nfan3 I screamed
Niallfan04 what is going on
niallfan12 New fans won’t understand why him posting her is a big deal
niallfan93 why?
y/nfan he’s never posted any of his past girlfriends as much as he posts Y/n
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Y/nL/n February 14th 💕
Y/nfan8 screaming
Sza 💗
niallfan so excited
y/manager ❤️❤️❤️
JadeThirwall 💞
niallfan2 ahhh
y/nfan9 finally we get to hear POV after she admitted it was about Niall! 🤭
Niallfan8 when did she say that?
1Dfan13 during her interview with Vogue back in October!
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daaydreamy · 2 years
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Can you write a sub y/n subrry and Dom Zayn one shot please let them do something really filthy :)
show me how
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summary: zayn teaches an inexperienced harry how to pleasure both him and y/n.
warnings: coarse language, smut, f/m/m threesome, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, praise kink
pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik
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“I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you.”
Harry glanced at Zayn as he stood on his knees in front of Y/N. His knees were starting to hurt a little because he was kneeling on the floor, but he ignored it and chose to stay quiet. He was a bit nervous and was a bit afraid he was going to embarrass himself because this is the first time he’s ever going to pleasure a woman and this is also the first time he was having a threesome. It made his heart race from anticipation just from thinking about it.
“What do I do?” Harry asked softly, eyeing Y/N’s most intimate parts.
Y/N was leaning back against her hands, looking down at the blushing boy with a small smile playing on her lips. She was excited. She and Zayn had been friends with benefits for a little while now and she knew Harry was one of his friends. She was even a bit surprised when Zayn had told her that Harry asked him to join in because he had always been a shy and reserved person whenever she met up with him, but was still excited anyway. She has a pretty little dress on and lace panties she specifically wore tonight, her dress hiked up her thighs to show her covered cunt.
“Take her panties off.”
Harry glanced at Zayn once more before bringing his hands up, taking the waistband of Y/N’s lace panties before slowly pulling them down her legs. As he took them off, Y/N moved to lay on her back, shutting her eyes when Harry took them off and placed them beside her.
“Taste her.”
Zayn was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbow resting on the armrest. He was toying with his lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of his eyes. It was arousing, truly. He had to adjust himself a little because his cock was already growing hard in his pants, biting the inside of his cheek softly when Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out, running it up Y/N’s slit. As much as he wanted to do that to Y/N as well, he really did want to help Harry and to show him how to do this.
Harry had to hold back a moan when he tasted Y/N on his tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to lick up her arousal, the soft moans she was letting out going straight to his ears. He sucked her clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking softly. His nails were digging into her thighs softly, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin. He licked up everything she was giving him, humming and moaning against her from satisfaction.
“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N breathed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Harry’s soft curls. She gripped them softly, letting moans and whimpers and gasps leave her pretty little mouth. The feeling of Harry’s warm tongue against her was truly pleasurable and she was enjoying every single bit of it. She tightened her thighs around his head ever so often, which he didn’t seem to mind all that much, but she reminded herself to keep her legs open.
“Fuck.” Y/N whispered softly and Zayn’s eyes flickered to her face, eyeing her mouth that had sinful noises spilling out of it. He admired her features and how pretty she was, smiling a little as he watched her.
Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to Harry.
“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Harry.” Zayn grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off of Y/N, making both of them whimper from the loss. Harry looked up at Zayn, his lips and chin wet with spit and Y/N’s arousal from how messy he had gotten. Zayn smiled down at him and ran his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pushing his thumb into his mouth after. Harry suckled on it softly and closed his eyes, Zayn’s head lifting up when he heard Y/N speak.
“Please, Zayn.” She pleaded and Zayn pulled his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, pushing his head back towards Y/N’s center. Harry immediately stuck his tongue out again and continued what he was doing earlier, except Zayn was holding him against Y/N this time. His hand was gripping his hair tightly and he was watching quietly as he stood beside him.
“Make her come, yeah? You’re not pulling off until I let you.”
Harry could only nod against Y/N as a reply. His nose bumped Y/N’s clit softly when he moved down to tease her weepy hole with his tongue, whimpering softly when Zayn gripped his hair a bit tighter. Harry’s nails were digging into his own thighs, wanting Y/N to come on his tongue so badly. He was losing his breath though, which Zayn noticed, and he pulled his head back. Harry let out soft pants, admiring Y/N’s went cunt that was slick with his spit and her arousal.
“It doesn’t even seem like it’s your first time doing this, look at what you’re doing to her.” Zayn chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.
“Make her come.” Zayn patted Harry’s cheek and walked away from him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss Y/N. He swallowed the moans and whines she was letting out and he could tell that she was getting close from how squirmy and loud she had gotten ever since they started. Her hand cradled his jaw softly, licking into his mouth. Zayn did the same to her, her taste lingering on his tongue when he eventually pulled away.
“I’m close.” She gasped out and Zayn’s lips curved up into a smile again. He stood up straight and watched Harry again, seeing that his eyes were closed and that he was eagerly licking into Y/N’s pretty little pussy. Y/N’s thighs tightened around Harry’s head but Zayn placed his hand on her knee, pulling them apart again.
“Fuck!” Y/N whined when she finally reached her peak, her back arching up a little. A string of loud moans and profanities and Harry’s name left Y/N’s lips, letting the pleasure wash over her and drown her. Therefore she was left panting when Harry pulled off, sighing dreamily as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took, her body relaxing further into the mattress beneath her. She let go of the sheets since she was gripping them pretty tightly, closing her legs as well.
“That was good, Harry. You did good.”
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“You’re gonna fuck her now.” Zayn said to Harry. It was like an order, and Harry immediately obeyed for some reason. It showed how submissive he really was, how easily he complied with the things Zayn would say. The fact that he wanted Zayn to teach him as well only added to it. Y/N was quite submissive as well, which he took advantage of whenever they had their nights together. 
Harry gulped quietly as he looked down at Y/N. He had put a condom on and got onto the bed with Y/N while Zayn sat back down on the chair beside the bed. Y/N had taken her dress off as well and it was lying around somewhere in the room. One of Harry’s hands was on Y/N’s knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He ran his tip along Y/N’s soaking slit, a shiver running up his spine from the feeling. He eventually started pushing his cock into her weepy hole, letting out a shaky moan as she squeezed around him. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose, going slowly until his cock was filling her up fully.
“Fuck her, Harry. She likes it rough.” 
Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Zayn before looking down at where he and Y/N connected. He thrusted in and out of her a little bit, both of them letting out a soft moan. He did that a couple more times and eventually made his thrusts a bit faster and deeper, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. He leaned his torso over hers, burying his face in her neck as he fucked into her cunt. He panted against her skin, feeling her legs wrap around his waist.
“Fuck, Harry. You’re f-fucking me so good.” Y/N breathed out, tangling one of her hands in his sweaty curls. The feeling of his cock filling her up to the brim made her head spin and all she could do was moan and whimper. Their warm bodies were pressing up against each other’s, droplets of sweat rolling down their skin. The air around them had gotten warmer and thicker and smelled like sex and sweat the longer they fucked. 
“Fuck her harder.” Zayn said, rubbing himself over his pants softly. He couldn’t resist the urge to not touch himself because the sight in front of him was to die for. His hard cock was straining against his pants but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to come through a different way. He only palmed himself, watching Harry lean back up onto his knees while proceeding to fuck into Y/N even harder than before. He let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself, letting his eyes fall shut while he just listened to their obscene noises. He let his head tip back, their filthy moans and whines and whimpers going straight to his ears and his cock.
“I’m gonna come, Harry, fuck.” Y/N gasped out and Zayn opened his eyes again, wanting to watch her come again.
“P-please come, I want you to come.” Harry whimpered softly and Zayn groaned softly, shifting in his seat.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Y/N said quickly, gripping the sheets as orgasmic pleasure washed over her once more. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing, her stomach was going in spirals, it was like her body had been consumed by the pleasure Harry was giving her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, moaning and whining shamelessly as she came around Harry’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.
“Fuck, you feel so good, oh god.” Harry choked out as he started to come as well, closing his eyes tightly as he emptied himself in the condom. Y/N was squeezing around him so tightly it felt like he could explode, moaning and whimpering shakily.
Eventually, Harry pulled out of Y/N, still blissed out from his orgasm.
“You’re not done yet, Harry.”
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“You’re gonna suck me off now, yeah? Get on your knees.” Zayn said and Harry stood there for a couple seconds even after hearing him, blinking with his lips parted.
“Did you hear me?”
“I- yeah, sorry.” Harry gulped and got down on his knees, looking up at him. Y/N was still on the bed, watching quietly with the sheets pulled over her body since it was kind of cold in the room. She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, her legs kind of feeling like jelly from the two orgasms she just had.
“I’m kind of nervous.” Harry admitted quietly and Zayn laughed a little, tilting his head up.
“Don’t be, I’ll go slow. Uh, hit me if you ever want to stop, okay?” He said and Harry nodded.
“Okay.”
Zayn hastily pulled his pants and his boxers down his legs, the fabric bunching up at his knees. He stroked himself a couple times, moaning softly from the feeling. He looked down at Harry and moved a little bit closer, until his tip prodded at his lips. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head when he slowly took him into his mouth, hissing softly from the feeling. His hair fell over his face a little bit as he watched, letting Harry go at his own pace.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He murmured under his breath, letting his eyes fall shut as he took more of him into his mouth. He tipped his head back, his fingers tightening in Harry’s hair. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, moaning softly.
“Teeth,” Zayn said shakily. “Careful with your teeth.” He chuckled breathily.
Harry’s knees were starting to ache a little but he chose to ignore it, tears gathering in his eyes when he choked around his cock softly. He pulled off and coughed a little, apologizing softly until Zayn told him that it was okay and to go slow. He looked up at him before wrapping a hand around his cock, leaning in to take him into his mouth again. He used his tongue this time instead of trying to take him as deep as he could, feeling proud of himself when he heard Zayn groan from above him.
“Good boy.” Zayn breathed, not being able to resist the urge to thrust into Harry’s mouth a little bit. And eventually, Harry let him. He was thrusting into his mouth slowly, moaning and gasping whenever he did. Harry’s mouth was so wet and warm and it was heavenly. Harry was moaning around him, whimpering softly whenever he gripped and tugged at his hair.
“I’m close.” Zayn grunted out, opening his eyes and forcing himself to look down at Harry because he wanted to watch. Harry was now bobbing his head up and down his cock, a few tears falling down his soft cheeks. His own cock was now hard again just from sucking cock, aching with a bit of precum beading at his tip. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Zayn gasped out, holding Harry’s head still against him as he came in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he reached his peak. He was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making Harry’s scalp hurt a little bit, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Zayn’s knees were threatening to give out a little bit, his entire body leaning into the pleasure. 
He pulled out of Harry’s mouth when he was starting to get sensitive, panting softly as he looked down at him.
Harry smiled, dimples popping in his cheeks.
“Did I do good?”
“Yeah, really good.” Zayn chuckled breathily.
a/n: i chose this concept since this one anon kept asking for it so here you go bae 😭😭 and also thank you for 500 followers!! i love every single one of you so so much 🫶🫂
🏷: @pay-mind-to-the-crows, @alag-aasmaan, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69
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fallingforel · 10 months
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the fluff /angst prompt list
below is the prompt list for my requested fics, i write for arctic monkeys, the 1975 one direction and the vamps so please if you would like to request don’t be afraid to I’ll do my best but yes please dont hesitate to ask any burning questions you may have. 
“You’re family.”
“I care about you.”
“I need you.”
“Can I join you.”
“You made your choice.”
“This isn’t fair!”
“How could you do this?”
“Do you hate me?”
“I could never leave you behind.”
“Come with me.”
“That’s sweet.”
“You look great.”
“Where are you going?”
“That’s new.”
“Let me help you.”
“Drop the attitude.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve got you.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
“Do you like it?”
“You smell nice.”
“They didn’t deserve you.”
“I trust you, do you trust me?”
“Karma is a bitch.”
“What the hell?”
“Son of a bitch.”
“I hope your day gets better.”
“I’m here if you need to talk.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Sorry.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why are you acting like this?”
“How do I look?”
“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”
“What is this about?”
“You look like hell.”
“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“It’s good to see you.”
“You know, you can stay if you want to.”
“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
“I almost feel bad for you.”
“What you did was stupid.”
“No.  You listen to me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I know you’re scared.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“You’re not helping.”
“It’s not safe here.”
“You should leave.”
“Everything is fine.”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Just go away.”
“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
“I’m only here to help.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
“Thanks for nothing.”
“I’m done.”
“You think that this is easy for me?”
“I hate seeing you like this.”
“You make me so mad.”
“I brought you dinner.”
“Say what?”
“You’ll be fine.”
“You’ve got me on your side.”
“I don’t like you…. I love you.”
“I don’t want you… I need you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s okay to cry.”
“I can tell you’re lying.”
“You’re in danger.”
“You deserve better.”
“You’ve changed.”
“I think I’m in trouble.”
“You always find a way to surprise me.”
“You did what you had to do.”
“You have no idea.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“This is just great.”
“You’re here late.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“It’s just you and me.”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”
“Calm down.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh come on.”
“No one is perfect.”
“You’ve been quiet.”
“What did you just say?”
“I’ll always be there for you.”
“Fair enough.”
“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“You’re not crazy.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“I hope you’re happy.”
“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You believe me, don’t you?”
“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
“Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”
“Fuck you!”
“You don’t even know me.”
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theodorelore · 9 months
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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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❊ harry styles
❊ louis tomlinson
❊ niall horan
❊ zayn malik
❊ calum hood
❊ michael clifford
❊ luke hemmings
❊ ashton irwi𝐧
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violetsandfluff · 2 years
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You were falling. You didn’t know how, where, or why, but you were falling. You sat straight up in bed, sweating and heart racing.
Zayn rolled over to look at you and make sure you were okay. His shaggy, messy from sleep hair covered his eyes and he wrinkled his nose adorably.
“You okay, Baby?” He opened his arms under the covers for you to crawl into.
Crawling into them, you explained the dream as he rubbed your cheeks gently.
“You’re okay now, baby doll,” Zayn whispered. “I’m here. Your safe.”
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spoongyb · 2 years
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WHY ARE THERE SOOO LITTLE ZAYN FANFICS LIKE THAT MAN DESERVES SO MUCH MORE APPRECIATION
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fakesocialmediaa · 1 year
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Itsmey/n ✔︎
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Itsmey/n Niall surprised me with a date and well this just happened I can’t wait to marry you @niallhoran
Itsmey/n ✔︎
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Itsmey/n I’m so happy I can’t believe I get to call you my husband @niallhoran
Niallhoran ✔︎
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Niallhoran Mr and Mrs Horan @itsmey/n
Request: Could you do a post one with each of the One Direction boys on your wedding day to each of them
Part 1
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wolfmoonmusic · 11 months
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Sneaking a Chance
Planet!drummer reader
Part 1 - Summary: An old friend calls you again. You're not sure what to make of it
SEND IN HEADCANNONS OR THINGS Y'ALL WANNA SEE IN THESE FICS. IT'S THE ENTIRE POINT OF THESEEE
A/N- Part one 'cuz I couldn't help myself. I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line.
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Waking up in the middle of the night was common for you.
However, waking up in the middle of the night because your ex - best friend - who was also your next door neighbor and soon to be celebrity - was calling you after almost a year of barely even texting, was not common.
You sat up straight in bed, answering the phone immediately so as to not wake up your parents. 
“Zayn?”
“Were you asleep?” he asked, the smirk evident in his voice.
“It’s 1 am Zayn! What do you think, genius?” you hissed, confused and angry that he was calling you now.
“You answered though!” 
“Fine then,” you replied, getting angrier by the second, about to disconnect when you heard him apologize repeatedly.
You sighed, putting the phone back to your ear, “What do you want Zayn?”
“Look, our drummer is terribly sick.”
“So?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Why did that matter?
“And you can play the drums really well.”
You froze.
He was not-
“We have a week left for our first show. You think you could come over to go through it with us once?”
“Zayn, you’ve officially lost your mind!”
“If anyone can do it, it’s you! Look, just try out and if it doesn’t work you go straight back and none of this ever happened. We’ve worked really hard and we don’t want to postpone this. It’s just until our drummer’s back. I promise.”
You sighed again weighing your options. What was the worst that could happen? You could try out right? It wasn’t like you’d be accepted. And even if you were, you’d come back soon. There was only one problem.
“But my parents-”
“You have 10 minutes to get ready, we’re outside your house in a van right now. Sneak out the window like you used to. We’ll drop you back before 7.”
You cursed under your breath, a smirk making its way to your face.
Zayn had always been the one to help you escape your house when you needed to, and plans like these made it feel like old times.
“Alright. I’m in.”
You hung up, quickly jumping out of bed to change into jeans and a top. 
As you got ready you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of seeing Zayn again that rose in your chest. You’d barely spoken to him or texted him since he’d joined the band. You knew that he was going places in life that you could never follow, but it still hurt because you two had been inseparable before.
You tied your hair up in a pony, when a sudden thought hit you.
You weren’t just gonna meet Zayn.
You were gonna meet Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry too.
You froze, staring at yourself in the mirror. 
“Holy shit,” you muttered, grabbing a few essentials and putting on your drumming gloves.
You opened the blinds to find Zayn standing a bit away from your window, grinning when your face appeared behind it.
You smirked, heart leaping with joy as you slid the window open, crawling out and shutting it again.
Zayn closed the gap between you both, engulfing you in a big hug, your hands around his neck as you laughed.
“I missed you,” he said, pulling away.
“Awww the Bradford bad boy has feelings!” you gasped, causing him to punch your arm playfully.
“Oh shut up!” he laughed.
You wanted to ask why he stopped replying to your texts. If he’d really missed you, why did he ignore them all?
But you shoved the thought away trying to focus on the fact that he hadn’t forgotten you atleast. 
He grabbed your arm as you both ran to the van, him shoving you inside causing you to collide with someone as jumped in after you.
“Shit sorry!” you hissed, as someone turned on a flashlight, revealing a curly haired boy next to you.
Harry.
“ ‘s fine love. We should be the ones apologizing for waking you up like this,” he grinned, adjusting himself so that you could sit properly.
You shook your head laughing, hoping the darkness would hide your pink cheeks, no one had ever called you that before, “Trust me, when you’ve been best friends with Malik for 6 years, you get used to things like this.”
The three boys in front of you grinned. “Getting up in the middle of the night to go play some songs for a band that’s just about to go on their first tour is common for you?” the boy you knew as Louis chided. “Damn mate, how many bands have you been in?” he asked, turning to Zayn with a big smirk on his face. 
You found yourself laughing with the other boys as Zayn wrapped his hand around your shoulders. You found yourself leaning in to him, the familiarness of being so close to him making the terrible last few months seem a little better.
Though you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you got selected. Or what if you didn’t? Would you lose Zayn again? 
“Awww look at you both!” Louis laughed again, causing you to bury your face in his shoulder, trying to hide the shy grin on your face.
“Shut up Louis!” Zayn laughed.
You only snuggled closer hoping you would drown everything else out and it would be just you and him, driving out to an all night cafe. Just the two of you.
But when the boys continued laughing and joking you were brought back to reality. 
It was never gonna be just the two of you again. Because he was a singer now. And you were just someone from his past. That was never gonna change.
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Tags: @jadonswhore @dollbabydeliicacies @st-ev-ie 
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imagines-1directioner · 5 months
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Same Mistake - with Zayn Malik - Parte III
PARTE I / PARTE II
Contagem de palavras: 1169
N/A: como toda história é composta por um começo, meio e fim, trago pra vocês a parte final de mais uma trilogia do blog. espero que gostem e obrigada por acompanharem e curtirem a história 🤍 conto com o feedback de vocês!
curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶
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Três semanas depois..
Em todos esses anos de vida nunca imaginei que uma criaturinha tão pequena poderia me causar tanto, mais tanto enjoo. A sensação de mal estar se dava em setenta por cento do meu dia, enquanto os outros vinte por cento passava de joelhos no chão, com a cabeça enfiada na privada vomitando tudo que eu comia. E fazia apenas dois meses de gestação.
- Ai meu bebê, deixa a mamãe respirar só um pouquinho. - disse passando água pelo meu rosto pela oitava vez na última hora. No momento que molho a face novamente escuto a campainha tocar. - Ótimo.. - resmungo ao fechar a torneira e pegar a toalhinha que carrego comigo pela casa. Ultimamente meu humor não estava dos melhores por conta das quedas e picos hormonais. No entanto, quando abri a porta e me deparei com ele em casa um sorriso se abriu em meu rosto. - Você!
- Oie! - respondeu sorridente e impossibilitado para ser abraçado, já que carregava inúmeras sacolas e um pacote grande em seu colo. - Atrapalho?
- Não, imagina. Pode entrar!
- Com licença. - seu modo tímido e educado nunca mudava.
- Deixa eu te ajudar com isso. - falei enquanto pegava o pacote grande que ele tentava segurar e então fechei a porta.
- Desculpa vir sem avisar.. mas eu estava de passagem pelo bairro e resolvi passar aqui para ver como você está, e como nosso nenenzinho está. - Malik soltou um sorriso ao sentar no sofá e observar minha barriga ainda pequena.
- Estamos bem! - respondi enquanto me sentava ao lado dele no sofá. - Apesar dos enjoos e vômitos recorrentes estamos bem.
- O remédio não está funcionando?
- Mais ou menos. - fiz uma careta. - Tem dias que funciona, outros nem tanto.
- Que droga.. podemos tentar outra coisa, talvez um chá. - sugeriu preocupado. - Estive lendo e alguns alimentos são bons pra esse tipo de mal estar. - um sorrisinho involuntário surgiu em meus lábios. Eu estava amando ter a preocupação dele voltada a mim de novo.
- Podemos tentar sim.
- Bem, aproveitando que estava aqui perto eu fiz algumas comprinhas. - nós rimos.
- A criança ainda nem nasceu e já tem um monte de coisa.
- Eu não me contenho quando vejo qualquer coisa que remete a bebê. - ri enquanto ele abre a primeira sacola revelando um mini vans preto, a coisinha mais fofa do mundo.
- Anw, meu Deus!!
- Me diz se não é uma gracinha!
- Demais!
- Não vejo a hora de vestir nela… ou nele.
- Você tem tanta certeza que vai ser uma menina? - questionei rindo depois que admirei o mini tênis, devolvendo-o para caixa.
- Eu já sonhei tantas vezes com uma menina que tô achando que é real.
- Tenho consulta na próxima quinta-feira, onze da manhã. Se estiver livre.
- Vou sim, com toda certeza. - sorrio entusiasmada. Nos minutos seguintes nós continuamos abrindo os presente que o papai babão comprou e cada sacola revelada mais apaixonada e ansiosa eu ficava pela vinda da criança mais amada do planeta.
- Acho que essa sacolinha é a última. - comentei enquanto pegava a embalagem de uma loja de jóias.
- Então, essa daí é pra você. - ergui as sobrancelhas em sinal de supresa e sorri. Quando abri me deparei com uma caixinha quadrada e preta.
- Um anel? - embora o anel com uma pedrinha vermelha brilhante fosse lindíssimo, questionei entre risadas, sem entender muita coisa.
- Tem uma surpresinha dentro da pedra. - Zayn apontou para o acessório. - Fecha um dos olhos e veja o que tem dentro. - franzi a testa, curiosa e receosa ao mesmo tempo mas fiz o que ele mandou. Ao aproximar o brilho avermelhado do meu olho direito pude ver uma foto, e quando totalmente perto do meu foco visual consegui reconhecer a fotografia dentro daquela pedrinha. Era a foto do dia mais feliz da minha vida, quando nós dissemos sim um para o outro. E como duas crianças entusiasmadas posamos para a melhor foto daquele dia em meio a tantas tiradas no casamento: ambos rindo para os ares e mostrando que realmente casamos quando apontamos para a aliança no dedo anelar, com a frente da mão virada para a câmera. Um turbilhão de sentimentos invadiu-me naquele segundo, e eu nem pude segurar a vontade de chorar já que a emoção foi mais forte de qualquer outro sentimento. Eu parecia reviver aquele momento de euforia e espontaneidade. A mais pura alegria fazia parte do meu ser naquele dia, e aquela foto em especial conseguiu capturar exatamente o que eu sentia.
- Que coisa mais linda.. - falei com a voz chorosa. - Eu amo essa foto. - ri observando novamente aquela obra de arte.
- Eu também. - pude vê-lo sorrir. - A felicidade que senti nesse momento foi a mais genuína possível. - assenti, fazendo das palavras dele as minhas. - Essa foto é a minha tela de bloqueio do notebook. - meus olhos marejados foram ao encontro de Zayn. - Fazia alguns meses que eu não abri meu notebook e na semana passada eu precisei ligá-lo. Quando acendeu a tela, eu vi essa foto. - apontou para o anel. - Fiquei observando a imagem por uns quinze minutos e um filme passou pela minha cabeça. Eu me teletransportei para o exato momento em que tiramos a foto. Consegui até escutar você dizendo ‘Vamos tirar aquela foto brega apontando para as alianças e rindo à toa?’ - soltei uma risada ao relembrar minha fala. - E nós nem precisamos rir à toa porque o momento era tão alegre que nem fizemos esforços para fingir. - concordei limpando as lágrimas que caiam com mais rapidez agora. - Foi naquele momento, encarando essa foto que descobri que o amor que sinto por você é leve, é alegre, é feliz. - fez uma pausa e buscou minhas mãos, acariciando-as. - Foi observando o nosso sorriso que percebi que o medo de te ter longe é muito menor do que o amor que sinto por você, S/N. Eu sou e sempre serei apaixonado por cada pedacinho seu. E quando eu digo cada pedacinho, incluo também o fruto do nosso amor dentro de você. A vinda dessa criança me fez refletir que a minha vida perderá um pouco de cor se eu não puder ver vocês rindo juntos, porque a sua risada me contagia, e misturada com a desse bebê eu tenho certeza que vai colorir o meu dia. Então, S/A, eu estou te dando este anel como se estivéssemos nos casando de novo, recuperando a nossa felicidade genuína como a desta foto, te pedindo para me aceitar novamente como seu esposo, pois eu prometo que eu vou te amar, te respeitar, na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença, até que a morte nos separe. - a essa altura meu choro controlado já havia se descontrolado por completo. Meu coração parecia sair pela boca. A emoção me trazia um milhão de sentimentos bons, levando-me a abraçar fortemente o meu amor depois de semanas longe.
- Isso não se faz com uma grávida. - ele riu enquanto limpava minhas lágrimas com os dedões.
- E então? Você aceita se casar comigo de novo?
- Aceito, meu amor! Um milhão de vezes, eu aceito!
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itsprashimusic · 2 years
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After so long (famous!male singer x gn!reader)
A/N - just something i wrote quickly on the app. wanted to update since its been nearly a week. you can imagine any male singer in this but i wrote this with Louis Tomlinson in mind. kinda been wanting to write something for him and/or 1D lately so, gave this a shot. also ik that this gif has women in it, but it really matched what this blurb is gonna feel like sooooo anyhoo, happy reading! <3
- prashi
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You lay on the fluffy carpet, back against the sofa where you were reading one of the new books your boyfriend bought for you. You were so engrossed in it you didn't hear a set of keys jingling in the lock and the door opening.
Only when you felt a presence near you did you realise someone was standing next to you. It was your boyfriend. He was on a nearly year long tour. You could only think of him the entire day and was able to distract yourself with great difficulty, by reading a mystery book.
Upon seeing him you threw your book aside, jumping up to hug him. You felt tears in your eyes and let them fall. Sure you'd text each other, video call etc but there is something different about the person being there physically.
Its not something that easily explainable, but if I have to, its like missing a part of you. You don't know how much you crave that person in your life until they are no longer there. And when they are with you, only then do you realise how much their absence affected you.
The empty home, the piano getting dusty, the broken guitar string you have no idea how to change (p.s. you broke it), the silence, all of that is about to fade away with just the coming home of your partner.
Putting his head on top of yours, he kisses your head. Holds you close, rubs your cold arms to warm them up. "I missed you so much, darling," he said while still holding you.
"I missed you too love, so much."
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hi love! i love your writing!!! could you do an imagine where y/n is louis’ daughter, and all the boys are her uncles but she’s especially close to niall- and the boys & her dad find out she used to self-harm/still struggles with it?
if this is out of your comfort zone i’m so sorry!!!
Hey I'm so sorry if you have been waiting a while and of course I can x If anyone does struggle with self harm please reach out to someone. There are people who care about you.
Pairing: Dad!Louis x Daughter!Reader x Uncles!Niall,Harry,Liam,Zayn
Warnings: Self-harm,mention of a panic attack, swearing, lots of fluff at the end. my horrible writing skills.
y/n/n= Your nickname
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"Y/n, I'm just going to the shop with Liam. Be good." Dad shouts up the stairs. I'm kinda offended that he thinks I won't be good, but whatever. Quickly, I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. Throwing on a long sleeved shirt to cover my wrists that are covered with current cuts and past scars. Don't get me wrong I love my Dad and my uncles, but it's the hate that I get, it's too much. There are things I have read that I would never wish upon anyone else. So why do I get it so often? Am I not good enough? My train of thought gets interrupted with a knock at my door, " Y/n/n you ok?" Uncle Niall asks.
"Uhhh yeah." Dammit.
"You sure kid?" Uncle Niall presses on.
"Yeah, I'll be downstairs in a minute." I hear him sigh and walk away, back downstairs most likely. I finish getting ready and head downstairs. Uncle Harry is cooking as usual and Uncle Zayn is sat at the table on his phone, Uncle Niall is in the living room. So, I decide to scare him. Running in quietly and grabbing onto his shoulders with a loud "Raw". He jumps out of his skin as I erupt into a fit of giggles.
"Breakfast is ready!" Uncle Harry calls from the kitchen and like usual me and Uncle Niall race to the dinning room table. " I win" I smile victoriously with a hand on the table. Uncle Niall playfully rolls his eyes as he takes a seat. Uncle Niall is my favourite, he is so much more fun and we have epic laughs together. I sit down next to him and grab a piece of bacon off his plate, "Thanks Uncle Ni." He simply shakes his head displeased at the fact I stole his food. "Arent you abit hot in your long sleeves? It's blistering in here." Uncle Zayn asks changing subject. I shrug "It's fine" I say hoping he won't make me go upstairs and change my shirt. "Go up stairs and change it, can't have you dieing of heat stroke on our watch Louis would kill us." Uncle Zayn had a point but I'm not changing. No way. I simply shake my head and stay sat down " Go on. Then we can go outside and play with the water guns." Uncle Niall says. I look down a defeated sigh escaping my lips. I don't have enough bracelets to keep my arms covered. Shit.
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My mind starts reeling with all the ways I can hide my arms. "Y/n." Uncle Harry says in a warning tone, telling me I have to go or I'll be in trouble. As I head to get up, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over me. Dammit. I sit back down and wait a few minutes. "Ya sure you're alright?" Uncle Nialls Irish accent breaks the silence, "Ye.. yeah, I just got dizzy as I stood up." Uncle Niall is quick to get up and gently take my wrist in his hand. I flinch back in pain and suck in a breath. He goes to roll my sleeve up, but I pull my arm away before he can touch it. Shit they are gonna be onto me. "What's up with your wrist?" Uncle Zayn asks. I look like a deer in headlights as the question sinks in. That's when I make the split-second decision to sprint upstairs to Dad's bathroom. I make it their with no issue, but the others are hot on my heels. I just about manage to lock the door before they can barge in. As I back away from the door, I start breathing rapidly as a panic attack sets in. The door handle keeps jiggling as they keep trying to open it. That's when I hear the door behind me open. I completely forgot about that door, the door that leads into Dad's room. A familiar pair of arms wrap around me as I unintentionally scream slightly at the sudden contact. "It's me y/n/n." Irish accent. Uncle Niall. I swiftly turn around and cry into his chest once I realise. "I'm sorry," I babble out as I try to control my breathing and continue sobbing in his arms. Uncle Ni just holds me silently, his hand cradling my head, holding it to his chest, his other on the middle of my back. "Shhh," he says every once in a while. My legs soon give way, and Uncle Niall is the only thing holding me up. He seemed to decide that it would be safer if we were both on the floor, so he slowly sits on the floor with me in his arms. Uncle Zayn and Uncle Harry soon walk in from the same door Uncle Ni did. I don't pay much attention to the words they say to each other, just basking in the comfort Uncle Ni is offering. One of the two walks out and starts talking to someone on the phone. roughly twenty minutes after the phone call, my breathing soon evens out, and I feel a sudden urge of tiredness wash over me, "Uncle Ni?"
"Yeah y/n/n?"
"I'm tired." I mumble out with little sniffles. "Oh, Darling." I hear from behind Uncle Ni. I lift my head up to see Dad looking at me with a sympathetic look. He kneels down and pulls me from Uncle Ni and into his chest. Instantly, I'm hit with the smell of cigarettes and his cologne. The others all joined in the hug soon after. "Let's have a look at those wrists, yeah, love?" Dad gently says. I whine in response, but there is no use in fighting them, plus I don't have the energy anymore. Uncle Zayn and Uncle Harry start to roll my sleeves up as Uncle Ni softly rubs my back. As soon as my sleeves are at elbow length, they all stop and stare. I notice their eyes water as they look at my wrists. "Why?" Uncle Zayn asks, his voice breaking slightly. "T...t..the H...ate." I stutter out. They all remain silent, but anger flashes across Uncle Harry's eyes. No, not anger. Rage. He looked furious. Only for a split second, though. He seemed to be deeply affected by them two words. They all did. Uncle Liam came upstairs with antiseptic cream in hand. No. "Hold still love. This is gonna hurt a lot." Uncle Harry warns. Turns out the antiseptic hurts so much worse than when you inflict the wound. Ten long minutes pass before they finally let go of my arms, and each one takes me into a hug. "Talk to us, baby girl. Please." Dad begs slightly while he holds me in his arms, "My beautiful little girl." He whispers in my ear before he stands up, picking me up bridal style, which makes me giggle slightly. "We should all just build a pillow fort with chocolate milkshakes and a disney movie?" He suggests I agree faster than light wriggling out of Dad's grasp running to Uncle Ni wrapping my arms around him, who wraps his arms around me, returning the hug. The rest just laugh and aw. Dad just crosses his arms and mouths 'traitor' to me. I stick my tongue out, and he playfully raises his eyebrows. We all headed downstairs and have a good time.
Everyone but me and Uncle Niall had fallen asleep. "You're gonna look really cool with those scars I know it." I just look at him with a look of confusion and insecurity.He seems to take the hint at the fact that I hate the scars left behind. "Tell ya what when you are eighteen. I will buy you a tattoo to cover them up if ya want?" He offers. I nod and reply with,"I'll hold ya to it." While trying and failing, to mock his accent playfully, he just laughs slightly and kisses my cheek. "Good night, Uncle Ni"
"Good night, miracle girl." I then fall asleep snuggled up to Uncle Nialls chest and a huge smile on my face. Just because I felt alone doesn't mean I was. I was just looking in the wrong direction.
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