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strawnarrries · 1 year

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Dirty Book

Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.

Requested: Nope but my box is always open!

POV: 2nd

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex

The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.

After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.

Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.

You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.

He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.

"Quit droolin'," he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.

You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.

He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"

"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.

"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."

"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Oh really?"

"Mm mm," you shook your head.

"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"

"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.

He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."

You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.

"You fuckin' liar," he teased.

You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.

You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.

Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.

No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.

Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.

"Ya like dat?"

"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.

He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.

Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.

"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.

He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.

Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.

He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.

"God, you're so hot," he hummed.

You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips

"I love ya too," he hummed back.

After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."

He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.

"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.

He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.

Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.

"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.

"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.

You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.

You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.

He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.

Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.

Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.

Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.

"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.

After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.

"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."

You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.

"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."

"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.

As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.

"You ready?" you asked excitedly.

"Mhm," he nodded.

You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.

You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.

"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.

"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.

You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.

The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.

You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.

Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"

"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.

You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.

His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."

"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.

Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.

Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.

"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.

You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."

Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.

"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.

"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.

His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."

And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.

Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"

"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.

He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.

"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."

"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.

"Sure," he replied quickly.

"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!

"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."

"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."

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niallsgoldhoop · 28 days

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sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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This Is The Voice

a/n: everyone needs some more Niall

summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that

“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”

“Shes a legend in the industry.”

“She is an EGOT”

“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”

BLAKE

“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”

“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.

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KELLY

“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”

I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.

“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.

“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.

And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.

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CHANCE

There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white.

Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.

“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.

Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from.

After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’.

I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.

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NIALL

It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through.

“Riley Tate-”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.

“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it.

I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence

Thats your wife Niall

Say it again

“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.

Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.

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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”

Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”

“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.

“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”

You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).

“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.

I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”

“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.

I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”

“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”

“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”

Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin.

You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in. “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.

“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.

“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”

“I like that bub. I like that a lot.”

You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.”

You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song.

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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”

“Oh lets hear it.”

Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”

You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”

“I love you too Ni.”

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 10 months

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I have a request, if you would write about it! If it's too sad then it's totally okay! My request is something like Y/N comes home after a super stressful day at work, she's a waitress/public servant, she's been shouted at by customers, had food thrown at her, just been the worst day possible, she comes home and throws her bag and keys/phone at the wall and just collapses on the floor into tears and starts to have a panic attack, she doesn't know Niall's home yet and he comes round the corner after hearing the noise and just comforts her and manages to get her through her panic attack and it turns into a snuggle fest😭 you're doing god's work for us Niall girlies, thank you for writing about him❤️ again if this is too uncomfortable I totally understand!

KISSES FOR YOU ANON. Thank you for requesting him🥹 This is definitely fine for me to write! I have quite a bit of a background with these kinds of things. I worked fast food for two years and I still work in customer service. It is soooooo not a cake walk. I hope this is close to what you asked for! I kind of wrote this based off of one of my worst nights at my restaurant.

Meltdown

Niall Horan x reader

Summary- Y/N has a panic attack after a horrible night at work and Niall helps her through it.

Songs used- Meltdown by Niall Horan

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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”

I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.

Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.

I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.

I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.

“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”

I bow my head and apologize multiple times.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”

The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.

“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”

Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.

I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.

“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”

Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.

“Mr. Adams-.”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.

I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.

I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.

I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”

I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.

I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?

Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.

When it all melts down I'll be there

Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom

Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to

Ooh, Ooh

Screamin' in your car in the driveway

Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways

Ooh,Ooh

One broken glass turns to total collapse

Just know this too shall pass

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.

“Niall?”

He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.

“I smell like vomit…”

He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.

“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”

I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”

He smiles and nods.

“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”

He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.

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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭

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loversipod · 11 months

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Coming out

Summary: you went out with your friends and a question came up that made you uncomfortable. The next day you come out to your lovely boyfriend Niall.

Pairing: boyfriend!niall x gn!reader

Wordcount: 1,3k

Trigger warnings: none

A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing, again. Here is something for pride month :) happy pride month

Tonight she wanted to go to a club. It was obvious that you said yes to it. You can’t say no to her. Fay knows you hate clubs but when you haven’t seen her in a while you always say yes to her.

After five shots and more than one glass of a cocktail, she was drunk. Theo already brought the third-round shots. Some of your other friends came with you. You all sat in a booth together enjoying yourselves.

She gulped her drink down and started to talk a bit louder even tho they all sat in a quieter corner, “y/n what’s your type? I’m gonna set you up with someone.” She spits out with a giggle.

Your eyes went wide, “my-my type?” You asked to make sure you heard everything right. No one in your friend's group knows about your sexuality. Sure you trust them but you aren’t comfortable sharing it with them.

“I am sure I have some guy friends that are your type,” Theo said, you looked down on your fingers. Fay started to show you pictures of some guys you never saw before. It goes on like this for too long. All your friends showed you some pictures. They don’t know you already have the best boyfriend sitting at home waiting for you.

Theo placed another round of shots on the table. “I need to get home, it's late,” you said and hugged everybody.

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When you opened the door you saw your boyfriend asleep on the sofa with his favourite show playing in the background. Luckily you weren’t that drunk and your ride home is only 20 minutes. “Love, wake up,” you whisper softly, kissing the shell of his ear.

It took him a while to open his eyes properly, his hair was messy and he had puffy eyes due to his sleep. He sits up and the first thing Niall does is give you a glass of water he saved for you. He saw the tears in your eyes well. “Oh my love, wasn’t your night out great?” You shake your head. When he saw a silent tear running down your cheek he pulled you in his warm arms. “Wanna talk?” He asked you so sweetly.

His hugs bring you comfort.

He’s so caring, even when you don’t share why you feel like this he comes up with something that makes you feel better.

“I wanna sleep,” you said, gulping down some more water. He doesn’t want you to have a hangover tomorrow. His blue eyes follow every step of your beautiful body. When he snuggled up to you, he heard our sniffing. He rubbed small circles with his thumb on your hot skin.

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He noticed that you had something on your mind.

“My love, getting it out always helps. I’m the last one who’ll judge.”

“Just last night was great and then they asked me a question,” you knew getting it out would make you feel a lot better.

Niall was your friend, your first guy friend and you didn’t expect to fall for him. You met him a few years ago. He asked you to hang out sometime and over time you felt for him. He has liked you since day one. He was confused about what was going on. He can’t be in love when you just meet.

It never came up, you never shared your sexuality with someone. You did once and your parents said it’s just a phase. But it wasn’t. It took you so long to figure yourself out. Your friends weren’t a good help. They set you up with guys you didn’t like. Their personality was awful. They didn’t treat you right. You went out with one of them a little longer but ended it after three months. It was the worst situation you had.

But Niall was different. He looked out for you at bars and clubs. He made you feel comfortable around him. No guy made you feel this good about yourself. He was around all these times seeing you so unhappy.

He knew about your secret, he knew you never were in love. He knew you never dated anyone. You never kissed anybody. It doesn't feel right when you have no feelings for the person. Niall made you feel comfortable. You opened up to him about some things but you don’t know how he’ll react to something bigger than just about your issue.

You thought for a long time if it was right to tell him. Last night made you realize that he won’t react disgusted or confused. You feel finally ready to tell him. He made you feel so comfortable. You are tugged to his chest. “I—” you started but stopped. You were nervous to come out. You only did once, what if he won’t accept it?

“Talk to me, what's going on in your pretty head?” He kissed your hair.

You pulled away and held his hand tighter than usual it was the nerves. His thumb moved over your knuckles. You even bring him breakfast to bed if something goes wrong. “Last night my friends asked me what my type is,” you started to get nervous and your voice was quiet.

“I am your type, right?” He asked.

You took a deep breath, “no,” you shook your head. “They started to show me pictures of guys. They wanted to set me up and asked me if this is my type.” He could say something was off with you, he noticed it this morning when you made him breakfast. Usually, you don’t allow him to eat in bed. His brows furrowed. “I’m pansexual,” you spit out.

“I’m so so proud of you, petal.” It felt good to hear someone who’ll accept you for who you are. “You know how much I love you and this won’t change anything,” he kissed your cheeks. “I’ll always love you with all my heart.” You started to cry in his chest. “I didn’t upset you?” He whispers in your ear. Kissing your face afterwards.

“No, you accept me.” You wipe your tears.

“Why shouldn’t I? I accept all your boundaries.” You set some boundaries but only because you never did it. You were scared because you never kissed your boyfriend for a year and a half. You never had your first kiss. You haven’t done a lot of things. Mostly because you weren’t ready or it didn’t feel right which is a different person. “May I kiss you?” He asked kindly, with the hope you finally said yes and you did. He pressed his warm lips against yours. It was new but exciting. He smiled in the kiss guiding you through it. “Breath through your nose,” he whispers in the kiss. “There,” he pulled away. Seeing you out of breath makes him smirk.

“I love you too,” you snuggled more in his warm body.

“May I ask something else?” You nod, “you don’t look if you find a person attractive or?”

The kiss has made you fuzzy, “I only look for some things like your hair, and eyes and you have a good way to dress. You looked clean. I like the way you smell.” She pressed her nose into his chest.

“But you feel for my personality?” You nod your head.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, you don’t have plans for the day. You continue to kiss Niall’s lips which ended in a makeout session. His hands wander down your bum, he gave it a squeeze that made you giggle. “I’m so proud of you for coming out to me.” He kissed you once again and held you close to him.

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stellatekintsugi · 9 months

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Niall Horan & Lewis Capaldi

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virgobabe91 · 11 months

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Mountainside

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I have a killer headache and no idea how I got out here naked in the middle of the woods.

My feet are burning cold, they’re covered in what possibly looks like blood with leaves and dirt caked onto them.

My hair was once in a clean braid, I remember that much at least. I was getting ready for bed, fresh out of the shower and too lazy to really style my hair so I dried it enough to throw in a quick braid before bed.

Did I run to the woods naked? I’m pretty sure I had my pjs on when I was braiding my hair.

My body aches and I don’t feel strong enough to even stand as I push myself to my feet. Unsure which way to go I just about start walking before I notice a man walking towards me.

“Hello?” I call out “can you help me I don’t know where I am? I live in Strathmore, can you show me where to go?” I attempt to cover myself with my arms and cross my legs at the knees to cover my lower half.

“Here. Not sure if they’ll fit but Madge will have my head if I take you to her naked.”

“What?!” I ask as I bend to grab at the clothing tossed at my feet. “Who’s Madge? I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you?”

I move to walk behind a thick tree to my left as I try to get dressed as quick as possible. A black long sleeve men’s shirt, no bra, and dark grey sweatpants, but no underwear is all he gave me.

“No socks?” I ask unamused.

“Be grateful I gave you anything. Now follow me, I’ve been waiting for a while now for you to wake up”

He turns and starts walking briskly and I’m stood there wondering if I follow him or not. I mean I guess I have no choice, I’d probably die in these woods if I try to make my way home. Even standing here I’m sure something will come along and chomp on me before then, I start walking, hoping I don’t lose him as he doesn’t seem to slow down.

After what feels like a good twenty minute walk the man stops before a small cave entrance carved into what looks like the beginning of a mountain. He waves his hand over some ruins above the cave and then walks inside. Again I don’t know where I am, so I follow him inside the cave.

There’s soft gravel that lines the walkway and inside the cave, small torches seem to line the inside down a tunnel.

We soon come to an end and I’m met with a beautiful sight. A crater shaped dip is hidden away by surrounding mountains and a village is slightly below us as he begins to lead me towards it. Tiny homes and large canvas tents are lit up, almost in a circle shape. the night sky is dark yet bright and every star in the sky seems to be out as a full moon lights our path towards a larger house, beautiful dark stained log house with a large circular window overlooking a porch is in view as the strange man points to the house “go there and knock on the door” he then turns and walks away.

“Wait, where are you going? Whose house is this?” I whisper before the large oak door clicks open.

“Hello, I’ve been waiting for you, come on in and get warmed up.”

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She is quick to make an excuse for the rude stranger as she welcomes me inside, pats me on the shoulder, then sits me down at a circular turquoise stained wooden kitchen table.

“Please excuse Harry, he’s a bit of a angry fellow. Has a good reason though I suppose, the love of his life died 4 years ago.”

The woman moves across the kitchen as she gathers a few items in her arms. Homemade sourdough bread, butter, and whatever is warming on the stovetop is scooped into a bowl she serves me. “Do you drink tea my dear?” I nod my head yes.

“Okay, I like to get to the point and rip the bandaid off quick, it’s the easiest way to get through the shock. My names Madge, you can call me aunty though, everyone here does. Eat and we can talk some more while we get to know one another.” After a tiny bit of reluctance I’m quick to reach across the table and graciously accept the food placed in front of me, I have such a deep hunger, feels like what she put on the table isn’t enough to fill me up.

“Why am I here?”

“How about we start with your name so I can better address you?!”

“Sorry, My names Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, you’re here because it’s a safe haven for our kind. I had Harry find you because I sensed you changed and I wanted to bring you here before something bad could happen to you.”

I dip the bread into the soup and take another bite before I stop and realize what she said. “what do you mean our kind?”

Madge purses her lips slightly. “Do you believe in the supernatural? Like witches, warlocks, vampires, sirens…werewolves?”

“I think it’s all movie magic, nothing like that could ever be real.” I chuckle as I scrap the bowl clean. Madge is quick to grab my bowl and refill it before she continues.

“Well my dear, it’s all real. Every last bit of it. This village you’re in is a hideaway for all magical folk. Mostly werewolves occupy here. Although we have the occasional witch or vampire residing in one of the cottages.”

I take a look around her cabin and notice the many Paranormal trinkets lining the walls and placed on top of cabinets, shelves, and tables.

“How do I know you’re not messing with me?”

Madge smiles and lifts her finger to point towards the tea kettle as it begins to steam on the cast iron stove top. The kettle whistles that it’s done and I watch as she drags her finger to move the kettle to the counter where she pours us both some hot water into our mugs she filled with tea leaves earlier.

I watch her smirk as she then twirls her finger and the honey and tea spoons are flown over from the shelf above the sink and they dance their way towards the middle of the table between us. Two hot mugs soon join as they settle gracefully unto the tea plates next to either of us.

“How did you do that?” I ask in awe.

“Well I’m a witch my dear, I take care of everyone here with my enchantments. Without me, our little area would be found by the humans. The ruins you passed on your way in here keep us out of sight from non magical folks, to anyone else we’re just a regular short cave system for them to graffiti and explore.

“What’s my place in all of this? I mean, I don’t understand why I was able to pass through the ruins?” I cup my tea with both hands as away to hide my shaking hands.

Madge stands up and pulls a large viridian coloured book from the top of her book shelf.

“This will explain better than I can. For now all I can tell you is that you shifted and I felt it. That’s why I sent Harry to find you.”

“Shifted?” I whisper as I start to thumb through the pages of the heavy book, This thing has to be at least 800 pages.

“Yes. I can sense when someone turns, I’ve been here just over 200 years now. I take care of the folks in this area. As the eldest of my coven I’m in charge of all the werewolves and supernatural that come in and out around this area. Well not the rogue ones. They’re not welcome here.”

“So I’m a supernatural being is what you’re telling me?”

“A werewolf to be exact!” She smiles.

“A werewolf? As in I howl at the moon and eat people?” I huff out. There’s no way I could eat a person I barely eat red meat as it is, Although I won’t say no to a medium rare steak.

“We won’t know what you present as for a while, sometimes it takes a few weeks, and for others around a year, but for now you’re safe here, you can have a room to yourself upstairs although I don’t like having alphas stay here, I don’t need their aggression messing up my home.”

I flip through the book and read small blurbs as Madge cleans the bowl and mug in the sink then dish rack.

“I’ll boil some water for a bath. You’ll sleep better when you’re clean and I’ll lay out some clothing for you that will be more comfortable than those rags, Harry knows better than to give guests such dirty mangy items.”

Madge leads me upstairs and points to her left “bathroom” then then right beside it “guest room, or your room” she flips the switch and the room lights up a pretty coral pink, very 90’s inspired decor with seashells and dried flowers decorating the walls.

She runs the copper claw foot tub, “there’s no hot water here, we boil our water the pipes will warm up in the spring and summer but autumn and winter we’re on our own”

She hands me a towel “I’ll set your night gown and clothes on your bed, take your time and I’ll wake you in the morning.”

“I tried waking her all morning, but I know she’ll be tired for a while still. Her first shift and learning everything will take a toll on her the first couple days. Could you pass me the garlic powder?”

Henry helps Madge with cooking the Sunday supper whenever he’s free and she’s always grateful for the help. Some Sundays she’s cooking for over 80 people so having a strong fella is definitely appreciated.

“I could try if you’d like? I’d like to meet her”

Henry offers as he lifts the bags full of potatoes from the wheelbarrow to the large wooden table.

“I’m sorry but no, I want her to feel safe here and having a strange man wake her up may not help. Just be patient she’ll be down sooner or later.”

Supper time starts at 7 pm when Madge is hosting. But of course Y/N doesn’t know that so when she tiptoes down the stairs she’s met with almost everyone, sat in their own spots throughout the house, in the community staring at her. Thankfully she’s no longer in the night gown Madge set out for her last night.

“Come Y/N, it’s a perfect time to meet everyone.” Madge stands and puts her hands on both of Y/N’s shoulders as she guides her to an empty seat at one of the tables in the dining room.

“Here you are, everyone! I’d you to welcome Y/N into our home. She shifted for the first time last night and is still taking this all in so please be patient with her and help her with any questions she may have.” Madge announces as she pushes my chair in. “Here Y/N on your right this is Niall, and your left is Henry.” I smile nervously to both of them before I noticed a familiar face. Harry is sat on the opposite side of the long table to the left of me. He gives me a once over then continues to stuff his face. Madge continues point and introduce me to other people around the table and other tables or chairs put in odd places throughout her house. almost everyone is kind in their greetings, some of them run up to me and pull me into a hug with a promise to be right there if they need me. Which I guess is nice in a way and I appreciate how they’re so accepting of me but I still really just want to go home.

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Madge sends me for a walk outside after dinner. I offered to help with cleaning up after everyone was finished but she gave me some sneakers to wear and shooed me outside.

I probably did a couple laps around her house before I ran into Niall who was just leaving Madge’s place.

“Not sure where to go? scared you’ll get lost?” He questions with a joking manner.

He seems to be friendly so I nod and walk closer him. “Not so much scared to get lost just not sure where I’m allowed to go? Can I walk anywhere here?”

“I can show you around. What’s your name again?” I smile and offer a handshake before I reply. “Y/N”

“Alright Y/N I’m Niall it’s a pleasure to meet you! How long have you had the gift?” He shakes my hand.

The gift? Is that what they call it? My body is so sore I want to dip myself into a ice cold lake and never come up and they call it a gift? “I don’t really know, I changed the first time last night I guess…”

“Oh well a newbie, we haven’t had one of those in a while, actually I think I was the last ‘newbie’ to join here must be 10 years ago I think” Niall smiles as he begins walking. He talks more about himself as he leads us west of Madge’s property, I’m careful to watch my surroundings so I don’t get lost and I can find my way back if needed. Niall explains how when he turned he was bitten by an female alpha outside the movie theatre, thought his date was kinky for biting so hard but then woke up naked in the woods like I had.

“Been here ever since. Don’t think Ill ever live anywhere else though it’s such a beautiful area.

I hum along as he leads me to his cabin. A perfectly square log cabin with a creek running beside it he says it leads to the lake on the far east end. “We use it to flood the farms for a faster irrigation and such” he explains as he pulls out two reclining lounge chairs and sets them for us to sit. “Want anything to drink? I think I have some Italian soda, tea, or water?” “Oh a tea sounds nice thank you”.

After Niall served us tea, we sat in the lounge chairs and I looked up at the night sky thinking of any questions I couldn’t ask Madge.

“So when can I go home?” I question.

Niall purses his lips and sighs “I’m not sure really, I think it depends on your condition”. “my condition?” I sat forward puzzled. Niall smiles “I mean, you only just changed. When I first transformed, Madge had me stay a couple months until I figured out my cycle.”

I sit back in my seat and look back up to the night sky “I can’t be gone for that long I have a cat that needs me and if I’m gone for too long he pees on my bed out of spite! And my job? I can’t lose my job my apartment is too much since my roomie moved out.” Do these guys even go online? Should I mention my online job?

“Whoa whoa Y/N don’t think about it too much, I’m sure Madge can send some of us to get your stuff. As for your job I’m sorry but I doubt you’ll be able to keep it especially until you figure out your cycle. I get that you’re worried, I worked construction and had to quit but I’m much more happier being the groundskeeper here it doesn’t pay nearly as much but I’m happy. We’ll find you a job here as well something that suits you”

We sit and chat some more about Niall and his life here and what he was like before he changed.

“”Hey Ni what are you doing tom- oh. You’re here” Harry walks up to us.

“I’m just leaving actually” I pronounce as I get up and fold my lounge chair and place it back beside the house like Niall had it. “Hey Y/N you don’t need to leave just yet, this was nice we can continue” Niall grabs onto my shoulder.

“No I should go, plus Harry here doesn’t seem to be a fan of me”

Harry turns away from us as Niall offers a hug and to walk me home but I decline and walk back towards Madge’s house.

“What’s your problem with her? She’s brand new here there’s no way you two got off to a bad start” Niall questions as he grabs the mugs and walks into his cabin. Harry follows behind “she feels like she’s trouble. Anyways, Madge wants us to go into the city and grab a couple things, some groceries and plumbing tools she lent out her tools again and no one’s returned them so she’s just going to buy new ones.” Niall turns to Harry and claps him on the shoulder. “Hey that’s perfect! Y/N needs some things picked up from her place I can get those for her then too, are we going to Strathmore?”

Harry puffs out his chest, “why do you want to help her? You like her or something?”

Niall chuckles “yeah I think I do, she seems like a nice girl. Worth trying anyways eh? How often do we get a single female werewolf in these parts?” Harry rolls his eyes and heads out the front door “I’m not interested. But I heard Henry is, so be ready for a fight if it comes to it. She’ll probably end up being another beta anyways omegas are rare so don’t get your hopes up to high, or go thinking you guys have an actual future together.”

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So I ended up changing lot of original beginning storyline I had planned out, but I have a better idea of where to go from here.

Also I wrote this on my phone in my notes app. Turns out I hate using a laptop lol so I sold it.

Chapter 2 will contain some smut, still unsure which male it’ll be though.

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cc-horan28 · 4 months

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ANNOUNCEMENT

OKIE SOOOO!

I'll release chapter 1 and 2 of my Niall x OC fic Let Fall on Christmas Eve, because... Well why not

EDIT: I ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT WAIT (READ: SAY NO TO BELLS) SO ITS OUT ON AO3 WATTPAD AND HEREEE! (see my intro post for masterlist)

It'll be on Tumblr, ao3 and Wattpad! (Same @ but I'll link them for every chapter so dwww)

And here's the lil moodboards for them

It's a reverse grumpy x sunshine fic!

Can't wait to finally get it out after MONTHS of procastinating! Ilyyy all!

Please reblog if you can mwah!

so yeah to clarify there's about 3 hours left for me for it to be 24th so IN THREE HOURS YALL!!!!

Also HUGE THANK YOU to @niallermybabe my darling baby sis who kept me so ultra motivated and made these moodboards 🥹 ilysm bells. This one is for you!

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edgeofmyniall · 10 months

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The Funeral: Part Two

Niall’s heart was hammering inside his chest, begging to get out. His mouth was dry and he had tunnel vision, directed only at the one other person who knew about the divorce…Poppy. A million thoughts raced his mind, tearing at the sight of his ex-wife who was merely looking at the bottom of her whiskey. She hated dark liquor, merely taking a sip at the end of the toast. Her vision didn’t falter from the glasses. As if she had just been caught in the scheme.

It took all of his strength to excuse himself from Alex and cross the room like nothing ever happened. Like his secret hadn’t shown its face. She had broken the contract. He didn't know what the consequences would be if the contract was breached. He had merely known that Poppy would follow it- follow the rules like she had always done. He grabbed Poppy’s arm and pulled her toward the nearest bathroom that sat just under the stairs. The murmurs of his friends roared loudly in his ears.

It was a small bathroom with little room for anyone taller than Niall and with the two of them sharing such tiny space, the room was more than stifling. Poppy could tell anger was taking over Niall, his face was becoming red and his breathing ragged. Her brow furrowed as she looked up to him in a concerned look.

“Did you tell Alex?” Niall wagged his finger in Poppy’s face, a thin line across his mouth as if he was punishing her something she didn’t do. She merely pushed his finger out of her face before speaking.

“No!” Poppy’s voice rose on the defensive. “Why would I when you want to-“ Niall cut off Poppy by putting his hand over her mouth.

“Don’t raise your voice. It must have been Justin.” Niall released Poppy’s lips from his grasp and began to wipe off the residence of lipstick from his palm. Niall runs his fingers through his hair, his fingertips staying at the nape of his neck. He was mentally going through all of the people who knew about the break up. Justin had found out before the contract had been thought of. Justin came into Niall's office, throwing papers and books- a reaction that Niall thought Poppy should have had.

Two Years Ago

“What are you doing?!” Niall exclaimed as Justin threw a book at his friend. Niall barely ducked out of the way before the book came flying across towards his face. Niallwent to stand up, but Justin only threw whatever he could get his hands on. His body, tired and hurting, was full of rage.

“Are you mental?” Justin asked as he shoved papers off Niall’s desk. “What are you doing?” Justin’s hands balled into a fist, and before he could think better otherwise, his hand connected with Niall’s face.

“What the fuck?” Niall jumped out of his chair. Shelby, Niall’s assistant, was on the phone, whispering into the receiver. He knew that she was calling security. They both locked eyes through the glass window before he quickly shook his head.

“Her?” Justin pointed an accusing finger at the brunette with the red lips. Not breaking his stare, Justin only let out a small laugh. “That’s who you’re sleeping with?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Justin. What is wrong with you?” Niall asked, forcing a confused look on his face. A small smirk formed on his face.

“Drop the act, asshole. I know you’re cheating on Pop with her. She told me.” Justin let his arm fall before taking another step closer to his best friend. Justin goes to open his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but only closes it, shaking his head. It was a hopeless situation. “She deserves better than this. Than you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Niall shouts at his friend, anger billowing in his body. “You weren’t there.”

“I know enough,” Justin turns around. He was about to leave when Niall spoke. “Do you know where I just came from? Your house. Or what’s left of it. And you know what I found when I got there? Poppy, broken in the corner. She told me everything.”

“You can’t tell anyone. It’s bad for everyone involved.”

“You're not the least bit sorry, are you?” Justin asked. There was a hint of accusing his best friend for falling short of his marriage.

“Of course I am,” Niall stated, puffing his chest up. “I feel terrible about it all, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Did you even try?”

“We went to therapy,” Niall confessed. He shook his head at the mere thought of sitting on the brown leather couch ever again.

“Did you try?” Justin asked again. Silence fell between them as Justin only sighed. “Guess that’s that then. You’re letting go of the best woman for someone who-” He looks over to Shelby, shaking his head. Justin turns to leave. Opening the door, he turns his head over his shoulder.

“I’ve already told Pop, but I’ve got cancer. It’s terminal. Call me when you’ve got your shit straightened out.” Justin left the office and left Niall standing in a state of shock.

“What are you talking about? No one besides Justin knew,” Poppy asked before her eyes went wide from a sudden realization. “Alex did mention to me that Justin did tell her a secret. But that was a long time ago. I just thought it was that he planned on marrying her…not, you know, about us.”

“Jesus Christ Penelope. And now, I’m about to make a speech at his funeral in front of all our friends. How the hell do you expect me to look Alex in the eyes?” Niall whispers, but his soft voice is harsh and more yelling than whispering. He searches his ex-wife’s face for anything… any sign or clue as to what they were supposed to do now. He was out of ideas and he was tired of leading.

“He said he would take it to the grave, Niall. I dunno,” Penelope feels the tears brimming over as Niall blames her once again for their troubles. She wanted to tell him that he could look at Alex the same way he looked at her after he told her that he was seeing another woman, but before she could open her mouth, Niall spoke again.

“Not to be funny, but he had one foot in the grave before he blabbed everything to Alex,” Niall shifts his feet before grasping Poppy’s by her elbows on each side. He was trying to breathe but the world was sitting on his chest and it was getting heavier with each try.

“Niall?” Poppy cupped her ex-husband’s face, searching for any sign of the man she once loved. His eyes were scattered about her, watching the room slowly swirl around them, but the softness of Poppy’s soothing voice and her gentle touch kept him alert as he felt his head spin. “It’s going to be alright.”

“I just-“ Niall’s eyes were swimming in tears as his voice cracked. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” It was a confession that Poppy never thought she would hear from him. Her own heart was far too broken, too damaged, for his concern now.

“Too late for that,” Poppy feels her chest cave in as she responds- a deepening breath sucking the air out of the small bathroom. She grasps Niall’s hands and holds them up to her own as the tears fall down Niall’s face. She wanted to tell him that she forgave him, but the words failed her. Everything she wanted to say, every word disappeared before her as Niall cupped her face in his hands- his thumb circling her flushed skin. His forehead rests on hers, their noses gently touching as their heavy breathing fills the room. Niall closes his eyes and drinks in Poppy’s scent- the same perfume he gave her as a birthday present.

“Poppy, I…” Niall begins to say. If he could only say the words, “I want you. I still love you.” but the words no matter how hard he tried to force himself to say them came out as a ghost of a whisper. How could she still hold him when he failed her so much? Her arms were clinging to him, praying he wouldn’t let go. All he had to do was place his lips on hers, remembering the way Poppy tasted, and he would be home again.

His bottom lip quivered at the thought of kissing Poppy again, nervous and scared like he was the first time he kissed her.

Seven Years Ago

Poppy was sitting across from Niall in the small corner booth of the local college bar as they awaited their food. They had been seeing each other over the last few weeks after Niall found Poppy crying as she sat on the carpet across from her professor’s office. They had gotten on well and they spent much of their spare time together. Poppy had found herself asking if Niall wanted to tag along while she was running errands and Niall always asked Poppy her opinion on everything. They were honest with each other, only wanting the best out of one another, and that is what kept Poppy by Niall’s side- his ability to tell the truth even when it was painful to do.

Their first date had gone splendid. Niall did everything he was taught by his mother to do. Open up doors for Poppy, compliment her, not just her looks, but by her intelligence and smile. He held eye contact, which was excuracting to do, when all he wanted to was to swim around her brown eyes. Every time she looked at him and held his gaze his stomach turned and twisted into knots. He tried clearing his throat to cover up his voice breaking from nerves, but it was a failed attempt. By the end of the night, Niall had been so nervous, he had forgotten to kiss Poppy goodnight.

One night, at the end of their date after seeing a B rated horror movie, Niall cupped Poppy’s face turning hers towards his and kissed her gently. Her plump lips were sticky from her lip gloss that she had reapplied, but the way her mouth moved against his, with ferocity, set off fireworks inside both of them. It was worth the wait.

“Niall,” Poppy sighed as she sipped on her condensating drink, “I want you to kiss me.” Niall looked at Poppy, her straw rolled over on her lips as her tongue swirled around it like it was playing a game of cat and mouse.

“Well, c’mere,” he wiggled his finger in the air, toying with Poppy to lean across the table. Putting her knees in the leather seat, she leaned over the table and began to kiss Niall with fever, as if she was starving for his touch. Her hands intertwined in his brown hair as she pushed her tongue inside Niall’s mouth, the salty taste devouring them. Her fingers trailed down his neck to the open space of the collar of Niall’s shirt as she began to tug on the button, begging it to come open. She moaned in his mouth as Niall gently pushed her off him.

“We’re in public,” Niall, wide eyed and breathless, said as he watched Poppy bite at her bottom lip. Her brown eyes had gone black by the time the waitress had shown up with their food. “We...uh… actually have an emergency,” Niall swallowed as he tried to not look the waitress in her eyes. He felt his pants grow tighter with each passing minute. “Can we get the check and to-go boxes?” The waitress, unamused and unfazed by the lie, left to find the styrofoam boxes. Niall cleared his throat before looking up at Poppy who was sliding a single french fry in and out of her hollow mouth. “Jesus Christ Penelope….” She laughed as Niall squirmed under the pressure of time. “You can’t do that. Now all I can think about is making you mine.”

“Make me yours then,” she whispered as the waitress handed the two patrons the boxes and check before turning away.

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, pulling Niall and Poppy away from each other. The rapid sound pulled them back into reality where Poppy and Niall were no more. Poppy cleared her throat as Niall briskly opened the door to find Amelia wide eyed at the doorway. “Family’s here. We’re all heading out.”

“Thanks,” Niall called out as he grasped Poppy’s hand, leading her to the front door.

“Got everything?” Poppy nodded her head before closing the front door. The immediate family stood beside a long black limousine as everyone gathered around. A young girl no more than seventeen stood in the middle as she quietly wiped the stolen tears away.

“I want to speak to Sarah,” was all Poppy said to Niall before walking off on the snow covered walkway. Poppy pushed past Justin’s grieving parents to wrap her arms around Sarah, Justin’s youngest and only sister. Sarah, smelling the recognizable scent, pushed her swollen red face into Poppy’s shoulder as she began to cry. Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before strumming her hair.

“Niall, it’s good to see you,” Justin’s father said, breaking the silence, shaking Niall’s hand. “Heard the business is taking a bit of a bump, but it will swing back in no time.”

“This is no time to talk business, Jerome,” the small boned woman said to her husband, “We’re about to bury your son for Christ’s sake.” Sarah leans her head up to see Poppy’s half smile.

“They’ve been fighting like this since he died; I can’t take much more of it,” Poppy began to sway her and her companion as Sarah spoke.

“You can come stay with me for a while. Niall will be away for a month or two so you can get away.” Sarah nodded, a small smile forming on her face. “Good, that big house gets lonely and Arlo would love to see you.” Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before Gerald spoke.

“Thank you all for coming as we lay my- our son to rest. We know that he was very loved by all of you, and you are more like family than you will ever know. Please be careful on the way. The snow is thickening and the roads will be wet. Thank you.” The short but precise speech motioned for everyone to begin to wander to their cars. Poppy gave a quick squeeze to Sarah before letting go. Walking back, Poppy tucked one arm around Niall’s and leaned her head on his shoulder before letting the tears she had been fighting go.

Niall opened the passenger door of Niall’s coupe for Poppy and as she sat down, Niall’s heart broke for two reasons. One: he was about to say goodbye to his best friend for the final time and Two: watching Poppy and Sarah together made him realize that he could never give Poppy the family she wanted.

The car ride was silent as the windshield wipers scraped the fallen snow off the glass. Poppy sat in the passenger seat picking at her nails as she tried to stop crying- her grief much too heavy to carry. Niall reached over, squeezing Poppy’s hand in his before pulling it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the outside of her hand, causing Poppy to cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. Poppy wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but she only nodded her head and pulled out of Niall’s grasp before looking out the window.

Parking his car in the side parking lot of the church, Niall turned to Poppy to ask a simple, yet complicated question. One that opened an array of answers.

“Are you okay?” He stretched his hand to catch a fallen tear that fell from Poppy’s eyes.

“I feel so bad for Sarah. She won’t--” Poppy tried to breathe but it was too hard as the sobs became more apparent. “She doesn’t have a brother anymore. She doesn’t,” Poppy looked at Niall with reddened eyes. “And I don’t have you anymore.” Niall didn’t know what to say to that. She was right… mostly. There would always be some part of Niall that belonged to Poppy, that would be hers, but the man sitting next to her was a stranger in parts. Before Niall could think of anything to say, Poppy opened up the car door and stood in the cold.

Niall climbed out of the car, pulling his jacket on before placing his hand on the crook of Poppy’s back. He found himself in a familiarity again with doing this. It’s not like he led Shelby like this. She was young, and wanted her hand to be held the entire time. Poppy always wanted the constant reassuring touch so that she too could lead when the time was right.

Falling into the ease of things was not something that Niall wanted. He cleared his throat before turning to Penelope. “I don't know why I did what I did, but I want you to know that I’m sorry.” Poppy only blinked away at the falling snow. There were no words for her to say. Niall’s knuckles brushed against her cold skin, before resting on her cheeks, her small gold hops between his thumb and index finger. He had given those earrings to Poppy the night of his first major sale, and when he brought them home to celebrate, her eyes lingered on the gold and not the man.

His apology was something that she desperately wanted, especially in the late night when loneliness crept in and took over her. She didn’t realize what she was doing before it was already done, but her arms wrapped around Niall’s torso and she held him tightly as Niall lowered his head to her shoulder and sobbed.

It was the overcoming rush of grief that took over Niall. His best friend was gone and he lost his wife by his own actions. Now he was left to face the consequences of his actions. He had to bury both his companion and his marriage in one single evening. He knew that Poppy would never forgive him. Even now that the contract needed to be altered.

Niall’s apology wasn’t exactly given at an ideal time, or the lack thereof, and Poppy still wasn’t sure what he was sorry for. For cheating? For ruining their marriage? Or for not fighting for them? Was he sorry for breaking her heart and leaving her to deal with the repercussions of loving someone?

“We are gathered here today, not to grieve but to celebrate the life of Justin Williams. He lived his life like there was no tomorrow and faced death with a grin, excited for the next adventure.” Niall’s hands were sweating as the priest began his speech. His stomach turned at the thought of him being next to speak where he would lay his heart out on the line in front of everyone, but the one person he was most nervous about sat beside him holding his hand like it had been her’s all along. He wished he could take away Poppy’s pain and sorrow. He wished that he could take away all the pain he caused her for being selfish. He wished he had never cheated on her.

He hadn’t planned on apologizing, especially going into what they were now facing, but he had said it. It wasn’t a grand apology that Poppy deserved, but it was an apology nonetheless.

“Here today is one of his friends that would like to speak on Justin’s life. Niall?” Niall cleared his throat before running his opened hand through his hair. As he was getting up, Poppy gently squeezed his hand and a soft smile formed on her face. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her right now. Walking up the aisle, he felt every pair of eyes on him and he prayed that he didn’t show his secrets to life. Standing in front of everyone, his eyes found the pair that should belong to him still. Pulling the crumbled paper out of his inner jacket pocket, Niallbegan to read.

“Justin has always been a staple in my life. He was more than a friend- he was my brother. I have a room in his childhood home that still holds a lot of memories. I had a seat at the Williams’ table, especially when food was scarce in my home. He was there when I dealt with my first bully. He was there when my dad left my mom, when we made enough money to move out of Hell’s Kitchen, and he was there the night that Poppy and I lost our baby. We were on the verge of giving up having children when we found out Poppy was pregnant. Justin was all in during the few short months that the baby was around. He said that he wasn’t going to be a normal uncle. He was going to be the best uncle. And he was.” Niall paused as his voice wavered, his eyes clouding up with tears. He cleared his throat and blinked away the grief before continuing on.

He was there through a lot of sad and dark times, but that means he was also there through the good times as well. When Poppy and I were married, when I became so drunk that I thought the idea of getting a tattoo actually sounded good. No, you can’t see it. Just know it was most definitely a bad idea. Justin was there to help me pick out the engagement ring that Penelope lost in the garbage disposal a week later,” Poppy laughed at the memory of her losing the ring. She hadn’t really, but during the five minutes that she thought she did, she called Justin over to help her retrieve it. “He was there when Amelia was a part of the exchange program in school. Justin had thought at one time Amelia was the prettiest girl in our grade, but quickly realized that she would knock him down a peg or two. After the excruciating show that happened in the lunchroom, she wedged herself into the friend group.”

“But Justin was also there when he wasn’t, and by that I mean, he weasled himself into situations that changed my life. And one of those times, I would like to share with you all so that you can be just as appreciative as I am of my best friend. See, I never would have gone back for my jacket the day I met Penelope if it wasn’t for Justin. I left in a hurry down the elevator that did actually work. There was a sign hanging on them that said it was out of order, but they were in perfect condition.” He looked over at Poppy with a soft smile. Tears began to form in her eyes as she listened. “Justin had texted me to grab the jacket because he needed it for a date. And on this day, it was pouring rain. And sweet little Penelope had been late to turn in her term paper because of the weather.” Poppy knew that Niall was lying. She had told him when they met for drinks afterwards that she had procrastinated until she had completely forgotten it was due. It wasn’t until one of her classmates had texted her to ask her a question about the paper that she remembered and spent half the night writing it, going off sheer hope that the first draft was good enough. “If Justin had never texted me, I would have never met the love of my life that rainy day. She would still be sitting on the floor completely drenched crying, looking, as she says, a hot mess express. And I thank Justin and God every day for that little miracle because without Justin, I would have never been this happy.”

Poppy felt a pain in her chest as Niall spoke his story. Every word that he spoke about her was the truth and yet it was a lie. He had become his own paradox full of half truths and complete lies. He was lying to her, to himself, and to the congregation. She wasn’t the love of his life anymore. He had moved on from her in the most seering of ways, but yet the way he still looked upon her held the half truth that Niall, speaking on his dead best friend, swore to love Poppy for the rest of his life. Until death do us part.

He was happy with someone else and no one knew except the two of them and a body that was being lowered into the ground shortly afterwards. He loves her, not Poppy. The villainous woman who wedged herself between the once married couple. It hit her at once, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal. Niall stood in front of everyone, acting perfectly fine with the lie he just told, and not once did he even flinch at his slander. He truly was okay with them being apart.

“To know Justin was to love him and we all did. However, I am so glad that he is no longer suffering and we no longer have to suffer from his terrible jokes.” As Niall made his way down and into his seat, the once warm feeling from Poppy had turned cold. She moved her hand when he tried to grab hers and she slid down the row when he outstretched his arm to bring her closer. She had already gone through enough heartbreak caused by Niall that she refused to live the lie another second longer.

She turned to her ex-husband and in a breathless whisper she mouthed the words she never thought she would say.

“I hate you.”

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narrycherries · 5 months

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🚨update🚨

hi everyone, this is probably the final “update” post I’ll make this year. Before I get into everything, I want to say that I know some people don’t like sharing details of their personal life (and I won’t do that to a certain extent) but I feel that I have the “obligation” to at least explain and let you guys know what’s up. I know it can be annoying waiting for stories you like to be updated and anticipating new things - so, I’ll catch you up on what’s been going on.

I’ve had one hell of a mental health year. Bipolar II is a disaster for me. I go through these phases of crazy intense motivation and energy (hence why I sometimes flood my page with updates) - and then there’s the lows (where I don’t even want to pick up my phone). It’s been a journey for me, but I’m learning how to manage it.

With that being said, I have sat down and sort of “planned” out the first few months of 2024. I have a list of things I want to do for you guys and things I want to change. The main change I want to inform you guys about is the patreon - I started it way before I was ready. In 2024, I will actually start to properly use it. I will be adjusting the tier prices (lowering them and adding a fourth).

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As with anything in life, there is no 1000% guarantee - but I plan on updating each ongoing mini series at least once a month (the more popular ones probably up to three times) I will put out a couple of blurbs/one shots each month. My original full length stories will remain as patreon exclusives only and I will begin posting those in January. ((— I am considering sharing the list and expected dates for you guys just so you know when stuff is coming))

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Requests will be extremely limited - I have a hard time trying to convince myself that I’ve done the requests the way you guys want, and I always feel like I’m disconnected from the writing bc it wasn’t my idea - does that make sense?? 😅

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Okay, I believe that’s everything I wanted to address. Basically, I just want to apologize for my lack of updating! 2024 will be a better year! I hope you all have a merry Christmas — and if you don’t celebrate, I hope your December is joyful and your new year is great!

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I may or may not post some updates before the new year, I am not sure just yet!

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austinstyles · 10 months

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Friends

Niall Horan fanfic

Info: In this fanfic the reader and Niall are good friends. And share a friendship were people have suspected that they are dating.

Warning: spelling mistakes and let me know if I forget anything.

Y/n pov

Me and Niall have been friends ever since we were kids, and our friendship is still going strong. Even with him being the famous Niall Horan, to me he is till the same guy I have know since we were kids. So we both grew up in Mullingar. And our friendship has just been blossoming more and more since we met.

Even with both of us in a relationship with different people, we are still the best of friends. And my own boyfriend has gotten used to me also hanging out with Niall alone as friends. But we have had the experience we’re people think that me and Niall are dating. Then we start to explain that we are not dating. But I do understand that for some people it can look like it.

And Niall’s girlfriend is totally fine with our friendship. There are sometimes we all go on double dates together. Tonight me and my boyfriend were on a double date with Niall and his girlfriend. On this double dates we just sit and have friendly conversation’s all around.

This friendship was still strong while he was touring and being all over the world, and he still does go on tours and meets so many amazing fans. I have also been to his shows, being in the area and just being so excited to see his joy of preforming.

As the night goes on we soon decided it was time to go home. Well my boyfriend had to go since he had a work thing in the morning. And I also remember I have to finish something for my work tonight. So me and my boyfriend said goodbye to Niall and Amy. (Amy is Niall girlfriend) After saying bye, I walked in the direction of were I parked my car. And my boyfriend Derek had also parked his car close to were my car was parked. I said goodbye to Derek and got in my car. And then started the 20 minute drive.

When I got back to my apartment, my phone vibrate and I looked to see how has text me. The message was from Niall.

Text conversation:

Ni: Hey, I just wanted to know if you got home safe?

Y/n: Yes I did thanks for asking. I am just now inside my apartment.

Ni: Good that you are home safe. How was tonight? I had a great time. It is so nice to able hanging out together and with our partners as well.

Y/n: Yeah I had a great time tonight. And I agree that it is nice to hang out with each other as a group. Have a great rest of your night Niall. We can talk more tomorrow.

Ni: Yea, have a great rest of your night y/n and we can definitely talk more tomorrow.

Text conversation over.

After putting my phone away and charging it for tomorrow, I remember that I had to finish up some stuff for work, I sit down I front of my computer and started to finish my work. You might be wondering what my job is, well my job is as a writer. I specifically write articles for The Post. My dream was always to be a writer so I follow my childhood dream into adulthood. After finishing my work I get ready for bed and set my alarm before falling asleep.

Niall pov

Me and y/n have just known each other since way before I was the famous Niall Horan. I am happy that we still have the friendship we have today. We actually meet in 1th grade and that started the friendship we have shared, and continue to share.

We are both the same age. But out birthdays are not on the same day. I have my birthday in September and y/n has hers in February. So we are a few months apart.

We have always supported each others dream o DC what we wanted to do in life. She supporters me with my music career and I support her writing career.

As you can understand we’re the best of friends. And I don’t think it will end anytime soon.

Actually we don’t live in the same area. I am between London and LA, but y/n she lives in LA. So we see each other when ever we can.

So as you can probably understand, we have a really strong friendship bond. I am thankful for having y/n in my life.

I suddenly heard my phone ring, and look to see y/n calling me.

“ Hey, y/n how are you doing today?” I asked her over the phone.

“I am doing good Niall, how are you doing today?” She asked me over the phone.

“ I am doing good. Do you have any plans later on today?” I asked hoping we could hang out with each other later today. Just the two of us as friends.

“I am available later today, want to meet up and hang out together?” She asked me. And I felt like she was reading my mind.

“Yes let’s meet later today and hang out together. It does sound nice.” I told her.

“Great should we meet at 4pm?” She asked me.

“ Yes 4pm works for me. Should we meet at that cafe we got to some times?” I said, and was wondering if we should meet at the specific cafe we go to when it is open.

“Yes let’s meet their at 4pm. See you later Niall. I have to get back to my writing. Can’t wait to hang out with you. Bye.” She said.

“Okay y/n see you later. And I also have to get back to my song writing. Can’t wait to hang out with you ether. Bye.” I said, and we both hung up the phone.

Y/n pov

Late that day.

I am sitting at a table in the cafe waiting for Niall. It is nice to have moments of just us hanging out together. Then after a few minutes I see Niall walking towards me. I got up and went to give him a hug.

After we hugged we both sat down and ordered what we wanted. Our conversation started and was about how life is going at the moment.

I just enjoy every minute I can spend with this amazing human being. I feel so lucky to have him as a friend.

Sometimes it can be hard to find time, we’re we just hand out. Since I live in London and he is between London and LA. But we always try when he is in London to make time.

Our friendship has a really strong bond. And our bond can’t be broken.

He is one of my best friends. And I can’t imagine my life without him in it as a great friend.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy this fanfic. And hope you enjoy the friendship in this. Sorry if it took some time. Just took some breaks form writing. And also had some other ideas I wanted to write. And I tried my best. And I try to write long fanfics but sometimes just short ones feel easier. I might have longer ones in the future. And just please be patient with my writing. My next fanfic after this I don’t know when I will post it. Just have a eye out for my fanfics. Take care.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

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strawnarrries · 9 months

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Niall fluff PLS

dad niall pulling out his dad skills on his wife

Squeezing the water out of your hair, you swung open the glass door and stepped out of the shower, onto the soft, white rug in front of the door. You grabbed your towel on the hook against the wall and wrapped it around your shoulders. Your husband stood in front of his sink on his side of the bathroom counter, washing his face. You looked up at him once you heard his thick, Irish accent echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Baby, why are ya bleedin’?” he asked frantically, ignoring the foamy face wash dripping down his neck.

You looked down at where he was staring and saw a small cut just below your kneecap, blood pooling at the opening and leisurely trickling down your leg, reminding you of your mistake a few minutes ago, “Oh, I accidentally cut myself with my razor.”

“Ya got yourself good didntcha?” he asked before preceding to aggressively rub the soap into his face.

“Yeah, it hurt so bad,” you replied while drying off your body, avoiding wiping the blood on the towel.

“Gimme a sec and I'll help ya” he hummed before splashing his face with water, washing away the soap.

"I'm okay," you giggled at him, heart swelling at how sweet he was to you.

While you squeezed the water out of your hair with the towel before wrapping it around your body, Niall patted his face dry with a washcloth before bending down and grabbing a bandaid out from the bottom drawer.

"Niall, I don't need a bandaid, it's just a little cut," you protested but he didn't listen. It was like he never heard you in the first place.

After grabbing a tissue, he walked over to you, crouched down, and was now face-to-face with your wound.

"Niall," you giggled at him, looking down at watching him.

"My poor baby," he pouted, pressing a sweet kiss to your kneecap.

He wiped away the blood with a tissue before quickly sticking the bandaid against your cut. He pressed a kiss over the bandaid before standing back up with a popping sound from his knees and throwing away the wrappers.

"All better. I even kissed your boo-boo," he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist covered by the damp towel.

"You're so dramatic," you giggled at him.

He gave you a peck on the lips before replying, "Am not. My girl is crippled. Can't walk now, can she?"

He knew you were right, but he just liked seeing you grin.

"C'mere, baby girl," he grunted, picking you up bridal style, "I've gotcha."

"Becoming a dad to a toddler has got you all babyie," you giggled.

"That's not a word," he replied with a chuckle.

He walked into your shared bedroom, gently setting you down on your bed while you squealed, "Niall, I'm not even dressed yet, I'm still wet."

"Two of my favorite versions of you," he smirked, punching his eyebrows up at you, "Naked and wet."

"Oh my gosh, stop," you giggled, immediately getting off of the bed, "You're gonna get my side of the bed wet and then I'm gonna have to sleep in the guest bedroom."

"Look whose bein' dramatic now," he teased.

"You don't get me naked or wet now!" you teased back before storming back into the bathroom.

"Wha-Y/N, c'mon!"

You couldn't help but giggle.

i cant figure out if i think this idea is cringy or cute lol lmk what you all think

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niallsgoldhoop · 14 days

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hi!!!!

i figured i would put everything in one place in case anyone felt like looking for something to read!

if you are looking for my full stories they can all be found on my wattpad!

niall stories:

- august (brothers best friend, age gap) - periphery (famous niall, workplace romance) - still (friends to lovers, only one bed)

harry stories:

- clandestine (best friends brother, forbidden romance) - arrogant (enemies to lovers, accidental pregnancy) - misconduct (hockey harry, friends to strangers)

as for short stories/one shots i’ve got them linked below and i’ll do my best to keep it updated!

niall writing:

- sweet spot - despise - peachy - small talk

harry writing:

- office space - channing

as i keep writing i’ll keep adding to this, but for now— happy reading!! ily always

-a🍀

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acesofspadess · 2 months

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Rewind

I definitely published this a bit out of order but bare with me

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be.

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared.

“I'M BACK!”

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

~~~~~~

A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine.

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.”

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!”

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

“This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick.

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands.

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice.

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear.

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

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