and she still remembers him and the stories that were told of him

Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

We got a backwards thinking professor fired.

Not sure if this qualifies as “Pro”, but its definitely more than “Petty”… Set up is kinda long, so…

Late 90s, I’m taking my 2nd required semester of college physics. Almost immediately, I can tell this prof flat out SUCKS: he knows the material, but has no idea how to convey that to a bunch of college undergrads, most of which aren’t physics majors, and repeatedly brushed off any questions during lecture, telling students to come by his office to ask them…too bad he was hardly ever IN his office. It didn’t take long until a lot of students in Bad Prof’s lectures to start attending Good Prof’s lectures (couldn’t transfer sections–Good Prof’s sections were technically full, but there were seats empty in the hall for us to sneak into), and only going to Bad Prof’s class when there were exams and homework to turn in.

Middle of the semester: I get a letter from admin informing me that I had been put on academic probation because I was apparently failing physics. This confused the hell out of me, since I kept track of my grades and as far as I could tell, I was getting a B. So, I went to Bad Prof’s class, especially since we were getting our 2nd exams back…I was the only one to not get it back. Even more confused, I managed to catch him at the end of lecture, asking about my exam and the probation.

Bad Prof doesn’t even bother looking at me as he’s stuffing his lecture notes into his bag. “You didn’t take the exam, so you’re failing this class.” I insisted that I had taken the exam, and repeated questions from the exam that I remembered, and asking how I could be getting an F because of one test. BP starts heading for the door. “You just saw those on the other students’ tests. I don’t remember grading your exam, so you obviously didn’t take it. You’re failing this class, and you’ll be kicked out of college.” And then he just left.

I did the only thing I could think of: I went directly to the Physics Department head. I explained the situation, pulled out my paperwork showing my grades, and told him how BP pretty much brushed me off. Department head gets this look on his face as I’m talking and he’s giving a side-eye in the direction of BP’s empty office. “Ok. I will definitely look into this, Ilickedthecinnabar” I thanked him, and headed off to my next class.

I get back to my dorm a few hours later, and there’s a message on my answering machine. Its BP: “I, uh… I found your exam. You got an 87 (or w/e it was). You’re still getting a B in class. Yeah…”

I muttered about it to my roommate later, and she got this weird look on her face. She informed me that one of her friends in a different BP section was going through the same thing. Roomie contacted her friend to do pretty much what I had done.

Next lecture (Good Prof’s of course!), I asked a couple friends in that lecture if they had heard of people’s exams going ‘missing’. They ask why, I explain the situation, and they tell me that, yeah about 2 or 3 other students had their exams disappear on them during the semester…all of them female.

You should be starting to see what the problem is here…

The real kicker happened towards the end of the semester, and it made it very obvious what was going on. BP stated, out loud, during lecture, and I quote:

“Women do not belong in the physics field, or any science field for that matter.”

BP was a mf'ing misogynist. We were too stunned by his words to even react.

End of the semester. Class review time. Before he leaves the room, BP tells us to only take one review sheet since a number of students were taking 4 or 5 of them. One kid looked him dead in the eye and tapped the back of the sheet, where were could write comments: “I’m gonna need all of this.” BP could only stare.

By this time, EVERYBODY knew about his little declaration, and EVERYBODY knew about his little routine with the 'missing’ exams (I later found out there were up to a dozen female students he’d pulled that on). We tore him a new on those review sheets, gave him the worse rating in every category we could, and spilled every one of his dirty little details and missteps.

The following fall semester, the Physics Department claims BP has been put on sabbatical and probably wouldn’t return, but the students knew the truth. Redditors, we had gotten a fully tenured professor FIRED. A couple classmates occasionally looked him up online for a few years to check on his status. He never got another job in academia again.

I got my degree in Biology with high marks. Recent changed career tracks and just finished my degree in Geology with academic honors. Fuck you BP!

lost cause {s.r}

summary: the reader sends nudes to steve when he’s at work and he becomes a flustered little shit
pairing(s): steve rogers x reader 
listen to: movement - us (trust me, the song makes it a lit reading experience)
word count: 2.8k
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it kids!), dirty talk, language
notes: i tried something a little different and wrote in 3rd person. idk what you guys prefer so just lmk :) also, writing this made me feel some type of way. hope you enjoy!

The first one comes at two o’clock. 

Steve is walking down the hallway with Bucky in tow, both sweaty from their workout in the training facility. Lunch is at the forefront of their minds and they are throwing suggestions back and forth as they amble up to their rooms. Showers are a definite necessity. When the soft ping of an incoming text rings through the hall, Steve pulls his phone out and glances down at the screen. 

The 21st century still confuses the hell out of him, sometimes, but he has at least some technological proficiency, and when he sees who has texted him he stops walking. (Y/N) never texts him in the middle of the afternoon. Bucky glances over at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” he asks, hands in his pockets as he watches his friend.

Steve purses his mouth, “It’s from (Y/N).  I’ll look at it later.” Conversations with his fairly long term girlfriend usually last a while. She likes to tell him what she’s up to at the hospital where she works, and he likes to hear her stories. It’s surprising, how much drama a hospital setting can incur. 

Bucky gives him an almost cringing look, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Dames don’t like being ignored.” 

Steve laughs. So much has changed, in the world and between them, and yet here they are. Bucky’s still giving him relationship advice and Steve is still treading with so much uncertainty around dating. “Women aren’t the same as they used to be, Buck,” he says. 

Bucky just smirks and rolls his eyes, “The women didn’t change, Steve; they just got empowered.” They don’t say anything more on the subject though, and when Steve returns to his suite he tosses his phone on the bed and goes for a shower, almost forgetting about the unopened text entirely. But by the time he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him, Bucky’s words come back to bite him in the ass. He sits on the edge of the bed and glances at his phone, only to see that there are two more texts. A jolt of worry suddenly hits him at that – perhaps he should have opened the original one the moment he got it instead of taking his shower first.  

What if something’s happened at the hospital and (Y/N) needs him? He grabs his phone and opens the texts without a second thought…only to start coughing the moment they load. He hadn’t been expecting this.

Stockinged legs stretch out on the screen. Her ankles are crossed and vibrant red heels are on display. There’s so much leg that Steve feels his face redden as he stares. If she’d taken the picture any higher…“Oh God,” he mumbles, and looks at the message beneath the picture.

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the bet || part i/iii || fuckboi!peter parker x reader

 oi, I don’t want to make this too long but…. IM BACK smh I’ve been so m.i.a. but that’s literally because I’ve been so busy and have bad writer’s block. Smh this probably ain’t even gon be good. But like I worked hard on it to have meaning and stuff and I rlly hope you guys enjoy it. I just want you guys to get straight to the story because you’ve waited so long for it and I’ve been teasing it sm smh. Just read it hope you enjoy muthertruckers😬

tags : @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @themyscirahs @sammie-blogs @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @geeksareunique

words : 11,197

warnings : fuckboi!peter parker, mild cussing, various mentions of sex, angst, ned needs a hug, peter needs a hug, you need a hug, everyone needs a hug

Masterlist

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Originally posted by peter-and-mj


”I bet you your whole Goddamn rep that you couldn’t get weird ass mcgee over there to sleep with you; you know, take her v-card. Before. We. Graduate.”

The words spoken smugly by one of Peter’s multiple friends at the lunch table caught his attention as quick as you could say, “Spider,” The statement challenged him, making him smirk at the smug boy before looking over his shoulder, almost savagely, at the fifteen year old girl huddled in her own little corner of a table in the back, her face morphing as she read through numerous pages of the thick book she held in her hands.

Watching the scene, Peter laughed and shook his head before turning back the group at his table, them looking deeply invested as to what would happen next, he spoke lowly, “Watch me.”

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It Wasn’t Real (finale)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten -eleven - finale

A/N: THIS IS IT, THE FINAL PART! FINALEEEEEEEEE

I just wanna say like thank you all so much for the wonderful support on this story, i’m seriously gonna miss writing it SO MUCH! It’s crazy to believe i’m already done, but I mean, I did upload like everyday lol. Anyway, thank you all again so much.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Richie x Reader, and Loser’s Club x Reader, also slight Stan x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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“It’s coming back now.” Stan explained, nodding at his friends who surrounded him. The group was silent, standing around Stan, battered by what had just happened in the sewers but happy that it was over and their friend was standing before them alive. “Only bits and pieces, but I remember IT just suddenly being there and that’s it. Then I woke up with you guys around.”

Silence echoed Stan’s words, as he slowly let his eyes move around the people surrounding him; hesitant to ask what was on his mind. “What happened?” It was obvious what had happened. IT had come back, just like you’d tried to tell him but Stan had been too stupid, too in-denial to listen, that’s how he found himself here. But, it was almost like there was more; like the day and a bit he’d been gone more had happened then he could ever imagine.

“Y/N t-told us about how IT had taken you.” Bill finally answered, his eyes landing on you for a split second before gazing back at Stan. “She said s-she found the words “W-WHERE’S STAN?” written on h-her ceiling in blood. A-After that, w-we came here to find you.”

As Bill explained, Stan’s eyes fell on you as you looked to the ground. The last time you’d spoken, he’d left you just standing there after practically begging for help. No part of you was mad, but you could tell he felt guilty, just by his gaze. And it didn’t help that he’d bee wrong, that’d just been proven after what’d happened.

“And um- Henry’s dead.” It wasn’t needed, but you felt like you had to say it. Henry was terrible to you but you’d still killed someone. You didn’t know what would happen, though you knew none of them would ever say anything but you’d physically murdered someone; didn’t matter if he was an asshat half of the time. “So there’s that.”

Richie noticed your discomfort, and could only imagine what you must be thinking. Leaning over, he grabbed your hand; ignoring the looks he received from the others. “You did what you had to do.” 

“Bu-”

“Richie’s right, Y/N.” Eddie interrupted you, turning to look at you with a sincere gaze. “Henry would’ve killed you if you hadn’t done what you did. He deserved it.” Richie squeezed your hand as you reluctantly nodded, giving a small smile his way.

But, we’re glad you’re okay, Stan.” Beverly smiled, her blue eyes brighter than before. Despite the fact that you’d all just come from a fight with a murderous clown and quite literally from a trip in the sewers, everyones faces seemed a whole lot brighter. Even you yourself, you felt less empty than you’d felt for so long. The world seemed brighter and a lot more colourful, rather than the dull black and white you’d been seeing it in for the past four years. 

“Yeah.” Mike agreed, nodding with a smile on his face.

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Admit it (Loki X Reader)

Originally posted by lokitty

MASTER LIST / REQUEST

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson X Reader
WORDCOUNT: 3,238
WARNINGS: Cussing, violence & PDA
REQUEST: Imagine Loki hearing you let out a held back sob and instantly turn to you in concern.

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We’ll see that, sweetheart - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: We’ll see that, sweetheart

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and you being hunting partners and in love with each other for year, but are too scared to admit it. You are close and have a strong bond, being intimate in different ways every time. When he sees you interact with Jack and take care of him he remembers how he’s always wanted to have kids with you and finally gets the courage to bring it up to you.

A/N: In a close to perfect Supernatural universe this is how I’d like to see Dean open up to Jack, just to get over a lil bit of the pain in the previous episode! But I love both so much that the writers are only making it harder for me now!

“And that is how you can also raise the volume if you want to hear more clear, but careful with that around here cause Dean’s always a grumpy old man with these stuff.” you said playfully and Jack grinned slightly, just as Dean looked at you and scoffed.

“I’m not old.” hemuttered and you hummed.

“Sure, whatever you say grandpa!” you winked but he just shook his head, a small smile creeping on his lips “And- no, Jack he’s not my granpa. It’s just a thing, I call him stupid nicknames sometimes. That’s all.” you said, noticing how the nephilim was ready to ask.

“Oh” he nodded his head “Alright, and if I want to watch… cartoons, I press on number one and then three. For… thirteen, right?”

“Exactly! And there’re plenty of Scooby Doo there for you too!” you giggled, patting his back as he broke into an adorable grin.

“I really like that one, it’s wonderful!” he breathed out, his eyes sparkling.

“It sure is, Jack.” you chuckled “But remember, whenever there isn’t something good on TV and you really want to do something you can opt for a book!”

“Yeah if you wanna be a nerd in life sure.” Dean mumbled and you shot him a look.

“There are plenty of good ones around here, and I have a lot I think you’d like.” you said softly to Jack “Just until you find what you really like and what not we keep exploring, alright?”

“Then I think we should name you Dora.” Dean muttered with a snicker and you couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your lips, as Jack merely tilted his head to the side and frown.

“Do- Dora? What is that?” he mumbled and you still couldn’t fight the laughter that left your lips.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him as he dodged it “How the hell do you even know about that?!” you shook your head.

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Earned It- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!

Word Count: 3700

A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.

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“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”

“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”

“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”

“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.

“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.

“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”

“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.

“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.

With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.

“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.

“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.

“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”

“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”

“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.

~~~

That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.

“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.

“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”

“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.

“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.

“What book are you reading?”

“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.

“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”

“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”

“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.

“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”

“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.

~~~

The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.

“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.

“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.

“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.

“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.

This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.

“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.

“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.

“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.

“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.

“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.

“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”

“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.

“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”

“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.

“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”

“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.

“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”

“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.

“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.

“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.

You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.

“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.

“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.

“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”

“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.

“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.

You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.

You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.

~~~

The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.

“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”

“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.

“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.

You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.

~~~

Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.

“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.

“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.

“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”

“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.

“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.

“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.

“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.

“Is that all?”

“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”

“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.

“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”

“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.

“Do you think he’s changed?”

“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”

‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.

“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.

“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.

You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.

“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.

~~~

“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.

“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”

“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“

“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.

“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”

“You think he actually loves her?”

“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”

“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.

“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”

“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.

Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you love her?” Thor asked.

“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.

“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.

“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.

“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.

“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.

“This is far more than upset.”

“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”

“Y/N would like to speak with you.”

“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”

“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.

“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.

“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”

“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.

“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.

“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.

“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.

“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.

“Please, allow me to explain myself.”

“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.

“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”

“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.

“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.

“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.

“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”

“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

Christmas.

Originally posted by dunkirks

Warnings: a bit of smut and a while lotta fluff :) 

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Take Care of Me / Jaebum x Reader (SMUT)

Originally posted by gsvnrewind


Jaebum, still overwhelmed with guilt, can’t seem to run away from his past. And then he finds the cure for his nightmares.

This is a continuation of my GOT7 Mafia AU reaction. Read it here!

Pairing: Mafia AU!Jaebum x Reader

Warnings: angst, smut & soft jaebum i love him sm

Words: 4k.

Requests:

MY FAV ONE IS THE GOT7 MAFIA ONE! CAN I REQUEST ANOTHER ONE FOR JB OR YOUNGJAE? EITHER ONE IS FINE, THANK YOU!😁💕   (anon)

After reading the second part of got7 mafia au for Mark, I am so tempted to ask for Jaebum’s mafia au part 2.  ( @eve976​ )

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We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

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~College!au Pen Pal Yoongi~PART FOURTEEN:END

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12] [part 13

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

You couldn’t stop shaking. Tomorrow at eleven? That was fifteen hours away!! You were nowhere near emotionally ready to meet Yoongi…er, again.

You’ve technically already met the guy, you thought to yourself. But that’s when you didn’t know he was your pen pal. And that was before you…felt something for him.

You didn’t know when you realized but after a while of talking to, who you now know is Yoongi, your feelings had grown. And feelings as in a more than ‘Hey we’re good friends.’ No, it was more of a ‘You’re stubborn and such a downer, sometimes….But I still have a huge crush on you…’

Oh man, you thought, How were you going to get out of this? And evern better, note the sarcasm, you know what he looks like! It wasn’t fair that he was so damn attractive and you couldn’t get him out of your head. You remembered the deepness of his voice when you first met him; how soothing and low it was made your heart pound harder. 

Damn, if you only knew sooner! Now here you were, freaking out in your dorm room. “I don’t see why you’re freaking out. You’re never nervous around Mr. Sunshine. Why now?” Your roommate called from the other side of the room. 

“I’ve already met him! Except I didn’t know it was him. What if it’s awkward?” You looked down at your phone in your lap.

“Awkward? Oh honey, me and Namjoon meeting was awkward. You can’t get any more awkward than that! You’ll do fine!” Your roommate smirked. You heard the countless stories about your roommate and her very own pen pal and you wished you saw them first hand. 

For the rest of the night, your heart couldn’t stop racing and your stomach couldn’t stop doing flip flops. It was then when you were wondering what Yoongi was feeling. Was he calm and collected?


Yoongi was in no way calm and collected. His knees kept bouncing up and down underneath the table in the very same cafe you were meeting him in tomorrow. The anxiety of finally meeting you again finally getting to him.

“Hyung, you’ll be fine! If you’ve charmed her for this long without your looks, you already have her technically,” Jungkook smirked at his older friend’s behavior.

“I didn’t charm her!”

“Psh, by now you’ve probably flirted a countless amount of time,” Taehyung piped.

“Have not!”

“No, no,” Jungkook looked toward Taehyung and continued to have a private conversation with him about Yoongi and you. “I bet he told her he acres about her. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be so nervous. He would keep his cool and tough facade.”

“But he’s nervous because she knows he cares about her!” Taehyung finished with a grin. 

“No–o” Yoongi protested, a blush creeping up his neck. 

“Just admit it, hyung. You don’t just care about her in a friend way…You like her,” Jimin grinned from the other side of the table. Yoongi kicked Jimin’s leg resulting in him releasing a whine. 

“He’s so defensive, I can’t tell if it’s cute or not…I mean, who is this guy?” Jungkook joked.

“Haha,” Yoongi said in a monotone. 

The boys went back to their dorms soon after and Yoongi had no idea what he was going to say tomorrow. Should he be himself? Dark and brooding? No, I think Y/N’s way past that stage, he thought. 

We are going to talk about her, in a weird twist of events, maybe I should be less…cold. Falling into bed, he sighed. Why was he acting like such a girl. You were just you. No need to be nervous, he thought as he was clearly nervous.


You were walking closer and closer to the cafe and the nervousness in the pit of your stomach went away as the excitement began to rush into your heart. You were finally getting the one to one conversation you wanted with Mr. Sunshine.

Granted, it’ll be about you at first but it’s something! 

You walked into the cafe and your eyes scanned around till you set upon the familiar dark haired boy. Is it too late to turn around? 

His head was down, eyes glued to your phone. You rolled your eyes with a smile and discreetly sat in the seat across from him at the table he was sitting at. 

“You know, it’s rude to be on your phone while you’re meeting with someone,” You smirked, your heart still pounding a million miles a minute. Yoongi’s head shot up and he scrambled to put his phone into his pocket. 

“Uh, h–hi,” He offered a small smile, moving his arms closer to him to give you room.

“Hey, stranger,” You smiled softly. 

“This is kind of weird right? We’ve sort of met and introduced ourselves before,” Yoongi cocked his head to the side and scrunched his nose up. Fuck, don’t do that, you thought. He was too attractive, you’re surprised you haven’t been drooling yet. 

Before getting caught staring, you laughed. “Yeah, it seems we’ve skipped that stage.”

“So, I don’t know how to exactly–”

“Just ask me,” you smiled warmly, allowing him to dig into you past. You trusted Yoongi. You were unsure at first, but damn, was this boy stubborn. You thought you were stubborn. 

“Why did you immediately come off to me as so bubbly? You could’ve had any persona,” Yoongi asked, stirring his coffee with his straw.

“Well, at first I wasn’t sure how I’d act around you. But then I saw how you were the complete opposite of my sister, and I thought it’d be fun to see how you’d react.”

“So if I wasn’t so pessimistic, you wouldn’t have been Bubbly?”

“Hm, that’s what I’ve been asking myself the past few days. I’m not sure. Yoongi, do you believe in fate?” You asked.

He scoffed with a smile. Of course you believed in fate, he thought. “I’m assuming you do?”

“What out of all the chances, you were paired with me? Someone completely opposite of the person my sister wanted me to be? It was only suiting that I’d act like she wished.”

Yoongi thought to himself about what you had said. What were the chances of getting paired with you? If it weren’t for you, he’d never be here in the first place. Hell, he bet that if he had any other pen pal. girl or not, he wouldn’t have stuck around. But no, you were different.

“Fair enough,” he nodded to himself. 

“Now can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Yoongi shrugged. He pushed his coffee over to you, offering you a sip.

“Why after every, even the slightest moment of some sort of bond between us, did you soon after snap and become cold again?” You asked, curiously, grabbing his coffee and taking a long sip out of the straw. 

Yoongi eyed the coffee and thought for a moment. Why did he do that? Then, he tugged at your hand and stood up. 

“Can we walk?” He murmured and you two exited the cafe. You shrugged and continued to drink his coffee when he didn’t object. You walked together, neither of you realizing you were still holding hands. 

“I guess I was just scared,” Oh god, Yoongi thought. Did he really just say that?

“Scared? You?”

“Yeah, Y/N. Terrified,” Yoongi said with a certain look in his eye. You looked over at him in curiosity.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the person you should be least terrified of,” You joked.

“No,” Yoongi muttered to himself, as if frustrated, “Not of you. Of me.”

“Of you? Why?”

“Well, I–” He cut himself off to look at you. You were peering at him with curiosity and he fell even harder. He didn’t realize he missed how much he missed looking at your face until now. 

And now, standing in front of you, he was consumed with so much emotion that he didn’t even know how to process. 

All he wanted to do was grab your face and just smash his lips against yours. 

So that’s exactly what he did.

You were taken aback at first, the feeling of his surprisingly warm hands on your cheeks. Your eyes were widened but once your brain processed what was going on, you slowly closed your eyes and placed your hands under his biceps. 

You pulled away for air and he leaned his forehead against yours, “Fuck, I really wanted to do that.”

“You did?” You breathed out, in a daze. Yoongi chuckled at your state and pecked your forehead before leaning back.

“I was terrified of becoming too close to you and developing feelings. But I’m afraid, too late,” He smiled to himself. Like really smiled. Your heart melted at the sight of his gummy smile. 

“Mr. Sunshine!” Was all you could saying before embracing him. You were grinning ear to ear. 

“What?”

“I found it!”

“Hm?” Yoongi hummed. You pulled away with a smirk.

“I finally found your soft spot…”

“Oh,” Yoongi chuckled, looking down at you. “I’ve always known: It’s you. Always has been.” And he leaned down to give you another kiss.


ASDFGHJK I FINALLY FINISHED KASDHKASDL HOW WAS IT? DID YOU LIKE IT? THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ASLJDS

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Hawkins’ sweetheart  (Billy Hargrove imagine)

► Summary: When the reader comes back to Hawkins she doesn’t expect that Billy Hargrove, the new boy in town, is going to suppose such an important piece on her messed up life.

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► Pair: Billy Hargrove x reader

► Warnings: Some swearing

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“You sure you want to go back to school this soon?” You looked at the woman on the driver’s seat and smile. You knew she was only worried about you. Visiting your mother was always hard for you, a true roller coaster that left you exhausted and besides there was the planes you had to take to get to Washington.
“Totally sure Kelly… I’ve missed being a normal teen. God! I’ve even missed this town” She chuckled and her eyes went to you for a few seconds before locking them on the road again. “I mean it, you don’t have to worry, besides I’m looking forward to meet my friends and Steve, I’ve really missed that little dumbass.”

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two ships passing in the night.

Originally posted by golden--tragedy

(billy hargrove x reader)

request: remember me w/ Billy? 💕 (from dating prompts: Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them)

summary: reader is home for the holidays, and meets an old enemy (ish). turns out late night diner talks aren’t the worst thing in the world. 

word count: 2,568

warning: there are mentions of abuse in here. nothing detailed, but it’s mentioned.

part ii. part iii.


The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.

You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.

It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.

“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”

So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.

You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.

Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.

(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)

Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.

From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.

You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.

“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…

He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.

“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”

Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.

“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.

“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”

“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”

He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.

“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?

“What the hell happened to you?”

He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.

“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”

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a little something called courage

Hi friends! :) This is a request and a very romantic and fluffy-christmas-best-friend-type story.

Summary: At a christmas after party, Y/N gets drunk and flirts with H.

Picture aint my own.

Outside thousands of tiny snowflakes danced from the cloudy sky and met the already white and frozen ground, bringing white light into the cloudy and grey evening. In times like this it was especially nice to have a warm and cozy flat, one that smelled of sweet biscuits and was filled with the soft sound of various classic christmas songs. Harry agreed. 

“You’re flat is so much nicer than m’house,” he’d replied to me asking why he hung out at my place ever since coming back from tour, “So homey and feels like christmas, too.”

Of course I didn’t mind that my best friend refused to leave my side, on the contrary, Harry was what made my home feel as comfortable to me as it already did to him. 
He was here now, too, watching amused as I turned left and right in front of the mirror in my room, brushed through my hair and I blushed when he chuckled at the sight of me checking out my bum in the black jeans hugging my legs.

“You’re a vain one,” he commented lowly from where he sat on the edge of my bed.

He was already dressed for the occasion, a black, thin silk shirt that wore his last name where he carried his heart, and skinny jeans covered his body, proving once more that he didn’t need much in order to look attractive. He’d surely manage to make all of my coworkers swoon the moment him and I would arrive at my work’s christmas party. For some reason my heart skipped a beat at the thought of other women lusting after him, but I brushed it off and 
glance at his reflection behind me, just in time to catch the smile and wink he sent my way, before he turned his attention back on his phone. 
To be fair I had spent the past 15 minutes deciding what to wear, only to then change my mind and look for something else, and Harry’s patience impressively hadn’t wavered once. He didn’t seem too bothered by it, and really I didn’t have any other choice anyway. 
Tonight I wanted my coworkers to think I looked nice next to Harry, who’d spontaneously decided to tag along, and that was a challenge since he was simply the most gorgeous human being in the world and made anyone by his side fade into the background. Usually that was fine with me, but tonight I cared to be seen as well, maybe a little bit also so that the people drooling over him would hold themselves back.
My fingers pulled at the hem of my silver top and I scrunched up my nose in disapproval.

“Harry?” 

“Hm?”

My eyes wandered over my appearance. Over all it was a great outfit and suited the occasion, but I didn’t feel right.

“Do I look nice?” I asked my fashion expert of a best friend, “Be honest.”

Harry’s eyes found mine in the mirror and I watched with growing insecurity how they moved from my face to my chest, stomach and then legs. He sat up straighter, tilted his head and frowned. 

“Turn around.” 

I followed his request, feeling a little silly and his chest rumbled with a laugh when I ended my little twirl with a curtsy.

He nodded in approval. “I think you look lovely, darling.”

The honesty in his tone made me blush and I turned to look away quickly, though of course he could see my flustered expression in my reflection.

“Thanks, H.”

“Those jeans give you a great arse,” he continued to comment, humor in his voice, and though I sent him a glare, the confirmation that I looked hot to him had my heart flutter, “And I love the shiny top. Suits your pretty eyes. However, may I make a suggestion?”

I nodded, slightly confused, and looked at him expectantly. “Sure.”

Harry got to his feet and made his way over to my closet with bouncing steps. A cheeky smile was flashed my way and I arched my brows, wondering what he had in mind.
I watched him rummage through my clothes, giggled at how some items earned a nod and even small whistle of approval while others he tossed to the side with a head shake and a “What the hell did you think when buying this shit?” or a “Tell me you got this for a joke.”
Finally his fingers pulled out a hanger from the rack and held it out to me with a delighted expression on his face, indicating he’d found what he’d searched.

“In my humble opinion,” Harry said, “I think you should wear this.”

The hanger carried a dress, one I’d bought months ago and never dared to put on before. It was a navy blue velvet fabric with tiny stars of silver embroidered along the neckline. I knew that it suited me well and loved how it felt against my skin, but it was a little… out there.

“The neckline is a little lower than what I would normally wear,” I began slowly, “Meaning it just covers my boobs and that I can’t wear a bra under it ‘cause it would be visible. I agree and really like the dress as well, but it’s too much, Harry.”

“Look,” Harry handed me the hanger and turned back to my closet, where he crouched down and began to look for shoes that would match the outfit, “I think you look beautiful right now, I genuinely do. However: it’s tame and safe. Which is good, but I think you could, if not should, look fucking hot tonight, sweetheart. A) rub it into all of your coworkers faces and b), we’re going out after anyway and the dress isn’t too revealing for a club, is it?”

“Well, I’m flattered,” I laughed and raised the dress to look at it more closely. 

It really was a pretty dress and both the colour as well as the cut was very flattering, but wouldn’t my coworkers think that I’d overdressed? My nose scrunched up and with a final glance at Harry, who always wore outfits that were more than just a little out there and didn’t care what anybody thought as long as he himself liked them, I walked back into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to slip it on!” I declared. 

“Good girl,” Harry called after me, “Just found shoes that go with it as well.” 

….

Harry’s hand was a constant pressure at my lower back and whenever my eyes met his, however brief, he smiled. We’d earned quite the looks from the people gathered in the venue, some diverted straight to Harry but I did notice a couple eyes checking me out as well, making me smile with confidence.

“I told you,” Harry hushed into my ear, a response to somebody complimenting my appearance and I blushed heavily, “You look beautiful.” 

“So say Harry,” my colleague, Gina, a tall and pretty woman with dark hair, said, before casually resting her palm on Harry’s arm, “Are you and Y/N coming to the after party?” 

“You mean the club some of you’re going to?” 

She nodded, red painted lips stretched into a smile. My eyes glared at the hand she refused to take off his arm.

“Sure,” Harry replied politely, shrugging her hold off by casually reaching out to pull me closer, “S’always great fun to go out with m’bestie, isn’t it?”

“As long as you don’t puke on me again,” I giggled with a nudge to his stomach.

It was his cheek’s turn to flush and I waved off the girl’s request to tell the story behind my comment. There wasn’t much behind it, but I remembered Harry, hunched over the toilet and as pale as a sheet asking me to please never tell anybody about his state, something I agreed to while washing out the stains his vomit had left on the shirt I’d taken off a minute earlier. 

“Thanks for not spilling ‘bout that low of my life,” Harry murmured the moment we were left alone again.

We stood by the table, picking out different snacks from the finger food section for the other to try, since all of them looked pretty much the same amount of gross and Harry had come up with a game he called ‘let’s see who’s the worst at pretending this doesn’t taste like shit’.

I took a sip of champagne and nodded. “You’re welcome. I’m not too keen on people knowing the details of that night myself anyway.”

“Right,” Harry grinned and I kicked his shin, but of course he went on regardless, “Saw you damn close to naked that night.” 

The christmas music playing and the people chatting was loud enough for my annoyed groan of “Harry!!” to be overheard. He grinned, proud that he’d hit a nerve.

“How you noticed my almost nudity while throwing up your guts is still beyond me,” I added, quieter this time, “Here, try this.”

His face grimaced when he tasted the weird looking pastry I’d held out for him (my heart made an unfamiliar jump when his lips wrapped around my fingertips to take the food into his mouth) and he shushed me when I giggled at him casually spitting all of it out and onto a napkin.

“Attractive,” I mumbled.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and his brows arched. I knew he wasn’t going to let our earlier conversation go.

“I’d notice you taking off your shirt no matter what m’doing.”

I sent him a glare. “Stop that or I’ll shove the rest of that pastry thing down your throat.”

The giggle that followed my words had Harry’s heart drop and he found himself itch to reach out and hug me to his chest. Not only did the dress flatter my body in every way possible, he thought, but there was something else as well, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it sure made it hard not to kiss me. He bit his lip. Why was he thinking about kissing his best friend?

We chatted some more, sometimes with other people and sometimes only with each other and slowly dusk turned into a pitch black night before the big windows. I admired the golden stars, how lovely the snow looked and sighed to myself when Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
With my back pressed to his front he hummed lowly, happiness warming his stomach.

“We don’t have to go out with them,” he murmured into my ear, “Can just go home.” 

It was a wish he only voice because I wasn’t facing him. Otherwise he wouldn’t have had the courage to admit that he didn’t really want to go get drunk with people he didn’t care about, not when there was a couch and movie player in my flat where it’d be just us.

“Wouldn’t that be a waste?” I argued, “Since I put on this dress and all.” 

He chuckled behind me. “True, that it would be for sure. So you’re down?”

Please say no, his head begged me.

“Yes,” I turned to face him, slowly moving out of his hold. 

He did look incredibly handsome. His green eyes reflected the many colourful christmas lights that decorated the room and his skin seemingly glowed, perhaps partly due to the makeup he’d let me apply to his face in the afternoon. Well, maybe just because he was that pretty to look at.

“What are you staring at me for?” he asked, lips quirked up into a smile.

I shrugged. “Nothing. So… can we go?”

“Sure. I think your friends, Gina and Amy, are ready to leave as well.”

….

The club Gina and Amy dragged Harry and I to was one he’d been to before and the moment we stepped inside the dark venue that had loud music jumping from the walls, he warned me that there was a barkeeper he’d want to say hello to and have a quick chat with since he knew him for some reason I couldn’t quite hear over all of the noise and wanted to catch up.
I could tell Harry didn’t like the idea of leaving me in the middle of a club, but I reassured him that since I wasn’t completely on my own but with two friends, it would be fine.

“M’not gonna be long, anyway,” he repeated, eyes full with worry, “Promise.”

“Sure, no, it’s fine, H. You just come find me later alright?”

He nodded and with a quick, warm, kiss to my cheek left my side for the first time all week. It felt kinda weird and I watched him walk away with the wish to call him back right on the tip of my tongue.

“Where is he going?” Gina asked, faint disappointment in her voice. 

Her brown eyes stared after his figure pushing its way through the crowd, a look in her orbs I couldn’t quite place. Maybe she fancied him, I thought, who didn’t, right? If I were a nicer person I would set them up and play matchmaker. I knew Harry wouldn’t mind a girlfriend these days. 

“Sucks to be alone at christmas,” he’d complained on a daily basis ever since late november, at first via texts and now every day in person. 

I knew what he meant, as I was very single myself. It would’ve been nice to have a body to cuddle up to in the middle of these cold nights, to have someone help put up a christmas tree and I longed for the stress and pressure of having to find the perfect present for my significant other.
Harry felt the same. And Gina was pretty and from my limited experiences with her I knew she was quite nice so maybe… no, not gonna happen. I wasn’t going to set my Harry up with anybody. 

“He’s saying hi to a friend who works here,” I explained briefly, distracting myself form having just thought of Harry as my Harry.

Amy returned from the bar with drinks for us and handed me the cranberry flavored one. We clinked our glasses together, cheered on our short christmas break that was starting today and the moment I swallowed the first sip I knew the amount of alcohol in there would make me tipsy. And that was just drink number one. I shuddered, then raised the glass for another sip.

“So you and Harry,” Amy began after we chatted about this and that for a while, “What’s going on between you two?”

It had been a question both her and Gina had been burning to ask me ever since I’d arrived at the office party with the handsome male by my side. 
They’d noticed how close our bodies stayed throughout the small gathering, as if there was an invisible thread binding them together and keeping them from moving apart. I knew it was easy to mistake our friendship for a lover’s relationship, since Harry and I were as close and loving with each other as other couples who actually were with each other romantically, and I had had my fair share of awkward conversations about it before, so I didn’t mind them mentioning it now too much. Especially since I had been right and was in fact already a little tipsy. I found myself minding a lot less when there was alcohol involved.

I shrugged. “Nothing. We’re best friends, why?”

In sync, Gina and Amy’s heads tilted and their eyebrows arched. I took another sip and shrugged once more. 

“What?”

“Well, I mean,” Gina smiled, “I figured guys weren’t a couple but I thought you guys were dating…”

“…or at least hooking up,” Amy finished with a laugh.

“Nope,” I shook my head, giggling myself, “We don’t think of each other like that.” 

“That’s not exactly true,” Amy argued, her voice slightly raised over the loud music, some dubstep version of ‘All I Want For Christmas’, “I see the way his eyes rest on your face, like, all the time. How he pulls you into his side or compliments you every minute or so. If that isn’t a guy who fancies a girl I don’t know what is.” 

“No, no, no, that’s not what he’s like everyday,” I explained quickly, “he’s the one who convinced me to wear this dress since he likes it a lot and now… well he’s just a bit clingy lately, I guess. We were separated for a long time while he was away working and when he’s back we’re always a bit more attached to the other than usually. But there’s nothing more behind it. I swear.”

I thought they would let it go after that elaboration, but being the nosy girls they were the subject of me and Harry kept being brought up.
They asked about the origin of our friendship, tried to dig and get more details about the night he puked on me and finally repeatedly asked if I had feelings for him, to which of course I’d said no every time.

But did I really not have feelings for him, my drunk head suddenly began to question. He was attractive, obviously, and my type. But besides that he was also the easily smartest man I’d ever met, the most thoughtful and genuinely good person in my life and, well, I cared about him more than I did anyone else I considered a best friend of mine.
I swallowed hard. Shit.

All the while I was slowly realizing things I had tried not to before, I was handed drink after drink, all of them different and payed by either Amy or Gina. Part of me knew that their generosity wasn’t just them being nice, but them trying to get me drunk enough to spill the secrets about Harry and my feelings I was trying to hide from them. 
I was lucky they didn’t give a shit about him being famous or how wealthy he was, or else I would’ve drunkly admitted way too much had they bothered to ask, because two shots later, I was positiv that I was very drunk. 

“Listen,” Amy sighed, not quite sober herself, “We think that you and Harry are meant to be.”

“Wonderful,” I laughed, “You got to that conclusion after meeting him for the first time just three hours ago?”

Gina nodded and giggled. “I wouldn’t mind getting with him myself, believe me.”

I knew it! Forget it Gina!

“But I think he’s into you and I know when there’s no changing a guy’s mind. So, Amy and I think you should go over to him and finally, do yourself a favor, and jump his bones.”

“Though the jumping and boning should maybe happen when you’re alone with him,” Amy added.

I rolled my eyes and turned to find his face in the crowd. Harry hadn’t been out of my sight for more than five minutes since he left my side. The friend he was speaking to had his back to us, so Harry’s eyes could find mine and watch over me at all times. 
He’s so cute, my drunk brain sighed, always making sure I’m okay.
Fuck. I’m really drunk.
The cloud my head was stuck in slowed my thoughts and made them all romantic the moment Harry was involved. Fucking hell.

“Oi!” Gina called out, “She’s not saying no!”

Both of them clapped their hands in excitement, bearing wide smiles. 

“I can’t!” I groaned and hid my eyes behind my shaking palm, “He’s my best friend.”

Amy shoved another drink into my free hand. “That’s exactly why you’re going to go for it.”

I glanced at the yellow-ish drink. “Now what even is this?”

Amy smiled, raising her own cocktail. “A little something called courage.”

After emptying that drink number I-didn’t-know-anymore as well, my eyes found his face.
Okay. This was the dumbest idea ever and something I would for sure regret the moment my brain sobered up. In this moment however…
Harry did look great. And inviting.
As always, drawn to him and longing to be closer, my feet carried me towards him without my head consenting to it. 
Harry’s hands reached out for my arms the moment I got closer, steading me. I’d been tumbling, apparently, and looked as if I might trip over my own feet, worrying him the second I got closer. 
His fingers touched my bare skin and I felt my heart squeeze itself so tightly it hurt in my chest. 

“Ow.”

“How much did you have?” Harry asked, brows furrowed and no humor in his tone. 

When he spoke the music around us seemed to quieten, all of my senses only there to pay attention to him.

“S’this the girl?” his friend wondered behind me and Harry gave a short nod, all of his thoughts on me. 

“Y/N, you alright?” 

“Sure!” I cheered and leaned my head against his shoulder as I embraced him awkwardly, “Missed you, that’s all. Promised you’d be right back.”

He smiled at my pouted lips. “M’sorry, love. But, really, how much did you drink?”

I shrugged. “A bit. A lot. Don’t know, but probably slightly too much.”

“Slightly,” he agreed. 

Harry’s arm sneaked around my waist and his fingers fisted the velvet material. He was glad I was with him and cursed himself for not having noticed the many different glasses of alcohol I’d been drinking from in his absence. It wasn’t that he minded me consuming alcohol, it wasn’t his place to anyway, but something about my current state made him uneasy and ache to get me out of the situation as fast as possible.
My hand absently drew patterns over his chest and I followed my own finger with attentive eyes. His skin was warm under the thin material and my tongue had to hold back the small moan rolling off it at the thought of the warmth being revealed to my eyes. If only that damn silk wasn’t there. 

“Is it your turn to throw up on me tonight?” Harry joked when I hiccuped and the tiniest bit of bile tickled my throat. 

I shook my head, then grinned up at him and poked his cheek. “Only if that means it’s your turn to take off your shirt. Remember? Like I did that night.”

“I’m gonna leave you two to it,” the guy Harry had met up with excused himself and Harry quickly apologized to him, promised to reach out another time and then turned to me. 

His hands held me at an arms reach from him and I blushed when his eyes stared into mine intensely. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? Don’t think I’ve seen you quite this tipsy before. If not dare I say, wasted.”

“I’m fine,” I groaned and slapped his shoulder, “Fun-police.”

My hands reached for him again, gentler this time, and Harry’s lips parted in surprise when I shrugged off his hold and instead slung my arms around his neck. I nuzzled his collarbones and giggled at how funny it felt to press my breasts, which were as I’d warned him earlier today, not supported by a bra, to his chest.
Harry loosely held me to him. 

“Jeez, Y/N,” he sighed, “M’gonna take you home, alright? Think you’re unwell.”

“Because I want to be close to you?” I gasped, pushing him back. 

Sudden hurt cursed through my middle, making my tummy turn and eyes water. He was rejecting me, he didn’t want me to touch him or be as clingy with him as he’d been with me all week. If that wasn’t beyond unfair!
Harry frowned at my upset expression. 

“Hey,” he caressed my cheek gently, “Don’t give me that look, baby. M’just worried about you, s’all. Appreciate how much you like me all of a sudden, believe me. S’nice to have you attached like that.”

“M’not being clingy,” I whined, though of course I was. 

“You are,” he smiled and soothed my pout with a kiss to my forehead, “but I like it, so it’s fine. Please let me get you home now, though, alright?”

“I’d much rather dance with you!” I giggled, letting him take my hands only to move them and force them up so he was sort of twirling me around, “Show off my dress and my hot, handsome and oh so sweet Harry.”

At that he laughed and when I looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes wide. His heart hammered in his chest and never before had he felt himself long to lean in and kiss me as strongly as he did now.

“Babe,” he warned, “You’re drunk off your arse. C’mon.”

His fingers interlocked with one of my hands and he pulled me with slow but certain steps towards my two giggling friends. He wore a stern look, though I knew him well enough to know that there was a smile right under the surface and that he wasn’t really mad at me or them. 

“Don’t care which one of you is responsible for this,” he nodded at me giggling behind him, amused with how his shirt looked when I pulled at the hem, “but m’gonna have to take care of her now. So thank you very much.”

“As if you mind,” Gina grinned. 

Harry glanced at her before turning to Amy, the arguably most sober one from all of us, “Will you two be alright without us?”

“Of course,” she assured him, “Go get Y/N home.”

….

It was a funny drive home.
Harry spent the whole twenty minutes apologizing profoundly to the cab driver who had to endure me singing christmas songs (baldy), me shouting at Harry that I was serious and sure that I would throw up right now (I didn’t), me crying because I was embarrassing Harry and finally, me complimenting a helpless Harry every five seconds. 

“I love your hair,” I’d sighed, one fist holding on to it tightly, “So fucking soft.”

“Thanks, love,” Harry sighed, by this point just letting me say and touch whatever I wanted since trying to shut me up had proven itself to be pointless. 

I leaned in closer, my lips ghosted over the shell of his ear and Harry’s toes curled when I moaned faintly and my warm breath hit his skin. “Tell you a secret. I wish I knew what it was like to hold on to it during sex.”

“And on that note,” the cab driver interrupted, “M’glad to say that we have reached your destination.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever tipped somebody as much as I did that poor man,” Harry groaned as he carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom. 

I giggled against his neck and kicked my legs back and forth. “You’re such a good guy, H.”

Once there, he dropped me on my mattress and began to remove my shoes with quick fingers, freeing my aching feet.

“Want me to help with your dress as well?” he asked, genuinely trying to help and with no erotic thoughts behind his suggestion at all. Well, perhaps some.

I gave a lazy nod and stretched out my arms. “Yes please.”

A shirt was dropped on my chest and I giggled when Harry accidentally tickled me by touching my sides briefly. He fumbled to find the zipper, pulled it down and slowly began to push the material off my shoulders and then down my stomach, all the while trying to adjust the shirt he’d thrown over me like a blanket so it kept certain areas covered from his eyes. 

“You’re so sweet,” I cooed once I lay technically naked, except for the shirt, before him, “A real gentleman.” 

“Thanks,” he hummed, “Now put the shirt on while I’ll find you a pair of shorts, alright?”

With numb fingers I somehow managed to push my body up and into a sitting position and then pull the shirt over my head. It fell over my thighs and it was then that I realized the shirt wasn’t mine, but the silky fabric he’d been wearing all night. I diverted my eyes to the Styles resting right over my left breast, and blushed. 

“Suits you,” he hummed and smiled when my eyes found his where he stood by the edge of my bed. Topless. 

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I sighed, a small grin pulling at my lips, “Didn’t even have to throw up on you first.”

He laughed and shrugged at that, then tossed me a pair of shorts, though when I groaned and complained that I couldn’t put them on myself, he complied and helped me pull them up my legs. 

“Do you think we can skip brushing my teeth?” I whimpered, the thought of getting up saddening me somehow. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed and sat down beside me, and his heart aching at how adorably uncertain I looked, “Please don’t drink like this again, alright?” 

“Alright, “ I nodded and he smiled softly when my fingers found his. 

For a moment we stayed silent, my eyes were set on his hand while his didn’t leave my face. My head wasn’t too cloudy anymore, maybe because the water he’d forced me to drink before carrying me to bed, was working wonders already, and slowly I started to realize what I’d done. Oh, shit.

“I kinda flirted with you tonight,” I murmured, hot embarrassment burning my cheeks.

Harry giggled adorably and I moved to make room for him so he could slip under the blanket and cover me with it as well. My head found his shoulder to rest on and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into his chest. 

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and dropped a kiss to my temple, “Don’t be. S’fine.”

We fell silent once more, our eyes focused on different spots in my room and slowly we both felt sleep creep up on us. 
I scratched his bare tummy with my fingers and sighed against his skin. This felt incredible. The silk material warmed against my skin as it lay pressed to his naked chest, a fact I under other circumstances would have swooned over.
He held on to me tighter. 

“M’only saying this because you’re my best friend,” he sighed against my forehead and moaned lowly when my leg pushed between his so we lay wound together, “And because I think the alcohol s’gonna delete the memory off your brain by tomorrow anyway, but I kinda fancy you, Y/N.”

The words were rushed and his chest rumbled under my ear when he spoke. I cuddled myself further against him, joy and love warming my heart.

“Good,” I murmured and placed a soft kiss to the warmth of his jaw, “Kinda fancy you as well, H.”

The white pillow our heads were resting on dipped when he turned his head and upon looking up our eyes met, curiosity and surprise reflecting in the other’s orbs.

“Huh,” he hummed and a finger found my cheek to caress it tenderly, “Okay. Maybe try not to forget this bit of the night then.”

“I’ll give it my best.” 

We didn’t kiss that night, though I burned to do so. But Harry already hadn’t imagined to admit how he felt while I was intoxicated, the truth had just spilled out of him at the sight of me comfortable and pressed to his chest and because it felt so good to be cuddled up to me in my bed, but he at least he wanted our first kiss to be when we were both sober and, well, when it was perfect.
And turned out perfect came the next morning, when both of our mouths smelled of morning breath and they met each other smiling, after I’d sleepily hushed into his ear that my memory was very much in tact and that I still very much and head over heels, adored my best friend.


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And: Christmas Harry

I want to tell a story about a Santa and a fiddling Christmas Tree.

So I make costumes. Not your average fitted attire. I mean I do that too, but not just that. I make BIG costumes. Like with metal and shit. So about October-ish, I contacted a costume making studio that does work with a convention called “Dickens-fair”. Maybe You’ve heard of it. It is a Christmas fair that turns the whole center into a replica of Dickens’ London, complete with actors who represent his characters. I had always wanted to go and was just trying to think of ways to help out.

I contacted the head person for costumes for the actors and I told her I make period pieces and I specialize in weird stuff, but also in turning old thrift store items into period attire. She emailed me back and was like “Come meet me” and so I did. I came out to her studio and was sitting with her folks, showing her pictures of all the stuff I’d done I was proud of. Then she says…”Wait…I have an idea.”

She tells me that every year, Dickens-fair has this one performer who is a fiddling Christmas tree. Like What? yes. A tree…that fiddles. Apparently it’s like the fucking Mickey of Dickens-fair. Only, her outfit was made a few years back  from fabric, and kind of looked like a dunce cap with streamers. She told me that this year, the Fiddling Tree wanted a new costume. She says “Can you make a Christmas tree that can fiddle?”

I’m like…no. “If she can fiddle and wear a tree, then I can build a tree that can be worn by a fiddler. Hell yeah.”

And she’s like…”It can’t touch her shoulders, and it has to fit over her normal costume, and it has to be period accurate, so all period ornaments.” 

And I’m like…bitch, “I got this.” 

She says “Come back in a week and meet her and give us your idea.”

So I designed…because I make costumes and I have Christmas in my blood. My mom always tells this story about how when I was like 4, I was with her at the train station in LA and I saw this man sitting on a bench. Now this man wore blue denim overalls, with a long sleeved red shirt, had a white beard, and carried a wooden cane carved with Rudolph, who had a gemstone nose…He was fucking Santa. Admit it. And 4 year old me was like……SANTA? My mom always says I stared at him hard and then tried to climb in his lap, like for real Tim Allen from Santa Clause style, but he was cool, and pulled me into his lap and had a whole conversation with me about whether or not I was being good…in July. According to my mom, he told her he was a professional Santa and this was something he always got from kids, and that he loved it. He then got picked up by a woman in a convertible and drove away.

My mom has been telling me this story since I was five. 

So this year, about 3 years ago, I was like…A Christmas tree that fiddles…I got this.

I mean, I drew this shit. I went to hardware stores and craft shops and I priced out this shit. There were emails about what I could expect to be the substructure. I made a barbie doll scale model with pipe cleaners. I came in with a fucking Plan.

And they laughed and said… “We love the barbie…OK.”

So I had a budget. I had an idea. And I went with it. I made measurements and all sorts of stuff. Let me tell you about this costume…

This woman is 6′2″. She fiddles. She wears, beneath the tree, a full period costume. This means a bell hoop skirt and a corset. I made sure they had a hoop for her that was carved from fucking PVC pipe and a steel boned corset, and I went to work. I had frames…on fucking chains…from MY CEILING. I had the whole thing mapped out.

A lightweight metal skirt in a grid pattern made from chain, linked together in a mesh. gathered at the waist and clipped like a belt. Over the head, a cone-like structure carved out of mesh, mounted on braces that were lashed to the torso with straps bolted into the metal cross-braces. A light aluminum frame. And over this…a cape, made from long dangling chains. Every inch of chain was coated in weatherproofing green paint. Every few links…a limb hacked off a fake plastic Christmas tree. Woven amidst these? A series of handmade and donated ornaments, including fake cookies made from clay, fake candles with a remote control that controlled the flicker. I had paper ornaments, streamers, instruments made of brass, birds, candies made from plastic…I mean I had everything, and all to period. I worked and worked on this for months and had numerous fittings.

The aluminum headpiece came along. I was stressed. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to make this fucking cone mount on her chest so her shoulders would be free. I mean I had ideas - like a cone, but with a back and front piece that came down her torso and to which, straps were fixed that clipped at the sides. This would distribute weight evenly through the corset and allow for freedom of the shoulders. But! I didn’t have a firm plan. I went to the hardware store.

Me. Three months pregnant. All cute and glowy and shit.

And I walked into the section where all the plumbing and flashing is. Now I know my way around. I hate going here because I’m usually hassled by a dude who thinks girls can’t know shit about hardware. But this time…this time it was a nice old man with a snowy white beard, wearing a red shirt and a green apron. I’m like…he’s a Santa…this is fate.

He comes over and says “What can I help you with today?”

And so I tell him the whole story. About the tree, and the odd parameters, the physics, the complexities. I tell him what I’m trying to create, this cone of metal lashed to the chest, and he…

Smiles. 

He tells me, “I’m a Santa. I do it every year. I love this project! I want to help!”

As we are brain storming, and he’s showing me all the products that might work, he mentions to me that he isn’t the first Santa in his family.

“My dad did it for most of his life.”

“Man, I have such respect for Santas. My mom always tells this story about me meeting this man who looked like a Santa at a train station and trying to sit on his knee.”

The man got very quiet. “At a train station?”

“Yeah, like he was wearing overalls and a red shirt and had this carved cane…”

“I remember that cane,” he says.

I turn to him… “The one with Rudolph?”

“With a ruby nose. Yeah. After he died I looked everywhere for it, but I couldn’t find it.”

I stopped. Like straight up stopped moving, with like my limbs all cold as snow. “Wait a minute? What? Are you telling me you know that Santa?”

“I think that was my dad. He is exactly as you say. He worked on the railroad as a conductor for most of his life, and when he retired they gave him free travel. He was always taking trips, and he always went as Santa, because after he retired, he did that full time.”

“Did your mom own a convertible? Like a sleek one?”

“Yup.”

I lost it. I’m in the middle of fucking Ace Hardware, talking to Santa, about my Santa, the one I can’t remember, but always knew existed, and that man is this Santa’s daddy. And here I am…shopping for parts to a fiddling Christmas tree. I cried like a little kid. He hugged me. I apologized and told him I was in my first trimester. He said it was fine. He gave me his card. Told me he was glad to hear his father had had such an impact on kids. He helped me pick out my tree pieces and then checked me out.

I built the best fucking tree you ever saw. I wove metal. I bent aluminum. I used riveters. I worked with saws, and vices, and paint, and glue, and fucking plastic clay. I did everything wearing gloves and a mask because of baby. I did it all like I had a fire under me, because fuck that…I’m not letting Santas down.

And this is what I made.

This was the dry fitting, the trial run. We fluffed it out with more limbs, added bits here and there, or planned for more. I strung this fucking thing from my rafters on a mannequin and we had a tree decorating party, putting ornaments on it like it was a real tree. Then we had her put on the whole thing, and we watched her play “O Tannenbaum”

And it was the best Christmas moment ever, for me. 

That year, I had free tickets to Dickens-fair. I went and caught sight of my Christmas tree fiddling around, playing songs for kids and spreading the spirit. Then later I saw the fiddler dancing in Fezziwig’s ball, with her tree skirt still on over her dress. It was awesome, seeing this 7.5′ tall tree gliding around, this thing I made, with help from My Santa’s Son.

I was Santa that year. It made my holiday.

So the next time you meet a Santa… it might not be the real guy… but you needed to meet him. And if you are a Santa… this is what you do. This is your legacy.

Keep it up.

~College!au Pen Pal Namjoon~PART FOURTEEN:END

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Originally posted by parkjiminer

“You’re my pen pal,” Namjoon repeated for the millionth time. “It all makes so much sense now.”

“It does?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No wonder, Hoseok hyung was acting so giddy lately. I thought it was just the fact that I was going to stop by the dorm–”

“You were?”

“Heh–uh, yeah. But you technically know that since I told you…as your pen pal.”

Closing your eyes, you suddenly remembered all the texts you two’ve exchanged as pen pals. How did you not realize sooner? It was obvious!

“I wanted to apologize–”

“So that ‘girl you hate’ is actually the girl who ruined our relationship?” Your heart sank. You remembered her. She sent you sweet smiles months prior to her snake-like ways. While you were with Namjoon, she found a way to insert herself into her life, but not as a close friend. No, she was more a familiar face you grew to like to see in public.

Who knew her target was your boyfriend? She walked past you with her sweet smiles and cute greetings and at the time, you didn’t notice the winks and flirtatious smiles she sent Namjoon. 

And he fell for them. He started to engage in conversation with you and at first, you thought nothing of it. Then the arguments began…


“What’s gotten into you?”

“C’mon, live a little!”

“Live? You do know that I can’t just blow off my education right?”

“Skipping a day isn’t going to blow off your education, Y/N,” Namjoon muttered. 

“Sure, but it will when this is the fourth time you asked this week!”

“You know what? Whatever. I just wanted to do something fun with my girlfriend but, of course, you’re too consumed with your own life to acknowledge mine.” And with that, he stormed away from you leaving you in front of the building of your next class on campus. 


The next argument you had was what led to your downfall…

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” you replied softly, not forgetting the argument you had a few days earlier.

Namjoon leaned down to give you a peck on the cheek and sat across from you in the cafe. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, our fight?”

“What fight?” He looked up from his coffee with a confused brow raised.

“The one about skipping class?”

“Oh, we’re over that right?” he waved you off with a laugh. You squinted your eyes as if analyzing him. What’s up with him? He’s acting so different lately.

“Well, I’m not,” you crossed your arms. Not only did he not apologize, he didn’t even talk to you until earlier that day when he said to meet him at the cafe. You thought he was going to apologize but you guessed not. 

“What do you mean? You’re not over it?”

“Uh, Joon, you yelled at me for caring about my education and said I’m too consumed with my own life.” You were hurt. It was like he didn’t even know he did something wrong. 

“Well because you are. You never have fun! That’s okay, though. I found a new ditch buddy,” he smiled warmly. 

“Ditch buddy?”

“Yeah, you know that girl you talk to sometimes in the hall? The one I just started to talk to?”

“Oh, Y/F/N?” Your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yes! She’s who I was with the other day. She’s really cool, you know? I can definitely see you two being friends,” He grinned.

“Nice to know but uh, you still haven’t apologized.”

“You still want me to apologize? Fine, I’m sorry–”

“What’s is going on with you lately? You’re acting so off,” You frowned, grabbing your coffee cup and tossing it into the garbage. Namjoon followed you out of the cafe and walked along campus.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting so cold lately. When’s the last time you’ve told me something about your day? I miss your stories you tell me,” You smiled softly at the thought of the random events he went through that he told you about. 

“Geez, I didn’t think you liked them that much,” he rolled his eyes. “Besides, telling them twice isn’t the same.”

“Twice?”

“I told Y/F/N first.” Oh. OH. 

“You told her before your own girlfriend?” You were more confused than anything else. How did he get so close to a girl he met a few weeks ago? It took him a few months to open up to you. 

“Yeah…” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Okay,” you stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Why do I feel like you care about her more than me? Now that I think about it, you sure seem giddy whenever we’re in the same room as her.”

“She’s cool. I like being her friend.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s kind of like you’re wrapped around her finger. Pfft, like she’s the one who persuaded you to skip class,” You laughed humorlessly. When he didn’t reply, you looked back up at him.

“She didn’t,” You trailed off, your heart sinking even further down your chest. 

“She said it’d be fun!”

“Who even are you? You don’t do your homework anymore and it’s like you’re a completely different person!”

“Not my fault Y/F/N is showing me a fun time while you’re not.”

You blinked, speechless. Did he just say another girl was treating him better than you have?

“Well, if she’s showing you such a fun time, maybe you should date her then,” you huffed. 

“Hah, maybe I should!” He paused before holding his arm out, “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean that–”

But that’s all you needed to hear before tears brimmed your eyes and you walked away from Namjoon.


“I’m such an idiot. Y/N, you don’t know how lost I am without you. I thought you were holding me down but actually, you were the one pushing me in the right direction. I was just too stubborn to realize.”

“Joon–”

“No, please. Let me speak. Even before our breakup, I treated you like absolute shit. I was hanging out with another girl just because she caught my eye because of her wild nature. And that is honestly the worst thing I could’ve done. She knew I’d run straight to her after the break up. But I’m the one to blame. I wish I knew how amazing you were since the beginning. You’ve always been there for me and I wish I was there for you.”

“You have been. You just lost yourself a bit,” A smile tugged at your lips. You knew how bad he felt. Hell, you’ve been talking to him about you all these months.

“I love you, Y/N,” He declared, causing your heart to flutter. It’s been a while since you heard those words from him and it was something you were yearning for. “Would you ever forgive me?”

“You sure that I’m the one you want?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear,” You pulled Namjoon into a tight embrace. Leaning away from him, arms apart, you leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss to the lips. 

“AH! Yes!! Finally! Who came up with this plan? I did! Yes, I did!” An ecstatic Hoseok jumped from behind the couch. He pulled you both held each other in a tight hug.

“Hey, wait a minute. You referred to me as Jerkface!” Namjoon smirked, looking at you. 

“You pissed me off. Aren’t I allowed to, big guy?”

“Fair enough, babe.”

“And don’t forget: You left me on read on purpose!”

“It was funny!”

As you two bickered over your past pen pal conversations, Hoseok was watching from afar next to Jungkook, smiling.

 “Who would’ve thought, though? Exes being pen pals. Must’ve been fate.”

“Must’ve been.”


AND ITS OVER!! I GAVE SOME BACKGROUND INFO ABOUT THE BREAKUP TOOOO HAHA;;;SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I literally started writing this at around seven and didn’t finish till now omgggg

I hoped you liked it!! I loved this twist of events soooo much and I hope you did!

Let me know here!

Also the next pen pal issssss…JIMIN!!! I’m excited for his, too, muahahah:))))

low temperatures - steve h.

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

warnings: being really really cold 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

summary: per your mother’s wishes, Jonathan was supposed to drive you home from school. Without your mother’s knowledge, he’s been forgetting to do so pretty often lately. Today, instead of walking home, you decided freezing to death is easier. Steve Harrington decides otherwise. 

word count: 1132

a/n: I originally ended to make this a multiple part thing but then I got a better series idea and just yasss. also this is the first stranger things fit I’ve ever done so please please please go easy on me 


You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth, watching as your breath clouded in the cold. Your ride was late. Actually, correction; your ride had forgotten they even were your ride. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him for it.

You and Jonathan weren’t exactly friends to begin with. It wasn’t that you hated each other it was just… acquaintances suited the two of you best. If it wasn’t for your mother always trying to push you two together, you questioned the fact that you two would even talk to each other at all. Not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in this mess right now, either. Regardless of how many times you objected this to your mother and insisted that he’d rather be with someone like Nancy, her and Ms. Byers both insisted that Jonathan driving you to school in the winter was simply the best decision, even though you had your own car. Ms. Byers called it being “safe,” while you mother hoped it would “spark something.”

Yet here you were, resorting to sitting on the sidewalk of the Hawkins High School parking lot defeatedly. To say that you were only a little upset over your current situation was an understatement. Maybe it was the cold, or the fact that this was the third time this has happened this week, but you were on the verge of tears. Instead of doing what you did the last two times and walking home, you figured if you sat here longer enough either one of two things would happen. A.) You’d freeze to death, or B.) Someone would realize you were gone and come get you.

But before another numbing thought could slip into your mind, a car pulled up near where you were sat as the driver slowly rolled the window down.

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White Lies: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

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A/N: Here is part 2, to make up for my absence the past two days. It’s a bit longer than part 1 too :) I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think! I thrive on your feedback ♥

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings:
- none. maybe language.

Tags: (at the end)

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“So how is this gonna go?” you asked Bucky in the car, on the way to his parent’s house, breaking the awkward silence that lingered.

“We just have to, yanno, convince my parents we’re a couple,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the road. You watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Hold hands, giggle at each other’s jokes, give flirty eyes, stuff like that?”

It was your turn to grip the handle of your bag tightly, causing indents from the material to appear on your hands.

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Wish

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Character Pairing: Prince!Bucky Barnes x Peasant!Reader

Word Count: 3,433

Warnings: None… just one giant fluff fest. 

A/N: This is my submission for @rotisserierogers Kumi’s Halloween Challenge! I know that Halloween is supposed to mean spooky… but I went whimsical instead! Prince!Bucky is so charming! 

Prompt: At midnight.

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“He means well.”

Bucky turned at the sound of his mother’s voice. Leaning his hip against the balcony railing, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“He does not listen to me,” Bucky said quietly.

She nodded with a sad smile, “James, your father just wants all of his affairs in order before he passes.”

Bucky looked out over the palace grounds, “I don’t want an arranged marriage, mother.”

She raised her hand and cupped his cheek in her palm, “It is a way for your father to be certain the kingdom will be safe.” She lowered her hand to gesture out beyond the balcony, “Having you take the princess’s hand in marriage will secure allies and armies. Her father has agreed to share his land, so a merging of kingdoms is necessary.”

Bucky sighed and looked down at her, “I want love and happiness, is that too much to ask for?”

She chuckled softly, “My son, those things come in time.” She thought fondly for a minute, “I grew to love your father, even though I did not care for him in the beginning. But, my duty as his wife and Queen was and still is important. As is the same for you. You must do what the title of being the future King demands.”

“I did not ask for that title,” Bucky said with disdain. When he saw his mother wince, he immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry mother. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” He reached up and pushed his fingers through his hair, dislodging the bun at the nape of his neck. “I don’t feel ready for all of this.”

Looping her arm through his, she spoke softly, “No one ever is, my sweet Prince.”

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