“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom.
“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”
Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”
Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose.
“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now.
“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up.
The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned.
“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world.
Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt.
Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips.
Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?
Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.
This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.
Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.
Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that
This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently.
I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead.
This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion.
He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.
While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)
When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.
They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.
It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?
She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.
In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)
Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow.
Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.
Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.
Word Count: 1054
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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19!
Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.
“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”
The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”
As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins.
You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.
Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.
“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.
I hope that snotty attitude keeps you company on the long hike.
worked at an amusement park while in college. It was built in a huge
circle with a train and a gondola swing that cut down on walking to far
flung areas. I worked at a point furthest from the entrance and would
let customers know that the gondolas were closing soon and trains would
shut down at closing time, even though the front of the park would
remain open later.
A group of girls, some wearing ridiculous attire (stacked heels at an
amusement park, really?), came to my cart a few minutes before closing
time and didn’t want the popcorn I had bagged up. I think what was said
was “Uh uh.. we paid too much money to get in here, I’m gonna need you
to get the fresh popcorn.” So, not only did I have to make fresh popcorn
and re-clean my machine, but they were snotty and rude and SOOO SLOW!
To top it off they spilled the fresh popcorn all over so I had to
Naturally when it came time to leave I steered them away from the
path that would lead to the last departing train towards the already
closed gondolas, knowing that by the time they turned around and made
their way back the train would be long gone and so would I.
It was at least a half hour walk to the front entrance.
A/N: It’s 3 AM and I decided to not sleep and write this instead. I missed my one year fic-i-versary (it was the 21st) so pretend that this is written for that. Thank you guys for everything you have done for me and for making me feel so loved - I wouldn’t be where I am today without you all. I hope you enjoy this.
Summary: Your relationship with Spencer has had its ups and downs like any normal marriage, but it is put to the test when Spencer gets put on trial for murder. (Think 12x15)
Word Count: 1500 ish
Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (It’s kind of crucial that you at least have a little idea of what’s happening in the show before reading this). Angst.
Being Spencer Reid’s wife was like a dream come true.
He constantly showered you with his love, left you little love notes all around your apartment, and stole kisses from you when you made breakfast. When he was out on a case, he would always be sure to send you something. Whether it be a single long stemmed rose or a bag of your favorite candy, even when he was away he would make sure that you knew that he was thinking about you. The love you had for each other was unwavering and everlasting, as it was stated during your wedding ceremony. Nothing could change that.
The way he loved your daughter, Brynn, made you fall in love with him even more. He video-called the two of you when he was away and spent every waking minute that he was home with her. Spencer would do anything to make her smile. That little girl had her father wrapped around her little finger.
Ta-da! It’s finally here! I’m sorry for such a long wait! First chapters in a story always take me a while >.< they do after all, set the stage for all the events coming forward!
As always, please leave me asks about what you think when you’ve finished reading!
Something warm and wet presses against your forehead, and you crinkle your eyes in mock annoyance, a smile already forming on your face.
“Mmm…stop that.” You mumble, turning to the other side of the bed to escape whatever disturbed your sleep. Or, whoever.
Strong arms drape around your body, giving a sharp tug. You feel yourself roll back the other way, returning to the exact position you had just escaped from.
“Good morning my love.” A kiss to your nose.
You feel the weight of the ring on your finger shift as he plays with it absent mindedly.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” A kiss to your cheek.
You carefully peek one eye open, “Did you really wake me up just to tell me that?” Though you try your best to sound stern, even you hear the giggling tone in your voice.
“I need to go to work love.” A kiss to your other cheek.
You turn your head to look at the clock, was it that late already? Turning back you finally notice that Jumin isn’t in his sleeping attire, the fabric of the striped suit staring at you tauntingly.
“I’m sorry…I hadn’t meant to sleep in so late.” You mumble ashamed at how you had even slept through him getting ready.
A gentle hand sweeps over your hair lovingly, “You worked late last night. It’s alright.” Jumin stands from the bed, your arms still thrown around his neck. Instead of detaching them Jumin opts to take you with him to the door, lifting you up from the bed, carrying you as he walked. Your legs wrap around him, and in the short 300 steps it takes to get to the front entrance you sprinkle kisses along his jaw and on his neck.
When he finally arrives at the door you step down sorrowfully, “Have a good day at work.”
You stand over him as he sits to put on his shoes, a frown on your face. Your hair is still disheveled from sleep, lips still swollen from last night’s kisses, your voice is husky, muscled and toned with half awakeness.
Jumin turns from his shoes to glance at you behind him. He lets out a small smile at the very displeased frown on your face. He stares at your messy hair and listens to your musky voice. You’re so beautiful. He always hated leaving you in the morning.
“Will you be home for dinner? You remember our plans right?” You grumble, knowing deep inside that you shouldn’t be acting like such a child. But you couldn’t help it, after all, life was so much better when you both were together.
Jumin tightens his left shoe and stands, turning to face you.
“Yes, yes.” He says dismissively.
There’s a large grin on his face. “I’m heading off now.”
You almost roll your eyes with amusement. Ever since you both had gotten engaged Jumin made it clear to you that he would not leave to work, or anywhere for that matter, without a goodbye kiss from you.
“My, what a doting husband I’m going to have.” You tease, taking steps towards him nonetheless.
“Mmmm, of course.” A kiss to your lips.
It takes you by surprise, “Weren’t you the one who insisted I be the one to kiss you?”
“Of course” He says teasingly, and you look down to discover his eyes closed slightly, his lips pouted out towards you expectantly.
With a mock sigh you move onto the tips of your toes, and press a kiss to his lips softly. A satisfied rumble escapes his chest and you almost let out a laugh at the thought that he resembled a large black cat purring.
Jumin can feel your smile on his lips, and a small growl slips through his mouth. He nips your bottom lip, as if asking how you could dare to think of other things. You pull away, cheeks flushed and your heart a flutter for more. Always more. Jumin’s thumb runs over your lip slowly, as if he were preparing himself to part with you for eternity.
“I’m going love.”
With a nod you smile at him, handing him his brief case and waving him goodbye out the door.
With a sigh you stared at the door. Honestly, it wasn’t like he would be gone forever. With a huff you rolled your eyes at your own clinginess.
Something soft and warm brushes in between your legs, and you look down with a smile.
“Good morning Elizabeth. You just missed your father.” You laugh, scooping her up into your arms. The cat begins to let out purrs instantly.
You laugh, “Like father like daughter.”
You spent the rest of the day tidying the house and baking sweets. Baking had always been your passion, and you thought that you were pretty good at it! You ran a small bakery, and even sold your goods online!
You set a small plate of lemon bars on the counter, saving them for Jumin before scooping Elizabeth the Third up and settling onto the couch to watch some tv.
Flickering through the channels you smiled as your phone chime went off.
Jumin : I miss you.
You: I miss you t-
“…Mr. Han! Please, tell us your thoughts on your son’s engagement!”
Those words catch your attention, and you stop mid text, your eyes returning to the tv screen. Elizabeth the Third meows loudly.
It was no secret to you that Mr. Han wasn’t fond of you. Jumin had taken you along to enough business parties for you to begin noticing Mr. Han’s annoyed glances towards. Or his refusal to speak to you. Mr. Han didn’t approve of you, but there was no way he would claim that you and Jumin weren’t engaged on national television was there?
Jumin and arguments with his father often about you. It always killed you to see Jumin argue with his father, knowing full well just how much Jumin respected him. In the end, the arguments were always one and the same. If you belonged in the Han family.
“He isn’t a bad man MC.”
Jumin had once whispered those words into your ears. And though you wanted to believe him, how could you?
Your eyes refocused back to the images on the screen. Mr. Han’s stern face was masked in unamusement. And you fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger nervously. Next to you your phone begins to ring loudly. It’s Jumin. Ahhh…he must have realized that you’d be watching.
You pick up the call quietly, pressing the phone to your ear, knowing full well he’d just continue to call if you ignored him. Your eyes never leave the screen, and your heart begins to beat rapidly as you wait for Mr. Han to respond.
“Turn it off.” Jumin’s voice booms through the cell phone, angrily. Worridly.
“It’s alright.” You reassure him. “I just…want to see what he says for myself.”
You hear Jumin let out an exasperated sigh, “My love-”
Those words echo off the tv, and they cause your heart to stop in your chest.
On the screen Mr. Han stares directly into the camera, as if knowing that you would be watching.
“My son has no partner. My son is not engaged.” He states, his eyes never leaving the screen.
The reporter lets out an awkward laugh, “But sir, we have reports that Mr. Jumin has gotten engaged to MC. We even have reports that they live together.”
Mr. Han lets out a patient sigh. “ Simply puppy love. He’s just infatuated with the girl. He is my son after all.” He jokes, causing the sea of reporters around him to laugh as well.
Your lips tremble slightly as you turn off the tv. Rejected. Mr. Han just rejected your engagement to the whole wide world.
“MC.” Jumin’s voice calls out from the speaker, and you jump slightly, having forgotten that he was on the line. From the sound of his voice, you can tell that he too, watched the broadcast.
“I’m alright.” You state, lips trembling a little more, the diamond ring on your finger shining brightly at you.
“I’m alright.” You whisper again, covering your shaking lips as tears fall from your eyes. You refuse to let Jumin know that you’re crying.
Jumin’s soft curse under his breath lets you know that you’re failing at masking your voice.
“I’ll call him right now. I’ll make him announce our engagement. I’ll-”
“It’s okay Jumin.” You cut him off.
“Let him be, it’s alright. I’m alright.” You say gently.
The other side of the line grows quiet, and then finally, “I wish I were there to hold you.”
You let out a small laugh as a sniffle escapes you, “That would only spell trouble for Jaehee.”
“Doesn’t matter.” The smile in his voice makes your heart loosen slightly.
“Come home quickly, I miss you.” You say no longer caring just how needy you sound.
“I’ll try my love. After all, we do have very important guests coming later tonight.”
You smile at that, “You adore my younger sister way too much.”
Jumin lets out a deep chuckle, “And our niece is even cuter.”
You let out a content sigh as you examined the table spread you had set up. An elegant white table cloth clothed the smooth ebony table, held in place by a vase full of peonies (Easter egg! Go read peonies if you haven’t ^^) that you had placed as a centerpiece. White plates with gold spirals stood guard along the edge of the table, the gold matching the faint yellow of the napkins.
You smiled as your eyes drifted to the corner of the table. A child’s high chair stood right in between two dining ones, and you let out a laugh as you saw how out of place it was.
The sound of the doorbell draws your attention away from the table.
“Coming~” You say as you make your way towards the front door.
You swing the door open with a large smile on your face.
Your younger sister stands in the doorway, a similar smile on her face.
“Hey!” She greets cheerfully, and you quickly pull her into a hug before making way for her to enter the penthouse.
“Wow…’ She breaths as she enters. She sets the car seat in her hands gently on the floor, looking around the penthouse in wonder. “You know, I’ll never wrap my head around the fact that you live here.”
You laugh in answer, you attention solely on the angel strapped inside the car seat. You snap the handle back, and smile down at the little girl buckled inside.
“Hello Akari” You whisper quietly as you lift your niece out of the seat.
She giggles in your arms, blubbering when you rub your nose gently across hers.
“How old is she now?” You ask your sister, turning to face her as you place Akari on your hips.
“She’s about a year now.” Your sister answers, eyes bright as she watches the two of you.
The two of you play with Akari for a while, watching her explore the penthouse and babbling away.
The sound of the front door opening draws your attention away. Jumin’s home!
You snatch Akari up from the floor, ignoring your sister who laughs at you, as you make your way to welcome Jumin.
“Akari, look who’s ho-” You stop short as you look up from the baby in your arms.
Rigid eyes greet you. Slightly shorter. Slightly more grey hair. Mr. Han.
The smile falls off your face instantly.
“M-Mr. Han.” You stutter out, your mouth suddenly dry. Why was he here?
Mr. Han looks around the penthouse slowly, eyes stopping briefly to look at your sister, at Akari, and then finally, back on you.
“I see that Jumin isn’t home yet.” He states.
You nod quietly, giving a little jump as you reposition Akari.
“Ms. MC, my son tells me that you’re quite intelligent.” Mr. Han says.
You backtrack. What?
“He flatters me Mr. Han.” You reply curtly.
You finally move your eyes to his own, and you instantly regret your choice.
An ugly sneer replaces his emotionless face. “Yes, it would seem that my son does flatter you. A little too much. You would think that someone with intelligence would take the hint after watching today’s interview.”
His words pierce your heart. But Mr. Han isn’t finished.
“And would you look at this!” He exclaims, gesturing to your sister and Akari.
“I’ve read up on your family Ms. MC. Your sister got involved with a bad man. Not only did he swindle her of everything, he even left her with a child! I’m not sure how you tricked Jumin, but I can see right through you.”
You rush to explain, “No Mr. Han it isn’t like that, I promise you! Most of the debt is already paid, Jumin doesn’t even know anything about i-”
“I will never accept you as my daughter-in-law.”
Mr. Han’s words cut you off harshly. He glares at you from where he stands, until his eyes slowly fall onto Akari, as if remembering that an infant were present this whole time.
“I won’t ever accept you. You, or your future children.”
His words come out like venom. They poison the air and taint the feelings in your heart.
As if on queue, Akari begins to cry, loud wails echoing off the empty walls. Off of Mr.Han. Your heart wrenches in your chest. It’s almost as if Akari cries for you.
Instantly your sister rushes forward from off the couch to take her daughter and you let her, stuck frozen in place from Mr. Han’s words. After a few moments Akari’s cries turn to sniffles, and Mr. Han clears his throat as he prepares to leave.
“Please don’t let this drag on Ms. MC.” He says, before shutting the door firmly behind him. Shutting the door, on you.
Annnnnnnnnd that’s that! I swear it’ll get more interesting soon!!!! Like I said before, I’m simply setting the stage at the moment.
As always, thank you all for your endless support, and look forward to chapter 2 ^^
word count: 9k (god damn it’s more than the first chapter!!)
genre: smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Angst & Smut Word count: 3,592
Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.
A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles. SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual.
He believed you didn’t know.
Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.
But you knew.
You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.
He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.
After two months of constantly trying to get in contact with Harry, Y/N thought this was his way of saying goodbye. As Y/N was placing pictures of her and Harry into a box, she laughed to herself. Only for a break, he said. This is a way to bring us closer together again. You sighed and put the box filled with memories of Harry down onto your desk. After accepting defeat that Harry was going his own way and pursuing his dreams, Y/N thought it was best to move on as well. She stopped talking to his family. Anne and Gemma were sweet after Harry left on tour. Constantly checking up on her and seeing if they could help her in any way possible. Anne even stopped by her apartment and brought her homemade brownies that Y/N loved so much. Y/N felt guilty for cutting them out of her life but she felt like it wasn’t fair to keep talking to them. She didn’t want them to feel as if they had to walk around egg shells around her. She also didn’t want them to judge Harry for what happened between them. She would never want that. And to be honest with herself, she felt as though if she remained in contact with them, it wasn’t fair for Harry. It was his family. No matter how much they treated you like you were a part of it.
You plopped down onto your bed and placed your arms on top of your eyes. All of a sudden your phone started to ring next to you. “Hello?”
“Y/N! How you holding up?” Your best friend, Lucy, was by your side 24/7 during the whole ordeal. She agreed with you when you said the break was a stupid thing for Harry to suggest. She agreed with you when you were constantly calling Harry a dick for avoiding all of your calls (She even left a couple voicemails to him making sure he knew how much of an ass he was). She even agreed with you when you said moving on from him was going to be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. You were together for years. You can’t just forget about the good times you’ve had together. It was going to be hard, but not impossible, she would tell you.
“Hey Luce. I’m fine, yeah.” you sighed into the phone.
Lucy could tell you were exhausted. It was an exhausting thing to do; trying to reach out to someone, constantly being rejected, having to pack his things, having to accept that you were no matter part of something that you would thought was going to last forever. “I’m not going to suggest going out again, promise. Just thought you might want some girl time. Clear your head for a little while.”
You sat up slowly and bit your lip while looking at the box filled with Harry memorabilia across the room. “Actually…Let’s do it. That sounds perfect right now. I just have to drop something off first..”
Harry finally had a little break during his tour. Normally he would just stay in LA rather than going back to cold, rainy London but he couldn’t bring himself to stay at that house.
Harry cheated on you in that house. Wait. Is it cheating? he thought. Technically you guys were on break. Harry tried telling himself that but it didn’t stop his guilt flooding in his heart.
Currently Harry was sitting in a cab driving him back to his London apartment. He was scared being back home. How silly he thought. How silly of a grown man to be scared of the city. He was scared because he knew that being back home meant having to face you. He was the one that suggested a break but he would’ve never thought it would progress this long. He also knew how wrong it was to not communicate with you during the break. Especially because your calls and texts were nothing but loving to him.
I miss you more and more each day.
I watched a video of you performing Kiwi in LA. You were so good, baby!
I hope you’re not forgetting to take your vitamins, you silly boy.
Harry wanted to say something. He wanted to call you on the first night of his tour. He wanted to tell you how nervous he was. He wanted you to assure him he was amazing and that everything he did people were going to love but he couldn’t bring himself to dial your phone number.
He couldn’t do anything but just read your texts and ignore them simply because he was a coward.
That’s why he slept with that random woman. Because he was a coward. Instead of facing his problems, he added to the fire. After the woman left his house the next morning, Harry sobbed while holding a pillow against his chest. He pretended it was you and whispered how sorry he was for kissing someone that wasn’t you.
The cab halted to a stop in front of Harry’s apartment building. Harry sighed and thanked the man before hurrying inside.
You set the box on top of the counter. “Hey Gale. How are you today?” You softly smiled while looking at the doorman in front of you.
Gale looked up at you, “Doing alright. What can I do for you, Y/N?” Constantly being at Harry’s apartment, the people in charge of the building started taking a liking to you.
“Just need to drop some things off at Harry’s place. Mind if I head on up?” You asked while glancing inside the box.
“Sure. But looks like he’s coming in right now. Go on up with him” Gale smiled and looked behind you at the front entrance.
You instantly froze. What the hell was he doing back? Was it the 15th already? You knew that he had a break during the tour but you didn’t think he would come back home. Crap. Did he see me yet? Maybe I can just go hide behind the-
You closed your eyes and cursed at yourself for not having the ability to turn invisible.
You turned around slowly and avoided eye contact with the man that broke your heart a million times these past two months, “I dropped off your things.”
You quickly started to walk away but was stopped when Harry grabbed your arm softly. “Love, wait please. I haven’t seen you properly in two months. Let me explain-”
This time you scoffed. Suddenly something in your brain shifted. Instead of feeling sad and blaming yourself for what happened between you and Harry, you were furious. You harshly pulled your arm away and jabbed your finger into his chest, “How dare you. You don’t talk to me for months and waltz in like nothing’s wrong. Go to hell, Harry.” You quickly turned back around and stormed off.
Harry quickly dropped his duffel bag he was carrying and ran in front of you. “Love, please-”
“Stop calling me that!” You yelled while walking away.
“Y/N stop!” Harry screamed while grabbing you yet again. “Please just hear me out!”
“What! What could you possibly say!” Y/N screamed back at him while trying to pry his hands off her.
Harry started to notice people stopping to see who was yelling in the middle of the lobby. “Please..Please just come up to my place. Please, let’s just talk.”
Y/N looked around and began to notice the stares as well. You sighed. Might as well end it officially tonight and get your stuff back. "Fine.“ You shook Harry off and began walking to the elevators.
Harry quickly picked up his bag and the box you left on the front desk and followed you.
The elevator ride up was filled with silence. Harry was thinking of what he could possibly say to make things alright with you guys while you were thinking of how exhausted you were.
I need a drink the both of of you thought.
What felt like a lifetime for you and the shortest two minutes to Harry, the elevator finally stopped at Harry’s floor.
You crossed your arms and stepped out while Harry rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and stepped out as well.
Harry pulled out his keys and shakily tried unlocking the door. Wondering what was taking him so long to open the door, you then noticed how much he was shaking and placed your hands on top of his. "Let me..” you mumbled quietly. Harry nodded quickly and gave you the key. You unlocked the door and stepped inside his apartment. Slowly you walked over to his couch and sat down, looking down at your fingers.
Harry shut the door and walked in front of you. He stopped and stared at you. This was the first time in two months that he’s seen you. You had your hair in a ponytail and weren’t wearing any makeup. God, you looked so beautiful. Harry knelt down in front of you and placed his finger on your chin so you would look at him, properly. “I missed you so much, beautiful.”
You stared into his eyes, the anger quickly fading and the sadness you felt for the past two months came rushing back. “Please don’t say that.”
Harry sat next to you and grabbed your hands, “No. I mean it. I’m so sorry, lovely.”
You looked down at your fingers that were now intertwined with his. “If you missed me as much as you said you did..Why did you leave so suddenly. Why did you leave things the way you did.”
Harry sighed out, “I was scared that I would say something that would make things harder than they already were. We were already fighting so much and when we agreed to the break, we were already so vulnerable. I was scared, love.”
“I was scared too! But I still tried to make things somewhat better! I reached out to you! I made the effort! You didn’t!” You argued while tears brimmed your eyes. “I know! I just didn’t know what to do!” Harry could never come up with an excuse for his behavior. You did make an effort in the relationship but he never did. He let the negative thoughts conquer his mind and that got in the way of your relationship.
The both of you stayed silent. It was confusing. Y/N thought it was the end of the two of you but somehow, sitting next to him with his hands intertwined with yours, you didn’t want things to end.
Suddenly Harry whispered, “I slept with someone.”
You quickly looked at him and pulled your hand away. Harry visibly winced, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, love!”
“What? Is that..Is that why you wouldn’t speak to me? You were afraid I would find out?” You whispered.
“Yes..No..Yes.” Harry argued with himself, “We were already in a bad place when I left for tour and that just made it harder..”
“Harry, I-“ You began but Harry interrupted you, “Love, I will never forgive myself. I ruined our relationship in the worst way I possibly could but please..please don’t give up on me. I’ll make it up to you everyday. I’ll cancel my tour. Move in with me. Please, I’ll make it up to you.”
Y/N shook her head. Right from the beginning, she knew that when they were taking a break from their relationship, she knew something like this would happen.
“It’s best if we broke up.” You whispered.
Harry shook his head quickly and constantly. “No. No. We’re going to get past this. But no. We can’t break up. We’re getting married. love. We’re going to be with each other for the rest of our lives. We can’t do that if we’re broken up!” Harry knew he was sounding like a maniac but when it came to you, he was insanely in love with you. He made a mistake but you guys will be able to get over it. You guys were the couple everyone admired. Everyone was envious of your relationship. If you guys couldn’t make things work, what does that say about love?
“We’ve been apart for months. Even before the break..we were constantly fighting. The simplest things, we fought about. You just sleeping with someone else..It just shows that maybe we really aren’t meant to be..” You sighed. You climbed onto Harry’s lap and looked into his eyes, “Maybe the fire blew out a long time ago. We were going to end sooner or later.” Harry stared into your eyes that were filled with nothing but tears and hurt. “I refuse to believe that. We’re meant for each other.”
This time Y/N shook her head. “I’ll always love you, Harry. But I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted with the fighting and not to mention you’re still on tour. And..after this, I couldn’t even imagine myself for forgiving you for sleeping with some random girl.”
Harry buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was exhausted as well. He was tired of the fights and the accusations. But he didn’t want things to end. He knew in his heart that you guys were meant to be together. But he couldn’t let the relationship if you couldn’t forgive you. He knew that whenever he looks into your eyes, he’s just going to remember the mistake that he made. Every time he’s going to look into your eyes, he’s going to remember how heartbroken they looked when he confessed his mistake. “Okay..”
You pulled Harry closer together to you. This was the last time you would be able to hold him like this. This was goodbye.
and that’s it! thank you guys again so much for reading! honestly the feedback on part 2 was so amazing that i just couldn’t wait to write part 3! let me know what you guys think! and remember, requests are always open!
Summary: After you had finished
studying in the school library, you find Peter crying on the steps in front of
A/N: I don’t know if you’ll even like
this shit but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
shrill bell rang throughout Midtown High, signaling the end of the school-day.
You packed your bag, shoving your textbooks and papers inside. Stepping out
into the hall, you started on your new route to the school library, dodging and
weaving through the throng of people. Normally, you’d go straight home. But,
since you have a huge Chemistry test the next day, you thought it’d be in your
best interest to study as much as you could. On the way there, you kept your
head down, eyes on the floor, not wanting to attract the attention of any of
the bullies that might be lurking nearby. God knows you didn’t need that right
Hey, could you write a fic where Jughead and Archie are working at the construction and Betty and Veronica are going to see them. And just as they arrive, Juggie takes his plaid off (he doesn't notice them), and Betty freezes on the spot and drools over the hot body he was hiding? And Veronica is just as impressed. // Oddly specific, but it'd funny and awesome to see/read, hahahaha
I had way too much fun writing this lol. Enjoy!
“Jug, could you hand me that hammer over there?”
Archie gestured to the beat-up claw hammer sitting on the workbench, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Sure thing, Arch,” Jughead muttered, grabbing the hammer by the grip and holding it out for Archie to take.
Jughead adjusted his hardhat, squinting through the glare of the sun to scan the perimeter of the construction site.
“Did Veronica say what time she and Betty were getting here?” Jughead wondered, squatting to the graveled road to pick up a wood beam and haul it to the other side of the work area.
“No, but my guess is that it’ll be awhile,” Archie guessed, placing a nail onto a piece of wood and forcefully hammering it down. “Kevin likes to talk when he’s nervous and he has that big history test tomorrow so I bet he’s going to have a lot to say.”
“When doesn’t he have a lot to say?” Jughead pointed out, tossing the wood into the pile and turning back to Archie with an amused grin.
“Good point,” Archie laughed, stepping backwards to take a look at his handy work and setting the hammer back on the workbench.
“God, how is it November and still close to ninety degrees out here,” Jughead complained, undoing the first few buttons on his plaid shirt and rolling up the sleeves. “What I wouldn’t give for an Arctic snowstorm or some sort of ice apocalypse right now.”
“Better get used to it,” Archie told him. “Working in construction like this? It’s pretty much hot all year around.”
“How long did they say they were going to be?” Veronica whined from the front entrance of the construction site, lifting her foot to show Betty the fancy heels that her mother had bought her for her last birthday. “These shoes were not made for walking on gravel and don’t even get me started on what this heat is going to do to the suede lining on this jacket.”
“Patience, V,” Betty told her, glancing down at her watch to check how long they had been standing there. “Jughead and Archie said to meet them here after we were done studying with Kev. They didn’t give me a specific time.”
Betty stood on her tiptoes to see around the giant tree blocking their view of the project that Mr. Andrews and his crew were working on.
“Maybe they meant for us to meet them down at the trailer,” Betty muttered, tugging on Veronica’s sleeve as she trudged through the gravel to lead them farther into the construction area. “Come on, let’s take a walk down there.”
As they rounded the corner, Betty could hear men hammering and lugging large planks of wood around the dirt-covered work area and she knew that they were headed in the right direction.
“Well trust me when I tell you that they do not want to feel the weight of my wrath if this jacket is ruined because-”
“Veronica, shut up,” Betty muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as something -or rather, someone - caught her attention at the edge of the construction site.
Veronica glanced up to follow Betty’s gaze, her eyes going wide at the sight of Jughead unbuttoning his plaid button-down to reveal a surprisingly fit, surprisingly attractive, bare chest.
“Holy hipster-meets-abercrombie,” Veronica mumbled, her mouth dropping open as Jughead tossed his shirt onto a pile of wood beams. “How could you not tell me that broody had a body.”
“I’ve never actually… you know,” Betty stammered, her pulse quickening as Jughead squirted his water bottle over his head, the water droplets trickling down his body in slow motion.
“Seen the abs under all that plaid,” Veronica finished for her, one eyebrow twitching up curiously as they both gaped at the boy standing in front of them. “Well girl, let me be the first to tell you - you were missing out.”
“Tell me about it,” Betty breathed, her cheeks flushing pink as the temperature in the air continued to elevate the longer she watched him haul the wooden planks from the truck to the pile closest to the fence.
“Well if you don’t do something about it after seeing our own personal screening of Magic Mike: Misunderstood High School Boys Edition, I most certainly will,” Veronica warned, rummaging through her purse to pull out the copy of the Grapes of Wrath she borrowed from their English teacher and fanning herself with it dramatically.
“Veronica!” Betty protested, nudging her in the side with her elbow.
“Sorry, B, but your boyfriend has a bod,” Veronica stated. “And it’s working for him.”
“Okay can you stop staring at him like that please, you’re starting to look like a cat in heat,” Betty noticed, her eyes drawing away from Jughead to watch in horror as her best friend bit her bottom lip seductively at the sight of Betty’s shirtless boyfriend.
“You’re right, sorry,” Veronica muttered, shaking her head as if to draw herself out of a deep trance. “I just - I’ve always had this fantasy of a shirtless construction worker running towards me in slow motion - chiseled chest, dirt-smudged cheeks, a firm a-”
“V!” Betty shrieked, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from her view of Jughead.
“Okay okay, I’ll stop!” Veronica smirked, her eyes dancing wildly as she watched Betty’s gaze slowly drift back to a bare-chested Jughead. “But seriously, you’re going to do something about this right?”
“B,” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Betty, wiggling her eyebrows at her suggestively as she glanced from Betty, to Jughead, and back again. “Do I really have to spell it out for you.”
“Oh,” Betty mumbled under her breath, her eyes going so wide Veronica thought they might pop right out of her head as realization finally set in. “Oh!”
“Finally!” Archie called from the other side of the construction site, setting his equipment to the side and looking up to see his friends standing near the trailer. “What took you guys so long?”
“Oh you know,” Veronica called back, glancing at Betty slyly as her lips curled into an amused grin. “Just enjoying the view.”
“Yeah, the location’s great,” Archie agreed, turning on his heel to gesture towards to area of land behind them. “You can even see the river from over here.”
“Yeah, the river,” Veronica muttered as she and Betty took a few steps closer to meet Archie and Jughead halfway. “That’s totally what we were looking at.”
Jughead leaned forward to grab his shirt, but made no move to slip it back on over his bare shoulders.
“You okay, Bets?” Jughead asked, taking in her bewildered expression and flushed cheeks as he closed the space between them.
“Fine! Just a little…” Betty squeaked, her heart racing wildly as she struggled to pry her eyes away from his chest to meet his gaze. Being this close to him, Betty’s mind drifted to thoughts of her hands exploring his chest, her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his lips, his neck, his stomach.
@hello-shellhead messaged me yesterday about an idea for an AU based of the music video Genghis Khan and I hadn’t watched it before. So when I did, I instantly jumped at the idea because the song is really good and the video is so wonderful. So Gina and I talked about how it could possibly go and now it’s being turned into a post!
Tony is an evil genius who is constantly having his plans thwarted by Steve, who is a secret. The two of them have been enemies for a long time now but have actually developed a relationship of where they’re like friends. They talk to each other every now and then, in the middle of fights or if the other is tied up. It happens so often that Tony finds that he gets happy whenever Steve tries to infiltrate his lair, a small smile on his face as he sees his henchman bring Steve to him in cuffs.
Outside of his evil life, Tony has a home life with a wife, Whitney, and two kids. He goes home every day, plays with his kids that he adores ( Peter and Harley), and eating dinner with his wife that he doesn’t love. Tony knows that he’s unhappy in his marriage, has known this for a long time but a part of him is so scared to leave it because this marriage is safe and what he knows. So every night, while Whitney sleeps, he stays awake and thinks about the possible lives he could be living. One person comes into his mind, blonde hair and blue eyes, and Tony shakes his head. He rejects the thought because the two of them could never be together, they’re too different.
Steve was good and he was evil.
What he didn’t know was that Steve was having a same thought, thousands of miles away as he stared out of his hotel room in Istanbul.
The two of them meet again when Tony manages to lure Steve back to his lair to finish him off. He has Steve strapped to a metal table, a laser above and pointed at him, ready to kill. All Tony has to do is press the red button and Steve will be dead and gone, no longer ruining his plans.
But he finds that he can’t do it and chooses to release Steve, stopping his henchman as they try to grab him. His feelings for Steve are deeper than he thought and he can’t imagine a life where Steve doesn’t exist in it. Whether it be foiling his schemes or talking to him like he isn’t one of the most dangerous people in the world.
Steve almost makes a run for it but stops just as he’s at front entrance. He battles with his feelings for a moment, thinking that falling in love with Tony is absurd but it’s too late because it’s already happened. So he goes back and Tony is surprised to see him but by the soft and fond smile that Steve gives him, Tony knows that he’s no longer alone.
Tony divorces Whitney (much to her rage), and starts a happier and better life with Steve and his kids. Tony has quit being a villain and lives contently in the life that he had once pictured for himself but didn’t think it was possible. But now he is living it.
Whitney disappeared into the blue all of a sudden and while Tony and Steve live their lives, they don’t know that she has taken Tony’s place as a villain, quietly vowing to get Tony back.
(We also thought that Tony wouldn’t have the golden nose but would have his arc reactor instead!)