Request from @bucky-hackneyed:Can you do a Bucky x reader where Bucky is kind of an asshole to reader when she tries to flirt with him and then he tells her he doesn’t like her and she’s all heart broken?? But then Bucky catches feeling and then it fluffy stuff?
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Hurtful remarks, mild language, angst, heartbreak and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
“Earth to [y/n]!”
You were supposed to be training with
Natasha in the gym of Stark Tower but you found yourself unable to tear your eyes
away from the hot mess that was currently at the weights station. The redhead
waved her hand in front of your face to try and snap you back to reality and
after a few moments of doing so she succeeded as you shook our head and turned
your gaze back to your friend.
“Gees, you’ve got it bad!”
“What?” You furrowed your brows in
confusion having not even realised what it was you had been doing. “I have no
idea what you are talking about Nat.”
“Yeah that’s right, feign innocence,
but considering I have just been stood here for the past few minutes watching
you I know exactly what, or rather who, you were looking at. You are like it
every time he is in the gym.”
Could she really blame you though?
Bucky Barnes had the stature of a Greek God and that jawline of his….damn it
was sharp enough to cut something……
“[y/n] you’re doing it again.”
Now you really couldn’t deny it because
you were perfectly aware that both your eyes and your thoughts had once again
drifted over to the newest member of the team. How on earth were you supposed
to concentrate on your training session with Natasha when such a beautiful
sight was proving to be far too much of a distraction?
“I’m sorry but come on! The guy is
ridiculously hot…that amount of hotness should be illegal.”
TAURUS: lately life has felt like a carnival ride that you stumbled onto by accident and you don’t understand why everybody else is having such a good time. why everybody else has open-mouth smiles and bright eyes while you’re clutching your lap-bar praying for something to end. it won’t always be like this. the ground isn’t going to perpetually swing around you, stealing your balance and your ability to move as if your existence is something flimsy and disposable. this will all slow down eventually. please stay until then. the view from the top will be worth it.
GEMINI: you’ve taken every offhand remark to heart since the day you were born and your chest has become so heavy that it’s hard to breathe around all of that hurt. you know you don’t have to keep it all hidden, right? storage units exist for a reason: humans were never meant to bear all of their belongings. I know that your statuesque stance is one you’ve been practicing for centuries, but it’s okay to ask for help. nobody is going to be mad at you or think of you as weak for doing so.
CANCER: you’re holding something beautiful and this is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done. because you’re so used to watching watching eggs roll off the countertop and kisses slip off of your cheek that everything worthwhile seems fleeting. fragile. forced. like the universe is playing a game to see how good you are at playing catch with crystal balls. but you’ve gotta believe in the potential of durability. if you’ve managed to exist for this long without giving up, you must believe in something, and it must be pretty special. don’t lose it now. not after all this time.
LEO: maybe it feels like the april showers will never stop pouring down on you. maybe you keep trying to fix new things with old instruction manuals and end up getting frustrated when the pictures don’t match what’s in front of you. maybe you’re starting to realize that not everything is going to work out the way you need it to and that scares you. it scares you because the last time this happened it almost killed you. but the key word here is almost. you’re more than the rubble you’ve had to sift through and the photographs you’ve had to throw out. you were never meant to burn out. you were designed to endure.
VIRGO: so, you ran away from home. you’re playing hooky from your life because every scenario you’ve found yourself in has ended in blood. and you’re sick of it. you never asked for any of this. but then again, has anyone? I can’t imagine how tiring it must be to build those walls around yourself every morning, before your coffee and your nicotine, before you think about the lover you left behind. have you ever visited the grand canyon? you should. it’s time you found some beauty in what’s below the surface. look at how easy it is to see the sky from here. but please don’t try to fly until you’ve looked down once or twice please.
LIBRA: you ran into the past while crossing the street and you didn’t stop to say hello. were you scared? or were you just waiting for what you abandoned to make the first move? either way, you didn’t say hello and that’s okay. you don’t have to feel shameful about the ugliness of your progress. not everybody’s carriage stays a carriage when the clock strikes midnight. that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real or valuable. you ran into the past while crossing the street and it didn’t hurt you. not this time. not you.
SCORPIO: everybody around you seems to be darting across the universe with their hearts on their sleeves and it makes you feel as though something is wrong with you. as if the molasses town your feet are submerged in is something that you asked for, that you wanted. you know, you don’t have to travel at the speed of light in order to get out of bed in the morning and that’s still something miraculous, especially when every part of you is begging to pull the covers over your eyes and dream a little longer. I’m proud of you for fighting that feeling. I know it’s hard. I know it’s hard.
SAGITTARIUS: I think that it’s time for you to start believing in fairy tales again. do you remember being smaller? looking for magic around every corner? that spark doesn’t leave once you outgrow the disney themed bedsheets and wear holes in the light-up sneakers. nobody needs you to be the grown-up all of the time, it’s okay to let yourself feel lighthearted again. go pick some daisies or buy some gelato. take care of yourself the way you would’ve before the world showed you its shadows.
CAPRICORN: the monsters under your bed have been keeping you awake for months but you don’t have the heart to drive them away. you’ve kinda liked the company. you’ve been throwing them scraps from the dinner table that you couldn’t finish and have taken pleasure in listening to what you couldn’t stomach be put to use. but, baby, you don’t have to be kind to the things that make you shudder in the night. you’re not obligated to give to the things that take and take and take until there’s nothing left. reclaim your bedroom. this, this is yours. it always will be.
AQUARIUS: sometimes you find yourself thinking about the cost of living. how much of yourself you’ve had to trade in order to stay alive. it’s really easy to get angry, when you see that other people have traded so much less and gotten so much more. but don’t let yourself get caught up in the what-if’s because that’s a maze that’ll never let you leave, no matter the strength of the compass you bring with you. forgive yourself for what you’ve had to do to survive. it doesn’t make sense to be ashamed of all you’ve gone through, when everyone else just wants to watch you succeed. we’re rooting for you.
PISCES: you’ve become an expert at mending the bridges that people have burned in your wake and I hope that you see the beauty in that. the talent it takes to reconstruct a pathway between two islands is immense and you’ve forgotten this in all of the excitement. you’ve accomplished great things in such a short time, and it’s breathtaking. truly. when you were born everybody in the room must’ve held their breath, because how could they not see what they were bringing into the world? sure, you’ve caused a few accidents. but you’re working to fix the damage. you’re trying. that’s enough.
ARIES: the clocks have all been telling you that you’re late for figuring yourself out. which is another way of saying that it feels as though time itself has been harassing you because you don’t know who you are yet. and hey, fuck ‘em. time is a construct: while you? you’re here. you’re breathing. you’re taking the alarms and setting them for 12pm because this is your life and you dictate what it’ll be filled with. don’t worry about the calendars or the deadlines. you’ll find yourself when you’re ready. take as many seconds as you need.
Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 2482
Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.
Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.
Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain,
Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)
curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the
headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.
It was one of
those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously
enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters
brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and
stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the
night -he had said something about needing
to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden
outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been
flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester
had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly
jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.
However, as fantastic
as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more
Stifling a yawn,
you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in
the dim light of the bedroom.
“What?” you asked.
He smiled that
half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.
whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.
You opened your
mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through
your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your
skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean,
to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his
What do you think of an imagine where the reader is Adam’s favorite character
in a book, who he asks to see in the mirror at least once a day, slowly falling
in love with her?
Aaaaaaaah! <3 C U T E
I think I’m going to make this into a series? Someone please give me feedback?
“It’s getting late, my little prince.” The
kind queen chided her son as he sat upright in the bed. “I’m afraid it’s time
for you to sleep now.”
“One more story! Please!” The young boy
begged eagerly. After thinking for a long moment, the queen met the prince’s
gaze. His eyes were sweet and blue, full on innocence. She sighed.
“All right, one more.
And then, you must sleep. You have a big day ahead, you know.” Her smile was
soft as she searched the small shelf in Adam’s room. What was there here that
she hadn’t read to him yet? And then she found it.
It was an old book. One she hadn’t laid
eyes on since she was at least a teenager. It had been a favorite of hers. The
Girl Made of Starlight.
“Here’s one.” The queen sat down in the
chair beside Adam’s bed. “I haven’t seen this book in a very long time.”
“Where was it?”
“Hiding, I suppose. Waiting for the right
moment to make itself known. But nevertheless, the sooner we finish, the sooner
you’ll be asleep.” She took a breath and opened the front cover. “Once, in the
Kingdom of the Sun, there was a girl. To everyone around her, she appeared
ordinary, boring and quaint. And as she grew up surrounded people who thought
of her as nothing but standard, she began to believe that ordinary was all she
ever was, all she could ever be. But that was not the case.”
“What was she?” Adam practically bounced
“Eager tonight, are we?” the queen smiled.
“(Y/N) was truly more than just the daughter of the miller. She was a child of
After reading a large portion of the book,
the queen decided that it was getting far too late for her little prince to be
awake given the events waiting for him the following day. So, despite his many,
many protests, the queen placed a bookmark in her treasured favorite and put it
on the shelf for another night.
But the queen never got to finish her
She soon fell to illness and became too
sick to read. Soon after, she was gone. And as the kingdom grieved, the king
became twisted. Her death was the end of him. And so was it the end of the Adam
that was hopeful, the Adam that was kind.
Years later, when Adam had reached
adulthood, came the curse that twisted him into an enormous, fearsome beast.
The story of the star girl was long-forgotten. Adam spent years in isolation,
wallowing in his misery. His selfishness had done this, his vanity. He had
taken so much pride in his looks, in the beauty of the things he owned, and now
that it was gone, he felt as though he had nothing.
As time passed, Adam ventured from his West
Wing more and more. He didn’t want to gaze upon the cursed rose any more than
he had to. It was only a reminder of his mistakes, of the grim deadline that
hung over his head. The library became a refuge, a place where he could escape.
The book the Enchantress had given him sat idle on his shelf, and instead, he
found a home in literature. As he searched the shelf, something fell and hit
the floor with a soft thud. He looked down, and there it was: The Girl Made of
Adam slowly bent down and picked up the
book with his massive paws. He brushed off the cover, and his blue eyes
widened. Thoughts of his mother came rushing back to the surface. He was
tempted to put the book back, to forget he had ever found it, but instead, he
carried it over to the couch and began to read it.
Inside the pages of the book waited the
story of (Y/N), the miller’s daughter, who was just about to discover she was
not as normal as she had been raised to believe.
~Losing her mother had changed (Y/N). Every
day, the glimmering star that hung around her neck only served as a reminder of
the magnificent woman that had left her daughter behind. Her mother’s words
were ingrained in her mind. With her last dying breaths, she had put the
necklace around (Y/N)’s neck.
“Remember that there is light in
everybody.” Her lips pulled into a frail smile as her husband and daughter sat
beside her in tears. “And there is light in you. You don’t know it yet, but you
will. No matter where you go, no matter how far you travel, I will always be
Iridessa squeezed (Y/N)’s hand as the life
in her began to fade.
“You are a child of the stars. A beautiful
girl with more power than you know.” She pressed a finger to the center of her
chest and whispered a final goodbye as the life left her eyes. “I believe in
Adam took a deep breath and adjusted himself
on the soft couch that sat beside the hearth. He had a feeling he would be
there for a while.
Over the course of the week Adam had read
the book at least twice a day, only taking brief breaks for meals and sleep. He
was a man obsessed. He didn’t know why, but of all of the books in the library,
this one had captured his attention better than anything he had ever read.
After finishing it for the tenth time, a
strange idea occurred to him as he brushed past the enchanted rose that had
doomed him to this fate, the wretched timer, an eternal reminder that his day
was coming. Then, he would be stuck like this forever. Beside the rose sat the
Enchantress’ mirror. The moment his eyes settled on it, he reached out for it.
He took a deep breath. This was stupid.
This was a dumb idea. It would never work.
But what if?
“Show me…show me the girl made of
The surface of the mirror rippled, and then
there she was, just as the book had described. Her hair had flooded with white,
and her silver eyes shone like stars. Her cloak of the sky was wrapped around
her shoulders, and the necklace her mother had given her hung around her neck.
She was running. From what, he didn’t know,
but at the sight of her, after watching her and realizing she was real…or at
least, she was real somewhere, he
almost dropped the mirror. He took a long, labored breath. She was real. She
was actually real. And she needed help.
Days passed. Adam tried not to watch her
too often, but it was hard not to. She was real. She existed, and he couldn’t
shake the feeling that there was someone or something after her. She always
seemed to be rushed. She had quick meals in little taverns, and took cautious
sleeps at haphazard inns. She carried very little and showed her face to very
few, most often keeping hidden in her large cloak of the sky.
With her, she kept very few things. Aside
from her cloak and necklace, all she had with her was a map, a worn leather
book of stories, and a pouch of coins. There was something about the book with
her. Adam knew it was important to her, but he didn’t know why.
Perhaps it was why someone was chasing her.
Again, I kind of want to do a series on this, so feedback would be awesome. I love you guys <3
seokjin x reader •
smut, fluff •
words: 10,481 → summary: you and
Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you
guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you
with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s
stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is
to hold you…? •
note. inspired by
grey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too.
‘If your reading this I must be dead.
Sounds so real when I actually write it like that, it’s a possibility after all. I mean this is a war. People die all the time and I guess it was my time and I’m gone.
If I’m not and you guys find this then stop reading.
There’s some things that are just rude and you should know not to go through people’s stuff.
I’m talking about you Pidge.
So if your still reading this…
I’m dead or your an ass hole (Keith).
So let’s start I guess.
I lance McLain being of sound mind and body write my last will and testament.
To Hunk. What could I possibly leave you that could even come close to repaying all you’ve done for me over the years? For all those times you talked me down at the Garrison and made sure I didn’t spend too much time alone with only my thoughts. I love buddy so I leave you my family. If I’m gone I need them to know what happened. I need them to know I did something with my life, that I made a difference.
To Pidge you little gremlin, I leave you the tree house I built in my backyard. I know you pretend to hate outdoors, but I’ve seen how you love to watch the trees, figured you’d appreciate getting one of your own and being able to connect to the wifi.
To Shiro. You were my hero, when I wanted to apply to Garrison everyone told me I couldn’t do it. That I was too stupid or too much of a screw up to make anything of myself. Watching you on the news actually go against the odds and become the youngest graduate ever… well it kept the dream alive and got me through some pretty dark times. To you I leave my sketch book. It’s filled with drawings of earth. Drawing really helped ground me when I felt too anxious to sleep, I’m sure you know what that’s like. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that actually hears you wandering the halls late at night. I hope that drawing can help you as much as it did me.
To Allura… look I know I flirted with you a lot, I’m sorry for that… I know I must sounded like such an idiot and a creep. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better paladin or friend. I leave you all my beauty products. That may sound like I only value your looks but I respect you so much for all you’ve done trying to fight this war with only the six of us as back up. I guess I’m trying to ask you to have a treat now and again, take as good a care of yourself as you do with us .
To Coran, your probably one of the biggest reasons I didn’t end up wallowing in self pity the whole time I was here. I don’t really remember my dad. He left when I was too young to remember him. But the time I spent with you made me feel like I knew what a dad was and I love you for that. I leave you the box under my bed. I filled it with memorabilia from all the good times we all spent together. Please keep adding to it and keep having good times without me.
Finally to Keith. Bet you thought I’d forgotten about you, hey Mullet? I’m not really sure what to write. We’ve been through so much together that I just don’t have the words to tell you how I feel. I just wish I had the courage to tell you that I really care about you while I was still around. Tell you that I love you. Wow that was scary to write. But getting it out and knowing that some point in the future you’ll know this is oddly liberating, like a weights been lifted off my shoulders. So yeah Mullet I love you. I love you so much that it hurts knowing that no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough for you. You deserve the best, you deserve the universe… because that’s what you are to me. To you I leave you the most important thing to me. Blue. I love her dearly and I know she’s gonna be sad without me, so please keep her company. She likes songs from Mama Mia and having her claws painted, I know you know will get on great.
Wow I didn’t expect to start crying while I wrote this. Putting it all in words is hard. It’s beyond hard knowing that there’s a possibility that one day I’ll be gone and you’ll just move on. That someone else will pilot Blue and take over as a paladin for me.
I just wish that our time together would never end and I would never have to say goodbye to any of you.
But despite what you guys think, I’m not an idiot. I know I’m the weakest link and that if anyone’s gonna end up dying in the line the duty it will probably end up being me.
I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore.
What matters is that you all know that your like a second family to me and that I love you all so, so much.
Lance put down the pen wiping his teary eyes as he read through what he had written. He had just gotten out of the healing pod after being shot in the chest by a Glara guard during a mission gone bad.
Coming that close to death made him realise that he didn’t want to just go without knowing the people he loved knew how much he cared about.
There was a soft knocking at the door “hey Lance dinners ready” Hunk called.
“Be there in a minuet.” Lance replied folding the page and hiding the letter under his bed resting on top of his memory box. He opened the door and smiled at Hunk who took in his puffy red eyes and didn’t hesitate to give the smaller paladin a hug. “Homesick bud?”
Lance chuckled glancing back at the letter “yeah… something like that.”
“Of course I’m mad at you, Jason!” You sigh, slumping down onto the couch of the living room of your shared apartment, running a hand through your hair as you nervously avoid eye contact with your boyfriend. “I never see you anymore. If you’re not on patrol then you’re with her–you’re never home! Never here with me!”
“She’s only a friend, Y/N,” Jason frowns, softly taking a seat beside you with delicate movements. His large and calloused hand lands gently on your knee, fingers curving around the bend of your leg. “I promise.”
You don’t say anything, your eyes trained on the coffee table placed in front of the two of you. It had been longer than you’d liked to admit before you had snapped and yelled at him. In an almost childish move of anger and heartache you had decided to give your best shot at annoying the heck out of Jason by giving him what you hoped would be one of your most stubborn silent treatments.
Minutes pass as you sit in silence, your eyes unmoving from the table as you tried your hardest not to cave in. The man you loved sat beside you, patiently waiting for you to say anything that would reassure him of your love for him. But it didn’t come.
Your eyes water as you remember all the times you had fallen asleep alone. All the times you had woken up without the warmth of Jason’s body curled around yours like you had done so many times weeks before. You hardly remembered the last time you had kissed. You remember the sleepless nights, staying awake as you waited for Jason to come home only to fall asleep and wake up to a vacant apartment.
You remembered the moment Jason had introduced you to his friend. She was beautiful and you hadn’t failed to notice so. You remembered the way she looked at your boyfriend, her gaze longing and filled with almost as much love for him as yours. The girl was the sister of one of Jason’s closer allies and he had been tasked as help to make sure she stayed safe for the first few weeks of her new life in Gotham City. You remembered how you had happily welcomed the thought of Jason helping her settle down.
Your heart ached as you realised that it had almost been two weeks since she moved here. There was no need for Jason to be spending so much time with her. You could only think of one possible reason.
“Stop ignoring me…”
You run your palms over your face, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. Ignoring the pounding of your heart in your chest and the feeling that you were going to spill your insides out, you take a deep breath. “Just friends?” You ask, your heart breaking as he nods with a blank expression. You almost wince at the lie.
Jason hated this. He knew it was only his fault that he had found himself in this situation. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you because he really didn’t. A gut wrenching feeling stirred in the pit of his stomach as he cursed at his luck. Of course, just as he broke off whatever had been happening between him and this girl, his relationship with you would come crumbling down on him. It was almost as if he could hear your heart snap.
It tore him apart to think of all the wasted hours that he had spent with her when he could have spent them with you instead. He was so caught up in her that he failed to realise just how much he missed you. Just how much he needed you in his arms.
Jason was too caught up in the idea of her beauty and charm that he had forgotten that he had the most beautiful and most charming person in his world waiting for him to come back home.
“That’s not what Artemis told me, Jason,” Your eyes finally meet his. He noticeably flinches under your gaze. Jason could see the pain and heartache he had put you through. “She told me that the two of you were pretty damn close.”
“Y/N, I need you to listen-”
“No. Jason, I wasted so much time waiting for you to come around. I wasted so much time so that I could give you a chance.” You let your tears fall, the wet substance tasting salty on your lips. “I can’t do this anymore, Jay. I’m tired–I’m so exhausted and I-and I tried so hard to keep moving forward with us but I can’t anymore.”
“Please, Y/N,” Jason’s hands move to take yours into his, his own eyes watering as the scalding words fall from your lips. He wasn’t going to give up. “I-I made a mistake. And dammit, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry, baby.”
“I thought about us, Jason. You–you obviously don’t love me anymore and she-she’s obviously got your heart the way that I once had it.” You let out a quiet sob as you watch him shake his head, tears staining his cheeks as he gazed at you with agonizing eyes. “She must have been able to give you so much more than I could.”
“No. No, don’t say that,” Jason runs a hand through his hair, his blood running cold with fear of the consequences of his mistakes. “I love you and I always will. How could–”
“Her hair is longer. Her eyes are prettier. Her teeth are straighter. Her skin is clearer. Her laugh is cuter. If I were you, I wouldn’t choose me either.”
Jason purses his lips as he pulls you into his chest, his tears falling onto your hair as he cried. He was sure you could hear the cracks forming in his heart, your ear pressed against the positioning of his heart. He scolds himself silently for letting you come to think like this. The amount of pain that had laced your voice was enough to make him want to curl up under the sheets of your shared bed with you held tightly in his arms until the both of you grow old.
“Y/N,” Jason almost hiccups. “You’re so much more than she’ll ever be to me. Yes, she was stunning. Yes, she was beautiful. But she could never compare to you. God, Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise sooner because dammit we were so perfect before I-before I fucked up so badly.”
He lets your tears fall onto his chest, your arms wrapping around him as you curled into him. Jason’s hands hold you tightly, his strong arms pulling you as close to him as possible. Jason was going to make sure you never felt this way again. He wanted you to be the happiest you had ever been with him and this was finally the moment he had realised just how much he needed to cherish you. Jason wouldn’t ever let you fall asleep alone again and he would make sure that he was by your side every morning that you would wake.
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
There was comfortable silence between you and Jughead as the two of you walked hand in hand together down the street. Your feet were cold on the gravel, your heels forgotten and swinging from your free hand. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care. The dance was forgotten about although you could still hear the faint music. You were with Jughead. That was the only thing that mattered. Every now and then you would sneak a peek at the raven-haired teen. You tried to memorize the way the moonlight bounced off him. The way he smiled at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Everything.
Suddenly, Jughead stopped and turned to look at you.
“Okay, close your eyes.” he said.
You rose your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes.
“Trust me.” he said, smiling.
You sighed but closed your eyes nonetheless.
“Making me the next Jason Blossom?” you joked.
He began to lead you off the gravel road and soon enough your feet felt the hard ground turn to grass.
“Over here.” Jughead said.
Eventually he stopped.
“Can I open my eyes now?” you asked.
“Not yet. Take a seat first,”
You sighed again and sat down, putting your shoes next to you. You heard Jughead sit next to you and felt his warm palms on your shoulders.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “Open them,”
You opened your eyes.
As you looked around, you saw that the two of you were in the middle of the park, surrounded by swing sets and jungle gyms and money bars.
You looked up and your mouth dropped open.
The sky, which had previously been covered by trees as you walked in the street had opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky. The full moon shone brightly and there were millions upon million of stars to be seen.
“Not bad, huh?” Jughead asked as he removed his hands from your shoulders.
You looked at the beaming boy whose face was inches away from yours.
“It’s beautiful.” you said.
Jughead smiled shyly before he leaned in, kissing you softly. You smiled into the kiss as your arms wrapped around Jughead’s arm, your fingers running over the few black locks of hair resting on Jughead’s neck that had escaped from his beanie. He stopped kissing you when a sudden gust of wind hit your bare arms making you shiver. Jughead frowned as he looked at you.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“No, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s just—”
You were cut off when you saw Jughead quickly taking his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders.
You smiled as him as you pulled the warm fabric closer to you.
“Thank you.” you mumbled.
Jughead smirked and draped his arm around you. The two of you lied down and you snuggled into the younger teen’s warm chest, Jughead’s arm pulling you closer to him. The two of you looked up at the night sky, looking up at the sky.
You didn’t know how long you laid there for before Jughead spoke again.
“What’s her name?” Jughead asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Jughead looked panicked.
“I, uh, I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he rambled, convinced he had ruined everything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said—”
To his surprise, you giggled, cutting him off.
You changed your position so you were facing him, your elbow supporting your head as you rested it on your fist. Jughead mimicked your position, watching you warily.
“It’s okay,” you said. “After what you said to me earlier, um, I feel like it’s easier to talk about. Still hard, yeah. But it’s easier,” you said.
“Her name is Lily,” you said. “Her father… he used to get me flowers. Almost everyday. He’d go outside and pick a whole bunch of them for me. They were lilies. He, um, passed away before Lily was born and I guess I just wanted to find a way to connect her name to him. Even if she would never know who he was. Or who I am for that matter.”
Jughead’s eyes widened.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know he died.”
You smiled softly at him.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “It’s… been a while. The ache never really goes away but I’m making my way. One day at a time.”
Jughead nodded again.
“Do your brothers—”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “They don’t know about Lily. Castiel, you know, the one always wearing that trench coat; he knows. He helped me run away and kept me hidden unless Lily was born.”
Jughead’s eyes widened.
““Hidden?”” he repeated. “From what?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, Y/N, it does,” Jughead said. “Are you in danger?”
You sighed, tried to figuring out a way to phrase your job.
Hey, Jughead, I kinda sorta kill monsters for a living, and I’ve occasionally fought the Devil himself. No big deal. Oh, and my dead boyfriend was killed by a rogue angel using my brother’s body as a vessel.
You shook your head again.
“No,” you said.
Not immediate danger.
“I told you how I had kind of a weird job, right?”
“Well… sometimes that job’s dangerous,”
Sometimes? Try all the time.
“There are thi— people out there who want to hurt me,” you corrected yourself. “But it’s okay. It’s part of the job. Besides, my brothers have my back. So does Castiel.”
“Jughead, please don’t worry,” you nearly begged. “I’m okay, alright?”
Jughead looked like he wanted to say more. And he did. He wanted to beg you to tell him everything. To stay with him and Archie so they could protect you from whatever wanted to hurt you. But as he looked into your pleading eyes, he melted and couldn’t say anything else.
“Okay.” he said hoarsely.
You let out a sigh of relief once you realized Jughead wasn’t going to press you further. The two of you lied back down and you snuggled back into Jughead’s chest, closing your eyes. The silence returned but Jughead felt tense under you. Like he wanted to say something else.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” he suddenly asked softly.
You froze in his arms, eyes opening as you looked at his sad expression.
“I, uh, saw your brothers in Pop’s the other day. I, um, decided to eavesdrop a little bit. Thought I could maybe find out how you were doing. Instead I heard them talking about going home or something.” he said.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly.
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “We leave tomorrow.”
You heard Jughead give a defeated exhale.
“W-Will I ever see you again? I can still text you, right?” he asked weakly.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you slowly shook your head.
“I—Jughead, I wish. It won’t—It can’t—” you stopped before you began to cry.
You would never see Jughead again. He wouldn’t be able to contact you. Texting someone from a different universe? It was impossible.
“If you don’t want to see me—”
“No!” you exclaimed. “Jughead, I…”
You felt tears rolling down your face.
“I-I love you,” you said.
Jughead’s eyes widened at your confession.
“I love you,” you said again. “I never thought I could love someone the way I love you again. I don’t want to leave. But it’s my home. Everything I know is there. Family, friends, my life. And I can’t just leave it. I-I need you to understand that.”
Jughead was silent as he contemplated your words. and you got more and more nervous as the silence stretched on and on.
What if this was it? What if he just got up and left? What if he didn’t understand? What if he decided—
Jughead’s lips crashing against yours snapped you out of your thoughts. The freshly fallen tears on his cheeks mixed with yours and you could taste salt. You immediately kissed him back roughly, your teeth clacking together. But neither of you cared. When you pulled away for air, you were filled with relief when you saw Jughead smiling softly at you despite the tears in his eyes.
“I love you, too.” he said.
There were no more words to be spoken. He understood.
“Just… do me a favor, okay?” Jughead asked.
You nodded as you turned around to face the teen.
Jughead had walked you all the way back to the motel. He offered to get the car and drive you home but you declined. The more time you could spend with Jughead the better. You had walked hand in hand the entire way back. You talked about your favorite moments together, teasing each other with your little inside jokes, and had even stopped for a quick milkshake at Pop’s. One last time.
“Tell your brothers. About Lily,”
Your opened your mouth to protest but you were cut off by Jughead again.
“Please,” he said. “You’ll feel a lot better. And I know they’ll listen to you and help you out. I’ve seen the way they look at you. They look terrified. Like they think you’re gonna leave again without any warning. Y/N, I don’t think they’ll be able to handle that again.”
You let out a shaky sigh.
“Just talk to them. Please?” Jughead asked.
“Okay,” you said. “When we get home, I’ll talk to them.”
Jughead let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” he whispered.
You gave a small smile to the teen.
“I, um,” you began, unsure of what to say. “I guess I’ll see you around, Mr. Jones.”
Jughead smirked as he took a step closer to you.
“I’ll see you around, Ms. Winchester.” he said softly.
He dipped down, capturing your lips in one last passionate kiss. You kissed back with just as much fervor, neither of you wanting this moment to end. When you finally pulled away, the two of you looked at each other sadly. Jughead began to back away, eyes never leaving yours.
“Goodbye.” he said softly.
Tears welled in your eyes again.
“Bye.” you said back, watching him as he turned around, beginning the walk back to the school.
You closed the door, back sliding down on it. You dropped your shoes next to you and looked at the clock.
You needed to get to bed. You had to be up bright and early tomorrow. Willing yourself not to cry again, you took a deep breath again and got under your covers, not caring you were still wearing your dress or makeup.
The next day. 12 pm.
Jughead Jones sat at his usual booth at Pop’s, staring at his computer. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he could seem to get any words out. He looked down at his phone, debating about what he should do. You were gone. He had tried to visit your motel room around noon only to find everything gone. There was no trace of you or the others. You had just… disappeared. It was like you were never there.
Eventually deciding he had nothing to lose, he typed a quick message to you before sending it out, taking a deep breath.
A guy could try, right?
Across a million billion trillion universes, you settled into one of the chairs in the Bunker, smirking at Dean as he strutted around the main area.
“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Dean exclaimed as he took a swig of beer.
Sam chuckled while Castiel just looked at the eldest Winchester blankly.
After transporting back to your universe, the four of you were now back home after you finally killed the witch who transported you there. You wished that your brothers wouldn’t have to kill her but once you found out she was terrorizing the rest of the town and killing more and more people, you had to put a stop to it.
Your phone’s screen lighting up made you look down at it.
(1) New message from Mr. Jones
Your heartbeat quickened.
Could it be?
You reached for the phone before you stopped yourself. Despite the fact that you were dying to, you didn’t dare open the message. Not yet. Jughead’s words from the night before resonated in your head and you took a deep breath. You had something to do first.
“Hey, guys?” you asked.
The three men turned to you.
“I, um, I have something to tell you.”
Chuck smiled as he watched you and Jughead each in your respective universes.
“Father…” an angel beside him began. “Pardon me for questioning you, but why have you allowed contact via technology between the Winchester girl and Jones boy? They live in different universes. How will they ever see each other again?”
Chuck’s smile didn’t falter.
“They’ll find a way. It’s what Winchesters and Joneses do.”
A/N: That’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I originally was going to have a much more angsty ending, but I just couldn’t do it (and I love writing angst!)
@rcmclachlan mentioned this the other day, and i can’t stop thinking about it, so:
on yuri plisetsky’s 16th birthday, i think it’s important that we talk about a sixteen candles AU, where everyone has forgotten yuri’s birthday because his half brother and family golden child victor nikiforov is getting married on the same day. (victor didn’t mean it– they’re just half brothers and he’s kind of clueless, and no one in the family reminded him?? he’s sorry, but also the event space is booked and the invitations went out, and you understand, right?) even worse, victor is marrying the Love Of Yuri’s Young Life, yuuri katsuki, who yuri saw first before victor was ever his brother, when he was the plisetsky’s Hot Older Neighbor, and maybe once when yuri was four and learning to ride a bike, he skinned his knee, and yuuri was the one to put a band-aid on his knee and sit with him on the curb and encourage him to get up and try again. maybe he used to babysit yuri (which, yuri didn’t need a babysitter, he was totally old enough to stay home by himself, and he would publicly throw a fit about it, but secretly loved having yuuri over, letting him watch the Bad Channels and bringing over bowls of his mom’s katsudon).
yuri of course bitches about this to his best (and only) friend otabek at school. otabek is hopelessly in love with yuri, and tortures himself by letting yuri tell him about how he thinks yuuri katsuki is so beautiful he wants to slap him in his dumb, awful face, and how much he hates that his family loves yuuri so much and is so happy for victor that they’d rather call yuri ‘yurio’. otabek is a senior and can’t be yurio’s plus one at the wedding, which is devastating to both of them, because his mom’s planned to take him on a trip to a college he’s been accepted to in fall. otabek is also probably going slowly insane from hearing about yuuri katsuki all the goddamn time, and before he leaves to go on the trip, he tells yuri to just tell yuuri already, if he really loves him so much!!! which he later regrets, because yuri totally does.
the night before the wedding, and yuri’s sixteenth birthday, yuri goes over to the katsuki’s house to confess his love, because yuuri’s staying with his parents the night before the wedding one last time. and maybe yuuri is the only person who remembered yuri’s birthday, and he got him a gift, and yuri is so mad about it, because can’t yuuri see that he’s his soulmate, he’s furious. and he has a small gift for yuri, and brings out some katsudon and puts a candle in it for yuri to blow out as they sit on the dining room table. and then yuri angrily tells yuuri that victor is terrible and the worst and that they can’t get married, because he loves yuuri more, and he saw yuuri first, and it isn’t fair. and yuuri turns him down so sweetly, so kindly, that yuri can’t even be mad about it. “you know that’s a line we can never cross,” yuuri says, and yuri does know, but he still hates it and wants to pretend, and, “i hope you’ll come to the wedding tomorrow. if you’re good, you can have first dance after victor.”
yuri goes to the wedding and it’s awful, and yuuri looks handsome with his hair slicked back and a well-fitting suit, too handsome, and even more infuriating is that victor looks handsome too, and he cries when they’re trading vows and yuri is just like, if it were me, i wouldn’t cry (he would, though). they go to the reception and yuuri and victor haven’t shown up yet and yuri’s not sure he wants to see the happy couple officially married, so he escapes outside the venue just in time to see otabek roll up in a hurry, tie still undone and hair messy–he’d had his mom drive them back early, and this is the soonest he could get here. and maybe that’s when yuri realizes that otabek is actually all the things that he always thought yuuri could be, like he’s this real person instead of a fantasy. and so maybe he begrudgingly asks if otabek wants to dance (and otabek asks him “to make yuuri jealous?” and yuri just says, “no, just–just because i want to dance with you, okay?”), so they go inside and dance and have fun at the wedding and maybe kiss once or twice or five times–okay, they make out messily and gross like the teenagers they are in a supply closet and are rudely interrupted by yuuri and victor trying to sneak away to do the same thing.
Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 2539
Author’s Note: Okaaay here you go!
You started meeting with Bucky in the park pretty regularly after that.
Sometimes it was light and fun, and you’d maybe meet in time to catch a drink together before the bars closed. Sometimes you’d be brave enough to lean up on your toes to kiss him, or he’d playfully pull you incredibly close, his fingers digging into your side when he discovered just how ticklish you were. Finally, he’d walk you to your door with half-hidden smiles and hushed laughter. On those nights the closeness was tentative and teasing, like a first kiss or an early not-yet-date.
Other times felt heavier. After all, the reason you were out so late, had met at all, was to escape the ghosts that haunted you both in the quiet dark, and some nights they were inescapable, even beneath his comforting gaze or for him the promise of your gentle laughter.
AN: Best friends, you and Tae were once inseparable. Tae’s fame made it difficult for you guys to always see eachother, but now you’re interning at BigHit and Tae can’t see you as his little punk anymore.
- 3,000 words.
“Y/N where’s my shirt?!” Tae screamed like a kid, pouting his full lips at you.
You were thus interrupted from working out his schedule and being comfortable sat on the couch with a mug of tea.
“Just because I work for you now asshole doesn’t mean you can boss me around like that!’ You yell back at his face, annoyed your best friend enjoys making fun of your new status.
Tae, being Tae, couldn’t control his annoyed expression. He burst out laughing.
He plummeted himself down on the couch next to you.
“Aish, it’s so easy to ruffle your feathers now Y/N. What happened?” He grinned at you.
“You only see my once every year, I grew up. I’m 20 now, Tae.” You said, offended Tae thought you had drastically changed. You spoke with him once a week before starting to work for BigHit, but those were one hour conversations at most where Tae couldn’t really pick up on you growing up.
You were 15 when Tae and you last saw each other everyday before he moved to Seoul to start life as a trainee. It surprised you how you had managed to stay in contact, but the contact was on the phone or webcam, with yearly visits for a week or two.
“Awwwwwh, my Y/N grew up. Do you remember when you use to pad your bra?” Tae said, cracking up again. Okay, it was true. You had a phase where you wanted to copy the ‘sexy’ girl of the class and also develop boobs. The problem was you were 12 and flat as a pancake.
“Hey!” You slapped his arm playfully, unable to stop a smile coming out of you.
“Everyone was doing it, don’t act like you didn’t notice. They looked good too..” You tried to defend yourself, but you knew you were in the wrong.
You woke up from your sleep, everything was a
haze in your vision – and you felt unusually weird. You tried to open your
eyes, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You then did an attempt
to move your sleeping body, but this turned out to be useless as well. The
weirdness you felt evolved into this scariness you felt building up inside your
guts. What was this? Were you in a sleep paralysis? Your mind was definitely
awake, so you thought your body might be sleeping? However, this felt too
different from a sleep paralysis. You tried to convince yourself that you were
in a sleep paralysis, but everything felt… unreal – which actually shouldn’t be
the case if you were in a sleep paralysis.
Your throat felt dry – and you felt like you
needed to speak up, even if it was just one word. You tried to open up your
mouth, but it felt like your jaws were glued to each other, your mouth not
listening to the signals your brain sent out.
“This must be a dream, it has to be,” you
thought out loud, as you could hear your own voice in your head – making this
echoing sound as if the inside of your brain was totally empty, with your mind
being the only thing wandering around in it. All you could see was a black
void, simply because your eyes were closed tightly, refusing to open up. This
was too frustrating to you – not being able to move – and it felt like you were
about to go nuts at any moment.
But right then, a certain voice stopped you
from going nuts. The voice that has made your heart beat multiple times faster
whenever your ears picked up the sweet, velvet-like sound. It was like this
particular voice made you… complete. As if you were born to hear this voice –
which you technically were, actually – because this voice belonged to no other
than your dear beloved soulmate.
However, as the voice kept repeating its words
– the more the voice repeated the words, the more strangled it sounded, like it
was deeply hurt – and as you became more aware of what these exact words were,
you could feel your heart shredding into pieces. With your body somehow being
paralyzed, your tears weren’t able to come out, but you were sure that you
would have cried a whole deep ocean if your body would not be in this state.
“Y/N. I will always love you. Please, don’t
I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.
“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.
“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.
“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”
“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”
“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”
“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.
“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.
“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”
“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”
“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”
“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”
It was a minefield. Who knew nails came in so many different sizes? Certainly not you, but after buying a beautiful lakeside house that upon closer inspection seemed to be actually falling into the lake you had a feeling you were going to become accustomed to nail sizes and the tiny hardware store that lived the centre of town.
You placed your box of nails next to the roof tiles, superglue and lengths of wood that were already in your cart.
“You ever actually fixed a roof before?”
The voice was all smoke and masculinity and when you turned around to see who it belonged to you weren’t disappointed. You’re eyes landed squarely on a shiney sheriff’s badge before your gaze drifted up to find the matching sheriffs hat and a smile that was just about verging on a smirk.
“Is it really that obvious?”
He nodded to the cart, his hand resting on the pistol that was snug against his hip, “you picked up the wrong size nails.”
Hi B!! How have you been lovely?? I took a break from tumblr and fandom in general and I haven't read a fic in almost a month. Which one do you think I should read first? I'm excited to catch up :) thanks in advance!!! <3
Heya love ! Welcome back ! Here’s some fics you should read :)
Feels Like Coming Home
, by @phd-mama : The
last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at
the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex,
Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what
happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry
hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him.
But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the
restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry
thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a
story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices
we make define us, and change our lives.
, by @gaycousinlarry : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so.
And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he
thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy
bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows
he doesn’t want this night to end. This is the
extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time
and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again. (68k)
I Walk the Line , by @a-writerwrites : Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his
field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks
fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry,
and Louis is determined to find out what. What happens when
everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he
doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart
and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure
he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to
Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor
: AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a
forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed
butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal
by administering equal doses of love and laughter.(91k)
When We Were Younger
, by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee :
About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he
was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football,
personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He
happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to
wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash
back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of
the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He
gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full
resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen
year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay
teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as
- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s
got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked,
his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something
pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder
what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the
space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with
bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against.
“Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man
clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt.
Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis
turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own
lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could
hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be
upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his
voice and Harry helps him find it.(19k)
Life Was a Song, You Came Along
, by @rainbowninja :It’s embarrassing how
long it takes Louis to recognize his own
song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s
honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new
voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused
the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis
can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them. It’s not a
comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back
to you. Louis
is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s
career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music
industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern
retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.
It Had To Be You
, by @fullonlarrie : A When Harry Met Sally AU. Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC
after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and
at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye. During a
chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and
they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after
their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time
they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated. (45k)
Your phone was ringing by the time you made it inside the cab. Minseok must have left the awkwardness of the restaurant by now and the on and off buzzing inside your purse punctuated the humming you felt inside your chest – you saw his name flashing boldly across the screen of your cell phone.
After the first three calls went ignored he was texting and the taxi was pulling up outside of your home just as you turned off the buzzing and left the phone to deal with ignoring the man you hated to have the misfortune of falling in love with.