just tryin to be friends

After

Here it isssss! Part 2 to “Before”. Hope you enjoy the ending, and let me know what you think! <3

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There wasn’t much more you could do; the longer you stood there as the room emptied out, the stranger you would look. Obviously, you would have to leave before Harry, and you were beginning to realize that he wasn’t going to leave his spot next to the door.

Finally, the crowd around him trickled out and Harry was left by himself. He caught your eye and your heart started to pound. There was no escape now. You couldn’t make up an excuse as to why you were still standing there, seemingly waiting for him to come talk to you. Maybe that was part of the reason your body hadn’t willed you to move for the past few hours; perhaps you wanted him to come talk to you.

He started to walk toward you and you found yourself glued to the spot. You couldn’t have moved, even if you wanted to. There were a million things running through your mind in the few short seconds between Harry spotting you and being right in front of you. But when he stopped and smiled at you, there was only one word that came out of your mouth.

“Hi.”

 

“Hi.”

The silence that followed felt incredibly long to you, but it was really only a few seconds. You cleared your throat and motioned toward the door.

“I was, uh, just on my way out, actually.”

Harry pursed his lips and nodded.

“M’sorry I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you,” he said, “S’more people here than I was expectin’ and some of them never shut up.”

You stifled a laugh and nodded in understanding. You were familiar with some of his more talkative friends and how they could carry on a conversation with him for hours if he let them. There had been a few instances where the two of you had been out on a date and Harry had run into one of these friends; needless to say, your date had been put on hold until Harry could finally find the right way to politely indicate that he was finished the conversation and ready to move on.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I didn’t expect you to drop everything and come talk to me; you didn’t even really want me here, after all.”

Harry frowned then, looking directly at you.

“What are you talkin’ about? Of course I wanted yeh here.”

“You didn’t invite me,” you reminded him, “You only did it because Jeff has a big mouth and you didn’t want to be rude.”

He paused for a moment, knowing that you were right about that, but trying to figure out some way to make it sound better.

“I wanted to invite you,” he said, softly, “Didn’t think you’d want to come.”

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Lemme tell you sum sum. Aint no man tryin to be your friend. There’s always an end game. The ones trying to be your friend are the ones that have too much time on they hands, loaded with numbers of women in they phone. Like I do believe the percentage is like 96% ain’t tryin to be your friend. Just the drawls. Trust me. Uncle Ant tryin to help you. Unless you ain’t want the help. Do you.

The Signs Rejecting You:
  • Aries: *is 1000% honest*
  • Taurus: lets be friends :)
  • Gemini: lol but when have I ever made u like me
  • Cancer: *dies inside* I'm sooo sorry!!!
  • Leo: it's not you, wait.. Jk it is you.
  • Virgo: look...
  • Libra: I told u we're just friends and now u tryin' to get at me ??
  • Scorpio: hAha that's cute *blocks u*
  • Sagittarius: :( sorry...
  • Capricorn: ...yikes
  • Aquarius: *disappears from social media to avoid conflict*
  • Pisces: I'm- *sobs internally* sorry but I don't like you like that!
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Hey everyone! 

So as you might know, I’m not doin’ too hot money wise, especially right now with my mom not working n everything, and I’m in need of some money for food for the upcoming school year so I’ve opened a Redbubble!! 

It’s right here

It’s mostly stickers, pillows, and totebags right now, but I plan on doing a few more designs soon! I’m also open to any ideas y’all wanna request! 

I also do commissions!!

I will be reblogging this a few times in the future but I’ll be tagging it “self reblog” 

One last thing, I won’t get a check from them if I don’t make at least $20 in a month, so If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind reblogging this? I’d really appreciate it if a buncha people saw this!! <3 

I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
You ask me why I cut my hair and changed my self completely
I’m just tryin, just tryin
I made the closest friends
I’ll never have
In my, lifetime
I’m lost, trying to get found in an ocean of people
I now know my name
So you say I’m not tryin, but I’m tryin
To find my way
—  Grace VanderWaal ‘‘I Don’t Know My Name’’ 
Maybe you’ll get rewarded- Bucky Barnes Imagine

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Dirty Talk.

Summary: The Avengers have a mission to kill some assassins that have caused many deaths. Turns out that Bucky is one of them. Iron Man throws a bomb, and everybody hides. Bucky, the only assassin surviving, comes to hide next to Y/N and turns her on to the point they nearly fuck in the middle of the street. They plan to meet that night at a club to take care of some ‘unfinished bussiness’.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, you might find some grammar mistakes here and there. This is an AU, so it DOESN’T FOLLOW THE WINTER SOLDIER MOVIE EVENTS. But it’s my fic and I really like my idea so deal with it. Shout-out for @mylittlefandomfanfictions , thank you for supporting me, doll. Hope you like it!

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

 You’ve just became an Avenger two months ago and all that you’ve been doing was training. You became friends with everyone, considering that they were all amazing and good people. Clint was always by your side. If you needed to train, he would help you and he would give the best of him. If you were bored, he would make you laugh and suggest to watch a movie. You were aware now about his feelings for you. And you really liked him, but just as a best friend. 

Today you were going on your first mission against a bunch of profesional assassins. Your mind controlling skills have improved considerable, but you were still nervous. Yeah, you didn’t have to give the guy a punch, he would do it himself, but what if another one comes behind you? You would be screwed. 

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