so uh i hope you all see this

Descendants 2

Descendants 2 had a lot of strong points but what this post is going to focus on is the character development in all of the characters.

Mal -

Obviously this movie focused a lot on Mal. She has grown a lot from the first movie but not in a healthy way. She developed some bad habits (spelling things and people) and developed some self image issues. This is a vast difference from our defiant and confident Mal from the first movie. While I don’t like the softer Mal that was shown, even closer to the end of the movie, I like that they explored these identity issues. By the end of the movie Mal has reconnected with her roots, her group and what made her want to change in the first place. I think it leaves us with a strong Mal with more room to grow in the right direction.

Evie -

THIS IS MY GIRL! Gonna be honest, I disliked her in the first movie cause she was a ditz but my girl has come a lonngggg way. Evie grew from a superficial girl into an incredibly smart, talented and confident lady. She has a booming design business and doesn’t take crap from anyone, and right beside her for these changes was her supportive boyfriend Doug. I love the dynamic they have because they are equal to each other, she is the strong one but he will still defend her to princes, he manages her business finances and supports her dreams. BUT she is not a dainty princess and he know he isn’t her “prince” but he is her knight. I will defend this ship with. My. Life. Also, she has a big heart and is fighting for the kids that she grew up with. She is going to be a great advocate for the isle.

Jay -

Jay came a long way from his rule breaking enthusiastic lifestyle. He even obeys the smallest (and more sexist) of rules. We also saw that he became less aggressive than before. It was curious to see him as a responsible captain, and it was very fitting. Through out the rest of the movie we got to see him step up as a leader when Mal was lacking or when something needed to be said. Like when everyone was arguing he calmed them down and when Mal and Evie were chatting about her hair, he took initiative to bring them together. Jay is a born leader and is doing the one thing his father, jafar, could not. Being successful and compassionate in a leadership position. In the end when he forfeits his title as captain to Lonnie(?) so she can join the team that is him doing what is best for the team. She is strong and they needed her. He sacrificed his title for the greater good and I hope that doesn’t go unnoticed.

Carlos -

Our shy boy came a long way as well. Carlos is a more outspoken and confident person. I don’t think he lacked confidence in the first movie but I believe he was more introverted, now we see a more open Carlos who stands his ground. For example, kicking Chad out of his room repeatedly. He is dismissing a prince and gives 0 cares. We also have a slight mention of how he programmed his 3D printer to have really cool hacks and such which references his special abilities with computers. Jay can be physical, Evie can be smart, Mal can be sly and Carlos can hack. This is important. Finally we see our boy finally ask Jane out. Tbh, I didn’t see it. BUT I am not against it. The little dorks make each other happy and they make each other stronger, for Carlos he has someone to protect and for Jane she has someone who makes her feel beautiful which is not to be under-estimated.

Jane -

Jane grew in a few notable ways. She became a more involved and outspoken person than the shy, squeaky girl from the first movie. Now she is coordinating big projects and making sure the schedule is kept to. BUT she is still insecure about herself and you can tell, even the way she thought Carlos wanted to go to the party as friends until he spelled it out for her is a sign of the insecurity. Carlos makes her feel beautiful and while that isn’t the best place to get a confidence boost it is still a wonderful development for a young girls self esteem to have someone like that.

Duke -

well, he/she learned English so that is pretty impressive.

Ben -

Ben was a goodie two-shoes in the first movie. While he developed a wicked streak in the second one, he NEVER abandoned his big heart, which is what truly makes him King Ben. He was trying to tackle the life struggles of ruling a kingdom, dealing with an engagement, helping the project areas and maintaining his grades. We know he had to quit his different sports teams because he didn’t have time, the time he spent with Mal dwindled to near nothing and we know he was overwhelmed. He never complained though. Ben is a strong character who is taking care of business and while he might not be the first to throw a punch he is powerful with words before fists, and he doesn’t let his girlfriend fight all his battles for him. In the end when he still trying to seek peace, preventing what could have been a catastrophic battle, he was doing his duty as a king. He put his life on the line. His biggest development in this movie was seeing the other side of things and understanding just how abused these kids were. It is one thing to hear about it and think you know, but he never really knew.  And Uma abusing his kindness and spelling him didn’t scare him away from continuing to seek justice for these kids. Ben is a good leader.

Lonnie -

In the first movie we never really got to explore her character. We saw that she wasn’t afraid of our lil’ villains and that she was still compassionate towards them but that was it. In this movie she is introduced as a threat. She is powerful and smart just like her mother, and she may be a love interest for Jay which is a perfect math. Talk about power couple, am I right?! I look forward to seeing more of her.

NEW CHARACTERS -

Uma -

You can see the results of abuse and bullying in her personality. All she is looking for is validation. This is the entire point of “Say my name”, she wants to be acknowledged. Her dwarf rats don’t really obey her, they still challenge her constantly and call her “Shrimpy”. While she has issues, there is room for change. I really hope Disney takes the opportunity to properly show kids/people how to interact with someone who comes from that abusive background.

Harry Hook -

Dang.. Uh, not gonna lie, I am so weak to this little out law. I was practically drooling over him, and when he tickled Ben my heart skipped a beat. I could ship that, I wont cause I will be lynched, but I could. I could see him being a bigger problem in the future. He has more of a cutthroat attitude than Uma and it is clear that him and Jay have bad blood. I hope we see much more of that delectable pirate. Gil - I bet you are one that gets to leave the isle. You don’t seem inherently bad, just kinda a dunce. Definitely room for improvement.

ilovechickensofttacos  asked:

continue. it. I need to know what he says??? pls??? Sorry if i came off as aggressive

(don’t worry love it didn’t come off as aggressive lmao! i’m excited you want to see where that post goes!)

@ all of u anons (and all the lovely people that sent replies to the original post lmao), i hope you like part 2 ;)

read part 1 first!!

YYIIKEEESSS 

(part 1 here!!!)

(uh oh i could probs make a part 3 to this tbh i have zero self control but likeee… don’t worry i’ll only do it if people are interested lmao i really hope all of these “to be continued” and “part 2” posts aren’t super annoying i’m so sorry)

(PART 3 IS HERE!!)
Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

Parts: 1 | 2 


You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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BTS Reaction to You Roasting Them in Korean

A/N: I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but make this a slight!crack post, I hope you can forgive me for this. -Admin Germane :3

Jin: “Excuuuuse me? I’m proud that your pronunciation is on point and you’re picking up the language well, but did you really just say that I’m not worldwide handsome? Why are you lying to yourself?!”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga: “What did you just say? You wanna go? Wait, that was in Korean? Ah, that was so good, you’re studying so well! I’ll forgive you just this once, but do it again and see what happens.”

Originally posted by gotbangboys

J-Hope: “Uh, okay, first of all that was totally rude and uncalled for. Second of all your getting so much better at Korean! I’m so proud! Third of all, why don’t you use your new roasting skills on the maknae-line instead, I could use a good laugh.”

Originally posted by judgementalyoongi

Rap Monster: “Honey, please, is that the best you got? Oh, wait, it is because you aren’t fluent in Korean yet! Hah! ….I’m sorry, that was mean, can’t you forgive me?”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin: “Bitch what? I know you didn’t just try to roast me. Despite the fact that you’re getting better at Korean, you just can’t do that while I’m caught off guard! Come at me bro, lets do this!”

Originally posted by jjminie

V: “They ask you how you are and you say that you’re fine, when you’re really not-ah I’m just playing around with you. You didn’t hurt my feelings THAT bad, but good job with your pronunciation! I’m proud of you!”

Originally posted by awesomesrllamataehyung

Jungkook: *is Jungshook* “I…I have no words. I have never been so insulted in all my life. If I didn’t like you so much I’d roast you so hard right now, even if you couldn’t understand what I was saying.”

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

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hey girls…… I love u.. but please stop derailing mlm/trans boy/male in general positivity posts bc it’s a really fuckin awful feeling for us to see a very nice, positive post about us covered in comments like “ew but boys are gross” “why would you be a boy when u can be a girl instead” “uh but lesbians are better than gay guys” like I hope u realize ur actually harming a lot of kids with that (esp because there’s a large community of minority ppl on here) and it really sucks that you’d act so immaturely

elfmaker  asked:

Could you show us some of your really early drawings? Not only would it be cool to see, I think it would be a confidence boost to beginning artists.

OH
uh
sure, that’s no prob, lemme put something together o3o

THESE ARE ALL SO CRINGE WORTHY AND HONESTLY
EMBARRASSING TO LOOK BACK ON
But yeah
Here’s some stuff from like
Middle school????
AGES AGO IN ART YEARS

SO
I HOPE THIS PROPERLY INSPIRES YOU ALL!!!!
I SURE AS HECK DIDN’T START OUT DRAWING WELL
But put in the time and love and sweat and tears and you’ll improve by leaps and bounds <3
I BELIEVE IN YOU ALL!!!!

Just Right

(Bucky x Reader)
Thank you anonymous requester!

Summary:

Reader has been secretly drawing Bucky for a long time, but can never seem to get his eyes just right. In frustration, one day she storms over to him and demands that he sit still so she can finally get his eyes right.

Warnings: Nada

As an artist, you loved observing the diverse people who passed through, and lived in the Avengers tower. Ever since you joined the team about 3 months ago, you have had a keen interest in your team members eyes. They all held so much, and although you were able to read their thoughts, you felt you could learn so much more from simply looking into their eyes.

“Why can’t I just get them right?” You groaned to yourself as you rubbed your eraser aggressively against the paper of your sketch book.

You’re a talented artist, this shouldn’t have been difficult, but you could not draw Bucky’s eyes for the life of you. You tried day after day, but were unable to get them perfect, making you ever so frustrated. You scanned the room to see if he was nearby, but you couldn’t hear his thoughts. You hopped up off the couch and made your way to the place where Bucky could almost always be found, the gym. You opened the glass doors and he immediately caught your eye. You watched as he performed multiple different exercises, but couldn’t get a good view of those piercing blue eyes. You had had enough, you were going to get this right.

“Hey Bucky”

“Hey-” Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him.

“Could you please sit still, for just like one minute, please.” You demanded.

“Uh, yeah forsure.” He sat up and grabbed his water bottle, enjoying his break.

All your teammates loved it when you drew them, it made them feel special.

“Thank you, y’know I just can’t get your eyes right and it drives me crazy. I hope this isn’t weird, I just-” You babbled, scribbling down on your paper.

“No, I love it.” He chuckled showing that beautiful smile you had drawn so many times before.

“Okay I think I finally got them!” You exclaimed in pure joy.

“Well let me see.” He inquired impatiently with his arms outstretched.

You passed him your sketch book and watched his eyes light up as he flipped through the pages.

“Wow Y/n, this is amazing!”

“You really think so?” He asked shyly.

“Absolutely! The amount of detail. Just fantastic.” He seemed to be in awe.

You were so pleased with yourself, until you remembered that you had whole page of drawings of you and Bucky together. You had a little crush on him ever since you joined the team, and you really expressed it through your drawings.

“Hey could I have that back I just remembered i have to prep for a mission?” You questioned frantically, if he ever saw those drawings you’d hate yourself.

“Oh my… Wow!” He stumbled on his words, you knew it was too late.

You remained silent as he examined the sketches intently. He ran his fingers over the lines you had drawn and a smile emerged on his face. You tried not to listen to his thoughts, but you couldn’t help but hear his happiness, not disgust to your surprise.

“I know you know what I’m thinking already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I am so relieved you have feelings for me, because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Before you had the chance to react, his lips were against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled away slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“That wasn’t too much was it?” He questioned nervously.

“Absolutely not.”

You could tell this was going to be the start of something good.

Talking to a new coworker yesterday about Star Wars who is a very casual fan (although she has seen all the movies) and she describes her opinion of the new Sequel Trilogy as follows (swear to god):

Me *casual*: So, what do you think of the new movie then?
Her: Oh, I loved it! It was so cool, with like - you know - the old guy, what’s his na-”
Me *TRU FAN*: HAN SOLO.
Her: Uh, yeah, yeah. And the girl and the guy… they were so cool.
Me *casual again*: MMhmmm, mmhmmm… **trying to hold back from mentioning Kylo**
Her: But, I have to say… Kylo Ren is my favorite charact-
Me *unable to contain self*: OMG YES YES YES OMG
Her: Yeah, like, seriously he is so hot… and emotional… and bad ass…
Me: **nodding furiously**
Her: Like, I don’t think he’s gonna be evil either… no way, he’s so human.
Me: YES. OMG. YES. So what do you think about him, generally?
Her: He just seems so sad, you know? Like, I think his dad said it, right? He’s being used.
Me: Yeah, I think I’d like to see him redeemed… become a good guy. His parents are Han and Leia, and he’s the last Skywalker.
Her: Yeah, totally!! I think a lot of people want to see him be a good guy! He would be such a bad ass good guy!! And become allies with that girl, you know? And, I think he’s gonna end up with that girl, the main girl. He didn’t look at her like a villain at all, and she was totally into him - in that one scene she was like… *makes face like Rey* She was into it. *laughs* I want him to look at me that way, too…
Me: **SCREAMING INSIDE but keeping it together on the outside** Yep, me too. Couldn’t agree more! **STILL SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE**

GUYS. THE MAIN STREAM GETS IT. THE MAIN STREAM DOESN’T CARE ABOUT THIS ANTI BULLSHIT. Kylo is NOT this hated character by the wider fandom who is irredeemable!

THERE IS HOPE. Reylo is totally there!!!! It’s NOT JUST US!

“His Wedding” (Part 8)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 2805

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: language

Characters (by appearance):

A/N: I legit cried writing the ending of this part, but it may not be that emotional for you guys (yes I cry over tiniest things, so sue me) Also, future updates won’t take this long. Please give me FEEDBACK, YA’LL I LOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS/ASKS

SORRY READERS, no Bucky in this particular part. But I promise there’s mention (lol ik you don’t want just mentions but… eh, it’s just how it rolls)

Sorry for any typos :P

“His Wedding” Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8


Previously on “His Wedding” :

“I know I’ve already done this. But I don’t care if you say no again, because I’ll keep asking–”

“I’ll go out with you, Steve.” I tell him eagerly before he could even say it. Technically I kind of saved him from the embarrassment of asking me for the fourth time.

“Oh, thank God.” He mumbles before crashing his lips with mine.

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RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)



You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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That Little Girl

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (]platonic)

Request: anonymous: Could you write something where Rumlow had a daughter that they had the winter soldier protect and they gave her certain trigger words that disable the soldier mode incase he lost control? Since he’s dead now and she’s still a minor she runs away to find the avengers and gets the trigger words to them to help Bucky. He remembers her and how as a child she would sneak him snacks and how kind she was to him. The team ends up keeping her since she’s a kid with no place to go.

A/N: I find this fic really cute, the idea was great so the story turned out great. Thank you anaon! I am too tired to write ANYTHING anymore, so I’ll just stop. I didn’t wanna use google translate so I sneaked in some hindi in this fic. Please overlook any mistake I couldn’t edit that much. Hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of being captive, being sedated, cells.

Word Count: 1696

Originally posted by coporolight

It was a usual day for him, for the winter soldier. After being stitched back together and being given the necessary to keep him just alive, he was thrown in his cell again. he didn’t struggle, struggling just made it worse. Struggling was of no use.

He looked up the window from where the moonlight or the sunlight would seep through sometimes, clinking his metal fingers against the bars so the biting silence which waited with its jaws open wouldn’t hurt so much. He was looking down, drumming his fingers when he couldn’t feel the light on his eyes. He looked up and found a child looking curiously at him. why wasn’t she scared?

‘are you the winter soldier?’ she tilted her head and looked at him with her curious (y/e/c) eyes. He was too tired to function, and he wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone, he kept mum and gave her a glare. ‘you have very pretty eyes’ she sat down cross legged and smiled at him. this was new.

‘go away.’ Was all he said.

‘it’s hot, are you hot?’ she asked unaffected by tone which was used with her. boy was he, they never gave him cold water, and the suit didn’t help either. ‘here, I got you an ice cream cone.’ She offered him the bright wrapper treat. He was always on a strict diet, he really wanted to take it, some voice inside him said he had really liked such sweet treats.

‘I can’t.’ He said almost grimly and looked down. ‘go away, or they will hurt me.’ he muttered and then looked at her. ‘you too, maybe.’

‘they won’t, please take it. you will fell nice and cool-‘she heard footsteps and quickly handed it to him. ‘sit in’ she pointed. ‘that corner, they won’t be able to see you there’ she said. ‘bye, wintey!’ she chirped and ran away.

It was an alien experience for him, he wasn’t used to such….. warmth. He hesitated a little but picked the cone up and unwrapped it. And that’s how the winter soldier had an ice-cream for the first time in decades.

Her visits became more frequent, and he wasn’t complaining. She was sweet, she would talk to him, crack weird jokes, bring him snacks, braid his hair, tell him stories, give him drawings of herself and him. it was all nice, he was feeling again. affection does that.

She came back and he eagerly walked to the window, almost forgetting his broken rib. But it didn’t matter, she was here, what was her name..? he didn’t care. He went there and received a little kiss on his cheek, it was the first time she had done that. She fixed her hairband and ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.

‘you look very happy, ___’ he looked at her.

‘yeah-‘before she could finish she was picked up by someone. It was Rumlow, he recognized him at once.

‘you slimy, sick, bastard, how dare you even talk to my daughter!’ he growled. Bucky’s ‘handlers’ busted in the room. everything happened so quick, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it all. She was being taken away from him, he struggled, he couldn’t let the little happiness he had left go away. He punched, he kicked but soon; he couldn’t. he was sedated.

  ‘he’s a bad man, sweetie.’ Rumlow started to walk away and rubbed her back soothingly. Her eyes were fixed on bucky’s and his on her. ‘wintey’ she mouthed with a hint of tears in her eyes. With the last of his strength, he shouted, he called out her name.

‘(Y/N)!!’ bucky shouted and sat up in his bed. he wiped the sweat and realized it was a dream, a repressed memory that found its way back to him. the memory of her, of (y/n), sweet, little, kind (y/n).

You were here, standing in front of the avengers’ base. you wanted to go, you wanted to help him, you wanted to expiate for what your father had done. But you couldn’t find the strength. After a lot of chaos, you made you way to the gates.

‘for him.’ you thought. ‘you were stopped by the guard. ‘I-I am Brock Rumlow’s daughter’ you said with great difficulty and the guard’s eyes gre wide. ‘I am here to help.’ You said and he was quick to make a call.

A call had set everything in a quick motion. What was it? bucky thought. A new mission? A new problem? Nobody would explain him. just pass away after giving him a soft expression.

You were standing in front on earth’s mightiest heroes, while they studied you. you hadn’t felt this conscious in your rugged clothes before.

‘I didn’t know he had a daughter.’ Clint broke the silence as he breathed.

‘he kept it off records, he knew the system quite well.’ Natasha said.

‘kid, we won’t hurt you, but before you tell us more about those codes you talked about, can you tell us how you got here?’ tony asked as he stepped forwards and looked at you. you too a deep breath and nodded.

‘i-I ran away. Dad was the only family member I had. With him gone… I couldn’t take it so I ran away. I don’t know how or what to feel about him. I just want to help,’ you looked up at them. ‘expiate for what my father did.’

‘it’s very brave of you (y/n)’ bruce smiled at you. it indeed was very brave for a teenage girl like you to travel such a great distance all by yourself.

‘where is he?’ you asked. Tony nodded and called steve.

Steve grabbed bucky’s arm and gave him an assuring smile, bucky returned it but he was scared, were they going to do something to him? he shook that thought away and got ready for whatever it was.

Bucky stopped when he saw the girl standing in front of him, same (y/e/c) eyes but less curious and more tired, (y/h/c) still shiny and what they seemed like soft, the same complexion just a little darker because of all the sun you must have been in. it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be you.

‘bucky, this is (y/n).’ steve said and he didn’t care what else he had to say. It was (y/n), his little companion (y/n). the sweet little, but not so little now, (y/n).

‘(y/n)?’ he breathed and you nodded with a familiar smile. ‘(y/n)!’ he moved closer to you and sounded happy. The avengers were very confused at this sight. Bucky wasn’t one to smile, how could he grin like that on seeing the girl?

‘wintey.’ You said rather sheepishly and he scrunched his nose. ‘how are you?’ you tilted your head in the same way.

‘very happy.’ He replied. ‘me too’ you said. ‘why are you here?’ he asked.

‘to help you.’ you answered. ‘your programming, I can undo it. you were once sent to protect me. I had a code which could bring you to the ‘neutral’ state if you were to lose control.’ You explained and everyone listened carefully.

‘buck, do you wanna do it?’ steve asked. Codes. The words did something to him he couldn’t explain. He was scared but it was you, you wouldn’t hurt him, would you?

‘I do.’ bucky looked steve in the eyes and then looked at you. ‘you won’t hurt me. I just know.’ He said and you nodded.

‘it’s a very powerful code and it was made in hindi. you might feel dizzy or faint.’ You said and he nodded understandingly. ‘okay.’ You smiled and took in a sharp breath. Everyone took a defensive position without looking too obvious.

‘dard.’ You said and his breathing hitched. ‘dost.’ He felt something flooding back to him. ‘vardi.’ He sat down, breathing heavily and steve and others stood by him. ‘loha.’ He felt a sting. ‘insan.’ Everything around him started spinning. ‘andhera.’ There wasn’t enough oxygen. ‘aatman.’ His eyes started to close. ‘shaanti.’ His eyes closed and you stood close to him.

‘what happened?! Is he okay!?’ steve asked and everyone looked at you.

‘he is. Let him sleep. he will wake up, things will start getting better.’ You smiled at him and lightly patted his hand.

17 hours. It took him 17 hours to wake up. steve greeted him with a tired smile when he rose from his bed.

‘how do you feel?’ steve asked.

‘light.’ Bucky replied after thinking a little. He rubbed his face ‘what happened?’

‘when (y/n) said the last word-‘

‘where’s she?’ he asked as the memory came back to him.

‘oh, here for now, sleeping on the floor in the living room.’ he replied and scoffed. ‘weirdly cute kid, said everything else was-‘

‘too soft.’ He interrupted and steve nodded. he quickly made his way to find you. upon reaching the common room he found you peacefully curled up on the floor with your old backpack. He ran to your side and sat down next to you. god, you had grown so much.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up to face him. your father had trained you well.

‘oh, it’s you.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘yeah, it’s wintey.’he grinned and you chuckled.

‘I was a kid.’ You muttered.

‘you kinda still are.’ He shrugged.

‘not really,’ you stood up and he followed. ‘I have to be all grown up now.’ You gave him a tight smile and hung your bag. ‘bye, I gotta go, was just waiting to see if you are okay. I hope you have a great life-‘

‘nuh-uh. You are not leaving me again. you’re not going anywhere.’ He pointed. ‘but-‘

‘you can stay here, kiddo.’ Steve was leaning against the door frame. ‘we got plenty of rooms.’

‘thank you. but i-‘ you couldn’t speak anymore for bucky had pulled you in a tight embrace. When was the last time you got a hug?

‘nope, not going anywhere.’ He mumbled in your hair.

‘thanks.’ Your muffled voice came out. He pulled away and had a grateful look. ‘thank you,’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘for everything you did.’ he ruffled your hair.

THE REST OF YOUR LIFE | BEN PLATT

BEN PLATT X READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Ben are finally trying to tell each other how they feel- it just takes a little more effort and time than expected.

A/N: in honor of ben winning his tony !!! this is my first time writing for a deh cast member and tbh it makes me really nervous but i hope you guys like this !! it was originally longer but the whole got deleted so i had to rewrite it (which was very frustrating) enjoy!

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Y/N wasn’t mad that she didn’t get to go to the Tony Awards with Ben. In fact, when he asked her she had declined. She didn’t like being in big crowd, and being with him would make her on the receiving end of a lot of unwanted attention. She was perfectly content to sit on her couch and cheer her friends on inside her small apartment. She clapped and whooped each time Dear Evan Hansen won an award, but she screamed the loudest when Ben won his. She hadn’t doubted for a second that he would win, but seeing him standing on that stage, trying not to cry and giving his beautiful speech, it was hard not to be excited. Plus, Ben had promised that if celebrating was in order, then they would celebrate the day after with just the two of them. She thought it was a much better idea to have Ben all to herself rather than standing with him in front of a bunch of cameras.

And he held true to his promise. The day after the Tonys there was music blasting in Y/N’s apartment as her and Ben made cookies and danced crazily. The entirety of the tiny complex was filled to the brim with joy. As Y/N went to get bowls for the both of them for the ice cream that had set out, Ben snatched her hand and twirled her around. She laughed loudly as they started to sway and bounce win time to the music. He was holding her like they were at a high school dance. More than that, he was holding her like they were at a high school dance together.

The thing about Ben winning the Tony was that Olivia had offered Y/N a deal: if Ben won, she would have to tell him that she liked him in more than just a friendly way. She hadn’t taken the deal, because she’d known that the chances of him winning were too high and she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She wasn’t ready to risk nine years of friendship just because she had some stupid crush that wouldn’t go away. But standing there with his hand resting on her back and his eyes staring into hers, she was considering it. It would be so easy to just let the words slip and relieve her of the weight that’d been sitting on her shoulders for years. Their dancing started to slow until they had stopped moving all together.

But he was still holding her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tightening. And she was almost positive that he was leaning, because she sure as hell was. They were so close, definitely closer than they’d been when they started dancing. Just a little bit more space to cover and they would’ve been kissing.

Except then the oven went off and they sprung apart. Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and stumbled over his words. “Right, um, the cookies! We have to get the cookies.”

His voice shocked Y/N out of her trance and she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching The Wizard of Oz, a safe distance away from each other.

It wasn’t until after Ben had left and Y/N was laying in bed that it hit her - He’d been leaning in. Ben had been about to kiss her just as much as she’d been about to kiss him. She couldn’t have imagined that, could she? He had been getting closer, hadn’t he? If he had…. Well, if he had, that changed everything.

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Ben was a bit confused while getting ready the day after he’d been at Y/N’s. He had gone over confident, ready to tell her how he felt, but then he just kept putting it off. And then they were dancing. And then they weren’t. And then he’d been leaning in - and he was pretty sure she had been doing the same. It was the perfect opportunity. And, really, standing there with her and watching her smile like that and her eyes dazzle, how could he resist?

Except they hadn’t kissed, and from then on they kept an achingly big distance between them. He hadn’t told her how he felt. Will and Mike were going to give him hell for it, he was sure, but more than that it completely diminished his confidence.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the theater Will and Mike were by his side.

“Did you tell her?” Will asked, smiling widely. Ben glanced over at Mike to see that he was wearing a matching smile.

“Well…..”

“You didn’t do it, did you?” Mike sighed.

“I tried! But I just…. couldn’t.” He let his shoulders sag as a frown found its way into his face.

“You gotta do it sometime, buddy, and today’s as good a day as any,” Will spoke as he and Mike started to walk away.

“You can do it!” Mike cheered. Ben smiled slightly at his friends encouragements, but there was still the weight of not having told her resting on his shoulders. He’d made a deal with Mike and Will that if he won the Tony he would tell Y/N how he felt, but he’d only agreed to it because he didn’t think he was going to win.

The idea of possibly ruining what he had with Y/N absolutely petrified him.

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Y/N made it a priority to come to the theater at least once a week to visit everyone. Usually, the first thing she did when she arrived was find Ben and greet him if he wasn’t too busy. This time was different. This time she sprinted through the halls, desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into Ben, until she made it to Laura’s dressing room. She’d already texted Laura, Kristolyn, and Olivia that she needed to talk to them, so she knew they were all waiting for her. The moment she opened the door their eyes were on her.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s this big thing you have to talk about?” Laura asked cheerfully.

“It’s about Ben.” The minute she said it the atmosphere changed. All three girls (and most of the cast and crew) knew about Y/N’s crush on Ben, and they could tell from the nervous look on her face that what she was going to say wasn’t necessarily good news. They waited silently in anticipation.

“Last night he came over for a mini Tony celebration, just the two of us. But while he was there we were dancing and he had his arm around me and then we stopped dancing and I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me but now I’m doubting it because the oven went off so it didn’t happen and I’m not entirely sure if he was actually going to kiss me, but I really wanted him to, you know? Not to mention that now that I’ve started thinking about it I can’t stop and I’m kind of concerned that I might need someone to physically restrain me from kissing him when I see him.”

She panted slightly from having talked so fast as they stared at her in shock. Suddenly, Olivia squealed. “He was going to kiss you? That’s amazing!” Y/N opened her mouth to explain that no, that was stressful, but she was cut off.

“If you’re expecting us to restrain you, don’t count on it,” Kristolyn piped in.

“Oh yeah, I’m not contributing to anything that keeps you two from finally getting together,” Laura grinned. Her friends were excited about this, she realized. That was a bit annoying, but also kind of endearing. She sat down as they started talking about her and Ben, dishing out advice on how to tell him how she felt about him.

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Ben knocked nervously in Rachel’s dressing room door. She opened it with a smile and he mustered on up in return, but let it drop when the anxiousness began to take over his expression again.

“Could I talk to you?” He asked. “You know, fake son to fake mom?” She looked him over with concern as she let him in. He wasn’t even in costume and he looked more like Evan than he did Ben.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s about a girl….” He trailed off and her face lit up. She knew as well as everyone that if Ben was having girl troubles it was about Y/N, and if there were troubles that meant that something had finally happened.

“I was over at Y/N’s last night and I almost did it. I almost kissed her, told her that I loved her, the whole deal. I didn’t get to, but I still want to - I just don’t know how. Every time I’m with her I just can’t do it.” He looked at her pleadingly and she gave him a small smile.

“This is gonna sound like really bad advice, but you’ve just got to tell her, Ben. Start talking, and once you do, trust me, you won’t be able to stop. I’ve seen the way you are with her, you’ve got a lot to say.” Ben nodded with confidence and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you. And then he was out the door and on his way to find Y/N.

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Y/N was sitting in Ben’s dressing room a little while before the show. She’d been slightly avoiding Ben all day, but now she was waiting for him. Though half of her hoped he wouldn’t be stopping by before the show started. She knew it had to happen the next time she saw him, but it terrified her.

She looked up, startled, when the door opened and closed quickly. Suddenly, Ben was in the room with her. He leaned against the door and sighed, running a hand over his face with his eyes closed. When he opened them he made a noise of surprise at Y/N’s presence and she smiled softly at him. She couldn’t help what he did to her - he made everything seem better. When they were together everything seemed easier.

“How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over for you,” He said. He looked nervous, and Y/N wondered if he was already in character or if he was genuinely anxious about something.

“Not too long, I’ve been all around today. I wanted to see you before the show, though.” He smiled at the thought of her waiting in hopes of seeing him.

“That’s good, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked over at her and she watched him expectantly. “Um, Rachel said I should just start talking, so - uh - here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

“We’ve been friends for a really long time, and I think it’s probably time that you should know - the first time I ever saw you I stopped breathing. You looked so gorgeous. You literally took my breath away, and you still do - every day. One time - and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about - but we were in your apartment and laughing like crazy. We couldn’t stop. I remember looking around and thinking ‘I could do this for the rest of my life. I could spend the rest of my life laughing with you and I’d be happy. I’d be so happy.’ And then I looked over at you, and you looked so beautiful. You always look so beautiful. I looked at you, and it hit me. And I sat there thinking 'wow, so this is what being in love feels like.’” He laughed nervously, avoiding looking at her, scared that she might be disgusted or be looking at him with pity.

“Y/N,” he took another deep breath and looked her in the eyes. She was staring at him with wonder, but he couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. “I am so completely in love with you.”

The silence was painful. Deafening. The silence made it clear to him that he’d ruined it. He’d messed everything up. He looked down at his shoes to avoid having to look at her.

“I love you too.” His head snapped up as her voice reached his ears. She was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen and her eyes were filled with tears. “I can’t believe I came here to tell that I love you and you beat me to it,” she laughed. He stared at her in shock as she felt the happiness filling her up.

“Okay, real quick because I’ve been saying this in my head for a few hours now and I need to say it out loud: Ben, when I first met you I knew. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. Maybe platonically, maybe romantically - it didn’t really matter. But then it did. Then it did because every day I found something new about you that I loved. Every day I could feel myself falling in love, and it felt so damn good. Being in love with you makes me so happy.”

They were standing in front of each other smiling. And then he was leaning in, and then she was leaning in, and they were both one hundred percent positive that the other was doing it this time. Except then someone called out for Ben because the show was starting in only a few minutes.

He apologized profusely before running out and towards the stage. She smiled as she watched him go. She waited for the entire show in his dressing room. He didn’t make it back for intermission, but that was okay. Mostly because it was just around when intermission ended that she realized he had said something along the lines of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.

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When the show ended the cast were all grouped together backstage in their pre-show dance party hallway. They were all rushing with adrenaline from the show and the applause from the audience, excitedly talking. All except Ben - he was strangely quiet.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jennifer asked with a motherly type concern. He was about to respond when they heard shouts from down the hallway.

“Ben!” They all turned to see Y/N bounding down the hallway until she stopped in front in Ben, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, just have to make sure, did you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He nodded with a smile as everyone watched with wide eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed.

And then her arms were around his neck and his were around her waist and they were finally kissing. Everybody was cheering by the time they pulled apart, and they both stared at each other with wide smiles.

Discreetly, Will, Mike, and Olivia high fived in the background of all the commotion.

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

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“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

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The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

Summer Secrets (Part 2)

Don’t worry, there will be a part 3 too!

Part 1: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157114871223/summer-secrets

Part 3: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157457207683/summer-secrets-part-3

Part 4: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158317245213/summer-secrets-part-4

Part 5: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158334216753/summer-secrets-part-5

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

Summary: You go to the dance with Archie, only to see Jughead there. You get into an argument with him after kissing Archie to make him jealous.

You sat on your bed, replaying what had happened over the summer in your head. It always ended the same. Jughead had broken your heart and you hated him for it. Except you couldn’t hate him.

Whatever, you thought, as you slipped on a pair of heels to match your new dress. Your makeup and hair was perfect and you knew you’d be turning some heads tonight. You couldn’t wait to show off that you were there with Archie. Then you’d finally forget about that jerk Jughead.

Your mom dropped you off outside of the school where Archie stood waiting for you. As soon as you stepped out of the car, you could see his eyes light up. “Wow, [Y/N], you look amazing.”

You blushed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Thanks, Archie. Let’s go inside.” You grabbed his hand, hoping for sparks, but all you felt was the heat of his hand. You sighed in your head. He was nice, but Archie couldn’t replace the one you truly liked.

“Uh, I got this for you.” He stammered before you could drag him inside. He opened a plastic box to reveal a corsage that matched the color of your dress.

“Aw, Archie. That’s so sweet. Put it on me.” You stuck your hand out. Even though you didn’t get the same feeling with Archie as you did with Jughead, you were still excited to be spending the night with Archie. He seemed like a great guy.

Archie clumsily tied the flowers around your wrist, before grabbing your hand to lead you inside. Is he really this nervous? you thought. He was hoping that you would be convincing enough to get Betty and Veronica off his back.

The gym was dark, and decorated with bright lights and streamers. Everyone was dancing and talking and seemed to be having a good time.

“Come on, I want you to meet my friend Veronica.” Archie said excitedly dragging you towards Betty and another girl. That must be who the other girl is. “Hey Veronica, this is [Y/N].”

“Nice to meet you!” said the dark haired girl. She was very pretty and you wondered why Archie was so nervous around you if he had friends as beautiful as Betty and Veronica.

“Hey [Y/N], it’s great that you’re back in town!” Betty said as she rocked to the beat of the song playing. “Can’t wait for us to hang out soon!”

“Yeah, that would be great!” You were really excited that you were making friends.

Before the conversation could go on for too long, a slow song came on and Veronica shooed you and Archie away to go slow dance.

Archie led you into a group of slow dancing couples and wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and swayed to the music. You were only dancing for a second when something caught your eye.

A boy in a dark suit, leaning against folded up bleachers was staring you down. Jughead. He was angry. You glanced at him, making eye contact before you looked back at Archie and smiled. Archie smiled back, genuinely glad you were having a good time.

The song playing was pretty romantic and you didn’t think before you did it. As the song ended, you leaned in and kissed Archie. It caught him off guard, but he kissed you back. As you pulled away from him, you saw Jughead storming out of the gym. Crap. That was not the right thing to do.

“Archie, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You sighed as you pulled away from him and headed to the gym doors. Archie seemed puzzled that you waited until that moment to go, but went to rejoin Betty and Veronica.

As you entered the empty hall, you saw Jughead racing towards the front doors of the building.

“Jughead, wait!” You called after him.

He turned, and you could see the pain in his eyes. When he realized it was you, his face hardened and grew angry. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” He demanded, walking towards you. “Why did you do that?”

He stopped a few feet away from you. “The song was really romantic…” you tried to play it off. “What are you even doing here, Jughead? You don’t even like school dances.” You were growing angry. What right did he have to be angry at you for moving on?

“I came because I wanted to make sure you weren’t just playing Archie. And it looks like you were.” He said, crossing his arms and glaring at you.

“You don’t know that. I actually like Archie.” It was only a half lie. You did like Archie, just not the way you were letting on.

“[Y/N], stop it! We both know what this is really about.”

“Not everything’s about you, Jughead. You’re not the only thing that’s happened in my life, you know.”

“No, only the things that you make about me are about me. I know you only did this to try to make me jealous. And you’re hurting Archie in the process.” He knew that wasn’t entirely true, since Archie only asked you out to cover his back, but he knew his words would sting you.

“Oh, now you choose to care? You were pretty upset with Archie over the summer and now you magically care about him again now that I’m involved?”

Jughead sighed. “I never stopped caring about Archie. He’s always been my best friend.”

“But you don’t really care about me?” You were starting to get upset and could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You turned to go as the gym doors flew open and Archie came through them.

“What’s going on?” Archie raced to you and hugged you after seeing your tears. “Jughead what are you doing?” He sounded angry.

FLASHBACK

Late one night, in the middle of July, you were laying in bed when you got a text from Jughead. “Meet me outside. And bring a swim suit” it read. A swim suit? What was this boy doing now? You glanced out the window to see him waving at you from the ground. You knew you shouldn’t have told him your parents were out of town for the weekend.

You grabbed your favorite swim suit and a towel before heading downstairs and meeting Jughead outside. “Why am I bringing a swim suit?” You asked, slightly annoyed and slightly amused by this random, late night message.

“We’re going swimming at the lake.” He stated matter of factly. Swimming? This late at night?

You raised an eyebrow at him, no longer amused. You liked having fun but this seemed a bit too wild. “Oh come on, don’t you trust me?” Jughead asked, reaching out to grab your hand. The warmth of his hand the smile on his face convinced you to give this craziness a shot.

You sighed. “Yeah, ok. Fine. But you need to let me change here. I’m not changing in front of you at the lake.”

Jughead turned slightly red, and ran a hand through the hair on the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah that’s a good idea. I didn’t think of that.”

You weren’t sure if he lying or not, but you laughed at his embarrassment. You went inside your house to change and came out with a shirt and shorts over your swim suit. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand again and didn’t let go until you’d walked to a pier by and old house. Something about this house didn’t seem right, thought.

“Does someone live here, JJ?” you glanced at the old building. You definitely did not want to be trespassing.

“No, this house has been abandoned for years. I come here sometimes to relax.” He said as he took off his beanie.

“I never took you for the swimming type.” You teased, trying not to look like you were staring as he took off his shirt.

He shrugged, now in nothing but his swim trunks. “Everyone’s got their own ways of de-stressing. I love writing, but it can be stressful from time to time.” He looked at you. “Are you gonna come swimming or what?”

You suddenly felt self conscious of him watch you take your clothes off. “Yeah, just turn around so I can undress.” He turned red again, but quickly turned around.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You said. He turned back to you, and grabbed your hand before pulling you up on the pier and to the edge of the water. You stopped there, not sure of what he was expecting you to do.

“Are we just gonna… jump in?” You questioned.

He answered by grabbing your arm and jumping in, pulling you into the water with him. You came up laughing, and playfully hit him. “Jughead what are you doing? Don’t do that!” You swam closer to the shore where you could stand and Jughead followed.

“Would you rather I do this?” He asked, his voice low, as he slowly walked closer to you. He reached his hands into your hair and pulled your head closer to his, locking his lips onto yours. The kiss took you a bit by surprise, but you definitely weren’t going to break it. When he finally pulled back, he stared into your eyes and you smiled at him.

“Bet I can beat you to the end of the pier!” You called, taking advantage of the moment. You tried your best to run away through the waist high water, as he ran after you. He caught up to you and pushed you behind him, laughing and launching himself into first place. Giggling, you jumped up and climbed onto the pier from the water, as he walked onto the shore. You were ahead again, but Jughead wasn’t far behind. You stopped when you reached the end of the pier. He wasn’t expecting you to stop and fell straight into the water below. As he came up for air, he saw you laughing loudly at how you had tricked him.

“You tricked me!” He yelled, laughing. He splashed some water up at you, causing you to scream.

You continued to laugh as you jumped into the water next to him. He leaned in for another kiss as a light caught your eye. A light had flickered on inside the old house. Oh no, someone must be there!

Jughead saw it, too and looked back at you, surprised. You both instantly rushed for shore. A figure began to emerge from a door in the house as you both reached shore and threw on your shoes. There was no time for your clothes, the stranger could keep them. You had to get out of there.

You managed to scoop up Jughead’s signature beanie before running off into the surrounding woods.

You followed Jughead until you’d returned to a neighborhood a few streets over from yours. You both stopped to catch your breath.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry. Nothing like that has ever happened when I’ve been there.” Jughead felt bad about pushing you into that situation, but he had no clue somebody would be in that house.

After you took a second to catch your breath, you looked over at Jughead and burst out laughing. “JJ, that was the most dangerously fun thing I’ve ever done!”

He smirked at you and started laughing, too. “I guess it is pretty funny.”

“You should have seen your face when that person came out of the house.” You continued to roar with laughter.

After what felt like an eternity of laughter, the two of you began to walk back towards your street. You suddenly remember what you were carrying. “Oh, I grabbed this for you, JJ,” you said, holding up his beanie. “You’re not really you without it.” You placed it on top of his head. It didn’t sit right on his wet hair, but neither of you really cared. Jughead smiled at you before leaning in for another kiss.

PRESENT DAY

Jughead glanced at you in Archie’s arm before turning towards the exit. “I was just leaving.”

neighbor! park woojin

i’m sorry (again) that this is so late! i hope you guys like it

  • you both are college students living in the same apartment complex across from each other(let’s pretend that the rule that freshman have to live on campus doesn’t exist, idk if this rule exists in other countries but i’m going to assume it does)
  • you both share your apartments with a roommate, him with daehwi and you with your friend
  • honestly neither of you go out that much so neither of you are really known in the complex, you just know woojin as daehwi’s roommate and he knows you as your friend’s roommate
  • you and woojin have classes starting at the same time, so unless one of you is off schedule you two always exit your apartments at the same time
  • because y'all live across from each other once you finish locking the door you two always turn around and end up facing each other wow awkward
  • the very first day of class it startled you both and every day after it still has the same effect
  • after you two recover from your little jumpscare there’s always a lot of awkward waving and mumbled “good morning"s IMAGINE IN WOOJIN’S MORNING VOICE TOO and blushing
  • and then comes the wordless "you go first” “no, you go first” conversation with a lot of stepping back and gesturing because it’d be weird to walk side by side down the hallway let’s be honest (woojin always lets you go first and always bows as you pass it’s actually really cute)
  • what makes things more awkward is that your friend and daehwi are friends with everyone and therefore friends with each other
  • daehwi comes over sometimes and your friend goes to their place, sometimes woojin gets dragged along and sometimes you get dragged along
  • sitting on the edge of their couch holding a glass of water watching daehwi and your friend yell at each other (conversationally), hands twitching because you want to reach for your phone but not actually taking it because you don’t want to be rude
  • so you settle for staring at woojin, who looks as awkward as you feel but ten times more attractive staring off into space instead
  • sometimes you and woojin make awkward eye contact and do the looking away speedy quick thing
  • this exact process happens way more than you would like to admit
  • just when you think this awkwardness will just last forever a fateful day occurs!! as it always does
  • this whole spiel begins with literally a two minute delay in woojin’s morning routine
  • he’s late enough so you don’t see him at the door but he dashes into the elevator just as the doors are closing
  • his face is a little flushed and he’s panting and his hair is obviously uncombed and… is currently nestling a pen
  • at first you’re confused because woojin is never late (it’s usually you hurrying, then you remember daehwi complaining a couple days ago about woojin skipping dinner to study for his midterms
  • so you ask him if he was up late studying
  • “h-how did you know?”
  • “daehwi said you had midterms. also, there’s a,,, uh,,,,, you have a pen in your hair.”
  • for some reason you get Gutsy Af and and reach over to untangle the pen from his hair
  • his hair is reALLY FUCKING SOFT and when you get the pen out your fingers like,,,,, linger for a little because his hair is so nice
  • “uhhhhhh…… thanks”
  • woojin suddenly can’t look you in the eye
  • by then the elevator has arrived onto the lobby floor and people are waiting to get in
  • “excuse me, are you two supposed to get out on this floor?”
  • a lot of rushed apologizing and you and woojin bowing as you two back out of the elevator all flustered and blushing
  • afterwards you two are walking towards campus (it’s like a minute away it’s nice) and you two both kind of look at each other and start laughing
  • the laughing doesn’t stop until you two have to part to get to class
  • honestly nothing was funny at all it’s just one of those things where you can’t stop laughing ya feel
  • anywAYS after that there was literally no awkwardness at all it’s like magic!!! honestly blessed witchcraft brought you two together
  • the same day after class you knock on his door and daehwi literally screams when he sees you at the entrance with spicy ramen and a 2-liter coke bottle
  • “WOOJIN YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU ACTUALLY ASKED THEM TO DATE YOU AFTER SO LONG”
  • “daehwi shut up riGHT NOW,,,,,, oh hi y/n what brings you here???,,, don’t mind daehwi forget what he said hah ahhahahahaha…”
  • “uh i know you have midterms and you’re up all night and missing dinner so um… i brought food and caffeine and sugar………… i hope this helps”
  • woojin takes the stuff from you sets it on their dinner table then literally runs and pounces on you
  • listen he wouldn’t normally hug someone he barely knows but like… he’s so tired and kind of delirious and he thinks you’re really cute so he just went in
  • “jesus is real”
  • you smile and hug him and rub his back and wish him good luck on studying because you realize he’s just a big hyper puppy
  • obviously now that you two are Close Pals this neighbor situation has changed quite drastically
  • big smiles and excited waves, most of the time overexaggerated as hell for jokes (imagine woojin grinning so so so wide at you and thrashing his arm around in the air like a little kid how freakin adorable)
  • ever since the Fateful Day you two have taken to bringing each other spicy ramen and coke whenever one knows the other has a long day/night ahead
  • instead of ur friend dragging you around or daehwi dragging woojin around the tables have now turned
  • you and woojin hang out just to watch mukbangs and judge the people filming them while competing to see who can catch the most grapes in their mouth
  • sometimes when woojin practices dancing he’ll forget that his speaker is on full volume
  • you’ll be scared to death by a sudden blast of some pop song followed by a yelp and loud cursing
  • at first you tried to ignore it but now you knock on their door and yell at him for a bit if you can even call it yelling like cmon how can you be mad at woojin for something as small as that
  • woojin just grins and sheepishly says sorry and invites you to watch him and give him criticism
  • you never have any to give, usually woojin just mutters to himself about all the things that need “fixing”
  • once when hanging out he told you daehwi made horrible coffee but he had no choice but to drink it because he never woke up early enough to make his own
  • you told him you don’t have anything for breakfast except coffee
  • every morning now after locking your doors you hand woojin an extra cup of coffee you made and he hands you one of his extra granola bars
  • it’s cute you two look out for each other
  • *insert daehwi complaining about how woojin never drinks his coffee anymore and the lack of granola bars*
  • you two walk to school together and everyone who sees you thinks you two are a couple because they don’t know y'all live across from each other and they’ve never seen you two together in the mornings
  • when people ask if you are both of you just blush and quickly deny it
  • but both of you are both a lil sad to admit that y'all aren’t an item…..
  • maybe one day ;)
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Jace knows his infatuation with his neighbor is kind of creepy.

He has been told several times, by Alec and Izzy and Magnus separately, that he needs to either talk to the guy or stop posting about him on Twitter. But that’s much easier said than done.

You develop a certain kind of intimacy with the person who lives in the apartment beside yours. With thin walls that accompany cheap housing, Jace could hear everything that went on in Simon Lewis’ apartment and vice versa. When Simon turned the volume up on his TV too high, Jace could hear direct lines from Ghostbusters. When he played his guitar, Jace could hear it. When he had friends over and he was laughing, Jace could hear it. He had a great laugh.

His crush had first developed nearly five months ago, and since then he’d been hopeless. He’d had a cold and was coughing non-stop, unaware at the time that his neighbor could definitely hear it.

There had been a knock on his door and he’d gotten up to answer with his blanket wrapped firmly around himself, hair unbrushed, looking completely disgusting because he’d assumed it was Alec and he didn’t care how he looked around his brother.

But Simon had been standing there instead, a bowl in his hands and a cheerful smile on his face.

“Hey!” He’d chirped when Jace answered. “I know we’ve only talked like, twice, but you sound really sick and I would’ve felt like a horrible neighbor if I just listened to you suffer and did nothing about it. So I, uh, made you some soup. I hope that’s okay.”

Jace had been overwhelmed and horrified with the fact that his cute neighbor had made him soup and that his cute neighbor was seeing him in a terribly unattractive state, so it took his brain a few moments to sort through it all and formulate an answer.

“Thank you,” he’d said sincerely, taking the warm bowl in his hands, “seriously this is so nice. Thank you.”

Simon had beamed, which Jace was fairly certain had healed him a little bit. “I hope you feel better soon. And you know if you need anything, just knock on my door. Or the wall, I guess.”

And from that moment on, Jace was smitten.

So occasionally, when Simon did something cute, Jace tweeted about it. So what?

It was all fine until he got a notification on his phone which read: @SIGHMONLEWIS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.

At first, Jace’s idiotic brain had registered this as good news. And then every tweet that he had ever sent out about Simon’s face and his guitar skills and his cute Star Wars pajamas that he wore out into the lobby to get his mail came back in vivid detail and he panicked.

He frantically scrolled down his profile, hastily deleting any tweet that mentioned Simon. He was just starting to calm down, thinking that Simon probably hadn’t even bothered to look down his account, when a DM came through.

Simon had shared a tweet of Jace’s that said “Pretty boy next door is singing again……#blessed” and accompanied it with a message that said “appreciate the feedback, dude” with a laughing emoji.

Jace blacked out for a few moments from extreme terror.

He didn’t even remember dialing Alec’s number, but soon enough his brother’s soothing voice was in his ear, talking him down.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” Alec said calmly. “If anything, he might like it. They’re compliments!”

“Some people think stalking is a compliment.” Jace said with a slightly hysterical scoff. “He’s probably so creeped out, oh my god. He probably sent that message so that I would know he’s creeped out. He’s probably taking screenshots and sending them to his friends and asking them to look for apartment listings.”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion!” Alec insisted.

“How did he even find my Twitter?” Jace wondered aloud, realizing for the first time that he had never shared it.

“Well, Isabelle followed him. And she’s been to your place dozens of times, so he probably recognized her. And you’re always on her feed, because you’re both obsessed with taking selfies together, so he probably found you that way.” Alec sounded proud of himself for his deduction. Jace saw red.

“She followed him?” Jace hissed. “That makes it worse! He’s going to think I talk about him to my family and friends!”

“You do.” Alec pointed out.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to go talk to him.” Jace decided with a deep breath. That was the best course of action. If he avoided Simon, it would be a million times worse the next time he ran into him in the hall. He needed to fix this, or at least give Simon the option to choose never to speak to him again.

“That seems like a bad idea.” Alec advised. “Maybe take a few minutes to calm down first. Think about what you’re going to say.”

“No, no, I have to do it now or I’ll lose my nerve.” Jace said. “Love you, I’ll call you if I need to move in with you and Magnus, bye.”

And he hung up. He spent a few seconds messing with his hair and trying to calm his erratic heartbeat before swallowing his pride and knocking on Simon’s door.

Simon answered after a painstaking couple of seconds where Jace began to convince himself that he’d fled the country. He was in sweatpants and a yellow tee that read “Hufflepuff’ across the chest. His hair was slightly messy and something about him looked off, but he was still beautiful. He smiled at Jace, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, it’s my number one fan!” He teased, effectively making Jace’s face heat up by twenty degrees. “You want me to perform a song?”

“Uh, I wanted to explain.” Jace said, trying to recall his improv skills from high school theatre. “I just, I know it might seem like I’m uh, obsessed with you or something, but I just tweet about stuff that happens in my life a lot so it’s not really you specifically, just…”

Simon seemed amused, his lips pulled into a permanent smirk. “It’s okay, man.”

“It’s weird.” Jace sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping. “I know it is. If you want me to delete my account and never speak to you again, I totally will.”

“What?” Simon shook his head. “No! I mean, really it’s okay. It was kinda…cute, actually.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Simon nodded, then cast his eyes downward. “And I may or may not have a Tumblr where I’ve occasionally posted about my hot neighbor. So.”

All of the panic in Jace’s body thawed and melted into absolute relief, shortly followed by ecstatic joy. He’d never even entertained the thought that his pretty neighbor might be into him, too. It had honestly never crossed his mind.

Simon looked like he was about to say something else, but he very suddenly pulled an arm up and muffled a quiet sneeze in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” he said with a sniffle, “I think I’m catching a cold.”

Jace smiled, already moving back toward his door. “That’s too bad. Maybe some soup would help?”

Simon beamed and nodded, already falling into step behind Jace. “That’d be great. And then you could tweet about it.”

“And you could post on Tumblr about it.” Jace countered.

Simon laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to hear on the opposite side of the wall for the first time. “We’re so creepy.”

“It’s not creepy anymore,” Jace pointed out, “now it’s cute.”

“You’re right.” Simon agreed, settling on Jace’s couch. “We’re so cute.”

Likeness

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Characters - Dean x Reader
Word Count - 331
Warnings - Language.


“Hold still,” you scold. “I can’t sketch you if you keep moving, Dean.”

Your eyes skip from the paper you’re sketching on, to him, making faces and wiggling in his seat.

“Dean,” you whine. “For the love of all that is holy, will you please be still? I’m just gonna keep jacking up your nose at this rate.”

He looks scandalized and reaches over to pull at your sketchpad.

“Lemme see!”

“No, Dean!” You yank the pad back, clutching it to your chest. “You can’t look at it yet! If you don’t stay still, I won’t let you have your bribe anyway. So sit still and shut up, Winchester. The quicker you do that, the sooner you get your precious pie.”

It isn’t long after the threat of taking away his pie that he settles down long enough for you to get at least one decent sketch of his face. You stare at it, a little sad that it isn’t as close to the likeness of him that you’d hoped for.

“Holy shit,” he breathes low and heavy right into your ear. You jump, a little startled that you hadn’t even noticed him get up at all as you were critiquing your sketch.

“Is that a good or a bad holy shit?”

“That’s a good holy shit, babe. Is- is that really how you see me?”

He’s looking at the paper like it’s this precious thing and reluctantly takes it as you hand it to him.

“Yeah, more or less. It’s uh, not as detailed as I would have liked but-”

“It’s perfect.” He says it so easily, like it’s truth. “It’s- it’s perfect.”

You smile, a little stunned at his adamant response.

“Well, you can have it if you like it so much.”

He grins, taking great care as he tears the paper from it’s spiral binding. He folds it carefully, setting it gingerly in his breastpocket.

“C’mon. You can have a slice of my pie in exchange.”

“Deal, Winchester.”