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When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr  ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”.  I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

Enjoy~


Originally posted by scientists-and-stars

     Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days. 

     All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway. 

     Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson. 

     And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.

     Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.

     Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.

     The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.

     You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them. 

     But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.

     “Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.

      To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.

      You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough. 

     Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.

     By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes. 

     “Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.

     “Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.

     While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and  Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.

     The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you. 

     John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.

     All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.

     On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep. 

     When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.

     “W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily

     “You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.

      “Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,

     Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.

     Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.

     Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior. 

     Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.

     When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes. 

     After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories. 

     You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.

     As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy. 

     Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute. 

     Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.

     “Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair. 

     Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace. 

     Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.

      You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”

     You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.

     He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”

      You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.

     As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you. 

     Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

     “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.

     “H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.

     Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.

     Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.

     The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*

     Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.  

      John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well. 

       Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward. 

      John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”

     Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”

     Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.

     “Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.

     John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.

     John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him. 

     You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other. 

     You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow. 

     As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours. 

Apologies; H.S.

I hear his laugh resonating through the room and immediately, without a second thought, my eyes try to locate him. It’s been a while, a few months, since we had last seen or spoken one another. Another man’s arm is draped over my waist as he guides me through the mass of people. We’ve been together for a few weeks, but it never had felt the same as if it were Harry. They always warned me you would never forget your first love.

I think I’m staying in this dreading relationship out of comfort. I don’t like being alone and when I’m occupied, my mind can’t wander towards the thing I desired most. I know he would be here tonight, I just hoped, with all my heart, that I could avoid him.

“Y/n!” My name sounds out of a familiar mouth and I relocate my gaze – away from searching Harry – to the man in front of me. “Oh! Niall. Hi love. How are you?” I’m glad to see a familiar face that I actually like – more like adore – and casually throw my arms around his neck for a friendly hug.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you! What have you been up to?” Niall smiles but I notice his gaze flicker to the male beside me and I can see the small hint of disappointment. He’s not alone.

“Nothing much. Trying to pick up life again.” I shrug my shoulders as I step away from my date for the evening and take a step towards Niall. I turn us so I have a clear view of the remainder of the room as Niall merely stares at me.

“You should talk to him babe. I’m sure he’d like that. He’s here, you know?” Niall, on cue, turns around to try and locate one of his former-bandmembers but he sighs when he can’t spot Harry in this instant. “I have noticed already, yes.” I reciprocate, my own gaze floating over the many heads present tonight to hope and see that brown mop of hair I loved threading my fingers through.

“Between you and I,” he starts and leans in at the same time, his lips lightly brushing my ear, “I’m sure you could fix this.” Niall keeps hovering there, awaiting my response and I can’t help to let my eyes flicker. If he saw, Niall would have a black eye. When I see he is preoccupied with some of his mates, I refocus back on the void in front of me.

“Promises are broken like a stitch is. Something Harry once told me.” I whisper in return, blinking slowly when I see his frame appear behind Niall’s, in the distance. He motions to a secluded place in the back of room and I can already feel my cheeks heating when I think back about all the things we’d sneakily do during these parties.

“I’m sorry Niall, I have something I need to do.” I squeeze his biceps as I grant him a bright, genuine smile before turning to my date for the evening. I tap him on the shoulder and hurriedly mumble that I need to freshen up and bolt away.

Harry has already disappeared behind the curtain and when I slip through also, I see there’s a small, secluded hallway. “Are we allowed here?”
“Probably not. But that means we can’t be disturbed. Y/n, I need to talk to you.” Harry steps closer, causing me to take a step back.

“Haven’t you already said everything that had to be said?” I remember every word that slipped past his lips the night he told me this, we, wouldn’t work out. They resonate through my mind over and over again. “I know I’m selfish. But I don’t ever want to see you with him.” Harry takes another step, and this time I don’t back down.

“Harry, I – you were the one that ended this. I can’t keep locking myself up forever. Do you expect me to reserve myself for you when you decide you’ve made the wrong decision?” I throw my hands up in exasperation, shaking my head. He can’t expect me to be okay with this. I haven’t heard from him, I’ve decided it was time to move on – if you can call it that – and there he is.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time, Y/n. And I’m sure of it. He’s right where I should be.” Harry casts his eyes towards the floor, his hands jammed in his pockets. He seems defeated, empty almost, and I want to reach out and hug him close to my chest. Even though I desperate want so, I need to hang onto that thread of self-worth I still possess for the time being.

“Isn’t that something you could’ve figured out months ago? You have absolutely no idea what I have been through.” My voice cracks in the middle of my sentence and I sniff loudly. I’m blinking feverishly to keep possible tears at bay as I turn a quarter, away from Harry’s penetrating gaze.

“Apologies are never going to fix this, right?” Harry steps closer and closer until he has cornered me against the wall. I feel my resentment toward him crumbling and I can’t help but reach out for him, to lay my hand on his chest. His heart beats rapidly underneath his clothing, causing me to press my hand even harder against his chest. I take a few moments to recollect my thoughts. Him saying these words to me is everything I’ve lulled myself to sleep with.

“I – I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you but that doesn’t mean it’s all good thoughts either.” As I speak the words to keep him at bay, my fingers have curled around his blazer and I’m pulling him closer and closer until our chests are touching.

“Don’t tempt me, Y/n.” It may not be a good idea, but I have made my decision.

“I’m not tempting you, I’m inviting you.” With my last words spoken, I close the small gap between us and press my lips upon his. His arms immediately encircle my waist and my hands cup his neck as I let his kiss guide me home. “Please give me another chance, Y/n.” Harry mumbles against my lips as his hand slowly inches down and he cups my bum, forcing me to lift my leg up and hitch it around his hips.

I don’t say anything, instead I try to kiss him again. He lets me, but only for a short while before he breaks our lips apart again. “One date. Please.
“One date.” I mumble in return, very well knowing that I’m back in as deep as I were the first time Harry had requested one date. His fingers circle around my wrist and he pulls me out of the door, away from the party.

“Harry I – I came here with someone.” I stop him in his tracks, guilt taking over my body as I think about how I am what I never wanted to become. Harry’s smile fades in a split second before he averts his gaze from mine. “Were you serious?”

“I – uhm, I guess not.” I give a light tug on Harry’s arm to grab his attention. A frown forms on my features before I roll my eyes dramatically. “As if you don’t know you’re the only one, Harry. Come on.” It immediately pulls the bright grin back on his lips as he pulls me toward him so swiftly I bump into his chest. “God woman, how I love you.”

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“Absolutely not. There is no way you are dragging me into a muggle dress shop to sit around while you try on dresses,” Sirius shook his head. “Please, Pads?” Y/N stuck out her bottom lip, giving him the pouty face she knew her best friend couldn’t say ‘no’ to. Sirius groaned. “Why does it even matter?” “Because your my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I need your opinion!” Y/N cried dramatically, throwing herself into Sirius’ lap. “Bit dramatic today, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Sirius,” Y/N whined, burying her face into his stomach. “Y/N, why don’t you just have William go with you to pick out the dress?” Sirius asked, reaching down to gently play with her hair. “He can’t see my dress before the ball!” Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from his lap. “And besides, he’ll just tell me I look good in everything. You’ll give me an honest opinion,” she added. “You do look good in everything,” Sirius laughed. “I know that,” Y/N gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “But you’ll tell me which one I look best in. And I need that. And I need you there to support me because you’re my best friendddddd,” she pouted, throwing herself across his lap once again. Sirius shook his head, unable to believe that he was about to agree to this. “Fine,” he huffed. “Let’s go.” “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed, sitting up and throwing her arms around him before jumping up and bounding to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

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Don’t Say Anything (part 7)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying

A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.


“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”

Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.

“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.

“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.

“And we’re watching it this week as well.”

“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.

The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.

Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..

He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.

“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.

Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.

The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”

“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.

“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.

“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.

“When you love someone-”

“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”

You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.

When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.


He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.

“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.

“Is something wrong?”

He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”

“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.

“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.

“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.

“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.

“He was making Y/N laugh.”

“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”

“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.

“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?

Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”

“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.

“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”

Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”

“Pietro is an asshole.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.

She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?

“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.

“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.

“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.

“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.

“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”

You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”

He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.


A/N: Here you gooooooo, tell me what ya think! :)

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Bad Match Part 7

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing, fluffy, slow burn.

A/N: So, after I posted part 6, I saw someone commenting how odd it is to readers with curly hair (me included) when Reader characters curl their hair to a party. I’m really sorry if anyone didn’t feel represented by that particular part or any other part of the story. I’m still learning and I really appreciate feedback of any kind.

I loved writing this chapter, I hope you guys like it too.

Feedback? I live for it!

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (coming soon)

“Y/N Y/L/N, long time no see.” You didn’t have to turn around to know to whom that voice coming from behind you belonged. That was the same voice that spent the last two years of your life putting you down, making you feel unworthy and now was causing a shiver to run down your spine, not the good kind though. You widened your eyes at Sharon, who was gently shaking her head. You knew she was trying to calm you down with her facial expression.

You slowly moved around to face the owner of the voice, he was smirking at you with a glass of whisky in hand, measuring your figure head-to-toe and narrowing his eyes in a clear disapproval sign.

“Jeff?” you barely whispered, trying to control your uneasy breathing.

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Probably prompted by the crack of your voice, Sharon’s hand landed on the small of your back and you sighed gratefully that she was there by your side. Jeff’s face was definitely one you would never dare to imagine you would see that night, but he was there, staring at you with that smug smirk so characteristic of him.

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Family

Draco x slytherin weasley!reader

Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn’t mind?! Id love if you did!

note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol

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Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn’t deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family.
He’d watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.

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A Midnight Snack (Tom Holland x Reader)

Y/N- Your name

Warnings: Zilch

Between studying part time and holding down 2 jobs just to pay for the excess of textbooks you needed, food was the last thing on your mind. On the go coffee and dry crackers with a bit of cheese was the lifestyle you had time for, but in the midst of a midnight craving, you could go for anything.

12:38am. It’d been 2 hours and you still couldnt manage to get to sleep. You’re 6am wake up was looking mighty shit at this point, but the salty goodness of a ham and cheese toasty sounded like it would bring world peace. Chucking your robe on, you made your way down the stairs of your Kingston townhouse you shared with your boyfriend, Tom.

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After being with Tom for 3 years it only made sense that when he moved out of his parents home (just a stones throw away), that you moved in with him. Regardless of the fact that he was away so often filming and doing press, he wanted to be able to come home to you. You had just come back to your old share flat from the movies one day, pulling in to the drive way, Tom shut off the engine to take your hand in his. ‘Y/N love?’ his voice shifted as he called your attention. ‘What is it Tom?’

‘I was thinking, I love you and everything.’

‘We’ve been together for 3 years you dipshit, I’d bloody hope you woul-’

’-move in with me, please? When I move out next month, I want you to come with me. I plan on having you in my life for a fucking long time Y/N, and I just want to know that no matter where I am in the world, I’ll have someone who loves me the way you do to come home to.’ It caught you by surprise, and maybe you weren’t ready, and a little unsure, but you knew what you wanted.

'It’s about bloody time Thomas.’ - The chilled surfaced of the kitchen tiles shocked your feet as you made your way over to the pantry. Searching for the loaf of bread you needed to get this ham cheese toasty show on the road, a soft hum caught your ear, which slowly turned into a deep snore. Making your way out of the kitchen and across the hall to the living room you found Tom tucked in the corner of the lounge. His tousled brown locks hung over his drooped head, framing his face so they covered one of his eyes. Curled against one of the yellow cable knit cushions you had specifically said were for decorative purposes- he had one hand resting underneath his head while the other layed across his stomach. To your delight, he wore a total of no shirt whatsoever, revealing a spectrum of his hard work at the gym. This paired with the grey sweatpants he sported that hung low on his hips, you had never seen a more perfect vision.

As re runs of Love Island played on the television you crept lightly across the carpet, taking a seat on the lounge next to his head.

'Tom? Darling?’ you cooed to him as you carefully moved the hair out of his eyes. Taking your hand softly through the length of his soft curls, he stirred.

'Mm? Y/N?’ Hearing him say your name so dazed made you laugh a little. You slid your hand down, taking his cheek in your hand and as you leaned down to peck him sweetly on the lips you so longed to touch, he swept you up turning you on your back, pinning you beneath his tensed arms.

'TOM! I thought you were asleep you dick!’ you accused, hitting him on his chest.

'Well I was! It’s your presence love, I can sense it, it calls to me. It’s like spidey sense’

You stared at him blankly, 'you are so full of shit’.

'I know, but you love it’ he winked slyly.

Tom bent down taking a finger slowly down the side of your neck. You could hear his breathing, steady and constant. When he kissed you hard in that moment, biting your lip, inhaling your very being with all the love he had, you almost started to forget about your ham and cheese toasty.

'As much as I am loving this and am very excited about where we could take it, I did come down here for a purpose’ you stated affirmatively.

'And what would that be darling girl?’ Tom had started to move lower, you had barley realised he was attending to the sensitive spot just above your hip.

'A ham and cheese toasty.’

'You’re telling me you would rather be having a cheese toasty right now?’

'Well a HAM and cheese toasty, and yes, I’m STARVING’ you whined, slightly child like.

Sighing slightly, Tom rolled to his right off of the lounge, taking a hand through his misplaced hair. He offered you a hand up.

'C'mon then. Let’s get the lady what she needs.’

You took his hand, getting off of the lounge, you both made your way back to the kitchen, Tom holding you firmly by your waist, almost guiding you. Opening the pantry you started looking for the loaf of bread again when Tom stopped you. 'Just what do you think your doing my sweet?’

'I’m getting the bread out, you grab the sandwich press.’

'No no. My girl wants a ham and cheese toasty, that’s what I’ll give her.’ 'Come here’ he said coming chest to head with you. He clamped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you, sitting you on the kitchen bench.

'I’m gonna make you the best toasty you’ve ever bloody had.’ You laughed at him, appreciating him all at the same time. As he threw some packet cheese slices and some left over ham on some bread, you questioned, 'the BEST hey?’

'Of course!’ He chucked the hot toasty on a plate bringing it over to you. He slipped himself to stand between your legs, 'open up then’ he said as he brought the toasty to your mouth. Taking a bite you were fulfilled with satisfaction, your late night craving slowly being cured. 'Mm that’s amazing.’

'I told you sooo’ Tom sang successfully. You finished off your much needed snack in a solid minute flat. Putting your plate to the side of you on the bench, you wrapped your arms around Toms neck, pulling him closer into your grip.

'So is there anything you can’t do?’ you drew circles on the back of his shoulder, kissing his jaw, moving swiftly to his lips. You pulled away to look at the kind brown eyes you fell in love with all those years ago.

'Of course not love. I’m Spider-Man.’

•This is my first piece of writing for Tom Holland. I know it’s short and kind of terrible but I hope you like it xx

How I ship Gency:

I like to think that Angela is a kind but very very tired soul that continues to push herself beyond her limits for the good of humanity. She’s constantly trying to improve medical science and works long hours to make it happen. She will sometimes go days without sleep on the job and forget to eat. Over the years, it has made her jaded - almost dead inside. But she does what she must.

One day, a body is rushed to her by Blackwatch all the way from Japan. She has never seen this man - or what’s left of him - before, but he’s obviously very important to Overwatch’s interests if he was rushed to her to be saved. So she begins the grueling process of breathing life back into his body. Thanks to the advances in medicine that she has pioneered, she is able to save the miraculous, weak heartbeat in him. Regardless, she still works for months slowly rebuilding him and salvaging any organic parts possible. All the while he is comatose.

The first time he awakens, he is disoriented, angry, and violent. Angela has to call for back up to restrain him so she can explain where he is, what has happened, and that he is safe. Gabriel Reyes enters during this time. Reyes doesn’t beat around the bush. He tells the man - Shimada Genji - that he was saved because they need his knowledge of the Shimada clan in order to dismantle it - that he will be instrumental in taking down his family business. Angela is horrified. She’d never been told to what end Overwatch needed this man - only that he held valuable information. She only guessed who or what he could be. Perhaps an important diplomat or undercover agent - but not an outsider. Not someone who would be in their debt for life. Her operations on him were costly. There was no way Overwatch would do that and expect nothing in return. Though they worked for the safety of the world - Angela knew they were not a charity.

She shoots a piercing glare in Reyes’ direction - saying silently, “This is NOT what I signed up for! We WILL talk about this later!” Reyes ignores her look. He waits for Shimada’s response. The man is silent. Thinking. After a pregnant pause, his gaze crawls up to their faces and a chill runs through Angela’s spine.

“I could be more than just information,” he says with seething rage boiling in his eyes. Reyes lifts an eyebrow. Angela can’t breathe. Shimada continues, “It would be my pleasure to assist in destroying my brother’s empire.” His lips curl at the word brother.

Reyes and Shimada exchange hard stares at one another. Reyes is the first to speak. “What are you asking, boy?”

“Let me personally assist on this project. On the field. I know more secrets than just the business of the empire - and how to exploit them. I am already a trained fighter with extensive experience in stealth and… Other fields of interest to your organization.” The menace in his gaze reveals that he speaks the truth.

Angela leaves abruptly. She doesn’t need to look at Reyes to know that he will accept Shimada’s offer. She is so very tired.

She assists in Shimada’s recovery. She fine-tunes his motor skills. She helps him learn to walk again. She helps familiarize him with his new functions… She refuses to comply with Blackwatch’s request to integrate weaponry into his cybernetic body. She hates weapons. She hates violence - it’s what stole her parents from her in the war. She has only ever killed in battle when absolutely necessary and in self-defense, and she has no intention of making instrument of death.

They confiscate her medical files on Shimada-san. She is told she will no longer be his overseeing doctor. She does not see him for a long time.

She cannot help but worry about him. She spent months caring for him in his most vulnerable state, yet here he is working for Blackwatch with cybernetic weapons and enhancements. His new armor covers his face. She has not seen it since the day he awoke.

Over the years, she occasionally hears of strides made in the Shimada Empire Project. Inside jobs. Sabotage. Assassinations. She always thinks of Shimada-san.

Then everything goes to hell.

With the Swiss headquarters razed to the ground and Overwatch outlawed by the PETRAS Act, Angela is alone and so very tired. Overwatch and Blackwatch agents have scattered across the Earth, she among them. Despite the weight of the world on her shoulders, she can’t help but wonder in the back of her mind what Shimada will do now. His rage and bitterness had driven his actions since the day he was revived. Where would he go with no organization or project? She worries.

A year passes. She receives a letter - a hand-written letter?? It’s covered with postage and forwarding stamps to multiple addresses. It is from Shimada. The contents are awkward with apologies and abundant with reluctance at even writing to her. He is apparently staying with the Shambali monks in Nepal under the teachings of Zenyatta Tekhartha. He writes that Zenyatta insisted that he begin writing letters to someone in his life as a part of his healing process. Healing process? He ends the letter with an apology for bothering her.

“Healing process”… Her heart warms at the thought. She writes him back, expressing that she is not bothered by his letters and informing him of her current mailing address for future ones.

For the next three years she looks forward to every letter. She is still overworked. Still trying to better the world. Still so very tired. But his letters remind her that working to help others heal is valid and worth the pain. His transformation is gradual, but evident. At first he is guarded - only sharing bare minimum details of his lessons. As they exchange letters, however, she begins to see his walls crumble as he shares more personal thoughts and feelings. He even starts to inject wry humor into his script. She doesn’t know for certain, and maybe it could never truly be this way, but Angela believes she is getting to meet the man from before the fight with his brother. He asks that she refer to him by his first name, Genji, so that he is not reminded of the name he shares with his brother, Hanzo.

Genji still refers to her as Miss Ziegler.

The Overwatch recall blindsides her, yet she travels to Gibraltar as soon as possible… She knows where she belongs. She writes Genji from Gibraltar informing him of her new address. She does not receive a reply. She worries.

One day, several weeks after the recall, a stranger covered from head to toe in intricately designed garments appears on their doorstep, an omnic companion in tow. Winston greets them hesitantly, Angela unconsciously stands slightly behind the gorilla. The stranger stares past Winston and into Angela’s face, saying nothing at first. Several moments pass. The omnic places a hand on the man’s shoulder, and he seems to relax a bit. He is hesitating. Why? Slowly, the man lifts his hands to undo the headdress covering his face, all the while keeping his gaze locked on Angela.

A moment more passes as he unties the cloth around his head. Then all at once the headdress is off, leaving his face naked.

Rich brown eyes meet hers, steadied with courage. Pale, old scars marble his face, crawling upward and across his cheeks, nose, and lips. His mechanical jaw clenches in apprehension. His black hair is plastered to his forehead from the headdress he’d been wearing not long ago.

Angela cannot breathe as she looks upon the face that she has not seen since the day she revived him.

Genji.

She is hugging him before she realizes what she’s doing. His arms hover over her back, shock evident in his face. Pulling back and wiping joyful tears from her eyes, she apologizes for surprising him.“But,” she adds with a wry smile “you surprised me first! So we are even.”

The shock in his eyes melts into something softer that she cannot name. He chuckles. “I suppose you are right, Miss Ziegler.”

She feels a prick of annoyance at his formality, but quickly squashes it. After all, she’s just heard him laugh for the first time. She smiles genuinely. “You seem well, Genji.”

What passes across his expression can be described as nothing other than the purest of inner tranquility. The corners of his lips upturn just slightly. His gaze is soft, unguarded as he looks into her eyes. The shadows of the violent rage that boiled in his soul so many years ago are nowhere to be found. “I am a different man now. I am whole.”

Her heart squeezes. Tears blur her vision and she cannot help grinning as the joy for him thrums throughout her body. “…That is wonderful!” she manages.

She is the furthest thing from tired.

Sometimes people need to heal before love can blossom. Falling in love is not the cure-all. But loving others, building those relationships through the thick of it all - that is one of the most important bonds you can ever have.

Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 

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Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.

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Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.

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Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”

“I-”

“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.


A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

Tacos and Tequila - Ch.1

Said I wasn’t gonna post this till I’d written it all but hey I’m a big lying liar. This is a College AU inspired by a ridiculous prompt from @bugheadjonesiii which happens to be the title of this fic. So yeah, there’s that.

Betty drives almost four hours in a snowstorm to visit her best friend, Archie Andrews, at college, only to arrive and find out that Archie isn’t home, won’t be returning, and hadn’t even told his roommate she was coming. Snowed in and less than happy about it, Betty might come to learn that 48 hours trapped with Jughead Jones won’t be that bad after all.

Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Read on AO3


Before

Betty is out of breath by the time she makes it to the top of the staircase, dragging her uncooperative suitcase behind her – it had gotten stuck on every obstacle possible, flipping over more than once and nipping at the backs of her heels the rest of the time. She’d stood outside the student apartment building for a good ten minutes before someone had come by to let her in, her persistent pressing of Archie’s buzzer going entirely unanswered.

“Oh, hey, hold the door please!” she’d yelled, hurrying to catch it before it swung shut on her once again. She’d stepped away in the hopes of reaching Archie on his cell phone instead, but had once again had no luck. The disinterested student barely stopped to slide his hand across the glass, pinning it open for a fraction of a second longer, Betty managing to catch the heavy weight with the tips of her frostbitten fingers. “Thanks,” she had huffed under her breath, sarcasm laced heavily in her tone.

To add to her plight the elevator had had a bright white sign slapped across it that read ‘out of order’, forcing her to take the stairs. Betty wasn’t unfit by any means, but right now she was tired, drained even, and wanted nothing more than to get inside her best friend’s room and just collapse on the nearest soft surface.

It wasn’t exactly how she’d wanted to arrive either. Bags beneath her eyes, drenched from standing in the flurry of snow that had started to come down mid-drive. The same snow that had already set her nerves on edge as she felt the road slicken beneath her tires. She pauses, trying to catch her breath and swipe some of the hair stuck to her damp skin away, before continuing down the hallway in search of Archie’s room, hoping the flush in her cheeks would fade by the time she found it.

The numbers 403 flash before her eyes and she knocks, fingers of her free hand fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater while she waits.

The door swings open and the first thing Betty thinks is naked.

Her eyes widen comically as she is met with an expanse of skin, wet and glistening slightly under the fluorescent lighting above. She rakes her gaze over the hard planes of the stranger’s chest before she can stop herself, noting the subtle ridges of abs – not nearly as defined as the ones she was used to catching glimpses of out of her bedroom window, but definitely still there – and a smattering of dark hair trailing down below a soft, white towel…

Her head snaps up, all efforts to rid her cheeks of their previous flush now in vein as she swallows nervously. The stranger is staring back at her, face unnervingly guarded. Betty clears her throat, holding her chin a fraction higher in an attempt to seem more put together than she is feeling. The stranger runs a hand through his wet hair, pushing back the long, ebony curls from in front of steady blue eyes. He has really long eyelashes, Betty thinks distractedly, before scrambling to pull her mind back from the diversion it had decided to take.

“Um, hi. I’m looking for Archie Andrews? I’m…”

“Betty Cooper.” Betty’s head bounces back in surprise at the sound of her name on his lips, snapping her mouth closed instantly. The corner of his own mouth tilts upwards minutely into an upper-handed smirk. “The blonde from the pictures,” he says by way of explanation, gesturing vaguely behind him.

Betty can’t stop the warmth that spreads throughout her chest at this statement; the knowledge that Archie had pictures up of her in his college room, had told people her name, settles comfortably in her stomach. The vague recollection of a name in a phone call pokes around the edges of her memory.

“And you’re… Jughead?” she asks warily, the nickname feeling foreign on her tongue.

“The one and only,” Jughead replies. There is a beat of silence as neither make a move to continue the conversation.

“Forgive my asking, but what exactly are you doing here?” Jughead finally questions, tilting his head inquisitively. The warmth in Betty’s chest turns to ice. His eyes feel intrusive as they stare back at her, making her want to curl in on herself until she becomes invisible.

“I… Archie didn’t say anything?” she mumbles, willing the prickle in the corner of her eyes not to turn to tears. Jughead shakes his head slightly. Betty nods, fingernails slipping from the hem of her sweater to the soft skin of her palm, poised just above the flesh. He’s just busy, it’s first semester after all, a reassuring voice tries to tell her. “I’m visiting for the weekend,” she tells Jughead, plastering an overly bright smile on her face. Jughead’s expression falters at her words.

“Archie isn’t here,” he says slowly, eyes taking on a certain wariness as he watches a range of emotions flit across Betty’s features. “He took off with some girl a few days ago and hasn’t come back yet.”

Some girl. There was always some girl, Betty thinks dejectedly, but that girl was never her. Embarrassment strikes white hot down her spine, glazing her eyes over as her nails pierce the skin of her palms. “Oh,” she whispers, unable to make her voice come out any louder.

“Do you want to hit me?” The unusual question snaps Betty out of her sudden spiral. Her brow furrows delicately and it’s her turn to regard him warily.

“Excuse me?”

His eyes lower pointedly to her clenched fists. She follows his gaze, immediately flexing her fingers. “Because, hey, I’d understand.” Betty shuts her eyes briefly, exhaling slowly out of her nose before looking back at the boy in the doorway.

“No, I don’t want to hit you,” she says in a more even tone, hints of amusement creeping in around the edges. He smiles at that, and Betty can’t help but note that the simple action softens his whole demeanour. A lump catches in her throat. “I just… I drove three and a half hours to see my best friend, who I haven’t seen in months, and he isn’t even here. And it’s snowing, and I nearly crashed on the way over here because some drivers are assholes, and students are assholes, and so are professors for that matter; did you know that one of mine sprung a surprise paper on us the other day and I had to complete it early before leaving to come here? Only to find out, as I’ve said before, Archie isn’t here and didn’t tell his roommate I was even coming,” she exhales, feeling her body lighten with every word that passes her lips, sagging against the handle of her suitcase.

Jughead’s eyes have crinkled around the corners as he regards her with mild enjoyment, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. He looks as if he’s about to say something before changing his mind and pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

“What?” Betty asks with a sigh, sensing his hesitation. She doesn’t even care that she’s just unloaded her every frustration on this unsuspecting man, clad only in his towel, in the doorway of his college residence.

“You blink when you say the word ‘asshole’,” he tells her, that devilish smirk slipping back onto his face. Betty looks at him indignantly.

“No, I don’t,” she retorts before even figuring out why she feels she should be offended by his accusation. “I’m perfectly capable of saying ‘asshole’ without blinking.”

“You blinked again.” She purses her lips together because damn it, he’s right. She did blink. She supposes it was many years of Alice Cooper telling her that ladies didn’t use such foul language. She scoffed internally – she’s certainly heard her mother using more than a few choice words during the less than quiet arguments she had with Betty’s father, Hal.

There’s that silence again as both of them continue to stare, neither moving as Betty rocks back on her heels. Eventually, she sighs, ready to admit defeat.

“Well, I better be going; long drive back,” she murmurs as she grips the handle of her suitcase more firmly and turns to head back towards the stairs. Jughead stares at her retreating figure before his manners suddenly kick in.

“Oh, man. Shit–  Betty! Wait, you can’t drive all the way back now,” Jughead calls after her, starting to step out into the hallway, one hand clutching at the knot in his towel. She turns to face him, teeth chewing on the plush skin of her lower lip. He flushes, looking up and down the corridor before stepping out towards her.

“I don’t mean to be an asshole,” he begins, pointedly exaggerating the curse while he looks at her unblinkingly, garnering a laugh. “But you look exhausted, and the weather is hell. You shouldn’t be out driving. Just… come inside for a while, okay?” he asks, ducking his head to meet her eyes better. The stray fly-aways framing her face are dampened with melting snowflakes. Betty looks up at him from beneath her lashes, debating his request. In all actuality there’s no real debate. She is exhausted and the thought of rolling her tires over the absolute death trap once called roads outside sets her teeth on edge. She sighs again, nodding quickly before following him back towards the room.

Ring of Fire

Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,471 (without lyrics)

Warnings: angst, language, wounds, more angst, love, fluff, implied sexytimes, no smut, song fic style

A/N: This is my one-shot entry for @caplanbuckybarnes‘s Song Challenge. I was given “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash. This is my first attempt at (almost) canon.

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

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fic: Smile Even Though You’re Sad

title: smile even though you’re sad

genre: au/romance

word count: 2700

description: dan is the son of a rich man, unwillingly studying business in London who wanders into a gallery looking for some quiet, and instead finds the happy-go-lucky owner with a camera around his neck, the nicest smile he’s ever seen and a knack for knowing exactly what to say.

a/n: thought i’d post a little mid-week fic to perk you up if you need some, erm, perking…?

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“They gave me the designer clothes, the trust fund and the private education and they told me to be happy.”

“And are you?”

The steel of Dan’s gaze softens. He ruffles his hair a little and a single curl still manages to dangle across his forehead.

“You know, Phil, you’re the first person to ask me that.”

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Stay- Zach

Request: Hi! Could I request a Zach imagine?? Where the reader is invited to his party and he’s trying to win her over and asks her to stay the night and to prove it’s not in a sexual way he shuts down the whole party, sends everyone home immediately and watches Netflix her. Thanks!

Your welcome :) this inspired me so it’s a little longer than my usual posts.


 Stay - Zach

“Y/N!” You heard a deep voice call causing you to turn around to see none other than Zach Dempsey.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was wondering if you wanted to go to my party tonight.” He said sounding vaguely nervous. You couldn’t help but be shocked by the invite; you had only talked to him a handful of times, most of them about school. That and the fact that he had your number from a group assignment a week ago, and he could’ve just texted you.

“Uh yeah maybe. I’m going to be late for Physics but just text me the details.” You responded before racing off to class.

You spent the rest of the day wondering whether you should actually go and trying to figure out why he even invited you. You never were the party type, you didn’t hang out with any of his crowd, and you weren’t even remotely popular. Yet the minute you got home you were riffling through your closet trying to figure out what you could wear. Giving up you settled on a pair of distressed jeans and a lower cut shirt than you would usually wear, curled your hair, and decided not the change the makeup you wore to school in fear of looking like you were trying too hard.

Once you deemed it late enough you drove to the party trying to push away your nerves; it was just a high school party, so you knew you shouldn’t be nervous. Zach most likely didn’t mean anything by inviting you. He was just being polite. That’s all it was. When you pulled up to the house you were even more nervous; the house was surrounded by cars and you could hear music from nearly a block away. You found a parking spot and made your way to the door trying to keep your cool as best as possible. The door was wide open and you could see a crowd of people inside so you made your way in and to the kitchen where you made a weird concoction of bear and soda, mostly just soda.

“You made it.” Zach said walking into the kitchen behind you, having to speak extra loudly over the music. He leaned against the counter watching you as you poured your drink.

“Figured I better do the high school party thing sometime.” You only half joked while smiling up at him.

“Trust me you don’t miss much by not going,” he paused, “but I have to say I’m glad you’re here.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what he meant and decided not to worry about thinking so much, “Surprisingly, I am too.”

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever had this long of a conversation with you that wasn’t about school.” He admitted.

“Oh yeah? How’s this new experience treating you?” You asked taking a sip of your drink.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve hoping this happens a lot more often.” He responded then paused for a few seconds, “you should stay tonight. I want to get to know you.”

Your face went cold, you knew exactly what ‘get to know you’ meant in the mind of a teenage boy, “No, I’m going to go outside. It’s too loud in here.”

You tried to talk past him but his voice stopped you, “Wait Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. Please just stay, and I promise I won’t try anything. I really just want to actually talk to you and get to know you.”

With most guys you wouldn’t believe them but the sad puppy look on his face stopped you. When Justin walked into the kitchen Zach stopped him.

“Hey, get everyone out of here.” He told Justin in a stern face.

“What? Dude it just started.” He said rolling his eyes at his friend.

“Just tell them someone called the cops. Get everyone out of here now. Look I’ll owe you one.” Zach responded begging his friend who sighed and walked back out to the party. You could hear him yelling about the cops and how everyone needed to leave.

“Why did you do that?” You asked looking up at him.

“This way we can watch movies or something in the living room.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “I know if I brought you upstairs to my room you’d be uncomfortable and think I’m trying something.”

You smiled at him, finally believing he was sincere, “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Unraveled | Part 2| NSFW

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Summary: After the rule was broken, you didn’t know what the status of your relationship with Tom stood. It worried you until one night.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light bondage

Word Count: 2,165

A/N: YOOOO! It’s a long one!! Sorry if it’s too long for you, but I wanted to develop it properly. This is 18+ only, please! I also dabbled in the sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship like last time. Smut begins after the forth break, but anyways enjoy and give me feedback. This was also requested by two anons to continue part one of Undone. Part 1 can be found here.


It had been a week since you both broke the rule. He hadn’t reached out to you since that afternoon when he dropped you off at your apartment. You just accepted that you would have to find someone else because you understood that things might just be weird between the two of you. It was until your cell phone rang and Tom’s name appeared on the screen. You took a big sigh and then answered.

“Hello,” you said.

“Come over,” he said, and then hung up.

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Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.

….

It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.

….

The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”

“Alright.”

….

Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

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MC shut off the TV to answer her phone vibrating against the kitchen counter. When she saw the name flashing on the screen, she braced herself. “Hello?”

“Hello? MC?” The familiar voice came through the speaker.

“Did you need something, Saeyoung?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

She heard him chuckle softly. “To be honest, my brother is driving me crazy at the moment. I feel like getting outside the house. Want to do something today?”

She suppressed the resurfacing guilt in her chest. “Um, maybe not today. I’m going out with Jaehee” she replied. He was silent on the other end, but she could feel the tension between them. “Hello?”

“That’s fine. Oh–Saeran is calling me now. Call me later, okay?” He hung up without another word. She was pretty sure she didn’t hear Saeran’s voice in the background, but she shrugged and put the phone down.

MC didn’t even notice the time that passed as she once again threw herself into answering emails for the next RFA party and finding more potential guests. So, when Saeyoung’s contact once again appeared on her phone, she was slightly confused. “Hey, didn’t you just call?” she asked.

“MC, that was hours ago. You probably forgot, because you were with Jaehee, right?”

She had almost forgotten the excuse she made. “Oh, was it? Yeah, I’m actually with her right now, so I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

There was a short pause before she heard him scoff. “Funny you say that. I bumped into her two seconds ago at the grocery store. She didn’t mention you or your outing.”

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. She opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing that would defend her. “Um…”

“Are you avoiding me?”

She sighed and hoped he didn’t hear her shaky breath. “Saeyoung, why would I be avoiding you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” he burst. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”

“We were both really busy these two weeks. Get some rest, Saeyoung, I’ll see you on the weekend.You seem to need more time with your family.”

“What’s that supposed to–”

She ended the call before she could finish. She tossed her phone on the other end of the couch and curled her knees into her chest. She hated doing this to him…but Saeran was right. How did she possibly expect them to rebuild their relationship if she was getting in the way? She half expected her phone to continually vibrate, but it didn’t. She breathed in relief when it didn’t look like he would call back. She didn’t want to cause more problems than she had already.

Later that night, MC heard someone knocking on her door. A familiar voice was shouting her name from the other side. Saeyoung?

 Her fingers hesitated on the door knob. Maybe he would assume she was asleep and just go home.

“MC, I know you’re awake,” his muffled voice carried through the door. “You never go to bed before two in the morning.”

MC slowly opened the door, only allowing her eyes to be shown. “Shut up, I’m asleep.”

He let out a strangled laugh before becoming solemn again. “This isn’t the time to joke around!” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Can we talk?”

She nodded before opening the door. “Yeah, come in.”

He hesitated a few moments longer before entering. He shut the door behind him and exhaled sharply. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. “And don’t give excuses. I want the truth, MC. We promised no secrets.”

“Nothing is wrong,” She paused. “I just wonder if you need some space. That’s all.”

He stared at her, his lips parted. He raked his hand through his red hair. “If I needed space, I would’ve told you! Where did you even get that idea? I didn’t push you away. I invited you over a lot–”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not tired all the time! You have enough thing to worry about. Having me will just be another problem, Saeyoung.” MC tried to steady her voice. She could almost feel a lump in her throat.

“What?” he breathed. “Problem? MC, I have never considered you a problem. Besides that, what exactly am I tired from? I don’t work half as much anymore.”

The room was silent for a moment. The words she was holding in for a long time finally escaped her mouth. “It’s Saeran.”

She watched as Saeyoung’s usual vibrancy drained from his face. This is what she dreaded. She cleared her throat and went on when he didn’t respond. “He mentioned that you’d been tired lately…and dealing with him was probably enough. Having to constantly entertain me on top of it…he said maybe I should take it into consideration.”

To her surprise, Saeyoung chuckled. “Is this why he’s been asking if you were coming over every day? The guy’s drowning in his guilt.” Saeyoung grabbed MC’s hand and yanked her into his embrace.

She was too stunned to return it. “What do you mean?” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Your brother usually avoids me. I don’t understand.”

“He was probably having a bad day. Next time just tell me if he says that. He usually doesn’t mean it in that way.” His voice was muffled in her hair. “Come to me first, mkay?”

She nodded. The weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders for the past two weeks dissipated with him so close. Finally, she snaked her arms around his torso. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m always worried that I’m always hindering you somehow. I guess it just got to me.”

He clicked his tongue and pulled back to look at her. “Where do you get these silly ideas in your head?” he said, gently rapping his knuckles against her forehead. “You and Saeran are all I have. If anything, you’re the one who pushes me forward, got it?”

Again, she nodded, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “So–er–are you free tomorrow?”

He tapped his chin. “The question is if you’re free. Two weeks of lost time, that’s at least fourteen hours we need to make up. So, I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”

She frowned. “Wait, what? But where are we going?”

He opened the door behind him. “Secret. But I can tell you it involves cake.”

With one last wink, he left her alone in the apartment, feeling lighter than she had all week. It wasn’t long after that her phone vibrated with an apologetic text from Saeran.

MC sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, Saeyoung could be a handful with his crazy shenanigans or his rare overly-serious behavior. But if there was one thing he knew how to do was fix things. Especially when it came to the people he cared for most. 


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Summary: She tries to kick the habit, but Negan’s not a drug she can walk away from so easily. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,441

Warnings: Smut, Angst, use of a belt, alcohol, underage drinking, slight dub-con, breath play, swearing, NSFW 

Author’s Note: I honestly didn’t think you guys would love Part 1 so much, but you did, so here’s a Part 2. I had some lovely people recommend some ideas, but I ended up coming up with this crazy sequel. I will probably write a Part 3 and then end this series. I don’t really like this much angst, but I hope I still did a good job with this newest addition. Let me know! I love hearing what you guys think.

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The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

~~~ 

The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

winestainedflannel  asked:

ok i thought of this malec elevator au and it's KILLING ME: magnus and alec ride the same elevator every day at the same time and always see each other and they think the other is super cute but are too shy(or at least alec is) but also they never really have time to say anything bc it's like a 3 second ride so little by little they start talking to each other and their fondness for each other grows and eventually they ask each other out to dinner and it's super cute i'm literally dead

this is so cute im dead too???!!! honestly the best idea. also please forgive me and imagine that a ride from floor twenty to floor one is long enough for them to talk, okay, it’s fiction.

It’s been an endlessly long day and Alec’s ready to just go home and camp out on the couch in his sweats, even though he knows he’s probably going to be dragged to the gym to spar by Jace. He strides into the elevator and tips his head back against the wall, blearily opening his eyes when it dings on the next floor down. 

A man walks in balancing an empty thermos and a notepad in one hand and his laptop and headphones in the other, trying to stuff everything into his leather messenger bag despite having no hands left to do so with. The laptop teeters and begins to fall; Alec springs forward and catches it, but as he looks up to say here you go the words die in his throat as he takes in the other man’s sparkling eyes and soft-looking lips. He’s got red-tipped, styled hair, and the scarf around his neck is doing nothing to protect him from the cold and instead emphasizes the sharp, broad cut of his shoulders and his muscles, the long lines of his torso. 

“Hi, uh.” Alec flounders, handing the laptop back. “Here.” 

“Thank you.” The man smiles at Alec, his eyes crinkling, and Alec can’t help but smile back, wide and genuine. He’s not a friendly person by nature, but something about the brightness of the man, and how beautiful he is, has blown his normal walls away. 

The elevator dings again, and they both smile at each other one more time before they go their separate ways. The thought of the man brings a smile to his face all night. 

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It’s close to a week the next time Alec sees him. This time he’s holding a doughnut in his hand as he leaves work, contemplating if he wants to eat it now or maybe save to share with Jace, when the door dings and the man with the red-tipped hair walks in again. Alec looks up in surprise. 

“Nice goatee.” He says before he can help himself, and the man’s eyes widen slightly as he looks at Alec, before a slow smile spreads over his face. 

“Thanks.” He holds a finger up. “You’re the one who rescued my laptop last week - thank you for that, by the way. I would have lost all of my notes for this weeks project if you hadn’t.” 

“It was no problem.” Alec fiddles with the edge of the napkin in his hands as silence falls around them again, the digital display on the wall ticking down the floors from twenty to one. 

“I’m Magnus, by the way.” 

Alec looks up, surprised. Magnus is still looking at him like Alec’s done something unbelievable. 

“Alec.” He says, and the elevator dings for the ground floor. They smile at each other again - Alec hasn’t done this much random smiling for a stranger since he worked as a mall kiosk attendant for one brutal, short-lived week back when he was sixteen - and part ways. 

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One Wrong Move

Dean Winchester x Reader

1550 Words

Story Summary: After a rough night, Dean is woken up to find the reader has not returned home yet. Worried, he goes out looking for her.

This is for the SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 - WEEK 1. The prompt is “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

Warnings: Angst!! 

Dean’s POV

“Damn it Dean, wake up!” Dean heard Sam yelling at him as he lay sprawled across his bed. Groaning, he picked up his pillow, attempting to cover his head with it, hoping it would make his annoying brother leave him alone for at least a couple more hours.

“Not now. You need to get up!” Sam continued. Cursing, Dean rubbed his eyes, glancing at the bright red numbers on his alarm clock.

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