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HELLO LOVERS! I hope your holidays have been going well. And if they haven’t, keep reading and hopefully I can make it better.

I wanted to do something nice for the holidays, and figured, why not try a giveaway? As some of you may know, Niall Horan recently launched a holiday merch collection. Since I am an active fan—and know most of my followers are too—I thought this would be a nice gift to those who are constantly supporting me and my writing. The following pictures are from Niall’s merch store, and the items included in this giveaway.

THIS GIVEAWAY INCLUDES:

x1 Hello Lovers” Tote

x1 “Hello Lovers” Tee

x1 Stage Photo Sweatshirt

AND

x1 Heartbreak Weather CD

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HOW TO ENTER:

1. like this post and follow me ( @buck-nialled ) and maybe interact with some of my fics too, if you want (pretty pls)

2. comment/reblog this post with your favorite song by Niall (your answer will not effect your chances of winning) as well as two other tumblr users who may also be interested in this giveaway

3. the giveaway will end on saturday, dec. 11 at 12:00 pm CST so reblog and share this post as much as you can to spread the word! the winner will be chosen at random. i will tag the winner in a second post once the giveaway ends and message them privately to get the proper sizes of clothes/shipping information. ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST BE 18+ TO ENTER/WIN! keep in mind that due to holiday shipping and the end date for the giveaway, the prizes may not arrive until after x-mas. ANY INFORMATION ABOUT THE GIVEAWAY SHOULD COME FROM THIS ACCOUNT, AND THIS ACCOUNT ONLY. IF ANY OTHER ACCOUNTS MESSAGE YOU ABOUT THIS GIVEAWAY, MARK IT AS SPAM OR IGNORE IT!

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Coming Up Roses - B. Barnes Imagine (READ NOTE)

NOTE: hello lovelies! first off let me start by saying that this Imagine is very near and dear to me, as it revolves around a topic i am very familiar with. my older brother was actually born deaf, leaving him and my family with this massive language barrier growing up. luckily, by the time I could speak in full sentences, my brother was fortunate enough to undergo surgery for cochlear implants. but because of my family’s familiarization with the local deaf communities, i also understand that many are not offered the chance my brother was given and sometimes, hearing is out of the question for those born deaf/hard of hearing. i wanted to write this imagine to not only bring more awareness to the deaf community, but hopefully bring change to it. if you enjoyed reading this imagine and would be interested in a part two, there will be an incentive involved. CLICK THIS LINK to be brought to the Hearing Aid Project, an organization dedicated to providing hearing aids to low-income persons who are hard-of-hearing. I am setting a goal of $25 dollars in order to write a part two for this imagine. If you happen to make a donation, reblog this post with the amount you donated or reach out to me through my ask box or private messages on here. By the end of the week, if we reach our $25 dollar goal, I will be writing a second part. Not only that, but every donation made by the end of this week I will be matching DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR, whether we reach our goal or don’t. Meaning: if we make a total of $25, I will put forth $25 out of my own pocket. the same will be done if we make a number higher or lower than this but THERE WILL BE NO LIMIT, and I will help double the total all of you raised. in order to reach this goal, we must work together, so please REBLOG AND SHARE THIS POST AS MANY TIMES AS YOU CAN! I believe we can achieve this together and make hearing a possibility for those in need of it.

I would also like to personally thank and dedicate this work to my mutual @5-seconds-of-bucky for all of the overwhelming love and support she gave to this piece. Anna, thank you for the beta reads, hilarious commentary and fangirling over Taylor Swift with me. This piece would have never seen the light of day without you <3

SUMMARY: bucky falls hard for deaf!florist!reader…but discovers something in the process of doing so that could change the dynamic of their entire relationship

For the past week, Bucky had mapped out every inch of the block that the Fleur Boutique seemed to be the main attraction of. Not even the Doughnut Hut residing beside it–which Bucky ordered a classic glazed from five days out of the seven he had passed by–was busier on the early Monday morning. He deemed this fair, however. Marty’s recipe (specifically his glaze-to-dough ratio) has room for improvement. The Doughnut Hut also lacks a cashier as stunning as the one in Fleur Boutique.

It was serendipitous, the exact time when Bucky noticed her. He and Sam had just departed for the night and as Bucky traversed to the nearest hotel, the less-than-encouraging advice from his co-worker moments before started rattling in his head. You need to find someone before you start looking your age. Your real age. Otherwise, nobody’s gonna want to tap that! Bucky replayed the conversation in his mind with a small scoff. And as he shielded his face from Louisiana’s tangerine sky, his eyes peered into the glass front of the shop. Because of the unrelenting gleam of the setting sun and the reflection of hydrangeas in the window, it was difficult to make sense of the interior. But as soon as Bucky’s pupils settled on her toffee locks and waded down to the curvature of her flushed lips, his mouth went dry. A feeling that should have been foreign–like many others he had been suffering lately–for some reason washed over him like deja vu. His eyes focused on her jade-toned irises, highlighted by the lazily falling sun, almost as if it were planned. A few strands of hair fall from her top-knot as she glanced over to bask in the five o’clock glow, only to be met with Bucky’s hard jaw and engrossed eyes concentrated on her instead.

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here is a few notes I leave when creating my outlines for my interactive fics. I hope these make you laugh:

“niall is LOADED now omg”

“PLUM PICKING FOR DAYS”

“aka tom just being an ass man”

“he’s a hand man for sure”

“bucky with a praise kink? YES PLS”

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thank you so much for the feedback omg 😭😭❤️ i totally should’ve had an option where he broke the game—bc you’re right, the boi would 100% BREAK IT—but I’m so happy you liked it otherwise. and the woman at the dart game was inspired by my inner feminist 😌 gotta love her.

seriously thank you so much, comments and feedback like this are what motivates me to keep doing these <3333

Strength - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with STRENGTH, formality and something hidden.

SUMMARY: Bucky tests his strength and your patience at the local carnival [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

Your hand continued tugging Bucky’s sleeve as you weaved through the lines of people and neighboring stands hosting games or advertising various fried foods. He squinted at each of the neon lights invading his sight but maintained a pleasant demeanor–which was not a difficult task when seeing you as excited as you were. The fairgrounds smelled of sugar and metal from nearby coasters, sending the two of you on a nostalgic trip. Bucky is reminded of Coney Island, and all the various trips he had made when younger. He finds himself eyeing a faster-paced roller coaster and chuckling at the thought of Steve turning green, like when he made his friend ride the cyclone.

His eyes wander over to you, who harbored a wide grin at all of the adorable, fuzzy stuffed animals lining the walls of some games. He plants his feet in front of one, in particular, cueing your eager ones to stumble back and into his chest. The tall red stand stared back at him, displaying the words “TEST YOUR STRENGTH” in bold letters.

“C’mon, doll.” He urges you to follow him and greet the carney. The host of the game was already holding out an eager hand for a few bills, which Bucky slapped down into his palm with confidence. The two dollars were traded for a large mallet, which Bucky took into his vibranium fist, shielded with a glove and cuffed leather jacket. Wasting no time, Bucky swung the hammer onto the plate with all of his might. He watches the weight at the bottom of the stand jump up, and lo and behold…

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THE WEIGHT BARELY MOVES →

THE WEIGHT HITS THE BELL →

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYBODY WHO IS SUPPORTING THIS FIC, AND THE OTHERS I’VE WRITTEN ON THIS ACC! Yes it does take a while to make them but the payoff and all of your feedback is SO WORTH IT! <333

Something Hidden - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with strength, formality and SOMETHING HIDDEN.

SUMMARY: something hidden between you and tom is unveiled to your older–and very protective–brother, harrison. [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

“Hey,” Harrison appears in the doorway to your bedroom, wiggling his phone for you to see your shared messages throughout the day. “I got your text…everything alright?”

His question halts your furious pacing, yet triggers a churning ball of regret in the pit of your stomach. Your sock-clad toes begin flexing apprehensively, as do your fingers.

You finally breathe out a small, “yeah” in response. But Harrison is less than convinced as he studies your gaze set to the floor, and your teeth gnawing your bottom lip. “I just didn’t know when the time would be right to tell you this. So I figured sooner rather than later, you know? But if you’re busy right now then that’s fine. We can talk later–”

“Y/N,” your older brother approaches you cautiously and sets his hands on your forearms to steady their intense shaking. “Whatever it is you need to tell me, I’m all ears.” Eventually, he helps you to steady your breathing, and you advise him to take a seat on your bed while you figure out how to exactly tell your brother that you have been dating his best friend for half a year in secret.

“O-okay,” you start, “I just wanted to thank you first for letting me stay with you and the guys here this summer. It’s been great getting to know them better and hanging out with you more.” Harrison’s eyebrows cinch together in puzzlement but he nods, nevertheless.

“Of course, Y/N. You don’t need to thank me, Tom’s the one who set it all up.” He chuckles. You spare a laugh of your own, but it comes out forced.

“It’s great you mention Tom!” You point a finger at him. “Because I was actually curious about something…”

“Yeah…” He beckons you to continue, leaning forward from his seated position.

“Just a quick hypothetical for you,” waving your hand nonchalantly, the question finally slips off your tongue, “how would you feel if he and I were…you know…uh, together…romantically?” The query is clumsy as it reaches the air, its graceless cadence hardly intelligible from your point of view. And you cringe when Harrison takes more than a few seconds to process your words and search for a valid response to them. And when he finally does, your heart stops.

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HOW DOES HARRISON REACT?

HE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE →

HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT →

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THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH :,)

Something Hidden - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with strength, formality and SOMETHING HIDDEN.

SUMMARY: something hidden between you and tom is unveiled to your older–and very protective–brother, harrison. [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

“Hey,” Harrison appears in the doorway to your bedroom, wiggling his phone for you to see your shared messages throughout the day. “I got your text…everything alright?”

His question halts your furious pacing, yet triggers a churning ball of regret in the pit of your stomach. Your sock-clad toes begin flexing apprehensively, as do your fingers.

You finally breathe out a small, “yeah” in response. But Harrison is less than convinced as he studies your gaze set to the floor, and your teeth gnawing your bottom lip. “I just didn’t know when the time would be right to tell you this. So I figured sooner rather than later, you know? But if you’re busy right now then that’s fine. We can talk later–”

“Y/N,” your older brother approaches you cautiously and sets his hands on your forearms to steady their intense shaking. “Whatever it is you need to tell me, I’m all ears.” Eventually, he helps you to steady your breathing, and you advise him to take a seat on your bed while you figure out how to exactly tell your brother that you have been dating his best friend for half a year in secret.

“O-okay,” you start, “I just wanted to thank you first for letting me stay with you and the guys here this summer. It’s been great getting to know them better and hanging out with you more.” Harrison’s eyebrows cinch together in puzzlement but he nods, nevertheless.

“Of course, Y/N. You don’t need to thank me, Tom’s the one who set it all up.” He chuckles. You spare a laugh of your own, but it comes out forced.

“It’s great you mention Tom!” You point a finger at him. “Because I was actually curious about something…”

“Yeah…” He beckons you to continue, leaning forward from his seated position.

“Just a quick hypothetical for you,” waving your hand nonchalantly, the question finally slips off your tongue, “how would you feel if he and I were…you know…uh, together…romantically?” The query is clumsy as it reaches the air, its graceless cadence hardly intelligible from your point of view. And you cringe when Harrison takes more than a few seconds to process your words and search for a valid response to them. And when he finally does, your heart stops.

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HOW DOES HARRISON REACT?

HE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE →

HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT →

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THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3

Strength - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with STRENGTH, formality and something hidden.

SUMMARY: Bucky tests his strength and your patience at the local carnival [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

Your hand continued tugging Bucky’s sleeve as you weaved through the lines of people and neighboring stands hosting games or advertising various fried foods. He squinted at each of the neon lights invading his sight but maintained a pleasant demeanor–which was not a difficult task when seeing you as excited as you were. The fairgrounds smelled of sugar and metal from nearby coasters, sending the two of you on a nostalgic trip. Bucky is reminded of Coney Island, and all the various trips he had made when younger. He finds himself eyeing a faster-paced roller coaster and chuckling at the thought of Steve turning green, like when he made his friend ride the cyclone.

His eyes wander over to you, who harbored a wide grin at all of the adorable, fuzzy stuffed animals lining the walls of some games. He plants his feet in front of one, in particular, cueing your eager ones to stumble back and into his chest. The tall red stand stared back at him, displaying the words “TEST YOUR STRENGTH” in bold letters.

“C’mon, doll.” He urges you to follow him and greet the carney. The host of the game was already holding out an eager hand for a few bills, which Bucky slapped down into his palm with confidence. The two dollars were traded for a large mallet, which Bucky took into his vibranium fist, shielded with a glove and cuffed leather jacket. Wasting no time, Bucky swung the hammer onto the plate with all of his might. He watches the weight at the bottom of the stand jump up, and lo and behold…

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THE WEIGHT BARELY MOVES →

THE WEIGHT HITS THE BELL →

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Something Hidden - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with strength, formality and SOMETHING HIDDEN.

SUMMARY: something hidden between you and tom is unveiled to your older--and very protective--brother, harrison. [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

“Hey,” Harrison appears in the doorway to your bedroom, wiggling his phone for you to see your shared messages throughout the day. “I got your text...everything alright?”

His question halts your furious pacing, yet triggers a churning ball of regret in the pit of your stomach. Your sock-clad toes begin flexing apprehensively, as do your fingers.

You finally breathe out a small, “yeah” in response. But Harrison is less than convinced as he studies your gaze set to the floor, and your teeth gnawing your bottom lip. “I just didn’t know when the time would be right to tell you this. So I figured sooner rather than later, you know? But if you’re busy right now then that’s fine. We can talk later--”

“Y/N,” your older brother approaches you cautiously and sets his hands on your forearms to steady their intense shaking. “Whatever it is you need to tell me, I’m all ears.” Eventually, he helps you to steady your breathing, and you advise him to take a seat on your bed while you figure out how to exactly tell your brother that you have been dating his best friend for half a year in secret.

“O-okay,” you start, “I just wanted to thank you first for letting me stay with you and the guys here this summer. It’s been great getting to know them better and hanging out with you more.” Harrison’s eyebrows cinch together in puzzlement but he nods, nevertheless.

“Of course, Y/N. You don’t need to thank me, Tom’s the one who set it all up.” He chuckles. You spare a laugh of your own, but it comes out forced.

“It’s great you mention Tom!” You point a finger at him. “Because I was actually curious about something…”

“Yeah…” He beckons you to continue, leaning forward from his seated position.

“Just a quick hypothetical for you,” waving your hand nonchalantly, the question finally slips off your tongue, “how would you feel if he and I were...you know...uh, together...romantically?” The query is clumsy as it reaches the air, its graceless cadence hardly intelligible from your point of view. And you cringe when Harrison takes more than a few seconds to process your words and search for a valid response to them. And when he finally does, your heart stops.

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HOW DOES HARRISON REACT?

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HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT →

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HE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE

It’s lighthearted and jovial, and a noise you've been witness to after he hears a solid joke from one of his mates. He goes as far as to slap his knee at the thought of his younger sibling being a partner to his best friend--practically his brother.

“That’s rich, Y/N.” He responds through bubbles of laughter. You offer a few chuckles of your own, trying to play along. “You and-and Tom?” He snickers with a wide-stretching grin overcoming his face. Admittedly, it makes your heart ache to think your brother would take such a serious question so casually. He must think the two of you would never be compatible in such a way, or that the two of you would never last if given the opportunity. By this point, you were itching to call Tom to join the conversation and plant one on him, just to see how dumbfounded Harrison would become.

“You can’t be serious.” Your brother shakes his head, the blonde tendrils falling over his eyes--brimming with tears from how hard he was laughing moments before.

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HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT

“You and...and Tom? As in my best mate? Our roommate?” His face scrunches up into a displeased expression before he is furiously shaking his head back and forth. “No. Never.”

“W-why do you think that exactly?” You cautiously approach him, not wanting to misstep or say the wrong thing. When you finally seat yourself next to him, he turns to face you and is unrelenting in his opinion.

“I mean, the two of you have nothing in common. You said it yourself when we first moved in.”

“That’s not true. I was exaggerating.” After a few careful months of wiggling your way into Tom’s heart, and vice versa, the two of you found you did indeed, share some of the same interests. Some of which included favorite musical artists, as well as a passionate love for animals. Watching late-night talk shows—as boring as it sounds—became a tradition when the two of you were still insistent on top-toeing around Harrison every hour of every day. Lately, the two of you have been negligent in making sure you don’t get caught but you don’t think Harrison has taken notice of how close the two of you have become.

“Either way, I still don’t want you two together.” His eyes glower into yours, harboring something serious.

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OPEN UP TO HARRISON

“But I am.” He freezes momentarily and allows his blue eyes to flicker up to meet yours. “And now that I know how you feel about it, I’ll save myself the embarrassment when asking your opinion next time.” Before he could utter another word--crude, apologetic, or otherwise--you were turning on your heel and making your exit. He tries following you out of the house but is stopped by the front door being slammed in his face, by you, a clear sign that his sister needed her space for a minute or two.

And in those few minutes of peace, you called the one man you knew you could pour your heart out to without judgment.

“Hey, love. I got a few minutes before I go back on set, so I can’t talk long.” You disregard his words entirely, choosing to jump straight to the point to save time.

“I tried talking to Harrison about us.”

“He knows?!” You picture Tom leaping from his chair, overdramatic as always. “What did he say? Is he mad?”

“I don’t think he caught the hint. But, when I asked him what he thought of us being together, he just laughed in my face.” You scoff as you relay what just happened, tears filling your eyes. “If he thinks the concept of us being a couple is a joke, what kind of support do you think we’d have from him if we did say something.”

“Maybe he’s deflecting,” Tom says after a few moments of silence. “I’m sure if he heard you talking about being in a serious relationship with anybody he would react in the same way.”

“But why?” You croak, crossing your arms in frustration.

“Nobody likes watching their little siblings grow up, Y/N. Hell, when I saw Paddy getting ready for his first school dance I nearly cried. Haz is probably still in that protective big brother phase of his and…” He sighs, and you hear a distant voice shouting on the other end. “They're calling me to shoot, I gotta go. But when I get back, we can tell him together, okay?”

“Okay, we’ll tell him together. Sounds good.” You confirm.

“Too late.” You gulp at the voice coming from behind you and hesitantly turn around to see Harrison standing there, dumbfounded look and all.

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“Six months?” Your brother asks meekly, staring at you and Tom who was sitting on a loveseat in the living area, hands laced together. The two of you nod in sync, earning a sigh from Harrison. Clearly, all the information you and Tom just opened up to him about is still sinking in.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You shot him an incredulous look.

“Yeah, okay okay. I guess I didn’t have the best reaction earlier. I just...hate watching you grow up so fast.”

“Called it,” Tom murmurs from beside you, cueing you to elbow him in his side.

“Do you really think our relationship is a joke?” You quirk an eyebrow at your brother, feeling your heartbeat in your throat and the sweat building in your palms.

“I'll admit that earlier, I did.” Your head drops. “But that was before I knew you two were serious! And, come on...you’re my sister and my best mate, you gotta give me some time to process that.”

“And now that you have processed it…” Tom begins, squeezing your hand. “What’s your verdict?”

“I’m happy for you both, really.” All three of you share collective smiles, knowing you can move forward in your relationship with one less road bump. “But if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” He spares Tom a stern gaze. ‘

“Counting on it.” That is all Tom says back, before slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer into his side.

“And speaking of dating..that friend of yours, Y/F/N, is pretty cute. Do you think you can--” before Harrison could finish blurting his question, you’re snorting humorously.

“Definitley not.”

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TRY CHANGING THE SUBJECT

“Pfft, of course, I’m not serious, you div!” You deliver a light slap to his shoulder, voice a few octaves higher than usual. Your brother—thankfully—doesn’t seem to find this behavior odd, and turns his attention to the sound of the front door opening and Tom’s voice echoing throughout the household. His voice overpowered the heavy stomps of his shoes as they took the familiar path to your bedroom—a room he has spent several nights in since making your relationship official.

“Darling, I’m home! Did you finally tell Haz we—“ The brunette stops in your doorway and grows rigid at the sight of Harrison sitting on your bed, holding a befuddled expression.

“Tell Haz what?” You and Tom exchange hesitant glances, which was enough for your brother to piece the conversation together.

“Wait, you were actually asking what I thought of you two together? You two are...dating? For real?” He lifts his eyebrows, a fierce judgment in his pupils as they dart back and forth between the two of you.

“Is that such a bad thing?” You predicted Harrison to be upset with the two of you, maybe even a little disapproving at first. But his hypercritical gaze as he stared the two of you up and down, side by side, was a catalyst for your vision to begin blurring with blazing tears.

“I just can’t see it happening between you two, let alone it working out. How long’s it been, a week?”

“Six months,” Tom replies, seeing as you were too busy keeping the floodgates behind your eyes sealed shut. You feel Tom’s arms wrap comfortingly around your shoulder, and automatically, you lean into his side for assurance.

“Oh…” his eyes widen, then sink into something regretful when his gaze falls on yours, red and puffy. “I see why you didn’t tell me sooner...I’m sorry.” Your stare shifts to the floor.

“Mate, do you think we wouldn’t take something like this seriously?” Asks Tom, who is squeezing you impossibly closer into his torso.

“I don’t know! I mean, this is the first relationship you’ve ever opened up to me about.” He glances at you. “And as far as I know, any experience you’ve had with girls,” his eyes are directed to Tom now, “hasn’t made it past a weekend. The thought of you two as a couple just seems like it wouldn’t work.”

“Well, it has. For half a year to be exact.” Tom points, making your lips quirk up in a smile.

“You just gotta give me time, okay? This is a lot to take in and become used to.” Your brother sighs and scrubs his hands over his face,

“So you don’t hate us for keeping it from you?” Your crackly voice pipes up as you watch Harrison’s retreating figure start towards the door.

“Not yet.” He mutters. “But if you two even dare to snog while I’m in the room, I’m moving out.” He announces strictly.

You giggle, “is that a threat or a promise?” Making your older brother roll his eyes and take his exit. Once the door clicks behind him, Tom looks down at you with a cheeky grin.

“That went better than expected.”

“Agreed.” You sniff, looking up towards him. His mischievous smile only grows wider as you continue staring at him. “What?”

“So...where should we plan to snog first?” He questions suggestively, applying a light squeeze to your shoulder.

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“HE’S MY BEST MATE”

“If you were with him and something happened, then I’d have to pick sides and end up losing your trust or his. And I don’t want to go through that. Think of how this would affect us, all of us.”

Think of how it would affect me to break my boyfriend’s heart, you think to yourself.

“He’s not just your friend Harrison. He’s mine too.”

“I know that.” He says. “But I’ve known him longer, and we’re a lot closer than you two could ever be, trust me.” He snorts.

“Doubt it.” You mutter beneath your breath, and thankfully it’s not caught by Harrison.

“Why are you asking me this, anyway?” He tilts his head at you, pondering what you’ll say next. And frankly, you were caught up in your thoughts too. Would coming out about your relationship cause him that much worry and stress?

Your phone begins vibrating, drawing the two of you away from the conversation.

“Ugh, that’s mine. Can you help me find it?” Together, you and Harrison sift through your bed sheets and comforter in search of your phone. Finally, your brother lets out a small cheer after uncovering it from beneath one of your pillows.

“Who is it?” You ask.

“It’s from…” he glances down, face dropping. “It’s from baby with three hearts.” He grits his teeth while glaring down at the photo of Tom overtaking your phone screen, leaving you no time to reach out for the phone yourself. He answers the call, vision red and chest heaving. You hold a wary expression, hearing Tom greet you excitedly through the phone’s speaker. “Hey love, I was gonna swing by Nando’s for dinner. Do you and Haz want anything?”

“Yeah.” Harrison’s deep voice responds, huffing furiously. “Want to explain to me why you went behind my back and started dating my little sister?” Seconds of silence pass, before Tom’s anxious voice is cutting through the speaker again.

“Sorry, wrong number.” He hangs up the phone immediately, and figures he’ll just order your usuals (and buy a little extra for his friend) in hopes of mollifying the impending vendetta soon to come from him.

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“HE’S A PLAYBOY”

Your face sinks at your brother’s statement. 

“I hate to label him like that, but it’s true. None of his past relationships ever lasted long, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.” This information, you already knew. In fact, only days after making your relationship with Tom official, the two of you sat down to have a heart-to-heart about it.

The proclamations he gave weren’t wedding vows, but it damn well sounded like them. He acknowledged his past mistakes in relationships, including his tendency to partake in one-night stands regularly. Nevertheless, Tom said he could never picture leaving you. No matter how rocky the waters get with you two being a couple or even if it ends with both of you splitting, Tom swore he would always be your shoulder to cry on, as a friend or partner.

“You know he wouldn’t treat me the same, Haz. I mean, you two are like this.” You demonstrated their bond by crossing two fingers together.

“And I want to believe that, Y/N. I do.” He lays a sincere hand on his chest. “But if you two ever got together I wouldn’t be able to look at him the same, or you. I’d feel...betrayed.” As soon as the admission leaves him, the silence between you is filled with the sound of the front door opening.

“Y/N! Haz!” You hear Tom call out, making your eyes enlarge in fear. The initial plan was that you would test the waters and maybe admit to your brother about your recent affairs with Tom. However, it seems your boyfriend was too optimistic and sure of this plan, that he was ready to have the full-length, overly-protective big brother conversation with Harrison.

Before the man beside you could even stan up from his spot, you were leaping out of the bed and scurrying downstairs in a haste to alert Tom of your recent conversation. When you finally stood in front of him, he leant down to lay a kiss against your lips.

You dodge it and begin hissing frantically, “abort mission! Abort mission!”

“What? What happened?” He lays his hands comfortably against your hips. You shove them off of you, and check back to see Harrison nowhere in sight...yet.

“We can’t tell him. Not today. Probably not ever.”

“But, Y/N...we’ve been planning on this for weeks, what happened?” He took a step closer to you, his warm breath fanning over your face. You took a step back in an attempt to distance yourself and take a glance over your shoulder once again.

“I asked him what he’d think if we got together.”

“And? What’d he say?” Tom raises his eyebrows, a giddy smile overcoming his face.

“Not...good things.” You mutter as your eyes fall to the floor. “He thinks you’re still all about hooking up and one-night stands…”

“Well then,” Tom takes your hand into his grip, offering it a comforting squeeze, “we’re gonna prove him wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He is leading you upstairs, ignoring your outcries. “Tom, wait! Let go of my hand before Ha—“ Your boyfriend freezes halfway up the stairwell, causing you to run straight into his back with a grunt. Harrison stood a few steps up, looking down at the two of you.

“What’s going on?” He eyes your stance suspiciously, and his hard gaze causes you to duck behind Tom’s back even more. Your hands are still laced together, and you heard Tom breathing heavy, eager to proclaim his new relationship status to Harrison.

“Here’s what. I love your sister, mate.”

“You what?” Harrison asks gruffly.

“You what?” The question comes gentler from you, as you stare up at Tom’s profile.

“Yeah, I love her. I have for six months, and probably 2 years more.” His checks begin going red. “And you can’t just not let us be together.” All at once, Harrison’s tense shoulders fell, and a sinister grin crawled onto his face.

“I know.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in. And once they did, the two of you were left perplexed.

“I-I’m sorry, you know? What do you know?

“I know that you two are together?”

“How?” Tom’s eyebrows cinch together, earning a chuckle from Harrison.

“Easy. You can’t keep a secret to save your life. And I’ve grown up with her long enough to tell when she does have a secret. It’s simple math, really.” His shoulders jump in a nonchalant shrug.

“So why’d you act so aggressive before? And why’d you call Tom a playboy?”

“It was a great acting exercise. And I needed confidence for my audition, Friday. I know he’d never dare hurt you. It was obvious he’d been pining after you for years.” This, in turn, makes the red in Tom’s cheeks turn 12 shades darker, and causes your mouth to gape open.

“So, thanks for the practice sis! Fingers crossed I get the part!” Your brother cheers, before walking up the stairs to his room for the night.

Once hearing Harrison’s bedroom door close, Tom whispers into your ear, “Love, I think we just got bamboozled.”

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Strength - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with STRENGTH, formality and something hidden.

SUMMARY: Bucky tests his strength and your patience at the local carnival [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

Your hand continued tugging Bucky’s sleeve as you weaved through the lines of people and neighboring stands hosting games or advertising various fried foods. He squinted at each of the neon lights invading his sight but maintained a pleasant demeanor--which was not a difficult task when seeing you as excited as you were. The fairgrounds smelled of sugar and metal from nearby coasters, sending the two of you on a nostalgic trip. Bucky is reminded of Coney Island, and all the various trips he had made when younger. He finds himself eyeing a faster-paced roller coaster and chuckling at the thought of Steve turning green, like when he made his friend ride the cyclone.

His eyes wander over to you, who harbored a wide grin at all of the adorable, fuzzy stuffed animals lining the walls of some games. He plants his feet in front of one, in particular, cueing your eager ones to stumble back and into his chest. The tall red stand stared back at him, displaying the words “TEST YOUR STRENGTH” in bold letters.

“C’mon, doll.” He urges you to follow him and greet the carney. The host of the game was already holding out an eager hand for a few bills, which Bucky slapped down into his palm with confidence. The two dollars were traded for a large mallet, which Bucky took into his vibranium fist, shielded with a glove and cuffed leather jacket. Wasting no time, Bucky swung the hammer onto the plate with all of his might. He watches the weight at the bottom of the stand jump up, and lo and behold...

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THE WEIGHT HITS THE BELL →

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THE WEIGHT BARELY MOVES...

The self-assured smile overtaking Bucky’s face drops within seconds at the sight of the weight jumping merely inches. “What?” The man whispers to himself, before swinging the hammer over his shoulder to try again.

“Sorry,” the carnie halts him with the palm of his hand, informing the two of you, “it’ll be another two dollars to play,” Bucky grumbles a few harsh words under his breath before slapping another couple of bills into the man’s waiting hand. Once again, with both hands secured tightly around the mallet, Bucky smacks the tool forcefully against the metal plate. A large CLANG resounds upon impact, leaving the man with the hope that his last attempt was simply rushed, or careless.

It wasn’t. If anything, the weight reached a lower height than last time, which acted as a catalyst for Bucky to scratch his head and you to roll your eyes.

“It’s just rigged, Buck. Most games here are, let’s just go find another.” He feels you gripping on the sleeve of his jacket, but simply shrugs you off, still eyeing the game with perplexed eyes.

“No, I’ll figure this out,” he assures, squatting down and studying the machine like a target. He recalls always being able to reach the bell at the top in Coney, without the assistance of a vibranium arm. There is no way he has gotten weaker, so what gives? You sigh and transfix your eyes on a food truck a small distance away.

“I’m gonna go get a funnel cake...your favorite.” You sing, tip-toeing away from the game. You glance over your shoulder to see Bucky in the same position, and the carney holding a smirk on his face.

“Okay.” That is all your boyfriend replies, resting a hand on his chin as he begins questioning the game host on the mechanics of the machine, as well as when it was built, or if it is defective in any way.

“I might go find a new boyfriend too!”

“Have fun, doll!” He calls back, eyes never darting to your retreating figure once.

“Unbelievable.” You scowl, turning on your heel and approaching the line for the food truck to purchase the promised funnel cake. Now and then, you glanced over to observe your boyfriend and his continuous blunders with the game. And after each one, Bucky remained insistent to pay the carnie for “one last try”.

If this was all just so he could win you a cheap stuffed animal falling apart at its seams, fine, you think to yourself. You could win one easily. After gratefully taking the funnel cake in hand, you waltzed over to the nearest game, which happened to be popping balloons with darts. You had a great aim, but knew you would waste far too much time earning enough points for one of the enormous stuffed animals hanging near the top of the stand. So instead, you lean over the counter to ask the carney,

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“WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT TEST YOUR STRENGTH GAME?” →

“HOW MUCH FOR ONE OF THE BIG ONES?” →