#Danced with us till the song ended than ran away

[murmuringbug]

day one of gmsmp went well :D

[moonlightazriel]

Velha infância /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel was my best friend and the only thing i could think about.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,9K

Notes: Since this song is in portuguese and i'll be using the original lyrics as well torought the fic, here's the song with english lyrics: Velha infância- Tribalistas

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Você é assim Um sonho pra mim E quando eu não te vejo Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

I was sitting on one of the benches in the balcony where the sparring training happens, my eyes followed every move Azriel made, the way the sun light would make his brown skin glow, how the droplets of sweats ran down his toned back, how his shadows danced beautifully around him, his strong muscles contracting when he moved his sword.

Azriel was like a dream come true, everything about him felt incredibly right, he was the most wonderful male I’ve ever met, he was kind, in a unique way, even with his past, he never let his inner light extinguish, he was smart, I would seek him whenever I needed help with something, He was skilled in every little thing he did and all I could do was to watch him mesmerized. It never was my intention to fall in love with him, I guess it just happened naturally, he treated me so good, like no male ever did, that the friendship we had since we we’re kids, turned into something more.

I was afraid of telling him, I would rather die than to ruin our friendship, even if sometimes, it seemed that he felt the same way, It was difficult not to think that maybe he loved me when he would bring me my favorite dessert every time he got out, when he would stop his own training if he saw that I got hurt, rushing to attend to me whenever I made a different noise, when he would hold me so close at the Hewn City meetings that it was hard to see where he begun and where I ended, his nose brushing on my neck while he complimented my scent.

I thought about him every day, from dusk till dawn, my every thoughts were filled with him, his scent, his black hair, his beautiful hazel eyes, his enormous wings, every time I would look at him, my mind would drift away to a future where he would tell me he loves me and we would kiss, happily dancing together to the sound of our heartbeats.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

He caught my eyes, and I smiled at him, my chest filling with happiness, he made my life brighter and brought me a new kind of joy that I never expected to experience before him. He stopped Rhysand, saying that he was too tired to train anymore and started walking in my direction, the butterflies in my stomach came to life, his smile warming my heart. “ What are you up to?” His voice was raspy from the effort he made.

“Oh, you know, just resting.” He nodded, his smile widening as he seemed to think of something.

“Do you want to have lunch at that restaurant you like so much?” I nodded at him, feeling happy at his consideration with me. “Alright then, take your time getting dressed and I’ll fly us there.” He winked at me and walked away, behind him Rhysand was wiggling his eyebrows at me, apparently he and everyone knew that I was head over heels for the shadowsinger, except for him, I rolled my eyes at Rhys and showed him my middle finger.

“You should tell him, it’s obvious that he loves you too, you two just have to stop being blind and you’ll realize that you could be already together for a really long time.” He smiled at me and I nodded, maybe he was right? I couldn’t be afraid of my feelings forever.

“I’ll think about it Rhys, thank you.” I said, getting up and entering the House of Wind to change, I decided to shower, rubbing my skin with the lavender scented soap, washing my hair and doing my skin care, every time Az and I would do something together I tried to look my best, I ended up using a mid dress, the skirt flowing smoothly on my legs, it was a nice shade of light blue, I did a light makeup, only some lipstick and mascara, as soon as I got satisfied with how I looked, I stepped out of my room, Azriel was standing on the other side of the door with a hand up, ready to knock.

“You look beautiful, this dress, it’s really pretty.” He complimented and I blushed, feeling my cheeks getting warm as he took my hand and walked us to the balcony. He flown us only until we reached the ground, we enjoyed walking together through Velaris, so he gently pulled me down, and we started to walk side by side, talking about nothing important.

E a gente canta E a gente dança E a gente não se cansa De ser criança A gente brinca Na nossa velha infância

As we walked, we passed by a musician, he was playing a familiar melody, Azriel looked at me, his smile growing bigger as he stopped on his tracks, I followed him until we reached the musician. “This is the first music we danced together, on Rhys’s birthday.” The memories of our childhood, when Rhys invited all of us to his birthday, this song started to play, and while everyone found someone to dance with, I stayed behind, wishing that someone would ask to dance with me, it was Azriel, who barely knew how to dance that offered me his hand, pulling me towards the dance floor, he stump on my foot a couple of times before he understood how he should move, but it was the best dance I’ve ever had.

Just like all those years ago, he was extending his hand towards me, inviting me silently to dance, I looked at him surprised as he wasn’t the type to do this kind of things in public but I just accepted, placing my hand on his as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed against his, my head falling in the crook of his neck as he moved us around, the melody bringing me more memories of all the times we danced together exactly like this, we were the perfect match when we danced.

He whispered the melody along, and at that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the whole world, just us, his heartbeat singing to me, I could’ve stayed like this forever, I would do it happily, but the song came to an end and we split, he gave some money to the musician and we thanked him before leaving.

“Thank you for the dance, I was missing it.” I said and he held my hand, something about all of this felt different, like the lines between friendship and love were slowly disappearing, my heart twisted in my chest in anticipation as we approached the restaurant. He pulled a chair out for me, and circulated the table to sit at the other side, a waiter came to us and we just ordered the usual and a bottle of wine, his hazel eyes looked at me, like he was staring into my soul and I blushed, all the courage starting to vanish under his gaze.

Seus olhos, meu clarão Me guiam dentro da escuridão Seus pés me abrem o caminho Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só

I stared at him too, those pretty eyes that saved me from the darkness so many times, when I would look at them, I knew that I would never be alone, his eyes brought me peace, they were my guidance in the difficult times, he analyzed my face looking for something that I didn’t know. “I asked you to lunch because I wanted to talk to you about something important.” He was serious, his whole posture told me that he was nervous and I could only imagine the reason.

“Feel free to tell me everything that you need.” I tried to smile at him, my hand reaching for his, as I held him I noticed that he was shaking and I started to get even more worried than I was, before he could speak, the waiter was back, with the bottle of wine, pouring a little on both of our cups, Azriel was quick to sip on his wine, the liquid disappearing and he asked the waiter to refill his glass. He only spoke again when the waiter left our table.

“I can’t keep this as a secret anymore, it kills me not to tell you that I love you.” He said everything so fast that I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it correctly, my heart processed the words faster than my brain and started hammering strongly against my rib cage, the butterflies went crazy and I just stared at him in disbelief.

Você é assim Um sonho pra mim Quero te encher de beijos Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

“Are you serious?” It was the first thing I managed to say after a few moments in pure silence, I forced myself to talk as soon as I noticed the panic covering his features, he nodded and I couldn’t help the smile from spreading in my face, so big that all of my facial muscles began to hurt. “You’ll laugh about it when I tell you that Rhys encouraged me to tell you that I feel the same today, I was just trying to build up the courage.” Azriel did laugh about this as he gripped my hand harder. “I have no idea for how long I’ve been in love with you, you’re like a dream to me Az, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself when you’re near, I want to kiss you, to hold you and never let you go.”

“You have no idea how long I waited to hear you say something like this, I dreamed of this moment so many times, in so many ways, but all of them ended up the same, with you in my arms telling me that you’re mine.” The panic was gone now and his eyes were filled with the most pure love I’ve ever seen.

“I’m yours even before I realized I was in love with you. I’m yours until the end of times.” At that moment, Azriel lost all of his composure, flying from his seat, his hands grabbing my waist as he pulled me up, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss, his lips were soft, warm against mine, and the butterflies finally went quiet as he kissed me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your meal is here.” The waiter said and we split, laughing as he got back to his seat, we ate, unable to control ourselves, he held my hand the entire time while i smiled at him, as we finished dessert and walked out the restaurant he pulled me in for another breathtaking kiss, that made my head dizzy and my heart spin in my chest.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

I looked at the male with such adoration, the one who used to be my best friend, the friend I would always seek the company, the friend who always held me when I was about to fall, the friend who have my heart and held me hostage in his was now the male I called my love, the male I would do anything to make sure was the happiest in the whole planet, Azriel deserved all the love and happiness in the world and I was going to be sure to give him this and so much more.

[imnotfunnysblog]

The goddess in the flowers 💐

I could barely feel the circles Kit was rubbing into my back, his soothing words not registering over the pounding of blood in my ears. The weight of my muscles felt infinite, like my fragile bones would no longer be able to handle them, and they would simply melt off. Down, down, down into the ocean where the Gods only knew what creatures would take advantage. Maybe that would hurt less.

With each sway of the waves and turn of the boat, my muscles clenched and the sweet sound of his voice disappeared into the agony. The swaying blissfully stopped, leaving residual amounts of pain and the turning of my stomach. I breathed in the salty air, steadying myself from the rocky movement. I gripped the side of the boat while pulling my useless legs up - and immediately tumbled back to the floor.

“Help me up,” I latched onto Kit, steadying myself.

“We should break for a sec,” he advised, “you look pale.”

“Be worried when I’m as pale as you,” I ripped my arms away from him, wincing at the movement.

“Oi!”

I grappled onto the side of the boat, inching my way to the dock. I pushed on, ignoring the screaming of my muscles, each step a reminder of why I was here. Kit hovered but I kept my face neutral as I made my way onto solid land. The whole island was a mound of dirt, if there were any rocks they were buried deep underground keeping the island afloat. It would usually take more energy than it’s worth to walk the thing, usually. The sun beamed down, somehow warming me from the inside. Green and red filled my vision, like a child's drawing of the perfect spot for a picnic. The fresh smell of grass and ocean carried on the wind, swirling till it reached the flowers where it turned into a spiced mess.

A shiver ran down my spine… flowers. The sweet florals poked in through the memory like a knife, the white walls a contrast to the soft sunshine on yellow roses. The whole room was lit with the notion that it would be gone eventually, that I would get to go home and run again. The wilted flowers were replaced by my younger brother a week later with deep red ones, like a black hole sucking the last remaining light in the room.

I stumbled as I hit the dirt, scraping up the perfect grass as my useless muscles weighed me down, again.

Kit’s hands gripped my shoulders, “Hold your horses.”

“I’m fine!” his cold eyes hit mine and I stepped out of his grasp, “well I'm almost fine- I will be fine!” not sure who I was trying to convince.

He ran a hand through his red hair, the colour matching the flowers surrounding us. I didn’t pay him much mind as I continued my single-minded trek. He followed behind nevertheless, his footsteps echoing my own at a patronisingly slow pace. It was an upright crawl to our destination as the yellow sun danced its way across the sky. I knew Kit would be halfway across the island if it weren’t for me. That’s just how it worked now, dragging everyone down with me. But… this is the longest I’ve been able to walk for.

Kit's soft voice rang out as he hummed the first few lines of a song before letting out the familiar chorus:

She, oh she, she will know your name!

How the waters brought you there and back again!

How all your sorrows came to be!

And if they will mend!

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

“Oh my Gods you’ve been at that song for days!”

“It’s not my fault they wrote one good song about Langour,” he laughed taking a few short strides to get to me, his face twisted into a mischievous smirk, “are you just mad that I sing it better than you?” he teased. My voice may have been getting better but it was nowhere near his casual prowess, I wasn’t gonna let him know that though. I grimaced and his whole face broke into a crooked grin.

I ignored him again, my single-minded mission the only thing on my mind. Better, I will be better, the island seemed to emanate. I will fix you! It exclaimed. It needed to, it just needed to.

The tunnel to the centre of the island was a vertical hole in the mound of dirt. Enigmatically simple. Something lit the tunnels, magic perhaps, but I was too tired to care. Sharply spiced flowers running along every surface. It looked like it would collapse at any moment. It would have to do.

Kit looked out at the tunnels and his mouth thinned, “Let me carry you.”

“I can do it myself!”

“Doesn’t mean you should!”

I grit my teeth, I’d made it this far, I’d pushed through everything. I’d made it halfway to Montreal before he caught up with me, but all he wanted was to help, to fix, so I let him. He picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder. His footsteps echoed louder and I knew now we were at the centre. He placed me down on the ground and I had just enough energy to look.

It was unmistakably a woman's figure. Carved from wet dirt sticking like cement, and like cement flowers poured through the cracks; red carnations. Through the sweet scent of roses overpowered it all, vines of white roses swung from her head trailing down to the floor. Her face was nondescript, so generic as to be forgettable, and yet at this scale it burned itself into my memory as a work of art.

“Hello,” I whispered to the Goddess as Kit sat beside me.

The statue-like figure opened her eyes and we were witnessed to the anguish. There was no white to them, only red veins piled on top of cataracts, her pupils so dilated that they had no colour at all. I covered my ears; her voice was held at a whisper, her size increasing the volume till it was as loud as the wind.

“Hello my dears,” the wispy voice hummed, “there is something foul in the air,” she wrinkled her nose.

“Kit Pragma,” she looked at Kit, and then me, “Mary Victor… how wonderful of you to visit me!”

I gulped, the goddess lay before us, her attention solely fixed. She was as delighted as she claimed, though deep pain etched her unseeing eyes. The saviour of suffering, the taker of sickness, I could give her many names.

“It’s an honour, Langour.”

Kit stood pin still, his crystal eyes fixed on the giant's form as though she might crush him, afraid, afraid like he always was. Of what would happen to me, of what might happen to him. Like the hospital room where we first met. His broken ankle and my mystery, something fixable and something unknowable. Misplaced guilt and my desperate need for help.

“But it’s not a good visit is it?” her lips thinned and a trembling set into her voice, “it’s never a good visit.”

I gripped the ground, “So- it’s true, you know what’s wrong with me?”

“Yes dear,” she whispered, a hope rising in me like the sun, “Come close,” she ordered. I crawled forward as she whispered words I’d so desperately wanted to hear. Words no doctor cared enough to find: an answer. An answer that we wouldn’t be able to fix, no cure, just help.

“Well, that means…” Kit breathed a sense of optimism I didn’t share.

“Oh, my darling,” she crooned.

The spicy scent of carnations mixed with something putrid came from above. Languor’s eyes twitched. A pained gasp left her mouth as slowly pulled her arm from her body. Leaving us to view her exposed skin for the first time. I could not tell its true colour, there were too many to count. Infected green wounds covered in purple and blue bruises, deep red cuts leading to broken bones, jaundice yellow spreading through what little skin stayed intact, all permeated with the smell of the dead and flowers.

“Mother of pearl!” Kit’s freckles stood out as his skin paled of all colour,

Red veins pulsed in Langour’s eyes, as though in some futile attempt to soothe the pain. They dragged the dirt from her face, leaving even more of her decaying skin exposed. Each anguished movement placated with stillness as she reached. The giant’s fingers curled as they reached her head with the distinct sound of snapping bones marking the action. Her fingers pinched a single white rose delicately, the fragile thing dwarfed in her hand. She placed it on the ground in front of me, her eyes popping and teeth gritted through the pain. She righted herself, closing her eyes and sighing.

She smiled so sadly, “This is for you.”

“But- but-”

“I know darling, I know it’s not much but it’s all I can give you,” her tears revealing more of her mangled face, “humans are nothing if not my children… but like any mother, there is only so much I can do.”

I shot up and ran, I hadn’t run in months. I didn’t even know I still could, but the adrenaline outweighed the pain in that moment. As I finally got to the sunlight I collapsed to the ground my breath ragged from crying and exhaustion.

No one can fix me, I was supposed to be fixed, this was supposed to be gone, I was supposed to be normal! The shaking sobs echoed the pain in my body and mind, “I was so close… so close…” each word punctuated with a sob, and a soft question in my mind verbalized itself, “where does that leave me now?”

“Someplace different,” Kit interrupted my crying. He sat down pulling me close, just enough to tell the flood gates open.

“She told you what’s wrong,” his arms wrapped tight around me, “isn’t that good enough? Humans have come up with so much, and now that we know we can make it easier.”

I choked, “Easier isn’t better!”

We stayed in silence till a horrible sound rang from Kit’s mouth.

Oh sorrows great sorrows she keeps them

Humanities saviour, a goddess keeping us from the Oleander

A horror in the flowers awaits

Now we are only the bystander

Oh smile, she does smile

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

“What gift!” I lamented as tears stained his shirt. I never wanted to hear that song again, I’d sing anything else. Everything else, I’ll sing everything other than that. He picked up the discarded rose and placed it in my hands, I had the distinct urge to crush it, but I just couldn’t.

“It’s not rocket science Mary,” he sighed like a new world order had just been set, looking me in the eyes, “Nothing can fix you, so maybe you’re just not broken.”

I gripped the rose in my hands, the wildflowers surrounding me like a shroud burying some distant and forgotten part of me in the ground with Langour. Kit’s words pulsed in my ears like blood circulating through my body. Nothing could stop the tears, there was still pain. I could feel it and I always would. The ache would never cease and the world would never right itself. That was a fact, a fact not even the Goddess of life could change. Not even a goddess can fix it. No one can fix me.

Spice turned to sweetness, and I pulled away from Kit. The frills of the carnations flattened and pressed into- something else. The red faded into a soft pink. Wild roses surrounded us in a halo, keeping us from the carnations.

There was suffering… and yet…

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

[melody-smith-pond]

She had exhausted almost every avenue she could think of to find out the information she was after. There had been two options left for her and as seen as she rarely liked to play things safe she had soon made her mind up as to which one to go for.

Running along the corridor she tried all the doors along the way none of which were opening for her, her mind thinking how she was really not dressed to be running like his. In any normal circumstances, she would have had her vortex manipulator on her and would simply have escaped her current predicament, unfortunately, she had had to come here without it and had hoped that her charms would be enough to get her both in and out without any problems, after all she was only there to ask someone a simple question. Finally finding a door that was open she ran inside and leaned against it hoping her weight would be enough to not let it move when they tried the door. Holding her breath as she saw the door handle move she closed her eyes to steady her pounding heartbeat. Hearing one of the men who were chasing her saying she must have gone up to the next floor she breathed a sigh of relief. Moving from the door she knew she didn't have time to stand around. Moving over to the other side of the room she quickly pushed open the window. The cold breeze that flew in was almost enough to take her breath away but she really didn't have time to worry about how cold it was outside, it would be better to freeze than to get shot. Poking her head out the window a small smile began to form on her lips as she noticed a fire escape a little off to her left. She knew it would be no good leaving the room to try and get into one closer as she had already tried the doors and they had been locked. Slipping her shoes off she raised the hem of her dress up high enough to allow her to climb out of the window and onto the ledge that just was big enough for her to stand on on her tippy toes. Making her way across slowly, her eyes staying fixed on her end goal instead of looking down, she began to sing a little song in her head to keep her mind off the bitterly cold wind that was beginning to wrap itself around her. Reaching out for the fire escape and climbing onto it she quickly slipped her shoes back on as the metal was almost freezing to the touch compared to the ledge she had just climbed from. Hearing a shout from above she looked up and saw one of the men who had been chasing her pointing down. She gave him a quick little wave and quickly began her descent. Her eyes scanned the ground below she cursed out under her breath, there wasn't one thing she could use to help her get out of there. "Who the hell has this much money and no cars parked in their driveway? Just one car that I could have borrowed but no. I bet he keeps them all locked up somewhere." Finally hitting the ground with her feet she quickly began to sprint in the direction of the gate at the end of the driveway. Rounding the corner she could see it starting to close "Oh no you don't" She said to herself as she stopped briefly to slip her shoes off once more and lift the hem of her dress up to above her knees to allow her to move much quicker.

Just to say making it through the gate before it closed she paused for a moment to try and catch her breath till she heard the shouting coming from up the driveway. Looking up she heaved a sigh "Do you boys never give up?" She asked them as they began to raise their guns "Guess that means no" She laughed as she took off down the street. Between the bitterly cold wind dancing around her as she sped along as fast as she could, and the cold wet hard ground biting at her feet she was starting to feel her body turning numb. Glancing quickly behind herself she could hear them screaming to hurry and get the gate open giving her just enough time to pause and decide which way to run.

[little-diable]

Club - Damiano David (smut)

Super filthy and rough. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Damiano fucks the reader in a club as another man tries to touch what belongs to the singer.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, sex in a club, throat fuck, degrading, jealousy, choking 

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

The music flooded through her, body moving to the beat, screaming the lyrics as the crowd around her kept on dancing. By now she was feeling the effects of the shots she had drowned a few minutes ago, giggling with Victoria as both swayed to the music.

No longer did she focus on Damiano, but on the song that was currently echoing through the club, animating the drunk people to keep on moving. (Y/n) felt two hands getting placed on her waist, pulling her closer to a chest, locking her in place. 

She didn’t know the guy, had never seen him before, but in that very moment she couldn’t care less, allowing him to sway her around, grinding against her as she was getting lost in the beat. 

From afar he was watching her with dark eyes, tightening his grip on his glass, wondering if she was realizing what was going on. Damiano finished his cigarette before he placed his drink down, making his way towards his stumbling girlfriend. 

The guy kept whispering into her ear, trying to speak to the girl he wanted to keep close, not noticing the man that was nearing them two. (Y/n) didn’t listen to the words the stranger spoke, eyes closed, allowing her body to lead on its own. 

But the second another hand clamped down on her wrist she felt her body hurling forwards, crashing into a familiar chest, eyes wandering along the black ink she would trace with her fingers as she was pressed against him. The scent of his expensive cologne engulfed her, mixed with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol, a comforting scent she was longing for. 

“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” Damiano’s breath tickled her throat, lips meeting her earlobes, eyes not leaving the stranger that had touched her once. Incoherent words spilled from her lips, slurring her reply, no longer caring about the music, hooked onto the feeling of his body pressed against hers. 

“I-,” a chuckle rumbled through (y/n), head lifted off his chest to press a kiss against his lips, tasting the cigarette he had just smoked on his tongue. She was pushing all the right buttons, adding fuel to the fire of jealousy that kept burning deep inside of him. 

The need to claim her body as his urged him on to add more pressure to their kiss, only breaking apart to pull her off the dance floor, towards the barely alight toilet. 

Her giggles got drowned out by the pain that shot through her as Damiano pressed her against the wall, locking the door behind him. “Allowing another man to touch what’s mine? You fucking brat.” 

A hand got placed on her jawline, fingertips digging into her skin, forcing her to look at him, getting lost in his dark pupils. He wasn’t loving and caring, though possessive and aggressive, ready to fuck her till she no longer knew how to walk. 

“You’ll be a good girl, you’ll let me fuck your mouth and you’ll thank me for it, understood?” Two fingers got plunged into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue till glistening tears spilled from her eyes. Her smudged makeup ran down her cheeks, already looking fucked out as if he had forced his twitching cock into her for hours on end. 

“Yes,” she dropped to her knees, wincing as the cold, dirty floor met her skin, hands already working on his black leather trousers. The fabric of his see-through shirt exposed most parts of his tattooed upper body, a work of art she’d stare at whenever she’d get the chance to. 

Damiano looked dangerous, towering over her as she wanted to take his anger off his shoulders, apologising for her behaviour. The second she pulled his cock out of his boxers she had her lips wrapped around the tip, licking the skin clean, moaning at the taste of his precum. He felt heavy on her tongue, the velvety skin rested on the muscle as she tried to slacken her jaw, struggling to do so with the alcohol still running through her system. 

Damiano wasn’t a patient man, couldn’t waste any time, hips jerking, cock sliding down her throat. His hands tugged on her roots, not giving her a chance to pull away as he fucked her mouth. “Look at you-“ a throaty moan ripped through the singer, “- such a slut for me, aren’t you?” 

She hummed around his cock, glassy eyes not leaving his features once, admiring the almost concentrated expression he wore. Her clit throbbed against the soaked through fabric of her panties, desperate for some pressure, anything to soothe the ache her body was fighting against.

The corners of her mouth burned, just like her throat, not used to the heavy thrusts of his. He was hungry for his release, no longer thinking rationally. Her fingernails clawed into the skin of his thighs, holding onto him as he was ready to let go.

“Will you let me fuck you? I bet you’re dripping, ready for me.”

He gave her a harsh push back, cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Damiano pulled her back onto her feet, ripping the fabric of her dress up to her waist. The flimsy material of her panties snapped apart, exposing her dripping cunt to his hungry eyes. 

With his palm pressed against her scalp she met the wall once again, leg hooked around his waist, allowing him to slip into her heat. His lips met hers, tongues battling to swallow their moans, the desperate groans that left their vocal cords aching. Damiano pounded into her, cock slipping in and out of her at a fast pace. 

He wasn’t making love to her, had to prove his dominance, had to burn bruises into her skin that would make her aware of their relationship, the connection both had to keep alive. 

Her cunt fluttered around his cock, pulling him closer, begging him to fuck her into oblivion, to take away all her worries as the dirty bathroom was closing in on them. The cold rings on his hand met her throat, cutting off her airflow, teasing her lungs, heightening her senses. Her dilated pupils met his, begging him to keep her safe as he was dragging her towards the edge, ready to push her into the clashing waves that were awaiting her. 

“You’ll scream my name, they need to know that you’re mine, that only I can fuck you like this.” His name burned on her lips, she struggled to produce any sounds, lungs not able to grasp the air they were aching for. 

Her vision was covered by black spots, she’d pass out soon, hands tightening their grip on his wrist. As Damiano let go of her throat she cried his name, body shaking, trembling. (Y/n) came around his cock with tears streaming down her cheeks, hoping that this very moment would last for eternity.

Each orgasm he’d coax out of her was more powerful than the one before, somehow he’d always manage to push her to her limits. It didn’t take too long for him to follow her down the edge, cock twitching inside of her, pulling out of her to release himself onto her thighs. 

Damiano kept holding eye contact as he dragged his thumb through the cum that stuck to her thigh, forcing his digit into her mouth, waiting for (y/n) to clean his skin.

“I hope this was worth it, I’ll make sure that you won’t have another orgasm anytime soon.” 

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Till Dawn

Duo: Dad!Bucky x Eden (age 7 in this)

Summary: Bucky and Eden have the house to themselves because you and Jamie (James Jr.) are away for the night. Bedtime ends up getting pushed back because she starts playing music and wants him to dance with her. The opportunity is one Bucky can't pass up. Contains cute daddy-daughter moments.

Prompt 5: “No, keep dancing. Please?

Prompt 11: "Can I have one more hug before you go?"

A/N: I decided to write something quick using two of the prompts from my fluffy prompt list for Bucky. I'm still chugging through everyone else's requests as well, and I will be posting more very soon. School has started back for me (sophomore year @ uni) which equals oof, but it's all good at the same time. Thank you so much for all the support and patience! :) -Hannah

There was a stillness to the atmosphere until a strong melody rang out. The sound was muffled due to the walls and slight distance of its origin. But as Bucky stood brushing his teeth, he could tell it was the intro to a song—an old pop song—even over the sound of running water. As the singer’s voice flowed into the first verse, he moved to begin rinsing his mouth in the least sloppy way he could manage. Eden was supposed to be getting ready for bed just as he was. Part of him wondered if he’d been wrong not to hover over and make sure she didn’t get drawn off track. Hurrying through his night routine wasn’t something he’d anticipated that night, but it’s what found himself doing.

As soon as he located his daughter, he threw his hands up. It wasn’t an overly dramatic gesture, but it was enough to communicate that he was a bit thrown off by what was going on. It was rather peculiar for a seven-year-old to be up blasting music on a Friday night. At bedtime, no less. Bucky went to turn the speaker down a couple of notches. “Aren’t you supposed to be brushing your teeth?”

“I already did—see?” She smiled to show him. “And my breath is minty. Wanna come check?”

That drew a laugh out of him, a quick huff of air through his nose. “It’s fine. If you’re lying, they’re gonna be your cavities, not mine. What are you in here doing, anyway?” He ran a hand through his hair and watched the almost comical way she shrugged. “Well, you’re supposed to be winding down for bed, silly.”

But even Bucky couldn’t deny that the music was cultivating a somewhat energic charge within the air. One that made it impossible to be frustrated or annoyed. Or ready for bed, for that matter. There was even more of a buzz in the room as the song continued to build. Rather than insisting they wrapped things up, Bucky was curious to see if his daughter would attempt to further explain herself or do something else characteristically Eden.

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to extend her hands for him to take. “Wanna dance?” It was a simple question, and there was a twinkle in her eyes that made it impossible to say no.

So, just like that, they let themselves to get lost. Bucky took her smaller hands in his and allowed her to bounce around and begin swinging their arms, leaving him no choice but to move too. She began singing along to the lyrics and gazing up at him with the brightest smile. There was nothing in the world quite like her happiness. It touched him in a way that no words could explain. When the chorus came in with deeper bass, she broke away. Twirling and letting her arms catch the air. For a sliver of time, Bucky allowed himself to sway and bob his head. But then he stopped to watch her. Surely, she was joy in human form.

She didn’t notice his eyes on her at first. But when she did, she slowed down. “Daddy, no, keep dancing. Please? We’re supposed to be rocking out together.” That request coming from her lips was yet another thing he couldn’t say no to.

Another song came on, and then another. The whole while, they were enjoying each other's company. Bucky wanted to seal the night in a jar and keep tucked away where it would never be forgotten. And soon, the sound of their laughter was the only one filling the air. The playlist had ended. Bucky’s heart was full as Eden sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. She nuzzled into him for a moment before propping her chin on his stomach to look up at him. There was something hopeful in her gaze and as easy as it would’ve been to entertain it, Bucky was afraid he couldn’t. It was getting late.

“It’s bedtime now, E. For real.” He ran a hand over her hair. “We can’t keep doing this till dawn.”

“Yes, we can.” There was a playful quip to her tone.

“Well, we’re not going to.” Bucky whisked her up bridal style and began carrying her to her bedroom. She was groaning at first, but then let her body go lax to feign unconsciousness. Even closing her eyes. She bit back a smile when she heard him chuckling. “You’re trying to be a little actress, huh?” He pretended he was going to drop her by dipping downwards, which made her squeal and wrap her arms around his neck.

“Daddy!”

He gave her an innocent look. “What?”

“Be careful! You can’t drop me.”

By then, they had made it into her room. “Watch me.” He released her onto her bed, and couldn’t help laughing when her frame started shaking with giggles.

She had to get back up in order to properly crawl under the covers, but Bucky helped her as she did. When they were pulled over her he pressed a kiss to her temple, and they talked for a little while. But it eventually came time for them to exchange their goodnights. And just as he switched her lamp off and was about to slip out the door, her voice called out, “Wait!”

Bucky turned back towards her. The light from the hallway was casting enough illumination into the room for him to be able to make out her features. “What, sunshine?”

“Can I have one more hug before you go?”

“I just hugged you.” But even as he said that he was making his way back to her bedside. Eden wrapped her arms around her father’s neck as soon as he leaned down, giving a gentle squeeze. When he straightened back up, he put his hands on his hips. “Satisfied? Can I go now?”

“Umm… no—just kidding,” she said with amusement in her voice. “G’night for real this time. I love you.”

“Love you more, E.”

It came as no surprise to Bucky that, after he’d crawled into bed himself, she eventually came padding into his bedroom to join him.

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[cacoetheswriting]

for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

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The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?” 

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

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“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

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The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined. 

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his. 

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

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Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking. 

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment. 

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace. 

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play. 

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling. 

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

~~

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around. 

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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masterlist

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

run to you | Harry Styles

Summary: harry can’t help but feel a little jealous when it seems like his best friend is interested in someone else

GENRE: angst, fluff at the end

WARNING: jealous harry, roommates, being dumped, drunk reader briefly, crying

Pairing: harry styles x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Author note: I write a ton of friends to Lovers fic

Blog appropriate for all ages

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

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Harry's fingers drummed on the table he was sitting at. His eyes knitted as he watched your figure across the room like you were some type of prey.

You were grinding up against a guy as the alcohol you consumed ran through your veins. You were carefree, living you life and enjoying yourself like lots of people were doing in the club that night except harry.

God he hated how that guy was touching your waist, and how you smiled as you looked at him, and how your lips were almost touching his. He hated it, harry really fucking hated it.

He wanted nothing more than tear that guy away from you, but he couldn't.

Harry adjusted himself in his seat, tearing his eyes away from you and the mystery man. His hands went down to his lap and he cleared his throat. He used every inch in his body to not look back over at you.

5 minutes later the song died down and you came back giggling. "Hi harry." Harry looked up at you, pressing his lips into a thin line.

You of course didn't notice and kept talking. "It's fun night. I just met this cute guy and he blew me away. He's going to take me on a date later this week because he likes me. It's going to be so fun." You squealed.

Harry growled under his breath before getting up. "Let's go." He took your hand. You looked up at him confused as to what the problem was. "Harry, what is it?"

Harry pulled you out of the club and to the car he drove you in. "It's late and you're really drunk. It's time to go."

You got in the car, harry did as well, and he drove you away to your apartment.

The whole ride harry grip on the steering wheel was tight. His mind was clouded with thoughts he just couldn't shake.

You on the other hand was confused. You peered over at Harry every now and then seeing his jaw tighten and his knuckles white from his grip. You didn't know what was wrong with him but you didn't bother trying to figure out either.

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About 10 minutes later harry pulled into the driveway. He parked the car and got out. He helped you out of the car Because of your drunk state before letting you into the house.

Harry walked right passed you to his room with out a word. You felt yourself tear up at the action. You don't know if it was because you were drunk or you were genuinely upset, but you hated it.

That night you went to sleep crying and confused. Harry heard your cries loud and clear seeing that he was in the room next to you. He felt guilty for treating you like that but he was pissed.

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The next morning harry woke up at the crack of dawn. He ripped the blanket off and dragged himself out of bed.

He went straight to the kitchen to get you some water Because he knew you were going to have a killer headache when you awoke. He still cared about you of course.

He walked back up the creaking stairs, grabbed an aspirin from the bathroom before walking to your room.

You were sprawled out on the bed, mouth open as you snored. Harry chuckled to himself at the image. He sat the water and pill down on your nightstand before shaking you awake.

"y/n, time to wake up."

You opened your eyes, groaning as your head started to throb. You easily regretted getting wasted last night.

You looked up at harry; he had a faint smile on his face that didn't quite meet the eyes. Images of last night flooded in your brain of harry being unknowingly mad at you. It made your heart drop in your chest.

You sat up and reached out for the water and aspirin. With harry's help you gulped it down before you looked up at him.

"uhh what was your problem yesterday?"

Harry sighed, "nothin' I was just ready to go." Harry lied. You knew it was a lie but didn't pry.

Your phone on the bedside table ring causing you to reach over for it. You opened your messages and began to read.

Harry watched as a smile creeped up on your face. "What is it?"

"the guy from yesterday message me. He wants to take me on a date tonight." You giddy said.

Harry swallowed, jaw tightening. "Well.. that sounds fun."

"I-"

Before you could get a word out, harry walked out of the room. You sat there dumbfounded. You didn't understand what his problem was and right now you seriously had a problem with him. He was being an huge ass.

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Your makeup was done, you were dressed in a silk dress and a few expensive pieces of jewelry for your date. You exhaled as you stood in front of the mirror in the foyer. You were waiting for your date to come.

Harry walked down the stairs and saw you in that beautiful dress. God you were beautiful but it wasn't for him.

He walked straight to the kitchen without saying a word to you even though you looked right at him.

You walked into the kitchen ignoring his pissed state. "so, I'm probably going to be out till 11 so I'll see you later." You said to him.

He turned away from you grabbing a mug from the cabinet. "Have fun I guess."

You grew angry at him, "what is your problem? You've been acting like a huge jackass!"

Harry scuffed, "I'm a jackass. At least I'm not the one who's going out with a fuck boy." He placed the kettle on and placed the mug on the counter. His eyes didn't met yours at all. You decided it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine and ignore him like he's been ignoring you.

You walked out of the kitchen as you heard a knock on the door. You grabbed your bag and coat before walking to the door. Before you left you yelled out to harry.

"have a good Rest of your fucking day Harry." You walked out of the house, slamming the door slightly.

"you too y/n." Harry spat out to himself.

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Days and days went on since you and harry talked on the night on your date.

Everytime you both were in the same room you ignored each other. It was like you were both strangers in your own home.

It wasn't like you both wanted to do this but harry was being a prick and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

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It was the day of another date with the guy you met at the bar. You were really excited. You sat in the restaurant waiting for him to come.

5 minutes turned to 10 minutes, 10 turned to 20, and 20 turned to 30 and he hasn't shown up. You started to worry, aggressively texting him but there was no response.

You were getting embarrassed at all the waiting you were doing right now. After a while you just decided to leave. After telling the waiters you were leaving, you walked out of the restaurant. As soon as you reached your car your phone went off.

You opened it seeing a message.

Bar guy | I'm not coming, I found another girl. Sry

You felt your heart drop as you got in your car. You held in your tears as you drove to your apartment. The only thing you wanted more than anything was to be with Harry. Even though you hated his guts, he was always the one there when you had a breakup.

You pulled into the driveway, parking the car. Harry who was inside wasn't expecting you back so early. He frowned as he sat his guitar down.

The door open revealing you. You were crying and went straight to harry.

"hey, love what happened?" Harry asked as placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.

"he dumped me." You cried out. Harry awed as he once again kissed your head. "It's okay, he didn't deserve you."

You pulled away sniffling. "I'm sorry. I called you a jackass and you were right. He was a fuck boy and I didn't see it and I'm so so-"

"hey, no no it's okay, it's okay." Harry stopped you. "You didn't do anything wrong. He's the one I'm mad at not you ok."

"yeah... Ok." You whipped your eyes and sat down on the couch. Harry did the same. He picked up his guitar. "So I know I'm a shit friend sometimes but what do you think about us having a little bit of fun. Just me and you. I'll sing you a song."

You chuckled, "okay."

Harry smiled, "alright, let's do this."

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You and Harry spent the whole night enjoying each other's company. After a few days of not talking it was worth it.

Later that night you and harry are laying on the floor after you both had a long dance party– yes you both were cheesy like that.

Your chest was rising and falling as you looked up at the ceiling. "that was fun."

Harry looked up at you, "of course it was, you're with me bitch, it's obviously going to be fun." Harry said

You laughed. You turned to harry and smiled. "Thanks for today." Harry smiled at you, "you're welcome."

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your nose, something that was normal and he has been doing for years. But this felt different to you.

His lips lingered making your skin tingle. When Harry pulled away he was inches away from your face. You couldn't help but close the gap between the both of you.

Your lips moved with his slowly with meaning. You moaned softly into his lips as harry pushed your back on the ground and hovered over you.

Eventually he pulled away and looked down at you. "Wow." Was all you could get out as he stared down at you. Harry chuckled, "yeah, wow." He placed another soft kiss on your lips before getting up leaving you shocked on the ground.

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[hford0311]

He's Back

*Where the reader is also from the 1940s, and is now a part of the Avengers. Now, she has learned to deal with her displacement in time and moved on from the idea of love, especially after the death of her love, Bucky. Until, one day Steve calls for an emergency meeting where her world is turned around. Word Count: 2.2k*

Whispers were indistinctive around the Avengers Tower that you could never end up being a part of. When you made your entrances in different rooms, people would instantly stop talking, even if you were nearly silent coming in the room.

"Okay!" You exclaimed and threw a glass cup in the sink when it happened once again. "Do I need to set up a meeting, so I can be told what's being whispered around or something?" You yelled at Nat, Tony, and Bruce. They were shocked by your response. "I'm tired of this stupid silent treatment." You added, almost panting in anger. "Y/n," Bruce started to speak before the other pair in the room shot him disapproving looks. "No, tell me, Bruce. I can handle it." You stated. "Yeah, the cup can really tell that you can handle something," Tony dully remarked. "So you're going to stop everything to make sure that I do not know the stupid secret that everyone else in the tower gets to know but me. Cool, thanks, Tony," you stomped out of the room.

Steve was gone, the only person from your time, and he was the only person that you could confide in at times. You were also from the 1940s. You were friends with Steve and actually Bucky's girl up until his death in 1945. You were a nurse during the war. They shipped you off to Germany. There, you were one of the captured nurses that were forced to treat the German soldiers, and HYDRA decided that you were useful enough to keep around for decades. On and off ice for decades.

You kept messaging Steve to know when he was going to be back and where he had gone. It took hours for him for him to respond Emergency Meeting at 8. You tried knowing the content of the meeting, but he did not give you a response. You huffed and stayed put in your room until 7:55. That's when you walked into the main living area, where everyone was surrounded, including Steve. There was chatter, they obviously have not noticed you yet, this time. Steve asked everyone to back up and give them room. Them? You mentally questioned, who else is here?

The mini crowd back up and dispersed more in the living room. That's when you saw him. You were slightly embarrassed yourself when you noticed how you had pinched yourself. When you met his eyes, you felt time slow. He was not paying attention to anyone else either. You walked a few steps closer, "Hey, Sarge," you gently said. Bucky's body and face softened at your voice. "Long time, no see," you gave him a small smile. You could tell he wanted to reach out to you, but something was holding him back. Suddenly, you felt your stomach drop and a large amount of feelings suddenly attack you. For over half a century, you've known of his death, and it took you so long to accept that he was dead. Now, everything had backfired. All of that had now changed. You felt yourself beginning to sob. Bucky, your Bucky is alive. "This can't be real," you whispered and ran to your room.

The nightmares came back to you. There were incredibly recurring and were from your, what you call, main past being the 1940s and 1950s. However, they did not just include the horrible reliving the past like they used to be when you experienced them before. They included the screams and cries from Bucky to you. Your name and cries for help kept repeating, but you could never find where they were coming from until it was all dead silent, and you awoke panting and sweating. A few of the times included you crying out for him too and patting over the bed until you realized it was a dream.

This time after waking from the nightmare, you grabbed your throw blanket, quietly escaped your room, and went out to one of the patios. It did not matter how many times you did this, the view was always something that distracted you from the nightmares that occurred. The lights from all the apartments and other buildings were something that you always appreciated about living in the city. It did not matter that you were awake because you were not the only one. Sometimes, you would people watch and make up stories of the shapes of people that you go in and out of their lit living areas. It was all comforting. The opening of the sliding door made you jump in your seat a little, but you were fine when you saw it was Steve.

"Another one," he questioned and sat in the chair next to you. You nodded and wrapped the blanket around you tighter. "You know you can talk to whenever about them." Steve reminded you like he always does. Sometimes you debated making up a fake one to tell him about, so he could leave you alone about it. But like always, you pursed your lips and shook your head, "I'm fine," you quietly spoke. Steve sighed and looked out into the city. "It makes you wonder why their all up sometimes." He changed the subject that he knew he could get you to talk about. You gave a silent, second longing laugh before answering, "That's when you make up people stories. Like that building," you pointed at one about the height of where the patio was, the third closest building on the right, "on the third floor down from the top and fourth one to the right that couple are planning their wedding, it's going horribly, but they keep having fun along the way." You had a comfortable smile.

"Ever wonder what's that like anymore?" Steve asked while he looked at the window you exposed to him. You audibly scoffed, "Maybe almost a century ago, but I haven't ever since." Steve gave you a sad but understanding look. "Dedicate myself to fighting with the Avengers, I don't think any dreamboat could handle it. Just a single dame till the day I die...whenever that will finally be," you finished by rolling your eyes. You watched Steve looked at you with shock. "Well, Y/n, I'm surprised by you," he stated and leaned back in his chair, "I thought you would think differently with Bucky here. I know I have." You gave him a sad smile, "Steve, you and I both know that that person is not the Bucky we know and..." You faded into silence and looked back out. "Y/n, you haven't even-" "I know!" You paused after hearing yourself echo slightly, "I know, I haven't." You added much quieter. "The thought terrifies me, especially after coming to acceptance that my....was no longer, and being kidnapped with no hope in sight, I turned into a cold person. I saw him, a-and I-I..." you paused again, "I wasn't--fuck, I still don't know how to react to it, and I...am very mixed emotion about everything with him. On one hand, there's....what we had," your hands really helped you do the talking, "and now...I'm sure he has gone through worse than me. I'm sure he doesn't want to add anything to my plate of trauma, and I don't want to add to his." You finished.

"Y/n, you can't even get yourself to say Bucky's name." Steve pointed out to you. That's when emotions started. "Steve," you heavily exhaled, "that's the problem. Some nights, I wake up screaming for him. I pat my bed looking for him! I haven't done that since his mother told me about the soldiers coming up to her about his KIA in the '40s, Steve! I have nightmares of him screaming for me to help him, and I can never find him!" You took a large breath. "I am in an internal battle of wanting to run and jump in his arms like I wanted to do so badly when I daydreamed about the war being over and becoming a wife of an American hero while also wanting to stay the hell away from him because...well, everything after that to now!" You rubbed your forehead. "Y/n, he's here. Try something. Do you think he doesn't have the same feeling?" You looked up at the sky and shook your head. "It's terrifying." You breathed. "So is waking up from the ice, but we survived that." Steve said before getting up and going back in the tower.

***

Right on time again, up and terrified. You repeated your routine of going outside. You hummed old, familiar songs as you did. One of your favorite couples were dancing by their window. "You really have it all figured out, don't you?" You whispered, even though you knew you would never get an answer back. They were comfort characters in your world. You were so entranced by them that you did not noticed the other human walk out onto the patio as well, until he spoke. "Old habits never die." Your neck swiftly changed directions in shock at the voice. You tightened the blanket from a nervous habit. "Somethings never do," you simply added before turning away. However, your eyes kept glancing towards him. You noticed the recent haircut compared to when you saw him the other day at shoulder's length or a little beyond. "But so many things often do." He responded. "Can't ever go back even if we truly desired to." You added back to him.

There was silence. Eye contact never fully met. Under different circumstances of no history involved, some would say it resembled high school crushes. He finally gave in first and turned around to face you, hands on the railing of the patio. You noticed then that the left one was vibranium. You sighed and looked back at the couple near the window while humming songs from the '40s. Then, after a short while, you heard Bucky add to your humming. You stopped and shyly smiled back at him. "Music is nothing like it used to be," you mentioned. He lightly laughed and nodded. What came from your mouth next, you didn't really have control over, maybe it was an instinct like when you talk to Steve, maybe it was something you did not know you truly desired now.

"Want to head to my room and listen to it?" You couldn't avoid eye contact when he looked back at you now. You said it loud and clear enough that he looked over at you with a hint of shock. "That'd be nice," Bucky responded with a hint of a smile.

At first, it did start as simply that, listening to the records while sitting on your set of velvet wide wingback chairs. The occasional glances and small smiles shared. Then, Bucky made a move. He stood from his chair and stood in front of yours, offering you a dance. "Oh, Bucky, I haven't danced since-" "1943?" You nodded at him finishing your sentence. "I haven't either," he added and as gentle as he could be, he grabbed your hand to pull you up to dance with him. You allowed it to happen, resistance did not feel right to you in that situation.

The dancing started stiff and cautious like neither of wanted to frighten the other. However, it grew into a more fluid dancing, the pair of you getting more comfortable with each other. After a couple hours, you felt comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. "Don't fall asleep on me, Y/n doll." He quietly said, which made you look up at him with curiosity at the old nickname. "I'm sorry," he admittedly said. "I shouldn't have-" "Don't apologize," you deeply whispered and leaned up, kissing Bucky's cheek. Then, his lips, after so many decades, had reconnected with yours, quick and short turned into long as well as passionate.

The world around you both felt like it turned back to 1943. The room was now Bucky's apartment, his clothing turned into his sergeant uniform, yours into the red shirtwaist dress, and time didn't hurt the pair of you like the present. "Never leave me again, James Buchanan Barnes." Your lips drew together and bodies grew closer. "Wouldn't dream of it, Y/n doll," Bucky would mutter against your lips and pulled your closer by the waist.

As your back landed on the bed, you physically felt your breath being caught. "Bucky," you exhaled in a tone that was no longer flirtatious or excited, rather it was a sad realization. The dimly lit apartment, the uniform, the red dress, all of it turned back into reality of your room in the Avengers Tower. You can see that the dream ideal world had broke from his eyes as well. "Bucky," you breathed as you stood and softly grabbed both sides of his face, "you were gone. You were gone for so long." You lightly cried. He embraced you, holding you close to his chest. "I know, doll." Bucky lightly kissed the top of your head. You gripped the back of his shirt. "Don't ever do that again." You whispered into him. "Why would I ever do such a thing?" Bucky held you tighter.

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If You Love Him - Harry Styles

This is based on the song If You Love Her by Forest Blakk

This song breaks my heart every time I listen to it, and I just thought of this idea. It honestly made me so sad to write and I really got in my feels, so I’m sorry beforehand if it’s too sad, but I’m actually really proud of it so I hope you enjoy<3 (Olivia Wilde appears in this, and it’s in no way meant negatively towards her) 

Summary: you have a hard time living without Harry, and when you find out he’s seeing someone else it breaks your heart and you write a song to his new lover

Warnings: none, it’s just sad:’(

Not my gif, so creds to the owner

You sat in front of the piano, fingers brushing the keys, just barely touching them. You've been crying all day it felt like, and now you just felt numb. You were absolutely drained of all your energy and you felt like you could fall asleep on the spot, but every time you tried closing your eyes, old memories flooded your brain a thousand miles per hour and prevented sleep from taking you with it.

You missed him, fuck you missed him so much. It was so hard just breathing without him and it felt like climbing a mountain just getting through one day without Harry beside you. You barely slept, just the thought of waking up and not seeing him in bed next to you, was enough to start a waterfall of tears streaming down your face. Every day you were in physical pain too, your stomach was in knots, your head was pounding from all the crying and your body had gotten so used to just laying in bed that your muscles had started hurting too from lack of use.

Every day was a hell to go through, but today had been the worst without a doubt. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling you'd felt when you’d checked Twitter that morning and saw rumors that Harry had found someone new. It had been all over the internet after a picture had been caught of him and someone else from the night before. Even though your brain had begged you to stop looking at the pictures and just turn off your phone, you'd spent the entire morning reading articles and fan theories. Eventually, it had hurt more than you could bear and you'd put down your phone and spent the rest of the day soaking your pillow from your unstoppable fountain of tears.

Now it was some time in the middle of the night, maybe around 3 a.m? You honestly didn't know. You hadn't touched your phone since you'd tossed it away earlier and you hadn't moved from your bed until an hour ago when you'd made your way to the piano in your living room.

One time what felt like an eternity ago, Harry had found you absolutely devasted after you thought a heavy argument with one of your close friends had led to the end of your friendship, and he'd told you: "some times emotions are easier to feel if you express them through music" and he'd made you sit down on the same piano bench you were sitting on now, listening while you wrote a song about every emotion that you'd felt. You remembered how he'd been right, that the feelings had actually been more bearable after you'd sang the words. Maybe it would work that way this time too? Honestly, at this point, you were willing to try anything to minimize the painful aching in your chest.

You'd just been staring at the piano in front of you for the last hour though, no words coming to mind that could express exactly what you were feeling. You kept thinking of Harry with this new person: was he with her right now, lying next to her in bed? Were they cuddling? Did he pull her tight to his chest while his head rested atop of hers as he'd always done with you? Were they having deep pillow talks till far into the night, like the two of you used to? Did he touch her the way he'd touched you? Did her entire body ignite whenever he kissed her, as yours had always done?

You knew who she was, Olivia Wilde, the director of the movie Harry had worked so hard on the last couple of months. You remembered the day he'd come home, so excited that he'd gotten the role in the movie, and you'd been equally as excited for him and so fucking proud. Not once had you imagined that you'd be sitting here now, while Harry was starting a new relationship with her. Was she treating him right? You fucking hoped so. Even though you wanted to hate her with your entire being, you couldn't seem to be mad at her. Maybe she was giving him what you couldn't, maybe he was happier with her. God, he deserved to be so happy.

Suddenly a thought formed in your head and the fingers that had only been lightly touching the piano keys now pressed down to make the instrument play out a soft melody.

Take it If he gives you his heart Don't you break it

Your voice was weak as it escaped from your lips. You hadn't spoken to a lot of people the past couple of weeks, having barely used your voice and you couldn't even remember the last time you'd been singing. Losing Harry had made you shy away from your passion for music and writing, too many memories.

Let your arms be a place He feels safe in He's the best thing that you'll ever have

You kept going as the words formed in your head, directing the song to Harry's new lover. Even though it brought you so much pain to see Harry with someone else, you were willing to let him go if she was for him what he needed. All you wanted was for him to be happy and complete, you wanted him to have the world and you'd never been able to give him that.

Memories started appearing in your head like flashbacks behind your closed eyelids. Memories that you and Harry had shared, memories that made you smile slightly even though it shattered your heart to know that you would never share moments like them with him again. While being with Harry, you were the happiest you'd ever been and maybe you were never gonna feel that again, but it was okay as long as he was happy.

He always has trouble Falling asleep And he likes to cuddle While under the sheets

You'd spent many long nights next to Harry in bed, running your fingers through his hair and speaking softly to help him find sleep when it had been so hard for him. He'd always told you how there was no feeling that could compare to being curled up to you in bed, holding you so close to him that you could hear his heartbeat. The most peaceful moments you'd ever experienced with him were these intimate moments where you never wanted to move out of his embrace, praying that you could just stay in his arms forever.

Reality hit you now, that those moments were long gone, but you just wished with all your heart that she would hug him just the way he loved it and that she would be there for him during those sleepless nights he had when adrenaline wouldn't stop running through his body after working too much, or whenever a storm of thoughts in his head was keeping him awake.

He loves Pop songs And dancing, and bad trash TV

Harry's taste in music had always been something else. It was so wide, almost every genre of music was presented on his playlist, but you remembered you'd been surprised when you found all the cliche pop songs on there. You knew, of course, that Harry had spent five years in a boyband, singing pop songs, but to you, he just hadn't seemed like the type to listen to Ariana Grande and Katy Perry, but you'd been so wrong.

You couldn't count how many romcoms and shitty reality shows you'd watched with Harry during your time together. He'd always found them very enjoyable, and you would be lying if you didn't enjoy the times you'd been cuddled up to him on the couch while watching Love Island and discussing all the people you voted for and all the people you absolutely couldn't stand with each other.

He loves love notes and babies And likes giving gifts

A single tear escaped your eye and ran down your cheeks at the thought of all the love notes Harry had given you in the past. After you'd started dating, you'd worn his clothes so much, just because it smelled like him. His hoddies, shirts, sweatpants, jackets, you'd stolen it all from him, you're excuse being that it was more comfortable than your own clothes. Harry had never minded though, in fact, he'd always loved to see you walk into the kitchen in his shirt in the mornings or walk out of the house in a pair of his sweatpants paired with something like a white tank top.

At some point, he started putting little notes in the pockets of his hoddies or pants, knowing you'd put the items on the next day and find the sweet notes he hid. It was just small things like I love you or have a great day, love or excited to see you tonight, but they had always melted your heart, making you love him just that more.

Has a hard time accepting A good compliment

Harry had always showered you with compliments, every chance he got, always making you smile. You'd always made sure to tell Harry what an amazing person he was and how talented he was, how beautiful his music was and how absolutely gorgeous he looked, and every single time a sweet comment like that had left your mouth, Harry had blushed slightly while looking down at his feet. He would start making excuses, saying that it was nothing special every time you were amazed by a new song he'd written, and telling you he didn't know what you were talking about every time you'd told him how good he looked.

Knowing that he'd never been good at receiving compliments, you'd made sure to attack him with them all the time, and even though he never admitted it, you knew he thought about your words with a lot of consideration, eventually, you hoped, he started believing them.

You just wanted her to keep telling him those sweet things every day because he needed to hear them.

He loves his whole family And all of his friends

You thought of Harry's family and how he'd been so proud when he'd introduced you to them for the first time. He always put his family above everyone and though he didn't see them as much as he wanted to, he made sure that they never questioned how much they meant to him.

You'd admired the relationship he had with his family, especially his mother and sister, you could just tell how much he adored them. You'd never really had a home with that kind of love. You were an only child, so no siblings, and your mother had passed away while you were still young, leading your father into years of alcoholism and depression.

You'd never felt safe and loved until you met Harry, he was your family. That was probably the hardest part for you to let go of, the feeling of safety you'd had whenever you were wrapped in his arms or from simply being in the same room as him.

He was such a giving person, never asking for much. He had a lot of friends and they all adored him, how could they not? He had this ability to make you feel so special and he was such a good listener too, giving you all his attention whenever you told him something, not letting anything distract him.

So if you're the one he lets in Take it If he gives you his heart Don't you break it Let your arms be a place He feels safe in He's the best thing that you'll ever have He'll love you If you love him

You sang, and god, the words hurt. It felt like your chest was being pried open and your heart ripped out and shredded into pieces. You had to mov eon though, for your own good. You never wanted to forget Harry, he would always have a piece of you, but this grieve that you were feeling had to decrease, you could barely live a life when it hurt so bad.

If Olivia was the one for Harry, then so be it, if she made him happy you couldn't argue. Obviously you hadn't made him as happy as he'd made you, but you hadn't realized that until he'd walked out the door and it was too late. He had let go of you and now it was time for you to do the same, you just wanted, no needed her to treat him right.

On days when It feels like the whole World might cave in Stand side by side And you'll make it He's the best thing that you'll ever have He'll love you If you love him like that

You always thought that Harry and you could get through anything, and your relationship had been put to a lot of tests throughout your time together but never had you thought that one of these obstacles would actually get the better of you.

You remembered that day so clearly. The day your whole world fell apart slowly with every step Harry took towards your front door, and it all crashed down on you when he sat down in his car and drove away without even one last glance in your direction. You hadn't talked to him after that, but still, he remained the single thing on your mind 24/7. It hurt you how quickly he had moved on, but you couldn't be mad because you felt at blame for your relationship ending in the first place.

Harry had always said that as long as you stood together, then absolutely nothing could come in the way of you two, and the only time you hadn't been side by side, that's when you fell apart. You'd always appreciated him so much, sometimes you'd thought it was impossible to care so much for another human as you cared about Harry.

Your hands started shaking a bit and you could feel the tears slowly appearing in the corner of your eyes. You would never stop caring about Harry, he had such an impact on your life, what were you supposed to do without him? God, would this pain ever stop? As you started the second verse, the tears escaped your eyes and silently ran down your cheeks.

Kiss him with passion As much as you can

You missed kissing Harry. Just his touch had been such an essential part of your day and now that you didn't get to feel that, you needed it more than anything. When you thought of it, it was as if you could still feel his lips on yours, kissing you softly.

You'd kissed a number of guys before you met Harry and you'd thought all of them had been fairly good, but that was until you kissed Harry. You'd shared your first kiss one day while you'd been chilling at Harry's and he just couldn't stop himself as you'd stood in his kitchen and looked so beautiful. You knew Harry had experience, but you remember being completely taken aback by how comfortable the kiss was. It wasn't too wet, but not entirely without his tongue roaming your mouth either. He'd grabbed your waist while your arms snaked their way around his neck, and he'd tasted good after the smoothies he'd made for the two of you earlier that day. You hadn't been able to get enough and he had seemed to have the same problem because you'd barely taken your hands off each other for the rest of the night.

Harry was a very affectionate person and he’d loved holding you, kissing you, just touching you in general. It had made you feel so loved and now where that feeling had belonged in your chest, was just emptiness. You were certain no one could ever make you feel the way Harry had, he could make your entire body feel like it was on fire just by holding your hand.

Run your hands through his hair Whenever he's sad

It wasn't often Harry had been sad in front of you, let alone cried, but it had happened a couple of times, and many times he'd come home and you'd been able to see that something was wrong, but he would deny it. It wasn't because he’d been embarrassed to be sad in front of you, but he’d often pushed it away because he didn't want to burden you. You knew him well though and you could tell the second he would walk in the door, that something was wrong. If he didn't want to talk about it, mostly you'd just put a romcom on the television and pulled him into your arms while you'd cuddled on the sofa, gently running your fingers through his soft curls. You would do anything to brush your fingers through his hair right now...

And when he doesn't notice How amazing he is Tell him over and over

So he never forgets

On the outside, Harry had always made a great effort to appear confident and independent, but when you'd managed to get to know him behind that exterior, you'd discovered that he had a bunch of his own insecurities. He always questioned if his music was good enough, if his performances were good enough, if he was a good idol, if he deserved everything he had, if he was good enough.

Once you'd found out he felt this way a lot of the time, you'd always made sure to tell him how absolutely extraordinary you thought he was. You hoped that she would tell him too, help him build a better image of himself in his head.

You managed to get through the chorus again before your feelings became too overwhelming and you had to stop. Your fingers halted on the piano while your tears had become slightly more uncontrollable.

You couldn't help but think that you were pathetic for sitting here when Harry had clearly moved on with someone else. You'd realized how much your joy had depended on him, but you had to be able to live a life without him. How could you move on when Harry had completed you though?

It was cliche, but you felt like you were missing a part of you and without Harry, you would never be able to get it back. It was like he'd been too good for you, so he had been taken away from you. You had always known you didn't deserve him, but you'd tried your very hardest to be worthy of his love, but you weren't and now someone was making you pay for those years where you'd been granted his affection without actually deserving it.

What were you supposed to do? How the fuck were you supposed to live a life when your source of happiness had been taken away from you?

With tears still in your eyes and your body shaking, you removed yourself from the piano and went back to bed, hoping that maybe tomorrow would be the day he would come knocking at your door, because moving on from him clearly wasn’t an option...

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A/n: I've got a bunch of requests that's been sitting in my inbox for so long and I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to them. A bunch of them are with JJ and I just haven't been in the mood to write for him lately, I've just kinda been diving deeper and deeper into my Harry obsession (when am I not), but I'll get around to them at some point. Again I'm really sorry, school is just really stressing me out too, so I haven't been writing much at all, please don't stop requesting though<3

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That night in Cabo.

Thank you to @beccabarba for reading over this for me. This is a follow on from Broken Flowers that was requested by @ben-c-group-therapy

This is really really soft Miguel, Think the “Lucky Papa” scene in season 1 and in season 2 when he sits on the table with Emily. I adore that soft side of Miguel.

Warnings: none really, just two friends having a good time on holidays drinking etc.

WC: 1299

Enjoy x

The first two weeks had been sitting in the sun, drinking, eating, swimming, relaxing and working off all the food you had been eating while you had been sitting in the sun. Miguel had given you his undivided attention the whole time, not being on his phone much and always there if you needed to talk, cry or you just needed a hug. You had gone into his room some nights when you couldn’t sleep thinking about what had happened, holding you while you cried, not letting you go even when you fell asleep.

You had found out the second week of the holiday by another friend of yours and Alex’s that his ex-had turned up on his door step the night before the wedding putting doubts in his head and wanting another chance. Although it was a horrible way for him to do it, you got it and you were going to let hell freeze over before you would beg for someone to take you back if it was that easy for doubt to be put in their head. Miguel couldn’t work out why you were taking the news so well and he just nodded when you kissed his forehead and told him you were going for a run and would be back later.

You had both spent most of the day at the beach, deciding to head back to your villa late in the afternoon and get ready for yet another night of hotel food and relaxing in front of the tv, which had been every night of the trip so far. You both walked into the villa, Miguel going to flop down on the coach and you walked into your room to put down your beach bag. You walked to the window looking out it, looking at the beautiful surroundings and you walked back out to the living area to Miguel,

“Let’s go out tonight” Miguel looked over his shoulder at you, an eye brow raised “Mi alma, we are in Cabo, we haven’t been here since spring break senior year. Let’s go to dinner at that seafood place by the beach”

Dinner had been delicious, the conversation was flowing great like it always did, laughs, giggles, mocking, teasing and couple of bottles of wine was just like any other dinner you had together. Miguel looked over at you at one point and watched as you talked to the waiter, his eyes ran over your make up full face, your hair was done in curls and your navy jumpsuit sat beautifully on your sun kissed skin and for the first time in all these years of friendship as he looked at you, he felt his body heat up, warmth filling him and his tummy did flips. He decided to slow down on the wine and he switched to water, putting the feelings down to, to much to drink,

“I’ am glad we came out” you looked back at him after the waiter walked away.

“Me too, its great to see you smile again”

You grinned over at him and reached over grabbing his hand rubbing your thumb over it,

“Thank you so much, Miguel. For everything. I couldn’t have gotten through that day and the last couple of weeks without you. I love you”

“Of course,” Miguel sat up pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it “I wouldn’t be anywhere else. Te quiero”

The night had gotten away from you both and you were in the politest way possible, kicked out of the restaurant at closing time and you were walking along the beach bare foot in the moonlight, talking, laughing and walking on top of each other. As you started to walk near the streets over from the hotel, loud music caught your attention. You stopped grabbing Miguel’s arm stopping him and you listened harder hearing an old 90’s song.  You looked up at Miguel with a big grin,

“Let’s go” He smiled down at you.

You felt like the whole world melted away as you and Miguel danced around to the music in the retro club. Songs you used to sing to when you were younger and songs you had forgotten existed. You had had a couple of shots sitting at a tall top table, a song that you both loved in high school flowed out of the speakers. A big smile pulled to both your faces and you both jumped down off your stools. Miguel grabbed your hands and pulled you into him before you both started to dance and sing along with the song, hand holding and hips moving with each other till the end of it.

The rest of the night had gotten away from you both again, when the last song played and the lights came on, you left walking out laughing and joking with each other. When you got out onto the street you looked down at your feet in your sandal block heels and you could see blisters all over your feet,

“You, ok?” Miguel put his hand on your hip.

“My feet” you whined slightly before Miguel pulled a squeal from you when he scoped you up in his arms carrying you back to the hotel.  

When you got back to your room, you pulled the door key out of Miguel’s jacket pocket, you still in his arms. You managed to push the door open without Miguel  dropping you and he walked to sit you on the couch lifting your feet up to his lap peeling your heels off as gently as he could when you started groaning at the sting of blisters on your feet,

“Haven’t partied this hard in a while” Miguel placed your foot down on the floor slowly, his hand running up your leg and then he moved onto the other foot.

“No” you laughed “ and probably wont for a while. We will be paying for it in the morning”

Miguel carried you into bed when you both saw a big blister on the bottom of one of your feet, laying you down on top of the donor and when he went to walk out you asked him to stay, he getting on the bed next to you. It wasn’t long after both your heads hit the pillow that you were both asleep.  

You weren’t really sure how long you had been asleep when the sun started to seep through your closed eye lids. Your eyes opened slowly and when they adjusted to what was in front of you, you had never seen anything more clearly in your life. Miguel was asleep facing you, his skin tanner than usual glowing in the sun light of the room, his face looked smooth with no frown lines to be seen, his salt and pepper beard making you smile and for the first time in all these years of friendship as you looked at him, you felt your body heat up, warmth filling you and your tummy did flips.

Miguel was your best friend, had been for years, it was just the effects of the fun night adding to your memory bank, drinking enough to let loose, finally letting your worries go and he being there to catch you. You knew once you got up, had a shower, food and coffee, how you felt would melt away. You rolled over facing the other way when you felt Miguel’s hand going onto your tummy and pulling you into him to spoon you, kissing your cloths shoulder,

“How’s your head?” he muttered.

“For the first time in a long time it’s been the clearest it’s ever been” you muttered back putting your hand on his on your tummy and he squeezed you tighter kissing the back of your head,

“Me too”

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Let’s Slip Away: Diluc x Fem Reader: Childhood Best Friend Au

Summary: You and Diluc slip away from the annual Dawn Winery Ball and confess. Reader then deals with some anxiety about the relationship and Diluc soothes them.  

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Lots of fluff, Creepus is a wonderful person, Diluc is so smooth, dancing under the moonlight, long fit.  

Diluc x Reader

Lets Slip Away

The annual Dawn Winery Masquerade Ball, the biggest ball this side of Mondstat, or it used to be. Thankfully, Diluc had successfully scaled the ball down in size a little more with each passing year. Still, it didn't make much of a difference with the ballroom still being packed tight. No matter how the guest list shrunk, people found a way to take up the same amount of space as before. There's nothing I loved more than a dance, but it was the people I couldn't stand. Everyone liked to pretend they were an evil aristocrat once their identity was concealed. A fancy dress, a decorative mask, and a new hairstyle, and everyone felt invincible. It was the same thing every year; they'd order the staff around, drink till they lost control, and leave the manor a mess. It was deplorable.

After watching a woman toss a glass on one of the maids, I lost my cool. I may or may not have tossed my grape juice on the women in retribution. The maid couldn't do it, so I had to use my position as "Master" Diluc's best friend to get away with it. What I didn't expect was for the lady's husband to toss not just the wine but the whole glass at my face. While the glass didn't bust when the base hit my head, it did leave a notable bruise, and the wine soaked through my hair, mask, and dress.

Elzer stepped in immediately to settle the issue, and instead of sticking around to get a lecture, I slipped into the garden. Hiding between several grapevines. I listened to the music pour from the house above and pouted. If I had played my cards right tonight, I would have been dancing in an empty corner with Turner or maybe even Diluc if he was free. He always saved the last dance for me. When the party started to clear a little, we'd stay in my favorite corner and have a quick dance while he whispered about he'll find a way to have the event canceled next year. But no, I was being eaten by mosquitos fighting off a headache.

Holding my mask between my hands, the once white fabric had stained dark red. Even my cream dress was littered with splotches that wrecked of dandelion wine. Sucking in my lower lip, I held back a sudden wave of sadness. It settled into my bones and swept through my limbs in a jitter. Why was I so sad? I avenged the maid and did the right thing… but my chest ached.   Curling around myself, I tucked my head between my lap. There was a time and place for crying, and a party wasn't one. Yet, there I was, sobbing into the fancy gown Diluc had hand made for me. Of course, he wouldn't be mad at me for what happened, but the guilt was eating me alive. I had ruined the evening for myself and made things harder on my friend. "There you are. I've been looking all over-. Hey, Elzer told me what happened, but he didn't mention a welt. How badly are you hurt?" Diluc pushed through the vines faster and hopped over the last row. He knelt beside me and carefully lifted my chin so he could see my face. "I'm just being a baby." I leaned back, the moonlight catching my skin. He ran his thumb over the knot on my forehead, and he clenched his teeth. "Damn bastard." He looked back at the mansion. "He might be wearing a mask, but there's only one person in Mondstat with monogram shoe buckles." "What?" I laughed; he was so serious, but the idea of a monogram shoe buckle had me drying up my tears. "Who pays for that kind of thing?" "Mr. Barker." Diluc wiped under my eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere besides your head?" "Besides the guilt of running the dress you got me and making the party harder for you to manage, I'm fine." I let it out. There was no use in pretending it wasn't bothering me. I had learned a lot about Diluc in our years of being together. While he was a very perceptive man when it came to solving crimes and putting things together, he didn't have the same skill for guessing how I felt. He's known something was wrong before, but he'd just find ways to blame himself if I didn't tell him. "I'll have you another dress made, and those Barkers aren't your fault. Ms. Barker started it, and I ended it. There's always a little drama at these events." He twirled my hair around his finger. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it entirely." "Don't go blaming yourself now." I scooted so close; I was almost in his lap. "Let's just focus on the music or the sky. I know you'll have to go back in soon, so let's just relax for a moment." "Hmm, I can hear it from here. It's nice." A soft number started to play, and people passing by the window cast shadows into the courtyard. He leaned his head against mine. Minutes passed by, and the song changed, both of us just settling our nerves. "So, I guess we won't have the last dance together this year." I hummed, the thought burning at the back of my mind. "I can't go back in there like this." I forced myself to laugh, trying to get it off my chest without sounding too sad. "We don't have to go back in. Elzer can handle the end of the night speech for me, like every year." Diluc stood, reaching his hand out to me. "Milady, may I have this dance?" "Diluc…of course, you may." I pushed my insecurities down and gripped his rough hand. Being wealthy, Diluc had been trained in many different types of formal ballroom dances. When he was in the zone, there was no one but Kaeya who could match his prowess and aura. But I wasn't blessed with the same background. I was just the daughter of the maid, and while my mother was paid well, there wasn't enough money to pay for a dance instructor. However, Diluc taught me everything he knew. We use to spend hours after his class, practicing and gliding around the living room. After some time, I even got to join the classes as Diluc and Kaeya's partner. Creepus convinced my mother it was just good practice for the boys, but looking back, he just wanted me to get that experience as well. "You okay?" Diluc gently gripped my waist as I spun back into his arms. "Yes, I was just thinking about when you taught me how to dance." I closed the gap between us and started moving with the song. Diluc took charge after a few more movements, and I gave up trying to lead. It was always a fun game for us to try to take charge, but I normally gave in fairly fast. Every now and then, he'd let me lead, but I often stepped on his toes when I did.   The ground wasn't level as a dance floor, so it was easier to just follow Diluc. Since he took the first step, he was able to find the best footholds. When we did hit a small hump, we'd steady each other and share a small smile. It wasn't a seamless performance like when we were on solid ground, but it was fun. It also gave us a reason to cling tighter to each other. His broad chest was always so warm; there was nothing more pleasant than laying my head there and closing my eyes as we swayed under the moon. "That was always so much fun." Diluc spun me out, then back into his arms. "Father use to watch us practice, he never told me directly, but Elzer said it was one of his favorite memories." Diluc pressed his lips into a line, eyes turning back to the manor. "He always loved this event, but I can't help but hate it." "I'm not a fan of the crowds or the entitled guests. But I do enjoy dancing with you." I laid my head on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. "It seems we only dance when this event rolls around. And I can't help but wish for more moments like this. So, while I understand your distaste, I do think Creepus had the right idea. This is a chance for all of us to come together do something we all loved…it just is hard to enjoy when other people are so entitled." "I feel the same way. Dancing with you, it's always my favorite part of the ball." We swayed back and forth in a tight embrace, the music fading out and our footwork growing sloppy. "There's been so much to do recently. I'm afraid I've neglected you." "Mother told me that as friends get older, drifting apart is normal… I'm just glad you're still here with me. No matter how short that time is." He hugged me tighter, inhaling a sharp breath. "Maybe friends do, but my feelings for you are much stronger than just friends." I gasped before I could stop myself. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the lighting bugs emerged just as the party started to close. This moment was very much real…but did he really just confess? "You want to be with me?" I slowly looked up, grabbing the sides of his suit. "As more than friends?" "I do." He pulled back a little, glancing at the ground. "How do you feel? Could you ever love me as more than a friend? I know it's selfish to ask that of you, given the dangers that follow my line of duty. But I can't deny myself any longer." "My heart is going to jump out of my chest, Luc." Grasping his hand, I pressed it to my wrist. He smiled, rubbing his thumb over my pulse. "I want to be yours, and you mine. To be honest, I've had feelings for you for a while now. I just thought you didn't return them." Heat climbed up my face, and I looked away to hide it. While his confession was so smooth, mine was energetic and messy. Why couldn't I keep it calm? "That settles it then." He stepped closer, our eyes locking and fingers lacing. "We'll be together from here on out." A warm breeze went by, picking up the bottom of my ruined skirt. "Next time there's a dance, you won't have to leave my side, nor I yours. There will be no flying wine glasses or uncouth guests. We can dance the night away without worry or interruption." "I don't know if a party could ever go that smoothly." I pushed his hair back and cupped his face. "Unless we barred over half the guest list." "If you don't think I'd do that, then you underestimate how far I'll go to make you happy." His checks tined red, barely illuminated by the moon. "Oh, I don't doubt you, Master Diluc. But I'm not hard to please, we could dance in the living room like we use to, and I'd be the happiest person alive." I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his hips, and swaying to an imaginary beat. "It's not often you add my title before my name." He hummed, letting me lead us to the song in my head. "Master Diluc, whatever do you mean?" I batted my eyelashes and snickered. "I didn't realize I added it. Maybe it's where I've spent most of the night talking about you, and not to you that I've forgotten how to be relaxed. There was many a guest who wanted to pry about your love life." "Well, you have a definitive answer now, Lady Amber." He kissed the top of my head, stopping for a moment. His body radiated a wave of heat, and he nodded to himself. "It's starting to get cold. We should head inside before you catch a cold. I'm sure everyone's left by now." "I don't want this moment to end." I clung to his shirt, the warmth he emitted making my eyelids grow heavy. Whenever he allowed me to use him as a personal heater, I took the chance. But this was the first time I didn't worry about it being the last.   "We have many more moments like this ahead of us." He supported me as we walked towards the mansion, looping his arm around my waist. "Let's go clean up, and turn in for the night. Tomorrow we can have breakfast and go for a ride along the river. How does that sound?" "It sounds so nice." Once we were back in the house, Elzer met us in the doorway. "Where have you been, Master Diluc?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and glanced at me. "And you, Ms. Amber, what were you thinking tossing your drink? You completely ruined the night. I could hardly contain the guests" Diluc wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and Elzer's tone sifted from miffed to muted. "Elzer, the issue was with the guests, not Amber." He steered me towards the stairs, nudging me along. "Go on to bed. I'll be up there in a moment. I have some business to finish up." Diluc walked towards his office, motioning for Elzer to follow him. Elzer shot me a perplexed look and tried to mouth out, 'be more careful' before hurrying after Diluc. I whisper back, "okay," before taking the stairs two at a time before stopping. I wasn't going to get in trouble, so I might as well show I'm not ashamed. "Goodnight Elzer," I called after the older man, with as "pleasant" of a tone as I could muster. Parties almost always stressed him more than Diluc, but since Elzer was an employee, he couldn't run and hide like Luc. Truth be known, if Diluc hadn't been there, I would have gotten a long lecture on the importance of keeping good relations with potential business partners. But that's only because Elzer couldn't let his frustrations out on anyone else. I was always there to listen and receive his distain when things went wrong. It wasn't my favorite pastime, but it did help him feel better. It was surprising he was so stressed, he actually chastised me in front of Diluc. It must have been a tough night even after I left. I usually was lectured in private, but he really was ready to let me have it.   Once in the guest room, I disrobed. The heavy gown took several minutes to untie and loosen the laces, but once it was done, my lungs could fully expand. My ribs ached, so I rubbed circles on my sides till the initial throb dulled. The night had gone better than I ever planned, and now it was over. Yet, there was a worse throb in my chest than the pain of a corset. Diluc and I were finally together. We removed the ever-lingering question and just confessed. Why did it hurt inside? Was it that the party was hard on everyone else and I was so happy? Or was it something else? Tilling the blue pitcher on the nightstand, water rushed into the ornate basin below. Dipping a rag into the cool water, I began to wash the wine from my face. It had been such a stressful night. Perhaps the empty feeling inside was fear of the unknown. Or fear that Diluc would wake up and change his mind. That he'd send me away for good once he realized he could never be with someone of such low status. Someone who didn't couldn't even keep up public appearance at a ball. Maybe, it would just take me slipping up once when I was wearing a mask? Then he'd send me away from the manor. I finished cleaning up, then tossed the water out the window. Fixing the pitcher and basin back in place, I reached below the nightstand and pulled out my nightgown. Slipping on the flowy gown, I turned down my sheets and got comfortable. This guest room had been mine for as long as I could remember. While I still lived in the cottage by the river with my mother, I spent more nights at the mansion than at home. Diluc and I would rush through his paperwork every night, and I'd help get his gear ready to go protect Mondstat. I was his sidekick in many ways. Spending so much time there at night, it just made sense for me to sleep here too. We were a great team. Plus, the close proximity made things easier and less suspicious… But that wasn't the whole truth. It was more so that my mother had met someone new, and he had moved into our shared home. He was a nice man, a retired Knight of Favonius, but I just couldn't relax around him. He was stern about me not going out after dark, so staying over at the mansion became more and more frequent. Which was better for mom and Mr.Godfrey's partnership. But while I spent more nights away, mom started to believe there was something between Diluc and me, so she was happy to see me leave home. She was going to be overjoyed to hear the news that we confessed. Though, I'm sure she'll say kicking me out was the reason we finally admitted our feelings, which was not the whole truth. Still, I did miss my own bed sometimes. Pressing my back to the headboard, I curled my knees up and rested my head between them. Sucking in a deep breath, small tears slipped past again. There was too much happening. I couldn't think about one thing for too long. So much good just happened. Why? Why was I thinking about the bad? A familiar rasp at the door rang through the room. "Come in." Wiping my eyes, I sat up and pulled the covers up to my neck. "You're crying again." He walked into the candlelight. I could tell he had cleaned up before coming to see me. He was wearing one of his loose puffy shirts and some cotton pants; his hair had been smoothed and pulled into a low ponytail, water dripping from the ends. It didn't matter what he wore. He always looked unbelievably handsome. "Was it Elzer? He knows it's not your fault. He was just worried about our trade deal." "There's just so much to think about. I can't let myself be happy." I rubbed my eyes again. "What if you realize I'm not good enough for you? Or what if my mother's partner treats you poorly because you quit the Knights? Then that couple, what if they stop working with you and it hurts the business because of me? No one is ever going to see me as anything more than a gold digger." My brain let loose, new concerns and problems being added to my mix. "I'm so negative right now, and I know you probably just want to be happy that we feel the same way…but- I'm so sorry. "He pulled back the covers and crawled in with me. Wrapping me in his arms, the blanket went over our heads, and Diluc settled down. "There you go, having to comfort me like a child." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "You sure you could learn to love a mess like me?" "I already love you." He rubbed patterns on my back, pressing a kiss to the lump on my forehead. "You've been like this since we were children, plagued with worries beyond your control. I know that after you let it out, you always feel better. And that the minute you go silent, that's when I really need to do some digging." He paused drawing on my back and instead moved to play with my hair. "We'll figure it all out as we go, all the what's and if's. We'll take them one at a time, starting with the one I have control over." "Woah." He flipped me over, hovering inches from my face. He pinned me between his legs, the v neck of his shirt hanging open so I could see the red hairs on his chest. "You could be from the richest family in Mondstat or poorest, and I'd still want to be with you." He kissed me, pressing down just until our bodies touched. "I'd go as far as to say, if you were a member of the Fatui, I'd still be smitten. I would certainly find a way to break your ties with them, but I couldn't stop loving you. So, you are more than enough for me, and if anyone makes you feel differently, then I will handle it." "That's a bold statement coming from you." I ran my fingers through his ponytail as it hung over his shoulder. "I can't argue with that logic, but I promise I'm not a member of the Fatui." I wrapped my arms around his waist, encouraging him to squish me with his full weight. "I'm going to crush you." He fought against me, but I only nuzzled his neck, blowing raspberries. "Amber, hey." "I know. But I'd also like to point out how improper it is for you to be in my room at this hour. So, I'd like to be crushed as repayment… please." I let go of one side of his hip and wiped my eyes. "You are right. It is improper." He lowered himself a little more but didn't fully lay on me. "A true gentlemen would never stay this late with a proper young lady. However, there is something else I want that's a little scandalous." "What could that be?" I gasped, my lungs not fully expanding as his weight sunk down on my chest. He noticed as he sat up to his previous position. "A kiss?" He moved his elbow up and cupped my face. His eyes glimmered with the flame that was lighting up the room. His touch was gentle but so firm I couldn't imagine being in another person's embrace. At that moment, there were only two people in the world, and I was madly in love with one of them.   "That sounds quite proper to me. You should always kiss your lover goodnight." I stuttered a little, unable to keep up the playful banter as I looked at his lips. The smile that spread on his face made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. Archons, I was smitten.   His thumb brushed my lower lip before he brought his mouth down for a chaste kiss. Testing the waters, he hovered millimeters above me, and I stole his lips in a deeper kiss. Having a lack of experience in the field, I matched the pattern he set. Just like dancing, I tried to take the lead and failed miserably. So I did was I was best at, adding the fun flourishes. I curled my fingers into his hair and snaked my hand up his shirt and across his chest. He matched my movements, caressing my face and tilting my head up to deepen the kiss. Every star in the sky dulled in comparison to the explosion of light that spread over my body. He shifted back, catching his breath. he smoothed my hair and peppered, kissing around my face before setting back. "Thank you." He laced our fingers together, pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles.     "Will you stay tonight?" I took our intertwined hands and kissed his knuckles in return. "I don't want you to leave just yet." "As you wish." He got behind me, adjusting the covers we had tossed around earlier. "Now, let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." I laid my head on my pillow and scooted back until we were slotted against each other. His hand wrapped around my shoulders in a reassuring squeeze. "I love you." "I love you more." It took a while for all the blood pumping through my body to relax again, but once it did, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. Dreams of dancing through the clouds with Diluc filled my head, and I had the best rest of my entire life. Next to the man I dearly loved.   

The End

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A Fathers Love

Chibs Telford x Daughter Reader

He couldn’t believe it, today was the day his little girl got married. Sitting on the sofa he was deep in thought as the make up artist did what she needed to do.

“Da you still with us” you laughed looking at him through the mirror.

“Aye” he nodded pushing himself up to his feet “just thinking”

“You’re worried you are gonna lose me aren’t you” you said arching your eyebrow.

“Well yea kinda” he chuckled softly.

“I might be becoming a Teller today but deep down I will always be a Telford” you smiled slipping your hand into his “and I will always need my Da. That won’t change”

“I just can’t believe you are getting married today” he whispered tears filling his eyes “and who would have thought it would be to Jax”

Soon enough it was time to get your dress on so Chibs left the room to go have a smoke.

It was like the past 26 years flashed before his eyes.

After about half an hour you opened the door, creeping up behind you dad, tapping his shoulder.

His grin was wide and had tears in his eyes when he saw you.

“Lass you look so beautiful” he whispered kissing your cheek. “I am so proud of you, you managed to keep up with the club life whilst becoming an amazing women”

“Da please don’t make me cry” you smiled lighting your smoke.

“Have you got the reaper on your dress?” Chibs smirked

“Of course, got them to make one out of lace so it blends in” you grinned “the club is a big part of my life so it would be wrong not to have it. Also I want to show you something”

Reaching your hand to the neckline of you dress you rolled the top down just enough to show the black thread.

“Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford”

“You got my name stitched into your dress” he whispered.

“Yeah I did. Above my heart, I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you dad. You some how managed to raise me as a single parent whilst dealing with the club. I’d say that’s pretty amazing” you grinned.

“God I’m so emotional today” he laughed wiping his eyes before stepping forward to place a kiss on your forehead “I love you kid”

“I love you to Da”

“Now let’s go get you married” he grinned.

———

The service was beautiful, short and sweet just what both you and Jax wanted. Mainly so you had more time to party.

Chibs had just finished his speach spilling some embarrassing memories of both you and Jax. And it was now time for the father daughter dance.

Resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, as you swayed to the music.

“I lost my breath when I saw you take your first. My whole world stopped like that and I ain’t the crying type. I just saw your eyes words just can’t describe what I see. You look just like me, yeah”

“I still remember the first time I held you in my arms, watching your Y/E/C eyes staring up at me” Chibs whispered loud enough for you to hear “I think that was the first time I had ever cried”

“Da, Don’t make me cry you old bastard” you laughed looking up at him.

“You’re gonna think I hung the moon. You’re gonna think I made the sky. That the sun rises and sets inside of my eyes And it won’t be long ‘till I hear “Daddy’s home"”

“God I used to love coming home just to hear your footsteps on the wood floor screaming ‘daddy’s home’ no made what kind of day I had you always made it so much better” he smiled with tears in his eyes.

“It was the best part of my day as well, because it meant eating dinner in front of the TV and cuddles” you giggled.

“I hope I’m still your hero ‘cause I already love you more than even I understand”

“You will always be my hero da, no matter how old I get. You taught me right from wrong, how to shoot a fucking gun, how to ride, everything I know is because of you. I mean you even taught me how to make a body disappear” you laughed.

“Yeah probally wont win dad of the year for that one” he chuckled spinning you around.

“You have in my life” you smiled.

“And one day you’ll realize I’ve lost my cape, I can’t fly. And I’m only human. And you’ll need more than me”

“I will always need my Da by my side. Yes I have Jax now but he can never replace you” you whispered resting your head back on his chest.

The song came to a end and Chibs pulled you into a tight hug. Looking up at him it was obvious he had been crying through the song. Reaching up you wiped his tears away with you thumb.

“I will always love you daddy” you whispered “no matter how old I get, my love for you will never fade”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jax appear smiling at the two of you.

“Chibs can I dance with my wife now” Jax chuckled placing his hand on the small of your back.

“She’s all your Jackie boy” Chibs nodded before kissing your head.

He took a couple of steps before spinning back around placing his hands on Jax’s shoulders.

“Just promise me one thing Jackie Boy, promise me you will take care of my little girl. Because if you don’t I will kill you” Chibs nodded before smiling at you both and heading to the bar.

-

“Babygirl you need to slow down” Jax chuckled wrapping his arms around you, placing his hand over you stomach “we both know you get clumsy when you rush and we can’t have you hurting peanut”

“But I’m excited” you whined.

“I know you are and I am to but I don’t want you hurting yourself” he whispered kissing your head. “Now slow it down”

“Or what” you giggled.

“Girl don’t, not when we are just about to head out” Jax groaned as you wiggled out of his arms, grabbing the bag that held the secret in.

After a quick drive you pulled into the lot of the clubhouse, gaining a few weird looks to why you was in the car and not on the bikes. Ever since you told Jax you was pregnant any where you both went he refused to take his bike.

“How you are going to keep this in until after dinner I have no idea” Jax laughed as he watched you bounce on the balls of your feet waiting for him. “Come on then you dork let’s go tell Chibs the good news”

Waking into the clubhouse, you had a grin plastered on your face.

“Dadddddy” you giggled

“Oh fuck” Chibs laughed engulfing you in his arms “this sounds fuckin’ expensive”

“I got you a present” you grinned.

“Since when did you by me stuff” he questioned taking the bag off you and sitting at the table.

“Just shut up and open it” you beamed leaning into Jax’s side, watching his reaction.

As Chibs pulled the small box out of the bag, he looked up at you arching his eyebrow. “Choose wisely? Something best not jump out at me” he chuckled slowly lifting the lid off the box. As he pulled each name card out he read it out loud.

“Papa, grandad, Pa, granda, gramps” he trailed off, eyes becoming wide, tears running down his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. “Princess, what is this?” He asked already working the answer out.

“I’m pregnant Da” you grinned.

“I’m gonna be a papa” he sobbed running his hand over his face before hugging you.

“I guess we know what name he picked” Jax laughed “Papa Chibs”

“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby” he sniffles wiping his eyes, placing his hand on your stomach.

— — —

You was now 6 months pregnant, and let’s just say protective was an understatement, not only did you have an over protective husband, who if it was up to him you’d be on bed rest wrapped in bubble wrap but your dad was just as bad if not worse. You had a prospect with you every minute of the day when Jax or your dad wasn’t with you. It amazes you that you even got to piss in peace.

“You are meant to do what we tell you yes?” You snapped as you paced the floor of the club.

“Yeah” the prospect mumbled.

“They why haven’t you got me my ice cream” you huffed.

“Kiddo your gonna wear a hole in the floor” dad laughed as he kissed your head “What’s up?”

“Dickhead won’t get me ice cream” you pouted. “And peanut really wants ice cream”

“Well it’s a good job I’m the best Da in the world and stopped by the shop on the way home then” he grinned pulling a tub of bubblegum ice cream out of the plastic bag.

Tearing the lid off, you dug your finger into the cold goodness, scooping some into your mouth. “I fucking love you” you mumbled with a mouth full of ice cream.

“I love you to kiddo” dad chuckled.

— — —

You was now 5 days overdue and wasn’t allowed to even leave the house, thanks to the prospects being on strict orders from Jax and Chibs.

You knew the guys had a busy day so prayed that the baby didn’t decide today was the day they wanted to make an appearance.

But it seemed like your prayers fell on deaf ears as you started to get twinges in your stomach, and soon enough your waters broke all over the kitchen floor.

“I don’t care what they are doing, you need to get Jax and my Da here now” you snapped “and we need to go to the hospital”

The guys had just got back from a quick run when Chibs got the text to say you had gone into labour.

Standing up from the table he took two steps before screaming.

“JAAAAAAAAAAX!!!”

Within seconds he skidded into the room.

“Yeah” he breathed.

“We gotta go boy, baby Teller is making an appearance” he grinned as he pretty much ran out to his bike.

Neither of them cared about following the speed limit they just needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Soon enough they had arrived and Jax stumbled into the room making you laugh at his dorkiness.

“I’m here baby” he whispered instantly coming to your side.

Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours and baby Teller was being stubborn.

“I want my Da” you cried pushing through another contraction. Jax left your side for a couple of seconds to poke his head out the door to call Chibs in.

“Daddy I’m scared” you cried as another contraction hit. All your emotions were running high and Chibs knew that even though you was excited for this baby you was scared you was going to be a bad mother.

“Princess there’s no need to be scared” Chibs whispered kissing your head. “You have Jax, you have me and the club. You aren’t going to have to do this on your own. Now come on just breath, I want to meet my grandchild”

A couple more hours had passed and you was exhausted, but all that was forgotten when the tiny human was placed in your arms. His tiny blue eyes, which were identical to his father’s, staring up at you, watching every movement.

“He looks like you” you whispered leaning your head against Jax’s shoulder.

“Unlucky bastard” Dad laughed.

“You did great baby” Jax whispered kissing your head “he’s perfect”

“So have we got a name or did you give up and the poor lad is gonna be called peanut for the rest of his life” dad smirked walking over to Jax and pulling him into a hug, tears in both of their eyes, placing his hand on the back of Jax’s head he spoke softly “welcome to fatherhood son. Beannachd Dia dhuit”

“Papa Chibs” you grinned at you dad as you passed him your son “meet your first grandson, Jackson JR Filip Teller”

“Princess” he sniffed looking down at his grandson “I’m honoured to share my name with this little one”

[sanghyukstattoos]

next door neighbours!SF9

A/N: Read more here~~

Youngbin:

The grass on his lawn is neatly trimmed, no weeds in sight and the tiles are sparkling white

Definitely stands on the lawn in the morning with his hands behind his back, probably in contemplation of life or whatever wearing those white jeans and stripped t-shirt as he did in their Into The Night performances

Dad! Youngbin vibes

Says ''Hi'' to you the first time around but says nothing and even though you shouldn't feel the need to affiliate, it feels very awkward.

Turns out that the inside of his house is a chaos, his kids are running everywhere first thing in the morning, there's probably also some scribbles on the wall and it's like, you finally understand why he needs a break (kids are a handful)

Will give you a ride to school if you don't have a car, regardless of how close the school is

Inseong:

You don't see this guy all that much and when you do, it's mainly the back of his head as he leaves for work.

Works so hard that he comes back sweaty and out of breath and you can hear it because he's loud about it.

If you have thin walls, I'm so sorry because you can hear him practice his singing.

At first you think about how beautiful he sounds and sometimes you still enjoy listening to him but at important times like on a zoom call, your colleagues hear him singing and because of this, you are frequently interrupted when you speak.

You are so frustrated that eventually you wonder if you should just ask him to sing in your ear while you sleep because that's what it feels like

One day you meet him in the elevator and you wonder, 'He's that tall?' and he's all awkward with his shy little smile and bow

Takes you a little while to notice that he's just like that with the suspicious puns and laughs but yo eventually grow over some drinks.

Jaeyoon:

The one that all smiles, you can immediately tell that he's a loving guy but he'll be shy about it.

When's he's around you, he tends to smooth his hair down a lot even if it is okay. There's also a faint pink tinge on his cheeks when he speaks to you (it's because he ran to get the elevator, nothing else)

He works as a florist, arranging flowers and writing cards during the day and when he's done, he works out at your local gym.

He has got good endurance, even when he's tired and his muscles are begging for him to stop. Is an admirable person considering how much effort he has put in to keep himself fit, even when he doesn't feel like it sometimes, he always shows up.

He likes to hold hands, especially when he's tired, or link arms evens and really, it's kind of cute.

When he's drunk or just tired from whatever he's come from and he sees you, he always puts his hands in his pockets, stifling the overwhelming urge to hold yours.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

You'll instantly become friends with him and he'll invite you over to the parties he has.

When you are there, he'll show you a side of him you haven't seen before. Somehow he's more confident when you aren't meeting near the stairs, outside your apartments or in the elevators.

Then he's shy with his hands together, fingers fumbling around and pressing the wrong buttons when he's only trying to press it for you and he's an exceptional character.

He smiles as if he's over the moon and he's journeying with you, hand in hand when you two are only neighbours and he's not sure what you know about his feelings for you.

When you are at his apartment, he's doing things like kissing you on the cheek, giving you hugs, staying close to you and occasionally looking for where you are in the party.

Sings when he's drunk which serenades the life out of you

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

On most nights, he comes home drunk and you can hear him stumbling into his front porch as his friends drive off after he makes it past the door and closes it.

He fumbles, almost landing into the garden, array of plants screaming in disgrace at their owner and you have to hold back your chuckles as you see this scenario from the window, as if he can hear.

On cue he turns and before he can completely see you, you dash behind, heart racing.

Next day, when he's sober, with his hair looking suspiciously clean, he tells about his drunk self encounters with you staring out of the window which you deny and he says, ''Yea, I've been dreaming''.

The ultimate contrast is when you both leave at the same time and walk to the same stop and he's dressed his best self, he's attractive

He starts a conversation and you settle into this routine of waiting for one another before leaving and telling each other that you aren't coming the day before.

You've become accustomed to his reasons, they are the same time and time again, as a result of what occurred the previous night.

You've also slipped into this routine of calling each other, at dawn and having this little snippet of conversation about your day, laughing at each other's encounters. At the end, you say whether you'll be coming, just to affirm.

However, when you take an off, it's rare. He's concerned, by the fact that his voice had raised a little

He guides you on what medicine to take and leaves you sleep and the next morning, you are woken up to him standing at your door with food in one hand and some DVD's in the other.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

Can only start a friendship by coincidence, like purely

Always tired, stretching his limbs when he takes a short break by walking outside.

The type to leave his keys outside and then wonder how they got there when you come from out and knock on his door to tell him

Very thankful, will pay you back in courtesy through some form, carry something heavy for you

Maybe, he might just point out how heavy it is and then realise that he could help you with it. But it's over the fence so he's struggling, you are struggling and you just wonder why he's doing this in the first place

Soft soul will play with your kids if you have some

Yoo Taeyang:

The neighbour that you won't speak to, ever

Smiles at people and greets them in the hallway, so he's cordial, but other than that, it's a full dash till he's in the safety of his house where he can bake what he's going to be eating

Carries like a hundred bags and you and your neighbours think he's going to drop but then he grows an extra arm and unlocks his door, safely tucking his groceries away.

Extra awkward at gatherings, hesitates to say anything, looks at everyone cautiously and you don't even know what he's seeing when he's that tall

One day you see him bopping his butt along to some song called ''Wild Wild West'', definitely is a good dancer but why he's dancing like that is beyond you and your neighbours.

Kind soul, bless him, he tries

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

He's shy around you, not used to speaking to new people every now and then but he comes around and when he does, he's the cutest friend you've met in a while.

Occasionally, you go over or he comes and you drink beer or whatever, having conversations in your living room or balcony.

He loves sitting, drinking something and watching the light fade away into colours of purple and red or what's on today.

He listens to music or sings and you love to hear his voice, albeit he's a bit shy at first so you join in and there's days where you don't have to join in anymore, he'll sing if he wants to because he's that comfortable.

Otherwise, you put in earphones or air pods and sit there, playing your favourite songs for one another

If you're restless, you can dance with him, he'd do it with you but stop because he's shy and wondering why you're staring at him like he's good at dancing.

Pulls out the funniest moves though, very easy to feel comfortable around

Will take you along to buy groceries with him because he wants to know what you want to eat, a fan of barbeque but can't grill to save a life.

Chani:

Doesn't like to be disturbed, works extra hard so takes plenty of rest on the weekends

Is a very quiet neighbour, only sounds you may hear is when he accidentally trips over himself

Thinks he had bad knees because of it, you always see him clutching his knee in the same way that someone clutches their pocket because they think that they've forgotten something

A real sweetheart though, his smile is pretty enough to generate electricity for the whole hallway and his walk is broad enough to separate the Pacific Ocean, which he'll deny because he's humble

Has some wild friends that make horrifying noises when they come over and he tells them to keep it down but then falls asleep and they take over his apartment like those creeper plants.

He'll carry stuff for the elderly or volunteer somewhere cause he's cute like that

Won't tolerate if you are loud, he'll tell you off, ''Think you are the only one who lives here?'' but in that really nice way that will make you respond with, ''No, hehe''

[headheartbellarke]

DATE NIGHT | owen joyner headcannons

Requested by anon: “Owen x reader - both actors with very busy lives try to spend time together (they have a shared apartment but get no time alone) but every time they always get interrupted so Owen decides to take both their phones & turn them off/cancel their plans so they can spend the day together & do couple things.” A/N: felt like headcannons would suit the idea better :3 WARNING(s): tooth rotting fluff ig hehe

Owen and you are both actors, but on different Netflix shows – he’s in Julie and The Phantoms, and you’re in Lucifer.

You met via your common friend, Savannah – you and her live in the same building in LA, and it was no surprise when you guys became best friends, considering how similar you guys are. You also have an apartment in Vancouver, BC, since you had to constantly travel there for shooting Lucifer, ever since you joined the show in its fourth season.

When Savannah mentioned that she needs to go to Vancouver, you were quick to offer her your apartment. A couple of weeks after she moved there, you went to visit her, because you missed your best friend more than anything, and that’s how you met Owen.

You developed a crush on him immediately (because, well, he is just too cute!) and you guys used to hang out all the time and were the same level of chaotic, and everyone used to talk about how you guys are made for each other. You two would try out all the new restaurants in the city, would check out all the tourist destinations, go hiking together, have movie nights every weekend – basically, you two were inseparable, especially after you moved there to film Lucifer. You guys would also flirt with each other, a lot.

Everyone, especially your best friend and Charlie, would tease you guys about it, constantly.

Finally, after a month of constant flirting, you couldn’t take it anymore and you kissed him, and the both of you confessed your feelings, and it’s been pretty great so far.

When lockdown started, you got stuck in your apartment in LA, alone, while he was back in Oklahoma, at his parents’ home.

You two would facetime each other constantly, but, obviously, that wasn’t enough.

Finally, in August, he moved into your apartment.

Safe to say, quarantine wasn’t as dull as before.

But when Lucifer season 5A released, and then, JATP, you guys had to do interviews 24/7, and you also had meetings for the next season.

You two would wake up, kiss each other, have breakfast together, and then, you guys would sit in your desks, in different rooms and work all day long. Sometimes, between interviews, you would grab something to eat from the kitchen, and on the way back to your room, you would go to him, and he would switch his camera off, and you would wordlessly sit in his lap and hug him for a minute, before returning to work.

He would sometimes come into your room, and press a kiss on your forehead, whispering an ‘I love you.’

Finally, after every bit of work is done, you and Owen would make dinner together, and have it while cuddling on the couch, and sometimes that would lead to more, but most days you guys are too tired to even speak.

One Friday, the both of you, coincidentally, had the entire day free. It was such a rare occurrence, and when the alarm in Owen’s phone rang, you switched off the phone, and wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer. He murmured sleepily, “Y/N, we have –”

You kissed him and whispered, “Nothing. We have nothing.”

That seemed to wake him up, as his eyes suddenly brightened, and he ran a hand through his already messed up hair. The action was so hot that it gave you actual butterflies.

“So… does this mean that…” He whispered, biting back a smile as his eyes trailed over your body. You grinned, grabbing a handful of his shirt, and said, “Just kiss me, you dork.”

Two hours later, you woke up (you always fall asleep after sex, almost as a rule) to find Owen’s side empty.

You walked to the kitchen to find him flipping pancakes and you swore that you could have swooned at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend cooking.

He served you breakfast, and you guys joked around, eating them, and enjoying the serene morning.

After breakfast, you did the dishes, while he did the laundry. After the both of you were done, you searched around for your phone to check your social media.

You couldn’t find it anywhere, and when you asked your boyfriend about it, he grinned mischievously. “We’re gonna spend today together, Just us alone.” You couldn’t stop a grin from escaping.

First, he suggested going for a run together, and you agreed. On regular days, you work out in the mornings, while Owen sometimes goes for a run towards the evening. But, today, you two went running together, along the beach. It was refreshing to finally go out after a while, even if you two had masks on, due to the pandemic.

When you returned, you guys took a bath together, and talked about the most random of things.

Owen ordered a pizza for lunch, and you decided to watch Mamma Mia.

Owen fell asleep on your lap after finishing his pizza, but you stayed up till the end, because who falls asleep during Mamma freaking Mia?

Soon after the movie, you fell asleep too, your hands tangled in his hair.

You woke up to the sound of feet shuffling, and found Owen standing a few feet away from you with his phone in your hand. “Hey, you’re up.” You smiled, and he tapped on his phone, your favorite song replacing the quiet of your apartment. He held out a hand to you, and you laughed, hiding your face in your hands. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Shut up and dance.”

“That was even more cheesy.”

Of course, you two danced, you burying your face in the crook of his neck, while he had his arms wrapped around your torso, while yours were around his neck. You breathed in his grapefruit scent, smiling when you remembered that he uses your body wash. You guys danced around for a while, the slow dancing soon turning to jumping on your couch and singing the Julie and The Phantoms soundtrack at the top of your lungs.

After that, you proposed baking some brownies.

That was a mistake because Owen never follows the instructions on the net. You were pretty irritated when he added four eggs when it was clearly written to add three.

“Aw, you look adorable when you’re mad.”

That was it, and you grabbed a handful of flour and threw it in his direction, his face now as white as snow.

He stayed silent for a while, before grabbing you by your waist and whispering, “Oh, it’s on.”

He proceeded to coat you in sugar.

Thirty minutes later, you were both covered in flour, and sugar and the kitchen in anything and everything that’s required in making cake batter.

Fortunately, you managed to salvage some of the batter, and another hour later, the smell of brownies engulfed the apartment.

“Wow, I’m such a good baker.” “Please, Owen.”

You guys cleaned up and facetimed Owen’s mother to show her what you had made.

“I helped.” “No, he didn’t, Dinah.” “Yes, I did –” “No!”

Dinah smiled at the two of you and said, “It looks great. I know it was all you, Y/N.”

Owen rolled his eyes, muttering, “I hate that you two are friends.” But his little smile gave away what he was truly feeling.

After that, you guys ate the brownies, and some leftovers from last night. Owen put on your favorite movie, while you snuggled into his side, and whispered, “Today was perfect.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head, “I missed you.”

“I love you.”

He grinned, cupping your face, and pressing a kiss to your lips. His thumb caressed your cheek for a moment as he whispered, “And I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling glad to have such an amazing and caring person in your life.

as usual, feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[nambamjun]

Star Stuff {SMG}

Pairing: (Hufflepuff) Song Mingi x (Hufflepuff, Gender Neutral) Reader

Genres: Hogwarts AU, mutual pining, friends to perhaps lovers, fluff, some angst

Warnings: I think one or two instances of slight language? Nothing too too bad though

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I’m finally and officially done with university for the semester! Off and on break till the fall, which means I’ll have a lot more time to write! I’m home with my cat and it’s missing Mingi hours (as per usual) so I figured why not put a lil thing out here super quick? Comments and (constructive) criticisms are always welcome, hope you enjoy ~<3

You stood on the top most floor of the astronomy tower, pulling your jacket closer to your frame and breathing outwardly before burying your nose deeper into your house scarf that wrapped tightly around your neck. The crisp October air swirled around you, miscellaneous leaves dancing around the floor as it tousled your hair. You looked at your wrist watch, a gift from your muggle friend back home. Staring at the face you wondered how she was getting on these days. Sure, it had only been two and a half months since you had seen her last before leaving for this term, but knowing that didn't really make you miss her any less.

To keep you company while missing old friends, though, you made new ones. Friends that you didn’t have to hide a pretty substantial part of your life from... aka, anything to do with magic. While it wasn’t as if you were popular you did have a few people who really exemplified the saying “quality over quantity”, and you knew that just as you would always have their backs, they would always have yours. Seeing as most of them were hufflepuffs including you this wasn’t too surprising. Most, not all, but hey the value of loyalty was held quite highly in your close knit group.

Speaking of a hufflepuff friend… you zoned back in to your wrist. 11:37pm. You stuffed your now icy hand back in your pocket and huffed. Where is he…? This wasn’t the first time you two had snuck out after hours, far from it. Still, you hoped he hadn’t been caught. That would have definitely weighed on your conscience. I’ll give him until ten of midnight. Thirteen minutes is enough time, if he isn’t here by then… I guess I’ll head back and hope that he just fell asleep or something.

And that is what you did. Five minutes... eight... eleven... thirteen... heck, fifteen. You gave an extra two minutes, but you could only wait around for so long. Briskly walking towards the door the only thought in your head was that you hoped he was warm in bed and that’s all there was to it. Well, that and the hopes that you, too, would be in that same placement in your own room. Lost in thoughts of blankets and pajamas, however, you failed to see someone start to come through the doorway just as you were about to exit. Your bodies crashed together and you stumbled backward, about to give them a right piece of your mind, but any anger faded instantly when you looked upon the apologetic yet smiling face of your best friend.

“Song Mingi how dare you keep me waiting,” you pointedly whispered, lightly pushing him with your fist. “You had me worried! I had half a mind to send an owl straight to your room!” He started chuckling at your reaction and despite wanting to just be a tiny bit dramatic you couldn’t help but let his contagious smile spread to you. “So you’re laughing at me now, okay, I see how it is-” you started to throw your hands up in mock frustration.

“Oh come on, stop being a drama queen. Besides, I’m here now!” You crossed your arms and tried your best to look as indifferent as possible. He sighed and gave you a big eyed stare. “I’m sorryyyyyyy...”

Well who could stay mad at that face?

You relented, stepping forward to give him a short hug before returning to your bundled up state, nose once again deep in your yellow and black scarf. Wordlessly you two made your way over to the usual sitting spot on the side steps and sat down, backs leaning against the wall. You allowed yourself to scoot right next to him and lean into his side, sharing the warmth as your eyes gazed out into the expansive night. You didn’t know he was looking at you until he lightly muttered, “is it just one of those nights…?” You looked up at him, his eyes soft and compassionate, and felt a flood of warmth bloom outward from your chest. You hummed and slightly nodded your head before lightly placing it back down onto his shoulder. He didn’t say anything else, just put his cheek on the crown of your head and moved even closer.

It was times like this that you felt truly at peace. Here, with him, thoughts of all of the assignments you had to do didn’t even cross your mind. School drama was little more than something to chuckle at. Being homesick wasn’t even an issue, because although you were far from your family, you felt at home with him. Yes, the assignments were still there, and maybe two of your other friends were in the middle of a fight that put you in between them, but all of it would work out eventually. You’d be able to get through it all with him by your side. You grew up together, him having been one of the first friends you made upon arriving and being sorted into the same house. Now it was both of your sixth year. The fact that you didn’t have all the time in the world for moments like this loomed over your head sometimes, and it scared you that after this it would be time for the real world, where summer breaks would be no more and nights like these… you hoped they would still happen but who knows? Adults go their separate ways sometimes.

Actually, no, it wasn’t adulthood that scared you. It was the change. Being ripped away from everything you knew, maybe even everyone, just to start something else, whatever that would be. But you were especially afraid of losing him. Not being able to see his beautifully unique smile every day, hear his laugh that was sweeter to you than bird song, or even just exchange little looks so many times a day to have two second long silent conversations that the others wouldn’t be privy to.

Did you have feelings for your best friend? No.

Were you in denial about that? Well… maybe…

Were you going to do anything about it? Absolutely not.

Because he’s your best friend, and you his. You couldn’t - you wouldn’t - afford to change anything from where it is now. Moments like this still had to happen. You wouldn’t know what you would do if they didn’t, let alone if he looked at you differently. Treated you differently. Or even, worst case scenario, left altogether.

You blinked and forced yourself out of your head. You wanted to be in the moment and enjoy every moment with him you could, as fully as possible. All of that could wait until later. You took a deep breath inward and released it, letting yourself revel in the serenity you felt beside him. Little did you know that Mingi was thinking almost the same exact thoughts, with the same worries, and the same fears pitted in the bottom of his stomach. Looking up at the stars without tilting his head he thought to himself that he wouldn’t let any of that happen. He wouldn’t let you drift apart, in fact he would do everything in his power to make sure that the bond between the two of you would be stronger than ever. He allowed a small grin to work its way onto his lips. Right there and then he started plotting.

Maybe Yunho could do me a favor and get the Gryffindor quidditch team involved. That would be so cool, with sparkling letters in the air that would fly out of the ends of their brooms! Is there even a spell for that…? What about maybe putting something like a slip of enchanted paper into that one book? No that might be too subtle and easy to miss. Maybe she’s not into grand gestures though. What wouldn’t be too big but yet still somehow grand? OH! OH! What about that one plant in herbology that blooms those little flowers she loves so much? Maybe I could…

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As his mind ran away from him the stars twinkled on above you, hearing the way your two minds crossed so beautifully and whispering to one another about where they thought it would lead. They looked down on the pair and sent some good old fashioned celestial luck to the young romantics. They knew soulmates well enough, and knew that luck wasn’t exactly something they needed in the first place, but why not? It couldn’t hurt. And besides, Mingi was coming up with so many ideas. He could use that energy to help him pick one of them and make it as perfect as possible. After all, to him, you were deserving only of perfection. Nothing less. And he’d be damned if that wasn’t exactly what you got.