#anyway i’m just starting to understand the hype around her sorry i’m late to the party

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

the more photos of Sophie T I see the more I understand why she’s so beloved in the fandom. she’s just a whole fucking mood. like

first one she’s completely dead pan doing a perfect thumbs up

second one she’s doing an exaggerated stereotypical Italian hand gesture

and in the third one she’s just fully stanced up with her fucking coffee. what an icon.

[radiant-reid]

Just my Type

Summary: A pretty girl in a bar mistakes Spencer for someone else. Luckily, he's just her type and she's very impressed by his facts.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: Alcohol consumption | mild sexual illusions

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n: This is my entry for @meganskane 's 1k celebration (Congrats!!) with the prompt, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.

The sky was pitch black when Y/n walked into the bar, lit up only by the streetlights of DC. After a stressful week (more like a month) at work, she was more than ready to blow off some steam with her friends.

Spencer had been on a case for the last 4 days, involving an enraged unsub killing young women. Gruesome, but, unfortunately, something he'd seen before. Because it wasn't too late when they got back, and it was a Friday, the team decided to head to the bar.

As soon as they got to the bar, the infamous Morgan's magnet started working, drawing seemingly all the girls in the bar to him. He even got handed numbers while he sat with the team.

Spencer was a little jealous. In his entire life, he'd only gotten 4 numbers, the amount Morgan had in about 20 minutes.

"Pretty Boy, you've just got to go and flirt with a lovely lady and ask for her number. If you can do complicated math in your head, you'll be fine." Morgan explained to him while he sipped his drink. "Just don't be awkward. You know a lot of things, I'm sure you'll find something in common with some lucky lady." They had a similar conversation years ago when Spencer was trying to impress a girl, but Morgan knew he needed hyping up.

While he still wasn't sure what he was about to do, Spencer nodded. "Okay, so I'm just going to go and talk to a girl," Spencer affirmed, mostly for himself.

"You've got this," Morgan assured him, patting him on the back as he got up.

Spencer felt out of place as he sat at the bar, quickly ordering a shot in the hopes it would make him less nervous.

When Y/n went to get her 3rd drink of the night, she felt as though she'd seen a ghost. The ghost of someone she'd only just stopped thinking about. Same curly hair, sitting on a barstool. She wouldn't have gone up to him if she wasn't tipsy. But, she was, and so she tapped his shoulder, breathing in as he turned around.

Feeling someone tap on his shoulder, Spencer turned around, only to be faced with a girl. He watched her microexpressions as the look on her face actually turned to relief. He didn't exactly understand why, but she looked thankful.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." She spoke after spending a moment taking in his face.

"T-there's a theory that, in the entire world, each person has, uh, 7 people that look exactly like them," Spencer said before he could stop himself. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Although there's scientific evidence that the likelihood of someone looking identical to another person is 1 in 1 trillion." He rambled. Morgan did say to talk about something he knew a lot about, and that was facts.

The girl in front of him furrowed her eyebrows, nodding slightly. "You don't really look like Jacob. It's just your hair that's similar." She informed him. Awkwardly, Spencer felt the need to pat down his hair. "I'm sorry anyway," Y/n mentioned, ready to turn around and go back to her friends.

Spencer noticed Morgan giving him the thumbs up, and he decided for once he might as well try to engage in conversation. "This guy... You don't like him?" Spencer said, easily being able to profiler her expression.

Y/n turned back around. "Uh, no, he was my ex." She told him. Spencer immediately felt like an idiot. Obviously, she wouldn't have been happy to see him if she expected to see someone she liked.

"Oh, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked," Spencer replied, feeling like a complete idiot.

Y/n shook her head, taking a seat next to him. She would be lying if she said she didn't find him cute. "I'm Y/n Y/l/n. Can I buy you a drink for rudely interrupting whatever you were doing?"

Spencer was going to argue that she hadn't interrupted when he realized she was flirting with him. An attractive girl in a bar was actually flirting with him. "Spencer Reid." He introduced himself, smiling and a little bit stunned.

"So, Spencer, how were you able to deduce things didn't end well with Jacob?" Y/n asked, now curious about he'd figured that out so quickly. Clearly, he was some type of a genius.

"Firstly, you're shoulders relaxed, and your lips parted as you smiled, it was only slightly, but I noticed it," Spencer explained to her, still too quickly. He was desperately trying to slow his heart rate, but it was difficult.

Y/n was impressed by him. He was very observant. "Smart and handsome, impressive." Usually, she wouldn't come on to a stranger so strongly, but some alcohol pushed her.

Spencer immediately blushed, pink like she'd never seen any man blush before. It was endearing. "Uh, t-thank you." He squeaked out.

"You're just my type." Y/n continued, somehow reddening the blush on Spencer's cheeks.

He had to down another shot before he could speak. "Did you know that your type is often similar to your own personality? They based the study on 5 different personality traits and measured the participants' responses with their partners." Spencer continued to ramble, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could stop them. The look on her face told him she didn't mind.

"And what might these 5 things be?" Y/n curiously asked. This definitely wasn't the usual conversation she had with guys in bars.

"Oh, your big 5 personality traits; openness to experience, conscientiousness, extroversion, agreeableness, and neuroticism." Spencer listed off by heart. As usual, he knew exactly what he was talking about. "But another study suggests people are most likely to have a history of partners that share similar physical characteristics, levels of intelligence, education, and religious background." He continued, feeling relatively unable to carry a normal conversation.

Still, Y/n was hooked on his every word. "I think we've determined you're my physical type." She flirted, immediately making him blush. He definitely wasn't used to girls talking to him, especially pretty girls.

"What about intelligence? Because there's a good chance I'm going to exceed everyone else." He informed her confidently, smirking a little.

Y/n giggled at him. "You do sound smart, but he was a doctor." She stated. It wasn't exactly a typical first conversation, but she was enjoying it.

"I'm a doctor," Spencer claimed, watching her eyebrows raise. He was studying every inch of her face, trying to focus his attention on her mannerisms. "Not a medical doctor, but it still counts." He clarified.

Y/n took another sip of her drink. "Let me guess... psychology." She figured, based on his impressiveness at reading her emotions. Even if she didn't realize her own mannerisms.

Spencer shook his head. "I only have a BA in that." He simply stated.

"Wait, so you've got a BA and a Ph.D.?" Y/n questioned, definitely surprised and extremely impressed. Spencer shook his head in reply. "You've got more than that?" She asked in disbelief. Spencer nodded, making her jaw drop. "How? You don't look older than like 25."

Spencer was still chuckling, not feeling embarrassed about his intelligence. "I'm 28." He simply stated.

"And you have more than a BA and Ph.D.?" Y/n interrogated. She didn't even give him a chance to nod before she continued with her questioning. "How is that even possible?" Then it struck her. "No, you're lying. You've got to be."

Spencer shook his head adamantly. "I swear." He moved his hand to his chest, making a crossing motion. "They're all on the wall at my apartment." He assured her.

"Are you trying to get me to go home with you?" Y/n asked playfully, smirking at him.

Spencer matched her smirk. He wasn't letting the constant blush on his cheeks keep him from acting confident. "Is it working?"

She wasn't sure what to say. "Uh, m-maybe." She squeaked out.

"I can tell." Of course, he could.

"Smart, handsome, and confident. I really don't think you could get any better." Y/n hummed, not prepared to let him do all the flirting.

Apparently, complimenting him made him blush a deeper red. "Women are naturally attracted to men who are confident and lead exciting lives. I'm not always this confident, but, when I'm not reading at home, I do have an interesting job."

"With your unknown number of degrees, what might that be?" Y/n asked him, tipping her head slightly. She wasn't sure she'd ever met someone so interesting.

"The FBI, but more specifically, the behavioral analysis unit," Spencer answered. He was a little bit concerned about how she'd react, he never felt like he looked like an FBI agent.

Y/n let out an oh. "That's why you can read me so well." She realized. Spencer just nodded, proud of his gift. "So, what else can you tell me about why you're so attractive?" She asked him.

"You can tell if you're attracted to someone in the first minute and a half." Spencer started one of his normal ramblings, almost unable to concentrate as Y/n's bare knee rested against his clothed one. "Physically women are attracted to men with traditional 'masculine' features like a broad frame, square jaw, big nose, and small eyes." He listed off, Y/n intently listening. "But in a long-term partner, it tends to be opposite with men that smile more, are cooperative and physically have full lips, wide eyes, and thin eyebrows."

"You are 100% all of the above." Y/n confidently stated.

Spencer went to speak. "Actually, that's not-"

She cut him off, gently placing a finger over his lips. "So, can we go see those degrees?" She asked, pulling him closer by his tie. Her lips ghosted his before she pulled back, leaving him more than desperate.

Spencer fumbled to get up, almost tripping over his shoes. Y/n grabbed his hand as he waved goodbye to Morgan who looked just as surprised as Spencer had first felt.

By the morning, Y/n had seen more than his degrees.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake. 

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful. 

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much. 

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps. 

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok. 

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce. 

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way. 

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Needy Boys

BTS reaction/scenario - He needs you

Warnings - Jimin has a Mommy k! nk, general smut

Namjoon

Horniest boy with the biggest adult film collection, but his hand is never enough to see him through 

Needs to be seen to on the regular.

He comes back from tour and WILL NOT leave you alone

But you’re busy

You’re stuck in video calls and meetings all day

And he is sat across from you

He said he just wanted to spend time with you

Promised to work on his music quietly while you get ready for your deadlines.

Every now and again his knee will brush against yours

Then his calf

Then his foot was rubbing along your thigh.

Wearing Pyjama shorts instead of your full pantsuit had been a rookie mistake.

You glare at him as your manager goes over the contents of today’s PPT

(Something that definitely did not require a whole zoom call)

He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are still trained on his laptop but he is struggling to keep the smirk off of his face.

You push his foot off of your lap and try to focus on the screen.

Apparently you are focusing too hard because you don’t see him slip under the table.

His fingers hooked under your shorts before you get a chance to react

His hot tongue delving into your folds before you can punch the mute button.

You attempt to cover the moan with a cough, hoping it wasn’t too suspicious

You swat at his head, but it only makes him chuckle, sending vibrations straight through you.

He stays down there for the remainder of the meeting

Twice your boss stops to ask if you are feeling okay

When the meeting ends you are ready to explode.

You slam the lid down as soon as she has said her goodbye and yank at Joon’s hair pulling him closer to where you needed him.

He obliges happily

After cumming all over his face you yank his head back

“That was naughty baby, I’m working.”

“You don’t need that job anyway.” He smirks kneeling up so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Jin

Jin doesn’t get needy

Or so he says

Instead he claims you’re being needy

You’ll be watching TV minding your own business and he will sidle up next to you, giving you the eye

“Does my baby need me?”

You roll your eyes every time it happens

You were actually really into your show.

He kisses along your neck, pulling down the collar of your shirt as he goes

“Come on, tell me you need me…”

You should have more of a backbone

But one look into his eyes and you want it just as badly

If not more

Yoongi

It’s been a long week of recording for D3

And you would think all that hyped up energy would put him in the mindset to start throwing you around the room

But no,

He comes home and baby boy needing to be cared for

He is pouty and whining

Practically dry humping you as you try to plate up dinner

He sits ridiculously close to you leaning on your shoulder

Eventually he abandons his dinner pulls you into his lap and start sucking on your neck until you give in and care for him

You have sex in the cuddliest positions

His favourite is when you sit in his lap facing him and riding real slow so you can kiss as you grind

Hoseok

Grabby hands

Man can't keep his limbs to himself

You could have had sex that morning

But if he is already horny again he is going to make sure you know about it

He doesn't keep it PG either

His hands are in your shirt

Hooked in your waistband

And in one particular pair of jeans his hand slipped through the hole in your back pocket

You tried to throw them out but they miraculously reappeared

He has you wear them to add subtlety if you have to be around others

It's not subtle when you jump because he pinches

Eventually he pushes you into the most private place he can find

Cupboards bathrooms offices studios

And in one very interesting case a helicopter

Jimin

Moody, distant, and bratty

He wants to know how long it will take for you to come to him

He makes himself really sad because sometimes you are a little too busy to notice

Eventually you do catch on when you find him sulking and staring at your nudes

You roll your eyes and tie up your hair knowing it's going to take some serious work

He is still pouty when you fall to your knees in front of the sofa refusing to look at you

“I'm sorry baby, have I been a bad girl?”

You run your hands slowly along his thighs and watch him shudder from the minimal touch

“My poor little man, how could I be so neglectful?”

You ghost over his crotch pulling a whine from his lips that forces him to look at you

“Or maybe you should be punished baby. You know you should use your words!”

You squeeze harshly at his crotch

“Sorry mommy, I'll be good… please just touch me”

You squeeze tighter and watch the pain and pleasure flash across his face, feeling him harden and increasing the pressure

Taehyung

When I tell you this boy is needy it is in capitals

NEEDY

You know that look he's been giving the staff lately

Give me the answers

Give me the microphone

Give me you

Does not know how to take no for an answer

Constantly pulling you on top of him

Grinds up into you while you're on his lap

Wants you to feel just as needy as he does

And he's willing to put in the work to get you there

Won't touch you properly until you're practically panting

Jungkook

Jungkook has a bit of an intimacy problem

In that he can’t seem to get enough

Being a trainee so young has given him a complex that love is conditional

He needs you to constantly reassure him

To be touching him whenever possibly

You could’ve just gone for 3 rounds of the best sex of your life and he will still ask you to sit on his softening cock for ‘just a little while longer’

Meaning that’s how you fall asleep, caged in by his arms. Ready to go again when his morning wood makes an appearance

You’ve tried to say no, set a few more boundaries, help him come to terms with his issues and understand you aren’t going anywhere

But he just pouts and makes grabby hands until you get back into bed.

But really who is going to say no to that face.

Masterlist

Tomorrow - What are you doing Step Bro?

[zukuist]

in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shins��, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

© IZUKULIE 2021, HORIKOSHI KOHEI OWNS BNHA, DO NOT STEAL ❕

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Photoshoot - Vinnie Hacker

*Picture’s not mine*

My last Vinnie post got some love, so I figured I would write another one since I like the man so much. Hope you like it

Request are open

Word Count: 1.5k

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Moving to LA was something you had been looking forward to for quite a while now and when the opportunity came to do what you loved, you couldn’t pass the offer. You were a talented freelance makeup artist and lately you had picked up a liking for photography.  Tati, being your cousin, invited you to stay with her while you were looking for apartment. Being well-known for shooting with famous influencers and content creators, she often dragged you with her so you could experiment the process of a shoot. You were like her assistant for the day, retouching people’s makeup and listening to her every tips and tricks. You woke up super early this morning due to the fact she had two photoshoots planed for the day. Because the timing was tight, you were in charge to go pick up lunch for the both of you after the first shoot was done.

Once you arrived back at the studio, you handed Tati her salad, seeing that the second group of people had arrived and were getting ready. You talked for a bit, eating your food, when it was finally time to get back to work. You were shooting with some TikTok creators from the Hype House today, so while some of them were getting their pictures taking, you were working on doing Mia’s and Kouvr’s makeup.The three of you were talking, when Mia chuckled lightly out of the blue, getting your attention.

“I think you got an admirer (Y/N)” she said as you turned your head to the side, seeing “The Vinnie Hacker” looking right back at you. You blushed, giving him a small smile, getting back to applying lip gloss on Kouvr’s lips. After you got done with their makeup, Tati called them up, being their turn to get photographed. You started to clean your brushes when a voice interrupted you.

“Hey, think you could do my makeup?” your gaze landing on the 6-foot-tall man standing next to you

“Uh sure, you can sit here” you said motioning to the chair in front of you “What would you like?”

“You decide” he answered “I mean, you’re the artist here, I’m sure you’ll do something that will look nice” he said smiling. You looked at the clothing rack that was identified with his name on it, noticing that most of the articles of clothing were somewhat simple, yet classy and trendy. You got your product ready, when his voice spoke again

“I’m Vinnie by the way” he looked into your eyes

“Oh I know, I mean it’s nice to meet you” you said avoiding his gaze, something about him intimidated you. Maybe it was the fact that he was popular and incredibly handsome, but you felt nervous around him, something you weren’t used to.

“So, I guess I don’t get a name than” he smirked as you applied some blurring primer on his face

“I’m (Y/N)” you chuckled lightly “Sorry about that”

He laughed as you finished his makeup. You handed him a mirror, as he examined the look you chose for him, smiling satisfied, thanking you

“The makeup is perfect, thank you” he said a grin on his face as he stood up hovering over you

“My pleasure, I tried picturing something that would fit with every outfit you brought with you.” You said cleaning up your stuff while looking at him shyly. You had done something simple, eyeliner on his waterline, contour to define his jaw and cheekbones even more and a little bit of highlight to accentuate the highest points of his face

“Well, you pictured perfectly, it’s totally my style” soon after, Vinnie’s turn came and he had to go, thanking you again. After you finished putting away all your stuff, you went to stand next to Tati, looking at the pictures on the monitor and listening to the directions she gave Vinnie. After a while, he came closer to look at the photos, exchanging ideas with Tati before changing outfits. He shot a little, before coming back to look at the results again.

“I feel like something is missing” he said, Tati having an excellent idea explained it to Vinnie who agreed

“(Y/N) will do it! Right (Y/N)?” she exclaimed looking at you

“Uh?” you said not having paid attention to their previous discussion

“You’ll pose with him” she stated

“What? I don’t even have other clothes and plus I don’t get in front of the camera, I stay behind, I’m not a model, you know that” you tried explaining to her

“You sure look like one” you could’ve sworn you heard Vinnie mumble, before he cleared his throat

“We just need you for a couple of shot, and you already got the perfect outfit and makeup to go with Vinnie’s aesthetic” she explained amused by you two. Tati knew he was your type and she also saw the way he looked at you, so helping you interact was the least she could do.

You didn’t have much choice, so you followed Vinnie in front of the camera, while Tati explained to the both of you, her vision for the remaining of the shoot. After a while, you started to loosen up, Vinnie was really nice and he helped you, making you more comfortable and confident in front of the camera.

“Let’s do something a little bit more edgy, Vinnie remove your shirt, (Y/N) get rid of your jacket, you tank top is giving you a great silhouette” Your cousin said looking at the pictures she had previously taken while you both listened to her indications.

“Ok now, Vinnie, stand closer to her, look her deeply in the eyes, use your hand, anyways do something edgy and … I don’t care, do something hot”

“Are you ok with that?” he asked you, concerned

“Yeah! Do whatever feels right” you answered blushing

“Ok! If I do something that makes you uncomfortable just tell me” he said while you nodded. He moved closer to you, your body touching, feeling his breath fanning on your face. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting as you realized his stare was already on you. Your hands made their way around his neck, bringing him slightly closer and all you could think about was his lips. They looked so plump and soft, you wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. Being lost in the moment, only hearing the click of the camera, you didn’t realize that everyone had gathered around to look at the two of you.

“Ok, that’s it guy, it looks really good” Tati said snapping a couple of more pictures, before speaking again “Now try doing something a little hotter maybe” The moment the worlds left her mouth, Vinnie laced his hand around you throat, making you gasp, surprised by his action. He was hovering over you, your head slightly tilted to meet his gaze, his long finger wrapping perfectly around your neck. You could feel the heat radiating from your body, as his lips moved closer to yours, only a centimeter apart. You licked your lips, and his eyes followed the movement of your tongue, carefully. A boost of confidence came rushing through you and you did something that both surprised you instantly. The decision to bite his bottom lips caused the others to howl at the action, and a throaty groan to come from Vinnie mouth.

“Ok, that was just perfect, it’s a wrap guys” Tati said smiling widely as she clapped, thanking everyone. You detached yourself slowly from each other, your head going down, a blush creeping on your cheeks, finally realizing what you had just done. It was bold of you, but in the moment, it felt like the right thing to do. You looked back at him, meeting his gaze as you blushed even more while he smirked down at you. You soon were interrupted by your cousin, asking the both of you to come look at the results.

“Keep in mind that I still have to edit them, and work with the lighting, but you guys look so hot” she said, excited as she looked closely at the photos

“I agree” Vinnie nodded “These are definitely my favorite” he continued, pointing at two different pictures. One being a shot of the exact moment you gasped after he had gripped your throat, and the other one being the one when you bit his lip. From the moment he saw you, he couldn’t help but admit he found you attractive and after getting to shoot with you, his desire to get to know you more had gotten stronger.

“Yo Vinnie! What are you doing? Ask her out already” Michael shouted from across the room making you blush as Vinnie smiled looking down at you

“We’re going out to eat, would you like to join us” he asked seeing you look at your cousin for a second “Of course, Tati is invited to join us also, but I would really like it if you would come” he continued smiling softly, scratching the back of his head, waiting for your response. You were screaming on the inside, nervous but excited by his offer. You were stocked to have the opportunity to spend a nice evening with him, and maybe get to know him more.  You looked at Tati with pleading eyes, understanding that she was okay with this when she winked at you, and giving you a thumbs up

“I would love too”

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Thank you for reading

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[atlafan]

It’s Electric - One Shot

a/n: I have no idea what this is or why I thought of it, but enjoy CEO!Harry with a blue collar!Y/N

Warnings: Smut (slow burn, I’m so sorry.) Not proofread, sorry!

Words: 15.2K

Being a female, blue collar worker was interesting to say the least. Most of the guys you worked with were either fresh out of college and starting their apprenticeship, or they were in their mid-forties, married with kids. You did the college thing, and got a degree in mathematics, but you didn’t want to be a teacher, and you sure as hell didn’t want to go into computer science. Your father was an electrician, and you asked him for help getting into his union. Electrical work involved a lot of math, especially trigonometry.

You were in your mid-twenties, able to live alone, and working a job that had good benefits. A lot of your friends didn’t quite understand it because you sometimes had to work traditional holidays, and you really couldn’t take time off. But the overtime pay was incredible, and when you were able to take a vacation, you had plenty of money for a good time. The one thing you were sort of missing was companionship.

Most of the guys on the job just assumed you were gay. It was a stupid stereotype. To be fair, you did have to wear a lot of flannel and you never wore makeup, and you constantly had hat hair from your hardhat. Again, a lot of stupid stereotypes.

Your union had gotten a contract together to do maintenance on a specific building in the city. It happened to also be where one of your best friends works so you’d be able to go on lunch together.

“Y/N!” She squeals. “Look at you, I’ve never seen you on the job before.” She tugs at your flannel. “I think you’re the reason mom jeans came back into style, you look so cute.” She was the best hype man there was.

“Thanks, Stacey.” You chuckle. “I don’t wanna get in trouble, I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

You had never changed so many lightbulbs in one sitting. You hated maintenance work, but it beat being on unemployment. Next on the list was to run some tests on the electrical outlets. You make your way through specific people’s offices. You see your friend again, her desk was outside the CEO’s. She was his executive assistant.

“Let me just make sure he’s not on a call.” She says and you nod. She knocks on the door and opens it. “Mr. Styles? The maintenance crew is here to run inspections in your office.”

“Thanks, send ‘em in.”

She smiles and gestures for you to go in. She grabs you first, pulling you back.

“Remember, he’s British, and very hot.”

“Stacey…you have a boyfriend.”

“I’m well aware, I’m just preparing you.”

You roll your eyes and walk in.

“I’ll try to keep it brief.” You tell him and he nods. You click your pen and make a few notes on your clip board. You grab your outlet tester from your tool belt and get to work. He tries to continue typing at his desk, but curiosity gets the better of him.

“This might sound rude, but I was expecting some old guy to come here for this.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” You smirk at him and continue around the room. “This office is huge.”

“Well…it should be. Worked hard enough for it.”

“Right, you’re the CEO?”

“That’s right, darlin’.”

“Don’t call me that.” You make a disgusted face.

“Sorry, it’s just something I say.” He blushes.

“I need to get under there.”

“Excuse me?”

“Under your desk, I need to check the floor outlets.”

“Oh.” He stands up and moves his chair out of the way. He looks away as you get on your hands and knees, but he’s a man, so his eyes flicker down to your ass. He looks away immediately. You stand back up and make some notes.

“Alright, all set. Have a good one.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty routine inspection. You all take good care of your offices. Nothing to worry about. We replaced all the lightbulbs that needed it, made them all LED.”

“Thanks.” He smiles.

You walk out and confirm with Stacey where you’ll be meeting her for lunch. Harry notices this. After you’re gone, Harry goes out to Stacey’s desk.

“Stacey, you’re friends with that woman?”

“Yeah! We go way back, Mr. Styles. She’s my best friend, actually. We’re having lunch in a bit, would you like to join us?”

“No.” He chuckles. “No, that’s alright. Um…so she’s an electrician?”

“Mhm, she’s really smart. She was top of her apprenticeship program a few years ago. She’s part of some union now that he dad was in. She likes it.”

“Ah…” He looks away for a moment. “You and I know each other pretty well at this point, right?”

“I’d say so. I mean, my boyfriend and I have been to your house for parties.” You giggle. “Why?”

“Is she single?”

‘Y/N? Yeah! Totally single.” She beams. “Not that she can’t get a date, she can. She’s just been busy lately.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you…want me to give you her number?”

“Only if she wants to. See what she thought of me on your lunch, would you?”

“I’m on it.”

//

You and Stacey meet up at a Panera Bread not too far from the office building. You’d be doing inspections there all week, on every floor.

“Alright, I’m just going to come right out and say it. Harry wants your number!” She squeals.

You nearly choke on your salad.

“Who?!”

“Harry! Mr. Styles, my boss. The CEO of-“

“Okay, okay. What the fuck, I talked to him for like two seconds. He also called me darling, I didn’t like that.”

“He calls everyone darling, or love. He’s British, remember.”

“What does that have to…? Never mind.” You shake your head.

“He must think you’re cute. He hasn’t dated in a while, as far as I know. He’s super sweet, Y/N. Can I give him your number, please? He could really sweep you off your feet.”

“I’m not looking to be swept, I’m looking for a partner, someone to spend time with. Not someone who flashes cash around.”

“You’re making excuses.”

“Fine.” You shrug. “Give him my number.”

Stacey can’t wait to get back up to her office to give Harry your number. She knocks on his door and enters. He’s just finishing his lunch.

“Here.” She slaps a piece of paper on his desk. “That’s her number. I’ll warn you, she’s stubborn, so…play it cool.”

“Don’t I always?”

“I said cool, not suave. She hates that shit.”

“When should I call? I don’t wanna seem too eager…”

“She might think you’re playing around if you don’t call her tonight. Call her after work.”

//

You were hanging out on your couch, fresh out of the shower in a tank top and shorts, digging into a pint of ice cream. Your phone goes off, and you see it’s not anyone you know. You swipe to answer and stick your phone between your cheek and shoulder.

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh, is this Y/N?”

“This is she.”

“It’s Harry.”

“Who? Oh! Mr. Styles from the office building.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “That’s me.”  

“Stacey gave you my number?”

“She did. I hope it’s alright that I asked her for it.”

“Hey, however your relationship works is none of my business.” You take a bite of your ice cream. “So, why’d you want my number anyways?”

“So I could ask you out.”

For the second time today you choke on your food.

“Excuse me, one second.”

He hears you coughing and he tries not to laugh. You get a glass of water, and sit back down.

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries.”

“Why do you want to ask me out?”

“I, well, to be blunt I’m attracted to you.”

“Why?” You scoff. “Got a thing for girls in loose jeans?”

“They weren’t that loose.”

“What?”

“Nothing, listen, I think you’re pretty and I just thought-“

“Pretty? Wow.” You scoff.

“You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” He sighs.

“Hard work doesn’t seem foreign to you. It’s how you got that nice office of yours isn’t it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to go out for dinner with me some time?”

“I’m free Saturday if you are.”

“I’m free.”

“Pick me up at seven, I’ll text you my address when the time comes.” You hang up before he has a second to say anything else.

You text Stacey to let her know you’d be going out with Harry on Saturday. You were actually sort of excited.

//

On Saturday, you go to your hairdresser for a blow out, and to have your nails done. It was a very nice treat. You get your make up on and pick out one of the dresses you never get to wear. It was black and simple, but you were exited to wear it. You get a call from Harry right at seven.

“Hello?”

“Just pulled up, I’m downstairs.”

“Be down in a second.” You grab your purse and head down.

Harry had a suit on and was standing outside a black car. His jaw nearly drops when he sees you. All he had to go on was that day in his office. You looked like a completely different person.

“You look…lovely.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “I don’t get to dress up very often.” You blush slightly.

He opens the back door of the car for you and you raise an eyebrow.

“I have a driver.”

“Oh…fancy.”

You slide into the car, and Harry comes around on the other side. He taps on the partition, and the car moves.

“I hope you like Asian food.”

“Love it.” You say. “Oh! Are we going to that hibachi place?”

“No, but it’ll sort of be like that.”

“Do you always use a driver?”

“For city stuff, yeah. When I’m out at the beach or upstate I drive myself. Sometimes I get my picture taken when I’m out, learned a long time ago it’s best to just have a driver.”

“Like…paparazzi?”

“Yeah…sometimes. Not that often anymore. There was this, uh, model that I dated a few years ago-“

“Tell me again, why were you so attracted to me?”

“You caught my attention. Not a lot of people do.”

Your cheeks grow slightly red. You feel the car come to a full stop. The driver gets out and opens the door for you. Harry slides out after you. You watch as he tells the driver how long you’ll roughly be. As you walk into the restaurant, the hostess greets Harry almost immediately. You follow her past the main dining area, and are brought into a private dining room. There was a table for two set up already. You give him a confused look.

“I like my privacy.” He pulls your chair out for your and you sit down.

“Is there any particular reason we’re sitting next to each other.”

“The chef is going to make our food for us in a few minutes. Told you it was sort of like hibachi.” He grabs the bottle of wine on the table and opens it. “Would you like some? It’s plum wine, it’s delicious.”

“Um…sure.” He pours you some and you take a small sip. “Hm, different.”

“So, how does one become an electrician?”

“How does one become a CEO?” You smirk. “Lots of hard work, school, and luck.”

Before Harry can speak again the chef walks in, and a few other follow him in with a cart. There was a flat top where he’d be able to make whatever you wanted. One of the waiters brings over a tray of sushi to start with. You grab your chopsticks and take a piece.

“Oh, that’s good. I love sashimi.” You say.

“Good evening, folks.” The chef smiles. “Tonight I’ll be preparing a delicious steak, kale salad, and for dessert fried banana ice cream.”

“That all work for you? I sorta had to tell them ahead of time.”

“Sounds amazing.”

You watch as the chef prepares the steak and the kale. It smelled delicious already, and it was cool to watch as it was done. You and Harry continue to enjoy the sushi in the meantime.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“About what?”

“Becoming an electrician.”

“Oh…well, my dad was one, and he was in a union. I have a B.S. in Mathematics, but I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with it, so I asked my dad for some help getting into the union, and the rest was history. I get to use my degree every day. Not a lot of people can say that.” You smile and take a sip of the wine. “Do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Schmooze on a first date.”

“I’m not schmoozing.” He gasps.

“I’m just saying…this is, like, really fancy. You could have taken me to a burger joint, I’m not picky. I just don’t want you thinking you to need to flash your cash around. I get it, you’re reach and do well for yourself, you know? I wanna know what’s underneath all that.”

Two plates are put in front of you.

“Thank you.” Harry says to the chef and everyone else leaves the room. “I wasn’t trying to flash my cash.” He cuts his steak and takes a bite. “I just wanted to show you a good time.”

“By booking a private room at a really nice restaurant?” You smirk and take a bite of your steak. “Although, this food is delicious.” You use your napkin to pat the corners of your mouth gently. “How’d you get into the business that you’re in?”

“Well, I always wanted to be in sales, do a little bit of traveling, that kind of stuff. When I was in uni, the idea of property management sort of intrigued me, so I looked a little more into that. I started off in the mail room while I was getting my MBA, and then just sort of worked my way up. I bet my company has provided a lot of work to your union, other than just maintenance.”

“It definitely does, I recognized the name. You guys have put up buildings all over the place. You’re kind of like Richard Gere’s character in Pretty Woman.”

“I suppose I am! I love that movie.” He clears his throat. “So, you didn’t want to become an engineer or anything?”

“Nope, I like working with my hands.” You shrug and take a sip of your wine.

“Is it hard being in a male dominated profession?”

“Isn’t it pretty male dominated up in your office?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Most of the women up there were either assistants or other low ranking positions.”

“Are you saying your friend works a low ranking position as my executive assistant?”

“Stacey likes what she does, she feels fulfilled and needed, at least that’s what she tells me. I’m just saying, anywhere I would have gone, it would probably look the same. Besides, I’m not the only woman on the job, I’m just one of few, and I’m one of the younger ones. The guys are all nice enough.”

A few moments later a waiter comes in to clear the plates and someone else brings out the fried ice cream.

“I’ve never had this before.” You smile. “I’m excited to try it.”

“Fried ice cream is delicious, especially after eating a steak with so many spices in it.”

You both dig in. You lick your lips after taking a bite.

“Mm, that is so good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Harry squared up the bill, and out the two of you went. You thanked him over and over for paying. He wanted to ask if you felt like grabbing another drink anywhere, but he wasn’t so sure if you’d be into it. Maybe that could be saved for a second date. His driver brings you home and Harry gets out to walk you up the steps of your building.

“I had a great time.” He blushes. “I’m glad we could do this.” All you do is smile and nod. “Um, well, so I have your number, I’ll give you another call sometime?”

“Okay.” You get your keys out of your purse. “Thanks again for dinner.”

You key into your building and he watches you disappear inside. He was stunned. Not even a goodnight kiss, hell, even a hug would have sufficed. Usually when Harry took a woman out on a date at the very least he got a kiss on the cheek, if not that most of the time he would get invited up. Did he do something wrong? Were you not as attracted to him as he was to you?

//

“Tell me everything! I wanna know what to expect tomorrow morning and if I need to add a caramel swirl to his coffee.” Stacey giggles over the phone with you the next morning.

“It was…okay.”

“Just okay?! Didn’t he take you to that nice Japanese place?”

“Yeah, the food was excellent, but the atmosphere was weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“He had us seated in a private room and we basically had this personal chef. It was awkward when things got a little quiet. There was a little music in the background, but I would have felt more at ease in the main dining area.”

“He likes his privacy.”

“So he said. Apparently sometimes paparazzi follow him?”

“Yeah, about a year ago he was dating this Italian model. He started getting photographed. They followed him around a bit after they broke up, but we haven’t seen too many in a while.”

“I don’t know why he’d want to go from a model to me…”

“Oh, stop it. You’re gorgeous! So…are you saying you won’t see him again?”

“I don’t see why I would. I didn’t feel any sparks flying between us. He seems sort of hollow, Stace.”

“No! He’s so sweet! He can just be sort of…I don’t know…awkward. He’s amazing when he’s making a deal, but outside of work I know he can be a little social awkward.”

“I don’t think I wanna be with someone as rich as he is.”

“He was just trying to impress you, I’m sure. You didn’t have any fun?”

“I had a little…but not enough to go on a second date.”

Stacey swallowed hard. Harry was a very sweet man, and extremely respectful…but he wanted something he worked for it. There was no way he was going to let this, or you, go.

//

“Morning, Stacey.” He says to her with a smile. He grabs his coffee from her desk.

“Morning, Mr. Styles.”

“Have a good weekend?” He asks as she follows her in. He looks at the mail she’s already put on his desk.

“Yeah, Dan and I visited his parents out at the lake. It was nice.”

“Good for you guys.” He looks at her and smiles. “Been together a few years now, right? When’s he popping the question?”

“Oh, Harry.” She swats a hand at him as he chuckles. “Soon. Anyways, you’ve got a meeting at nine, and then this afternoon you’re to go to that new property we just bought. The construction workers will be there, it’ll be good for you to meet the crew.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. I’m dying to see the place again. Haven’t been since we saw it last.” He sits down at his desk. “Hate wearing those hard hats though, they always mess up my hair.” He smirks.

“I don’t think anything could mess up your hair.” She laughs and turns to leave to go back to his desk.

“Wait, uh, did you happen to speak with Y/N at all?”

“Oh! Um, was this past Saturday the big date?”

“You know it was, quit playing.”

“We spoke, yeah.”

“Did she mention me at all? Trying to gauge when I should call her next.”

“Oh, so you wanna see her again?”

“I do.” He smiles. “So, she say anything?”

“Yeah…um, she said she had a nice time.”

“Was that it?”

“Pretty much, but to be fair, we talked more about my weekend. Barely let her get a word in, you know how I can be sometimes.”

Stacey walks awkwardly back to her desk. She prayed that if he did reach out to you, you’d at least let him down easy.

//

Harry leaves around one in the afternoon to head to the property. He and the COO go together in a car. When they get there they both shake the foreman’s hand and walk around the property.

“The electrician’s showed up this morning. They’ve certainly got their work cut out for them.” The foreman says. “Great workers though, union contract just how you like.”

Harry nods and continues walking. He notices the electricians on their afternoon coffee break.

“Check out the suits.” Frank says to you. You smirk and look over your shoulder. You immediately look back at Frank. “What?”

“I know that guy…the one in the blue suit.”

“No shit, how?”

“He, uh, took me to dinner on Saturday.”

“What?!”

“My friend is his executive assistant, she gave him my number after we met last week doing those inspections.”

“No offense, but I thought you were gay.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Frank.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“So…some big wig took you out? How was it?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, and I certainly don’t want to-“

“Y/N?”

You turn around slowly to look at him.

“Hi Harry.”

“Y/N, you should address him as Mr. Styles.” Your foreman says.

“That’s quite alright, we know each other.” He smiles at you.

“We sure do, excuse me.” You grab your hard hat, stick it on, and head inside with Frank.

“How do you know her?” The foreman asks Harry.

“She’s good friends with my assistant.”

The foreman brings Harry and the COO inside to show them the bit of progress that’s been made on the interior thus far. Harry sees you up on a ladder helping a wire get fed through a hole.

“Got it!” You yell up, and secure it.

Harry and the COO stick around for quite some time making sure everything was to their liking. He’s there until the end of the work day and sees you walking with your toolbox to your car. You wave goodbye to Frank as you get everything in your trunk. It was a nice size SUV. He watches as you unclip your tool belt and slightly rub at your hip bones. He decides to come over to you.

“Hi again.” He smiles and you nearly jump.

“Jesus, you’re just everywhere.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” You scrunch your face at the word. “Sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.” You shake your head and throw your hard hat into your trunk. You take your hair out of its bun, and shake your hair out. “Can I help you with something?” You close your trunk and lean against your car, crossing your arms.

“I just, um, well, I was wondering when I could see you again.”

“You’re seeing me now.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I mean, when can I take you on another date?”

“Harry…” You look down, then back up to him. “I…”

“I should have texted you afterwards, right?” He sucks his teeth. “I didn’t wanna seem too eager.”

“You really had that good a time with me that you wanna take me out again?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you?”

You had two choices. You could either crush the man in front of you and walk away, or you could cut the guy a break and give it another go. Would it be so bad to let him take you out again? Maybe this time you could call the shots.

“I did.” You swallow. “I’d like to go out again.”

“Great!” He beams at you. “I was thinking we could-“

“I’d like to plan it.”

“Oh…well, alright. What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll find out Friday night. You’re free then?”

“I can definitely make myself available.”

“Perfect.” You turn on your heel and get into your car. Once again you leave him standing there, stunned.

//

“You’re giving it another shot?!” Stacey practically screams through the phone.

“Mhm.”

“What made you decide?”

“Well, he was just standing right in front of me. I felt sort of bad. I figured maybe I was being too harsh before. It can’t hurt to go out again.”

“Where are you going to take him?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I was thinking of going to that bar I’ve been to with Frank. I’ve taken you a couple of times.”

“Oh! That place with the darts and the live music?”

“Yeah! I think he needs a night to be a little less fancy, don’t you?”

“Definitely! He won’t know what hit him.”

//

Harry was on cloud nine all week. He couldn’t wait to see you again. He even had flowers sent to your job site. You were thoroughly embarrassed. The guys all gave you shit for it. He was a little surprised when you didn’t even text him to thank him for them, but he just brushed it off and kept his cool. When you did finally text him Thursday evening, he nearly squealed.

You: what’s your address? I’ll be picking you up around eight tomorrow

Harry: late start to the evening, where we headed?

You: that’s for me to know ;)

His stomach filled with butterflies all because you sent a winky face. He was having a few doubts that maybe you didn’t like him that much, but you were being playful with him now. This was good.

//

Your hair was down and wavy, you had a white tank top on with a dangly necklace, and some jeans. You drive to Harry’s building. It was much nicer than yours, naturally. You text him and let him know you’re on the street. He comes walking out moments later in a black silk shirt and a pair of yellow patterned dress pants. You squinted through the window and noticed they were sort of tight around his thighs. He waves at you and you wave back.

“This is fun already.” He says as he buckles up. He looks down at you. “I’m overdressed.”

“Not at all. You’re dressed like you, that’s good. This is how I like to dress.”

“You look cute.” He says.

“Thanks.” You start to drive off towards the bar.

“So, now will you tell me where we’re going?”

“To a bar, hope you’re thirsty.” You smirk at him.

As you continue to drive Harry takes note of the music on the radio and even the way you drive the car. You were only using one hand, on the bottom of the wheel. You were so easy going.

“This is a nice car.”

“Thanks, bought it last year. I used have a dinged up old truck.”

“Do you miss having a truck?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wanted something more like this. When you have a truck everyone always wants your help with stuff. It’s bad enough that I’m the handy friend.” You chuckle. “I’m always being asked to help repair stuff or whatever. I don’t mind, but sometimes it’s a lot.”

You get over to the bar and find a place to park.

“Can’t remember the last time I was on this side of town.” He comments as you walk inside.

There were a lot people around, and the bar itself was packed. There was some sports game playing, but it wouldn’t be on long once the live band would start. There were people playing darts and munching on popcorn.

“Go snag a booth, I’ll get us some beers.”

“Oh, uh…”

“What’s a matter?”

“I don’t really like beer.” He takes his wallet out. “I can grab the drinks, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to go grab us a booth. I’ll get you something other than beer.”

You turn and go up to the bar. You greet the bartender who knows you pretty well. You decide that if Harry didn’t want beer, then you wouldn’t get one either.

“Two long islands.” You grin.

You get your drinks and find Harry at a booth. He stuck out like a sore thumb, he wasn’t hard to find. You place the glasses on the table.

“I’ll grab us some popcorn. We’ll grab some real food later.”

You go up to the popcorn machine and grab a bowl to fill up. You say hello to some people you recognize and head back to the booth.

“What made you decide on a long island ice tea?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Thought it would be fun to just get drunk.” You smile. “What sort of mixed drinks do you usually get?”

“I don’t. I usually just get a scotch or something.”

“Ew.” You grimace and then take a sip of your drink. “This is much more fun.”

“You could have gotten a beer still.”

You toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth and take another sip. Harry takes a sip as well and coughs when he’s done.

“Bit heavy handed.”

“I can get you something else…”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. “Do you come here a lot?”

“Sometimes. Some buddies from work brought me here, and I liked it. They have free darts, and live music. The band should be starting soon.”

You were two drinks in, and you both were giggling messes. The band was loud, but fun. You had gotten into a little game of getting popcorn into the other’s mouth. Maybe Harry could let his hair down a little and act like a normal person.

By the time you each were on your third drink, you definitely knew you were drunk, and so did Harry. He was having a great time.

“I’m hungry, are you hungry?!” You had yell over the music.

“Starved!”

“Come on!”

You grab his wrist as you walk out of the place. It’s a bit chilly outside, and without thinking, Harry wraps his arm around your shoulders as you walk. You wrap yours around his waist, and he feels butterflies again. You lead him to a McDonald’s and walk in.

“Two medium big mac meals, please.” You slur as you walk up to the counter.

“I’m paying.” Harry insists.

“Nope, I got it.” You slap your credit card down. “Go fill up our drinks, I’ll wait for the food.”

Harry shuffles over to the drink station and fills the paper cups up with coke. You come over to the table he found and you both dive into the greasy food.

“Mm, I can’t remember the last time I had McDonald’s.” He grunts as he eats the food.

“Right?! It’s like, the perfect drunk food.” You suck down the coke. “I would have gotten us some flurries but the machine’s broken.”

“I have ice cream back at my place…got stuff to make sundaes actually.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“Nope, always keep that stuff around. Never know when you’re gonna need some hot fudge.”

“Well, I know where we’re going next.”

“What about your car? We’re both way too fucked up to drive.”

“It’s called uber.”

“Nonsense, I’ll call my-“

“He’ll be here in two minutes, finish up your fries.” You say, looking at your phone.

“You’re very impulsive.” He chuckles and throws some fries into his mouth.

“Live a little.” You yank him out of the booth and go outside.

You both crawl into the uber, and giggle during the ride. Harry hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. When you get to Harry’s building, he says hello to the doorman, and you just smile and wave. He keeps his hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the elevator. It was a beautiful lobby. You watch, through your foggy eyes, as Harry presses the button for the top floor where all of the pent house suites were. He leads you down a hall and keys into his place. You jaw nearly hits the floor.

“I didn’t know they made apartments this big. It’s like…a house in here!” You walk around. “Is this a staircase?!”

“Yeah, it’s two stories. There’s four bedrooms total. My main guest room is down here, and then upstairs are the rest. Got an office down that way, nice big balcony.”

“What’s a single guy need all this space for?”

“Got family and friends that come to visit. I end up hosting functions quite a bit too. Catered events, and all that.” He grabs your hand to lead you into his massive kitchen. “Can I get you some water?”

“Nope, got any alcohol?”

“You want more to drink?!”

“We’re going to have ice cream right? How about some kalua?”

“You know, I do have some. I could put it into some shot glasses.”

“Works for me.” You smile.

Harry get everything out for the sundaes. His kitchen looked like it belonged in a restaurant, but it made sense since he did say he had catered events. If he had cooks come they’d need state of the art equipment. He runs the scoop under some warm water, rolls up one of his sleeves and scoops the ice cream into two bowls. Your eyes widen as you see the veins in his hand and forearm peek out. He adds the warmed up fudge, sprinkles some nuts, and then adds some whip cream.

“Why do you have all this stuff?” You ask as you make up the shots.

“We had an ice cream social here a week or so ago. I like having themed parties.” He bites into his ice cream and moans. “I hate throwing out leftovers.”

“This fudge is really rich.” You lick your lips after taking a bite.

“Shoulda made milk shakes with this.” He takes his shot of kalua and so do you.

“Next time.” You spoon my ice cream into your mouth.

“Next time, eh?”

“Sure.” You smile. “I’m having a good time.”

“Better than last time?”

“Harry.” You put your bowl down and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll admit, I was pretty skeptical, but when you let your hair down, you’re a lot of fun.”

“So…you didn’t have any fun last time?”

“It’s not that I didn’t.” You say, shoveling more ice cream into your mouth. “But I feel like I got to know you better tonight.” You hop up on his counter and sit there comfortably as you finish your ice cream. A little bit of hot fudge lingers on the corner of your mouth.

“You have a little, uh…” He taps the corner of his mouth to show you. He moves to stand between your legs and you look up at him.

“Did I get it?”

“Not exactly.” He cups your cheeks and leans in. You can feel his breath on you. He runs his thumb over the spot. “Got it.” He sucks his thumb into his mouth and smirks at you.

Just as he’s about to turn to grab the bowls you grab at the collar of his shirt, and pull him to you, crashing your lips to his. He sinks into it, only for a second before backing away. He presses his forehead to yours.

“What’s wrong?” You breathe.

“I don’t want this to happen like this.”

“Like what?”

He steps away and looks at you.

“We’re both pretty out of sorts, Y/N.”

“It was just a kiss…”

“But it could lead to more, and I don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“Are you really going to tell me you’ve never hooked up drunk?”

“I have.”

“So…I’m sorry, I’m just really confused.” You hop down so you can stand on your feet.

“Y/N.” He cups your cheeks so you’ll look at him. “I want to be completely sober so I can fully enjoy you.”

“You’re…such a weirdo, Harry. Who says shit like that?” You step away from him.

“You know, most people find me charming.”

“Well, then I guess I’m not most people.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “Ugh, I didn’t mean for that to sound like I’m not like other girls, that would be a weird thing to say. I feel like you say things you think I’d wanna hear.”

“No, I really feel that way. I don’t want…look, if we decided to do it, I’d wanna remember it, that’s all I was trying to say.”

“So just say it like that!” You start laughing. “That I can understand.”

“I don’t know what to say around you. It’s like everything I do is wrong.”

“Not true.” You grab the whip cream can and spray some into your mouth. “You make a mean sundae.”

“Don’t hog it.” He opens his mouth and you spray some whip cream into his mouth. You both giggle.

“So…you don’t even want to keep kissing?”

“I do, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“What do you wanna do instead? My car’s all the way back at the bar, I’m way too fucked to drive…”

“You could stay here if you want. I could give you some pj’s and-“

“No, I’d rather sleep in my own bed.”

“I could call my driver.”

“This late?!”

“He’s on call.” Harry takes out his phone and sends a text. “It’s his job.”

“You’ll come for the ride?”

“Of course!” He smiles. “I have a question for you…”

“Alright.”

“Did you get the flowers I sent you earlier this week?”

“I did.” You move some hair from your face. “I’m sure you meant well, but you shouldn’t do that while I’m working again.”

“Why?” He frowns.

“It was embarrassing. Some of the guys gave me shit for it. Just…if you do it again, I mean, I like getting flowers, just have them sent to my apartment. I don’t need gifts at work. I didn’t even know where to put them.”

“So, we’re definitely seeing each other again?”

“I’d like to.” You smile.

“Great.” He smiles back. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Do you want me to have someone fired? Cause I can do that.”

“No.” You laugh. “But thanks.”

Harry leads you down to the car and you both get in the back seat. You sit really close to him. You were incredibly riled up and horny. It was the alcohol, but you were sort of disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting laid, and it sort of turned you on that Harry was being such a gentleman. You look up at him.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He looks down at you.

You move his arm to put it around you, and you look up at him with big eyes. He sighs and leans in to kiss you. His lips were so soft, and he still tasted like the hot fudge. Your hands slide up to his hair and tug on his curls. You just wanted his tongue in your mouth, but he was being so timid. His other hand goes down to your thigh, and he squeezes it, his thumb digging in to your inner thigh. You whimper slightly and then he lets go of you. The car comes to a stop, and your door is opened by the driver. Harry gets out to walk you up to your door.

“I’m going to be out of town for the next ten days.” He says, tucking some hair behind your ear. “But when I get back, I’d love to see you again.”

“Me too.”

“Good.” He gives you one last kiss before getting back into the car. He makes sure you’re inside the building before he lets the driver go. He presses the button for the partition to go down. “Charlie, I had my doubts, I really did, but she likes me, mate.”

“That’s great, sir. I’m glad she agreed to see you again.”

“Me too. She’s so…different! She’s sort of blunt too. I like that. I feel like women always just like me for my money, but she could care less! This could really be something, I can feel it.”

//

You told Stacey all about your date with Harry, and how good of a kisser he was. You weren’t sure how’d you last the next ten days without his lips on yours again, but you’d find ways to manage. Work was a great distraction. However, your friends continued to shit on you. One of them snuck a magazine that had Harry on the cover into your toolbox.

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes as they laugh. “What’s so funny that he likes me?”

“It’s not funny, think they’re just jealous.” Frank smirks and looks at the magazine. “It’s just odd that you’re into him.”

“He’s not exactly the type of guy I’d usually be interested in, but he means well. He’s sweet…in his own weird way. He’s quirky. I took him to that bar we’ve been to on Friday, we had a great time.”

“Look at you, trying something for a second time. When do you see him next?”

“I don’t know. He’s out of town for a couple of weeks.”

“Doing what?”

“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t ask.”

“Why not?”

“It’s none of my business. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but he is the guy you’re seeing.”

“I’ve been on two dates with him, nothing’s set in stone.” Your morning coffee break ends you sigh. “Great, time to go into this stupid basement.” You put your hardhat on and a mask and head in with Frank.

//

On Thursday evening, you were just hanging out, watching TV after a long day of work. Your phone goes off and you see it’s a call from Harry.

“Hello?”

“Hi, beautiful!”

You’re sitting there with your hair up in a messy bun, pimple patches on your blemishes, and a raggedy t-shirt with stains all over it. You roll your eyes.

“What’s up?”

“Well, I finally got a free moment, and I wanted to call you. Are you busy? Should be about eight o’clock, right?”

“Yeah it is…where are you?”

“I’m in London.”

You think for a moment and you gasp.

“Harry, it’s like two in the morning over there!”

“Like I said, I finally got a free moment. I’m just getting into my flat, getting cozy.”

“What did you go to London for?”

“Business of course…and to see some family. Killing two birds with one stone.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Sometimes. There were some buildings I wanted to look at out here.”

“How come you didn’t bring Stacey?”

“She doesn’t always need to travel with me. We’ve connected, don’t worry. I’m not one of those helpless idiots who can’t survive without their assistant. Besides, need her there to hold down the fort.” You hear some shuffling and then the creaking of a bed, and a big sigh from him.

“So…what kept you out so late?”

“Business.”

“What Business could you possibly need to conduct at two in the morning?”

“Things operate differently over here. People like to go out late. I actually left early because I was tired.”

“That’s wild.”

“Very.” He chuckles. “What are you up to?”

“I was just watching some TV before I hit the sack.”

“Anything good on?”

“Not really.” You laugh and turn the TV off. “Kinda like hearing your voice.” You slap your forehead because you literally don’t know what possessed you to say that.

“Like hearing yours too. Sorry I haven’t been able to text much.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, really. I wouldn’t want you to think I wasn’t interested or something.”

“I didn’t.”

“Good, because I’m still really interested.”

“When do you come back?”

“Monday evening, then it’s back to the office Tuesday.”

“You never stop, do you…”

“It’s hard not to, but I like what I do.”

“I would hope so.”

“How’s your week been?”

“You should get some sleep.”

“Can’t, too awake now. Tell me how your week was, how’s the building coming along?”

“I’ve been in a dimly lit crawl space in the basement feeding wires all week. Tomorrow’s the last day of doing that. Then next week my group of people will move up to the regular basement, and then after that we’ll move on to the lobby. Other people are working on the outside as well, and then once all that’s done we’ll be able to move on to the individual offices inside.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Mhm, but it’s honest work. I can take a step back at the end of the day and see what I’ve done. I like that.”

“You’re a visual person, then.”

“I am.”

“So am I.”

“Nice to know we have one thing in common.”

“We have other things in common.” He sounds offended.

“Like what?” You giggle and sit with your knees hugged to your chest. His voice over the phone was oddly soothing to you.

“Well…I’d say we both enjoy a good joke. We both like food, although, I have to say, my stomach was pretty angry with me after I had that bic mac.”

You burst out laughing.

“So was mine. It’s always good going in.”

“Mhm, and we like each other.”

“Oh, we do?” You ask sarcastically. “Teasing. I like you.”

“You didn’t at first though.”

“You didn’t make a great impression by calling me darling in your office.”

“If I knew how derogatory it was going to come off, I never would have said it. It’s just…part of my vocabulary.”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“When I get back, I’d love to see you again. Maybe we could have lunch or something.”

“On my jobsite? I don’t think so.”

“We could go out for dinner, then? I mean, I’ll be coming by the site next week to check out the progress.”

“Please, don’t even acknowledge me if you see me. I want things to be professional.”

“Reputation to uphold?”

“Sort of. I have a couple good friends, but not all of the guys are so accepting of women on the job. I don’t want any of them thinking I’m getting special treatment or anything because I know you. Someone put a magazine that had you on the cover in my tool box as a prank.”

“I’m sorry…I don’t really know what the big deal is though.”

“It’s like I’m in elementary school and everyone found out about my cruck. Boys never really grow up, so I’ve come to find out.”

“Can’t say I can argue with that. We’re an immature lot.” He chuckles and then yawns.

“You should really go to sleep.”

“But I like talking to you.”

“You can call me this weekend.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight…sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You sigh as you hang up. Your stomach felt weird. Did you have butterflies? You never had butterflies. Harry was definitely growing on you.

//

Wednesday morning, Harry came to the jobsite to check things out. He stayed in the trailer with the foreman with quite some time before going inside the building. He didn’t see you, and he was sort of sad about it. He hears a whistling noise and sees a bunch of people filing out and taking their hard hats off.

“Morning coffee break.” The foreman explains. Harry nods and squints at everyone. His eyes widen when he spots you.

He watches as you grab your thermos and pour your coffee into the little cap that works as a cup. He desperately wants to go over and say hi, but he also wanted to respect what you asked of him.

“Hey, Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” One of the guys says and makes kissy noises. “Go say hi, give him a big wet one for us. Show him some appreciation for giving the union so much work.”

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’ve been out two times.”

“That guy’s dated models, what’s so great about you?”

“Bob.” Frank says, warningly. “Don’t be a prick.”

Harry watches as the group laughs, and Frank puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Everything alright over there?” He asks the foreman.

“Yeah, they’re just giving her a tough time. They seem to think you’re her boyfriend.”

“And what if I was? Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, sir, of course not…it’s just…up until a couple weeks ago everyone thought she was gay, or at least, just not into dudes.”

“Why? Because she didn’t try to fuck one of the other guys? She’s a beautiful woman, and-“ Harry stops himself. He can feel his blood boiling. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and he knew that, but he still wanted to defend you.

“What’s it like fucking a dude with so much money? Surprised you haven’t quit yet to become his live in lady.”

“Bob, I’m about two seconds away from ripping your balls off.”

“Not a very nice thing to say.”

“You’re being a dick, Bob.” Frank says. “Why do you wanna know what it’s like to fuck Mr. Styles for? You like him too?” He smirks.

“Frank.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “What’s happening here, you’re going to turn this around to make some gay joke to defend me? Not cool. You all need to grow the fuck up.” You finish your coffee, put your hardhat back on and storm off.

Harry watches the scene and goes over to the group of men since you now left.

“Everything alright over here?” He asks them. The foreman was shaking behind him.

“Just fine, sir.” Bob says.

“Are we sure? Because that worker seemed a bit upset. I hope you’re all working as a team, I hate to see people not being team players. It makes getting a job done well very difficult.”

“The guys have been ragging on her because of you.” Frank says. “Apparently they think it’s funny that you’ve been out a couple of times.” He turns to all of them. “I think you all forget that she works with us and has fun just like the rest of us, but she’s still a woman. She’s allowed to go out on dates with people not like us. Just because she doesn’t want any of you doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to find someone.”

Frank huffs and storms off himself. Harry was impressed by him.

“I don’t have much to add to that other than that her personal life is just that, personal. Please remember that, and keep things professional. Then, none of his will have a problem.” He says sternly and walks away. The foremen glares at all of them and follows Harry.

He just wanted to make sure you were okay. He saw you inside, back to work, as if nothing had happened. Frank was holding the latter you were on. He still wanted to respect what you had asked, so he turns and walks back out of the building.

//

Stacey had her phone out when Harry got back to the office. She was texting furiously with someone. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she had a frown on her face.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry asks, concerned.

“With me, yeah.” She looks up at him and smiles. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For not stepping in to defend her. She’s good at taking care of herself.”

“So that’s who you’re texting?”

“Mhm. I’m gonna meet her after work for some drinks. When do you see her next?”

“Friday.”

“Good, that’ll be nice.”

“So I shouldn’t show up while you’re having drinks?”

“No! She needs girl time. You mean well, but keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t suffocate her.”

“It was so hard to not run over to her earlier. We chatted a bit over the phone while I was gone. It was so nice.” He sighs and leans against her desk.

“You’re a romantic, Harry, and I love that about you. But…Y/N…well, she prefers to save that for the movies.”

Harry’s eyes widen and he gasps.

“I just figured out what I’m gonna take her to do Friday!” He hugs Stacey quick. “Thanks, Stace!” He rushes into his office and closes the door.

//

By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted. You really didn’t want to do anything crazy, and Harry assured you that you’d just be hanging out at his place which put you at ease. His car comes for you around seven. You come out in a pair of jeans, a nice shirt, and your hair down. He gets out and practically runs over to you. He takes you in his arms and kisses you.

“Missed you.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.

“I guess I missed you too.” You smile. “Thanks for being so cool at the site the other day.”

“No worries, I just hope those guys have cooled it.”

“They have.”

“Good.” He smiles and leads you into the car.

“One of these days I’m going to see what you look like behind the wheel.”

“That just means you’ll have to come out to my beach house.”

“That doesn’t sound too terrible. It’s getting warmer out by the day.”

“I hope you’re hungry, I’ve got something good prepared.”

“Did you cook?”

“God, no. I’d burn the house down if I made something other than a frozen pizza.” He chuckles. “No, I had someone come and make everything I wanted.” You make a face at him. “Oh, stop it. You’ll be thankful once you see it, trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Once you’re at Harry’s place, he leads you inside. You take note on how he always says hi to all of the workers. You liked that he was so kind to them. When he gets you inside your jaw drops. There was a popcorn machine full of popcorn, hot dogs on a rotisserie, and all of the fixings on a table next to it, a nacho station, and homemade candies and chocolates.

“So, this is, like, the concessions area, and then down the hall is my home theater. Thought I’d bring the movies to us. Do you like it?”

“This is so…extravagant.” You walk up to where all of the sweets are.

“I had my chef make up those chocolate covered cookie dough bites, I thought you might like them.”

“I love those…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He kisses you cheek. “Well, let’s make up what we want and then we can go find our seats.” He chuckles at his own joke and it makes you giggle.

You each make up a tray of snacks, and head down the hall. You gasp when you see a movie poster on the wall outside of the door.

“Pretty Woman?”

“I remember you mentioning it on our first date. Would you like to watch it?”

“Sure!”

You walk inside the room. He wasn’t kidding, it really was a home theater. Three rows of luxurious recliner seats, a large screen and a projector in the back.

“Where would you like to sit?”

“Middle row?”

“Works for me.” He smiles and follows you up. He sets his food down on the chair next to him and takes his phone out. “There’s an app linked to the projector so I can just it play from here and even dim the lights.”

“Pretty cool.”

“Very cool. Makes things so much easier.”

The lights dim, and previews start playing.

“Previews from when the film first came out, makes it more immersive.”

“Nice touch.” You saw, biting into your hot dog. “Oh, wow. This is delicious.”

“All freshly made with a natural casing. Still not the best for you, but at least it’s made with good ingredients.”

You sip on your soda and toss some popcorn into your mouth as well. Once you both finish up some of the cookie dough bites, you set your trays aside, recline the chairs, and get comfortable. Harry lifts the armrest between you and puts his arm around you.

“This alright?”

“Mhm.” You cozy up to him and sigh as you watch the film.

Even though you thought he was flashing his cash again, you knew he wasn’t doing it for bad reasons. He wanted to give you a nice evening, and this was how he knew to do it. You appreciated him putting all this effort in just for you. It made you rethink your first date completely. He was just trying to show you a good time, and you felt bad for being sort of rude. You’re happy you gave him another chance.

You sling your arm over his lower stomach, and put one of your ankles over his. His cologne smelled so good, you just wanted to have him closer to you. Harry was swooning. He hadn’t felt this happy in so long. His hand strokes your arm and shoulder mindlessly as the movie goes on. You both laugh and giggle at the funnier parts. When it gets to the part of the film where Vivian goes down to where Edward is playing the piano, and she sits on top of it and they start having sex.

You bite your bottom lip and look up at Harry whose eyes are glues to the screen, but you could feel his heart beating rapidly. He notices you looking up at him and he looks down at you with a slight smile. You reach one of your hands up to the back of his neck to pull him down to you. His lips brush over yours, and then you both sink into it. You tug him by the collar of his shirt so he’s hovering over you on the large seats. You wrap your legs around his waist to have him as close as possible. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he opens up for you. You both groan into the open mouthed kiss, happy to feel the other’s tongue.

He kisses down your jaw and makes his way to your neck. Your hips buck up towards his when he starts to suck on your skin. You crane your neck to give him more access, and you practically push his head further into you. You whimper and bite your bottom lip as your hips move up towards his again. He sits up and pulls you on top of him so you can straddle him. Your lips find his again as you roll your hips down on his growing bulge. You tug at his hair as you suck on his bottom lip. His hands were press on your back to keep you close.

“Y/N?” He breathes.

“Mm?” You mumble as you kiss on his neck.

“Do you wanna take a break so we can finish the movie?”

“What, why?” You pout with your now swollen lips.

“Well, it’s just, that scene where Jason Alexander tries to…um…you know, is coming up and I’d feel weird making out while that happens.”

“Oh.” You chuckle and move off of him. “Makes sense.” He puts his arm back around you as you both catch your breaths.

Eventually the movie ends and the lights come back on. You have to blink a few times to get used to it. You and Harry grab your trays and go out the kitchen to clean everything up.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asks as he loads up the dishwasher.

“Yeah! I mean, I love that movie, and it was cool to watch it privately like that.”

“That room used to be another bedroom, I had it renovated shortly after I moved in. I’m glad I did. It got difficult to go out once the paparazzi started following my every move. Plus, it’s fun for parties. My family loves it when they come to visit.” He dries his hands on a towel and tosses it on a counter.

“Do they still follow you around?”

“Not as much anymore, thank god. At least, not to see who I’m dating. Sometimes after I do an interview for a magazine they follow me to see if I’m going out to get drunk or something.” He scoffs and shakes his head.

“You end up on a lot of thirty under thirty type magazines.”

“Yeah…I’ve done those, made it onto Forbes too, that was pretty cool. Then in a couple of years when I do turn thirty, it’ll be forty under forty. It never ends.” He shakes his head.

“How’d you end up dating some Italian model?”

He steps closer to you and tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Is that something you really wanna talk about?” He asks, just above a whisper as he starts to kiss on your neck again.

“No.” You gasp as his hands squeeze your hips. “Can we go to your bedroom?” You hear him sigh against you and he leans back against the counter.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Not ready for that yet?”

“You make zero sense!”

It’s true. Harry wasn’t making much sense. He was used to moving too fast with women, and it always went wrong. He really liked you, and he didn’t want it blowing up in his face.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He squeezes your hand. “I just think we should go out on a few more dates before we get to know each other like that…don’t you?”

“No, I’d like you to take me to your room and fuck me.” You cross your arms.

“Y/N.” He chuckles. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

You knew he was right. You felt his fully erect dick when you were grinding on him earlier.

“I just want us on the same page, make sure we both want the same things before diving into all that.”

“God, of course you’re, like, a good person.” You roll your eyes. “Fine, let’s go out a few more times.”

“Great.” He smiles. “I want you to know, too, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

“Neither am I.”

“And you won’t start, right?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Harry, I barely have the time to juggle one guy, I don’t think I’d have the energy to entertain more than one.” You laugh.

“Alright.” He blushes slightly. You step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m surprised there isn’t a line of women knocking at your door.”

“Oh, there is, I just ignore it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Kidding.”

“Mhm.”

You both smile and stand there kissing for a little while. Harry makes sure you get home, giving you a ride in his car. Just like last time, you spent most of the ride making out in the back seat. You really didn’t want to leave, but it was late and you needed to sleep. You say goodnight to each other, and he makes sure you’re inside before letting Charlie drive away.

//

“Mr. Styles, don’t forget you’ve got that gala this weekend.” Stacey says to him Monday morning.

“Shit, I’ve completely forgot about that.” He sighs. “Do I have to go?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I saw the guest list and…Carina’s going to be there.”

“Of course she is!” He groans and slumps into his chair. “Fuck, and I don’t have a date.”

“You could ask Y/N.”

“Do you think that’s something she’d wanna go to? She’d need a ball gown and-“

“She’s an electrician, but she’s still a woman. She has a lot of pretty clothes. I actually borrow a lot from her when I have events to go to.”

“She’s having me over for dinner tonight…I suppose I could ask her then.”

“Wait, she’s having you over?!”

“Yeah…” He raises an eyebrow of confusion at her.

“Wow.” She smirks. “She must really like you. She never invites guys over.” She winks at him and leaves his office.

After work, Harry has Charlie drive him over to your place. He rings your buzzer and you let him up. Your door was open a crack for him already, so he goes tight in, loosening his tie.

“Hi, Harry!” You smile.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you still had all your work clothes on, but your flannel was unbuttoned, revealing your white tank top and plenty of cleavage. You go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Not as big as your place, but it has what I need.”

“It’s lovely. One bedroom?”

“Mhm, and two bathrooms.” You say proudly. “I hope you like food from the crockpot. I set up some chili this morning before I left.”

“Chili sounds amazing, I love spicy food.” He takes his suit jacket off and throws on your couch.

“Great.” You smile and grab some sour cream and cheese from your fridge. You grab a couple of bowls and some spoons and you both serve yourselves. You both sit down at the small table you have in your kitchen.

“This is delicious, thank you.” He smiles.

“Oh, I’m so glad you like it.”

“I’m happy we could get together tonight.”

“Me too.” You smile.

You had fully warmed up to Harry at this point. You’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, and you had let many walls down. You liked him, you really liked him. You two also hadn’t done more than make out, and it was absolutely killing you.

“Do you have plans Saturday evening?”

“I don’t believe so, why? Another movie night?” You ask sort of excitedly and he chuckles.

“No, I wish. I have this charity gala to go to that I actually forgot all about until Stacey reminded me this morning. I’d love for you to join me.”

“Oh…a little fancier than I thought, but, sure.” You shrug. “I could do that. I’ll have to call my hairdresser to see if she can squeeze me in, I’m assuming I’ll probably want my hair done?”

“Only if you feel comfortable…”

“Will I need a gown?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I have a couple to choose from in my closet. Do you know what suit you’re wearing?”

“Uh, yeah, here.” He takes his phone out to show you. It was pink with a design on the front. It was beautiful.

“Hm, I think I have a green dress that would look good with this. Pink and green look so nice together.” You use your napkin to wipe your mouth and stand up. “Come on.” You nod towards the hallway.

“Come on what?”

“I wanna show you the gown I have.”

“Oh, alright.”

He follows you into your room, but he stands in the doorway as you go into your closet. It was much smaller than his, but he liked the way you decorated. You utilized a lot of space. You can always tell when a tradesperson lives somewhere because everything always looked really nice. Here were built in shelves and storage units.

“You make those?”

“Mhm, and I made this closet twice as big.” You find the gown you’re thinking of and hold it up in front of your body to show him. “What do you think? Will it do the trick?”

“It’s beautiful, Y/N. Why do you have it?”

“When I was younger I used to participate in pageants. The scholarships were super helpful for college. Anyways, past winners get invited back pretty often and you’re supposed to dress really nice when you go, so I have a couple of formal gowns for when I get those calls.”

“I never would have taken you for a pageant girl.”

“I’m not really…but I needed the money, and I figured out how to play the game. I came in first twice in two different competitions. However, the girls I participated with weren’t very nice, so I wasn’t exactly sad when I got too old for it.” You hang the dress back up. “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to look the part with all your fancy friends.” You smirk and walk out of your room. You sit on your couch and he sits next to you.

“A lot of them aren’t really friends. Acquaintances really. Um, Stacey showed me the guest list today and my ex is apparently going to be there.”

“The model?”

“Yeah.”

“Wonderful.” You scoff. “So are we finally going to have the conversation?”

“What do you mean?”

“She was your last relationship right? Tell me what happened.”

“Not much to tell. We met at a dinner party for a mutual friend. We met in London, actually, but we both had places here in the city, so we kept seeing each other. I didn’t realize how well known she was, so that’s when the paparazzi started. We were together almost a year before it just got to be too much. She wanted me to basically give it all up for her so I could travel with her, but I thought it was selfish of her to ask me to do that, so we broke up.”

“Did you love her?”

“I did.” He says bluntly. “But it wasn’t the type of love I wanted. I don’t have any feelings for her whatsoever, I want you to know that.” He places his hand on your knee. “I just know she’s going to come over to me and look you up and down, and she’s going to be really snotty. She’s…well, she’s a bitch, to put it simply.”

“And you dated her for a year because?”

“Vanity. On paper, we were the perfect match, but I realized it felt like I wasn’t living my own life anymore. I’m much happier now.” He gives your knee a squeeze.

“Alright, well, I’m sure we’ll have a good time. Is it a sit down dinner?”

“It is.”

“Open bar?”

“Yup.”

“Dancing?”

“A little.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.” You smile.

“You’re amazing, thank you.” He leans to kiss you and that was that.

//

The day of the gala, your hairdresser was able to squeeze you in for an updo. You showed her the dress you’d be wearing, so she gave you an elegant bun. You had your nails done as well. You were glad you did because you had a nasty bruise on your thumb. That’ll be the last time you use a regular hammer and not just a nail gun.

When you get home you take out an old pearl necklace that was your great-grandmother’s that would go perfectly with the green dress. It was strapless and fit to your form, with a nice slit starting at one of your thighs. You found a pair of heels that went perfectly with it, and a white shall. You apply your makeup, and take a step back to take yourself in. You looked perfect. You take a selfie to send to Stacey.

Stacey: omfg!!! You’re gonna give Carina a run for her money, have fun!

You smile at the text and find your clutch that goes with the dress. Harry picks you up around seven. You gasp when you see a limo, and not just the regular car he usually picks you up in.

“All this for the two of us?” You ask as he gets out of the car. His suit looked so good. His jaw drops when he sees you.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” He gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and help you into the limo. “The limo’s just to keep up appearances. We’re essentially walking down a red carpet into the building. Know how to pose?”

“Oh, I can give face when I need to.” You smirk. “It was fun getting all dressed up since I don’t get to often.”

“I like your flannels too, I hope you know how sexy you look in your work clothes.”

Your cheeks heat up. Harry didn’t really talk like that to you often.

“I’ll have to wear my tool belt for you sometime…just my tool belt.” You whisper in his ear and then face forward. You send a shiver up his spine. He couldn’t wait for that.

When you pull up to the event, Harry gets out first. Cameras start flashing, and he extends his hand out to you. You stand up and nearly feel blinded, but you get through it. You walk with him, his hand on the small of your back. You’d stop occasionally to be photographed. There were reports asking Harry what your name was and other questions, but he didn’t answer a single one. Once you were inside you took a deep breath.

“You did amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. How come they wanted to know who I was?”

“So they can print some story about us. I don’t wanna give up your privacy, so my lips are staying sealed for now.”

You’re brought into a large ball room. There were silent auction items all around the perimeter that Harry would need to put some money down for.

“I hate these things. I’d be happy to just donate without having to get anything in return, you know?”

You walk around with him to look at the items.

“How come you’re not writing anything down?”

“I’m waiting for other people so I can put a larger amount down. They deduct the value of the item from the actual donation, so I wanna make sure enough money gets put down.”

“That’s…really philanthropic of you, Harry.”

“All the proceeds tonight go to inner city schools to get them new computers and other technology they’re in desperate need of.”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever meet Harry’s mother, but you hoped you would just so you could thank her for raising such a kind man. You both mingle with a few people, and eventually Harry puts his bids down for a few different items.

“If I win I’ll just donate this shit. I don’t need anything else.” He shrugs.

Waiters come around with h'orderves and drinks. You snatch a flute of champagne and a shrimp puff.

“Good, babe?” He smiles at you as you lick your lips.

“Very.” You giggle.

His smile fades when he sees Carina from across the room. She had a lovely blue gown on, and some man’s arm was snaked around her waist. She sees Harry and she sends him a small wave. He clutches your hip a little tighter. You look up at him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, uh, wanna find our table?”

“Sure.”

You find your table and you both take your seat. You chat with the woman sitting next to you, and other people begin finding their seats. As the event gets started, waiters come around with food. Someone on a stage comes out and announces who has won what items. People clap. Harry won a couple of the items he bid on. He stands as people clap, and you clap as well. You kiss him on the cheek as he sits back down. Once dinner is through, some people start going out to the dance floor, and others stand around to mingle.

“Well if it isn’t the CEO himself.” Harry turns around the second he hears the accent. “Hi, Harry.”

“Hi, Carina.”

She takes him in for a gentle hug, and kisses him on both cheeks. You want to gag, but you know it’s just a cultural thing.

“And who might this be?” She looks you up and down.

“I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand and she shakes it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you.” She smiles and looks at Harry. “I’m surprised to see you here with someone.”

“Could say the same to you.” He nods over to the man she came with. He was over talking with some other people.

“Oh, that’s Richard. He’s lovely. We met a few months back. He works remotely so he’s able to travel with me. It’s perfect.”

“Good for you.”

“What do you do?” She asks you.

“I’m a union electrician.” You say with a bright smile. “I got a degree in Mathematics and then I joined the trades world.”

“Oh my…I never would have guessed.” She smiles nervously. “Harry, may I borrow you for just a moment? Andrew is here too, and he misses you so much.”

“Um…sure.” He looks at you.

“Go ahead, I need to use the ladies room as it is.”

He watches you walk away and turns back to Carina.

“Andrew’s not here.” Harry says to her.

“I know, I just said that so we could chat. She’s not for you, and you know it.”

“What makes you think you have the right to say that to me?”

“Harry, you can’t be with some blue collar worker.”

“And why not?” He scoffs. “I’ll have you know she’s lovely and elegant, but she’s also not afraid to go to McDonald’s and stuff her face. In fact, she’s not afraid of food at all.”

“I’m on a very strict diet and you know it.” She huffs.

“Why don’t you worry about yourself and Richard?”

Harry turns on his heel and walks towards the restrooms. You were just coming out when you see him waiting.

“Are you alright?” You ask him.

“Yeah, feel like having a dance?”

“Definitely.”

You take his hand as he leads you back into the ballroom and onto the dance floor. The band was only playing slower songs, but that was just fine. Harry was really light on his feet. It made you smile as he led you around.

“You about ready to get out of here?” He whispers in your ear.

“Mhm.”

He smiles at you and leads you out. He says goodbye to a few people, and gets you outside. There were still reporters, but he gets you into the limo quickly.

“So…your ex…was she civil with you?”

“Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He throws his arm around you and kisses your hairline. “Okay to come back to mine?”

“Definitely.”

He gets you up into his place and gets you a glass of water.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You tell him.

“Me too, you definitely made it more fun. Those things can be so dreadful.”

“I just look at it as a free dinner.” You laugh.

“Oh, is that all it takes with you?” He smirks.

“Pretty much. I’ll go to a party like that with you anytime.”

“Good to know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. Yours go around his neck and you start kissing. You giggle when you let go of him and see your red lipstick all over his mouth.

“Sorry.” You try to rub it off with your thumb.

“No worries.” He chuckles. “Would you like to come upstairs?”

“I would.” You take your heels off, and follow him up.

He leads you into his large bedroom. You gaze at the beautiful furniture.

“I’ve got a walk in closet too.” He says. “You’d probably appreciate the craftsmanship.”

He opens the door for you and you step inside.

“It’s beautiful. I love built ins. Whoever did this did a great job.”

“I only hire the best, but you knew that.” You grip at his suit jacket and push him up against the doorframe of the closet. You slot your lips over his and he welcomes it.

“I want you, Harry.” You say against his lips.

“I want you too.” He kisses on your neck and bites down on your shoulder.

He walks you over to his bed until your legs his the frame. He keeps you steads as his hands find the zipper on the back of dress. You push his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He unzips your dress, but holds it up.

“Are you okay with all this?” He asks.

“God, yes.”

Your dress falls to the ground and pools at your feet. Your fingers work to unbutton his shirt. His eyes widen as he looks at the underwear set you’re wearing. You were wearing a strapless black bra with a black lace thong to match. Of course you still needed to wear a bra, your breasts were too large to without. You get his shirt off and you take a step back to admire his tattoos.

“I didn’t know you had so many.” Your hands trace off the ones on his collar bones, his torso, and his hips. “Even your arms.”

‘Got a few on my legs too.” He loves the way your hands felt on his body.

“I thought you just had the cross and the anchor. These are so cool.”

“Thanks.”

Your hands move to his belt buckle and get it undone, his pants drop to the floor moments later. You lick your lips when you see his tight boxers.

“Fuck, Harry, I want you so badly.”

You push him down on the bed and straddle him. His hands go to your hips, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. He reaches up to unhook your bra, and tosses it to the floor. You switch positions so you’re lying on your back. He caresses your breasts and kisses on each of them. He puts his face between them and just enjoys the way your skin feels on him. You start giggling and he looks up at you.

“Breast man, huh?”

“Sorry, was that weird? You just have such a beautiful body.”

“Not weird at all, they’re yours to play with.” You grin.

“Oh, I like the sound of that a lot.”

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks harshly. You gasp as your hips buck up towards him. He does the same thing to the other before kissing down your body. His hands tug your thong below your hips.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

You lift your hips to help him. He looks down at you and then up to your eyes.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Make you feel good.”

“Sure, but I wanna hear you say what exactly is going to make me feel good.”

His eyes darken as he looks at you.

“Y/N, I’m going to lick into your cunt until you’re screaming that you can’t take it anymore.”

Your mouth falls open as he parts your legs. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. Sucking on where he pleases. He uses his forearm to hold your hips down when he finally gets his tongue on you. He licks a flat stripe from your center up to your clit. You clutch at the soft blankets on his bed as you watch him. He makes eye contact with you when he starts to suck on your clit.

“Oh my god.” You moan as your head falls back. You feel him smirk against you. You start to tug at his curls when he swirls his tongue around you and then flicks it quickly on the nub. “Christ.” You say through gritted teeth.

His tongue moves back to your center where he licks into you. He groans at the taste of you. His middle and index finger move to rub your clit in circles while he uses his tongue to essentially fuck you. Your body was starting to feel hot all over, and you could feel a familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach. He assumes you’re starting to get close because you were starting to tighten around his tongue. He licks back up to your clit, and plunges his fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out as his fingers work your insides. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel him knuckle deep. “Harry, it’s so good, don’t stop!”

He groans his response as he sucks on your clit again. He curls his fingers up against your front wall where he knew you needed it. He feels you pulsating around him. He could hear you panting and it was music to his ears.

“Shit, oh, fuck, oh my god!” You scream as your orgasm washes over you. He continues to pump his fingers slowly to help you ride it out.

He sits up on his knees and wipes the slick away from his chin with the back of his hand. He licks his lips and smirks at you. You catch your breath and look up at him. You sit up slightly and grab at the band of his boxers.

“Do you want me to-“

“Next time, I really just want to fuck you.”

You bite your lip and nod at him. He takes his boxers off and your eyes grow wide when you see his full length. You spread your legs back apart for him, and he lines himself up.

“Shit, uh…condom.” He backs away from you and rummages through his night table for one.

“I’m on the pill…”

“Found one!” He looks at you. “What did you say?”

“I’m on the pill…if you didn’t feel like using one.” Your cheeks were starting to grow red. “I’m clean. Wouldn’t have let you go down on me if I wasn’t.”

“I’m clean too. So…you don’t want me to use one?”

“Nah, I kind of want you to come inside me if I’m being honest.”

“Jesus.” He grunts and tosses the condom aside. He gets back between your legs and rubs his tip along your slick folds and clit. “You’re positive?”

“Yes.”

He leans down to kiss you as he slowly pushes inside. He swallows you gasp and moan once he bottoms out. You tighten around him involuntarily. He gives you a moment to relax and adjust to him. You hadn’t been stretched out like this since god knows when.

“Go on.” You whisper.

He smiles into your neck as he starts to rock in and out of you. Your arch up into him. Your hands search for a nearby pillow.

“Hold on.” You tell him and lift your hips up, sliding a pillow under you. “Okay.”

“You’re killing me.” He breathes.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth as his thrusts pick up the pace. You wrap your legs around him and move along with him. Your hands slide down to his ass so your nails can sink into the fleshy area. He bites down on your collar bone as you keep moving along with him. He was used to women just starfishing under him, this was so nice. He felt really connected to you.

“Oh, shit.” You press your forehead into his chest. “Harry.” You moan.

“Gonna come again?”

“Mhm.”

He snakes a hand between the two of you so he can rub your clit, and that pushes you over the edge. Your nails rake up from his ass to his back as you come, making him moan out at the overwhelming feeling of being marked up by you.

“Can I bend you over the bed?”

You moan out your response. He pulls out of you and gets you on your feet, bending you over. He grips your hips and slips back inside you. All you can hear is his skin slapping against yours. You prop yourself up on your elbows and arch your back. He was hitting so fucking deep, and his tip was brushing against your g-spot. One of his hands goes back to your clit while the other grips the back of your neck while he pounds into you.

“Taking it so well, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Feels so good, fuck!”

He watches as your back arches more and sweat slides down your spine.

“I’m, I’m close.” He says.

“Yeah? You wanna come?”

“Yes, fuck.” He moans out and fills you up while you come again with him.

He had you screaming just like he said he would. He hold you close to him for a moment, his chest flush with your back. He kisses your back before pulling out. You clamp your legs together before anything has a chance to make a mess.

“Let me get you a rag.”

“S’okay, I’ll just use the bathroom.” He helps you stand up and you turn to face him. You grab him by the back of his neck to kiss him. “That was really nice.” You giggle.

You waddle to his bathroom while he grabs a fresh pair of boxers. You clean yourself up and come back out.

“Can I give you something to wear?”

“Please.” You smile. You couldn’t stop smiling, really.

He hands you one of his bed shirts. It had his initials embroidered on the chest pocket. He watches as you button it up.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.” You crawl onto the bed with him. You throw a leg over his and rest your head on his chest. He looks down at you and cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You make me really happy, Y/N.”

“You make me happy too, Harry. I may even let you stay over at my place sometime.” You chuckle.

“I’d like that.” He kisses your forehead. “But only if I’m staying over there as your boyfriend.” He grins.

“I think I’d feel comfortable with that.” You kiss his soft, swollen lips.

“Really? You’re into all this, you’re not just saying that because we had some hot sex?”

“Harry.” You giggle. “The sex was really hot, and I may have had my reservations about you, but we’ve gotten to know each other well, I’d like to be your girlfriend. Let’s make it official.”

“I have to warn you, I’m gonna want to spoil you rotten. You may get annoyed with me.”

“You can’t buy my affection, just remember that.”

“I know, I just can’t help wanting to just give you everything you want.”

“You’re what I want. I don’t care about all this.” You gesture to his extravagant bedroom.

“I know you don’t, I think that’s why I like you so much. You could care less!” He laughs. “It’s amazing. You’re totally not shallow. It’s refreshing.” He settles down further into the bed and you kiss him a few times on the cheek.

“I get busy a lot. When there’s over time I take it. I may have to break dates once in a while.”

“Same here.”

“If you’re traveling, I won’t be able to just drop everything to go with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I like that you work hard and that you actually want to work. You have an honest job, and I really admire that.”

“Thanks.” You kiss on his chest. He liked that you were a kisser. Harry loved being loved on. “However, if you want to plan a trip to that beach house of yours…I certainly could put in for some vacation time.”

“You’d love it out there. It’s nice and private, we’d have our own beach. I have a boat too with a kitchen and bedroom below deck. It’s great.”

“This will definitely take some getting used to.” You laugh. “I’ll have to keep bringing you to dive bars so to knock you down a peg.” You joke.

“Whatever you need to do.” He smirks.

“I’m also going to teach you how to cook. We don’t need to have a catered meal every time we hang out here.”

“That seems fair. Could we start with that chili you made? It was so fucking good.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

You sigh happily and snuggle into his chest as he holds you. You both slept really well that night. You weren’t sure what exactly being a girlfriend to a CEO would entail, but as long as the both of you stayed on the same page about your values, you saw this relationship lasting for a very long time.

[minniepetals]

caramel macchiato

— summary: once known as the dark and ruthless gang members, fell for the one that was as sweet as a caramel macchiato.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff / poly!au / mafia!au

— word count: 5.3k

— warnings: gangs, robbery, attempted harassment 

Yoongi always loved his coffee black. Until he met you.

The sweet aroma of coffee meeting his nose the second he walked into the café always made him want to vomit. But then he saw you, a new worker he hadn't seen before and was greeted by a sweeter smile much sweeter than the smell of sugary coffee the locals were beginning to grow fond of.

"Good afternoon, may I take your orders?"

Your smile looked so precious, the way you swept your hair back from getting in the way of your face, your soft fingertips, soft lips, eyes he knew he'd fall into a daydream if he wasn't too cautious of looking at it for too long. 

"What's popular around here?" He asked and beside him, Hoseok blinked, wondering what in the world got his boyfriend to go against drinking his usual black coffee.

"I would recommend the caramel macchiato. It's sweet and very delicious."

A smirk curled at the corner of Hoseok's lips, understanding with content. "We'll take seven caramel macchiatos please," the man said, blinding you with a sweet smile of his own.

Yoongi turned to the man, his face dumbfounded as he stared at his boyfriend. But Hoseok just shrugged as he took out his credit card to pay.

"He's whipped," Hoseok laughed as he and Yoongi took their seats in the van.

"Whipped?" Jungkook scoffed, taking his coffee as it passed around. "What are you talking about, hyung?"

"There's a new barista in town, little one, and she's got Yoongi already wrapped around her little fingers."

"For real?" Taehyung laughed, amused at the sight of a caramel macchiato in Yoongi's hand.

"Shut up Hoseok," the said man blushed. "You shouldn't be talking. You ordered seven coffee and you don't even like coffee."

"Why are they all caramel macchiatos?" Jimin groaned because like Yoongi, he preferred his coffees bitter.

"Oh trust me, if you saw her yourself, you'd just want to get anything she recommends." Hoseok shook his head lightly thinking back on that short little encounter with you. He wasn't sure why but you just looked like someone he wanted to protect from everything. "I've heard of love at first sight but never actually believed it until now."

"You hopeless romantic," Seokjin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious!"

"Even if you are, Hoseok. We've already got plenty of people in this relationship," Namjoon said, sending pointed eyes to the smiling man. "Eight's a crowd."

"You won't be saying that if you actually saw her."

"Even so, darling, the gang life isn't meant for everyone. Keep her out of this."

The maknae line saw you next.

Just a little stroll around town because things had calmed down with their deals and such so they decided to just walk around. There wasn't really much to see, just the typical same buildings because the town was pretty small so they've been through every part of the area already.

So when they stumbled upon that same café, they decided why not check out the new girl that had both their two hyungs whipped.

Walking into the shop, the first thing they witnessed was a girl with her back facing them and some man that was complaining to her. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the sight but decided to help out. He had nothing better to do anyway.

Just before the man could take his cup of coffee and splash it all over the girl, Jungkook held the hand back while Taehyung took her hand to pull her back and Jimin stood in front of her in case the coffee split around the area, which did in fact happened.

"I suggest leaving before you cause anymore problems," the maknae threatened. The man would have protested if it wasn't for the death glare Jungkook gave him. A spat of curses left his lips before he stomped out.

"Thank you so much," the soft voice behind them said and they all turned around to find you, the new barista, who bowed in thanks before lifting your head up and their eyes widened.

Your eyes glowed of a thousand starlights, yet glossy and on the verge of tears with what had happened and suddenly they all wanted to run out and give the man a good punching. But they decided against violence that day and instead stayed there with you. They'd rather stare at you all day than to deal with someone else not worth their times.

"Jungkook," the maknae said, holding out a hand for you.

You blinked, a little taken back because they were all handsome and suddenly one of them was giving you their name. He gave you a small smile of politeness and you returned it, giving them your name.

"She's so beautiful hyung, you were right," Taehyung sighed dreamily after getting back. He plopped himself down on the couch, daydreaming all over again with thoughts of you.

"No wonder you were whipped," Jimin agreed, not being able to contain himself as he pulled Hoseok into an abrupt kiss. "I wanna kiss her lips," he added, a little whined coming out from him.

"Y/N."

"Y/N?" Yoongi asked, wondering why the youngest was saying a name that certainly didn't belonged to any of them. Yet for some reason, he liked how it sounded.

"Her name," Jungkook said almost breathlessly just thinking about it all over again.

Curious about the whole hype, Seokjin laughed aloud. "Should I check her out too? I wanna see what's got you all so whipped."

Behind him, Namjoon sighed as he shook his head. "I'm serious about what I said. Whoever she is, don't bring her into our mess."

But fate didn't like going according to one's plans, it liked to go by its own wishes.

Even if that meant putting your own life in danger.

Closing up the shop had started to become a routine for you since you often stayed up later than the rest and your boss trusted you enough to close up.

But one night made everything go downhill as you were approached by some drunk stranger.

"Hey pretty angel," the man sparked you a smile of his own and shivers were quick to run down your spine. The streets were dark and you tried to look for anyone close by but there wasn't anyone and that was what frightened you even more.

"S-sorry but I—"

He grabbed your wrist before you could continue on your path and you gasp, tears quick to well up your eyes because you didn't like it, the way he's held you tightly.

"Come on, don't be afraid."

But it was far too late for that.

"Please let me go."

"Come with me, it'll be fun I promise you. You'll—"

"The lady said let her go." Another voice came into the scene, a deeper, graver voice, as he grabbed the hand that held yours and held it tightly, causing the drunk man to wail in pain as he's forced to let you go.

Someone else stepped in front of you, another man, shielding your body from the drunk man.

Normally Namjoon didn't like to meddle in other's businesses but he knew from the moment he and Seokjin heard the little whimpers that left your lips, they couldn't just let you be.

"Let go! Let go!" The man begged as he cried in pain but Namjoon's grip only tightened.

"Next time I'll cut your hand off," he threatened. "Don't mess around with vulnerable women like this." The second he pushed the guy off, he was quick to run off, terrified of Namjoon.

"Are you alright?" Seokjin asked you as he looked back, a bit of concern filling his eyes.

You nodded at his question but they could tell you were still shaken up.

"Don't walk around the streets alone at night, it's dangerous," Namjoon warned you with a voice much calmer, a little more gentle than he had been with the drunken guy. "Walk where there are people, alright?"

"T-thank you," you choked out, giving them bows of gratitude.

The tears in your eyes had hurt their hearts for a second, the way it trailed down your cheeks. Sure, maybe you were beautiful despite the tears but perhaps they preferred it if you were smiling instead.

Later that night, unknowingly to them that you were the same person the rest of the Bangtan was swooning over, Namjoon and Seokjin went to bed thinking of how it'd be nice to see you again. To see a smile rested upon your face instead of the tears.

What they didn't expect were their wishful thinkings to actually come true exactly the next day when the two of them walked in with Jimin, at the coffee shop you worked at because Jimin felt eager to show them who the girl they had practically fallen in love with.

Yet Jimin never got the chance to tell them exactly who you were because once you locked gazes with Namjoon and Seokjin, your eyes widened instantly, the memories of the night before still clear in your minds.

"Oh!" You gasped a little and they couldn't help but admire the way your eyes lit up, cute lips gaped into a small circle as you recognized Namjoon and Seokjin.

"We meet again," Seokjin gave a small smirk while Jimin stood there, confused by the interaction.

"Thank you again for last night," you said, bowing again but rather than the tears that were there the night before, you gifted the two of them your smiles instead. "And hello again, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin wanted to swoon at the way you called his name but he knew he had other questions first.

"What the hell was that?" He asked the second the three of them gathered in the van.

"What happened?" Taehyung asked.

"Seems like these two met Y/N before I could even introduce her to them."

"Oh?" Yoongi raised a brow.

"She was walking alone last night when we stumbled upon a drunk man all over her," Namjoon spoke bluntly but it was quick to have the rest of them riled up.

"He didn't hurt her, right?" Hoseok wanted to confirm as his grip on the wheel tightened just thinking about it. First, it was a rude man going at you and now a drunk man.

"No, she's alright," Seokjin assured but it didn't lessen their anger.

"Why can't we claim her already?" Jungkook grunted with a subtle whine. "Y/N's too beautiful to resist, we can't have every man taking what's ours."

"She's not ours," Namjoon emphasized as he took a sip from his caramel macchiato before adding, "Not yet at least."

~~

"You're cute."

The straightforward confession that fell out of Jungkook's lips left your cheeks to turn a blush rose almost immediately as the coffee cup you held in hand almost spilled because you were so flustered.

"Careful," Taehyung grinned as he went on to steady your hand but that did nothing to help.

"U-Uh..." It was so cute, how flustered you were as you tried to hand them each their drinks while trying to respond to Jungkook's flirting. "T-thank you...?"

"Cute as in I like you."

The last cup, Yoongi's cup, landed a little harder than you intended, causing a few substances to spill on your hand.

"I'm so sorry." You cringed at your awkwardness but Yoongi was quicker to grab a napkin, holding your hand in his as he wiped the spilled substance off your hand.

"Cute as in we like you."

You had no idea what to say. Suddenly the handsome seven men whom you've met through the days of your work were suddenly confessing their little crushes on you and you didn't know what to do.

Luckily you were saved with someone called your name and you were quick to respond, apologizing to them as you ran off, thankful for that opportunity to slip away.

It wasn't as if you weren't pleased, in fact, you felt really happy. Happy with butterflies flying all about your tummy you had no idea what to do at all.

Because it was them you were talking about. The seven heartthrobs that you had been warned about from your friend of a coworker who wouldn't shut up about them.

And now? To find out that they liked you?

You found it almost impossible.

"Hey, Sori?"

While in the process of making a cup of coffee for a costumer, she replied, "Yeah?"

"Those seven guys you've always been swooning about?" Her smile appeared almost instantly at the mention and your heart almost dropped for a moment, wondering how it'd be if it were she they were fond of instead. "You mentioned they were dating, right?"

A squeak of a fangirl squeal escaped her lips. "Isn't that amazing? Imagine if they fell for a girl and she joined the relationship. Oof, I can never."

Fell for a girl.

"I mean think about it, they're bad boys, like bad bad boys. No one would ever dare to look her way if they knew what they were going for."

Your brows furrowed a little yet you were still afraid to look their ways. "What do you mean?"

"Y/N-ah," she chuckled, "they're in a gang."

~~

You know it wasn't right, that you should not have gotten closer to them but despite all the warnings, for some reason, they felt anything but dangerous.

Not with the ways they would all stare down at any men trying to have their ways with you, whether rudely or flirtatiously, and blocked your body against them if they ever tried to grab ahold of you. Because more than anything, you felt safe with them around.

The coffee shop had gotten a bit popular and although at first the busy shifts gave you more pay due to the more hours you put yourself in, and you were thankful, it started to get a bit overwhelming especially with the men trying to make their ways into your heart — or your pants for that matter.

And even though the seven of them had been quick and blunt about their confessions, you felt more at ease with them around.

Gangsters or not.

Because at a moment when they had to use violence for the first time, it was the moment you felt the safest.

It was another late night shift where you were the last to close up when a robbery suddenly occurred and you were quick to call Namjoon's phone.

You couldn't say a word though, not before the robber found you and held a gunpoint at your head.

"Give me all the money," he demanded and that was all Namjoon had to hear before he shut down the deals with another gang and the seven of them were flying straight over to the familiar coffee shop they've seen for months.

By the time they got there, the robbers was just about to leave the store but was never able to with Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi quick to deal with them as the rest ran into the shop, finding you up against a corner hugging yourself as cries escaped your lips.

You looked so small, too precious and pure and it broke their hearts seeing you completely scared out of your mind.

"Y/N—"

You flinched at the contact of Taehyung's hand and he was afraid for a moment that you wouldn't want to do anything with them because, well, they're gangsters and things like guns and violence were an everyday thing to them. He was afraid you'd back away from him, afraid of him.

But contrary to his fears, the second you recognized the voice, your arms were wrapped around his torso almost immediately.

"T-Taehyung..-" You choked out, climbing into his lap and clinging onto him like a small little koala. He could feel your trembling body, the tears soaking his shirt but he couldn't care any less.

"It's okay baby, we've got you. You're alright now."

The soft assuring whispers that left them all added with Taehyung's warmth was what calmed you down.

Ever since then, Namjoon made sure you never left the coffee shop alone.

There was always a member or two to stay up with you, walking you home, keeping you safe from anyone that dared to try and approach you.

Because even though you still weren't their baby girl just yet, they still had to make sure you were alright and that no one would hurt and scare you like that ever again.

"Are you ever going to give us a reply?" Jungkook, ever the brave one, spoke up just as you were about to walk up the building of your apartment.

You looked back as both he and Jimin gave you expecting eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Our confession," Jimin frowned. "We never got an answer."

"O-Oh." There you were again, blushing like a cute little doll. "I-I'm sorry, I just..." you trailed off a little, eyes avoiding there's to stare at the ground and for that, their hearts sank. "I'll give you an answer, I promise. Just..just not right now."

What was the problem, they wanted to ask. Surely all the time they've spent with you had given you a clear answer for your feelings, right? Yet why were you still hesitant to give them a reply?

But Jimin and Jungkook knew not to pressure you upon giving them a reply. You'd let them know when you were ready.

"Okay."

Though they said that, you knew they were also getting a little impatient and you bit your lower lip, not knowing what to say except to bid them goodbye as you closed the door to walk up to your room.

Their subtle disappointed faces didn't leave your mind that whole night, however.

But you didn't know how else to answer them.

You were scared. Not because of them being in the gang, you knew more than anyone that they'd protect you under any circumstances.

It was the fact that you weren't sure whether you were ready or not. You've never done relationships before and to suddenly join an already established relationship? What if fights broke out and something went wrong? Like them falling out of love with you and they'd drop you in mere seconds, deciding you weren't worth their time anymore.

You had always been afraid of getting into a relationship simply because you've been there, watching as your close friends came to you, crying in your arms because of what the other party had done to them.

Your heart broke each time they came to you, left even more broken than you could ever imagine.

You were scared because you weren't sure whether it'd work out or not.

You were afraid of being left alone, left to deal with the heartbreak later on in the future by yourself.

Sure it sounded promising at the moment but that was how everything went until months later and things ended up falling apart.

You were afraid of loving.

Yet as the nights continued passing as you laid there in your bed, thoughts running all over the place as you continuously allowed them to wait and wait and wait, you began to fear the fact that perhaps what if they'd get tired of waiting?

You wouldn't know what to do because the relationship is an almost.

They've declared their loves for you and you knew you've begun to fall for them as well. All that was left was you telling them the truth before everything was too late and the waiting was no more.

So it was your fear that left you reaching out for your phone in the middle of the night, dialing the first number that you caught sight of while scrolling down your contact log.

"Y/N? Something wrong?"

The concern in Hoseok's voice was what made your heartbeat raise even more. Even though he had no idea why you were calling, his first instinct was to ask whether you were alright or not. They've always been like that and you figured, perhaps they were going to be worth all the heartbreaks.

"No, I just..." He could hear the hesitation in your voice but remained patient to hear you out. "Are you busy right now?"

"Uh..well..." Your heart sank a little while on the other line, Hoseok looked up, meeting the eyes of Namjoon who was in the middle of negotiations and Seokjin who was asking silently what was going on. "What is it? Do you need us?" He asked instead of replying.

"I-I..." You trailed off again. "I'm sorry."

He blinked, head tilting a little to the side not understanding you while the maknaes continued giving him curious stares. "Why are you sorry, baby?" Yoongi's brows furrowed a bit, wanting to hear the conversation Hoseok was holding with you.

"Can I be selfish for a second, Hoseok?"

He wanted to smile for a moment upon hearing your request but refrained from it, knowing fully well that anyone else besides the guys and you could never see him in such a light. "Go on," he hummed. You've never been selfish with any of them before and he wanted to know what you were about to ask of him.

"I miss you," you said and his world froze for a split second.

The hesitation in Hoseok caught the attention of the other six as Namjoon tried to speed things up, knowing a phone call with you in the middle of the night had to be important. You rarely called in the middle of the night.

"I miss you, Hoseok, I miss all of you and I..-" The words seemed to spill out of you. "I want to see you so badly I don't know why I've been holding back for so long, I—"

"No, hold that thought." He stood up abruptly, alerting the other gang but Hoseok couldn't care less about it. Not when you were right there on the other line, about the say the words he and his other six boyfriends have been wanting to hear. He met their eyes with a subtle smirk. "I want to hear that in person. Face to face."

"Hoseok—"

"Ten minutes." He grabbed his jacket as the others filed along, not even bothering to explain their sudden leave because they had better things to do. "Just wait ten minutes, sweetheart."

Your heart was drumming like a maniac by the time Hoseok hung up and without much thought, you got up to quickly check yourself in the mirror before throwing a warm jacket over you, rushing out the door because you didn't want to wait in your room.

What should have been a ten minute drive went down to five and before you knew it, they were right there, out the van, waiting for you to speak.

The tears came out before your words do. "I'm sorry," you apologized first as you went on to wipe the tears that never seemed to stop but they were there surrounding you before you could get the next words out. "I was just scared, I didn't know what I should have been feeling but I don't care right now because I..-" You looked up from the tears that blurred your eyes, lips smiling a bit, "I like you—so much. So much that I—"

Before you could say anything else, a sweet searing kiss had covered your chaste lips. You couldn't process who it was — the maknae — before someone else grabbed your body and slammed their own lips upon yours.

By the time the third one had claimed your lips and you were passed onto someone else's arms, you found yourself instinctively pulling away before they could kiss you. "Mmn, I..-"

Yoongi smiled knowingly, understanding that seven first kisses were a little overwhelming for someone who's being kissed for the first time — especially since you've already been kissed by the eager and impatient maknae line — and instead settle for a tender kiss on your temple.

"Sorry." Your lips pressed together in a slight pout but they shook their heads assuringly.

"Don't be," Namjoon said, "we have all the time in the world."

The soft promise he gave you made your heart flutter a little more. "Even so, I don't want to be alone tonight," you told them. "I have the day off tomorrow. Can I stay with you tonight and tomorrow? Please?"

You didn't even have to beg and they would have allowed you in but it was cute when you did.

"I love you," Seokjin professed as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. It might've been a little straightforward, a little too quick, but he knew, they all knew for certain that they loved you.

You smile softly at his words. "I think I love you too."

~~

When you woke up due to the sunlight hitting your face, Namjoon had quickly pretended he was still asleep and not staring at you the whole time from the moment he woke up.

You were caught into between the man and Hoseok with Hoseok's arms wrapped around you as you laid sideways, facing Namjoon. It felt like a peaceful morning. The others were already awake, off elsewhere in the house doing their business while Hoseok had yet to wake.

It was a silent morning and Namjoon wondered what you were thinking until he felt you shift a little before soft plush lips kissed him right on his lips.

It was the sweetest yet shortest kiss he had ever received and hoped for more but he kept himself still, surpassing the urge to smile.

One hand was stroking Hoseok's hand while the other went on to trace Namjoon's face. He wondered what was going on in that little head of yours, wanting to greet your morning with a sweeter and longer kiss but when you simply nuzzled against his chest, Namjoon smiled contently, happy for just being able to feel your love.

"I love you," you breathed before turning around to face Hoseok and delivering the same words to him.

Namjoon let out a little sigh of content as he pulled your body flushed against his. "I love you too."

You giggled and he placed a soft kiss on your head.

"Breakfast's ready. You guys up?" Seokjin came to poke his head in the room just as you began to stretch your limbs, an adorable yawn leaving your lips.

"Hobi's still asleep," you said lethargically and Namjoon chuckled.

"Wake him, baby."

"He likes to wake up with kisses," Seokjin added and your cheeks flushed for a moment.

You had to be bold again to initiate a kiss but with the two of them watching this time. Just minutes before you had done it bravely for Namjoon but no one was there to see it at that time so it was easier. But now? Waking Hoseok up with kisses? You looked back at Namjoon with some bit of worry in your eyes but he only beckoned you to go on, encouraging you.

Bravely, you stared at the man that laid in front of you, sweet lips tempting you to kiss him even in sleep. He had no idea what he was doing to you but you were glad for that. You shifted forward, placing your hands on his face as you called his name. "Hoseok?" You said. "It's time to wake up."

It wasn't enough so you leaned in, pressing a light kiss on his lips. "Wake up," you urged but he only shifted, groaning in sleep. You pouted and went on to press another kiss, on his nose. Then his eyes, his cheeks, his forehead, down between his brows, and back upon his lips. "Ho—"

The moment your lips left him, you were pinned onto your back with Hoseok hovering over you before you could register what was happening. The other two just stared with fondness, liking where your kisses had led to. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby," Hoseok growled softly, his voice groggy from having just woken up.

"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked and all dark thoughts dissolved away at the sight of your flushed face from the tip of your nose to your two little ears. Hoseok couldn't take things too fast just yet, you had just become theirs, their sweet precious girl too pure for the world.

So he just chuckled after meeting Namjoon's fond gaze. "For what? Hm?" He prompted, leaving little trails of butterfly kisses on your face. "For kissing me?" He asked. "For loving me?" He asked. "For being mine? Ours?"

You shrunk away at the overwhelming gestures but Namjoon was there to catch you, wrapping his arms around you. "I-It's too early in the morning," you whine a little but they only laughed.

"Never too early to love you, little one," Namjoon proclaimed.

"Mm...J-Jin..-"

"Come on, don't overwhelm our baby too much," the older one softly chided as he walked over to stop the 94 liner's ministrations and held out his hand for you. You gladly took it, thankful for the rescue though you knew the other two meant well. Once you were up and out of bed, he ruffled your bedhead before delivering you a kiss of his own. "Good morning."

You giggled. "Morning."

Who knew finally confessing your love would lead to a series of heart pounding moments with them? Well, you knew that if you were to ever date them, things like that would be a norm but to actually experience it was a whole new world that made you swoon every time, falling more and more in love.

You squeezed Seokjin's hand as the two of you left the room, hoping to silently tell him your happiness and he smiled sweetly, understanding completely, while the other two trailed behind slowly.

"Y/N!" Jungkook couldn't contain his excitement the moment he caught sight of your figure emerging into the kitchen, quick to run to you and pick you up as he spun you around, causing little laughter of squeals to leave you. "How are you still so beautiful even though you've just woken up?" He pouted a little and you were just about to ruffle his head when Taehyung stole you away.

"I made pancakes—!"

"Me too!"

You laughed aloud at the 95 liners eagerly showing you their works of art while Yoongi sat in his seat, clearly still tired.

"I had to help them," he grumbled sleepily so you went to place a soft kiss on his head.

"Can't wake up until you've had your coffee, hm?"

Yoongi chuckled as he held you against him, your body in between his thighs while he rested his head against your tummy. "I need coffee."

"I'll make it."

"For me too!" The rest of them filed in one after the other, wanting your coffee as well.

"You know," you giggled, "you guys don't have to drink caramel macchiatos if you aren't particularly fond of it. It was just my suggestion."

"I once preferred my drinks dark and bitter," Jimin said as he propped his head against your shoulder.

"And I didn't even liked coffee."

"Neither did I," Hoseok added in after Taehyung.

"But sometimes trying something new can open our eyes to better things," Jungkook grinned.

"Like you."

You blinked, titling your head to the side at Seokjin's words. "Like me?"

"Like you," Namjoon affirmed.

Yoongi looked up to meet your eyes. "The black coffee? It's dark and bitter like our cruel world. It's dangerous and frightening, like how we are with everyone else. But the second we got a taste of the sweet coffee...you..." He gifted you a sweet smile of his own. "We will never get tired of it, my dear."

"Never?" Your voice was soft, small, a whisper. But they heard it and you were once again surrounded with overwhelming love.

"Never," they vowed.

You still couldn't believe it, seven ruthless gangsters so cruel to anyone else that would dare cross their paths, yet acting like lovesick teenagers in your presence. A love so sweet that they vowed to last until the end of time, and they deemed to prove it to you from now on.

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

1 | Subterranean Homesick Alien

(gif it’s not mine! let me know if you’re the owner!)

pairing: tom holland x reader / tom holland x brazilian reader (she’s from brazil here, but you can picture her being of any place that you want! Since the story wouldn’t change bc of that) 

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut, but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.4 k

Summary: Y/n has always been best friends with Harrison and Tom. Since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

A conflict of feelings, the non-acceptance of falling in love and the fear of losing her best friend, all in the head of an 17-year-old teenager. And on top of that, still having to fear of not being accepted for college.

a/n: 

This is a series i have in portuguese on my wattpad! It’s kinda long and have 2 parts haha but i decided to translate to post here too :) 

It was my first fanfic ever, so be aware lol

I never been to europe, so i’m sorry for any mistake about city features or how school works...

I just want to thank @petesrparker​ : Gio you’re the best and thank you for always helping me and hype up this series since the beginning! Seriously, you’re the best, this story would be nothing without you 😭❤

She even did a playlist for this! ikr? She’s amazing 💕 you can check out here if you want! 

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It was 2 minutes to 7am and I was late for school. Running to put on my warm sweatshirt and getting ready psychologically to go out in a cold weather, I grabbed my keys and tried to lock the door almost dropping my backpack on the floor. It was almost summer, but my town wasn't disappointed in having very cold mornings and hot afternoons.

"Shit," I murmured as I kicked the door, insisting that didn't want to close it. "Why hasn't my mom called someone to fix this thing yet?" I spoke to myself and finally managed to close it hearing a click. Coming down the stairs practically running, I closed the small gate and strode down the street.

I lived with my parents in a town called Kingston-upon-Thames, in a tiny two-bedroom house, very close to the school. You just need to walk about 4 blocks and voilá, I could already see the entrance gate and the familiar faces of the gringos. I was in the last year of high school, just turned 17 and I was born in Brazil, but grew up in London, when my father had to move because of his work, when I was only 6 years old. Obviously we weren't rich, my father worked with woodwork, and my mother currently worked in a small flower shop in the city center. But when my father received an offer to move to another country, he didn't think twice. Learn another culture, a new language and still earn some good money?An offer that cannot be refused.

The first time we arrived it was very strange, only my father knew intermediate English and my mother and I obviously did not know a single word. But we quickly befriended a family that lived on our street: the Osterfields. Jenna and Carter were the parents of two children: Harrison, the same age as me and little Charlotte (newborn at the time). Harrison and I immediately became inseparable, and he became like a brother to me and our families became one.

Obviously with him, also came nothing more and nothing less than: the Holland family. Nikki and Dom had 4 male children, one my age: Tom, Harry and Sam twins, 3 years younger and Paddy who was born 2 years later. So the family just grew, our parents became best friends, and me, Harrison and Tom became an unbeatable trio. There was no Y/n, without Tom and Harrison and vice versa, we're always together.

We went to the same school since always. As Haz lived only a few houses below mine, we meet and go together and Tom, who lived on the other side of the school, met us at the gate every day.

I went down the street and saw Haz sitting on the wall in front of his house, fiddling with his cell phone with a earphone, as soon as I approached he raised his head and smiled.

- Finally, I thought you aren’t going to class today. - He said getting up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

- Good morning to you too Haz. - I said laughing and hooking my arm on him, while we went down the street. - You know that now that my mom is working on the other side of town she leaves early and then I have to wake up by myself, which is clearly a problem.

- Sleepyhead, - he said and I playfully tapped his arm while he laughed.

- Well, i'm, what can I say? Sleeping is the best thing in the world. - I said. - Did you do the history homework?

- Wich history homework? - He stopped suddenly looking at me in shock.

- Harrison Osterfield, you are not going to tell me that you forgot the work that I talked about it every day for almost a month. - I said putting my hand on my waist scolding him.

- Well ... I completely forgot. - Haz said scratching the back of his head with the face of a stray dog. -I was busy decorating the lines from the play.

- Wow Harrison, that way you will fail and then you'll  came crying to me. 

- Ok mom, sorry! But was it for today? Can I copy it and give it to you later? 

- Ok, but just this time, and do me a favor to exchange practically all the words I used or i'll be in trouble. - I said taking out my briefcase, while he held my backpack and I handed him my work. 

- I love you... - he said giving me back my backpack and hugging me, kissing my head afterwards.

- And I don't love you at all, bummer. - I giggled and we rounded the corner of the school.

Tom was already leaning against the side of the gate with his backpack between his legs, talking to a guy who was doing theater with him and Harrison. He was laughing at something, wearing a black hoodie, his hair was a little messy under his hood and his nose was slightly red from the cold. For some reason my stomach did some flips as we approached.

Harrison and Tom were very handsome, there was no denying it, they were half nerds, half bad boys (in the sense of forgetting to study for the exam or not doing their homework once in a while), they did theater, they were nice and got along very well with girls since they started puberty. As for me, I was the nerd who was always concerned about grades and getting into the journalism college, I didn't always have excellent grades, but they were enough to pass or impress the professors when I felt inspired. I wasn't popular, but not a completely ghost too, because being best friends with the boys ended up calling attention in some way.

The only boyfriend I had was a guy named Steven, and also my first kiss, to at age 15, but we broke up last year. Steven was cool, but we had different views on things and use to think about completely different futures, so we thought it was best to broke up. And since then I'm alone and very well, thank you.

But since I broke up with Stev, for some reason I've started to have some weird feelings for Tom. Weird in the meaning of being shy around him, with whatever he does, or whatever words he exchanges with me. Which is ridiculous, because he's my childhood friend, and I never felt any of that with Haz, so why with him I feel? I always saw Haz as my brother, but with Tom it's different, and I never understood why.

Anyway, here I was with my heart beating faster and faster as we approached. As soon as we got close, Tom waved goodbye to the guy he was talking. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and patted Haz on the back, kissing my forehead afterwards, which I immediately feel my cheeks burning with embarrassing, but no one realized.

- Hey mates! Finally! I thought you weren't coming anymore.- he said as the three of us went through the gate towards the school.

- The madam here, was the one who ended up sleeping too much, I was also waiting a long time.- Haz said and I rolled my eyes, making Tom smile.

- I understand Y/n, I also love sleeping... By the way, I said I was waiting a long time, but actually I just arrived. - He laughed - Your mother started working on that flower shop, right?

- Yeah! She started today, so I'm still getting used to waking up just with the alarm without my mom pulling me from under the covers by my hair.- I replied and they both laughed.

- Which class do you guys have now? - Tom asked as we went up the stairs to the first floor where the class rooms were.

-Math- Haz said, rolling his eyes. - Actually, I really have to go, because if I show up a second late again Mr. Jones will kill me. - he said giving us a brief wave and running to the opposite side.

- I have philosophy, thank God, one of my favorite subjects.- I said raising my hands to the sky as a joke and Tom laughed.

- Wow y/n, I thought your favorite subject was biology and English.- he said and I stuck out my tongue, but feeling a little warm inside, these subjects were the ones we had together.

- Anyway, see you later? I have physics now unfortunately.

- Yeah, I'll be at our new favorite place. - I giggle, it had been a week since me, Haz and Tom found a perfect place to stay during the break, which was on the back of the school, on a hill next to a tree, where we had a full view of the students down there. It was perfect, because the warm morning sun was shining and we'd be left on the ground gossiping and watching what others were doing.

- See you there shortie. -Tom said kissing the top of my head, giving me a wink and leaving towards his class room.

- Look who's talking. - I said loudly for him to hear and he showed me his middle finger from a distance, laughing at my face.

I turned around smiling and headed towards my class. The first two classes were normal, nothing new, I was still a little sleepy, so I ended up almost sleeping in the second geography class, where I was almost kicked out by Mr Wilson, who let It pass this time. The alarm hit indicating it was break time and I thanked God, practically running to stay out in the sun.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and my headphones, hitting play on Radiohead's Subterranean Homesick Alien song and walking outside. I saw Steven with his new girlfriend Lily right on the way out, they were talking, hugging each other and looked very happy, he saw me and gave a smile from a distance where I reciprocated. Our break up went very well, without resentment, which made me happy.

I walked up the small hill and saw Haz and Tom already at our meeting place. Tom was lying down looking at the sky while Haz was sitting propped up in the tree.

- Did you guys miss me? - I said sitting next to Haz.

- Yeah, we were even thinking about how we could handle living without you y/n- Haz said and Tom chuckled.

- I know you two love me. - I said shrugging.

- In fact, we were arguing when you're going to have a new boyfriend. - Tom said and I froze.

- And who said I want a new boyfriend? I asked raising my eyebrow.

- We know you y/n, you starting to have your head in the clouds lately, always retweeting couple things and posting romantic songs, I can see that you're falling in love again.- Tom said, still looking at the sky.

- I agree. - Haz said taking the side of my earphone and putting into his ear. - She's even listening to Radiohead! And you always listen to Radiohead when you're in love. - I gave them a sarcastic laugh and pulled the earphone of his ear turning off the music making Haz laugh.

- You guys are idiots, I'm fine alone thank you, I just want to focus on my studies from now on. - I said and they both made a "hmm" in unison, making me roll my eyes.

- Actually, we were discussing where we're going to celebrate my 17th birthday tomorrow.- Tom said changing the subject, turning his head and covering the sun with his hand to look at me.

-Tomorrow is your birthday?- I asked pretending to be surprise and Tom rolled his eyes playfully.

- I know you two always look forward to my birthday, because you love me and want to surprise me.- he said and Haz and I laughed ironically. - But Marcos offered his house, because his parents are traveling, so we could make a cool party there! So I was thinking about calling the theater people and some of our friends like Julian, Tuwaine and etc, maybe getting some drinks too... - Tom said sitting down and cleaning some leaves that were stuck on his hoodie.

- I think it's a good idea, I'm not much of partying or drinking, but with you both I always have fun.- I said and Haz rested his head on my shoulder.

- Good to know we make you happy Y/n. - Haz said and I giggle patting his head.

- So we meet tomorrow? You guys want to stop by my house so we could go together?

- Actually, I have to go to my granny first, so I'll go from there.- Haz said and Tom gave him a thumbs up.

- Y/n you can go? Around 7pm it's ok?

-Of course Tommy. - I said and he smiled at the nickname.

- Okay, I'll wait for you at 7pm and I'll send you the address, mate.- he said to Haz as we got up listening to the bell ringing indicating the break was over.

- Deal!- Haz said.

- Deal. - I also said as we went down back to class.

The last classes were history, the subject I had with Haz and he returned my homework, assuring me that he had changed the words. We spend the whole class sending notes talking about nonsense and making jokes. Haz and I were pretty good at sending notes without the professor seeing.

But I confess I was puzzled by what the boys had said earlier, how did they have the impression that I was in love? I wasn't, was I? Was I showing too much that i had feelings for Tom? I don't know, I just know that the whole story had left me with immense anxiety.

The class was over and I said goodbye to Haz, because he had theater with Tom and I didn't have any extra activities that day. The only days that i had something was on monday, tuesday and thursday, when I have a school reinforcement to improve my notes to enter college. Which was a relief, since I had to run to the mall to look for a gift to give Tom for his birthday. I had been looking for weeks and I didn't find anything interesting to give to my best friend. Best friend isn't it? Nothing more than this...

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a/n: if you liked and want to be tagged on the next chapters let me know! 😊

[miraculousmarifan]

Felinette Month 2020 - Day 12: Reunion

The prompts on @felinettenovember are gold and everyone should check out what the others are doing for this month!

Theirs are also most likely on time, and this one is only 3 minutes away from being posted on the wrong day... but it’s still the right day for me!

Approximately 3100 words of absolute Lila salt. Her character is poorly enough written in the show that I had to make her villainy almost cartoonish to a certain degree.

Also before anyone takes my word for it at the silk part, just know I have the bare minimum of knowledge about the intricacies of fabric as I’m just a data analyst. I did however read a really interesting article earlier this year discussing the difference in modern and ancient forms of fabrics (it was specifically discussing cotton, if I remember correctly) and how industrialization of fabric production had drastically reduced both the initial quality of the fabric and the durability. Which they were using as an explanation of why it’s still possible to find cloth artifacts in archeology, whereas it’s suspected that the “same” fabric now wouldn’t have survived due to the poorer quality. So I willy-nilly applied this logic to silk weaving. If you are an expert in this stuff and want to pass along actual knowledge, I’d love to hear about it.

Marinette had found that going to university for fashion design was both easier and harder than it had been doing it during school. There were similarities with the existence of homework and specific class times to schedule around. Working at a smaller fashion house had been another beast entirely. Marinette had been offered a 5 year contract as the only pupil to the head designer, working both with the team of designers and working apart from them. Her ideas first needed to gain the approval from the head designer before she could put them through peer review with the team. She was required to have her designs be closer to a final product before she would get approval to proceed to peer review than the designs of many designers on the team had after multiple reviews. Marinette kept her head high, as her designs often went through fewer changes in the review stage as a result of this additional standard.

However with less than 10 designers doing all stages of the process, from researching ideas and sketching to actually assembling the final product and altering them for the models that would wear it, they were always busy. As a result, Marinette found herself more devoted to work outside of their standard hours, sketching variations on most outfits for potential changes she thought may be suggested while she sat at home.

At 25, Marinette found herself married to her career, with only two nights per week that she had set aside for her friends and her family and refused to budge on that time. This had left dating relatively untouched outside of some short high school relationships and a few first dates that never went further.

Alya never could understand why Marinette was so content on her own. She married Nino at 22 and had been happy in her marriage, but she was able to have her career and her relationship. Sometimes her journalism interfered but often she would just finish typing up any articles or notes she had while home and returned her attention to Nino. 

Marinette often didn't disconnect from her sketchpad until late in the evening and then she simply wanted to eat, relax a little, and sleep. Dating required too much effort and time during the week and she only had so much time on the weekends, especially because of the occasional work event on a Saturday night.

This Saturday was one such event, a black tie party in a ballroom, where many designers were getting together under the pretext of a party, however most realized it was an important networking event. Designers would be discussing the styles that were in currently, some boasting about what they expected the next trend to be, and many would try to woo the various models in attendance to sign on for a certain number of shoots or shows in the upcoming seasons.

Marinette knew that she had to show her best at this, as she was entering the fifth year of her contract and would need to get her options in order. She was determined to have at least one outside offer waiting at the end of her contract, so she felt more free to decide if her current company was the best fit.

She had invited Alya over before to help her solidify her outfit by reassuring her choice in dress and accessories, as well as providing suggestions with make-up choices as requested. Marinette really needed a hype woman to get her in the right mindset for dealing with pretentious models and designers for her entire evening.

The ballroom hosting this event was as decedent as Marinette had anticipated and each designer eyed the others' appearance critically. Many of the compliments bestowed on others were backhanded, in the most subtle manner possible. The more inexperienced often missed the jabs but Marinette had expected them. Her mentor had arrived shortly before her and gestured for her to join his conversation upon seeing her entrance. 

For nearly an hour, her mentor paraded her around, introducing her to each designer he personally knew and discussing with them her strengths. She was grateful for his support when he could have easily left her to flounder. The designers that had taken a liking to her brought others to meet her the moment he left her side to fetch a new drink. After dealing with their undivided attention for a while, she tried to find a polite way to excuse herself so she could breathe and let her face rest a moment.

The opportunity to slip away came when Gabriel Agreste entered, accompanied by his assistant and three others. The designers commented on his boldness to bring three young models and speculation started about which of the blond men was Gabriel's heir and if they knew the woman with them. He had brought Lila, Adrien, and Felix. She should’ve expected to see at least two of those three here. Time had allowed her to forget about their presence in this world.

Marinette murmured to the closest person that she was going to grab herself a beverage, then quietly slipped away while the designers speculated amongst themselves. She wouldn't contribute with an explanation of any person in that group, let alone bring an opportunity for her past relationships with them to come up.

She instead had snuck around, hiding amongst the various crowds filling the room to get to the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Rather than going into the bathroom, she walked around a turn in the hallway past them and stopped, leaning against the wall to take some deep breaths and think.

If Lila was here, she was definitely still employed with Gabriel and in good standing. She had cut contact with Alya and Nino after the graduation day incident so Marinette hadn't heard much about her since then. Luka didn't talk much about Juleka outside of their time together at the houseboat or in Kitty Section, but Marinette was sure he wouldn’t have let any news of her reach Marinette anyway. Mr. "High-road" Agreste was here so she would likely need to stay hidden or leave so he didn't try to be overly friendly with her. She didn't want to deal with his attempts to catch up and accusations about not staying in touch, even though he hadn't been a great friend of hers after trying to convince her to be a doormat, even if it nearly got her akumatized. Ice King Felix was a wild card. In school he had been a strange mixture of harsh and quietly supportive (primarily in dealing with Lila or Chloe). If Marinette had to deal with any of those three, he would be her preferred. He had potential to be on her side simply on the conditions that Lila still despised her and that Felix still disliked Lila or/and Adrien. Regardless, Marinette preferred if she could just make it through the night without needing to speak with any of them. Slowly she was considering going back to attempt navigating the party. Pushing herself off the wall, she took one more deep breath with her eyes shut.

And promptly fell to the floor due to the unexpected force of something ramming into her. Her head bounced off the carpeted floor and she felt like her brain was trying to restart.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you around the corner and ran into you. Are you alright?” The man leaned down next to her, while Marinette blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. Then she slowly started to sit up. He spoke again, “Do you need to have your head examined? It looks like you may have bumped it and messed up your hair.”

Her hand came up and ran across the back of her head, over the hair, still blinking as her brain started running again. She turned to look at him and felt a little bit of dismay.

“Felix. I’m okay. My head is just pounding a little bit. I should really check to see what I need to do to make myself presentable again,” Marinette slowly moved towards getting up, hand reaching out to the wall. Felix took her hand and offered his other for more support. She took it without thinking, balancing herself as she stood. Then she turned her body, releasing his hands, and leaned against the wall again. “Thanks. It is Felix right?” Maybe if I play my cards right, he won’t recognize me and will think I just know from his ads.

“Yes Marinette. One and the same,” he smirked at her efforts and she groaned inside. “Did you know that you’re the hot topic in that room? Well actually you’re right behind whether Adrien or I will inherit Gabriel. As if the man is even considering retiring at this point.” Felix leaned one shoulder against the wall next to her, grinning like a cat.

“It seems that you made a splash socially, then disappeared right as Gabriel Agreste showed up. They’re speculating and Lila seems to have convinced enough of them that the two of you are friends. She’s so sure you have a surprise planned for her, even if she hasn’t figured out that you’re the same person yet. That only brought more speculation as to why you aren’t working at Gabriel. ‘Is it perhaps because she has an indecent relationship with an heir? Or is she the victim of nepotism?’ If you don’t make an appearance again soon, these rumors may live on past the evening.” His eyes had narrowed slightly as he brought up Lila and the rumors starting around her, trying to read the slightest reaction. Marinette just deflated. She had just been ready to go back before their collision and now she just wanted to curl up in a ball. With this last statement, she let out a little sound of exhaustion.

“Why did she have to be here? And how is it that even the people that are used to dealing with snakes don’t recognize her as one?” she groaned out, hands pressing her eyes. After a moment she straightened her back against the wall, breathed deeply and sighed. “Alright. We’re adults. Might as well act like it.”

“You’re going back now?” Felix stood, sounding more curious than before. Marinette had stood straight up, and was taking a step from the wall to walk back into the main hallway and looking at Felix as she replied.

“Of course I’m going to go back. I’m a professional that doesn’t lie and pretend to get places. I do the hard things and succeed--” she raised her eyebrows and smirked back at him “--Of course I need to fix my hair first, since you messed it up. Are you going to hide here longer?”

Felix faintly blushed at her expression as she told him he messed her hair up and thought about another way he could mess it up. As she slowly walked he turned to follow her. “Did you have a companion with you tonight? It’s not uncommon for designers to bring one…”

“I did not. I have been networking. Why do you ask?” Marinette slowly stepped towards the restroom door, nearly laughing at his stalling tactics.

“Would you like one when you’re finished fixing yourself up?” Marinette couldn’t believe how warm he was being with her, even with his mocking way of warning her what she was walking into. Is this really the Ice King I knew in school? 

“I guess you’ll have to wait if you want to see…” Marinette pushed into the bathroom, walking up to a mirror. Luckily my hair wasn’t too extravagant and the back is just a little messed up. With a little bit of water on her fingers and some adjustments of her bobby pins, her hair looking untouched and she was exiting the bathroom.

Felix had moved to stand against the wall near the bathroom, and straightened to join her. Marinette liked the way he was acting with her now and made a split second decision that at worst, she didn’t need to keep him around if he changed his tune. She could push him back out of her life. She reached a hand out to beckon him and he offered her an arm. Their strides matched as they walked back to the party.

Whispers started in the groups closest to the door as they saw their up-and-coming sunshine designer enter on the arm of the model known for his aloofness and cold professionalism. Felix’s face slipped back into it’s icy indifference, looking harshly at specific individuals that dared to make too inappropriate of a comment in his earshot. Marinette smiled and nodded at different individuals that she hadn’t spoken enough with at length. A small squeeze to his arm and twist of her head had the pair walking towards one of Marinette’s first choices for her next employer.

Other groups had taken notice of the pair, drawing more eyes, and conversations turned to theories about their relationship. The two ignored stares and managed to strike up a pleasant conversation with a woman that could drastically improve her prospects. With the increasing curiosity of most guests, one young woman noticed and began to formulate a plan.

“Marinette! Over here! It’s me! Why didn’t you tell your best friend that you were coming?” Lila loudly exclaimed as she began prancing across the room and waving a hand wildly like a child trying to catch attention. Her dramatics went unacknowledged as Felix used his most winning smile, describing Marinette’s designs throughout their school years and then drawing attention to the dress she was currently wearing. She couldn’t help but blush that he had recognized her craftsmanship even after years apart. The woman seemed to be swept up in the warmth and friendliness he was using, as well as the atmosphere those two formed around their group. Others paid particular attention to the hand Felix had rested on her side.

Marinette had been gaining attention up to this point, however the entire party noticed the atmosphere tense as Lila appeared to trip, right as she was about to reach the designer. Felix moved behind Marinette, having her twirl in front of him to show off the patterns embroidered into her dress, and felt the liquid on his back before Lila collided with him. Felix had made note of Lila as he was gesturing to Marinette’s dress and guessed at her plan with a fair bit of accuracy. Marinette was completely dry and far enough forward to avoid being bumped by Felix when the force from Lila’s impact pushed him. The icy glare returned to his face as he turned to deal with her.

A few men from nearby moved over to help Lila, who faked a sob story about how clumsy she was, because she was just so excited to see Marinette since “our schedules have just been so busy that we haven’t gotten to see each other!” when Felix interrupted her.

“Strange that you say that. I actually remember Marinette getting a restraining order on you after graduation, when you tried to poison her food. You claimed to be allergic to shellfish and said she was trying to slip clam broth into your food. However you had the broth container in your bag, it was slipped into her food, and according to her up-to-date school medical records, she’s severely allergic to mollusks so she wouldn’t come near the container. At the time, you were supposedly diagnosed with a disorder that causes you to compulsively lie. Regardless, the courts didn’t seem to believe that a disorder like that, which was unknown to and unheard of by medical professionals, wouldn’t have been grounds to explain trying to harm her and granted the order. Do you not remember that?” Felix recited the story almost impassively, as though it was simply a reminder of what she ate for breakfast, however he gave a mock confused look with his rhetorical question. The crowd had gathered around with her fall and were well within earshot as Felix described one of the worst incidents of Marinette’s life. The pale expression she wore and the Lila’s furious expression as he described it convinced even those that would’ve been inclined to side with Lila.

With one final look of distaste, Felix turned to Marinette and reached for her hand. The onlookers were surprised at the obvious tenderness as he spoke to her, “We should get you away from here. Do you want to stay at the party and talk to some more people or would you prefer I escort you home? We can see about getting some contact information before we leave, if you’d like.”

The room was deathly silent, even Lila having the sense to wait, in case she broke the tense quiet that had formed. After a deep breath and a shaky smile directed at Felix, Marinette turned back to the woman she had been speaking with before Lila’s act and politely said, “I enjoyed our conversation and hope we have the opportunity to speak again soon. I would love to hear more about your work to more effectively create silk patterns by hand. I know you said it before but hand weaved silk really is so much nicer than the machine weaved and I’ve read that it’s much more durable. Thank you for your time this evening!”

Felix moved to her side and Marinette slipped her hand into his before stepping towards the coat room. With coat in hand, the pair swept out of the ballroom to leave behind the drama of the evening.

Suddenly the room burst into chaos and Lila was escorted to a private room to wait for Gabriel to decide how to handle this revelation. He knew he would lose the respect of his peers if he kept a young woman on staff that they all knew had tried to murder another one. The cherry on that cake would be that the would-be victim is an up-and-coming designer that nearly all were considering making an offer to. It was clear to him that Ms. Rossi would be fired. Now it’s just a matter of the other clean up that would follow. Additionally, it seemed Ms. Dupain-Cheng also had a close relationship with his son, considering the show that he was putting on since they arrived. He would have to dig into his sons’ involvements with the designer's misfortunes, as that would impact how they looked to the public. There was one other aspect that Gabriel Agreste was rather certain of, one of his son’s was smitten with a good match and if they were happily married, it would help their careers immensely.

Marinette’s night out ended with a private car pulling up to her building, a kiss placed on Felix’s cheek, and her hand slipping a piece of paper with her phone number into his jacket pocket. She was pleased to find he messaged her immediately to make sure she made it into her apartment alright.

Felix was too lovestruck to sleep that night.

[lunaslethifold]

The Hardest Decision (George Weasley x Muggle!Reader)

Pairing: George Weasley x Female!Muggle!Reader

Synopsis: George made up his mind. Sure, it was the toughest thing he ever decided to do, but he had to do it for Y/N. The only problem was breaking the news to her.

Warnings: ANGST, one swear word I think

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: Hey guys, I got this idea while watching Deathly Hallows Part 1. It’s like the Hermione situation with her parents. I’m sure I’ve seen this done before with many different characters, so I’d thought I’d give it a shot. Unfortunately I had to rush a little at the end and I’m sorry :( Maybe I’ll rewrite this one day. And just to be clear this has nothing to do with my George series! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and sorry for any grammatical errors!

This was the hardest decision that George had ever had to make. Other life changing things he decided to do always gave him a good feeling. Leaving Hogwarts. Opening the joke shop. But this one just left a pit in his stomach. He felt extremely guilty, really. 

A part of him wished that he hadn’t introduced his muggle girlfriend, Y/N, to the magical world. He’d met her one day when he and Fred were out and about in a muggle city. The main reason why he showed her his abilities was because he knew that she was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. They’d met the summer before his sixth year and he had been smitten ever since. George intended to marry her. Not to mention that he felt like he could trust her with anything. But even association with him put her in danger, he supposed.

He’d gotten the idea from Hermione, actually. Since they both had muggle loved ones, he’d often talk about his worries with her. There was really only one option George felt he had. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep her safe. And with the ministry and death eaters targeting muggles and muggleborns, he had to do this. He would have to obliviate Y/N.

George felt like he had to tell Y/N what he was going to do before he did it. Hermione hadn’t told her parents, but it was like an obligation to him. It felt wrong to just go up to her, point his wand, and erase himself from her life. He had to explain himself, even if she forgot after. It was the more painful option, but he had to get it out there. As if maybe, somehow, Y/N would understand. As if it would change what he was about to do.

Maybe his decision to tell her was more for himself. It’d give him a cleaner conscience. 

And so he found himself on his way to Y/N’s flat. It wasn’t far from the Leaky Cauldron, so he decided to walk. It’d give him some time to get ready and hype himself up. But all it seemed to do was psych him out more. The closer he got, the more he fiddled with his clothes and ran his hands through his hair. 

Once George made it there, he took a deep breath and brought his hand up to knock on the door. It floated in the air a second, hesitating, before he finally knocked 5 times in their pattern.

Their pattern was originally Y/N’s idea. Whenever George came to visit her, he would simply knock the pattern and Y/N would let him in without having to check who it was. She could just look through the peephole, sure, but where was the fun in that? Every time she heard it her heart leaped with joy and this time was no different. She shut off the show she had been watching and walked over to the door. She wasn’t expecting him today, so it was a pleasant surprise. 

“Georgie!” Y/N said with a wide smile on her face after she opened the door. She automatically stepped out of the way to let him in. He stepped inside and the door was closed behind him. 

“Hi lovely,” he said, planting a light kiss on her forehead. He did a good job masking the emotion in his voice, but Y/N could tell something was off right away.

They moved into the living room. “Everything okay?” Y/N said, moving closer to him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. George’s heart fluttered at her concern but it felt like it was being smashed to pieces right after. 

“As okay as it can be,” he answered. Y/N knew all about what was going on in the wizarding world and what was at stake. Oftentimes George would vent to her and tell her things that he didn’t tell anyone else, because he felt that it would just burden them more and they didn’t need extra stress. He told her about his worries and his hopes as she held him on late nights. As she looked at him, he just felt more and more conflicted about what he decided to do.

He wanted to sweep her up in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. He wanted to kiss her goodnight and know that he could run back into her arms the next day. But no. He had to keep her safe, no matter what. Staying with her would be selfish.

George tore his gaze away from her kind eyes and moved to sit on the couch. She joined him and instinctively snuggled up next to him. If it was possible, his heart ached more at that. He enjoyed the warmth for a second before pulling away to face her.

She sent him a questioning look. “Erm… I have to tell you something, love,” George said, eyes darting around guiltily. Y/N sensed his uneasiness and her worry increased tenfold. She nodded, encouraging him to go on and scooted closer to him. He almost put more distance between them, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. She just looked so concerned for him.

As George was having an internal battle about what to say, doubt began to cloud in Y/N’s mind. What was going on? Was he going to break up with her? Tell her that he’s in love with a witch and couldn’t see her anymore? She tried to push the thoughts out of her head. Focus on George, she thought. He needs you right now.

Yes, he does need her right now. He needs her to understand. Understand why he would do this to her. He loved her with his entire being and if this is what it took to ensure nothing would happen to her, so be it.

 “Well…” he started, letting out a huff.

“Take your time,” she said kindly.

George took a deep breath and started over. “Well… you know about everything that’s been going on… the war and all…” She nodded in understanding, dreading the news that was about to come. She could tell by the way he was approaching the situation that she wouldn’t like it.

“Er… they’ve been targeting muggleborns and- and muggles too…” Y/N was confused. Where was he going with this? “And you know that I would do anything to keep you safe. I am doing everything to keep you safe.”

Y/N bit her lip in thought. “Nothing’s happened to me, George-”

“Nothing yet, Y/N, yet. But the ministry’s been monitoring my family. It’s only a matter of time before they find out about you,” George suddenly exclaimed, frustration leaking into his tone.

“What are you trying to say, Georgie?” she said softly, a knot forming in her stomach. His chest hurt at the use of his nickname.

“Y/N, I have to-” he started, swallowing harshly. He looked her in the eyes determinedly. “I have to obliviate you.”

Her eyes widen in hurt and confusion. “Obliviate me? As in, erase my memory?” 

“Yes.”

Y/N’s head was spinning, “What?! Why? I don’t understand,” she said, her voice shaking. 

“It’s the only way I’ll know you’ll be safe.” Tears sprung into both of their eyes, but George’s voice kept steady. 

“You can’t just- just-” she said, raising her voice. “Erase our entire relationship! You can’t do that!”

He let out a shaky breath. “Don’t you see, Y/N, I have to do this.”

“No, George! I don’t see! Please explain it to me! You want to throw away, what, four years?”

“Please, just try to understand. Like I said, I’m already being targeted. They’ll come after you straight away. Muggles and muggleborns have-”

She cut him off, “I don’t give a damn, George! I’d risk it all for you. Please, listen. We can find a way through this. If we just-”

“I’m not willing to let you die for me,” George said, voice cracking slightly. “I hope you know I’m doing this because I love you.” He pulled his wand out from the place it was tucked in his clothes. She felt her heart split in her chest.

Y/N tried to choke down her sobs. “No! If you really loved me-” she paused for a second as he began to raise his arm. “You’d-”

“I’m sorry,” he said as tears poured down both of their faces. Y/N shook her head and tried reaching out to him one last time. “Obliviate.”

And the last memory, the last interaction between Y/N and George was pure, unadulterated pain for both of them.

[asthmark]

❝ comfortable ❞ l.mk

synopsis → “oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

word count → 3k

a/n → instead of admitting to the fact that this has been in my drafts since october what if i just said i was watching superm interviews and got inspired.. would anyone believe that??? anyway superm on the ellen show was a fever dream lol

your leg bounces nervously as your makeup artist touches up your look and you stare at the tv screen in anticipation. you were finally making your television debut. you knew you were blessed for the wonderful opportunity, especially for how new you were to the music industry.

you had started like nearly every other artist; posting covers on youtube. these were well received and gained a good amount of views and likes but your career really took off when you began creating original content. every time you would release a single, it would make it on the trending page thanks to your growing fanbase and exposure to the general public, who seemed to like you. soon enough, requests to interview you whether it be on radio, tv, or magazines were high and, thanks to your managers, you found yourself in los angeles, backstage in a studio, waiting for the ellen degeneres to introduce you to her live audience and thousands of viewers at home.

“don’t move so much, miss l/n,” the woman trying to apply your highlighter comments. “you’re smudging your makeup.”

you force yourself to sit still as you apologize. “sorry. pre-show jitters.”

the woman smiles, emphatically. “i understand, sweetheart. i would be nervous too.”

you’re quiet for a moment, debating if you should continue conversing with her. “can i be honest?”

she hums as she dabs a beauty blender into your cheek. “go ahead.”

“i am so nervous that i’ll mess up or say something stupid. the only thing close to an interview i’ve ever done was a q&a on my youtube channel. and at least i could edit stuff out then.” you huff. “if i make some kind of mistake on my tv debut, my career will be over before it even started.”

“well, think of it this way,” she says. “you went from a moderately popular youtube channel to the ellen show. that doesn’t happen for no reason. there are people out there who really admire you.”

you chuckle in disbelief. “it’s crazy to think about people actually wanting to see me. i still can't believe it.”

she giggles, softly. “they know there's something worth seeing.” at seeing your small smile, almost as if you were barely realizing your own star status, she laughs. “you seriously gotta wake up, girl. you’re famous!”

you smile at her, finding humor in her words. “thanks for the wake up call.”

you both direct your attention to the tv placed backstage that broadcasted what was happening on stage. you listen in to ellen’s monologue as she tells jokes and addresses current topics. before long, there’s a knock on the doorframe. you half expect a staff member to let you know that you’ll be on soon but instead you hear a quiet, “hello?”

you and your makeup artist both turn to the boy standing in the doorway. he's wearing a black jacket paired with dark, ripped jeans held up by a belt. he goes to bow, then remembers that korean etiquette does not apply and decides to wave as a greeting instead. you reciprocate the gesture. he stands with only one foot inside the room, almost as if he’s too polite to enter without being given the okay.

“did they send you to get your makeup done?” the woman who had done yours says.

he nods. “they said something about concealer and bb cream, i think?”

she smiles. “yeah, it’s basic stuff. come on in. what’s your name, dear?”

“oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

“well, mark lee, i’m lily. i’ll be doing your makeup, making sure you look pretty for the cameras.” she motions to you. “i'm just about done here so i’ll be right with you.”

“okay, thank you.” he shuffles in, his eyes glued to you and you hold his stare. he nods, a wordless greeting as he settles in next to you. in return, you throw up a peace sign and he smiles at your casual behavior.

“you know what? somebody used all the setting spray. i’ll be right back, i’m just going to steal some from my co-workers.” with that, lily darts out of the room.

it’s pure silence between the two of you until you spark conversation. “i didn't get to introduce myself but i'm y/n.”

“i know,” he responds, quickly. “i'm kind of a fan, actually. i mean, it’s practically impossible to not be. you’re all over the place. especially with the new single you dropped... which is a bop, by the way.”

you smile at his simply-worded praise. it was a nice switch up from the professional reviews you received from critics. “that’s so cute. i’m honored.” you miss the way mark’s ears turn slightly pink at your words. “but enough about me, what do you do, mark?”

“oh, me? i’m in the k-pop scene.”

you hum. “that’s a good genre to be in. which group?”

“right now i’m promoting with superm, it’s kind of like a side project. but originally, i’m in a band called nct.”

you lean forward at hearing the familiar name. “nct? as in, nct 127?”

mark’s eyes light up. “yeah! you know us?”

you nod, enthusiastically. “oh my god, yes! you collabed with ava, right?”

“we sure did. are you guys close?”

“i help her write lyrics sometimes.” you lower your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “i wrote the chorus to ‘sweet but psycho’.”

the way mark’s jaw drops is almost comedic. “no way! that song got her famous, dude!” his lips curve into a playful smirk. “just because of that i’m gonna have to get you in the studio.”

you return the mischievous look. “is that a promise?”

“i’m back!” lily announces, giving mark no time to respond. she gives no warning as she spritzs you with the bottle she had gone to retrieve.

you cough, choking on the mist. “no heads up?”

“sorry, dear. you’re on in two minutes, no time to waste.”

you feel a chill go up your spine. it was finally time.

mark nudges your arm. “you okay?”

“a little nervous.” that proves to be the biggest understatement of all time because in reality your heart is doing somersaults.

“hey.” you stare at him, his brown eyes boring into you. “you’ll be fine. there’s nothing to worry about. you got this!”

you smile at his words of encouragement. he cared about you and you find that your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.

“i'll be here to cheer you on while you’re out there and i’ll be back when you’re done to tell you how amazing you did, okay?”

you nod.

“now get out there!”

“well, we have a great show for y’all today,” ellen says, clasping her hands together, having just finished her monologue. “i mean, it’s always great but the exciting thing is we have two musical guests today.”

the audience that cheered wildly is shown on screen. you almost forget about the knot in your stomach when you see some people in the crowd wearing shirts with the cover art and quoted lyrics of your last single.

“i see you guys are ready so, without further ado... let’s get started. our first guest is a soloist who has made quite a big name for herself in such a short period of time. she currently has three singles on the billboard charts, her most recent music video is number one trending on youtube, and she has a new ep coming out soon. here for her television debut, please welcome y/n l/n.”

you walk out from behind the stage, a huge smile on your face. the crowd screams and you wave to them until your hands become too occupied hugging the hostess who greets you with open arms and a proud smile. once the hype dies down and your entrance music fades out, you take a seat, opposite of ellen.

“how have you been y/n?”

“amazing,” you respond, letting your hands fall neatly in your lap.

“and why is that?”

you sigh, wistfully. “everything has been going so well for me lately. i mean, i feel like all these doors are opening up for me all of a sudden. i think i finally made it.”

“you’re just barely realizing that?” ellen exclaims.

you laugh, along with the audience. “kind of, yeah. it just all happened so fast.”

“is there an experience that comes to mind where you finally realized how famous you are?”

you try to think for a few moments before your eyes light up. “okay so, i was at a mcdonald’s like, last month and i went through the drive thru and ordered some nuggets and fries. so, i pull up to the window to pay and it’s around 2 a.m. so the cashier guy is super out of it, like he’s not even paying attention to me. finally, he goes to grab my card and he gets a good look at me and just freezes. like, full on shuts down. so i ask him if he’s okay and he nods so i try to hand him my card again but he goes, ‘no, you’re famous, you don’t have to pay’. and in that moment i just knew.”

“hold on, pause,” ellen announces, dramatically. “you’re telling me that you have been nominated as artist of the year, gained over ten million followers on social media and made your national television debut but the thing that really made you say ‘wow, i’m famous’ was a couple of chicken nuggets?”

“ellen, c’mon,” you begin, seriously. “it was a twenty piece.”

“oh, well, that changes everything,” she says, playing along with you, as the audience erupts into laughter.

the rest of the interview goes smoothly, running on jokes and sarcastic energy. you discuss your young age (thus resulting in some of your baby pictures finally being revealed to the world), millennial culture (the crowd went wild when you explained terms such as netflix and chill to ellen who claimed she didn’t understand yet her sly smirk said otherwise) and your upcoming ep (that you would be giving a sneak peek of later on in the show).

you continue chatting once the commercial break is announced and ellen showers you with praises, commenting how young talent never failed to amaze her, although it did make her feel old. you get to thank the hostess and tell her how much you appreciated her sweet words and the opportunity she had given you before the crew is dragging you backstage so you can prep for your upcoming performance.

you’re greeted by a “that was awesome!” and a high five one you get backstage.

you flash mark a full smile. “couldn’t have done it without my hype man.”

just then lily walks in to touch up your makeup.

“and my hype woman!”

she just rolls her eyes and chuckles as she reapplies gloss to your lips. 

“seriously though, y/n. why did you have to be so perfect? the bar is all the way up here now.” to emphasize his point, mark raises his arm as high as it will go.

“hey, i only tried hard because you’re up next. you’re a hard act to beat, mark lee. i mean, you’re charismatic, charming, witty; basically every talk show host’s dream.”

he scoffs yet you see how he avoids your gaze, your compliments obviously flattering him to the extreme.

a staff member walks by, cutting your conversation short. “y/n, you’re back on in one. superm is on right after.”

you and mark turn back to each other, speaking the same two words at the same time.

“good luck.”

ellen introduces you again, only this time you hold a guitar and stand in front of a microphone once you’re back on the stage. you perform a never before heard song but judging by the roaring applause and standing ovation you receive by the end of it, it’s another successful hit.

you bask in the amazing response and then you’re ushered backstage for the last time. you catch sight of the staff placing more seats on the stage as you exit and you smile eagerly, knowing exactly what’s to come. you search the hallways for your new friend, hoping you can catch him before the show goes back on air. you’re almost about to give up when you hear your name being called.

you lock eyes with mark who stands a couple feet away, barely hidden from the audience’s view. even from where you stand you can tell he has a nervous smile on his face. you jog towards him and to your surprise, he envelops your figure without a second thought. in return, you tentatively wrap your arms around him.

“great job,” he murmurs, breath fanning your ear. “i really did cheer you on.”

“i’ll make sure to do the same.” you hesitantly pull away from his embrace, holding him at an arm’s length away. “go get ‘em.”

he gives you a determined nod and you watch him rush on stage, the audience’s wild cheering increasing. their energy didn’t fade once throughout the interview and just as you had suspected, mark was doing wonderfully. he clearly thrived in interviews; his awkward, boyish nature enchanting everyone in the studio, yourself included.

ellen crosses her legs and clears her throat. “so, i have to ask you something, you know, for the fans.”

the group leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting her next words.

“are any of you dating?”

the crowd released noises of amusement at hearing the very personal question. you can’t help but feel intrigued although you knew ellen has always been quite the invasive person. you watched as the seven boys looked around at each other, unsure what to say but before their silence can become suspiciously long, mark ends up taking the question.

“why are you always so curious about this, though?” he blurts.

the audience absolutely eats up his response, cheering at his bluntness. even you find it humorous, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. that’s definitely gonna become a meme, you think.

“it’s my job!” counters ellen. “why are you so defensive?”

the crowd is very responsive to ellen’s rebuttal, ‘ooh’ing in amusement.

mark’s silence only pushes the hostess to continue teasing him.

“does it maybe have anything to do with y/n?”

your smile drops. had she seen you two? you’re not sure why you feel so exposed; after all, you had just been talking.

ellen’s lips adorn a sly smile at mark’s stunned reaction. “you seemed to be getting very comfortable with each other backstage.”

the black haired male stumbles over his words before he gets a semi-coherent sentence out. “we just, um—we just met.”

“oh really? you two looked like you had known each other forever.”

mark chuckles breathlessly, eyes glued to his lap, obviously at a loss for words. ellen stares at him expectantly so he mutters, “i like making friends.”

ellen, the audience, and even some of the band members laugh at his response.

“well, i’m sure there’s a lot of fans out there that wish they were your ‘friend’.” her tone makes it clear she doesn’t buy his excuse but she prods him no further, instead turning to stare into the main camera. “when we get back superm will be performing their title track ‘jopping’. during the commercial break, please feel free to place your bets as to how long mark and y/n will remain ‘friends’.”

the camera pans to mark for a couple seconds; his ears are bright red and his cheeks are dusted light pink, his makeup doing nothing to help hide the blush. his eyes dart around, anxiously and then they cut to commercials.

you shake your head, smiling at the entire situation and just how big of a dork mark was.

you attentively watch superm’s two performances, eyes mostly glued to a certain rapper. you sit patiently in the makeup room, waiting for mark to return backstage so you can congratulate him but he never appears. you try to conceal your disappointment, even when lily enters the room, smiling brightly.

“well, the show’s over, doll.” she removes her makeup stained apron and glances at you as she places it on a nearby rack. “hey, why the long face?”

you stare at your reflection in the mirror, no longer bothering to hide your pout now that your frustration had been made known.

“you did great, if that’s what you’re worried about. just ask mark.”

“he left,” you mumble. “i thought i’d be able to catch him before he left and we could… i don’t know, talk a bit more? i just really—” you trail off.

“like him?” lily suggests, too loudly for your liking.

your head snaps towards her, eyes wide, only confirming your feelings.

“don’t worry, dear, you can say it. i won’t tell ellen,” she jokes.

you sigh and slump down in your seat. “yeah. i like him.”

“well, then, i have good news for you.”

you half-heartedly hum, allowing her to continue.

she waves a piece of crumpled paper in front of your face. you grab it from her, staring at it curiously.

“what’s this?”

she nods her head at it, encouraging you to find out for yourself. “open it and see.”  

you obey, unfolding the tiny item. your eyes struggle to read the words inside but if you squint, they become clearer.

please call, me i would love to become closer ‘friends’.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

it’s mark btw :)

you can’t contain your smile at the cute little note.

“he’s adorable,” you say, mostly to yourself but lily audibly agrees.

“he ran into me as he was leaving and begged me to deliver that message to you. which reminds me, i’m supposed to let you know that he wishes he could have stuck around but his schedule is ‘crazy tight’ so he had to ‘dip’. his words not mine.”

you nod, grin widening. “thanks, lily.”

“my pleasure. nothing like young love.”

you give her a glare although it’s all but threatening.

she folds her arms, teasingly. “so, are you going to give him a call or what?”

you’re sure she sees the phone in your hand and the way your fingers press the numbers on the keypad, excitedly but nevertheless, you decide to answer.

“i’d be crazy not to.”

[generallybarzy]

opportunities

4 times he could have kissed you + the time he finally did

summary: You and Mat have been friends for a long time, and for months now he’s been looking for the perfect opportunity to kiss you. Unfortunately, things never seem to go as planned for him, it seems something is always in the way and it takes a while to get that kiss.  an: I never thought I’d actually write a 4+1 but I had an idea and ran with it, so here we go I guess! Also yes it is 2am for me, but I got this all written in 24 hours, yay! Hey, @mbarzals​​ you suggested a drabble of the last part, but I got a little bit out of control haha ❤ word count: 4.7k

He wasn’t quite sure when he first started feeling this way, but maybe he should have seen it coming all along.

You’d been friends for a long time, so long that he frequently caught himself forgetting there had even been a time before you were in his life. It started out with him realizing just how at home he felt with you, no matter where he was. You were there whenever he needed you, listening to him, hyping him up, and comforting him. But there was always a stiff line between the two of you, a divide in your relationship, keeping you strictly platonic no matter how much he wanted to change that. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, call you his, and let everyone know you were his. He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself.

God, Mat wanted to kiss you so bad.

I. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the first time he felt anything more than friendship towards you, it was purely physical attraction, caused mostly- he believed- by the alcohol in his bloodstream and the endorphins in his head.

You had come to an Islanders game- always loving to see him doing what he does best, what he’s passionate about- and were proudly sporting his name and number across your back, which made Mat’s heart flutter in his chest in pride when he saw you during warmups. Everyone knew it was going to be a tough game and that the two teams would be neck and neck the whole time, so when the Islanders ended up winning in the most exciting, most cinematic way possible- with special thanks to your own Mat Barzal during overtime- it called for a celebration, and Mat soon found himself at a nearby bar, surrounded by his celebrating teammates and, most importantly, you. 

The hazy feeling caused by his drink and the excitement of winning didn’t go so well when faced with seeing you in his jersey, hanging on his arm, and smiling up at him with flushed cheeks. “You’re so good at what you do, Mat. You’re such a fucking star!” His teammates cheered and joined in. “Barzal with the game-winning goal!”

He almost felt bashful being so flooded by this praise, but the way you were dancing to the music with your friends and his was tugging at his heart in a way he wasn’t used to. You weren’t even dressed in any sexy way, no skinny jeans or tight dresses like the other girls he found hot, just a pair of leggings and his jersey swallowing your form. But shit, you were so hot in the way you moved, the way you swayed to the music and grabbed his hand with a smile, pulling him to join. 

“Come on, Barzy.” He snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice. “Did that goal get to your head already? Are you too much of a star now to dance with me?”

“Never.”

Maybe the way you moved with each other that night was much more than platonic, but it felt so right, and he was sure you’d both forget it in the morning anyway- the way you were letting yourself go with him, the way you were smiling and laughing while dancing with him, touching him in a way that friends really shouldn’t. He wanted to hold on to this tipsy, carefree feeling with you feeling for the rest of time, and never have to worry about being just friends. It was like electricity, the way your hands felt on the back of his neck, and he needed more.

You were drunk, giggly, and still praising him with everything in you as he pulled you out of the heat of the club and into the cool air outside. You clung onto him, arms around his waist and smiling against his chest as he called an Uber so he could make sure you got home safe. “I’m so proud of you, Maty!”

 “You know,” He put away his phone and lifted his arm to hug you back, smiling against your hair and savoring the feeling of you pressed against him. Sure, you’d hugged before, but those were “friend hugs”, this was different. This was intimate- pressed chest to chest, your hands slipping under his shirt to touch his skin as if you thought he wouldn’t notice your sneaky fingers. “I wouldn’t have scored that goal if I didn’t have my good luck charm there.” You looked up at him and brought your hands up to thread together behind his neck. You meant it innocently, he knew, because you were drunk, but he couldn’t help the warmth that flooded through him at the way your fingers played with his hair, the way your eyes caught his and your head tilted to the side. 

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He watched as if in a trance as your lips moved, watched the smile that curled onto them when you hummed in response, and, though he couldn’t figure out this feeling inside him, that was the first moment he knew he wanted to kiss you. But you were drunk, and probably wouldn’t remember it anyway, so he held back, his hand spreading over your shoulder blades, fingers tracing the BARZAL on your back. 

He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling yet, but there was one thing he knew for certain: he could get used to seeing you in his jersey.

II. 

That was the first night he wanted to kiss you, but he still had no idea, at that time, what he felt towards you. How much you truly mattered to him. How much he wanted you for himself.

It was late in the evening, and Mat was already getting ready to go to bed when he heard the knock at his door. In sweatpants and a t-shirt that he threw on quickly for modesty, he made his way over to the door and rubbed a hand over his face to try and appear more awake, wondering who it could be. And there you were, standing outside his apartment in a pretty dress, holding your heels in your hands and wiping away the tears streaking your face. “Can I come in?”

“Shit, of course.” Though he had almost been asleep, Mat was immediately alert when he saw the state you were in. “What happened?” He closed the door behind you as you immediately shuffled over to his couch and crumbled down into a sobbing ball.

“Patrick never showed.”

“What?” Mat had been there when you first started dating this guy. He had seemed cool from what Mat could tell about him, and you had been ecstatic to finally have a date that went well. That was a few months ago, and now, seeing you so heartbroken because of him made Mat angry. Who could break up with someone as perfect as you? He didn’t understand the slight twinge of joy inside of him that you were single again. He pushed it away. “What do you mean he never showed?”

“We had a date tonight. Or we should’ve. We were gonna meet a few hours ago, but he never showed.” 

“Maybe...” Mat sat next to you and pulled you up from where you were curled on your side against the back of the couch, searching for words to console you. “Maybe he forgot?” It didn’t sound very comforting, but it was the best he could come up with. “Maybe he went to the wrong place?”

“No, we texted before, kinda. I reminded him and he only sent back a thumbs up. And now he’s not answering me, even though it says he’s active!” 

“Okay...”  he lifted his hands, placing them flat on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes, trying to reel you in from your rant before you started sobbing again. “Listen, fuck Patrick.” His heart glowed when you finally smiled for the first time tonight. He’d do anything to keep that smile there. “He’s really missing out on a great date. His loss.”

“Mat, can I sleep over? I don’t really wanna be alone tonight.” 

“Anytime. You wanna change into something comfier?” He motioned to your dress. As beautiful as you looked in it, he couldn’t imagine you wanted to stay in that for the rest of the night. 

A few minutes passed and had you shuffling out of Mat’s room and to the couch in clothes that were many sizes too big for you, glancing up to see Mat coming into the room with a bowl of popcorn and some drinks. “Wow, you managed to make food? Impressive.” Even while sad, you couldn’t resist playfully chirping his kitchen skills.

“Haha. I can put something in the microwave.” He returned your smile and settled down next to you, opening Netflix and partially forgetting the reason you were having a spontaneous movie night. “What are we feeling tonight? The Bachelor?”

“Mat.” You sighed dramatically and leaned your face against his shoulder. “Do you think a girl who just had her heart broken wants to watch The Bachelor?” 

“Oh, shit. Right. Sorry.” After finally deciding on The Office, Mat readjusted on the couch, leaning back and stretching his legs out onto the coffee table, and pulled you against his side. He kept the bowl of popcorn in his lap, feeding some to you every now and then and making you smile whenever he reached his hand to your lips. You looked so cute right now, in a pair of sweatpants and one of his coziest hoodies, practically drowning in them. Just like the time you first wore his jersey, he felt his heart flutter in his chest at the sight.

As the night dragged on and your positions on the couch adjusted from sitting to lying, you ended up snuggling further and further against him- not that he was gonna complain. Soon, you were laying with your head in his lap, your face pressed into his stomach. Mat laughed a little bit at the position, but couldn’t deny how much he loved it. Friends. Just friends. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)? You good?”

“Am I unlovable?” 

The question caught him by surprise, shook him to the core. “What?” He sat up, lifting you with him and held you in his arms, searching your eyes. “No. Absolutely not. What makes you ask that?”

You shrugged, suddenly extremely interested in toying with the strings of his hoodie. “Just… Every guy I’m with ends up leaving, or cheating, or ghosting me. Maybe I’m just… impossible to love or something.” Your words came out choked up, getting caught when your throat tightened. The tears were flowing now, and you couldn’t stop them.

“Hey, hey, don’t.” Mat pulled you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist, one large hand finding its way into your hair, fingers threading comfortingly. He pressed your face against the crook of his neck, letting you cry into him and breathe in his familiar scent. “Don’t. You are not unlovable. Don’t let that dick get to you. He made a fucking bad choice tonight, and he doesn’t deserve you.” He felt your arms come up to wrap around his waist, squeezing around him, reciprocating the hug. “You deserve someone who really cares about you. Patrick obviously didn’t.” Me, me, someone like me. Once again, he couldn’t shake away the thoughts in his head that had him wanting to kiss you. I care about you. I’d never leave you. 

“Thanks, Mat.” You stayed in your hug for a moment, letting your sniffles quiet down into nothing, before looking back up at him with wet eyes and a trembling bottom lip. He wanted to kiss you, but again, the timing was so, so bad. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime.” 

“I guess I don’t need a boyfriend when I have a best friend like you.” 

He couldn’t help how much those words hurt him.

III.  

That was the night Mat finally realized, after seeing you so heartbroken, just how much he wanted to preserve your happiness, how much he cared about you. He decided then that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you ever again. He was gonna be there for you, more than he ever was before. And he was gonna kiss you.

Eventually.

He dreamed of fantasies, of decorating his apartment all romantic, with rose petals and candles, and inviting you over to surprise you with how romantic he could be, but it was much too early. You were still heartbroken because of Patrick, and he couldn’t do this to you while you were still crying over another man. Before he could do anything; before he could tell you how much you meant to him or kiss you like he wanted to, hockey had him flying halfway across the country, further away from you than he ever wanted to be. He’d been away from you on roadies before, but this time he felt different. So different.

He was laying in his hotel bed one night after a game, texting you with a dumb, dopey smile on his face when Tito laughed from the bed next to him. 

“You’re so whipped.” 

Mat didn’t even look up from his phone, too busy laughing with you at a dumb meme you just sent. Honestly, he didn’t even hear what his friend said. “Huh?” 

“You’re whipped.” He still got no response, as Mat started typing out a reply to you, the same dumb smile on his face. “You’re in love with (Y/N).”

Mat had known he liked you as more than a friend for a while now but he hadn’t told anybody about these emerging feelings, and hearing the word “love” was kinda shocking to him. Did he really love you? Was it that obvious? “You think?” 

His friend gestured vaguely towards him, “I mean, it’s pretty obvious.” 

“I’m just… texting her? As a friend.”

“When we text, you take hours to respond.” 

“Maybe I like her better than I like you.”

“Yeah. You love her.” 

“We’re just talking.”

“You couldn’t stop talking to her if you tried.” Their banter was interrupted by his phone chiming with a text from you. He hesitated, not wanting to prove Tito right. After a few moments of silence, it chimed again, and Tito laughed and motioned to it. “Aren’t you gonna answer your girlfriend?”

“Shut up.” 

By the end of the trip, Mat was certain that he did love you. It made his heart flutter, it made him feel so soft and warm whenever he thought about you. He knew you were going to be there waiting when he got back, you had called before his flight and claimed you were gonna drive him home, and he knew he wanted to kiss you today.

Even after he stepped off the plane, he didn’t feel home, not until you found your way into his arms. Your arms found their way around his waist, comfortable, familiar, and your hands slid inside his jacket sneakily. “Welcome back, Mat! You did great” 

“We didn’t even win every game.” 

“Maybe not, but you were great regardless.” And then you were pulling away from him, looking up at him with those pretty eyes and smiling with those pretty lips. “I missed you.” God, he loved you. Was this the perfect time? Was this his chance? You missed him, he missed you, and a reunion kiss is romantic, isn’t it? He was gonna do it, he was gonna kiss you-

“Hey, (Y/N)!” 

“Beau!” 

Just like that, his best opportunity was ruined as you gave his friend a hug as well. He made a mental note to yell at Tito later for cockblocking him- was that the term he should use? Fuck, he just wanted to kiss you so bad . 

IV.

The closest time he ever came to kissing you was after the 2020 All Star Game, You almost seemed more excited than him when he got the news he was going. Even though it wasn’t even his first game, you cheered and celebrated with him, hyping him up and, as soon as you heard it was in St. Louis, promised him that you’d come cheer him on in person this year. His heart swelled with pride, so happy that you were going to be there for him.

Mat knew having you there with his family was going to take a toll on him, having all the people he cared about most there for him was going to be too much emotion to handle, but he also knew it would be worth it. He first saw you with his family right before the Skills Competition and couldn’t get you out of his mind the rest of the night.

And then he won. Holy shit, he won fastest skater.

He found you waiting for him after the competition, standing in the hall before the locker rooms and once again proudly sporting your Barzal  jersey.

“Mat, oh my God!” You jumped when you saw him and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mat!” He caught you in his arms and smiled, loving the familiar feeling of your hugs and still not quite able to process that he actually won. “You won!!!”

“I know!” He laughed and the noise rumbled through you pleasantly. He dropped you back down onto your feet.

“I’m so proud of you!! I knew you could do it!!”

He caught your gaze- you were smiling ear to ear and it was gleaming all the way up to your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed from laughing and cheering him on, and your hair was pulled back except for a few flyaways that resulted when you rushed down here to meet him that were haloing your head. Your hands curled up around his shoulders and slid into his hair, higher and higher to play with the longer locks at the top of his head.

“Fastest skater, huh Mat?” 

God, he wanted to kiss you through that smile. He wanted to smile against your lips, swallow your giggles, run his hands through your hair without having to worry about people talking, without having to worry about being just friends. 

“I wouldn’t have won without my good luck charm here.” His hands slid up your back, across the 13 and up to his name that you wore so proudly. You were here for him, only for him, and he made you proud. You were here with his family, and you got along so well with them. This is it. The perfect opportunity for a kiss. His hand caressed your jaw, tilting your head up and smiling softly at you, and he had just taken a quick glance at your lips when someone else’s voice caught his ears.

“Mat!”

And then, all of a sudden, you were out of his arms and he was surrounded by family, congratulating him on the win. He was overjoyed to see them, sure, but he missed his best chance to kiss you.

He was getting frustrated.

 + the kiss

The rest of the season dragged on without any kisses, unfortunately, and it may have been getting to Mat. He had complained to Tito many, many times now about how much he wished he could find a chance to kiss you, but how everytime he wanted to, there seemed to be something stopping him. 

And Tito was getting pretty tired of his friend being so hopeless.

Now, he found himself at a houseparty with a bunch of friends, friends of friends, and some people who he wasn’t quite sure anybody knew, but all he could do was watch you from across the room. You looked amazing, like always, and were talking with some friends, tucking your hair behind your ear with delicate touches.

“God, you really have to get laid, dude.” 

“What?” Mat looked over to his teammate, trying to avoid the fact that he’d been ogling you all night.

“You’re just staring at her. Do something. Just kiss her already.” 

“I can’t just kiss her here. I have to make it… I don’t know, romantic?” His friend laughed, and he tried to shut him up, not wanting to alert your attention. “Well, we can’t just kiss surrounded by all these people! We have to at least be alone.”

“Alright, alright. I can help.” Mat didn’t even have time to ask what he meant before he was gone.

Ten minutes passed, and he almost forgot about Tito’s words, but as he was refilling his red solo cup in the kitchen, he was approached by one of your friends, who leaned up and whispered in his ear. “(Y/N) needs to talk to you.” She pointed over to a bedroom where you must have been waiting for him. Mat couldn’t help the little bit of fear that ran through his veins. 

“Okay.” He nodded to your friend and picked up his cup, “Yeah, sure.” On his way over to the room, he grabbed Tito away from a group and hissed in his ear. “Dude, what did you do?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean. Why does (Y/N) want to talk to me?” 

“Relax,” Tito laughed, seeing how nervous his friend was getting over this girl. “I said I’d help. Better hurry up. I heard it’s urgent.” 

Mat sighed and made his way over to the room, sucking in a breath and trying to steady himself. What did they tell you that had you needing to talk to him? They better not have said anything about how he felt, this isn’t how he wanted it to go. He wanted to tell you himself. “Uh, hey?” He knocked on the doorframe before coming in, and you looked up from where you were sitting criss cross on the bed, scrolling through your phone. 

“Hey.” You patted the bed next to you, and Mat came in and sat down, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. Friends. Just friends. You smiled with a sneaky look and tilted your head. “Soooo, Maty. I heard you have something to tell me.” Your voice lilted up at the end in a curious manner, which would have been cute if Mat could figure out what was happening.

“Me?” Mat’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I- I thought… Your friend told me you have something to tell me.” 

“Wait, what? No, Tito told me-” 

As if on cue, the door slammed shut, and Tito’s voice could be heard from the other side. “You know what to do, Barzy!” And suddenly it all made sense. It was a set-up. He was quick to stand up and rush to the door to try and open it but somehow they had managed to properly lock it from the outside. “Nope! You’re not getting out until you man up!” 

“No, no, I swear to God, man!” He took a few steps backwards and fell back onto the bed dramatically, covering his face with his hands. “Not like this!” 

“Umm, wanna explain to me what’s up?” 

Mat sat up after a few moments, and you took the moment to appreciate how fucking beautiful he looked tonight, sitting on the edge of this bed. The contrast between his creamy skin and the black of his hoodie and jeans was so artistic, and the red snapback sitting backwards on his head was the perfect pop of color in comparison. His hair was growing longer, he hadn’t cut it in a few months, and was curling out the bottom of his hat, just begging you to twirl your finger around it. “Well, it seems like our friends set us up.”

“But what do you mean not like this?”

He was quiet for a breath before closing his eyes and leaning back to look at the ceiling. “Fuck.” He lifted the hat off his head to run a hand through his hair quickly. “Okay, I promise, if it were up to me, this isn’t how it would've gone but…” 

You felt him pulling away again. “Mat, c’mon. You can talk to me. We’re friends.”

“No, no, that’s the problem, though!” He immediately softened his voice when he saw you recoil at the way he snapped. “Sorry, just…” he ran his hands over his face and you realized how nervous he was. Shit, that was pretty out of character for him. “You’ve been driving me crazy for months, (Y/N), and I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me. Fuck, you mean a lot to me. You’re more to me than just a friend.” He let his words settle into your body before continuing. “I think I… No, I do. I really like you, and I wanna be a lot more than friends and Tito knows and now apparently your friends do too and now they have us locked in here until we kiss.” The last sentence came out in a breath, and Mat sat still, biting his lip and waiting for a reaction.

“You like me? You wanna kiss me? You wanna date me?” 

“Yeah. I have for months.” 

Mat could hear his heartbeat pounding as he watched you, waiting for a reaction of some sort. He felt like time was moving in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the bed and reached your hand up to cup his jaw, locking eyes with him and glancing to his lips, so pink and plump and waiting for you. “Mat, you should’ve said something.” 

And then your lips were on his.

Soft and slow and gentle.

Your lips felt like heaven, delicate against his own, and tasted like that fruity chapstick he always sneakily watched you put on out of the corner of his eye. Your body molded against his perfectly, your small hand fitting just right beneath his jawline and the other right on the curve of his shoulder, squeezing for balance. Your nose bumped against his when your face wasn’t angled right, but before you could lean back to apologize, he had captured your lips and was kissing back with equal passion. He lifted his hand to stroke your cheek, pushing aside your hair and tucking it behind your ear, and cupped his hand against the back of your neck. The other dipped to the small of your back, pulling you in closer against him.

He set the rhythm: smooth, and sweet and needy.

 His mouth tasted like that sugary, alcoholic punch that they had sitting out in the kitchen, but felt like magic moving against yours, rocking with you and pushing and pulling at your lips like ocean waves. You didn’t deny him when his tongue peeked out against your lips in question, nothing too risque, but enough to keep the kiss passionate. Your hands traveled from his jaw down to the column of his neck, and you could feel him take a deep breath in before circling around to tug at the curls of hair that were sticking out of his dumb red snapback. 

It felt so right, and you kissed and kissed and kissed until you started smiling too much and your teeth began getting in the way.

Your foreheads found a place to rest on each other as you broke apart with wide grins on your faces. You nudged your nose against his, giggling and tracing a thumb down the rosy flush on his cheekbones, knowing that yours mirrored his in pinkness. He bit his bottom lip and let out a breathy laugh of his own, overwhelmed by lingering feelings of your kiss. 

There it was. He finally got his kiss.

“Wow.” 

“Wow is right.” Mat whispered, beautiful hazel eyes holding yours. “So I’m guessing... We’re together now?”

“Yeah. Finally.” You dropped your head down against his shoulder, turning to the side to give his neck a small peck. “You know, I’ve wanted this for months too, Mat.” 

Mat couldn’t help but laugh at himself. He had been trying for months upon months to find the perfect way to woo you, to confess his feelings and kiss you in the most romantic way possible, stressing over whether it was the right time or not, when all both of you wanted the whole time was each other. “Shit, we could’ve been kissing months ago. I’ve had so many opportunities.”

“Was it worth it, though? Was it worth the wait?” Mat leaned his head down, capturing your mouth again in a slow, sweet kiss, before breaking apart with a loud smack and humming against your flushed cheek with a grin. 

“So worth it, baby.”

[shoryubug]

I Said Leave Me Alone.

So let it be noted that I am not good at keeping up with things th way that people want me to. So I’m sorry that I haven’t done Standing Up chapter 2 yet, but I will get it up soon.  Anyway this story was inspired by a hyped up fantasy conversation between my roommate and myself, however there was a better IRL conclusion than there is in this story.  Also find it here on AO3 (registered users only though!) 

Chapter 1

Marinette was known for being late, Alya had always taken that into calculations when she made plans to talk to her best friend...because time and time again, a serious discussion would be needed, and since Marinette would be late, she didn't need to make more of a plan than waiting near the entryway of the school. From what she understood, Marinette's parents didn't tend to care if she was late so long as she had good grades, which Alya could understand, Marinette was a good student, she got good grades, and she did good things...but Alya herself would always have to discuss her tardiness with her parents and oftentimes got berated for it.

Today though, she'd talked to her mother a few nights prior, and revealed that she knew she was going to be late one day this week, she just hadn't picked it out yet, and Marlena agreed with Alya...that being late for the cause of trying to find some common ground in the current situation she was facing was worth it. Alya felt blessed to have such a loving and understanding mother, even if Marlena was often busy at work, she was always there if Alya needed help or to be show the voice of reason, which Alya found great...even if she hated being grounded at certain times for her determination of getting the greatest footage and gathering intel about the Parisian superheroes team.

Just as she suspected, Marinette was late this day, and as the girl began to charge up the steps of the stairs, Alya grabbed her bag and dragged her back a bit, to pull her attention away from the school.

"I'm sorry for grabbing you like that, but you kinda charged past me...can we talk for a bit? I know we're already late but I really need to talk to you." Alya stated, as Marinette's bluebell eyes went wide, and she nodded, it was strange, but she could almost sense fear in her best friend...which didn't make sense, what did she have to be afraid about? Alya was the one about to set fire to the world, after all.

Releasing her grip on the bag Alya motioned for Marinette to follow her as she walked them to a café that was near the school, and she ordered two lattes so that the pair of them could get some energy...and so that she could stall this conversation as long as she could. The nerves in her system had built up so intensely that she didn't know what to do.

"A-Alya...you wanted to talk?" the meek girl across from her asked as she led Alya to the stools near the location that the coffees would be placed when their orders were ready.

"I...yeah...look, there really is no easy way to say this Marinette because it sounds awful...and far be it from me to make bad accusations toward you girl, but..." she began before she gulped and shook her head for a second, diverting her attention over to the baristas as they started using their loud machines.

"I'm not saying that you're a bad person, and I can't stress that point enough girl, but you also haven't tried to mend fences, and it's getting old. Everyone is getting tired of it and nobody knows what to do, it seems like as long as Lila is around that the two of you are going to have people pick a side even though neither of you has asked that, I mean, Lila hasn't even asked that girl, it just seems to radiate from you, and it isn't exactly fair..." Alya stated as Marinette let out a sigh of relief, which gave Alya a puzzled look.

"I thought there was something else for a second and got really panicky, sorry...but...I didn't ask anyone to pick sides, and I'm not going to, but I don't like her. I'm not going to make efforts for someone that framed me and got half the class akumatized either. I don't care who does like her, I know what I know, and honestly, I trust my instincts. I know that you want proof of her being a liar, but even without being able to give you the proof, I trust myself." Marinette stated almost matter-of-factly, which made Alya tense up as their drinks were slid over to the pair of them. Alya passed a latte over to Marinette and as her hands gripped her own, the warmth of it spread through her palm and left her pondering.

"I just don't get it Marinette...you were never like this with Kagami or even with Chloe..." Alya stated before Marinette sighed and stood up.

"It doesn't matter Alya...I have to go to class now...thank you for the latte." Marinette whispered before taking her leave.

Taking a sip of her drink, Alya sat there contemplating just what even happened. She was so certain that talking to Marinette about the problem would result in her seeing that she needed to be more civil, but...it had just had the opposite effect, Marinette was as stubborn as ever about Lila, which was frustrating.

It was like she didn't care about her other friends, and the more Alya thought about it with each sip of her drink, the more agitated she became because clearly there was more to this story than Marinette would tell her, and Alya was her best friend after all, didn't she deserve to know what was going on? It wasn't fair to have been put in this position.

"No, it isn't fair, is it, my dear girl? You only tried to fix this problem, but your friend refuses to see reason or be honest with you...I'd like to help you to expose the truth about this ordeal, so that you and your friends might have some real peace, so long as you help me get Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous, do we have a deal?" A voice called out to her, as Alya stood there frozen.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

"Then Revelator, go find out your truths and get me my Miraculous."

[captainjimothycarter]

How about that AU where single parents Steggy meet because their kids meet each other in Pre-school and seem to recognize each other, and you get Steggy dismantling some horrible institution realizing their adopted from overseas toddlers were twins intentionally split up for 'reasons' and obviously you just gotta live together now man, twins can't be split again, guess we're together. Cause Maximoffs in New York, and Steve vs the hellion that is 4 year old Pietro.

 Something tells me that if I apologize for this being long, no one will complain, but anyway: I’m sorry for what I’m about to do and how I butcher this. OP, I love these prompts so much.

--

“You’re serious?”

Steve is fully aware that he doesn’t even know Peggy and he’s never seen her look more serious. She’s staring at him over the rim of her steaming coffee mug with an expression that says, you’re an idiot. Laid before them are a few folders, binders, and files, the contents spread out. This marked their life together.

The start of their life together.

It was late at night, Wanda was asleep with Pietro, curled up in his bed. The kid insisted she slept in the same bed and wouldn’t be told no and fuck, Steve couldn’t tell Wanda no. Not when she made that cute, little face that knew she’d get whatever she wanted. Besides, they couldn’t tear them apart again. They were toddlers who barely understood the situation. It’s not like the adults were doing much better.

Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Steve let out a loud sigh and tensed. He waited to hear Wanda’s whimpers or Pietro’s groans, but none came. His eyes fell to the stranger before him, wondering how did they miss each other.

“You do understand that this isn’t our fault?” Peggy asks him in a soft tone as if she’s trying to convince herself. She lays her hand on his wrist, the pad of her thumb rubbing over the inside of Steve’s wrist. “We had no way of knowing. None. Even though background checks, I didn’t find anything that said this.”

“Doesn’t mean I feel any less guilty here.” He downed the rest of his coffee like it was a shot and made a face at the coffee grounds sliding down his throat. Ugh. That’s what he gets for a shitty coffee maker. “We didn’t do this but now we have the consequences. How do we repair…four years of that?!”

“Steven.” The way she said his name made him frown at her. He looked like one more surprise news away from a breakdown. Poor guy. He really has been working himself to the ground. “I adopted Pietro when he was three months old. You adopted Wanda when she was two. They were separated for whatever goddamn reason. We both took the kids to give them a better life. How the hell we wounded up meeting is-is fate, is all it is. It’s fate.”

“Reverse Parent Trap.” He muttered under his breath and Peggy snorted, looking utterly embarrassed that she snorted. He deserved that slap to his shoulder. It was odd, how close they felt and barely knew one another. All he knew that she was from England, she now lived in America, and she adopted the twin brother of his daughter. “So what do we do now? We can’t keep them away from one another, that’s fucking torture! We’re lucky they remembered each other. Or had some weird twin connection, hell if I know.”

The man was clearly frustrated and Peggy wanted to soothe him, but she had to keep her head on here. She looked back at the paperwork. The second they’d realized something was odd when she picked up Pietro from pre-K, Steve had rushed home to go get every document he ever had of Wanda and brought it back to her place.

The twins had to have some connection, didn’t they? They recognized one another, had some draw to it. When Steve saw them together, she gasped out loud because they looked so similar and not in the manner little kids do when they’re young. It took a DNA swab test designed by Stark Industries to work in under an hour to confirm their suspicions.

Explaining that the kids were not so much easier. There were endless questions and Wanda’s assumptions they split them up before Peggy had to prove that no they didn’t. It was the people in the hospital. Then Pietro’s declaration that all hospital people were bad and Steve tried to gently explain no they weren’t because sometimes bad, bad mistakes happen. So far, that’s all they could do was chuck this up to mistakes. They weren’t exactly sure. Besides, his ma was a nurse and she wasn’t bad.

“What do we do now?” Peggy mused, taking their coffee mugs and setting them in the sink. She started to clean the table with Steve’s help, carefully organizing everything together. She stared at the photo of Wanda on Steve’s shoulders in front of some museum, then of hers with Pietro on a goddamn child leash because he loved to try to run off. “I think you know. We can be civil about it.”

“Or…” Steve stood up and gently took the binder from her arms. There was a glint in his eyes as he took her hands and gently pressed a few kisses along her fingertips. It’s the boldest he’s been since he arrived at her apartment. “We don’t go about it civil. The first thing you did when you saw me was check out my ass.” Peggy’s ears turning pink told Steve he was right. “We can go about this the right way or…our way.”

If Peggy had anything to say, Steve didn’t hear it. Her lips were on his, his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

--

“So when is their birthday?” Howard asked, frowning as he watched the toddlers play with the water guns in the kid’s play area of Stark Industries.

Steve hated this. It felt like an interrogation room with the mirrored glass. They weren’t criminals. They were kids. Confused kids. “We don’t know,” he replied, turning to look at Peggy where she was bending over to study some flight plans charted on the table. That was Peggy, alright, newly appointed aviator of Stark Industries, Steve’s girlfriend [God that made him giddy], and an old-fashion soul. She loved computers but loved everything else handheld and on paper, so the charts were easier. “Pegs? Peggy.”

Peggy jumped and turned around, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I was double checking my courses. I swear, I didn’t lose that shipment,” she mumbled, still hung up on the situation. “Anyway, yes? What is it?”

“Birthday, Pegs,” Howard rolled his eyes and slid in the rolling chair to the table she was at. He rolled up the chart much to her pouting. “When are their birthdays? If you want me to get their paperwork right and set up properly, I need to know.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he liked Howard Stark. The man was eccentric, a ball of energy. He didn’t know when to sit still and bounced from one side of the room to the next. He was balls to the wall when hyped up about something. But he was Peggy’s friend and boss, so he set his opinions aside to focus on the matter at hand. They couldn’t trust many people with this information, Peggy had asked Howard to design the twins paperwork to reflect that they were twins and family and Steve and Peggy both were their parents.

“We’re unsure. Steve’s paperwork for Wanda says April 19th. Mine says September 12th.” She pursed her lips in thought, her eyes on Steve. A silent conversation passed through them, leaving Howard confused. Her head just ever so slightly nodded. “October 1st.”

If Howard had a complaint, he said nothing. Or at least Steve didn’t hear him because at that point Pietro had cornered Wanda with the water gun. Howard turned back to Peggy with a fond smile. “The guy must really like you. He’s quiet. Thoughtful.” She rolled her eyes at him, causing the genius to smirk. “And no, you didn’t lose the shipment. It was stolen. I got guys working on it.”

“Peggy!” Steve’s voice betrayed the emergency of the situation, causing Peggy to abandon Howard and run straight to the playroom.

She gasped at the sight of Steve held in the air, a screaming Wanda in his arms, surrounded by red energy. The second she got close, Steve fell to the floor on his backside but held a terrified Wanda tightly to him.

“We have a situation,” he groaned to her.

As if their already situation wasn’t tricky enough.

--

So that’s it.

Steve was married to the wonderful Peggy Carter, aviator for Stark Industries. He was a stay at home father with a pair of twins. Twins separated shortly after their birth and now reunited. Twins with powers. Confusing powers that not even they understood.

Their relationship had changed in a matter of weeks. With the secrecy of everything that happened, they agreed it was best to get married ASAP. Bucky wasn’t too happy about them skipping a wedding and getting to embarrass Steve with a speech but even he agreed.

So that was it then, huh?

Not quite.

Wanda’s powers were difficult to understand and anytime Steve thought he could understand how she manipulated things or levitated them, or controlled minds, he was reminded he barely had control of the situation.

Pietro was almost just as worse with his speed.

They were kids, toddlers at that. Confusing toddlers were bad enough, but toddlers with superpowers? Now that was just a daily headache. They couldn’t control them. Once Pietro sneezed and jolted back all the way through the house and into his bed. He just thought it was fun and showed his mama as soon as she got home.

So what were they supposed to do? The only thing they could.

Move to a bigger home in the countryside. Steve took up being a comic artist, but more focused on stay at homework. Peggy continued her job at Stark Industries because part of her didn’t trust Stark. He knew about the powers but they worried through every test and blood sample that he might betray them. Now that Howard seemed to be that guy but Peggy couldn’t take her chances.

Thankfully Howard’s contacts had come through and they found a teacher, someone named Xavier who could help with the twin's powers. The only problem was, the guy was somewhere overseas and it would be after the new year before he could come to assess the problems. For now, Steve would send him daily updates and Xavier had started to couch Steve through working the twins through some testing or obstacle or stuff.

Their improvement showed and the father couldn’t have been more proud.

All Steve could say was, yes this situation was certainly an odd one. He never thought he’d adopt a child, much less a better half of a twin, a powered twin at that. Never did he thought he’d be with someone the likes of Peggy. A beautiful woman that took no shit and had no problem dishing it back out or putting Steve in his place when he needed it.

He never thought he’d have a successful career as a comic artist or even be a stay at home dad, but here he was.

Here he was in a loving, beautiful home that was chaotic at the best times, with two loving kids who just always wanted a family to belong to. And really, Steve and Peggy had done their both to give it to them.

Life was chaotic but it was good.

It was their life.

One Peggy and Steve had decided they’d carve it out together.

[julieandthephantomsblogduh]

We’re Sorry

Luke!sister reader x Reggie

I am legit the biggest fan of the luke!sister x reggie trooop so... Also this is kinda the plot for the next Malia episode so watch out for that. Legit when I saw this I was so excited to write it!!! There wasn’t a specific song mentioned here but as soon as I read this prompt the song Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj popped in my head so I decided to roll with it. Anyway stay safe ya’ll and I hope you enjoy! - Requested by @xyacelisx​ (I just realized I lost the actual ask which sucks but thats okay)

PS for the song - Y/N is Jessie J, Julie is Ariana Grande because their range is beautiful and Flynn is Nicki Minaj because her wrap in I Got The Music was amazing

We stood on the stage as the entire school flooded out to head to Carrie’s house.

“Great, just great...” Julie sits at the edge of the stage, feet dangling off.

“At least the new kid is still here,” Flynn says, pointing to the new kid dancing with another kid.

“C’mon Julie,” I say, trying to pull her up, “Two people is still an audience, you can still perform.”

“What’s the point? Everybody wanted to see Julie and the Phantoms... not just Julie.”

“If they don’t wanna respect you and be for there for you... girl you don’t need them,” I say walking towards the dj table and clicking a song, “You got us”

Music starts playing

Both girls turn to look at me as I shrug my shoulders, “Hey this was our anthem like five years ago,” I grab a mic off the table and switch it on.

Sure she got a body like an hourglass

But I can give it to you all the time

Sure she got a booty like a Cadillac

But I can send you into overdrive (oh)

Flynn joins me on stage,

You've been waiting for that

Step on up, swing your bat

I walk up to Julie and hand her mic to her,

You see anybody could be bad to you

You need a good girl to blow your mind, yeah

Bang bang into the room (I know you want it)

Bang bang all over you (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

Bang bang there goes your heart (I know you want it)

Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

Julie takes over as the boys pop out onto the dance floor,

She might've let you hold her hand at school

But I'mma show you how to graduate

“Guess who just showed up?” I told Flynn. She just rolls her eyes at me, “You guys don’t deserve someone who shows up three hours late”

No, I don't need to hear you talk the talk

Just come and show me what your momma gave (oh yeah)

I heard you've gotta big baby, mouth but don't say a thing

See anybody could be good to you

You need a bad girl to blow your mind

Julie walks back to us, and we start jumping around stage

Bang bang into the room (I know you want it)

Bang bang all over you (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

Bang bang there goes your heart (I know you want it)

Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

“FLYNN DROP THOSE BEATS”

(You know what, girls? let me show you how to do it)

She flips her hair and starts rocking out, Julie and I hyping her

It's Myx Moscato

It's frizz in a bottle

It's Nicki full throttle, it's oh, oh

Swimming in the grotto

We winning in the lotto

We dipping in the powder blue, four door

Kitten so good

It's dripping on wood

Get a ride in the engine that could

Go, Batman, robbin' it

Bang bang, cockin' it

Queen Nicki dominant, prominent

It's me, Julie, and Y/N

We all smile looking at each other; Flynn continues spitting bars

If they test me, they sorry

Ride his uh like a Harley

Then pull off in his Ferrari

If he hanging we banging

Phone ringing, he slanging

It ain't karaoke night but get the mic 'cause I'm singing

B to the A to the N to the G to the uh

B to the A to the N to the G to the hey

I walk to the front of the stage, belting out

See anybody could be good to you

You need a bad girl to blow your mind (your mind) (okay)

“YES Y/N” I can see Reggies mouth gape a little

I walk back to them, we jump around, dancing and singing;

Bang bang into the room (I know you want it)

Bang bang all over you (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

Bang bang there goes your heart (I know you want it)

Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

Bang bang into the room (I know you want it)

Bang bang all over you (I'll let you have it)

Yo, I said bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang bang there goes your heart (I know you want it)

Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it)

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah)

Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

I bring the girls in for a hug, “I love you guys.”

“That was amazing!” I hear Luke say, looking at us.

I was too mad to even think about listening to them right now. “I’m going to get some Ice cream for us,” I say walking away.

I head towards the cafeteria, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I can’t believe they had the nerve to show up after not coming on time. They literally promised Julie they wouldn’t be late. I try pulling open the doors to the kitchen, only to realize that I had left the keys in the gym. Letting out a yell of frustration, I slide down the door, sitting on the floor with my head in my hands.

“Y/n!”

I look up to see Luke and Reggie staring back at me.

“What do you guys want?”

“You have such a pretty voice,” Reggie says, smiling at me with a look of adoration on his face.

“Thank you,” I whisper, looking down. Right now, compliments weren’t going to save them.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, crouching down in front of me.

“Am I okay? Do I look okay to you guys? Also you should be asking Julie that. You guys left her dying today. You abandoned her today... and when you do that to my best friend you do it to me. You guys broke the biggest promise you made to her,” I glare at them.

“We’re sorry about that. We just got... carried away.” Reggie tries, also taking a seat in front of me.

I let out a huff, “Sorry is not going to cut it guys. You really hurt Julie and I today.”

“We had a good reason...” Luke tries.

“No you didn’t,” I interrupt him, “I understand why you wanted revenge on Bobby. I do. He betrayed me to by not telling me about the songs... about you. But you could have done that another time. Today was supposed to be about Julie and the Phantoms, the start of something new. That’s not going to work until you guys can understand that the best way to get revenge is by becoming something better without him.”

“You’re right Y/n, and we’re sorry we didn’t realize that before,” Luke says.

“Please forgive us Y/n... we’re really sorry,” Reggie starts.

“And if you won’t forgive us...” Luke says with a little smirk, “We’re going to follow you everywhere and sing ‘We’re sorry’ to you until you forgive us.”

I give them a confused look. I had no idea what we’re sorry was, “I have no idea  what that is?”

They both look at each other before standing up and clearing their throats. Suddenly, they start harmonizing and sing the words, ‘We’re sorry’, over and over again.

I let that go on for a minute before I start getting annoyed, “Okay OKAY stop... please.”

“Please forgive us,” Luke asks, with his puppy eyes 🥺

“Yeah Y/n...” Reggie says, pulling out his best pout and puppy eyes, “Pleasse forgive us.”

I continue to glare at them, even though my heart was telling me to just forgive them.

“Fine then,” Luke says, holding his hands out and his guitar appears out of nowhere.

He starts strumming it before the two boys start singing, ‘We’re Sorry’ again. Over and over and over and over and over and...

I look between the two of them, “Okay please stop...” I plead standing up, “You guys are... ugh.”

They turn to face each other before looking back at me.

“So you forgive us?” Luke says, smiling.

“Only if you guys profusely apologize to Julie for hurting her and making it up to her somehow, and...” I turn to face Reggie, “If Reggie comes over tonight and sings me his country song.”

“Okay never mind, you don’t need to forgive us,” Luke says, tugging Reggie away.

“C’mon man!” Reggie says, “That songs all yours Y/n!” He gives me a little wink.

“No! Stop flirting!” Luke stays, trying to physically block us from each other. “And you!” He turns towards Reggie, “Stop hitting on my sister!”

“Sorry, she’s too pretty,” He sends me a smirk, making me blush.

“Reggie!” He goes to hit him but Reggie flashes away, saying, “See you later babe.”

I blush as Luke turns towards me, “No! No Reggie.”

“Yes Reggie,” I smirk walking back towards the gym.

“No Y/n! Come back... please... y/n!”

I just continue to walk away laughing, “Sorry big brother. You should have been on time.”

Bang Bang By Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj.

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