#part two comin hot n fast

[capricxs]

i do not want, but crave the k askjfsjask

idk but it’s some type of k

james always waits until they’re all passed out to begin opening. it’s all chaos, though. everyone opens and once and he watches laney open her’s. he’s leaning in close to see the paper pull back to show a box of chocolates. she coos and looks up to his mom and gives her a polite, and warm thank you. she nods back, as if it was her pleasure to give laney such a gift. he knows she just didn’t want laney to be left out.

“if you forget to take those home i will eat them.” he leans in to whisper to her. “i’m just letting you know now.”

she scoffs, hitting his chest. “no way, i’m not forgetting these. i’m eating them when i get home.”

“you know what’s a fool proof way of not forgetting them tonight?” he grins.

“what?” she looks up at him.

his fingers finger the back of her neck, rubbing over the chain resting against her skin. “you stay here.”

she looks around, her cheeks getting a bit pink. “your parents are staying though, right?”

he shakes his head. “my dad gifted my mom with a hotel night stay in the city. they’re leaving after dessert.”

laney can’t help but let a small smile slip from her lips as she looks down form the box. “yeah, sure. you could probably use some help cleaning anyways.”

“yeah, that’s a good reason.” he grins.

“romeo! open you presents.” susan shouts at him and he rolls his eyes, his cheeks turning pink.

so he does. he thanks his grandparents for the book, and his parents for the sweater which he will probably wear soon. he gets the gift of an old fergie album from don, which he says is the greatest gift of all. he doesn’t own a fucking cd player and he’ll never touch it but jokes on don because he loves fergie.

he hears laney laugh with the rest of the family during jokes, and the watch the kids open their presents and jump with excitement when they see the new toys they got from their uncle, or their grandparents, or when they get a book from great grandma and grandpa, which makes james smile. as they watch, he can’t stop running his thumb over the chain on the back of her neck. it feels good, knowing it’s there. knowing he’s hanging on her neck like that. he catches her rub the pendant between her fingers at one point. when she notices he’s watching her, her cheeks turn pink and she puts her hand back down. he couldn’t keep his grin hidden no matter how hard he bit down on his lip.

maybe he was right in his comment. maybe waiting is dumb. because really, when will things be better? sure, he was right in saying no to laney that first time, but it’s been over a year now and no one makes him feel stronger than laney, so why shouldn’t he be making this happen? his mom got his hesitance but she also said that she trusted him. and his biggest fear? the possibility that someone gets hurt so bad that someone relapses? well isn’t that just as much a possibility now?

“thank you, uncle jamie!” glenn, who is only a year younger than sam, rushes up to him and he has to pull his arm away from laney, so he can hug him back when his small arms wrap around him.

“you’re very welcome, kid.” he grins, patting his back when his pulls away. once he rushes back to take a look at his new toy, james rests his back against the couch, but he holds himself back from touching her, feeling like he was caught in the act.

it was long after presents that the youngest kids were getting cranky. a couple of his cousins has to leave, so james made sure to send them home with some pie as they did. he left laney in the living room to fend for herself, where he had a feeling his family just might eat her alive. he was right, because when he peaked around the corner to see what was happening, his cousin mary was sitting right next to her, looking at the necklace on her and grinning wide. he went back into the kitchen before his face got too red and he finished packing up dessert and handed them to his cousins as the pulled him in, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they were. he smiles, saying the same back to them, and he starts dishing up the rest, the room just a big more quiet with a few people gone.

they all sat in his living room, eating their dessert and talking even more.

“james.” laney says quietly, and he tilts his head to look at her, chewing his pie. “here.” she swipes her finger across the edge of his lips, then pulling her finger to her mouth to lick off the sugar, “you’re good now.” she smiles, and he swears her might just tackle her now.

“i’ve never been so excited to clean with you.” he says, still holding her gaze, but mostly looking at her lips.

she bites her lips, and nods. “yeah, me too.”

he finally looks away from her, jumping into a conversation with one of his uncles and cousins. it’s all banter and he even hears laney chime in, which makes him smile. he hopes she feels a bit more comfortable here. he wants nothing more than for his family to become a part of her life. 

eventually, family starts to trickle out. some have to go to other sides of the family, his autn is taking grandma and grandpa home so her family leaves with all of them collectively. his parents have their bags packed and are ready to head to their special night away. they come up to james as they’re at the door, his mom giving laney a hug and telling her it was so nice to meet her, and she hopes to see her again soon. james walks them to the door, giving them tight hugs and exchanging i love you’s and we’re so proud of you. james just tells them to send him pictures of the hotel and not to have too much fun. it makes his dad laugh and he makes some sort of innuendo that james pretends he didn’t hear.

when he comes back he finds laney talking to one of the little ones, looking at the toy she’d gotten for christmas, and laney trying to help open it from it’s intense packaging. he smiles, leaning against one of the walls and just taking in how good she looks in the picture. she looks like she’s meant to be here.

“hey, man, we’re heading out.” don says, clasping a hand onto his partner, ken’s back. “we’re having a thing in a couple weeks, you two should come.”

“what’s a thing?” james says carefully, eyeing the both of them. don is only a couple years older than james, but ken and don have been together since they met in college. ken’s family isn’t too keen on the relationship, so he comes to most family gatherings. 

“well i’d say it’s a fancy party but i’m sure it’s got nothing on your fancy parties.” ken lets out a sigh. “oh how i would dream to party with decaprio.”

“i never—-”

“don’t say it, james. in my mind you partied with him and i want to keep it that way.”

james purses his lips and nods. “so i don’t need to break out my tux kind of fancy.”

“no.” don shakes his head. “you look like a fine dining party no matter where you’re going to i’m not worried about you. there’s just going to be some food and drinks— we’ll make sure we’ve got stuff for you guys, we found some really great soda when we traveled out to the midwest, so we like… bought cases of them and took it back.”

“what are we celebrating?” james raises an eyebrow.

the two look at each other and press their lips together. james squints but it only takes a few moments before his eyes widen. “oh shit—!”

“shh, keep your fucking mouth shut.” don steps forward. “we didn’t want to make christmas about us, so we’re telling everyone later.”

“why didn’t you tell me, you assholes.” james hits don in the chest.

“he literally popped the question two days ago, i knew you were going to be neck deep in this, i thought i’d say it now. we’re going to have everyone over later.” 

ken pokes out a finger. “if you tell darlene i’ll personally come here and kill you.”

james’ mouth hangs open. “you want me to not tell my own mother?”

“not your secret to tell.” don shakes his head.

james visibly pouts and stomps his foot a little. “fine. but i’m telling laney.”

“well she’s invited too, so i hope you would. it’d be a very big surprise to come to find out she’s going to an engagement party.”

james sighs, his lips curling into a smile. he pulls the two of them into a hug, holding them tightly. “i’m so happy for you guys. i love weddings so much.” he whispers. 

they hug him back and ken lets out a laugh. “good, we’re getting married just for you.”

“i know.” he says muffled. he pulls away, patting their shoulders. “well i’ll let you tow go. you probably have lots of planning to do. if you need to borrow anything i… really went out for decorations and i’m happy to share.”

“well keep it in mind, thanks. take care, man.” they part their ways and james shuts the door behind them. susan and morris and their kids are the only ones left at that point. laney sits on the floor with kara as they play with her new toy. he strolls back in, sitting on the couch to watch them all wind down.

“jesus christ— fuck!” laney calls out from the kitchen and james stops the vaccum in the livingroom, resting it beside the garbage bags of wrapping paper and toy packaging. he runs into the kitchen, looking and laney staring at her top. “i got ham juice on it!” she pouts.

“take it off now, we’ll get it soaking.” he holds out his hand. she stares at him for a moment, blinking at the request. “time is of the essence, laney, the faster we get it soaking the quicker it comes out. take one of my shirts in the room.” she stares at him for another few moments. he sighs, putting his hand over his eyes. “there.” he feels ehr shirt rest in his hand and her footsteps lead to the bedroom, where the door clicks shut and he moves to his laundry closet where he grabs the stain remover and moves to the bathroom, turning on the water and filling the sink so he can pour the stain remover on the shirt and let it soak, hopefully taking care of it.

“are you alright, though, laney?” he comes out of the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“yeah i’m okay.” she says. 

he presses his hand to the doorknob, and he feels out the silence. “may i come in?”

“uhm…” she pauses. “yeah, sure.” 

he twists the knob and enters the bedroom, seeing her standing there, one of his white tees hanging off of her frame. she’s holding something in her hands, looking down at a frame. he comes to stand beside her, looking at the picture. “ah, for graduation, all brady wanted was to go to disney land. i don’t know why, but he was really excited about it.” next to him stands brady, with the classic mickey mouse hat, and balloon. the eighteen year old beams, and james stands next to him with some sweet treat and a dimply smile. his parents hold them tightly, beaming with the kind of proud parent glow. “he had such a good time. i think he just wanted to be a kid for a day before he had to go off and be an adult for the rest of his life.” he smiles faintly. “he really committed to that. somewhere i have a picture of him with goofy and donald.”

laney laughs, and then it fades off. “i would have loved to meet him.”

“he would have loved to meet you, too. he probably would have swept you off your feet and you would have left me for him.” he laughs. “he was much more charming than me.”

“not possible.” laney shakes her head.

“oh, it’s very possible. he was so cool. like the coolest guy in school. like he was charming and flirty and had just a pinch of asshole that made him exciting like brady was the guy.” james takes the picture from her hands to look at it. “he was a fun person, and a really good brother.” he presses his lips to the side. he feels laney’s hand reach up to his shoulder, her face pressing into his arm. 

“he’s be proud of you.” she says.

“i know.” james nods. he would have disappointed brady, too. but he knows where he stands now, brady would be proud. he sets the picture down, turning to face laney. “i means a lot to me that you came today. i know christmas isn’t at all your thing.” 

“i had a really good time.” she grins. “it means a lot you wanted me here.”

“of course i did.” he reaches up, brushing away her hair.

“i should finish the dishes, huh.” she says. “i tried to pick a shirt that mattered the least, i hope this one is okay, in case i get more ham juice on it.”

“well i would say it doesn’t matter, but it looks so good on you it just might.” he smirks, reaching to tug at the hem of the fabric. “you should wear my stuff more.”

she hums, pulling away from his grasp to leave the room, going back into the kitchen. he watches her move, feeling the confidence in her wake and he knows it’s going to be a tough night.

cleaning was a breeze. they put on some music and both their voices filled the apartment as they sung along. finally james joined her in the kitchen where he put dishes away and she started a second load into the dishwasher. it was nice, simple. he put his hands on her waist whenever he moved past her. then there was the one moment where one his older song came on and he took laney by the waist, swaying her around to the music, holding her hand tight and dipping her back and feeding off of her giggles. 

he was back to radiating. standing there in the kitchen alongside her as their hands got clammy from washing all the dishes, their mouths hurting from laughing and smiling so much. the apartment was back to being clean and he offered if she wanted to watch a movie, eating the rest of the leftover dessert. she agreed, so he got himself changed out of his christmas clothes and into something comfier, taking the paper plates into the living room, putting on some garbage christmas movie on netflix. sitting down beside her, he sets the plate in her lap and it’s not long before her body leans into his. 

“this movies sucks.” she says after about twenty minutes.

“took you that long to notice, huh?” he’s setting their paper plates on the coffee table, pulling his feet back.

“i’m not very entertained.” she says.

“me either.” his fingers reach forward to rub the back of her neck, feeling over the chain. 

“james,” laney starts.

“yes, laney?” he smirks, looking at her. she’s got her eyes forward on the screen. he can feel her a bit tense under his touch, but he waits.

“waiting is dumb.” she says.

“i agree.” he reaches to cup the back of her neck and in unison, their heads turn completely and she’s grabbing fists of his shirt, their mouths finally meeting. it’s open and hot and needy. she’s warm, he lips are soft and full and he doesn’t stop. he’s not going to pull away. he keeps kissing her. keeps kissing her until she feels her tongue tease against his and he’s getting up from the couch so he can crawl over her.

everything. all of it. it’s been a year of so much back and forth and all this teasing and standing on the edge and lustful dreams and romantic fantasies and all of it comes down to this. he’s pushing her back against the couch, reaching behind her to free her hair from the tie, letting it spill around her as he kissing her more. he’s biting her lip, holding her tightly, letting his hand run over every part of her. he feels her breast over her shirt and the moan he earns only has him kissing her more. he’s kissing her deeper, faster, more urgently. it’s an overwhelming feeling of wanting everything all at once, and so much of it. 

she’s got her fingers tangled in his hair and nothing’s felt better than when she whispers his name, half out of breath. he sees her with her eyes half open and her cheeks flushed, lips puffy. he keeps going back for more. their kisses keep meeting halfway and they’re both desperate for it. clawing at each other to get closer, for more intimacy. he’s reaching under her shirt to feel her shirt, feeling her tones stomach, feeling the underwire of her bra. before he can make any moves, she’s tugging and he leans back to pull away at his shirt, his skin and all his tattoos exposed her in a different context. he stays there for a moment, looking down at her, out of breath, hair in a halo around her glowing face. her shirt tugged at and disheveled. but she’s smiling. her finger tips reaching up to his stomach. “you’re so beautiful.” she says softly, less as a discovery but the way you say about your favorite art piece.

he sighs, leaning back down to take her face in his hands and kiss her again. her back arches, pressing into his. he’s already half hard, and wonders if she can feel it through her jeans. “laney,” he purrs. his hands move to push her shirt over her chest, until she leans up a bit to throw it off completely. her skin is so smooth and delicate and he watches her chest raise and fall quickly. he lowers himself, pressing kisses to her neck, biting gently in places. her fingers go back to his hair, pulling just a bit the moment he sinks his teeth into her skin. but then he’s further down and reaches her breasts, where he kisses and nips along the hem of her bra. she huffs, feeling his hand reach up to feel her other breast. she’s leaning up again, reaching behind her to undo the clasp and shrug off the material. he thought he was hasty to touch her, but she was just as hasty to feel him.

his lips, his tongue, his teeth. every bit of him feels her. he listened to her sounds and reactions and did what she likes, and avoided what she didn’t. he melted the way she said his name through her moans. she begged for more. he wanted nothing more than to give it to her. he slides further down his hands running over high thighs, still covered by her pants. his eyes look up at laney, and she’s still breathing thick, her fingers brushing back his curls and she nods. without another thought, he’s unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them away from her feet, throwing them on the ground and kissing his way up her thighs, nipping at the soft skin inside and listening to her whimper and beg. he can feel her heat, and how wet she is through her panties. he wishes he could keep teasing for longer; drag it out over the rest of the night, but james wanted to know what she sounded like when he makes her cum. 

[lsd-astronaut]

Hi! Can I request a Roger x F!Reader based on prompt 13 from the Angst section? I love your writing!

heyy, sorry for only getting to your ask now. christmas and nye took a lot of my time but don’t worry; i’ll try to make justice to what you asked me hehehe also tysm for liking my writing omgg🥺🥺💕💕

(Angst) 13. “She/He/They isn’t/aren’t answering the phone.”

Scary Misunderstanding

Pairing: Roger Waters x F!Reader

God knows why Roger wakes you up at five in the morning. You groan as you cover your eyes and swear under your breath as your boyfriend pulls the blankets off you, exposing you to the winter breeze coming from the open window.

You sit up in the bed with furrowed eyebrows, giving a side glance at the window.

“Why is it open?” You mumble.

“You’re the one who is always telling me to open it so the room is ventilated,” Roger simply says as he puts on one of his many jumpers.

“I’m gonna bloody freeze!”

“Then stop whining and get dressed,” Roger smirks as he throws your favourite outfit on your lap. “We can have breakfast in the studio.”

You lift an eyebrow at that. “I’m going with you to the studio?”

“Well, why do you think I woke you up before the sun even rose?” Roger laughes. “You’re always telling me that the others take their girlfriends and how I never take you with me. So, today you’re comin’ with me.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve never said that!” You blush embarrassed as you look away from Roger’s piercing green eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Come on, hurry up. I don’t want to be late.”

Twenty minutes later, you are sitting in the worn couch in the studio, just watching Roger play his bass seamlessly. Rick is checking the volume of the recording in the mixing table, out of the recording booth.

Suddenly, David comes in the room with some cups of coffee. He gives one to Rick who thanks him lowly, and turns around to you.

“I knew you were coming, so I got you hot cocoa, if that’s okay,” the blond man smiles at you.

“It’s perfect. Thanks, David.”

You hold the cup with both your hands, just feeling the warmth seeping from it. A sip from it makes your body tingle in pleasure.

“Did you put sugar in it?” You asked David curiously.

“Two packets as always,” David smiles in his cup as he holds two fingers up. “I’ve known you like forever, Y/N. You have the sweetest tooth I’ve ever seen.”

With a laugh, you stick your tongue out at him. Then, you keep looking at Roger who is doing yet another take.

Suddenly, the studio phone rings and Nick, who is closest to it, answers. He nods some times before turning to you.

“Lindy says she wants you to spend a "girls day" with Ginger, Juliette and her,” Nick says while covering the phone with his hand. “You feeling up to it?”

You finish your drink as fast as possible and stand up while nodding. “Sure! Can I talk with her?”

Nick nods and passes the phone to you. After a minute or so of conversation, Lindy and you farewell each other. Hanging the phone up, you grab your coat.

“I’ll be going home now!” You wave the boys goodbye before rushing outside the studio.

An hour later, Roger finishes recording his parts and makes his way out of the booth. Looking around, his face shows confusion.

“Where’s Y/N?”, he whispers to Rick as David is the one recording now his parts.

The older man takes a sip from his cup of coffee. “I think she said she was going home?”

Roger nods and walks out of the room to smoke a cigarette.

After a few drags, he stomps on it with the tip of his boot before going inside again. As he walks, he notices that the TV in the breakroom is on. Roger unconsciously stops and looks at what it’s shown.

The news channel shows a distressed woman informing about an accident in one of the subway train lines. Roger spares a glance to the headline and widens his eyes.

That line is the one that Roger and you take every day to go from your flat to the studio whenever he doesn’t feel like driving.

Roger rushes outside to the studio parking. He prays not to find his car where he left it earlier that morning. He swears loudly when he spots it.

The boys look in confusion as they see Roger run in the studio; almost tripping down as he lungs for the telephone.

Roger marks the flat number and waits. After ten tones, he hangs up and marks the number again. And again. And again. And again.

A hand on his shoulder startles him. Roger turns around and is met with David. The younger man is taken aback as he sees the bassist’s tear-stained face.

“What’s wrong, Roger?” David asks softly as he keeps his hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“She isn’t answering the phone,” Roger whimpers before breaking down in tears.

Rick, who has gotten up from his seat, walks up to the two men and leads Roger to sit down on the couch. Once the bassist has calmed down enough, Rick talks calmly.

“Tell us what exactly happened.”

Roger wearily explains everything as he sniffles and rubs his puffy eyes.

After everything has been explained, Rick sighs and walks to the phone. He marks a number and waits. Immediately, a voice answers him. Both of them keep a conversation for some minutes. Then, he hangs up and walks to Roger again.

“Y/N is with Juliette, Ginger and Lindy right now. They’re at my flat if you want to go there.”

Roger opens his mouth a bit and rushes to grab his things. Before he goes out of the door, he turns around and thanks David and Rick, who look dumbfounded at his mood swing.

After a really risky drive, Roger arrives at the pianist flat and walks to the front door to ring the doorbell. He shuffles his feet and puts his hands in his pockets to warm them a bit.

The front door clicks open and Rick’s girlfriend appears behind it. She smiles as she sees Roger, opening the door wide.

“Come in, we’re in the living room!”, Lindy says.

Roger walks behind her until they both reach it. He scans the room until he sees your left side profile. That’s when he finally releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

You turn around and are surprised when you see Roger standing there. Leaving Rick’s cat on the floor, you stand up and walk to your boyfriend.

“What’s the matter?”, you ask as you tilt your head.

Roger breathes out shakily. “I thought you’d gotten in the train accident.”

“Train accident? Has there been one?”

Roger nods. “I tried calling to the flat because Rick said you had gone home.”

You furrow your eyebrows at that. “Didn’t Nick tell you where I had gone?”

“Why would Nick tell me anything??”

“Well, Lindy called him so he asked me if i wanted to go to Rick’s flat for a girls day. And then I said I was going home to grab something. But I realised I had it in my purse while I was walking so I just went straight to Rick’s flat.”

When you finish explaining everything, Roger looks at you intently. After some tense moments of silence, he finally chuckles.

“God, that was the worst misunderstanding I’ve ever had!”, he says as he hugs you tight. “Next time, call me so I know you’re safe, okay?”

You nod against Roger’s chest. When you two pull apart, you decide to go back home with him. Having said goodbye to your friends, Roger and you walk home hand in hand.

[peachbear88]

Leave Before You Love Me

A/N: College/highschool AU inspired by "Leave Before You Love Me" by Jonas Brothers x Marshmello. I don't know, I can't decide if it's college or highschool.

Warning: IMPLICATIONS OF SMUT. Just brief mentions. Because I'm a pure, innocent child and will throw my computer out of my window at the thought of writing smut. The few suggestive sentences I wrote had me cringing and flushing bright red.

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Your eyes flutter open as the sunlight seeps through the blinds. You groan, snuggling closer to the warm body next to yo- Hold on. Your eyes snap open and you backpedal, falling off the bed noisily.

"Ow!"

The naked figure stirs but doesn't wake and you creep around the room, grabbing your scattered clothes. Slipping out the bedroom door, you make it about halfway down the stairs before an annoying voice startles you.

"So you slept over, eh?"

You turn to find Pietro Maximoff leaning against the banister of the stairs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He slides smoothly down the banister, sliding past you as you continue trekking down the stairs.

"Yeah, I guess I fell asleep without knowing." You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, flashes of last night going off in your head. You follow him into the kitchen where he pulls out some leftovers from the fridge. He snorts.

"Sure. Well, I can't let you leave here in good conscience without at least feeding you." It's your turn to stifle a giggle.

"Feeding me with food your mother prepared?" He slides a bowl of reheated tomato soup over.

"It's the thought that counts."

You sip at the soup thoughtfully, barely holding back a groan at the taste of the soup.

"I don't get it. How can your mom make food taste so good? And it's reheated!" You pout, sullenly poking at the red liquid. Pietro laughs, slurping up his soup noisily, leaving a few tomato splatters all over his face. You snort, pointing at your own face.

"You got tomato soup everywhere Piet." He wipes at his mouth wildly with his shirt sleeve, managing to wipe away every spot except for one. You sigh amusedly, reaching out to with your napkin to wipe it off.

"Ahem." The two of you jump apart at the sudden noise. Standing in the doorway is Wanda, her hair ruffled, her long legs poking out from under the oversized sweater wrapped around her.

Do you think she's wearing anything underneath that?

You mentally chide yourself for having such dirty thoughts. Wanda makes her way to the marble countertop looking visibly disgruntled, sitting beside you. You scooch over a bit, hoping to leave a respectable distance between the two of you but after last night, she appears to have other plans, stealing Pietro's bowl of soup and sliding much closer to you.

Pietro smirks, taking his backpack from the back of his chair and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you at school!" You gag on your remaining bit of soup. The door slams behind him and Wanda scoots impossibly closer to you.

"So..." She flutters her eyelashes at you and you gulp. "About last night-"

You stand up abruptly, dropping your empty bowl into the sink and grabbing your backpack.

"See you at school Wanda!" You mutter, your face turning the same shade as the tomato soup.

"Wait!" She sighs as the door slams shut.

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"How was last night?" Darcy asks nonchalantly.

You choke and she rushes to pat you on the back.

"Geez, was it that bad?" She cracks and you offer her a weak smile, attempting to take your mind off the recurring thoughts of Wanda, hovering above you, necklaces and wavy auburn hair dangling above you. You shiver, turning back to Darcy, who waits expectantly for your answer.

"It was fine." You answer tentatively and she stares at you exasperatedly as you take a swig of water.

"So you didn't... Sleep with her?" Your eyes fly open, water spraying out of your mouth and all over Darcy. "Oh gross!"

"I- Yeah I did." You crack under Darcy's stern gaze as she wipes the spit-water off of herself. She cries out triumphantly, attracting a few odd stares from your surrounding classmates.

"I knew it! You've been pining after her for ages! So you guys are together now?" You sigh and she deflates, her jubilant mood evaporating. "Why are you sighing?"

"I left before she could say anything." Darcy stands up, slamming her fists onto the table.

"What!? Why?" She curses, immediately nursing her injured fists.

"You know why. I'm not risking anything. You remember how bad it was when I got dumped by Natasha?" Darcy frowns.

"Wanda is the polar opposite of Natasha." She points out and your eyebrows crease as you think.

"I know but- Oh shit." You mutter, your eyes landing on Wanda who appears to be approaching at a rather fast pace. "Gotta go!" You scoop up your bag and books and take off at a surprising speed, tripping a few times in your hurry. Darcy looks around for a bit and understanding dawns on her when Wanda reaches their table.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Wanda tugs at her auburn locks rather nervously.

"Nope." Darcy lies through her teeth. Wanda groans in frustration before taking off again. Darcy shakes her head before returning her attention to the massive pile of books in front of her.

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"Y/N!" A voice booms and you flinch as an arm wraps around you.

"Hey Tony." You smile weakly at the teen genius.

"You're comin' to my party right?" He flashes you an award-winning smile and you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, answering his own question with his massive ego. "Of course you're coming. I'll be watching out for you." With one last wink at you, he saunters away. You deflate, shoving your books into your locker.

"Damn I've gotta learn to say no." You slam your locker shut and turn to find yourself staring into a pair of startlingly green eyes. For a moment your stomach backflips as you assume they're Wanda's but then clarity reaches its hand out to you. You snarl.

"What do you want?" Natasha regards you with sad eyes, shuffling her feet in front of you.

"You know what I want." You start down the bustling hallway at a smart pace with Nat trailing behind you. "I want you."

"You broke up with me Natasha Romanoff, not the other way around. You don't get to barge into my life again and make requests like you own the place." She stares at you with watery eyes, grabbing your arm.

"Do I not own your heart anymore?" She says quietly and you falter for a moment, almost reaching out but another arm wraps around your waist, tugging you away.

"Do not touch her." This time, you look up into the unmistakable eyes of Wanda Maximoff.

"You." Nat growls and Wanda pries her fingers off your arm.

"I will not ask you again." With one last dirty glare at Wanda, she glides away, disappearing in the groups of people.

"Y/N, I really need to talk to-" You cut her off, wrenching your body out of her grasp and disappearing swiftly into the crowds. "-you. God damn it!" She stomps her foot angrily.

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Tony Stark's parties are known for being obnoxiously loud and filled with drunk teenagers.

You carefully make your way to the door of his home, where loud music can be heard, blasting through the walls. A couple falls out of a bush, the boy's shirt unbuttoned and the girl's dress half ripped. You blush, averting your eyes before stepping into the mansion.

It's safe to say, you'd rather have stayed outside with the couple then stay inside.

Everywhere you look, there are drunk, horny teenagers grinding on each other, making your stomach roil. You shake your head, immediately heading towards the washroom which happens to be upstairs. The winding staircase leaves you panting for air as you trudge past an empty bedroom towards the washroom. An arm wraps around your wrist, pulling you into said bedroom. You scream but it's muffled by a soft hand clapping around your mouth.

"Shhhhh!" A familiar voice hisses behind you, removing their hand.

"Wanda?" You whisper, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. She wraps her arms around your waist, giving you a light kiss behind your ear.

"Hello love. Remembered me have you?" She whispers, her voice silky as her kisses trail downwards. You shiver at her touch.

"Wanda. We can't." You protest weakly. "It's a party. This is Tony's house." She ignores your feeble protests and you sigh.

Fuck it.

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You purr at the comfortable warmth next to you when you wake, burying your face further into the figure.

It chuckles and you squeal in fright, attempting to wriggle away but it's already put it's arms around you again.

"Where do you think you're going lyubov?" You flush at the pet name but gently pull yourself out of her arms and into a standing position. The bed creaks as Wanda stands up as well. You pull your shirt on and begin pulling your jeans on. "Y/N."

You ignore her and continue buttoning your pants together.

"Y/N." She says more forcibly and you turn, unable to ignore her.

"Yes?" She regards you weakly, her hands behind her back.

"When are you going to face the truth?" You stare at her, flabbergasted by her line of questioning.

"What are you talking about?" You play dumb and she sighs.

"This, Y/N! Us." She gesticulates angrily at you.

"We can't do this anymore. We shouldn't." You avoid her eyes, guilt flooding you.

"Please." She whispers, stretching her arms out in an attempt to caress your face but you flinch away. "Please tell me you feel something. Anything. You know you love me."

You steel your resolve.

"I don't feel anything." Wanda's soft sniffles echo throughout your ears and mind as you close the door behind you.

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Does this need a part 2? Hm...

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Tom getting kicked in his balls by his child and he tries to act brace but runs inside and you give him an icepack😂

A/N: oh my, I had so much fun writing this! 😂😂😂 and i clearly was in a dad!tom mood today soooo enjoy this one! thanks for the request, nonnie and as always stay safe 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

“Alright Nathan, grab firmly onto the bat like this” said Tom behind his four-year-old son, trying to adjust his posture. “Great, now lift your elbow a bit- there you go, buddy!”

Meanwhile you were in the kitchen, preparing lunch and watching your two boys messing around in the backyard of the house. After “teaching” little Nat the basics of soccer, Tom wanted to try baseball as you convinced your husband to put any golf related things aside for a bit (but also for your own sanity).

“Now, imagine someone’s throwing a ball at you” explained Tom, gently holding Nathan’s little arm with both hands.

The little boy stared at his dad, carefully listening to him while sticking his tongue out just like him when he was concentrating. Nathan was the spitting image of Tom but with your eyes, a clever and beautiful mix of wild brown curls with big (e/c) eyes and long eyelashes that made you and Tom (and pretty much anyone else) go soft for the little boy. God you loved your son so much, and now you couldn’t help but be scared about him getting hurt. At least, Tom was there to supervise. Kinda.

“When the ball’s coming at you, you get warmed up to hit it with the bat like this.”

Tom showed Nathan the right motion to do by stepping behind him, gently making the boy swing the bat to the back, before bringing it to the front to hit the imaginary ball. He did the same move a few times, getting it quite fast and winning the approval of his dad. You smiled at how invested your little boy was and so decided to prepare more side dishes to reward him.

“You definitely got the move, Nat!” proudly said Tom, “okay now, show me by yourse-”

As Tom was stepping backward to give his son some more space, Nathan apparently got too excited and didn’t wait enough as the top of the bat made direct contact into Tom’s family jewels. The impact cut Tom’s breath instantly, making him bite his tongue at the same time as every muscles in his body contracted, all nerves sending distress messages to his brain.

“Did I do good, daddy?” Nathan’s soft voice asked, the little boy lowering the bat as he turns towards his father.

Tom’s face was as red as a tomato, his teeth biting into his bottom lips hoping to suppress some pain by creation another one. His eyes screaming pain then focused on his son who was obviously waiting for his answer, and maybe wondering why his dad was making such a funny face.

“Y-You did g-good, b-buddy!” exhaled Tom in one breath, a smile way too wide to be natural but Nathan didn’t seem to notice.

“K-Keep practising a b-bit, d-dad’s comin’ back q-quick!”

Not wasting another second of suffering, the brunette rushed through the garden to then enter the kitchen you were in. Hearing him getting close, you turned to propose him and your son some water but just stopped when you saw your husband’s face.

“Are you alright, Tom?” you asked while approaching him with a confused look as his breathing was getting quite loud and pained, like the unusual redness of his entire face.

Tom raised a hand in front of him, slowly catching his breath as much as possible, before gathering enough strength to talk properly.

“I-I’m… okay, love. I-I think…?”

Then your eyes fell lower and noticed how his other hand was firmly covering his private parts. You frowned, getting even more confused before Tom interrupted your thoughts.

“C-Can you please give me an ice pack, darling? Nat hit me in the balls pretty hard a-and I was not expecting our son to be that strong…”

Then all dots connected. And you couldn’t help the laugh escaping your lips, a loud one that actually brought tears at the corner of your eyes. What a blast.

“D-Darling please, the ice pack!!” whined Tom as he leaned on the wall to rest a little.

You slowly calmed down and went to take an ice pack out of the fridge for your husband, whom modesty had suffered enough. Once you helped him sit on a chair, you remembered Nathan was still outside by himself so you walked to the window to see if he was doing fine. And he definitely was, as you watched your little boy running around the yard still holding the bat, swinging it to chase some monsters or villains like he liked to do.

“I’m glad I’ve got you pregnant before this happens” laughed Tom, still holding the ice pack between his legs, the thump slightly becoming a bit swollen.

You turned to face your husband with a fake shocked expression, hands resting on your hips while you made your way towards him.

“Being cheeky, Holland?” you challenged him, raising an eyebrow followed with a smirk. “Careful, I now know a way to scare your male chauvinism away...”

“Jeez woman, ‘mini Tom’ and my sperm cells suffered enough already” chuckled Tom before sliding his free arm around your waist.

He brought you closer and kissed your belly, well your now three-month pregnant belly that will protect your second child for another six months or so. Tom then nuzzled his face against it like a cat, which made you giggle, content. You slid your fingers through his brown locks, brushing some hair back. Then you heard little footsteps coming your way.

“Mama?”

You saw Nathan appearing from the corner of the room, his hands now free from the bat. Tom didn’t move from his spot but followed the sound of Nathan’s voice.

“Where’s papa?”

“Daddy got a bit hot outside and needed to rest a little” you gently replied, smiling at your son’s understanding expression.

“Dad’s doing super fine” Tom added with a huge smile, trying to hide the ice pack he was still pressing against his crotch. “Alright, taking a break from your baseball training. Time to get some lunch, buddy!”

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bhah ch3 reread u know the drill

what is Jamie doing with all this oil I am concerned

god the tension of knowing Jamie is there but not talking to her but Dani probably secretly hoping she will

aww is she picking up more wonder woman comics for mikey?? cute

gah I love that they slip back into playful banter so easily despite everything going on

also 10/10 that the gays in town would be trying on the tackiest sunglasses in the service station (and 12/10 that Jamie actually brought them)

Dani Carson car adventures!! i would read a whole 20k word chapter just on that

sdfkjdshjfhd Dani throwing herself to the ground when she sees Jamie in the supermarket I’m losing it

“Yeah and then she left” ouch

THREE GAYS IN A SUPERMARKET WHAT WILL HAPPEN

aww Jamie Carson reunion tooooo cute

oh my god the tension of them standing back to back trying not to touch lmao

Jamie rly is the teeniest in town huh

Dani getting all protective and mad over Mikey having to sit outside school is v sweet

Jamie to the rescue how cute

Jamie’s collarbone: hello. Dani’s gay panic: LOOK AWAY

also sdkjfhdkjhg Jamie working w her hands is so hot we need more fics just talking about her getting dirty. for the good of the nation

there is so much going on here the cute teasing Dani feeling all weird abt their whole dynamic jamie giving her looks the engagement ring I am not equipped to process all of it

“you think there are secrets in this town?” just ur burning love for each other ladies!

once again mechanic!jamie... i am compromised

aww Dani bby literally does not know what to do with herself. the juxtaposition of the depth of their relationship and the little moments of familiarity with the awkwardness of people who don’t really know each other properly anymore is so fucking well done here

Eddie’s “honey I’m home” moment carrying her over the threshold afkjhsdkjf good for him

Dani and this house got beef huh

Dani: sometimes things with Eddie just don’t feel right but I’m sure that’s fine. Dani when she loses a tiny piece of her relationship w Jamie: level 5 meltdown. Literally the theme of this fic is “honey you got a big storm comin” and I love it

this dig at pineapple on pizza........ offensive

“Instead, she reset her mask, pulled the rope to part the stage curtains, and tied the other end around her neck.” Jesus.

“the other part of Dani, the part that never knew how to stop missing Jamie” i will cryyyy

starting a gofundme for Dani’s car asap

Eddie putting the moves on I can’t look. but lmao when he finds a girl that’s actually into him and wants this kind of attention his whole world is gonne be rocked

can we get Dani some therapy pls this is not how u should feel abt the person ur gonna marry. or about yourself

*gasp* the wontons mixtape

hmmmm I’m Not in Love and A Case Of You really are a one-two punch huh

lol I just went to play them and I was apparently in the middle of listening to Stop Making This Hurt by The Bleachers which feels... apt

fuck. making a mixtape for someone truly is peak romance huh? music my beloved

hmmm i just realised that this timeline parallels the flashback chapters w a new Taylor in school in each how cool. and also Nan vs Jamie taking on responsibilities w these kids and stepping up for them in their own way pls my emotions

aahh the coffee date I kinda forgot how fast Dani made this relationship rekindle bless her

wait clara and horace does that mean abigail is in Dani’s class too??? she lives??

a reserved sign pls that’s so cute

OWEN! god I love the levity and banter w Jamie he brings to fics

there is just so much fondness between them it always shines through no matter what they’re talking about I love it

this backpacking chat... envisioning Dani n Jamie once Mikey is grown up going on a big tour of europe together n fufilling Dani’s dreams

the fact that Jamie was drawn back to this place... by what hmmmm ms taylor. by what

oof this really is a painful rehashing of the past huh.

“star hike” lmao

"I can fix it." "You can't." OUCH

ooft just rip the bandaid right off. “I missed you. Everyday.” god my heart

arguing in an alley behind the pharmacy that’s gay rights

"Because if it was going to end, then I wanted it over quickly!” jamie ‘everyone always leaves so I cut them off before they can hurt me‘ taylor everyone. I am not doing well

ok with the context of like... everything from the future chapters this scene hits even harder than the first time i read it jesus

still can’t get over Dani ‘trying not to recall the memories of the last time they were in this room together’ was Jamie absolutely falling to pieces in her arms *screams forever* i remember reading that line and imagning so many things it could have been and yet yall went for the ultimate stab to the heart bravo

god I’m just thinking about how much they’ve both changed in those 10 years and how much they’ve stayed the same and just. god the way they’re so drawn to each other still!!!! i can’t even comprehend

blue schrunchie cherished friend

i feel like there is a significance to the red door I cant place and all my brain will provide is “you, me, her” but polyamory adventures is probably not the direction this is going

Jamie like “want a tour of ur future home babe? lets go” (I do love how enchanted Dani is by all of it though)

gah I love Jamie and Mikey together soooo much

find u a person that eats all the foods u don’t like. pickle soulmates

heh “Miss Dani” poor Mikey is goin through it lolol

they are all so cute together i love this lil sunday afternoon family

“Dani kept her gaze fixed on Jamie for just a second longer, studying her profile” gay

there has been several mentions of Jamie’s unreadable/blank expressions this chapter and I can’t stop laughing at her losing her mind over how much she loves Dani and trying to keep it in check every time

THEY’RE FRIENDS AGAIN

AND THEY’RE HUGGING OH HAPPY DAYS

oooh the sandalwood cologne

idk why this Jamie Eddie handshake is making me laugh so much but I love them

Eddie pulling Dani in closer to himself when Jamie’s there..... he knows 

staying awake until 2am to finish rereading gay fanfiction... clownery (but fun!) goodnight

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I Carried a Watermelon (to Impress You)

steve harrington x reader

part two of “Nobody Puts Harrington in a Corner”

Summary: Steve takes Y/N up on the offer of trying out the lift again. But in true Steve Harrington fashion, he wants to do a little bit extra to impress her.

A/N: Did I make Steve carry a literal watermelon in this so I could use the quote? Yes. I did. My taglist also has been reopened (just throwing that out there)! Also the ending is super cheesy, so sue me, I was in a mood. Enjoy, babes :)

Song Inspo: Be My Baby - The Ronettes, (I’ve Had) Time of My Life - Jennifer Warnes and Bill Medley (I know this is repeated but you’ll see why)

•••••

“I carried a watermelon.”

You stare at the boy in front of you in surprise. Steve stands at your front door, with indeed a large watermelon in his arms. You laugh and nod your head.

“Okay?” He shoots you a large grin before stepping past you, navigating himself to your kitchen where he puts the watermelon on the counter. You follow him like a lost puppy (even though this is your house) and when you finally reach the kitchen you cross your arms in amusement. “Did you buy a watermelon just to say that, or...?”

He shakes his head at you in a teasing way before getting out a cutting board and a knife. “No, no. It was, like, super hot earlier and I remember you saying something about liking watermelon when it’s hot so I just...figured I’d come bearing gifts.”

You squint at the boy with a slight grin on your face. “So...both?”

He pauses. “Yeah, both.” The two of you laugh simultaneously as you take the knife from him. He looks down at you as you begin to position the watermelon on the cutting board. “What? You don’t think I can cut a watermelon? You think I’m too clumsy to perform a simple task?”

You turn your face to him with a knowing smirk. “Steve I know you’re too clumsy to perform a simple task.”

He places one large hand on his chest and feigns hurt. “I am deeply wounded, L/N.” You roll your eyes as he swipes the watermelon from underneath the knife. The boy begins to walk backward to the counter while holding your gaze. “I mean I can’t believe you think I can’t handle fru-“

Steve bumps into the counter, sending the watermelon out of his grip and onto the ground with a resounding thud. Luckily, the only thing that’s broken into a million pieces is Steve’s ego, and not the fruit.

You nod to yourself as he slowly leans down to pick it up. Once his eyes meet yours, you gesture to the watermelon. “Like I said...” Your hands wrap around the slightly bruised fruit as you tug it towards yourself. “Clumsy.”

You step towards the cutting board and begin to chop up the watermelon for the two of you to snack on later.

While you do that, Steve watches shyly from the side. His body shakes with nerves as he studies you. No less than a week ago, he was your best friend. But now, he’s debating on whether or not he has enough confidence and belief to tell you that he likes you (because if it’s anything more than like, he’d die). You’re all he’s been able to think about, and to be honest, he’s pretty sure he’s going to insane. As his mind wanders, he realizes he’s almost at the point of biting all of his nails off, but you suddenly beckoning him from the back door draws his attention.

The poor boy is so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you had left the kitchen with a plate of chopped up watermelon in your arms. “You comin’, Harrington?”

He swallows the lump in his throat and gives you a shy smile as he walks towards you; praying for some kind of miracle to allow him to grow a pair and just talk to you.

•••••

To say you were surprised was an understatement. Of course, Steve always had a knack for being a little bit...extra...but this?

This was on a whole other level.

“Steve...what’re you doing?” You asked slowly, although it was pretty clear. The two of you were snacking on the leftover watermelon when he had heard the song on the radio.

The second it had come on, he had jumped to the device and turned it up, sending a playful, yet nervous look your way.

He ran a hand through his hair and began to sway his body towards you. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He had then spun dramatically—albeit, a little shaky as he almost tripped on his own foot—but nonetheless, he had ended up in front of you, with an outstretched hand and a glint in his eyes that peered out beneath the messy strands of his famous hair.

“Dance with me.” At first your breath hitches in your throat. He says it so softly and so earnestly, that you’re left stunned.

But then your mind kicks into overdrive and you laugh. You hadn’t meant to, out of fear of hurting his feelings. But the whole situation was just...different. So different that you couldn’t help but resort to nervous laughter. You tried to convince yourself that the electric nerves that you could feel pumping through your body at that very moment had been simply derived from shock. It had derived from your friends proposition and the way his hips swayed in your direction.

Jesus...those damn hips.

While you mauled over your thoughts and the reasoning behind your racing heartbeat and jittery limbs, Steve stays put, hand still reaching out to you, and body still moving in place (a way of “enticing” you, because God know’s Steve’s not the best with words and wouldn’t be able to verbally convince you). But he had to get you to dance with him somehow. Afterall, this was the miracle. The song that played at the end of Dirty Dancing was playing right here, right now. In your backyard, on your radio. And Steve figured that if you two were planning on redoing the lift, then you might as well attempt to do the whole dance...right?

Steve was not known for taking many opportunities anymore. But this time was different.

It has to be.

He’s refocuses his attention, and his confidence, and shoots you a grin. “C’mon, Y/N. The song will be done by the time you get off your ass.” You didn’t even have to reply, as the boy just took to gently taking your hand and leading you to the middle of your backyard.

You both stand opposite if each other; still and unsure. Steve inhales deeply before taking the opportunity to pull you closer. One arm snakes around your waist, the other joining yours in a tight grip to your left. “Is this good? Are you...comfortable?” He can’t find a better word, and he knows he sounds like an idiot, but your approval is all that really matters. You look at him and nod slightly.

Steve gulps, and you shake—neither of you noticing the others reaction, although it’s so easy to notice.

With my body and soul, I want you more than you’ll ever know.

Steve makes the first move of the basic box waltz (the only dance he really knows from the lessons his mom made him take when he was 10 or so), before you’re stopping him. “Steve...” You look at him. A little nervous and little embarrassed at what you have to tell him. “Steve I can’t...I can’t dance.”

He quirks his eyebrows up, surveying your face. You look a little hurt by the prospect of not being able to dance, but he’s gotten so far in this plan of his that he refuses to let this moment ruin his chance. “Well then...” He leans into you with a grin. “I guess you’re just gonna have to help me ice my toes after we’re done.”

Your jaw drops at his response. Letting go of his hand for a quick moment, you nudge him sharply in the stomach. “Rude!”

He lets out a laugh as he steadies you with his body weight—never truly loosing focus of you. He begins to slowly shift, moving the both of you around in a small circle. After the first loop the two of you make, you focus on both of your moving feet, trying to keep your movements in check. To no avail, your toes land on the top of his foot. It’s a sharp step and one that may or may not have hurt him. You can’t tell. He doesn’t let his attention drift, which makes you feel a little better about possibly bruising up your friends feet.

You’re the one thing I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something...

Your eyes are still trained on your feet, until his hand is guiding your face to his. But then, as quick as the previous movement, your body jerks away from him. By the time you balance yourself, you realize that he had spun you. Successfully, too. You smile wildly at the fact that you just did a simple dance move that you’ve never fully got down. But then the slight pull of his hand reminds you that now you brave the ultimate task. Spinning back into him without knocking him over.

You decide to focus on his nose, and as you let yourself be roped back into his dance space, you feel yourself teeter. But Steve’s quick on his feet, and soon your flush against his chest, arms raised up and resting on his shoulders.

The dancing stops and as you try to settle down your erratic breath and limbs, you eyes lazily trail up his face and rest on his eyes. A few short moments pass and you feel yourself blush because you can’t tell how long you’ve been staring at him for. But then he blushes in response, and you realize that he’s been staring at you for just as long, if not longer.

The two of you stand close together to the point where there’s barely any air left between the two of you. The moment—one that’s calm and teetering on the edge of sensual—gets far away from you both. As you feel his hands drift to your waist slowly, yours (rather unknowingly) trace up his arms. And then, as he ducks his head to yours, your nerves flare up. Panic invades your body and soon your jumping back.

Your heart beats fast, almost throwing your breathing off-kilter. You’re not stupid. You knew where it was going; where it could’ve gone...

You just can’t tell whether or not if felt right (and whether or not it should).

Steve however, mistakes your confusion as rejection. He steps back a little, giving you your space before clearing his throat. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t—I didn’t mean...I must’ve misread the situation.”

He frowns, and is soon picking up his stuff. If your fear hadn’t gotten you into shit before, it sure was now. He looked up to you, and you took note of his glassy eyes. You couldn’t really tell if he was on the verge of tears or not. And a part of you didn’t want to know. “I should go.”

No, no, no. This is all wrong.

Before you can tell him this, Steve is walking back to his car. You push past the gate, halting to a stop at the top of your driveway. “Steve!” You call out, voice threatening to crack beneath the pressure of its emotion.

He turns to look at you in anticipation. But you frown at his faith in you. You don’t know what to say, or what to do. All you know is that he can’t leave. You don’t trust your voice, but you let it go anyway. “You promised we’d do the lift again.”

You hate that your voice sounds small, and it sounds manipulative. You absolutely hate that it sounds that way. It beckons your friend back, but you hope it doesn’t cause him to feel bad. That’s the last thing you want.

You just need Steve to stay. He has to stay.

He frowns and drums his fingers on the car door. “I know, but...now just doesn’t seem like a good time, Y/N.”

You speak out before you can think. “When is it ever a good time though?” You can feel yourself digging a deeper hole. He likes you...a lot...and you feel as though you’re just hurting him. But he has to know that you...that you didn’t reject him.

Your just confused and you don’t—

“Steve, please. I—I want to try again.” At this point you don’t know whether you’re referencing the lift or the relationship that wobbles beneath the weight of the emotions that are present. At this point it’s too late to tell.

But Steve sighs in response, looking at you sadly once more before closing the car door and walking to the end of the driveway. He holds his hands out to you, which causes something in your brain to snap. Every calculated thought, movement, and piece of your rationale is thrown out the window and your feet take off.

You run to him. This time as fast as you can. You watch him dig his feet into the ground as he braces himself. Wind whips past your cheeks, and you can feel tears trickle down your neck.

It’s all so much at once: the running, the breathing, the wind, the tears...Steve...

Until it isn’t.

You hadn’t even realized that you had screwed your eyes shut. But when you open them to the sight of the top of Steve’s head, your world shifts. His hands are gripping your waist, and you finally recognize that you’ve done it. You’ve done the lift.

Steve waits a few more seconds before lowering you slowly; the sudden weight and new movements too much for his arms. He means to lower you to the ground, but you lift his hands off your waist as you wrap yourself around him.

Your hugging him tightly, arms suspended around his neck, the tips of your bare toes just barely touching your driveway. You bury your face into his neck and try to steady your breathing. “I don’t want you to leave, Steve. I want to try it again.”

You pull away from him and lift your eyes up to his. His brow furrows in confusion. To be honest, you’re just as confused. But you’re tired of thinking. You just...need to do it.

“What do you mean ‘try it again’? We just did the lift. Like we actually—“

He’s quiet when you kiss him. Frozen, too. Almost like your action has stopped his existence in time to just relish and relive this moment. Your mouth moves against his for a moment before he’s kissing you back. Soon you’re backed up against his car, hands tangled in each other’s hair and mouths tracing every spot they possibly can.

It ends with Steve kissing you lightly on the nose and pressing his forehead to yours; hands wound tightly together. “Jesus, Y/N...”

You giggle and use your other hand to stroke stray hair out of his vision. You smile at him warmly as your fingers stroke his cheek and the tiny scars that always appear out of nowhere. “I guess Johnny did have it harder, didn’t he?”

Steve laughs into you, pulling you closer to him once more in a quasi-hug. “Fifty-fifty.”

You hum playfully, the sound growing distant as Steve kisses you. Again. And again. And again.

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[thatshankcallednewt]

TMR High School AU - Newt: Unexpected

As requested by anonymous, a Newt/Reader pairing in a high school AU (I made it a boarding school, hope you don’t mind) where Newt is a bad boy with a bad rep, however, is soft around the reader. I hope you like it!

You were just finishing up an hour of study at the library. It had been a long day of classes, and you had several assignments to finish by the end of the school week. You were fairly studious and put a lot of effort into keeping up with the work, however, your friends were probably not the best influence on your study habits. Though, you cherished them lots.

You were supposed to meet Teresa and Brenda in fifteen minutes for coffee… but you knew you’d be a little late. They wouldn’t mind so much, and you’d just text them that you wouldn’t be on time.

You still had a few books to put back, so you grabbed the small pile of hardcovers and made your way through the high aisles, stacked with classic literature and history books. It smelled a lot like dust and old paper, but it wasn’t a smell you hated. You were just putting back one of Poe’s short story collections when you heard someone at the end of the aisle cough.

You turned, glancing in their direction. A boy about your age held open a hardcover from the poetry section, though the author on the spine was too hard to recognize from where you stood. The boy was dressed in the same uniform as your school’s uniform, dark blazer, and button up shirt, trousers, and clean shoes, though his tie was missing, and his collar was opened up. After hours, so it wouldn’t matter too much, though if one of the teacher’s caught him like that, he’d have a telling to. Especially, if he rocked up to dinner with his shirt open.

You blinked, eyes widening a little, when you realized who he was. You felt your cheeks pinken and you quickly slotted the book away in the shelf, tidily. You had to take a few steps closer to him to return your other books, though you suspect he’d be too busy to notice your existence—

“Poe, hm?” he asked, without even looking up from his book. “Depressing fellow, don’t ya think?”

You stared at him a moment before answering, only realizing a good few seconds after that he was actually speaking to you. “Uh, yeah, I suppose.”

Newt closed the book he held, it snapped shut, and he dropped it into his bag. He was eyeing you as he zipped his pack up, “Suppose you wouldn’t tell on me, eh? I hate having a restriction on how many books I borrow and when.”

“Sure…” you said, though, you were completely unsure.

He slung the bag so that one strap sat over his shoulder, and he stood up straight again. He was a lot taller, now that you stood so close. He ran a hand through his golden, messy curls, and squinted at you as if taking another look. “I know you.”

“Yes,” you said, quietly. You put your last book away with the romantic poetry.

“Teresa’s friend, right? Uh, Y/N…” he glanced at the book as you put it away. “Aren’t we supposed to be hanging out at Little Blue in…” he glanced at his watch, “ten minutes?”

You nodded, your grip on your bag tightening. His brown eyes held yours so confidently, it made you nervous. You were always a little intimidated by the guy, ever since you met him. He was one of Thomas’ friends, and Thomas was Teresa’s boyfriend, so oftentimes you would all hang out together after school.

Thomas was nice and so was Minho, but Newt had a sort of reputation for not taking shit from anyone… and starting it.

“Well then,” he said off-handedly, “we better be off, otherwise we’ll get our asses kicked for turning up so late.” He turned from you and exited the dark aisle, walking toward the library doors. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at you when he noticed you weren’t walking beside him, and he stopped in his tracks, “You comin’?”

You walked fast to catch up with him, your heart beating a little faster than normal. You never really spent time with Newt on your own, only with everyone else. You were sort of surprised that he’d even remembered your name. You never once imagined you’d catch him in the library, of all places, and walk with him to the coffee shop your friends hung out at so often.

You both exited the library and clambered down the stone steps. The air was a little chilly, so you hugged your blazer tighter to your body to combat the small gust of wind. Noise of traffic and people bustled about out on the street, which was such a contrast to the quiet whispers in the old library.

Newt wasn’t hurrying about anymore and instead fell back into a slow, casual walk. Apparently, it didn’t really matter to him if you were both late. He fished around for something in his blazer pocket and he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one with ease and glanced at you, “Want one?” he mumbled with the thing sitting between his lips.

You shook your head and watched your feet as you walked on, occasionally glancing up to check your surroundings and Newt. He puffed out smoke with his next few breaths, obviously not caring that he was smoking a cigarette out in public while still dressed in the school uniform. You weren’t surprised.

You both rounded a corner in silence when a group of more boys from your school appeared, lounging around a park bench. You recognized them immediately and felt the nerves in your stomach explode. It was Gally, a tall, thickly built senior with broad shoulders and piercing eyes. Word was that he and Newt had it out for each other, so did his whole group of friends with Newt’s friends too. You often got the gossip of it all from Teresa.

“For fuck’s sake,” Newt breathed and ditched his smoke, stomping it out with a little twist of his foot. He eyed Gally as he and his friends approached Newt.

“Ah,” Gally sighed, standing right in front of the pair of you. “Look who it is, the reptilian and his—” he eyed you once over, quickly and mostly without interest, though you knew he recognized you from the way his eyes blinked, “his hostage, probably,” he glanced at his friends and laughed, and they laughed with him.

Newt shook his head, smiling with venom, “Reptilian? Get some new material, mate. I’ve been waiting all year for you to give me something fresh.”

Gally rolled his eyes, “Who’s this then, your next victim? Poor girl probably doesn’t know what she’s getting into.”

You glanced between the pair of them nervously, hugging yourself tighter against the wind, as if your blazer would protect yourself from the explosion that was bound to happen. It always did with these two. Newt would get snippy and Gally would yell and then punches would be thrown. Usually, Thomas would be one of the boys to rip them apart, with the help of Minho, except neither of them were around now.

“She’s just fine, thank you, and definitely doesn’t need someone like you swooping in to rescue her. I’m escorting her to—”

“Escorting, huh? How gentlemanly,” Gally laughed in Newt’s face, and then looked at you. He was taller than Newt, though you’d seen Newt bruise him up good a few times despite the size difference. “I’m warning you now, he might seem nice but he’s definitely going to leave you in a deep, dark ditch somewhere when he’s got what he wanted—”

“Speaking of yourself there, Galileo?”

Gally went red and an angry tone crept up into his voice, “You better watch it, Newton—”

“Or what?” Newt challenged, his brown eyes flashing with mischief. This was the part that always got him in the end. And now that they weren’t on school grounds, it was unlikely someone would come to split them up. “You’ll pummel me into the ground with your girly pals, six against one, and a poor innocent girl to witness?”

Gally thought about this a moment, glancing at you again. His nostrils were flared but the redness in his face and the anger in his voice seemed to dissipate quickly enough, “Fine. But next time I see you, I won’t hesitate.” And with that, Gally and his gang rounded the corner you’d both just passed, his friends leering and glaring at him as they disappeared out of sight.

“Right tosser, he is.”

“You stir him up, though,” you said, matter of fact. It was true.

He looked at you, as if surprised at your honesty, but there was a small smile on his lips. He readjusted his collar and started walking along the footpath again, “Well, he riles me up, too.”

“Then how about ignoring him?”

Newt laughed, “That would be no fun.”

You rolled your eyes, and he noticed, but again it only brought him amusement. You were starting to wonder why he hadn’t clobbered you yet or told you to fuck off like he usually did with everyone else. Maybe it was because you were Teresa’s friend and he didn’t want to piss Thomas off.

You walked a little way more in silence and then you said, sort of out of nowhere, “I was a little surprised that you remembered my name.” You would be at the coffee shop soon enough, and it felt like you’d never get another chance to speak to him one-on-one again.

His brow furrowed at this, “But we see each other often enough—”

“Yeah but… You’re you. Busy and complicated, a lot going on—”

“Busy and complicated?” he almost laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know,” you urged, unsure how to put it. “You.”

He shook his head and took his hands out of his pockets. He climbed up a stone wall that bordered the front of a house you were passing on your way, and he balanced on top as he continued walking in the same direction. He stopped and when you caught up to him, though your feet still firmly planted on the ground, he dropped to his bottom and sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off the edge. He wasn’t super high off the ground, but you still had to lift your face a little to look up at him.

“I’m surprised you have an opinion of me,” he said, quietly. He brushed a few curls out of his eyes and lit another cigarette. “Usually you just stick your nose into a book or stare out a bloody window.”

You felt your cheeks blush at this, skin hot. You turned away from him so he wouldn’t see it, but he saw it alright, and he grinned without you knowing. You stared out into the street, hard, your nose beginning to feel cold. “Well, I—” you started, turning back to him once you were sure your pink cheeks had faded in color.

He was watching you, his head tilted, occasional puffs of smoke drifting out from his lips.

“It’s not that I haven’t noticed your existence or anything…”

He snorted, “Just ignoring me, then.”

“No,” you retorted, a little angrily. “I just…”

“Don’t want talk to me,” he finished your sentence, taking another drag of his smoke. He looked out onto the street behind you.

“That’s not true.”

“You were practically in shock when I suggested we walk together!” he argued, referring back to the library earlier. “I saw it on your face, your mouth was open a little and your eyes were wide, like I’d suggested we bloody go off and shag or something.”

“I was not—”

“I had to stop and ask you to follow a second time, Y/N.”

You sighed, exasperated with his behavior. “Like I said,” you started, calmly, your voice even again, “I was just surprised.”

He nodded slowly, his brown eyes staring off into the distance. You were walking a street on a hill, so the stone ledge had given him a clearer view of the town below. He jerked his head to the side, indicating to the space next to him on the ledge, “C’mon up here.”

You stared at him a moment, unsure. You were already so late to meeting up with your friends, but still, he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. No wonder he was as chaotic as he was. You gave in, realizing he probably wouldn’t move his ass of the ledge until you’d done what he had asked. So, you lifted yourself up onto the stone, a little less gracefully than he did, and turned so that you faced the view of the hills and the town below. You smoothed out your skirt. It was beginning to draw closer to dusk now, so there was a hazy sort of glow in the sky. But you could still hear all the traffic and people about.

You could see the small coffee shop from here; it wasn’t much farther away now. You spotted your friends huddled inside, sipping hot chocolates and coffee alike, talking animatedly to each other.

You readjusted your blazer, feeling the chill grow steadily colder with the apparent night air seeping in over the town. Newt glanced at you, then the view. He puffed out another breath of smoke. He fiddled with the cigarette in his fingers.

You finally looked at him, “So?”

“So?” he mimicked, an amused grin spread across his face. You suddenly wondered if you’d ever seen him smile like that before, and it took you by surprise. He shook his head, “So, what?”

You pursed your lips, looking away. You willed the blush on your cheeks to vanish, to stop being so embarrassed and nervous around the boy. He wasn’t as dangerous or dodgy as everyone let on, at least, not around you. “Why are we sitting here?”

He laughed. He took another drag of his smoke, “Because, my little bookworm, you spend too much time doing things that have a point to it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you turned your head, brows furrowed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” he said, putting out his cigarette; he scooted closer toward you, his face inches from yours, and you felt a sudden urge to leap from the wall, “you need to stop for a moment and watch a fucking sunset.”

You searched his brilliant brown eyes, which were so close now, since he hadn’t bothered to scoot backwards yet. You were holding your breath and your heart was racing. He turned his head so that he could see the view again, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from him. His shoulder touched yours, and his hand was splayed over the stone, his pinky finger on yours.

You shook your head, supposedly at him but more at yourself for being so freaked out by him. You glanced at the pinkening sky. “Didn’t take you for a ‘stop to smell the roses’ kinda guy,” you said, honestly.

“Maybe you just inspire me,” he answered, without looking back at you.

“You hardly know me,” you scoffed.

“And isn’t that exciting,” he said, eyeing you in the pink and orange glow of the now setting sun.

Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to watch sunsets with girls. Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to walk girls to a coffee shop. Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to—

You were trying to remember how much of an idiot, bad boy this golden-headed classmate of yours was when he leaned in close, his hand on yours, and pressed his lips to your lips.

He tasted like smoke and coffee. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed the feel of his heated kiss, but you were to quick to end it. With a jolt of shock and realization, you practically jumped away from him, landing on the footpath. You straightened your blazer, looking around wildly, everywhere except his eyes.

He got down from the stone as smoothly as he had gotten up there. He eyed you a moment, a tug of a smile on his lips, and then he started forwards towards the shop where your friends were crowded. You watched the back of his head, keeping a few good steps behind him.

You were trying to process the fact that he had kissed you when he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. His hands shoved into his blazer pockets, the sky beginning to darken. He stared at you.

“What?” you asked, bravely.

“You’re hanging back like you’re scared of me,” he frowned, “I don’t bite, you should know that—”

“You kissed me,” you said, heatedly.

“Correct,” he answered.

You glared at him. Your hands tightening into fists, they hung by your sides as you said, “You don’t just go around kissing people, at least I don’t—”

He blinked, “I just thought—”

“Well, you thought wrong,” you interrupted. You sighed out of frustration and peered over his shoulder to see the coffee shop at the end of the street. “And if you go around kissing people like that, then maybe what they say about you is true—”

You kicked off from the pavement and maneuvered past him. But he caught onto the sleeve of your blazer with a tight grip and yanked you back, which almost tripped you up with the sudden change in direction. You stumbled a little but shook him off, glaring up at him with furious, big eyes.

“I don’t go around doing that,” he said, softly. There was no anger in his eyes or in his voice. This boy, who you’d seen clobber any and every guy from your school, even students from neighboring schools, was calmer than you’d ever seen him in your life. “You can think what you want,” he started, “but I want you to know that that isn’t true. Not a bit.”

You were still staring into his eyes, even after he’d finished his defense. You sensed honesty and earnestness in his voice, in his face, his eyes.

You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he added. “I guess, I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “You just…”

“Surprised you?” he finished, raised brow.

You laughed a little, shaking your head, “Guess so.”

He smiled a little. You both made it to the front door of the coffee shop and saw your friend’s faces inside, all confused that you were showing up together since you rarely talked to one another.

Newt glanced at you, “I won’t do it again,” he said, honestly, referring to the surprise kiss you had. He reached for the door, and finished, “Not unless you want me to.” And with that, he entered the shop and greeted his friends with a shout.

You were almost stunned into silence. This boy, who wasn’t supposed to be so gentlemanly, who was the talk of the town, who didn’t care about anything or anyone—

And you, you were falling for him.

[softlilacmoonlight]

Everybody x Reader - Part Five (Angst Warning)

Third-person pov:

"Barbatos! What do we do!?" half screams Asmo in fear.

Barbatos quickly pushes everybody else out of the room. "OUT! I need to get her out of those wet clothes and wrapped in a blanket. We'll handle it after the fact."

Quickly, and much to your future chagrin, Barbatos takes off your clothes and wipes the frigid water off of your body. Expertly, and with very strong arms, Barbatos wraps your unconscious self up in a thick, soft, and very warm blanket. Rushing as fast as he can, he quickly ties your hair up with a ponytail into a messy bun and wraps a thick towel around your head.

"BEELZEBUB!" yells Barbatos with a cool and commanding tone.

In less than five seconds, Beel is in the room. "Yes?! Do you need something?!"

"Pick her up! Gently now. Pick her up, be extra careful to support her injured head. We're leaving the other three here. We can't wait any longer. She needs a bed, a warm fire in a fireplace, and especially an expert doctor." commands Barbatos.

Beel does as Barbatos says while the butler goes to grab the others. In a matter of seconds, Barbatos casts a teleportation spell and whisks everybody down to the Devildom. Though he doesn't show it, he silently prays that the other three men and that (Y/N) will be safe.

Lucifer's pov:

This little... no. (Y/N) wouldn't want me to cuss, not right now, and I have my pride to uphold. I'll handle this... more adequately in private at the Demon Lord's Castle in the Devildom. Glancing over, I see Mammon and Lord Diavolo land another blow to the captor.

"Enough," I whisper, my voice cold and full of hot fury. "We'll get revenge later... in a more appropriate environment, and with more appropriate... instruments. For now, we need to hurry. The others are at that safe house, the storm has blown in, and (Y/N) needs us."

"Don't think that ya' are off the hook," states Mammon. Then he leans in close in quietly whispers to him. "Because no one... NO one touches MY human. Ya' got another thing comin'. Just you wait till ALL of us get our hands on you."

Lord Diavolo nods his head in furious agreement. Casting a spell, I summon magical chains and entrap the attacker in them. I may or may not have made them burning hot... evident enough by his screams. With a hard flick of my wrist, he is quickly yanked down and into the castle's torture chamber. I smile at the grim thought of all the pain he'll feel. People aren't wrong when they say I'm a sadist, and there's only one thing they don't know. (Y/N) is the only person who gets ALL of my affection... well my brothers get quite a bit too. Oh, he'll pay alright.

"Lucifer's right. We should hurry to the safe house. The others probably need help." states Lord Diavolo.

With that, the three of us rush out and into the storm. Taking off into the sky, the wind grabs us by our wings. It feels like you're getting tugged behind a car by a rope attached to your waist. Using our inhuman strength, we get our wings up and force a path through the growing storm. Lightning's flashing all around us, and we all expertly dodge the lightning while maneuvering the storm's harsh wind changes.

Suddenly I hear a muffled scream. Turning my head, I see Mammon start to fall. Without a second thought, I abandon Lord Diavolo and dive for my brother as he plummets to the ground. Freefall diving, I tuck my wings in tight to my body so that I'll gain more of an arrow impact heading downward.

It's hard to see through the mess of the storm, and the water constantly streams into my eyes from my hair. I only realize how close I am when I see Mammon's wings by my head. He's freefalling, his face contorted in pain, and his wings pointed up above him as they try to stay up. Torpedoing downward, I grab him around his waist and pull him to my chest. I swiftly tuck in his injured wings for him. With a mighty shove of my own wings, I push us back up and through the storm. While doing so, Mammon tucks his head in by my neck and holds on tightly around my waist.

Eventually, the Lord Diavolo land in front of the house and rush inside to check on the others. I, however, carefully carry in Mammon. Looking around, we realize that no one is here.

"Where are they!" Lord Diavolo exclaims in shock.

I let out a deep breath through my nose to calm down. Suddenly Mammon speaks up. "The Devildom. I bet they took (Y/N) there. She probably needed a doctor, so they had little to no other choice. I doubt that Barbatos would leave someone here, especially when they all wanted to help with (Y/N). Admittedly, Barbatos probably needed help."

"I agree. It's our best bet at finding them." I exclaim, nodding my head and still holding Mammon in my arms.

Said demon lets out a heavy sigh catching both of our attentions. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't fallen then we would have been here a lot sooner." Glittering tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

"Hush, Mammon. Your wings aren't as thick in the middle as ours. It was out of your control that the membrane would split. Everything will be okay little brother. I'll always catch you when you truly need my help." I whisper, probably the first kind words I've told him in years, but he needs it. I know that our brothers have pushed him too far and that (Y/N) is his safety net. Right now he's beyond scared, in pain, and just needs gentle words. "Not much longer now. You'll see her soon. Let's go, Lord Diavolo."

Lord Diavolo agrees with a nod of his head, and we're suddenly yanked back to the Devildom. The world swirls together to form shapes and items as the entrance hall to The Demon Lord's Castle greets us.

Before we can even get our bearings, Asmo rounds the corner and quickly spots the three of us. His eyes widen remarkably, and only then do I realize how bloody and scraped up we are. I didn't even realize my cheek was cut till now. At least the adrenaline got us here. Faster than I think I've ever seen Asmo run, he comes shooting back around the corner with a first aid kit, Levi, and Satan close behind.

"Asmo grab Mammon from Lucifer. Try to calm him down." orders Satan, taking full control of the reins.

Asmo nods and does as told. He holds Mammon's head in his lap and gently rubs his blood-coated fingers through Mammon's wet and snowy locks. Mammon slowly shifts his head and eyes up towards Asmo.

"H-Hey..." he hoarsely coughs.

"Shh, Mammon. Save your energy. She's with the doctor. Everything will be fine. Focus on me." Asmo whispers to Mammon.

I lay back down, my own wings aching from the hard flight. I can vaguely hear Satan ordering Levi around in the background. Definitely got that trait from me, but he'd kill me if he heard me admit it. Slowly, everything sinks in and I close my eyes to get a few moments of much-needed rest.

Third-person pov:

As Asmo continued to calm down Mammon, Satan quickly ordered Levi to get him some of the antiseptic and bandage wraps. Satan quickly makes his way over to Mammon to start in on his wings, until Levi stops him.

"Give him this first. It's a numbing medicine," he states simply.

Swiftly, and with much precision, Satan injects the liquid into his wing and almost immediately Mammon starts to physically relax. While assessing Mammon's condition, Satan quickly realizes that both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo are passed out cold. That cannot be good.

After a couple of minutes of tending to Mammon's wing wound, Satan then turns to Levi. "Levi. You are going to now go and carefully stitch Mammon's wing back together."

"WHAT! I-I-I-I c-can't!" exclaims the bluenette.

Satan shakes his head in impatience. "You have to. Imagine that you are sewing a costume for a convention. Asmo will talk to you and help you stay calm, but you got to do this. It's no different than your cosplay clothes. Hurry Levi."

Levi's eyes suddenly light up and become determined. "O-Okay." With that, his expert hands from years of costuming start to gently stitch the wing back together.

Meanwhile, Satan rushes over to check on Lucifer and Lord Diavolo. His sharp eyes quickly notice bleeding around Lucifer's wings, specifically the base attachment to the shoulders. Taking a surgeon's scissors, Satan carefully cuts Lucifer's shirt off. Then comes the pain of turning him over, but eventually Satan got it figured out. Around the base where the wing connects to the shoulder bones, the poor flesh was torn and bloody. Which, is an obvious indicator of extremely harsh flight conditions. Taking his own needle, Satan quickly stitches the torn flesh back together around the wings.

Then, after further assessing Lucifer's condition. He wraps a thick bandage with medical oils around the, well admittedly more bird part, base of the wings. Delicately, he finishes by wrapping some more gauze around Lucifer's entire top, shoulder to shoulder, to carefully help keep everything in place.

Afterward, Satan rushes over to check on Lord Diavolo, but he seems to just be exhausted. "Levi." Satan states.

Levi keeps his eyes focused on the wing. "Yes?"

"How are you doing?" inquires Satan.

Levi gives his head a little shake. "Fine. The wing will work, but it'll have a scar down it."

"Same with Lucifer's bases. They were so torn up that there will definitely be small scars around the base. As for Lord Diavolo, he is just utterly exhausted like the other two, but unharmed." he responds.

"Uh, guys." pipes in Asmo's smooth voice. "Beel just texted me."

"Is it about (Y/N)!?" the other two exclaim, voices full of worry.

Asmo bobs his head up and down. "He said that the doctor thinks that she will be perfectly fine. The doctor said that her fever is to fight off the cold swim and the rain, she'll be bruised where she was tied for a week at least, and he said that she should bed rest for at bare minimum a week. Other than that, Beel said that she'll be fine."

Their shoulders sag in relief, and Levi finally sets down his own needle. His expression sagging in relief. They all let out silent and breathless laughs.

"We should get these three cleaned up and in bed, but everything will be ok now," exclaims Satan with a tired laugh.

One Week Later - Sorry, these things suck, but I want to finish this chapter. The thing is is that if I continue you'd probably have another thousand words at least.

(Y/N) pov:

Waking up, the moon's tender beams greet my face through the window. A pair of arms pull me back in as I carefully try to escape from their hold.

"Mhm... stay please," whispers Lucifer. His morning voice always gets me. It's so hot!

Who knew that damaged wings mean a whole month in bed. I surely didn't, but even the stubborn, prideful, workaholic of a demon gave in to it. When he explained it out to me it made perfect sense. Since the base of his wings was injured, he would have to stay in his demon form to allow them to heal. The kicker though is that if he stood up the weight of the wings would undo the stitches. So, even the Avatar of Pride was put on bed rest with me.

Suddenly, another hand grabs onto my arms and helps Lucifer to pin me down. "I agree. Please stay." asks the greedy demon.

I gently twist in Lucifer's arms so that my eyes can meet Mammon's tired eyes. He too is on bed rest, because his injury is also on his wing. Like Lucifer, he needs to be fully transformed to heal. If he stands up and even a gust of wind that's too strong for his healing wing hits it, then the wing will re-split open.

As for me, the doctor said another week of mainly bed rest would help, except when you have two laid-up demons who won't let you go and ten other overprotective people. I'm not fully complaining though, it's just when I have bursts of energy that I want to be up and moving around.

"Alright. I'll stay, but only because you two are hurt and way too cute to resist." I said, quickly giving in and sinking into Lucifer's arms. Mammon carefully wraps his arms around the two of us and joins us.

All of a sudden, the door opens and in pours the other ten people mentioned. They come in carrying food and more changes of medical supplies. I'm always more than happy when they come and these two goofballs get checked on. After all, I do worry.

"(Y/N), dear. Sit up." gently ushers Barbatos. I do as told and he sets a tray by my thighs. "There's eggs, biscuits and gravy, and orange juice."

My mouth watered the minute he walked in it smelled so good. "Thanks a ton, Barbatos!" I thank him and quickly dig into the food. It's so good, as usual of course. Barbatos never seems to fail at anything he makes. Meanwhile, he deftly checks and changes Lucifer's and Mammon's bandages.

"(Y/N)? Do you want to go to a little cafe with me today?" inquires Beel. "It would be no more than an hour and I'd carry you if you get too tired."

Smiling, my mouth stuffed with food, I nod my head in affirmation. Of course, though, this leads to a fight about where my attention will be. I do have to give them credit though... it's a quieter fight than normal. Regardless, I think life will resume just fine, and I know I'll spend the rest of my days here. Good, because I can't imagine my life without my precious men.

[jooniyah]

Fool’s Diamonds

Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem Reader

AU: Thief!Au

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Illness, angsty mentions of poverty, diamond mines, drunk character, character death, vague mentions of non con, suggested human trade, robbery, implied smut, general theme of mistrust and deception.

Word count: 6.39 K

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

Author’s note:  This fiction is set in a time when cell phones and social media didn’t exist. Nationalities are purely for fictional purposes, I bear no ill-will towards any nationality, nor am I xenophobic.

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The air was dry and felt like parched paper. You fancied you could break it into pieces just by extending your hand out. A bead of sweat rolled inside your shirt, running down your midriff. Gosh, it was so very hot. Why was it that July felt like Earth was having a fun time roasting all the terrestrial life on a barbecue? A strong cigar smell curled around you, worsening the situation, making you want to retch.

“I’m outta here, Billie,” you shouted, leaving the money on the table. The wet circles left by the beer mugs hadn’t even dried. “Money’s on the table.”

The tattooed girl nodded at you, hollering a hearty “Sure, darlin’. See ya around.”

The heat was reflecting off the road in waves. It wasn’t like you had chosen to stay there. With a drunkard for a father and a ruined mother, you had to stay back and make sure your father didn’t set the house on fire in one of his rages. You spat down, wiping the corner of your mouth. Father. You didn’t even know what real fathers did.

Wait, of course, you did. Real fathers worked to bring bread to the table. They raised their children and tried to get their babies to live better lives. They didn’t collapse by the sewer and roll around in their own puke. It was a challenge every night to find which gutter he had passed out in.

Your mother had worked her ass off to get clothes on your back. Forget college. You had starved on days when your father stole your mom’s daily wages to go and get his brains saturated with alcohol. Did you ever think of killing him? No. Well, maybe. Okay, a lot of times.

But the old woman was strangely attached to him. She went out and dragged him home if you said you couldn’t be bothered to go find him.

“Tis your dad, girl,” she would pant, dragging the wasted scoundrel by his shoulders. “You got only him to call dad, like it or not.”

You would huff and storm out of the room, not interested in getting lectured at. Well, there wasn’t a lot of rooms in your house. There was just a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Your drunk dad would usually snore in the living room. Your mother would join you in the bedroom, where she would lie on an old ratty mattress. It grossed you out to lie on it, just imagine the times it would have seen your parents’ body fluids. Ew. You would lie on a pallet, trying to suppress the anger brewing in your heart.

Every other girl in the town had left, either to college or in search of better jobs. Some had married, just to escape the clutches of the banal town, which was tainted with general unease and distrust. No one was ever able to breathe freely. It was like the whole town was constantly on edge, waiting for something bad to happen.

And when you reached home, the bitter aftertaste of the beer still on your tongue, the cruel hand of fate had struck already.

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“Momma?”

You raced over to her side, trying to get her to breathe. Her lips were a deep blue, the eyes were rolling back into her head.

“Y/N.”

Her breathing was strained as if every draw of her breath peeled a little piece of life away from her.

“Momma?” You repeated dumbly, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t go, please,” the saliva pooling in your mouth made you slur.

“Y/N,” she rasped, struggling to look at you. “Get—”

A spasm made her wince, and you watched helplessly, waiting for her to resume.

“Get outta this…” she swallowed, willing herself to finish her sentence. “… this town. Get out.”

Her eyes scoured the place, trying to see her husband’s form in the bright afternoon light. There he was, fast asleep, not minding in the least about his family or the fact that his wife was looking for him before her last breath.

“I’ll wake him up,” you said, trying to get up.

“No,” her voice was soft. “I been done waiting for him to wake up.”

“Momma,” you whined, voice laden with sorrow.

She shook her head, flashing a watery smile at you. “My baby,” her cold fingers clasped yours. “Get outta this place. Live your life, girl.”

You turned to stare in disgust at the man stretched in the doorway. “But him…”

She cut your words, whispering hoarsely. “No use, girl. He’s good as dead. You gotta go.”

Her beady eyes searched your face, relaxing when you nodded and sobbed.

“I love you, baby.”

Her chest stopped heaving.

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You were wiping hot angry tears off your cheeks, thinking what a waste your father was. He hadn’t even stirred when you shook him awake, screaming at him.

“Momma’s dead!” you had cried, hitting his chest as if it would get his brain hum-started. “You weren’t even sober, you fucking loser!”

When your mother had been around, you had kept a lid on swearing. But the dam broke, unleashing a torrent of suppressed anger spilling out of your heart in waves.

He had grinned dumbly, saying in a slurred voice:

“One less mouth to feed, then.”

You hadn’t meant to, but your fist came into contact with his nose, followed by a sickening crunch.

“You loser,” you shouted, going crazy at the thought of a world without your mother.

He shrugged, lying down on his side, supporting his head with his hand.

“My girl be takin’ care of me, I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

You jumped to your feet, fingers trembling in rage. Your mother had lived and died, trying to support the scoundrel lying before you. But it wasn’t your cross to bear anymore. Your mother had been right, he was of no fucking use. He would simply leech off you and get drunk till his last breath. No, that wasn’t what your mother had wanted. You had to get out of the damned place.

But how? No money. No jewels. Nothing you could pawn off. Your father had already done that and drunk away all the little precious things your mother had ever owned. There was nothing to support you out in the wild, wild world.

You had a job at the local convenience store, but it didn’t pay much. It was your first job since finishing school. You had taken it instead of leaving the town, just to support your poor mother. There wasn’t much respite, but it did provide you bread when your father ran away with your mom’s wages.

You hadn’t saved a lot. But you needed leave the cursed town before it trapped you for life. Your mother had lived and gone to dust, working solely to keep you from dying of starvation. It was time to leave. To begin a new chapter elsewhere, where drunkards didn’t puke all over your foyer.

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“Billie,” you called, moving closer to her. “You got any jobs here?”

The girl pursed her mouth, shaking her head.

“Sorry, girlie. Ain’t got no jobs right now.”

You nodded in understanding. Fair enough. It was a rotten place, with not a lot of opportunities. It was a wonder that Billie kept running the pub after her old man died. It was evident that she wanted to leave the place. But like you, she had been tied to the town because of her sick father.

You were curious why she still hadn’t closed shop and left town for good.

“Billie, didn’t you ever think of leaving this place?”

She lifted a finger to be excused for a moment. She moved to pour out beer for a tall man who was standing at the counter. She pocketed the change, shouting “Enjoy your beer” at his retreating back.

When she returned, she wiped her hand on her apron, thrusting her tongue out carelessly.

“Well, I sure did, but this place ain’t got no other pub. And the money’s good the last couple o’weeks.”

You leaned in, interested.

“Anyone struck diamonds? Give me the juice, girl.”

She laughed, wiping the beer spills on the counter, nodding as she did so.

“Aye, there’s a couple guys who struck it rich. They’re comin’ and leavin’ big fat tips.”

She patted her pocket to emphasize her point. Billie was obviously in need of the money to keep the place running. You grinned, interested to hear more.

“Tell me about them.”

She handed out another mug of beer and pulled a stool to sit near you.

“There’s this guy from Russia, he been scouring for stones since last August. He bought a trench from old Mr. Hadley and started diggin’ two weeks ago. Big diamonds, you see,” she opened her thumb and index winger to show you the size, “Big ones. He been buyin’ drinks for everyone in the mine to celebrate it.”

You whistled. The only thriving business in the town was mining. People came from all parts of the world to try their luck at finding the crystallized carbon rocks. Most of them returned broke, some fell sick from the dusty haze and polluted air. Some even died in vain, succumbing to the hot burning sun.

“And the other one?”

She giggled, letting you in on her little secret. “He asked if I wanna go to Ireland.”

“He’s asking you to marry him?” It wasn’t a surprise. A lot of girls in your town had gone and married potential miners just to escape.

She shook her head, grinning. “We were foolin’ around and he thought I was serious.”

Well, poor man. Billie wasn’t the type to settle down without roaming the Earth to her heart’s content. She was simply chiseled from another rock. She didn’t like being caged.

“Talk of the devil,” she whispered, wiping the counter furiously. “There’s Mr. Russia.”

You turned and eyed the big guy entering the pub, his eyes lighting up when he saw Billie. The people in the pub cheered when he entered, and he raised a big palm to accept the claps, smiling widely.

He strode towards the counter, catching sight of you.

“And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked, smirking in your direction.

“Y/N,” Billie replied, handing him his lager. “She works in the convenience store by the old railroad.”

“Pleasure,” he said, extending his big hand to you. When you shook it, the callousness reminded you of sandpaper.

“You haven’t left town yet?” he asked, sipping his lager casually. “I mean, I thought Billie was the only lass in town.”

You smiled. The curiosity was well-earned. “I’ll leave soon enough,” you replied, keeping the obvious eagerness from spilling into your tone.

“Y/N’s momma died, so she got nothing to stay back for anymore,” Billie said, looking at you with sympathetic eyes. She had been in the same position, and she understood.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his thick accent bubbling out of his chest.

“It’s okay.” You looked at the time. “Ah, I gotta run, Billie. See ya.” Turning to the man, you dipped your head with a soft “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded chastely, watching your back as you scurried back to work.

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“Y/N!” the man hollered, “customer for you!”

You were at the back, checking the expiration dates and noting which ones to take back home. It was common in your town for salespeople to take items that were a day or two beyond the expiration dates. You stopped what you were doing and rose up to look over the aisle.

It was the Russian man. His face registered recognition, and he raised his hand to wave a small Hi to you.

“Yes,” you said, walking up to him. “How can I help you?”

He told you he was looking for some souvenirs to buy for his daughter back home. You led him to the small section that had girls’ trinkets and stuff like hair slides.

“These are all we have. You could try Miasie’s too. She might have some more accessories.”

He nodded, carding through the fake jewelry items. He whistled in a low voice.

“They look like real diamonds,” he said, pointing to a bracelet studded with stones.

“Zirconia,” you replied, taking the bracelet out of the plastic cover. You had to admit, it really looked authentic. It was a running joke in your town that the fake jewelry outshone the diamonds mined there.

“Maisie has a lot of Zirconia jewels, these are made by locals,” you said, running your finger through the stones. “

People who fared badly at the diamond mining expeditions returned home with Zirconia jewels to save face, to try and convince their people that they had in fact dug a few diamonds out. Hence the market for fake diamonds boomed, and a lot of locals thrived on it.

“I’d rather buy this, at the hands of the beautiful maiden holding it,” he said.

Was he hitting on you?

You nodded crisply, asking if he wanted anything else. He hesitated, looking around. “Is it- is it fine if I ask you out?”

There it was. Gosh. It was an endless game of cat and mouse in that town. For hundreds of young miners, there were only a handful of young girls, so the competition was crazy.

“I guess,” you said, hoping he would just get you a beer and call it a day.

“So, I’ll come and get you at…” he licked his lips. “…where do you live?”

You thought about it, thinking if you should just tell him to come to the store after all. But you got off work at 4, and you didn’t want him to see you carrying expired food back home. You wrote him the address, telling him to reach your home at 6.

He smiled and left, promising to call on you later that evening.

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“You gotta be kidding me,” you hissed when you returned home to see your father conversing with the Russian like old buddies.

The men snapped their heads to follow the sound of your voice, and there you were, holding an armful of stuff from the store.

“Y/N,” the Russian said, getting up to help you carry the items inside.

“Alexei! What are you doing here?” The time certainly wasn’t 6 pm. What the hell was he doing, cozying up to your father?

Your father grinned his sickly fishy smile. “Y/N, don’t raise your voice…”

“Shut the fuck up,” you said, cutting him off. You hated when the loser lectured you. “I wasn’t talking to you.” All the foodstuff in your arms dropped down with loud thuds.

Alexei stooped to pick up the small cartons. “Y/N, let’s not shout,” he was saying, when you swatted his arm away.

“You don’t tell me what I should do, not at my own house.”

He raised his palm in a gesture of peace.

“Why are you here? I told you to come at 6. It’s only 4.30.”

He looked over at your father, catching his lip between his teeth.

“Well, I was free and thought I’d pay you a visit…”

“When I was away at work?” you questioned.

Your father cut in harshly. “I sold you to him.”

His voice was blank, devoid of any emotion. The shocked silence prevailed undisturbed for a good five minutes before you found your voice.

“You what?”

Charging forward, you went flying towards the old man, when Alexei caught hold of your hips, holding you in place.

“It’s not what you think, Y/N,” the big man said, heaving in exertion as you squirmed and cursed out loud.

“Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me!”

He let go, but clasped your wrist instead.

“I just asked if I could take you with me to Russia. He said he didn’t have anyone to support him if you left, so…”

“So? So, you offered money to take me away? Who do you think you are?” Your voice was rising to dangerous limits. “Am I an object you can just buy? Fuck you.”

Your father was sober for like the first time in months, and then he went and sold you off to make money to drink even more?

“And you!” Pointing your finger at the old man, you screeched in anger. “You fucking sold your daughter to get drunk even more? Why didn’t you die instead of mom?”

“Enough, Y/N,” he shouted, getting up and smacking his dry lips. “You be goin’ with the Russian. It’s the least you can do for yer’ old man.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” You screamed, voice breaking and throat going dry from all the screeching.

“Now, now, Y/N, take a breath.” Alexei came nearer, whispering in your ear. “You want to escape this place; I offer you a pass. Why do you resist?”

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Billie widened her eyes in shock.

“Y/N! Are ya fuckin’ outta your mind?”

You shook your head, aware of Alexei watching you from across the pub.

“Far from it.”

She leaned down and lowered her voice.

“Girl, ya know what ya gettin’ yerself into?”

“Yeah, I know. Billie, he’s gonna take me outta this wretched town!”

“At the cost of what, Y/N? He’s married, he’ll probably sell you to another guy or worse he’d put you in a brothel.”

“I know.” You sipped the beer and swallowed the liquid before adding:

“I will be careful, Billie. He got strength, but I got brains.”

She scoffed. “Seems more like them brains evaporated in the heat, based on what nonsense yer talkin’, girl.”

You were touched by her concern. Being the only two girls in the neighborhood, it went without saying that she was like a sister to you. And if the most spirited daredevil of the town was worried about you, there really was a grim storm brewing for you.

“Listen, Billie. I’ll be sharp. I won’t get kicked into a brothel. You know me, girl.”

She considered your determined face, before giving up. “Well, if ya say that ya’ll be alright, it gon’ be alright I guess.” She looked over at Alexei. “When ya leavin’?”

“This afternoon. There’s a train to the capital. A ship’s leaving for his country on Thursday.”

“So, the three days until that…”

“He says we’ll stay and look around the capital until the ship sails.”

She curled her lips at you. “You got balls, girl.”

You grinned, smiling at her as you downed the rest of the beer. Both of you knew that you were never going to see each other again.

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“Want to go to bed?” the man asked, pulling you snug against his side profile.

“Alexei.” Your tone was curt. “Don’t touch me unless I say it’s okay to.”

Bitch. Well, he would break you in soon. He’d have you begging on all fours. Just wait till he got on that ship with you. There was no way he was going to wait longer than that.

“Apologies, I will see you tomorrow then.”

He withdrew to his own hotel room. You had arrived at the capital at 11 am. It was Tuesday. Three more days to go before you sailed to Russia with him. You had demanded a separate room. He had tried to reason with you, but you just wouldn’t hear of it.

Alexei saw you slam the door shut, standing on the verandah. He lit his cigar. Soon, he said to himself. Soon he’d have his dick inside that uptight ass of yours.

Your father had been surprisingly easy to bend. He had just said that he had struck diamonds when the old man folded like a napkin. He had honestly meant to gossip until you returned, but he quickly saw a delicious opportunity right before his eyes.

He had innocently talked about how it would be difficult for the old man if you left town, and soon enough, he had wrapped him around his little finger. He just gave him one of the smallest diamonds, the most unclear of them all, but the man danced like it was Christmas already.

“Take her, yes, by all means,” he had said, rolling the stone around in his palm. “The lass don’t have much savings, it would be damn difficult for me to get ‘er a man. Better you take ‘er. I’m happy.”

Alexei had been quite taken aback. The man really was willing to give up his daughter for a low-quality diamond. But hey, he had no qualms. He was getting the best looking girl he had laid eyes on, and soon enough he would trade you for money, or better yet, another girl.

He blew out the smoke, slowly imagining how your naked body would feel under him. Those pert tits, he could almost see them in his mind. He would make you take back every sharp word you had said to him since the day he bought you. He looked down, exhaling the smoke again. He would have to take care of the tent in his pants by himself. Until Thursday.

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“Jimin-ah,” the girl drawled, draping herself against his warm, shirtless torso. “Stay a bit longer.”

He raked his slim fingers through his mussed hair, clicking his tongue.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go.”

She pouted at him, sticking out her lower lip. “When will you be back?”

He scooped her up, kissing the top of her head.

“Soon. Really soon, baby.”

He slipped his shirt on, shaking his hair free and arranging it again.

“Don’t stay up too long, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kissed her knuckles, reluctantly letting her hand go.

“I love you, Jimin-ah,” she whined, gazing forlornly at his back.

He grimaced unbeknownst to her. He didn’t love her. And he most certainly wasn’t going to see her again. He rapidly exited the dingy hotel, not caring in the least that the poor woman would wait for him to return. Gosh, the extents a guy had to go to, to get a nice fuck these days.

Jimin didn’t really go to sex workers. It wasn’t his style. No, he was the playboy. He liked the thrill of seducing a woman, making her a gooey mess, making her tremble in anticipation of his touch. He was skilled at those games. But once the initial thrill was over, he didn’t have much to do with the girl. The longest he had been with a girl after sex was 3 days. He shuddered. What a whiny bitch she had been. Ugh.

He was strolling through the streets, scoping out potential targets. He was already hungry. He had to pick a few pockets soon if he wanted to sleep with a full tummy. The street was bustling with people. He eyed each person as he slowly danced through the crowd.

Park Jimin was a slippery thief. He had the agility of a panther stalking its prey. For anyone who looked at him, he would seem like an innocent baby-faced man in his early twenties. The air of childish charm made it very easy for him to fool people. He had to do nothing but stare wistfully at the street from the window of the coffee shop, and boom! He would have a kind-hearted unwitting girl wanting to buy him coffee. So easy.

His hand slipped into the loop of your handbag, and before he knew, you had clasped his wrist tight. Alexei went on walking before you, apparently not seeing the man digging his hand into your handbag. You didn’t say anything, walking on sedately behind Alexei, not budging an inch as Jimin whispered cuss words and tried to wiggle his wrist free.

When Alexei was beyond earshot, you hissed at Jimin angrily.

“What the fuck were you doing?”

He tagged along, unable to believe that he had been caught so easily. The cat burglar, caught in plain daylight by a woman? Was he losing his touch?

Alexei was still walking ahead, inhaling the aroma of fresh roasted coffee beans wafting throughout the pavement. You came to a halt, narrowing your eyes at the gorgeous man who was squirming under your grip.

“I- I was hungry,” He had decided to turn his charm tap on. Maybe you were one of those gullible women who would melt. “I’m sorry, I had no choice.” He hung his head in shame. “I lost my job, there’s no money for food…” His tears flowed easily. A corner of his mind wondered if he should take up acting. He could give those Broadway actors a run for their money.

You let his hand go, watching Alexei’s back warily. Digging into your purse, you pulled out an old currency note. It wasn’t much, but it was all that you had.

“Take this. Get something to eat.”

He accepted it silently. “Thank you, ma’am.” His hunger made him fold. Jimin knew that you could have called the big man to box his ears, and he admired your nerve.

His eyes scanned your persona, and his inner thief sang when he saw the chain and bracelet you were wearing. You were wearing what was worth his entire month’s fun.

“I’d like to repay you. I will return the money as soon as I can.” He watched you, simultaneously keeping an eye on the big man who had stopped to examine something in a roadside shop.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, touched by the man’s sincerity.

“No, I insist. I’d have become a thief if it weren’t for you.” He smiled inside at the soft expression blooming on your face. Damn, girls were so naïve.

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Alexei was knocking on your door impatiently.

‘Y/N? Let me in!”

You feigned a yawn and opened the door just a little bit.

“What is it?”

He tried to pry the door open, but your resistance was surprisingly strong. “It’s Wednesday, remember the carnival I told you about? Come on now.”

You put on the best sick face you could, rasping slowly, “I feel so tired, Alexei. My head hurts. You go on. I’ll come with you in the afternoon.”

He tsked, annoyed at having to leave you behind. But he wasn’t foolish enough to leave you unguarded. He had slipped two enormous wads of cash into the bellboy’s hand as soon as you had arrived at the hotel. The bellboy and the man guarding the door would never let you set foot outside the door. You were as good as trapped.

“Well, okay then. I’ll come to fetch you for lunch.”

When you closed the door behind you, an audible sigh emanated from under the bed. Jimin climbed back into the bed, his naked upper body shining in the morning light. He was only wearing his boxers, and his toned thighs were deliciously on display as he wiggled his toes at you.

“Come on, Y/N,” he purred, voice heavy with lust. “I can’t have enough of you.”

You smiled at him, climbing into his lap like a kitten. His fingers carded through your hair as you watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He drew soft patterns on your skin, murmuring affectionate words and sighing happily.

His eyes were on the chain and bracelet you had carelessly left on the bedside table. It was making his palms itch. He had listened to you all night, patting your back gently as you told him all about the dilemma your father had put you in. Part of his brain had been focused on you, but the other had been drooling at the chain glinting on your chest.

“It’s okay baby,” he had cooed, “We’ll get you out of the guy’s clutches.”

You had made passionate love; it had been your first time ever. But that hadn’t stopped you from enjoying it. Billie the encyclopedia had given you lots of inside information, so much that you knew a lot more than playboy Jimin even did. Jimin had no idea he was fucking a virgin, so good was your theoretical knowledge.

“Jiminie,” you said, grazing your nail against his chest.

“Yeah, baby?”

“The ship leaves tomorrow. How can we escape before that?”

“I wish I had money to get you tickets for another ship, baby. But you know I’m penniless.” He held his breath, waiting to see if you would say the words he longed to hear.

“I don’t either, Jiminie.” Well, obviously. Think harder, airhead. “But maybe you can sell the diamonds and get enough money.” There you go, pea brain.

He licked his lips, waiting for you to reach for the jewels on the table. Wow, he was going to live a goddamn rich life. But his face scrunched up when you reached inside your bag instead.

“Baby, whatcha doing?”

You looked up at him innocently, extracting a little tied-up handkerchief from your bag. “Getting you the diamonds.”

His confusion dissolved when he saw you untie the kerchief, revealing a big pebble-sized diamond and a handful of smaller button-sized diamonds. Oh, he’d be damned.

You picked the big one, handing it to him. “Can you try and sell it? It’s of the best quality.”

He licked his dry mouth to life. “So many- so many diamonds?”

You laughed. “Alexei has a lot more. He gave me these to make me agree to go with him to Russia.” Alexei had no idea that you had stolen from his bag, but Jimin didn’t need to know that.

Jimin turned the diamond over in his palm. Fuck, it was the biggest he had ever seen. His mind was working on overdrive.

“Why not give all of them to me, baby? I’ll sell them all and bring the money.”

Like hell you would. You shook your head.

“No, it’s easier to sell one and get going. We can sell the rest as the need arises.”

Tight bitch.

He had to think of a way to purloin the rest of the lot later. For now, he would go with your plans.

“Sounds like a good plan, baby. I’ll get going then.”

You watched him dress himself up in a rush. He was so beautiful, naked or otherwise. So damn beautiful.

Jimin saw your eyes drift to the table. He cursed under his breath. The chain and bracelet would have to wait.

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Naturally, Jimin knew the best places to go to. He was a thief, and he was buddies with a lot of pawnbrokers.

“Heya there, Jimin!” the man called, smiling his crooked smile at his favorite customer. Jimin brought a lot of stuff to his shop, and he was glad to do business with the innocent cherub.

“Brought a diamond today, Han,” Jimin said, looking around the cold, dark room. No other person was around. Jimin loved the cold ambiance of pawnshops. The metallic smell of old silver and brass made him feel at peace. There were so many interesting things on display. He felt like a child taken to Disney Land.

“Let’s take a look,” Han said, extending his palm.

Jimin looked around at the stuff Han had recently acquired, whistling softly while the man appraised the diamond.

Han looked up from his loupe, eyes wide. “How ever did you get such a good stone, Jimin? This one is easily worth thousands!”

Jimin’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might have sent him on a wild goose chase. He had doubted if it really was a diamond at first, because you were ready to part with it freely. He smiled at Han.

“A chick I know had it.”

Han winked. “Got rid of her yet?”

Flashing him a conspiratorial smile, Jimin drawled, “Will do soon.”

He turned to Han on his way out. “I’ll bring you some more, hold on to your breath.”

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Jimin was on his way back to your hotel. He had stopped to buy a ticket to Bermuda. He was going to sail away happily. The only thing was, he needed to rob the rest of your diamonds before the end of the day. He would stay up after you slept, and sneak off with them.

He had so much money in his hands, and his robber instinct told him to flee already. But then, those button sized diamonds beckoned, appealing to his greedy heart. Some more money wouldn’t hurt. There had been at least 10 diamonds in there. Not to mention your jewelry. Greed made his feet walk automatically back to you.

When you opened the door, you were dressed up. It was evening already, nightfall was approaching. Maybe you had gone to the carnival after lunch with that Alexei guy. Jimin didn’t really care where you went as long as the diamonds were safe.

“Hey,” you whispered, letting him slip into your room. “Did you sell it?”

He grinned and dangled the thick wads of cash before your eyes. “Uh-huh. See? We’re gonna run away together, baby.”

You clapped your hands in delight, taking the wads from his hands. You counted carefully, looking up at him with a startled “15 thousand?”

Jimin had taken five thousand for himself, but he wasn’t going to tell you. He simply nodded.

You were surprised. Wow. You had thought that the diamond required more polishing. You had only expected a few thousands. But this was so good.

“Jiminie, you were right, will you hold on to these diamonds too?”

You thrust the diamonds bundled in the kerchief into his hand. “I don’t want Alexei to find out at the last minute.”

He had to put so much effort to stop himself from laughing out loud. This was going so deliciously well.

“Sure, give it, I’ll keep it safe.”

He tucked the bundle neatly into his pocket, innocence painted all over his face.

“Hmm…” you embraced him, sighing in contentment. You were going to escape Alexei. The thought made you giddy with happiness. You tied the wads of cash into a scarf, securing it under your pillow.

Jimin watched you, fascinated. Ooh. He could run away with the diamonds and the cash. Midnight would be the best time. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck you a couple times to while the time away.

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“Y/N?”

Jimin had watched you go into the bathroom. But you hadn’t come back yet. Maybe it was the right time to run.

He dug his hand under the pillow, groping blindly to feel the cash. It wasn’t there. Fuck.

He turned to see the light still streaming from under the bathroom door. He had to decide if it was worth the risk to try again. His hand roamed on the bedside table. Thank goodness, the jewels were there. He grinned to himself. Awesome. He had to make a run for it.

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When Alexei opened the door in the morning, there was no sign of you. He stormed into the bathroom, calling out your name. No answer.

He ran down furiously, looking for the bellboy.

“Where is Y/N?” he shouted, bunching up the boy’s collar in rage.

“I don’t know, sir,” the boy said, surprised and caught unawares.

“You little cocksucker,” Alexei screamed, shaking the boy until his joints rattled. “You just cost me my bitch!”

The bellboy remembered the crisp notes you had slipped him at midnight. It was more than Alexei had paid him to keep you inside. You had been the highest bidder, so it was only fair that he let you go.

“I honestly don’t know,” he said, allowing Alexei to box his ears. “I never saw her come down.”

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You were on a cruise ship to Bermuda. It left at 9 am, and you had found the ticket luckily in Jimin’s pocket at midnight. The guy had to learn how to safeguard his stuff. You stifled a giggle. Poor bastard. He was probably shocked when you never returned from the bathroom. You snorted, and an elderly man looked at you in surprise.

At last, you were free. Life was so exciting; you had a whole new chapter waiting to be written. It was going to be a ride, and you were determined to enjoy it thoroughly. You remembered Billie. She would have loved to go with you.

Retiring to your cabin, you picked out a paper and started writing a letter. Detailing your adventures, you finished with the lines:

‘You were right, Billie. I would never have survived out here if it weren’t for brains. I fled and made sure Jimin would be responsible for the stolen diamond and not me. My hands are clean.’

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Alexei found out that a big diamond was missing from his rucksack, and he stormed off to get in touch with the police. They assured him that they would look into all the diamonds pawned over the last couple of days.

He thought you were too naïve to embark on a journey alone. You were probably hiding out in a motel, waiting till the hue and cry died down. He was sure that the investigations into the pawnshops would lead him to you.

Han was sweating profusely when Jimin returned.

“Whatever’s the matter, man?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows at the guy.

“Police are sweeping all the pawnshops in the district for that diamond of yours. My cousin runs a shop too, and he just dropped by to share the news.”

Jimin tensed. It would be a tight stretch to pawn the rest of the diamonds to Han. The man was in enough trouble already.

“Okay, I’ll come back after a while then.” He shook the tied-up bundle before Han’s eyes.

“Yeah, you do that. It’s for the better.”

Jimin paused to think. Han might give him away if the police pressed too much. He untied the bundle and extracted a couple diamonds, passing them over to Han.

“Here’s a gift, you keep quiet and you can have them for free.”

Han looked at the stones in his hand wide-eyed, unable to stammer out his thanks. He nodded silently, bending down to examine the stones.

Police sirens were sounding in the distance, growing closer by the second. Jimin’s foot was almost out the door when Han called:

“These ain’t diamonds, they’re Zirconia! They’re worthless!”

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[marvelsmalfoy]

prove them right w/ron weasley

summary: granger!reader with the help of Ron, goes to a muggle shelter to do some charity work

a/n: so it’s my first fic, and im sorry if it’s not that good. regardless, thsi is for day 27 of a very harry potter christmas ( from @jamilelucato and @whack-ed), girls i know im little late, sorry. oh, and thanks @jamilelucato​ for the tips on how to write a fic.

it was Hermione’s idea to reunite the friends for somewhat of a muggle charity work. it was the first Christmas season after the war, and she said that you needed to be around people that were happy and hadn’t gone through a war like the rest of you.

you loved your big sister, but sometimes she had some crazy ideas that not even you were able to understand. nonetheless, there you were, three days before Christmas, waiting for everyone to show up at the entrance of a muggle elderly shelter, almost freezing.

“oh, hi, y/n,” said the (not officially) main reason for you being there.

Ron Weasley was standing next to you, wearing a jeans jacket with a jumper, with a cap that covered almost all of his ginger hair, except for the front part that was growing more than his usual hairstyle would allow.

“hi-i,” you had no idea if you stuttered because of the cold or because of the boy, but it was something in between.

“where’s Hermione?” he asked, placing his hands inside the pockets of the jean jacket.

“she wanted to get more food,” you told him, slowly tilting your head towards him, not even noticing you were doing so. “I don’t know why she didn’t already have more — it was all her idea after all.”

“maybe she changed her mind,” said the ginger, “she does that quite a lot.”

there was something about this habit of Harry and Ron that they’d talk to you about your sister like they knew her better. you supposed they knew her in ways you didn’t, but that could not possibly make them comprehend her better.

“where’s everybody?” he asked again, this time, though, the question hurt you a bit.

you had a crush on Ron since Hermione introduced him to you. well, actually, you fancied him before you even had a face to go with the name. when Hermione send you letters about her adventures with the ginger, your heart just melted a little. and you were only ten.

your feelings for him only grew greater with time, and it didn’t help that he was always around you and your family. you were also always around his family — becoming best friends with Ginny Weasley can do that to a person.

but it was just a platonic thing. Ron didn’t know about it — at least you hoped to have been discreet enough.

so, of course, it probably was uncomfortable for Ron to be alone in a cold street alone with you and a bunch of presents that you held in the bag your sister prepared.

“dunno,” you shrugged, “Harry and Ginny were coming together — it was what Ginny told me anyway.”

Ron turned to face you, and you felt your cheeks turn redder than the cold was painting them already.

“uh, I asked if she wanted to come with me,” you didn’t know why you added that information to the conversation, but something about Ron’s eyes always made you speak more than needed.

“they don’t appear to be comin’ any time soon, so maybe we should just get in?” he suggested, raising his shoulders even though his hands didn’t move out of the pockets. “it’s getting real cold out here.”

“guess we should get in,” you agreed, biting, slightly, your lower lip, “I’ve got the presents anyway.”

he laughed at your terrible attempt of sarcasm, and suddenly all the cold in London wasn’t able to take the warm in your heart away.

he walked in first, but not before asking if you wanted help with the bag of presents.

“it’s enchanted,” you said.

“of course it is,” he sighed with a resemblance of a smile.

it felt like the whole thing was an internal joke you didn’t understand, and there were you getting (again) jealous of your sister for being best friends with this gorgeous ginger.

the elderly in the shelter were like angels on Earth. not that you had much experience with angelic mythology, but you suspected angels were kind and smiling beings, just like the elderly you and Ron presented with gifts that night.

must add that you did all the charity on your own, because your sister, Harry and Ginny did not show up. in the first few minutes, you were worried about your friends, but it soon became clear to you and Ron that they probably didn’t want to come up.

to you, something else was pretty clear — they knew. the whole Christmasly situation, with charity work and hot cocoa, along with Ron felt like the type of situation your sister would scheme for you.

not that you had asked — before this night, you thought Hermione had no idea about your feelings. and now, even Harry knew.

oh, Godric, even Ginny knew, and she was, like, Ron’s little sister!

“it’s so nice of you two to give us presents,” said one of the old ladies, sitting by the fire. she had the most beautiful black eyes you had ever seen, so dark but also very tender. “it’s rare to spend a night with the visit of such a young couple.”

your eyes widened immediately, and you didn’t know where to look. instinctively, you glanced at Ron, who gazed at you with the same expression you presumed was on your face.

you raced to explain, “we’re-we- Ron and I are not a couple.”

the granny smiled, her black eyes going from you to Ron.

“such a pity then,” she sighed, “you two would have adorable babies.”

you gulped so hard and so fast, it felt like you swallowed your tongue.

“I suppose Ron’s still gonna have cute babies without me,” you commented, trying to sound superior and evolved, but just covering up the fact that the idea of making babies with Ron crossed your mind now and then ever since you learned how to do it.

the old lady watched as you and Ron interacted with curiosity.

“why do you say that? the very reason our babies would be cute is you,” Ron protested, getting closer to you and sitting by the fire over the rug.

you turned your neck towards the ginger, completely surprised with what he said. you didn’t know if he understood what he was claiming — that you were cute — but you were gonna take it as a compliment anyway.

“me?” you echoed, resisting the urge to place a hand over your heart, “come on, Ron, your babies will be ginger. can you imagine how cutesy?”

“yours will have your pretty big eyes,” he replied, leaning his head.

the conversation dragged on, you two so invested on it, that you didn’t even notice when the old lady responsible for the topic disappeared. later you supposed the woman had intended to be discreet.

within laughs, Ron confided something on you.

“sorry we had to do all the work by ourselves,” he said.

“it was no worry at all,” you replied, swallowing the rest of your laugh, “I didn’t think I’d like it here, but somehow I do? these people are nice.”

Ron noticed how slightly you tried to change the subject, but something was telling him if he wanted to let it out, it was now or never.

“but we shouldn’t have to do it all alone, especially because that was not what we agreed on.”

“hey, Ron, it’s not your fault they didn’t show up,” you stared deep into his eyes, trying to sound as sincere as you could.

if anything, it was your fault. you were the one with a crush.

“well, it actually kind is?” it sounded like a question, but that wasn’t the boy’s intentions. he breathed in and out before continuing. “Harry sat it up. I didn’t ask for it, but he probably thought he was doing me a favour.”

you stared around, taking in the place where you sit. not many old people were around anymore since it was a bit late already.

“a favour? you needed to be in touch with the elderly or something...?”

Ron giggled at your innocence, inclining his head away just a little before completely leaning in.

“I needed some time alone with you,” he explained in a seductive tone.

“oh,” was all your shocked face let out, completely intertwined in Ron’s gaze.

this new information was definitely a three-day-earlier Christmas gift. you never thought Santa Claus was actually gone give it to you, but here you both were, only centimetres away from each other's mouths.

“Harry must’ve asked everyone to not show up,” Ron continued, unsure if your response was positive or not.

“I thought it was my sister the one with the plan,” you said.

“Hermione?” he seemed surprised, “can’t see her helping me get with her little sis.”

you giggled at his mockery.

“she wouldn’t be doing it for you,” you elaborated.

“oh,” he gasped, his mouth forming a pout.

you smiled, “yeah,” and you turned your gaze away from his.

there was an awkward single minute of silence before Ron leaned in again, this time seemingly more confident.

“you know, this only leaves us with two choices,” he said.

“which are?” you opted to not look at him yet. something inside you told you that he wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence if you stared at his eyes.

“prove them wrong,” he said this part with somewhat of disgust, “or prove them right.”

you smiled, finally turning to face him.

“as much as I’d hate to prove Hermione wrong,” you leaned on your knees instead of simply sitting with your legs closed, “this will only be our fault really.”

“yeah? why?”

you placed your hands over his shoulder, suddenly brave enough to do what you always dreamed. but, before, you had to gaze away from him and stare at something above the two of you.

“is it really because of them we kissed if sitting under a mistletoe was our fault?” you teased, smirking pleasurably.

he smirked two, finally moving to place his hands on your waist, and lifting your weight from your knees to his chest.

“our fault entirely,” he played, teasing you before the kiss, “I like the sound of that.”

“me too,” you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“so...”

“kiss me already, Weasley,” you demanded, and it was all that echoed in the room as the last old lady left to bed, smiling at the young couple.

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Thirty-One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You and Harry agreed he would move in after you got back from England. You spent most of the week helping him pack up some of the easier things he didn’t need every day. That way you wouldn’t have to do much when you got back.

You rummaged through your closet pulling out as many options for outfits you thought you’d need for your trip. You had one really big luggage bag you’d be able to get most of everything into. You decided to use your backpack as a carryon. You kept your travel toothbrush and a spare pair of clothes in there. Harry had a large luggage bag and a backpack as well.

“Think you have everything ya need? We gotta get up pretty early tomorrow.” He asks, sipping on his coffee Friday morning.

“Yup! Everything’ll be good to go. I’m leaving work around three today too. I’m hoping to go to bed early.”

“Same here. We’ll need to be up at like three in the morning, order the uber and all that. International security takes a little bit longer. Got your passport?”

“Yes, it’s on my dresser ready to go.”

“Perfect.” He kisses you on the cheek. You look down at your watch.

“Well, I better go to work. See you this afternoon.” You kiss him goodbye, and head out the door.

You were thankful it wasn’t snowing, and there were no storms in the forecast. Sarah and Rachel agreed to help take turns watching your place while you were gone, and you were so grateful for them. Niall was only working a half day today. He was taking a red eye to Ireland that night.

“Excited?” He asks, coming into your office.

“So excited! It’s going to be so much fun.”

“Won’t be weird celebrating Christmas?”

“Not at all! I’m excited to see what traditions his family has.”

“It’s quaint, quiet. Very cozy.”

“Nice change of pace from my family.”

Niall makes sure to hug you before he leaves. You wish each other safe flights. The clock moves agonizingly slow. You just want to get home to Harry. He was smart enough to just take all of Friday off. When it finally hit 2:50, you dipped out.

When you got home, Harry was making some lunch. You loved your little chef so much.

“Whatcha making?” You ask kissing him on the cheek.

“PB and J’s, sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, thank you.”

You both sit on the couch with your sandwiches, and watch a little TV.

“How was work?”

“So boring, half the office wasn’t there. Niall left at like noon, so the rest of the day just dragged on. Happy I’m home now.”

“Doesn’t your work usually have like a holiday party or somethin’?”

“Yeah, they usually do it at the end of January. It’s a lot of fun, they have it at this hotel with a big ballroom. Open bar too.”

“That’ll be fun.” He smiles. “I secretly love staying in hotels. Feels like a mini holiday.”

“We’re staying in a hotel when we go to London?”

“Actually, we’re staying at my flat.” You give him a confused look.

“You…have your own place in London?”

“I sublet it. I had done a lot work there a few years ago when I was traveling. I took the opportunity to make some money. I mostly use it on Air BnB. It’s nice to have the few times I go home. Since there are a few weeks I go home in the summer, it was just more cost effective to have my own place.”

“How do you run an Air BnB if you’re not there?”

“My sister lives in London too, so I give her a cut to help take care of things.”

“Oh nice! I’m really excited to meet her, and your mum.”

“They’re excited too.”

//

Your alarm goes off a little after two in the morning. You wipe away the sleep from your eyes, and take a really quick shower. You put on some leggings and a sweatshirt. Harry has a pair of sweats on as well, and a long sleeve shirt. You both wheel your luggage down, and he puts it into the uber. You hold his hand the entire way to the airport.

He prints both of your tickets, and sets your luggage up to be checked. He hands you your ticket, and your eyes pop out of your head.

“Harry?” You tug on his jacket.

“Yeah, love?”

“Why does this say first class? I only paid you for a commercial flight.”

“I always fly first class on these long flights. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

“But Harry…this is too expensive.”

“I had the miles babe, it’s not a big deal. C’mon, we need to go through security.”

You both get through security quickly, and head to your gate to wait. You wanted to be mad at him. You really didn’t like when he would pull these fast moves over you. When he puts his arm around you, and pulls you closer to him, you forget you’re upset. You’re too tired to even care at this point. You rest your head on his shoulder.

“What time will we get there?”

“Let’s see, if we actually take off at six? We’ll get there about eleven.”

“That’s good, we’ll still practically have the whole day.”

“Yup. I’m rentin’ a car for us too. That way we can scoot in and out when we like.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?” He chuckles.

Your flight is ready to board, and your jaw drops at the nice seats. You had never done something so extravagant.

“You want the window seat, love?” He asks, putting a carry on overhead.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If I sit on the aisle, I can stretch my legs out easier.” You kiss him on the cheek and sit down.

You remember the dream you had a few weeks ago of being married and pregnant, traveling with Harry. Your mind wandered to how often you may end up taking this trip with him.

A stewardess comes around with hot towels and mimosas making you giggle. You buckle yourself in, and watch as Harry takes his glasses and a new book out. You take your headphones out, and plug them into the jack in the arm rest. He watches you scroll the countless movies and television shows available.

“Oh hell yeah.”

“What?”

“They have HBO on here, I can finally watch the second season of Big Little Lies.”

“You’re going to watch the whole season on this flight?”

“Probably, I am a pro at binging, or did you forget?” Harry giggles.

The flight attendants go through the safety procedures, and prepare for takeoff. You hold Harry’s hand as you take off. You switch your screen to see what music was available.

“Thought you were goin’ t’watch TV, love.”

“I will in a little while. I feel like I’m gonna drift off, and I don’t wanna miss anything. Think I’m just going to listen to music for a little while.” You smile. He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Here, I’ll grab you a blanket.” He moves to put his hand up to ask for one, but you stop him.

“Brought my own.” You reach for your backpack, and take out your baby blankets. You drape one over your legs, and keep the other bunched up at your stomach to hold onto.

“Never seen those before.”

“I keep them in a box under my bed for safe keeping. They’re not in the best shape, but I don’t like traveling long distance without them. They’re for comfort. I brought a small blanket for you too.” You pull out a fleece blanket and put it in his lap.

“Thanks. Had ‘em for a long time?”

“Yup, they’re my, um, baby blankets.” He smiles at you. “What?” Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Every time I think you couldn’t possibly get cuter, you go and do somethin’ like this.” He kisses your cheek. “Ya comfy, baby girl?” You smile.

“Very.”

You put your ear buds in and scroll through the music options. You settle on The Weeknd, and put it on shuffle. You take out your neck pillow, and get even more comfortable. You close your eyes and sigh quietly. Harry smirks at your music choice, unsure of how you could fall asleep to that kind of music, but he doesn’t question you on it.

He dives into his book, and slowly feels his eyes start to droop. Just as he feels like he’s going to fall asleep, a stewardess comes up to him.

“Sir, would you like anything to drink?”

“Coffee would be great love, and a couple of waters. She’ll be thirsty when she wakes up.”

“Of course.” She hands him the drinks and he puts them in the cup holders. “Here are the papers to fill out for your meals later. If you just want to leave them in the pocket when you’re done, I’ll come ‘round to pick ‘em up.”

“Sure thing, thanks.”

Harry looks over at you, and you look completely passed out. Your face was slightly scrunched, the way you always looked when you were having a dream. You made a slightly distressed noise.

“Oh no.” Harry knew you well enough to know by now that you were most likely having a bad dream, if not a nightmare.

He gently strokes your cheek to try to soothe you. Your breathing steadies, and a slight smile forms on your lips. Your eyes flutter open, and you look over to him through your lashes.

“Ya alright?” He coos.

“Can we snuggle?” You say still half asleep.

“Mhm.”

Harry puts your tray table down so he can stick the drinks on there. Then he lifts up the arm rest so you can scoot closer to him. He puts an arm around you while you nuzzle into his chest. He puts his book in his lap, and drifts off into sleep with you.

You wake up a couple of hours later with your head in Harry’s lap. He was watching TV, nibbling on some potato chips. His other hand was stroking the top of your head. You sit up slowly, and kiss him on the cheek.

“Hey, sleepy head.” You giggle.

“Hi.” You stretch. “Think I’m gonna use the bathroom.” He gets up so you can get out. The bathrooms were much nicer in first class.

When you sit back down you guzzle down the water he had gotten for you earlier. He passes you a small bag of chips.

“Got you a bag of crisps. Should be comin’ ‘round with a meal soon.”

“Crisps?” You giggle. “You’re going full Brit on me this week?”

“Very funny.” He sticks his tongue out at you.

About a half hour later, the stewardess comes around with two continental breakfasts. Harry passes you yours.

“You ordered kosher meals?”

“Yeah, they have to make ‘em fresh.”

“Smart.”

“Only a couple more hours now.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

You and Harry watch the same movie for the remainder of the flight. When you get off the plane you both use the bathroom. You brush your teeth and change into some jeans and a nicer top. You wanted to make a good first impression. Harry changed into some jeans as well. He grabs your luggage, and leads you to the rental car area.

Once you both are settled, you get into the car, accidentally opening the driver’s side, and laughing when you see the steering wheel.

“Wrong side, love.”

“Whoops! I’m all turned around.” You get in on the correct side. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I allowed to drive here?” He chuckles.

“Course.”

“Would you let me try it out at some point during the week? It’ll be cool to say I drove on the opposite side of the road.”

“We can definitely do that. We’ll find a nice parking lot for ya to practice in.”

You gaze out the window as you take in the sights around you. He steals glances of your reactions, and smiles to himself. About an hour and half later, you come close to where his mother lives. He takes his phone out to call her.

“Hi mum, yeah, we’re about twenty minutes away. Sorry, I forgot to call when we landed. Airport was hectic. Alright, see ya soon.” He puts his phone back down. “She’s got a nice lunch ready for us, you’ll love it.”

“I can’t wait.”

Harry pulls up to a small/medium sized house.

“This is beautiful.”

“S’not where I grew up. Mum moved here once I went to uni. Still feels like home though.” He takes the luggage out of the trunk, and you both wheel them up the walkway. Harry opens the door. You both take your shoes off, and leave the luggage in the front hall.

“Harry?! That you?” Anne peaks out through the kitchen. “My baby!” She runs over to him, and gives him a big hug and kiss.

“Hi mum.” He smiles. “Mum, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” You smile shyly.

“Hello, love.” She gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Same to you, you have a lovely home.”

“Oh thanks, Harry, your sister should be here any minute. If you want the larger bedroom, I suggest you bring your things upstairs.” She looks at you. “Y/N, come to the kitchen with me while Harry does the heavy liftin’” She winks at you.

You follow her to the kitchen and see a spread of salad fixings and bread.

“Can I get you anythin’ to drink?”

“Just some water would be great, thank you.” She gets a glass and fills it with water for you. You smile as you take it.

“So, you’re the beautiful young lady my son keeps gushing about?” You blush. “He calls me once a week you know? Part of our rule for him not livin’ here anymore. He speaks so fondly of you, dear.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You wondered when Harry actually called his mother, because he never did it around you. Maybe when he was at work?

“I didn’t think he would ever meet someone he really loved, let alone liked.” She laughs. Harry walks back in, and sits down at the island with you.

“Oi, I hear ya talkin’, nice things to say about your only son.”

“Sorry Harry, you know how you are.” She grabs two plates. “Please, make up your plates, no need to wait for Gem, you both look famished from the flight.”

You each pile up your plates with salad. You hear someone come in through the door.

“Harry!” Gemma exclaims. He puts his plate down to give his older sister a hug.

“This is m’girlfriend, Y/N.”

“So great to meet you.” She gives you a hug. “Heard wonderful things. Don’t know why you’d wanna give this idiot the time of day, but I suppose someone had to.” She rustles Harry’s hair.

You enjoyed your lunch with the group, it was nice to see Harry interact with his family. They asked you all sorts of questions about your work and family. You listened to stories about Harry and Gemma when they were younger.

“Gem, is your boyfriend comin’ over on Christmas?” Harry asks.

“No, he’s on business right now. I’ll be leavin’ here after we do gifts to meet up with him.”

You were excited to give Harry’s mom and sister the small gifts you had picked up a couple of weeks ago. You also couldn’t wait to see the look on Harry’s face when he opens the box for the watch he’s been wanting.

“So, Y/N, does your family do anything for Christmas?” Anne asks.

“When we were younger we would wait until Christmas to do all of our Hanukkah gifts. And it was an easy day for our whole family to get together. But once we all got older and moved out, we stopped getting together. My brother and sister both have non-jewish significant others, so they spend the day with their families. We usually get together for one of the days during Hanukkah.”

“I saw some of the pictures on Facebook, can’t believe you got Harry to sit on your uncle’s knee, wish I could’ve seen that.” Gemma laughs.

“I’ll have you know, it was an initiation into her family.” He sticks his tongue out at her.

“Harry, I was thinkin’ we could all go out to eat tonight since we’ll be cookin’ a bunch tomorrow and the day after.” Anne says.

“Sounds good to me, can we go to that curry place?”

“Definitely.”

“We’ve talked your ears off, why don’t you kids go unpack a bit and relax.”

You, Harry, and Gemma all head upstairs.

“Took the bedroom with the ensuite by the way.” Harry smirks. “Snooze ya lose.” She rolls her eyes at him.

“Happy to give you two your privacy.”  You giggle and go into the room with Harry. He closes the door.

“Are you allowed to have the door closed when you have a girl in here?”

“Think it’ll be fine as long as m’sister doesn’t rat us out.” He kisses the top of your head.

You unpack your bathroom toiletries, and some of the clothes you plan to wear while in Anne’s house. Harry lays back on the bed, and waits for you to finish. You sit down next to him.

“This is a nice room. Does she often have guests?”

“Sometimes. Gem comes to visit every other weekend.”

“You’re good children.”

“My mum did a lot for us growin’ up.”

“Is your dad in the picture at all?”

“Oh sure, saw him just about every weekend growin’ up. He lives far from here now, so we won’t see him. But I plan to give him a call on Christmas.”

“Didn’t you say you had a stepdad?”

“I do..did. He passed away not too long ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“S’alright, he was a great guy.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep. I’m nervous I won’t be able to sleep tonight if we nap.”

“Wanna go for a walk? I can show ya the neighborhood.”

“That’d be great.”

“It’s a bit chilly, so we’ll need to bundle up.”

You leave the room. Harry knocks on Gemma’s door, and invites her to come along. The three of you tell Anne you’ll be back soon. The two point out different homes to you. The architecture was exquisite.

“Have ya ever been to England before?”

“No, it’s my first time.”

“Oh how excitin’!”

“She’s been to the Middle East though, Israel.” Harry chimes in.

“Holy shit! That’s so cool. When’d you do that?”

“My senior year of college, I went on a birthright trip.”

Gemma asks you all sorts of questions about the trip, and you show her a few photos on your phone. You liked Gemma, she was nice and friendly. Her and Harry also seemed pretty close. It reminded you of how you were with your brother. But Harry and Gemma acted more like best friends, probably since they’re so close in age.

//

The restaurant Anne took you to was perfect. It was nice, but not too fancy. You greatly enjoyed watching her scold Harry and Gemma for offering to pay. When you all get back to the house you decide to play a card game before bed. You and Harry turn in early since you both were still tired from all the traveling.

You do your nightly routine, and put on a t-shirt and pajama pants. Harry slides into bed with just a pair of boxers on. He raises an eyebrow at you as you join him in the comfy bed.

“You’re awfully covered up.”

“I didn’t know how cold it would be, plus I didn’t want you thinking we were going to get into any funny business at your mother’s house.”

“So I’m not going to see an ounce of your skin for the next three days?”

“You can see plenty of my skin.” You hold your arm out to him and giggle. “You know I’m lucky me neck has completely healed up.”

“That’ll change once we’re in London, same goes for the rest of ya.” He kisses you on the lips, and turns over.

You wrap yourself around him to spoon him, a leg going between his. You both sigh and fall asleep pretty easily.

//

The next morning you and Harry get up to take a shower. You shower together, but no funny business. Other than a few soft kisses, of course. You dry your hair, and put on a pair of jeans and a sweater. Harry does the same. You both go downstairs and see that Anne and Gemma have put together a small breakfast of beans on toast.

“Um, do you we have any plain toast?” Harry asks.

“Of course! We also have jam and butter.” Anne says. “I was thinkin’ we could all decorate the Christmas tree after breakfast. Y/N, would you feel comfortable in helpin’?”

“Sure! I’d be happy to.”

After breakfast you all go into the living room to decorate the tree. Harry and Gemma reminisce over different ornaments from their childhood. You help put different lights around the tree, and Harry plugs it in.

“Oh that’ll look just lovely when the sun sets.” Anne beams. “Thank you kids.” She wraps her arms around Harry. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too mum.”

“What do you all usually do on Christmas eve?” You ask.

“We have dinner, and then we take a drive to look at all the lights around town. Some people really do up their houses.” Gemma explains. “Then we come back and get into our pj’s and watch holiday movies and sip on hot cocoa.”

“Do you like Christmas movies, Y/N?” Anne asks.

“Oh sure, my siblings and I used to watch The Grinch every year on Christmas Eve. The one with Jim Carey.”

“We’ll just have to add that to the list then won’t we?”

“Then on Christmas morning we all have this big breakfast, and open presents. Some friends usually come to visit for dinner, and that’s about it.” Gemma finishes.

“That all sounds wonderful.”

//

After dinner, Anne drives the three of you around the neighborhood. Gemma was right, a lot of people really go all out with their lights. Harry keeps his fingers intertwined with yours for the whole drive. When you get back you were happy you brought a festive pair of pj’s, even if they were Hanukkah themed.

Gemma made everyone hot chocolate as you all got settled in the living room. You started off watching A Year Without A Santa Clause, and all of those stop motion classics.

“Hey look, The Grinch is on Netflix, shall we watch that next?” Anne asks.

“We don’t have to watch it if you all don’t want to.” You say.

“Nonsense, it’ll be a new tradition.”

“Mum, Y/N said she’d make us all potato pancakes tomorrow with breakfast. They’re really good. Do we have everything we need?”

“Yes, I have an abundance of potatoes.”

“Mm, homemade potato pancakes, what a treat.” Gemma says.

Anne flips on The Grinch and you feel a nostalgic excitement take over. Harry pulls you closer to him on the couch, and you snuggle in. You try really hard to stifle some of your laughs. But you can’t help it, you think the movie is hilarious. Harry knew it was bound to happen, you started laughing so hard you cried when the Grinch burps in a random guy’s face on the street. You were trying to be quiet about it, but it just made it funnier. Harry, Anne, and Gemma all laugh along from your infectious laughter.

You had only been there for a couple of days, but you loved his family so much already.

[chocochar]

Can we get the lady and the tramp part 3 it’s beyond cute 😍

(Took me a while to get to this but eeeyyyy it’s done)

Part 1 | Part 2

[(F/n)'s POV]

        Being with a villain is definitely a hard thing to get used to. 

        I love Dabi so much!! But getting nearly kidnapped a few times after he became known, I'm not too fond of. But it never comes to fruition, me getting taken, whether it's because he showed up just in time and they got scared and left, or my dad's men were nearby. Even though Dabi tries to play it off that he just happened to be in the area I know he came to protect me! At least I hope. 

        Today, like always, I won't see him until he comes through my window late at night. My mom's commented about how tired I've been looking, and taking a check of myself in the mirror I can see some dark circles under my eyes. But I like to wait up for my boyfriend, because I don't see him that much otherwise.

        Getting up later than I meant to I yawn and get ready; a shower, getting dressed, doing my hair and makeup, and getting something to eat. It's nice out, so I check my phone to see if anyone wants to go out. A couple of my friends agreed to go shopping and grabbing my purse (which is new from Dabi, he likes to surprise me with gifts sometimes! Although he won't tell me how he makes so much money... Hmm...) and phone I leave.

        Seeing them I call out,"Hey girls!" 

        "(F/n), you look so tired, are you sleeping okay?" The first thing one of them says. I scratch the back of my head and smile, hoping they won't see through my lie.

        "Huh? O-Oh yeah! I've just been tossing and turning a lot, nothing to worry about!" I assure them; I can tell they don't believe me and as we start walking my other friend asks,"Are you suuuure? I bet you're seeing a guy and not telling us."

        The other gasps and asks,"Wait are you?! Ooooo, is he a bad boy? Is that why you're hiding him?~"

        "Maybe it's someone we know! Or he's super hot and she's just scared we'll drool all over him, huh?" she nudges me with her elbow. My face is red and my eyes avoid theirs as I fail at lying or hiding me dating someone from them.

        "I-I mean I, um, n-no! I'm not seeing a-anyone!" I exclaim, crossing my arms and not giving them anymore than that.

        They keep trying to pry even as we buy some outfits as well as get lunch. The day is nice, it's relaxed and laid back, and I text Dabi when he replies or messages me. The two keep trying to look over my shoulder, one of them managing too and teasing,"Ooooo, babydoll?! So cute!~"

        I hide my phone in my purse so they won't keep snooping.

        Things seem fine, but when night starts to fall I begin to feel something: we're being watched. Not like my dad's men, but something dangerous maybe? I don't like the feeling, but the other two don't seem to notice as we walk the sidewalk; the two are chatting away while I keep eyeing alleys or peeking behind us when it won't go away. It's not very busy down this street, either... I don't like this.

        "(F/n)? Are you okay?" My one friend asks, noticing how stiff I am or how many times I keep looking back in just a minute alone. I look at her surprised before smiling and nodding.

        "Huh? Yeah, of course!"

        "Are you sure? You seem kind of on edge," she replies, my other friend eyeing me concerned. 

        "H-Huh? Really?? No, I'm totally fine," I try to lie, but hearing footsteps I look back... I freeze seeing a rather scary looking man keeping up with us a few feet behind. His look alone is terrifying but he's eyeing us like meat, or more specifically... He's eyeing me like a prized jewel... Oh no...

        "(F/n)?" My friend asks, the two looking at the scary stranger suspiciously. My legs won't seem to move. No, not while they're here! What if they get hurt or caught up in something too?!

        "So you are (F/n), huh? Thought so, you're pretty cute in person, no wonder he's so attached," the man gruffly bites out. My legs finally find it in them to move but it's too late; we're surrounded, and my friends are quickly knocked out by it looks like a quirk while I look for some way to run. But I can't, I can't leave them!!

        "Wa-Wait, please don't hurt them!" I plead, holding up my hands and looking at the different villains. "A-are you here because of...?"

        "Got that right, doll, we're lookin' for Dabi, after what he did to our boys before we just wanna... talk to him," one barks, his smirk making me so uncomfortable. I move away when he goes to grab me, as he continues,"We found out about ya, so why not get him back the best way possible?"

        "Kidnap his girl, have him come to her rescue, then get him while he's distracted," the big, main one adds, large hand wrapping around my arm. I whimper with how iron tight his grip is, fear filling me to the brim and my heart pounding so fast. "That, or do something to you in front of him, should hurt him real good for the shit he's caused. You're pretty cute, guess we'll see how cooperative he is.~"

        "W-Wait what?" I ask, not understanding what he means. But before he can say anything else I feel something hit me behind my head and everything goes black.

[X][X][X]

        "... sure he's gonna show up?"

        "Once he gets the little note we left him in her room probably, if this pretty little rich girl means shit to him," I hear two of my kidnappers conversing. I start to wake up, groggily, but I can make out what they're saying now as well as opening my eyes to see the room we're in... or lack thereof. It looks like an abandoned hotel room; the walls have holes, the floorboards are dirty and some rotted, and the air is thick with dust as well as the smell of these men. I groan and notice it's already night time, how late it is I don't know but I'm sure my parents are worried sick, and... maybe Dabi is too? I don't see my friends... Oh no...

        "Wh-Where... are my...."

        "Oh good, you're up," one smirks down at me and the two approach me. "Didn't think you were gonna get your ass up, but glad that hit didn't kill ya."

        "Where am I...? And where are my, my friends...?" I ask trying to sit up; my wrists are tied behind my back and I'm lying on my side. The way they're eyeing me... It gives me chills, are they going to kill me??

        "Don't worry, your friends got left on their doorsteps. We ain't got any need for them," he replies, kneeling in front of me. I go stiff immediately when his hand starts running up and down my thigh, my eyes wide. Wh-What is he doing...? "Just you, maybe your boyfriend will show and we can finally take care of business."

        "But if he doesn't, well, we'll have to decide what to do with you," his partner grins, the man's hand on me moving higher. I start to breathe heavier and I attempt to scoot away from him, snapping,"D-Don't touch me...! Get your hands o-off me!"

        "Oh? And how're you gonna make me?~" he gropes my backside and I whimper. My legs are untied fortunately and without hesitating I bring my leg up and kick him in the face. He falls back, looking at me in shock and holding his cheek. I glare at him, although it's not very menacing. And he returns it looking much, much scarier, growling,"You bitch...!" 

        I scream when he grips my hair and straddles me, saying,"Not so tough now when you're held down, are ya? Feisty bitch..." I start to feel his other hand wandering and trying to pull my (pants, skirt, etc) off, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Does Dabi even know I'm gone? I hope he cares, I... I want him here... "I don't hear anything either, looks like your boyfriend ain't comin' huh? Guess we jumped thinkin' he'd give a shit, but lookie, you're all alone, and we're gonna-"

        Before he can finish the sound of an explosion almost is heard somewhere else in the building with glass breaking and other men screaming. We all look at the door, which sits open; I can make out... blue lighting, like a glow, like... Dabi's fire?! 

        "Shit, did he just show up?!"

        "Yeah, I think so! Uh," the other kidnapper peeks out of the room as the blue glow disappears and his expression turns horrified before he slams the door shut and locks it. "Quick, do something about her!!"

        The man on me suddenly brandishes a knife and starts to cut away at my shirt, my tears starting to flow. What is he doing?! Is he going to kill me, o-or something else? He glares at me, seemingly changing his mind when he goes to cut my bra open, and turning the knife around in his hand so it's held like he's about to stab me. He starts raising it, muttering,"Gotta get rid of ya, sweetheart..." and I panic.

        "D... DABI!!" I scream as loud as I can. He and the other man freeze when the sound of boots hit the floorboards with quick, thundering steps coming our way, then it goes quiet. We wait, and I nearly wonder if it wasn't Dabi, that he didn't come and I saw something else.

        That all changes when the door is blown open like an explosion and blue flames burst through the doorway into the room. Luckily I'm far enough from the door they don't hit me, but the other kidnapper falls as he cries in pain. I clench my eyes shut, listening as he goes silent. When I reopen them I swallow at the sign of his charred remains as well as the blaze gone; it's a gross, terrifying sight. Me and the man on top of me look at the burnt doorway, the door on the ground in pieces, and my heart races seeing my scarred knight in shining leather steps through. He looks mad, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are scary and almost glowing. The man on me is visibly shaking; he seems to forget his plan as he stands and holds up his hands the knife dropping.

        "O-Oh look who it is, so ya did show up," he says shakily, giving a nervous grin.

        "Why wouldn't I? You took my girl, and I think burning you all alive is worth more than enough for what you had planned," he says calmly; it's terrifying. He's mad, but still so calm. That's one thing I like about Dabi, though, he's level headed even when he's upset, well, for the most part. "You've got five seconds to try to run for the door before you join your buddy here." He gestures to the corpse. The man gulps, wasting no time in rushing for the door. Just as he makes it Dabi holds his hand up to blast more blue flames his way, but he stops when our eyes meet. His hand lowers and coming over to me he kneels down beginning to untie my wrists.

        The moment I'm free I jump up to wrap my arms around his neck burying my face in his overcoat. His own scarred limbs loop around me and I can feel him lightly rub my back. The tears are already coming, and I swallow trying to hold them back.

        "It's okay, babe, you didn't really think I'd leave you to these assholes, did you?" he asks, pulling back and looking down at me.

        "I-I was hoping not," I admit, taking this chance to kiss his lips before holding him again. I did have that fear that he wasn't going to show up. Was I important enough for him to risk it? That's all I could think, but him being here... I think I have my answer.

        He takes me home hidden by the dark of night so no one sees us; it's after midnight apparently, my parents aren't home when we make it to my house, Dabi telling me they went to the police. Once they get back I'll tell them I managed to escape or something, but for now I hurry and change, looking for my phone to at least text them. 

        Dabi stops me, though, and I look at him confused, unable to read his expression.

        "Dabi? What is it?"

        I don't get an answer, instead he kisses me deeply, his arms pulling me tight against him while my own loop around his neck; my hands feel through his hair and I smile into the kiss. It's brief because I pull back and meeting his cerulean gaze I ask,"Are you okay?"

        "Yeah, why?" he asks. He's not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but this time I can see he's upset. Was he... that worried?? 

        "... Nothing, but I'm glad you came, my knight in shining leather.~" I smile warmly, his cheeks shockingly turning a red tint as he averts his eyes. It's almost like he's embarrassed, mumbling,"Shut up, idiot..." before I kiss him again.

        He won't admit it out loud that he cares about me, but his actions tonight were all I needed to know how important I am to him. That's all I need, because he's the most important thing in my life, and I hope I'm just as much to him.

(AN: Hope this is okay, sorry it took a while to do, writers block suuuucks QuQ )

[caps-lockdown]

Harden My Heart

A/N: This is my entry for Mimi’s one hit wonder challenge! I chose “Harden my Heart” by Quarterfish.

@captain-rogers-beard is an incredible writer and even though I’m far from worthy of her existence and writing talent I decided to take a stab at my first writing challenge! Congrats on 11k!

Y/N Y/L/N format, and no beta so just me owning my mistakes. Bold Italics are thoughts. 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,845 (Ish)

Warnings: Some angst with unrequited love, but there is a happy ending! Language, alcohol use (a lot of it), and some crude humor. Hopefully this comes across as funny as I imagined it.

Summary: A night out with the Avengers is always a bad idea when you mix them with heartbreak and booze.

Enjoy!

Harden My heart

Why did it have to be raining?

Because fate was cruel, that’s why. So here you stood, on the corner of the street under the barely there cover of a random bar’s awning. Waiting, like you always did. The glowing of the neon in the bar’s window reminded you why you were here tonight.

Karaoke.

The bellowing laughter poured out of every crack of the establishment’s walls as you bounced from foot to foot, nearly catching your death in the chilly air. That’s what you had been good at after all. Patiently waiting for one Steve Rogers to make his presence known. He had promised tonight would be different. He promised you. And Captain America never broke a promise.

Right?

~~Earlier~~

It started the same way it always did. Fourth Friday. Eight thirty in the morning. A marathon of meetings going over the end of the month numbers for Stark Industries. Sheets of notes hastily scribbled and multiple cups of coffee ingested. The occasional cough from suited investors and higher management as the illustrious Tony Stark boasted the climbing stock percentages. You had been the eccentric billionaire’s assistant for nearly a year now, and you had come to know that the end of the month was everyone’s least favorite time.

Tony Stark hated Fourth Friday.

The day flew by in a haze, you absentmindedly chewing on the end of your pen deep in thought on the merger that would be taking place next month. Tony assured you that you’d still have a job, but if he had it his way you’d get your own assistant. You weren’t complaining, as the work load kept getting heavier as time went by. Another pair of hands would be extremely welcomed right about now.

The loud sound of a hand smacking the table jolted you to reality, you giving a timid smile to Sam Wilson, his own gap toothed smile spreading across his face.

“Y/N! Welcome back to earth.” You released a chuckle, trying carefully to calm your hammering heart. He loved making you jump, which wasn’t hard as you scared so easily. “You comin’ to team building tonight?”

Ah yes, team building. Tony did this every Fourth Friday. He dragged everyone in the Avengers (and usually you) to do things to “relax” after stressful meetings and even more stressful missions. Your first team outing was laser tag. He rented out a whole roller skating rink once, another time you were roped into inflatable obstacle courses for an afternoon. You partook in paintball and movie nights. You actually came to look forward to the adventures, as it so happened you didn’t have a lot of your own friends. But the team took you in, making you comfortable and never pushing you past your admittedly long list of limitations. You weren’t chicken, but you weren’t stupid either.

But the best part about the team building evenings, and working for Stark in general, came in the form of Steve Rogers. He had been the first to introduce himself to you on your first day working for Tony. He even accompanied you to lunch the whole first week, made sure you met everyone you needed to and answered any questions to put you at ease. Tony had joked that Steve liked taking in strays so they didn’t run away. You didn’t mind in the slightest, and you grew to get on like gasoline on a fire. And that also meant like so many other women, you found yourself harboring feelings for the man out of time. An absolute cliché, but it had been too late to catch yourself when you fell.

“What’s on the docket for tonight Sam?” You asked, staring into your coffee cup and bracing yourself for whatever crazy idea Tony had gotten in his head.

“Karaoke!” You looked up at the second voice, smiling warmly at the tall blond that joined the two of you in the otherwise empty conference room. Steve looked positively delicious in his dark blue button shirt and gray slacks. You had to remember to breathe, choking on nothing when he got closer to you. You would never get tired of the tall drink of water. You swore that man could wear a potato sack and you’d still gladly let him ruin you. “What do ya say Doll, you in? I got your first round of drinks.” He smiled and a whole conservatory of butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He already had ruined you, in a way.

“Depends, you actually going to show up this month?” You cheekily replied, a slight hint of bitterness in your voice. It should be noted that you had been inseparable in the beginning. After you got the hang of your job Steve started inviting you out for coffee. Then he asked you on walks in the morning before he went on his runs. You did everything together for the first six months. Everyone pestered you to find out if you were dating, and you would have jumped at the chance, but he was always quick to fire off that you were just friends. Even though it felt as if he was chipping away at your heart with a pick axe you never confronted him or confessed your feelings. After all, you got to be close friends with Captain America, what more could you ask for?

Then he met Camille.

Three months ago felt like a lifetime to you. Camille Straughton was the daughter of some big wig investor for some company you couldn’t care less to know about. She was gorgeous, her features exact opposite of yours, and didn’t have an insecure bone in her body. Everyone fell in love with her upon meeting her. She was nice to you and you wanted to drop a piano on her. She brought everyone homemade sweets whenever she visited and you imagined pushing her in a vat of hot wax. Alive and screaming the whole way in. The way she said Steve’s name had you sharpening your imaginary pitchfork, torch at the ready.

She was nothing short of perfect, which sucked, and she seemed to have her sights locked on your favorite blond. You didn’t think you were capable of hating someone so much.

Steve told you not to worry. That you couldn’t be replaced. That you were still one of his best friends. Idiot.  So when he skipped lunch with you the first time to grab a bite with Camille you did your best to hide your disappointment from everyone else. Wanda found you crying in a supply closet on the seventh floor five til five and held you until your mascara stopped running. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out why, and you made her swear not to utter a word.

Steve apologized the next day but made a habit of it after that. You eventually got used to eating alone.

When she kissed Steve on his birthday in front of everyone, he returned the favor, everyone “Aww”ed and “Oooo”ed at the now “official” relationship. You took up shooting lessons. Sam and Bucky became increasingly impressed and terrified at your progress. Carol, Maria Hill and Nat dragged you out for a “Men are trash” party and after drinking too much you found yourself crying into homemade cupcakes on someone’s kitchen floor. You made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t cry over him anymore after that. The hangover of the century the next day helped drive that promise home.

Everyone else didn’t notice how you’d managed to become even more reserved, keeping your smiles to yourself in a lock box that once held your heart. Sounds pretty pathetic right? Steve saw you less and less. Tony said he’d come around. That Camille was good for him, but he’d eventually need to come up for air and want to see his friends.

Then he missed team building for the first time. Tony had kittens. Then the second month he missed it Tony slapped Steve’s face on all the coffee machines and milk jugs in the building, looking for the “Missing Blond Neanderthal that sometimes answers to Capsicle”.  By the third time you had accepted the new norm, but Tony screamed so loud that everyone in the limo remained silent for the duration of the travel time to the Drive in theater. A whole forty minutes, not a sound being heard except Tony’s fast and angry fingers typing empty threats into his phone. You learned quickly not to engage Steve in conversation, keeping your replies short and sweet unless you wanted to hear about Camille. Which you most certainly did NOT.

So needless to say you had to cover your obvious shock when he nodded vigorously at your question that cloudy Friday afternoon.

“I promise Y/N. I’ll be there.”

~~Present~~

And this is how you found yourself in slightly damp clothes waiting outside for a little less than an hour, darting your eyes down the sides of the street with an unopened umbrella and slowly diminishing hope.

“Y/N come inside already,” Tony called from the doorway as he pushed the door further out for you, “You knew better than to believe he’d actually make it.”

You shuddered, turning on your heel and walking into the mouth of the rented out bar with a defeated sigh. “He promised Tony.”

“I know, but he’s too wrapped up in her to care about us anymore,” He patted you on the shoulder as you shrugged out of your coat, the knockout outfit you had picked out for tonight falling on blind eyes. “You know she demands that he calls her when we leave for missions and the second we land? How suffocating. Pep would beat my ass if I was that annoying.”

“Bold of you to assume she doesn’t think you annoying to begin with.” His redheaded wife clapped back and you only nodded, not really paying to the conversation after that. This wasn’t the first time you had waited for him in the rain. This wasn’t the first time he had told you something and did something else. You should be used to it. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The first shot of tequila went down like battery acid, Bucky’s look of understanding spurring you on to your new goal of drinking to forget Steve’s empty promises. Screw him.

It was during Sam’s cringe worthy performance of “Danger Zone” that Nick Fury entered the bar, Maria hill accompanying him and nearly dying of laughter when he stared at everyone.

“What the actual fuck? I picked this bar to get AWAY from my job. I just want some damn peace and quiet! That too much for a motherfucker to ask?”

You bought him a drink for his troubles. Maria and you threw back another shot to “Fourth Friday” while Fury kept complaining, sipping his bourbon the whole time.

“Here Y/N, pick one!” Sam slammed a large tome of songs down next to you awhile later, a high pitched yelp jumping out of your throat and landing on the bar with a loud SHIT. “Jumpy much?”

“Get bent Wilson.” You muttered into your glass of whatever fruit drink Nat ordered you. He laughed when you flicked the tropical paper umbrella at him before thumbing through the cracked and water damaged pages. “They should laminate these….” You pulled a face, barely reading the titles. Not that you could make out more than a couple words anyway.

Your gaze zeroed in on a song and you flattened your index finger next to it. “This one. I’ll do this one. But not now, maybe when I’ve had a few more?”

“Whatever you want Y/L/N, shot time?”

The third shot went down like water, as did number four.

Nat, Carol, and Wanda all got up to sing “Girls Just want to have fun” you had politely declined, although you were a girl, you were not having fun. Nor did you want to.

Tony wrapped up the nine o’clock hour with an atrocious cover of “Baby got Back.” The slap that Pepper gave him when he suggested that she “Turn around” and “Stick it out” was heard around the world.

Everyone decided to take a small break from the singing after that.

You toasted Sam and Pepper, who had agreed they needed alcohol to burn Tony’s very dated dance moves out of their memories. You decided against another shot for now, not wanting to overdo it when Stark had planned on closing the joint down. Can’t take him anywhere really.

Thor found you an hour later after belting “I would do anything for love (But I won’t do that)”. You hadn’t moved from your spot at the bar, even when the MC reminded you that after Tony it would be your time to sing.

“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N. Is that a new dress? That color really suits you.” His compliment made you beam in thanks, the same blinding smile that landed you the job and put people at ease. “There’s my favorite smile. Who made you hide it away for so long?”

Did I get feelings for the wrong blond?

“You’re too sweet Thor. It wasn’t hidden, just taking a break. Can’t have it out on display all the time you know.”

“Well you wouldn’t hear me complain if you did. I hate seeing you upset. You doing alright?”

“I will be after another shot I think.”

“Then it must be done! Barkeep!”

You both exchanged shot glasses, fully knowing it would do nothing for the Asguardian but he thanked you none the less. By the time midnight came around you were good and tipsy, clinging to the mic stand for dear life as the room spun around and the small squares counted you in on the screen you desperately focused on. As if you didn’t know the words. You could belt this tune in your sleep.

“Cryin' in the corner, waiting in the rain, I swear I’ll never ever wait again. You gave me your word, but words for you are lies.”

Nat and Wanda cat called you from the side of the small brightly lit stage and you felt your confidence, entirely alcohol fueled, soar. You stood up straight, imagining telling off a certain super solider with the song lyrics with newly found power. Douchey, stupid, hunk of perfect idiot. I’ll show him. I will.

“Darlin in my wildest dreams I’d never thought I’d go, but it’s time to let you know, oh

I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

As you kept belting out lyrics to the heartbreak ballad everyone tried to hold in their amazement. You were so engrossed in your own imaginary confrontation you didn’t catch the very real and very taken back Steve Rogers practically running into the bar, a pained and confused look on his face as he watched the group of heroes sway and cheer on your impressive vocals.

“Where did she get those pipes?!” Sam excitedly exclaimed as Steve neared the stage, the lights far too bright for you to see past the dingy dated monitor.

“I have no idea, but I TOLD you this was a great idea! As all of my ideas usually are.”

Sam side eyed Tony before knocking back the last bit of his drink, shaking his head.

“Darlin in your wildest dreams you never had a clue, but it’s time you got the news. I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

You repeated the chorus and slowly trailed off the end of the song, praising yourself for keeping your pitch in check and not slurring you words to the point of incoherence. The loud clamoring of applause and shouts broke you from your power trip, you giving a small curtsy and taking a large hand off the stage.

When your eyes came to focus on who the hand belonged to you released it as if it had bitten you. Drunken tears welled up in your eyes as Steve appeared in front of you. Without the incredible she-bitch. Your flight instincts kicked in and you promptly turned on your heel and ran awkwardly into the bathroom, heels clicking the whole way as you locked yourself in.

He can’t get me in here you cackled triumphantly, before the dam broke and you started crying your heart out on the hard tile floor. Screw the promise. The booze was more than effective now, your vision blurring from all of the shots and heartache. How dare he show up tonight. What was he playing at? Was he some kind of sadist? As if all of this wasn’t hard enough already. You couldn’t feel your toes due to the heels. So you tore them angrily off your feet and threw them at the door for good measure. Sure showed him huh?

Your thoughts drifted off, the amount of hard liquor finally catching up to your body and forcing you into a unwelcome blackout sleep. You didn’t notice Wanda walk in and levitate your body out of the bathroom ten minutes later, safely putting you into Steve’s arms and telling him sternly,

“You did this to her, you can deal with her.”

You woke up in a bed that was most definitely not yours some time later. Your eyes and throat burned as you groaned, the thunderous banging of your own pulse making you nauseous. You attempted poorly to shield your eyes as the sun glared in through the window without mercy. Where in the hell am I? Checking to make sure your clothes were still on you slowly pulled yourself out of the massively comfortable bed.

Cold hardwood met your feet, eliciting a short squeak from your mouth upon contact. Where the hell are my shoes? Steeling your nerves you were relieved to find the room empty, padding across the floor and inching the door open to the living room. The smell of coffee and hot bacon assaulted your nose and your mouth began to water. The door then decided to release a loud creeeeeaaak causing the subject of your dreams and your most recent nightmares to turn around from the stove.

“Morning sleeping beauty. Rest well?”

He chuckled at you confusion covered face, placing a mug of steaming life juice on the island in front of him and sliding it towards you. “I imagine you could use this.”

“Stop…screaming…head….hurts…” Broken sentences were the best you could manage in your current grogginess, greedily snatching the mug off the counter and relishing the hot liquid climbing down your body and bringing it to life as if it were Frankenstein’s monster. “What…what happened….last night?”

“Before or after you blew everyone away with your singing?” Steve smiled as a blush crept over your face and neck.

“After.”

“Not a damn thing.” He said confidently, turning to the stove to shut off the burner and plate the remaining bacon. “You passed out in the bathroom and Wanda got you out. She blamed me for your knocked out state and demanded I fix it.”

“You know Wanda,” You hastily tried to cover up your embarrassment, waving your hand, “She always has had a way with words.” A nervous laugh echoed into your coffee cup, noting it was the one you had bought him for his birthday. Peachy. This brought back great memories. Not

He placed a plate of food in your line of sight, complete with a couple aspirin.

“Where…where’s Camille? I don’t think she’d be okay with me sleeping in your bed…”

He shrugged, “Well we broke up last night so I honestly don’t care what she thinks anymore.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, the fork loosely hanging in your fingers mid bite.

“Oh Steve I’m…”

He waved you off. “Don’t say it. We both know you and everyone else were hoping we’d end things. It was exhausting living up to her expectations of me, so I called it quits.”

You nodded, chewing your food as he began to pick at his own. “I can understand that. Relationships shouldn’t feel forced.”

“You’re damn right.” He sighed, taking a bite of bacon and looking at you. “I can’t believe I let her control me so much. I’ve missed everyone. I’ve missed you so much.” He let out a bitter laugh, “Why do I always date the crazies? My dumb luck right?”

“Hey love makes you do crazy things Steve. And your luck isn’t that bad.” You offered a small smile, to which his frown deepened.

“Oh yea?” He questioned, folding his arms and staring you down, “If my luck isn’t so bad then why am I not dating someone like you?”

You stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head. “Ex…excuse me?”

“Did I stutter?” He asked simply, knocking the air out of your lungs as you clung white knuckled to the marble. You stared at him in a stunned silence as he merely shrugged as if it were nothing, “You’re kind, massively intelligent. Beautiful without trying. All of my friends already like you. You don’t belittle me or try to control every aspect of my life. You don’t make me contemplate murder on a daily basis.”

Another deep sigh and agonizing silence before he spoke again, his voice cracking slightly,

“If someone like you would even think about dating me, I’d be the luckiest man I know.”

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Months of emotions poured out of your mouth, your laughter on the edge of sounding like that of a lunatic’s. But you couldn’t stop, tears springing to your eyes as you held your sour convulsing stomach. It was Steve’s turn to look stunned.

“You....you moron!” You accused between giggle fits, “I’ve been in LOVE with you for MONTHS!”

Steve started nervously chuckling at that, “You…you are?”

“Yea you big dumb Neanderthal. Where have you been?”

“With the wrong person.”He didn’t waste another second, coming around the side of the island and scooping you up in his arms. His lips met yours and you let out a contented sigh before breaking away from him. “We should probably take this slow. I don’t want to feel like the rebound here.”

“Oh, yea, of course not.” He set you back down on the floor, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as you giggled, closing the distance and relishing how nervous he looked. “Can I…can I ask you out to dinner sometime then?”

“I got no plans tonight.” You offered, watching him with amusement as he did a double take. “What? I said slow not no. I’m not going to let you get away again, Captain Rogers.”

“Tonight it is then.”His arms found his way around you again as he pulled you into a hug, chuckling softly into the side of your neck. “So last night….were you…were you singing about me?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I deserve that I suppose.”

“Damn right you do.”

End

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[mythykl]

class 1A in a discord group chat,, part 1**

goin ahead w my tops. bear with me

our boii Denki Kaminari *gonna talk about him first cuz’ he made this grp**

is literally online 24/7,, does he even sleep??

smol caps, that’s it boiz

types random shit, such as ‘nsjdecjenf’ when he’s mad

is always havin silly arguments w kyoko,, over random shit,

get ready to be astonished by his large vocabulary yet writes shit that just,, makes u go fAcEPaLm

shuts one w the quirkiest comebacks out there,,

Ashido

you can literally sense shit lotta energy and positivity in her text even though she sends something as minimal as ‘sUPP yall’

suprisingly, not really online on discord,, but might reply at any point in 24h

types super fast

reads notifications mostly n joins in only when ppl are down for some badass gameplay *more of an instagram hoe*

uses lotta abbreviations,, and uses ‘lmao’ usually

always down for gossips

Kacchannn

are we even surprised of how much he cusses???

didn’t want to be in the groupchat, but kirishima kept adding him back

never texts w emojis or all large caps, even though he might be practically screamin’ while typing,, hence leavin everyone confused

lately he’s never on, since he muted the groupchat still an unknown fact to all

thus when he texts, the usual replies he earns range from ‘oh, so u alive.’ to ‘did you blast ya PC/phone this time too?’

calls everyone w fucked up nicknames,, except eijiro ofc.

‘What does brb even mean raccoon eyes?’ anddd ‘Try studying instead of crying in here fuckers”~ yupp vibes pretty confusin’ 

Kirishima

‘man up momo!!’ aka an attempt to emit motivation to our dear yaoyorozu after her fourth defeat in fortnite idk vid games,, don’t bully me uwu

well it did work,, cuz she won the next match

online, most of the day. yup. except for his work out period. again, yupp.

loves conspiracy talks, especially of heros and villans,, a new discovery for his classmates,,,

that’s all they talk about when he’s online and in full element

goes all caps lotta times and never really uses emojis

only one to sense the mysterious nature of kacchan’s texts,, you shouldn’t be surprised

hates using silly abbrevations, 

Midoriya

emojis,, sums it all

he literally goes all emojis at times- meaning to communicate full ass sentences *obviously for fun* ,, uraraka seems to be the only one to understand them, even ashido at times??

w every new online member, he’s the first one to text ‘how was ya day?’

it was here that he trolled bAkUGoU for the v first time, didn’t realise it until Aoyama points it out

ofc bakugou, yet again, replied in a confusin way. tho a few swear they heard him loudly cussin at deku in his dorm room.

blurts out motivational shit,, and his texts naturally feel fuckin relatable everyone just goes,, ‘yup’ ‘true’ ‘yaa’ ‘eXaCtLYyyy’ n so on

Uraraka

doesn’t really ever play video games to begin w,, this poor soul wonders why’s she in this group

ashido was the one to ask uraraka to sign in discord,, and she doesn’t regret it a bit.

is never really online

was once teased by yuga w uk who,, she wasn’t herself that day.

Iida

again, a newbie here,, didn’t want an account but had to make one under class’ pressure

never really online, well are we surprised??

is never really teased, but when someone makes him mad he mocks em’ using their full name

 not gonna lie,, that shit lowkey funny

once was being stripped off his innocence by indirect yet explicit description of sex by kaminari and mineta,, iida simply logged off to get away from that,,,

Asui

her laid back yet straight forward nature really shines in her texts, givin the most sweet yet blunt replies,, which might just turn out to be an unintentional burn

has amazing reflexes in vid games,,

never cusses or argues 

Todoroki

called izuku ‘young midoriya’ once, in hopes of being funny,, well,,, hasn’t tried to fake humour since then

kaminari was the one to help out our icy hot w makin a discord,, this dude was still stuck on facebook 

seems innocent, but unknowing cracks adult jokes in heat of the conversations,, earned him the name ‘icy thot’ from bakugou, but also is usually confused why everyone’s crackin up- i myself am confused w this imagination

but c’mon. he doesn’t text those intentionally,, lets hope maybe??

either replies to midoriya’s ‘how’s ya day’ and justifies his actions in games w long ass paras, OR replies w ‘oh’. 

tho amateur, he’s a vid game prodigy. apparently nvr played once before comin to UA high.

continued sending ‘gm everyone’ everyday for the first two weeks until his classmates teased him for that- no one by far knows if that did hurt his feelings or wut-

tries to make people feel better- ya

once gave a big speech justifying his love for cats. everyone read it ofc, n replied w kawai cat videos. shoto went to bed late that night.

Momo Yaoyorozu

she speaks pretty formally on texts, well ya she’s tryna loosen up a bit tho,,

andd quite impressed by denki’s vocab btw

she was the one to ask mineta and kaminari to stfu as they were describing- uk-

even her cusses and insults on chats sound regal af, you’d even pay her to insult you

the only one who has not yet been teased on the group

click here for part 2;))

[musicnoots]

Hold Me Tighter

Babe Heffron/Reader

Requested by anon: “Hey! If your requests are still open, would it be ok to request some good ol babe fluff? I’m having the worst time at uni right now and could really use some babe cuteness to cheer up”

A/N: Major sleepy Babe fluff. Hope you feel better anon <3

Synopsis: A sleepless night in the Ardennes leaves Babe restless and curious when he asks you a tricky question.

Tags: @gottapenny @croatianbagudna @dustyjjumpwings @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew @curraheev @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @those-dusty-jump-wings @majwinters @junojelli

“Are you comin’ with me to Philly?”

His voice is breathy, raspy and tired. His hands shake under the cold January night sky, eyes looking out at the snow right in front of his foxhole as he pulls you closer to his side, thin army-issued blanket spread from shoulder to shoulder.

Babe is tired, restless, and almost at the brink of tears when it comes to sleeping. Usually, he’s out like a light once the sun sets and the sky turns into the dampest shade of a black, but tonight, he can’t find himself to take the angels’ hands into slumberland where the sky is pink and the ground is as fluffy as the clouds.

He asks you the question like it isn’t the pink elephant in the room, fifteen different tangents going off in his head as he stares at the pile of snow in front of the foxhole. You shoot him a quizzical look, hand gripping the edge of the worn out blanket spread across your laps. “What?”

“Like, after the war? I mean—damn, I shoulda phrased it differently,” he stutters and his cheek start to grow red under the darkened sky. “Are you comin’ with me? Am I comin’ with you? Where we goin’ after the war?”

“You’re asking me this now?”

“My Ma always said it’s better to be prepared than sorry,” he yawns for the first time in hours since the sun said goodbye to the stars. Babe has this fear of losing you—not to bullets and grenades, no. He’s afraid he’ll lose you because of something stupid he did, like not telling you how much he loves you or if you wanted to come back to Philly with him. “And I’m kinda in love with you, y’know? I don’t ask you to come and cuddle with me in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere for nothin’.”

A small part of your heart, that isn’t frozen from the cold, warms up a little bit and your stiff lips curl up into a smile. “I feel your love so hard right now, Babe. So romantic. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, but tell me—where we goin’?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I was thinking about going back home and just relaxing for a bit. War’s a tiring workplace, bub.”

“Aw man, so no Philly?” Babe whines, and you giggle, not sure if it’s the real Babe or the sleep deprivation clouding his head. “I was really hopin’ for Philly, Y/N, not gonna lie.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. It was nice knowing you, Babe.”

“Wait, nuuuuhhh—” He turn towards you and rests his head on your shoulder. He was going to caress your cheek like the gentleman he is, but he’s way to comfortable in the position he’s in under the blanket—slight warm and cozy next to your presence. “Y/N, I love you. A lot. And I am the man of your dreams. You don’t wanna be with the wrong guy, ‘cause I’m the right one for you.”

His words are slurred and his eyelids are droopy, obviously way too sleepy at this time of the night, but he fights against it to stay awake, sniffling as he tries to find the right words. You hum, squeezing his hand under the blanket as he drifts in and out of consciousness. “Well, Edward Heffron, what makes you the right one for me?”

“Well,” he tried to sit up but fails and ends up slumped against your side like a fat fish on land, “number one, I’m cute, and you like cute guys.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, a...nd I am very talented and romantic. You remember that heart I drew in the mud a while ago? That’s my Da Vinci side.” He draws a heart in the air with his pointer finger, giggling at the memory of him presenting you his masterpiece. You weren’t in the best mood back then, a little bit pissed at everyone when he dragged you out just to show you a lop-sided heart drawn with a twig he found laying around. “What else am I good at...um, I make a mean banana and peanut butter sandwich. The recipe is from my Ma, but I always pass it off as my own—shhhhhh, don’t tell her. What else...oh! I can also fart on command. Wanna see?”

“No,” you chuckle and wrap your arm around his shoulders, fingers rubbing hexagons on his cheek gently and softly and he melts into your touch.

Babe can just sit here and fade into dreamland while you play with a strand of hair peeking out from his helmet—this is his favorite way to fall asleep. With you right by his side and him snuggling into you like a cat on a rainy day, knowing that he’ll be safe in your arms. He always thinks about this moment, not in a war setting, but in a domestic setting where he is fast asleep on the couch of your shared Philly home with hot chocolate on his upper lip as you keep him by your side. He thinks about it way too much than he likes to admit, but if it’s that life he wants, then he might as well just marry you right here, right now and put a ring made of leaves on your finger.

He hums at the feeling of your fingertips on the nape of his neck so comfortably, he feel like he’s home. “I think ‘bout this all the time.”

“Baby, I know you like it when I play with your hair.”

“Yeah, I do. Can you move your hand just a little further ba—yeah, that’s the spot,” he moans as you he tug the little tuft of hair on the back of his head, eyelids screwing shut as he feels lighter than the clouds. “But I always think ‘bout us just living together. A small little home just for the two of us, a garden in the front—it’s mine, by the way—and a cat. I want a cat, Y/N. I don’t want a car, I want a cat.”

“Mm, and what would you name this cat?”

Babe is silent for a moment, and you think he’s asleep until his lips twitch. “I wanna name ‘im Sergeant Purrkins. Get it? ‘Cause...Perkins…” he yawns.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go to sleep,” you say, reaching to pull the blanket up but he slaps your hand away.

“Nooooo, I’m not finished yet!” he whines. “I need to tell you about our lives back home! You got me sidetracked, Y/N! Now I can’t remember what else I was thinkin’ about!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” You kiss his cheek, and Babe instantly forgives you. He loves it when you kiss him, especially in front of the guys—it makes him feel special. “Go on.”

“Thank you, as I was sayin’—I’m gonna marry ya. Gonna marry ya in the world’s biggest wedding with ice cream instead of cake because I’m cool like that. I’m gonna be the best husband in the entire world because I make good food and I love everything about you. Boobs and ass mostly, but I enjoy your lovin’, too.” He yawns, way too tired at this point to even continue on because it’s way past his bedtime. “So whaddya say, Y/N? You comin’ with...me to…”

Babe doesn’t even finish the sentence before he’s silent again. Eyelids shut tight, and snores escaping his parted lips as he finally falls asleep in the early hours of the morning in your arms. He dreams of that life back home with you—the one where you live comfortably with a ring on your finger, drinking hot chocolate by the windowsill as it rains outside. Sergeant Purrkins walks on the dining table as Babe pulls you into his lap and smothers you in kisses, your hand running through his locks just the way he likes it, and he will never grow hungry, just satisfied knowing that you’re his in the moment and for the years to come.

“Yes, I’ll go back to Philly with you,” you say, and he’s already fast asleep when you say it. So when you call it a night and find yourself sleeping just minutes after, you dream of the same life with Babe in Philly.

[strawnarrries]

Lover - part two

After a couple hour nap, you’re shocked when Niall says that he wants you to stay and talk, but what did he want to talk about?

Your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the sun setting through the white curtains, lighting up the room with a yellow and orange tint. Your heard water running through the pipes in the house and you could feel your clothes sticking to your sweaty skin under the hot covers. Even though you were the only one in the room, mortification shook over your entire body when you remembered what had happened prior to your long nap. You were already embarrassed by your sudden outburst, but also because you figured Niall had told everybody what happened because they probably bombarded him with questions as he came down the stairs. You had just confessed your feelings to your best friend through sobs and you were pretty sure the entire friendship was over. 

The water was still flowing through the house, so you had assumed that everyone had gone home and Niall had been taking a shower or something. At first, you were planning on grabbing your things and leaving with no words, but you decided to be a big girl and at least let him know you were leaving. You got out of bed and took a look in the mirror to fix yourself up a little bit. Your hair was a bit tangly, eyes still bloodshot from earlier tears, mascara smudged under your eyes, both cheeks puffy and blushed,  and there were indentions on the left side of your face from the position you were laying in, acknowledging that you had a good nap.

Walking out of the room, you followed the sound of the water and it lead you to his bedroom. Your theory was confirmed when you heard the pellets of water droplets hit the shower floor and echo throughout the bathroom that was connected to his room. As you walked in, the sight you did not expect to see startled you. The door to his bathroom was wide open and you could see his bare cheeks as he reached past the shower door to check the temperature of the pelting down water. You let out a squeak from the initial reaction before covering your eyes with your hands and turning your entire body around. Not that you hadn't seen it before (the man showed his ass on live television before so as one of his best friends, of course, you've seen it), but just because you had invaded his privacy and he obviously wasn't expecting company right now. Fuck, can you do anything right today?

"Shit, Y/N, sorry!" he quickly grabbed the big, fluffy, white towel he had placed out earlier and wrapped it around his waist. 

"Mm, no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in. I just wanted t' tell you I'm leaving," you turned back around and peaked through your fingers to see him reach into the shower and turn off the water, "Oh no, ya don't have t-"

"No I wantcha t' stay. I can shower later," he hummed.

"Niall, 's okay, I was just leaving." 

"No stay, I wanna talk." 

"I-" you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to relive the entire situation and just wanting to go home and sleep the whole thing off, but he insisted that you stayed. 

"Please?" his beautiful blue eyes were big and begging and you couldn't say no to him, no matter how nervous you were.

"Okay," you whispered.

"Sit down," he ordered and you sat down on his bed, pressing your back against the headboard before he rushed into his walk-in closet saying, "lemme get dressed."

You could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest as you waited for him. Butterflies were violently fluttering around in your tummy and your palms began to get sweaty as those words left his lips. Why did he want you to stay and why did he want to talk to you? What would he possibly want to say to you? How he doesn't like you? How he doesn't think this friendship could keep going because it would be too awkward? Fuck, you didn't want to know. 

It didn't take long for him to hang up the towel and slip on a pair of grey sweatpants before meeting you on the king-sized bed. There were a couple of seconds where neither of you spoke any words, both of you waiting for the other one to start the conversation, but finally, Niall spoke up and hummed, "Soooo, ya love me."

Playfully slapping him on the arm, you giggled, partly because of how he said it, the other part out of embarrassment, "Niall, stop."

After chuckling back, he began with, "No, 'm serious. At first I was shocked 'cause I had no idea ya had feelin's and being completely honest wit' ya, I got scared and overwhelmed 'cause I didn't know if I had any back just 'cause we've been friends fer so long and I never really thought of ya as anythin' more then that. But I got t' thinkin' and I might be havin' second thoughts, I dunno."

You really didn't know what to say because you were completely shocked. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You didn't expect the talk to turn out like this. You expected him to let you down easy and tell you that he didn't like you in that way, but you were completely wrong. 

"I talked t' Mully about it afterwards, hope ya don't mind. I also told Gerry,  'cause he was freakin' the fuck out 'cause he thought he hurt yer feelin's, I just told him it was about me and not him, no details don't worry, but I talked t' Mully 'cause he's always someone I can go to and he'll never tell anyone what I say t' 'em, so I asked him fer advice and he was all about how I was oblivious t' me own feelin's and shit and talked about how he couldn't believe that I didn't actually have feelin's fer ya 'cause I'm apparently all over ya."

You couldn't help the small chuckle that left your lips at his words. You had loved him for so long. You met the friend group through Laura and Natalia in 2015 and instantly hit it off with everyone. They began inviting you to everything and happily brought you into the group. Niall was one of the guys in the group that you got closest with. You didn't realize you started to have feelings for him until a year after you had met him, but the closer you got to him, the stronger your feelings got. So, right now felt like you were dreaming. 

"Dunno, where 'm really goin' with this, but I guess 'm sayin' 'm down t' try things out, see where they go. If you want to, of course." 

A smile began to grow widely on your pink lips as you nodded your head. Niall smiled back and looked down at his fingers, picking at the skin around his nails nervously. Neither of you knew what to say next and the awkward silence caused both of you to giggle. 

"I don't wanna move to fast though, still kinda overwhelmed at da whole situation 'cause I never saw it comin', but I do wanna go on a couple first dates, ya know?"

"Yeah, I agree." you grinned, feeling your cheeks blush a light shade of pink as you forced out your next couple words, "I really didn't mean t' cause such a big scene earlier and I definitely didn't ever plan on telling you all those things 'cause the whole situation itself is embarrassing and I kinda just hit my limit, 'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, somethin' good came out of it. A potential relationship, yeah?" 

You giggled and hummed out, "Yeah, but I just feel like I ruined the cookout with my dramatic ass." 

His laugh filled the room and warmed your heart, "Oh stop, no ya didn't. If anythin' people were just mad at Gerry fer sayin' what he did. It was pretty fuckin' funny watchin' all the girls yell at 'em. Plus 's just our friends, nothin' t' be embarrassed about." 

"Wish I would've seen that," you giggled and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and he giggled. There were a couple more seconds of silence before you spoke up again, "Um, I better get goin'. I gotta let Toby out."

"Okay, I'll call ya later den and we can plan a date," he smiled and your heart fluttered. 

He sweetly walked you out to your car and you said your goodbyes before beginning your journey home. The moment you were out of his sight, you squealed with excitement. The love of your life just admitted that he was willing to date you and you couldn't believe it. The next day, you didn't turn your phone off, waiting for the phone to ring and his face to pop up on your screen...