#thought this was harry for a sec.... everywhere i look i see him

[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday Squid!

@gaydragonwizards As per your request to actually see the moment that Beckett spooked Nines during the last-minute prep before the Nines/Arianna wedding (as per its mention in our old RP stuff) -- well, here's exactly that. XD Enjoy!

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And lo, here I stand, an observer to that most strange and bizarre of rituals conceived by either mortal or kindred-kind...the wedding.

Beckett lounged in his corner, watching the goings-on around him with the air of someone doing his best to stay invisible so he wasn’t asked to hold a centerpiece or tie ribbons to a chair or anything else of that nature. Not that there’s an abundance of frilliness, he noted. You can see Arianna’s touch everywhere, of course, but – well. It still feels like an Anarch wedding. Goodness, Damsel isn’t even wearing a dress! He smirked. Shame – I would have paid good money to see her stuffed into the traditional wretched bridesmaid gown. And even better money to be well outside the blast radius when she finally got out of it. I suppose Arianna and Nines decided it was easier to allow her to wear something more to her own tastes, rather than get an earful. He glanced around the room. Where is Arianna? I mean, obviously getting primped and prepped, but I can’t discern the location of said primping and prepping. I do want to say hello before everything kicks off...

“Hey, Nines! Shouldn’t you be getting into the monkey suit?”

“I will in a sec, I just gotta double-check these seating arrangements. Bianca said Isaac just showed up, and if he ends up anywhere near Strauss...”

“I’d be more concerned about VV – she’s probably going to be making kissy faces in Strauss’s general direction all night.”

“I know, I know, but – that’s just a cross we’re gonna have to bear.”

“Good thing crosses don’t actually work on us!”

“Yeah, yeah, har, har...”

Beckett chuckled. At least the groom is easy to locate, he thought, watching as Nines intercepted an Anarch to fix a centerpiece before repositioning some chairs. If you can keep up with him – insert joke about Brujahs and Celerity here. I suppose he’s doing rather well for himself under the circumstances. Funny that he hasn’t noticed my presence, though. I would have taken him for a bit more perceptive than that. A sly smile curled his lips. I wonder...

Beckett slowly stood up straight, easing himself along the wall so he stayed out of Nine’s immediate line of sight. Then, after a moment’s examination of the hustle and bustle, he started forward, carefully easing his way through the crowd toward his prey. Most of the other Kindred present paid him little mind, too caught up in their various tasks – though one Alice Liddell spotted him and raised an eyebrow. Beckett gave her a nod and a smile before continuing his journey toward the harried Baron (now checking his watch for unknown schedule-related reasons). Closer...closer...and – “I think there have been wars fought with less planning.”

Nines nearly jumped right out of his skin, which was quite gratifying. Even more gratifying was the fact that he didn’t immediately try to punch his lights out. “Beckett! Fucking hell,” he groaned, pressing a hand quite unnecessarily to his chest. “When the fuck did you learn how to move so quietly?”

“Given the amount of fuss that’s going on, an elephant could sneak through this room and no one would be the wiser,” Beckett responded, grinning. “I just thought I’d say hello, offer my congratulations.”

“And somehow give me a heart attack?” Nines replied, giving him a look before shaking his head. “The congrats are appreciated, though. I’m glad you were able to make it – Arianna wouldn’t have liked doing this without you.”

“And who am I not to indulge my adopted childe from time to time?” Beckett asked with a little smile. “Besides, this may be a night of great historical import, if both Anarchs and Camarilla are in attendance here. Or did I mishear when you said ‘Strauss?’”

“You didn’t, though I wish you had,” Nines groaned. “The fucking politics – Arianna can fill you in on more of the details, but the short version is we’re not in a position to tell the Tremere to fuck off, so he gets to watch me get married.” He shook his head. “You and your recorder are gonna have a fun night.”

“You accuse me of wanting to record your wedding?” Beckett gasped, covering his mouth theatrically.

“No, I’m stating a fucking fact and guessing the damn thing is already on.”

“It isn’t, actually – I don’t think we need a record of you yelling about seating arrangements,” Beckett admitted, looking at his pocket. “Later...we’ll see.”

“Yeah, well, just don’t make any snarky notes about our vows or anything.” Nines jerked his thumb toward a door. “Arianna’s that way if you wanna say hello – I gotta go get dressed myself, before Alice physically drags me into the room,” he added, glancing over Beckett’s shoulder.

“I leave you to Miss Liddell’s tender mercies,” Beckett said, moving in the direction Nines had pointed. “However many she has.”

“Asshole. Remember to compliment Arianna’s dress!”

“Noted!” Beckett chuckled as he made for the door. “This will indeed be a night to remember...”

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[evolmaze]

bts hyung line find/hear your confession

summary - hyung line finds or hears your confession

pairing - jin x reader, young x reader, hoseok x reader, namjoon x reader

genre - fluff, angst, comfort

word count - 3.1k words

warnings - some angst, otherwise pretty harmless!

a/n: parts for the maknae line will be out soon!

masterlist

JIN

You had spent weeks racking your brain for some sort of answer, for an explanation why you suddenly thought your friend and neighbor from down the hall was the only person for you. It had happened so quickly, you didn’t even realize. One night you’re watching a movie together, something you’ve done at least once a month, and the next thing you know your heart is racing at the idea of him being in the same room as you. You had no idea why you started to feel this way, but the instant you realized, you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly watching him, thinking of him, wondering what in the world you were gonna do.

You were currently on the phone with your best friend, complaining to her for the hundredth time about how rude it was that Jin thought it was perfectly normal to walk around the laundry room shirtless, “I mean come on f/n, he’s so hot it should be illegal. The man has the body of a god, and I as an innocent bystander should at least be given a warning before walking into it!”

“What do you mean ‘walked into it’?” she asked, amusement in her voice, and you groaned.

“I was doing laundry the other day, and I ran right into him as he was leaving the room, I dropped my clothes everywhere, and he totally saw my underwear and bras, but that’s not the point, the point is that he was shirtless, he was laughing at his clumsiness, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.”

It was at that moment that Jin had walked up to your door, preparing to ask you to borrow your hammer, when he heard your voice faintly through the wall.

“F/n, I don’t know what to do, I’ve literally never felt this way about someone before, and it’s not like I can even say anything, we barely know each other--yes I know we’ve hung out before, but everything feels different now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll probably pass out the next time I see him, and if he’s not wearing a shirt again, oh my fucking god, plan my funeral please.”

Jin laughed quietly, deciding he could ask for the hammer later, he had other plans to attend to, like making sure to ask you about this supposed incident the next time he was in the laundry room; shirt conveniently off for your viewing pleasure.

YOONGI

“Hey I have a question,” Yoongi mused, turning down the radio. You and Yoongi were on your way to a cabin up north, planning to meet some friends there for a fun weekend getaway. You’d been on the road for almost two hours now, and he had decided that it was time to break the silence that had settled between the two of you.

“Yeah what’s up?” you asked, closing your book, and setting it in your bag. You waited as he beat his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.

“Who’s Voldemort?” you froze in your seat, and turned to him slowly, gauging his expression. How the hell did he know about that?

“Why do you ask?” you said slowly, thankful for your sunglasses that hid your panicked expression.

“When you asked me to grab your bag from your room, there was an envelope addressed to ‘Voldemort’sitting on it. Do you have a pen pal or something?”

No, no you did not have a pen pal. Stupidly, you had written your feelings to Yoongi out on paper, an ode to all the boys i’ve loved before. You  planned to store it away forever, never to be read again, in hopes of riding this stupid crush from your heart. All you wanted was peace, and the ability to hang with him without the looming cloud of love stalling over your head, but you must have forgotten to put it away before you left.

“Uh, no, no it’s not that,” you muttered, trying you best to sound nonchalant. “Just a letter I was writing to someone, probably won’t send it though.”

“Their name isn’t actually Voldemort, is it?”

You laughed, “No it’s not. It’s a pseudonym, my friends and I used it all the time to talk about boys we liked in middle school.”

Yoongi sat in silence for a second, and you hoped that that was the end of the conversation. “Do you like this Voldemort?”

You paled, and cleared your throat. “Uh, I don’t know, it’s complicated. I’m trying to get over them, so it’s probably best to not talk about it.”

Yoongi nodded, and didn’t say much for a while, and you assumed that was the end of it, thank god. The drive went on in silence, and you calmed down a bit, mentally cheering for evading a disastrous situation. You even talked with Yoongi about other topics like the weekends upcoming events, and how excited you were to try this new soju flavor. It was nice, peaceful, and definitely less stressful then the previous conversation. That was until you both started talking about college and first impressions. You had been explaining your thoughts on your other friends Namjoon and Lia when he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Didn’t you and Lia have nicknames for everyone?”

“Yeah, we made up nicknames for everyone based on Harry Potter characters...” you said, trailing off on the end as you connected the dots.

“Yeah!” Yoongi exclaimed, oblivious. “Like yours was Ginny, Joon’s was Lupin, mine was..” he paused, looking over at you suspiciously. “Mine was Voldemordt, right?”

You shook your head, “Noooo, yours was something else I think.”

“Hmm, no I’m pretty sure it was Voldemordt,” he said. “Cause you and Lia always joked about how I was pale just like him,” You didn’t say anything in response, instead finding the dirt under your nails way more interesting.

“Y/n...” he called, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn’t look at him, too embarrassed to talk about it. “Hey, it’s fine, seriously.”

“Ah, can we please not talk about it,” you whined, putting your head in your hands. This was so awkward. You had written a middle school crush letter to the man sitting right next to you, and you still had to spend the whole weekend and ride back with him, great.

“Okay,” he said simply, tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel again. “I guess I’ll just have to wait to read it.”

“Oh no way, you’re not reading it!” you yelled, facing him as adrenaline raced through your veins. “I’m burning it the second we get back.”

“But why? I wanna hear all the nice things you said about me, you never compliment me in person.”

“Shut up,” you said, a blush blossoming on your cheeks. He laughed, lightly swatting your knee.

“So mean,” he teased. He lifted his hand to pull your hand from your face. You looked up, surprised by his action. He was never one for skinship, especially with you. “You know I’m joking, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no, I do, no worries, it’s fine”

“Good,” he said simply, bringing his hand back down the arm rest, except he hadn’t let go of your hand, so yours followed suit, held in his grasp. You stared intently at your intertwined hands, and then looked at him, confused. He was staring straight ahead, but you could see the smile forming on his face, and the red hue on his cheeks as well. Looks like you weren’t the only one with a secret.

HOSEOK

Hey y/n! Do you have a copy of the notes from last class that I can borrow?

You smiled at your phone, Hoseok had definitely slept through class again this week, and as always, you were more than willing to share notes, any excuse to talk to him, right?

Yeah for sure! Give me one sec and I’ll send you a link to my notes

You had always preferred to take notes on your computer, you could type way faster than you could write, so in fast-paced lectures it just made sense. You found the document within a folder the two of you shared information. With Hoseok consistently sleeping through one class every other week, and you having such detailed notes, it made much more sense to just put all your notes in a folder he could access. You found the latest document with your notes, and quickly shared it with him.

Just sent it now, it’s in the folder with all the other ones in case you need them too! Let me know if you have any questions!

Sounds great, thank youuuuu!!!

You grinned at his response before going back to your studying. He usually had questions, so you were a little surprised when he never texted you back. You figured maybe he understood it better than you, and made a mental note to ask him some questions next time you saw him. You went about the rest of your day, finishing up your homework, getting your laundry washed and put away, and four hours later, still no word from Hoseok.

“So weird,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys. You had talked about meeting him for dinner tonight, so you wondered if he was still up for it.

Hey are you still up for dinner tonight? Hope studying is going well!

After 10 minutes, and no response, you grew worried and annoyed, so you decided to just walk over to his place yourself. The walk was short, you jammed the whole way, wondering what you’d get tonight, and hoping that your professor would put out grades soon. Walking into the dorm, you passed a number of doors before standing outside Hoseok’s.

You knocked three times, and waited patiently for him to answer. The door creaked open slowly, and you watched as his head appeared in the crack. He stared at you and said nothing.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, hey. I texted, but you didn’t answer, are you still down for dinner tonight?” He said nothing still, and you sighed. “It’s fine if you’re busy, I can go. Text me next time you’re free to hang.” You didn’t mean to sound annoyed, but you were hurt, confused why he was acting this way all of the sudden, especially with no explanation. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel and walked down the hallway. You made it about three steps before he called out your name.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry.” turning around, confused, you saw him open the door. “Please come in.” He gave you a half smile, and you sighed, ignoring the smile that sat on your face as you entered his dorm. It was dark, his blinds were drawn, and it looked like a hurricane had come through here, which was odd since he was usually so clean.

“Hey what happened here? Everything okay?” you asked, worried, when you turned to face him he was standing by his desk, computer in hand.

“I--I, um, need you to read this,” he said, handing you his computer. You raised an eyebrow, and turned the computer around. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the otherwise dark room, your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was about a week ago when you wrote a letter to Hoseok. It was 2 in the morning, you were so tired, but you couldn’t sleep, the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind were too much to handle, so you wrote them all down. Wrote down everything you wanted to say, and closed your computer, never intending to read it again. What you had failed to notice that night was that you created the document inside a folder, the very folder you shared with the man in front of you. You had carelessly titled the document to hoseok so it’s no surprise that he clicked on it, he probably thought it was a funny message to him, but instead he got a look right inside your heart.

You looked up to see him already watching you closely. He looked pained, confused, and most of all angry. “Why would you say those things?”

“I, I, uh--” you paused, you knew at the time it was wrong to write them. He had a girlfriend, they’ve been together for almost a year, and they were so happy together, and you had no problem with that. You loved Julia, and had even introduced the two, but you also couldn’t help how you felt, you had no intention of him ever reading this, you felt awful. “I swear, I didn't realize this was in here, Hoseok I’m so sorry.”

“But you wrote it, and put it in this folder, you must have known I would have seen it at some point.” he protested, coming closer to you.

“I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose, I opened it in the wrong folder, I, oh my god, Hoseok I swear to god I never wanted you to read that.” you said, tears filling your eyes. You had jeopardized everything with your carelessness. He took the computer from your hands and set it on the desk. You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he sat next to you on his bed.

“I believe you,” he said quietly, and you nodded. “I’m sorry there’s not more I can say.”

You shook your head, “Why are you apologizing, it’s not your fault. I was the one who put it in the wrong folder. At least the worst part is over though,” you laughed weakly at the statement, the worst was far from over, but at least you could stop staying up at night wondering what he thought about you. “I’m sorry that you’re in such a weird position, I promise that I’m working on it, I’ve been trying to get over it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for what you feel, y/n.” he said, standing up in front of you. “This is nobody’s fault, let’s go get dinner and talk it out, yeah?”

You smiled at his attempt to smooth things over, you agreed, but a part of you wondered as you walked out the door how long it would last before you grew distant and never spoke again. For now, you’d cherish these last few memories with him, and always remember the times before it.

NAMJOON

“Just say it,”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“Cause I already told you no!” you sighed in annoyance, flipping through another page in the magazine you were currently reading, or trying to read at least, until Namjoon showed up and rudely interrupted you.

“Come on, y’n, I need to practice!” you laughed at him, practice? What in the world was he thinking?

“You’re not seriously saying you want to practice this,” you said, setting down the magazine and facing him. He looked at you, and you realized he was serious. “Ugh, fine.”

He grinned, happy that he had finally convinced you to help him out. All of this started about a week ago when Namjoon caught wind that a girl in his bio class had a crush on him, the man absolutely lost it, so flustered and confused, he didn’t know what to do. You felt like you were watching a cheesy romantic comedy with the way he came to you, pacing back and forth in your living room. He was totally clueless, had no idea what to do, and came to you for help. You had been around the block a time or two when it came to dealing with situations like this, so it was no surprise that he wanted your expertise on how to politely reject someone.

It wasn’t that the girl in Namjoon’s bio class was awful or anything like that, it was the fact that Namjoon barely had time to live his own life, let alone make room for someone else. You were lucky if you spoke to him once a week, you practically had a heart attack when he showed up today. He explained to you the rumor he had heard, and how he had also heard that she was going to confess after their next class together. All of that combined was enough to stress the man into oblivion, so he desperately asked for your help.

“y/n thank you so much, I just don’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?”

“You’re literally the nicest person I know, there’s no way she would leave feeling anything but mildly sad, knowing you, you'd probably offer to pay for her bus fare home.” The look on his face had you laughing as it looked as though he was seriously considering it. “I’m kidding, Joon. Don’t do that.”

“What?” he said, “I definitely wasn’t gonna do that.”

You smirked at his obvious lie, “Whatever, let’s get this over with.” Taking a breath, you tried to get into character: a biology girl who likes Namjoon. “Hey Namjoon,” you said, trying to sound flirty and leaned casually on the side of the couch.

“Hey, y/n-”

“Don’t use my name,” you laughed, “use her name.”

“Oh okay,” he said, and he took a breath before looking into your eyes, “Hey, Emily. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about,” you said, getting up from the couch, and walking over to where he stood by the kitchen island.

“Oh what’s that?” he asked, moving away from you just a bit. Your act must have been spot on, you smirked.

“I have feelings for you, Joon.” you said, trying to sound nervous and excited, however the hell someone sounded when they admitted their feelings. You were never one to discuss such personal topics, probably the reason why you were single at 23, but whatever, you liked it that way. Poor Namjoon looked terrified, and you’d take being single over being the cause of a situation like this any day.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I-oh, I’m sorry, y/n--Emily, I’m way too busy for a relationship right now, I’m sorry.”

You grinned at his attempt, it was weak, but you’d work on it. By the end of the night, he’d be confident and sound sure of his feelings, you could feel it. 

“Okay,” you said, patting his shoulder. “That was good, but next time sound more sure of yourself, your reasons are perfectly valid, and if she’s as nice as you say she is, I’m sure she’ll understand. Again.”

[berrynarrybanana]

sounds just like a song - ws pt. 3

A/N: This is a rewrite...I did not edit...and I just...might have added a few things that some people will hate me for. I love you all though :) 

Warnings: Mentions of ex girlfriends, mentions of bullying, self doubt, smut for sure, alcohol obvi, and...maybe other stuff? 

Word count: 10K

Watermelon Sugar masterlist

July 14, 2018 Bea’s POV

“I find it kind of hysterical that we had to sneak off to a bathroom to say goodbye properly.” I let out a series of girlish giggles, dropping my head against the door as Harry continued to kiss down my neck. “Harry-”

“I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” His words were muffled by the skin of my neck. “Give me five more minutes.”

“Champagne makes you needy.” I gasped, lifting my hips up when he bit a little harder than the few times before, his tongue immediately swiping over the skin. “Fuck, that feels so nice.”

“I bet it does.” He hummed out, his chest vibrating under my palms as he tilted his head up to nip at my earlobe. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.” 

“Believe me, I can’t either.” I pressed my palms against his chest, slightly holding him back from my body. “But you have to get to soundcheck eventually, and I have plans with the girls.”

“I know.” He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “I just….fuck, I think I’d take you with me everywhere if I could.”

“I’d gladly follow if I didn’t have prior engagements.” I gave him a soft smile, brushing my thumb over the collar of his shirt. “We’ll only be apart for a few hours, that’s not so bad.”

“It can be when we know our time is limited together.” He nibbled on his lower lip. “We only have until Tuesday-”

“Which means we still have three days.” I reminded him. “Besides, I’ve spoken to Claire about Saturday, and I think I might be able to sneak away.”

“Yeah?” His brows lifted, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Well, I guess it’s a date then.”

“I guess so.” I chuckled. “Now, give me one more good kiss before I go.”

Harry smirked, his dimple flashing as he leaned forward like a shark chasing after it’s prey. 

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Harry’s POV 

I pressed the key to my Tesla into Bea’s palm as I kissed her forehead. 

“Don’t argue with me.” I whispered, glancing down at her as she squinted up at me. Her empty hand rose to her forehead, shielding her sensitive, blue eyes from the california sun . “Just take my car so you don’t have to uber around, and we can drive it home tonight from the venue.”

“But Harry.” She sighed, licking over her bottom lip as she looked back at my car. “That thing costs more than...well, everything I own.”

“Shut up.” I snorted, rolling my eyes at her before I stole another kiss. “Take it, okay? It’s just a car, and it literally can drive itself. If you have any questions about it, just shoot me a text and I’ll respond.”

“This is unnecessary, but I really appreciate the gesture.” She smiled. “Thank you for not leaving us stranded.”

“I would never.” I pressed one more kiss to her lips, my fingers squeezing her sides. “Alright, go have fun with your friends. Send me a few pictures while you’re out, yeah?”

“I will.” She took a step back, watching me with an almost sad smile. “I’ll see you in a few hours, darling.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours.” I repeated back to her. “Be safe, and have fun.”

“You too.” 

I turned on my heel, checking both ways before I jogged across the street to the car Gemma and Michael drove to brunch. I slipped into the passenger side, shutting the door with a quick huff as I reached for my seatbelt. I looked across the street as Bea turned to Claire, her arms crossing over her abdomen as the wind blew her long cardigan around her body. 

“She’s a wonderful girl.” Gemma gave me a smile, her eyes practically sparkling. “Mum thinks so too.”

“You’ve told Mum about her?” I asked her, pushing my sunglasses up with raised brows as Gem smiled wider. “Gemma, tell me-”

“I didn’t tell Mum, The Daily Mail did.” Gemma rolled her eyes, putting the car in drive before she pulled out of her parking spot. “The bloody paps have already sold pictures of us at brunch to the rags, and I guess a few fans got some snapshots of you and Beatrice entering and leaving the bathroom.”

“Grand.” I huffed, slumping in my seat. “I didn’t want that for her.”

“Harry, she’s a smart girl.” Gemma said. “She knows what she’s getting into with you. She might not know the extent of what she’s getting into, but she knows enough about it.”

“I just don’t want them to chase her off.” I mumbled, pulling my phone out of my pockets, pressing my finger to the home button. “She’s got such a good heart, Gemma. She doesn’t deserve to have her name raked through the mud because of some asshole like me.”

“She doesn’t think you’re an asshole, and I guarantee if I asked her right now, she would say that you're worth it.” Gemma glanced at me with furrowed brows. “Don’t be bothered by it, Harry. Beatrice seems like a strong girl, and she’s got a decent sized support group to look after her.”

I sighed, biting my lower lip before I nodded. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I whispered. “I just can’t help but worry about her.”

“I think that’s natural.” Gemma hummed out. “But I do have to say, this is the first time you’ve ever been worried about your bird and not yourself when it comes to being in the papers. You aren’t even a little bit annoyed that they plastered your face on the front page.”

“I couldn’t care less about myself right now.” I cleared my throat. “She’s not used to this, I am.”

“Well, maybe you should just have a talk about it.” Gemma said. “And you should definitely call Mum before she decides to fly over here to meet Bea herself.”

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Bea’s POV 

“Do you think I can pull this off?” I held the maroon colored bodysuit up, twisting the hanger around as I looked at the lack of fabric. “I mean, it’s really cute, but I’m just-”

“Perfect in every way, shape, and form.” Tara pressed her hands to my shoulders, kissing my cheek as I rolled my eyes at her. “I think you would fucking kill in that thing, babe. It’s perfect for your body shape.”

“My body shape is blob, Tara.” I glanced back at her with a wild expression, shaking my head as she laughed. “What could I do for this thing?”

“You have a fucking hourglass figure.” Jackson snorted out a laugh. “And you keep it locked up all the time, so let it out.”

“But I have a tummy.” I lowered the bodysuit, turning towards my friends. “Won’t that look a little unflattering if I just walk around with my stomach sticking out? And my arms-”

“Go put the damn thing on.” Tara carefully ushered me towards the dressing room, snagging a belt and a leather jacket along the way. “Try it, I think you’ll like it.”

I inhaled sharply, pushing the velvet curtain aside before I slid it shut again. I put the items down on the bench in front of the mirror, wiping my palms on my pants as I tried to soothe my nerves. It wasn’t like I was anxious about trying on clothes, I just hated the entire process. I had to undo my shoes, slide my pants off, put the bodysuit on, and then put my pants back on. After I finished all of that, I’d have to do it over again to get redressed. I started the process, balancing my hand against the wall as I stood on one foot. It took me a few minutes, but when I finally finished getting into the bodysuit, I looked at my jeans with a heavy frown. 

“Hey, Tara?” I moved the curtain aside, catching her attention. “Can you find me black jeans? I don’t think this shade of blue is gonna look good with the maroon.”

“Yeah, give me a sec.” She turned on her heel, strutting towards the jeans without a care in the world. 

I pulled the curtain back before I turned to face the mirror. 

The bodysuit had a bottom that was far more comfortable than any other bodysuit I’d worn. It was almost as if it had a pair of boyshorts at the bottom, the material stretchy and comfortable as I moved around. I especially enjoyed the zipper on the side that made it easy to slip on. I didn’t have to flail around like a fish out of water to pull it over my hips or to get it zipped up either. It was absolutely perfect, and the more that I looked at myself in it, the more I loved it. 

I twisted and turned, looking at myself from different angles as I waited for Tara to return with a pair of jeans for me. As I turned around, admiring my bum in the pair of cheeky boy shorts, an idea popped into my head. Harry did ask me to send him pictures throughout the day so that he would feel like he was with me. I rolled my lips in, holding back a giddy laugh as I thought of sending him a picture of me in just the bodysuit. It was quite a scandalous idea to me, though I knew there were people who’d sent pictures of far more intimate things to their boyfriends. 

I nibbled on the inside of my cheek as the wheels in my brain turned. On one hand, I knew that Harry would never say anything insulting to me about my picture. He would never point out a flaw, or offer a backhanded compliment. He would tell me that he loved it no matter what I sent, I knew that...but I was still nervous to show him my body in such a vulnerable state. 

I didn’t even know how to pose for those types of things, and surely someone else would need my dressing room before I finished figuring out the perfect post. I hesitated, my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. I finally grabbed my phone with a heavy exhale, trying my best to expel all of the negative energy from my body as I swiped over to my camera app. 

I held the phone up, tilting myself to the side before I looked at the screen of my phone. 

I groaned when I saw how I actually looked in the bodysuit. 

My legs were far too short, and my skin was far too pale. 

I looked like an old picture of me as a chubby child in a bathing suit, my stomach pushing out ever so slightly and the skin of my thighs dimpled. I rolled my eyes, pushing away the tight feeling in my chest as I lowered my phone down. It was no use even trying to take a picture of myself for Harry. The lighting of the dressing room wasn’t exactly helping me too much either. 

“If you want to take a picture, you weren’t doing it right.” Tara’s voice interrupted me, causing me to jump as I looked back at her. “You need to learn your angles, babe.”

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, pressing my hand to my chest. 

“I walked in when you started pouting at your phone.” She snorted out a laugh, tossing the jeans onto the bench. “Give me your phone.”

“I don’t think-”

“Listen to the master.” She glared at me, holding her finger in the air. “Do exactly as I say, and we’ll get the perfect set of naughty pics for your man.”

“Tara-” I felt my cheeks growing warm, my eyes growing wide as she swirled her finger around. 

“Turn around and drop it girl, Harry will literally have a heart attack.” Tara said. 

“I’ve never dropped it, and I never will.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not….I don’t like my ass, okay?”

“It is one of your best features, babe.” Tara looked at me over my phone, a soft look in her eyes as she sighed. “Do you feel insecure?”

“No, I just…” I shifted on my bare feet. “I’m just not as confident as I could be, that’s all. I’m working on it.”

“I truly think this will help.” Tara said softly. “We’ll save dropping it low for the wedding pictures, okay? For now, just… turn towards the mirror and stick your left over your right...that’s perfect Bea! Now just turn your head to the side, hold your hands in front of your stomach, and glance back at me like you’re modest.” 

“I am modest, you heathen.” I grumbled, following her instruction as she snapped a few pictures. “How did that look?” 

“Perfect.” She said. “Your hair did a lot of work, and we got the perfect shot of your ass without making it the focus.” 

“Oh my god, I don’t want to see it.” I groaned, turning towards her with a pout on my lips. “Can you see-”

“How positively exquisite you look in that bodysuit?” She asked. “Yes, you can. Now put the pants on and sit on the bench for me.”

I did as she said, sitting down on the edge before I crossed my legs. I extended them out, pressing my palms to the edge of the bench before I turned my head just like Tara asked me too. I wasn’t sure how she managed to avoid putting herself in the photo, but she did an excellent job of getting me in a raw, natural state with a smile on my face. 

When we were done playing around, I changed back into my old clothes before tossing the bodysuit, the belt, and the jeans over my arm. All three articles of clothing would be going home with me, and they would carry this memory with them forever. Tara handed me my phone back with a proud smirk, the device buzzing in my hand as I noticed a picture of Harry on the screen. 

“You sent them already?” I asked her. “Fuck, I’m not prepared.” 

“Go take the phone call.” She said. “Give me your shit, I’ll get you checked out.” 

I handed her my purse and the clothing before I answered the phone, holding it to my ear. 

“Hi.” I said softly. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” Harry whined out, his voice strained. “When I said send pictures, I meant ones with you doing innocent things. Now I have to wait for hours to touch you again, and all I can think about is you in that changing room.”

“I thought it might be a nice preview of things to come.” I bit my bottom lip as I crossed my free arm over my stomach. “I hope that you liked them.”

“I fucking loved them.” He said. “I plan on having them framed.”

“No you don’t.” I rolled my eyes. “No one wants to see those hung up in a gallery anywhere.”

“That’s not a bad idea…” He hummed out. “I wonder if the Guggenheim will take them?”

“Stop being so cheeky.” I tossed my head back, laughing loudly. “I allow you to put one in your wallet, so that you shall have to squint to see any flaws.” 

“That just won’t do.” He tutted softly. “I’m putting them in my house, in large frames! I might even commission an artist to paint you like a little renaissance princess...but you’d have to send me one without the lacy thing for that.” 

“In your dreams.” I mumbled, snorting out a soft laugh. “Have you done rehearsals yet?”

“Just about to go on stage and test it all out.” He said. “I was at the mic stand when I got those pictures by the way. I might have had to wobble off stage to take care of some things before I called you up.”

“Did you jack off to those?” I asked him bluntly. “Holy fuck, there’s no way-”

“Um, yeah, I did.” He said plainly. “My girlfriend sends me pictures of herself in lingerie, giving me bedroom eyes, and you expect me not to get hard? You’re insane.”

“You are insane.” I chuckled. “I’m happy to give a little inspiration to you in such desperate times, darling.”

“You sound so smug right now, honey.” His voice was soft, but there was a teasing edge to the tone of his voice that sent shivers down my spine. “Just you wait until I get on that stage tonight. I’ll have you dripping down your legs the second I walk out, and you know it.”

“Fuck.” I all but wheezed the word out. “Maybe I should cut my shopping trip short?”

“Now, now.” He taunted. “I don’t think your friends would like that very much, honey.”

“Alright, I’ve learned my lesson.” I cleared my throat. “Don’t tease if I don’t want to be teased back.”

“My clever girl.” he laughed. “Thank you for the pictures, honey. I think you looked positively stunning, and I really love them a lot.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled, looking down at my feet. “I’ll see you soon, darling.”

“See you soon, Beatrice.” He whispered. “Be good.”

“Same to you.” 

I hung up, taking a deep breath in attempts to hold in a squeal. 

I fucking loved having a boyfriend. 

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Harry’s POV 

I slammed my fist into Dave’s covered palm with a loud grunt, biting down harder on my mouth guard as I ducked to avoid his right hook. I didn’t need a bruise on my face during the last show of my world tour, even if everyone would love that. I jumped back up, swinging my arm around for a side hit as Dave grunted in front of me. I took a few steps back, exhaling heavily as I heard chatter around me. I turned my head, my eyes landing on Beatrice and Claire standing by the ring. Claire was busy talking to Gemma, but Beatrice had her eyes glued on me. Just as I lifted my hand to wave, I felt a hard hit land on my ribcage, causing me to fall to the ground. 

I heard Bea gasp as Dave laughed loudly. 

“You shouldn’t have let your guard down, mate.” He tapped my hip with his glove. “Number one rule.”

“You prick, I was admiring my girl.” I groaned, falling onto my back. “It’s not my fault she’s so bloody gorgeous.”

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” Bea’s laughter caught my attention, my head lolling to the side to see her standing at the side of the ring with one hand pressed over her lips.

“You think this is funny, huh?” I asked her, my words muffled around my guard. I turned my head to the opposite side, spitting it out before I looked back at her. “You wanna get in here and show me what you’ve got?”

“No thank you.” She laughed. “I’d rather stay down here and watch.” 

“I see.” I looked up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath before I sat up straight. I started removing my gloves, pulling at the velcro around my wrists with my teeth. “Come in here and give me a kiss at least?”

“If you insist.” Beatrice mumbled, pressing her hands onto the floor of the ring before she hoisted herself up with a small grunt. “This is too much physical exercise for me, Styles. I’ve already done one workout with you.”

“I’m just getting you prepared.” I smiled up at her as she stood over me. “I want you nice and prepped for our big workout tonight.” 

“You two are disgusting.” Gemma groaned, her face twisting up. “I don’t want to hear this.” 

“Bugger off then!” I laughed, tossing my hand about. “I ain’t gonna stop now, so here’s your warning.”

Beatrice dropped to her knees beside me, holding back laughter as she grabbed my arm. 

“I knew you boxed, but seeing it in person is extremely erotic.” She mumbled, pulling the velcro away from the glove before she pulled it from my hand. “You’ve already seduced me, you don’t have to keep trying.” 

“That goes both ways.” I let out a breathy chuckle, shaking my head at her. “What on earth possessed you to take those pictures in the changing room?”

“You.” She glanced up at me as she started to undo my wrap. “I was sitting there, looking at myself in that bodysuit...and you just popped into my head. I wasn’t gonna do it first, though. I couldn’t get a good picture by myself, so Tara helped out a little.” 

“Remind me to buy her a car or something as a thank you.” I teased, bumping my shoulder into her arm. “You do know that you’re beautiful, right? Like...not to be a proper dick, but you’re one of the fittest girls I’ve ever seen in my whole life, and that’s coming from my heart and not my trousers.”

“Harry.” She laughed, shaking her head as she moved to the other wrist, her eyes avoiding mine at all costs. “You don’t have to sing such high praises-”

“Apparently I do, because you don’t seem to get it.” I whispered, sliding my free hand to her side for a quick squeeze. “You. are. Beautiful.”

I watched her cheeks turn red, her hips shifting about as she pulled the other glove off. 

“I won’t stop saying it until you feel it.” I leaned closer, pressing my lips to her collarbone as she started working on the wrap. “I’ll say it a million times a day.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you see me that way, Harry.” She mumbled. “It’s just that I can’t believe it or see it myself, you know?”

I stopped, looking at her as she continued to work on my hand. 

When my wrap was fully removed, I lifted both of my palms to her face as I sat up on my knees in front of her. I brushed my thumbs over her cheeks, my brows pulling together as she swallowed harshly. I could see a light glaze over her eyes, almost as if she were going to cry. 

“Who made you feel like you’re not beautiful?” I asked her, watching her eyes cast down towards her knees. “Who hurt you?”

“No one.” She mumbled. “It’s not like I can sit and point fingers at every major company or magazine that put me down because of my weight or my body. I can’t individually list every person that’s ever called me names. I can’t sit and add it all up, because that makes it worse. So I just...let it go. You should too.”

I watched her look up at me with an unsure smile, and it nearly broke my heart. 

“You are perfect the way that you are.” I moved my forehead closer to hers. “Fuck them all, Beatrice. From the magazines, to the fashion industry, to the people around you that make you feel less than perfect for feeling comfortable in your own skin. I saw how much fun you were having when you took those photos, and I knew that you were feeling good about yourself...so why let those people drag you back down?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I guess that’s just how the female brain works. We take one step forward in progress and then we leap five steps back when we get a glimpse of peace.” 

“Well, we’re not taking steps back anymore.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing my eyes as I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. “I know it’s hard to love yourself, especially when the whole world is telling you not to, but we have each other now. We’re not alone in this.”

I watched her eyes narrow, her head tilting to the side as she stared at me. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Who hurt you?” She asked. “Harry, please tell me that you don’t...if anyone in this relationship is perfect, it’s-”

I pressed my lips to hers, sliding my palms to the side of her neck as she let out a surprised squeak. Seconds later, she melted into my kiss, her fingers gripping my shirt tightly as I brushed my tongue over her bottom lip. It took us seconds to find our way to the floor, her legs spreading just enough for me to slot my hips between them. I felt my hand slip down, cupping her breast over the thin, satin tank top that she put on. The soft pink color looked beautiful on her, and I was envious of the blouse as it clung to her body in such a flattering manner. 

“Don’t ever do that.” I pulled back, looking into her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. “I know that the world has me on some pedestal, but I’m just Harry. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m going to make mistakes just the same as you. I’m not any better than you, Beatrice, and I never want you to feel that way. We’re equals, and I will never let you put yourself down just to build me up.”

“Kiss me.” She gripped my shoulders, pulling me into her lips again. 

I felt the stirring in the lower pit of my stomach, a soft burn accompanied by the blood flowing straight to my cock. I groaned, sliding my tongue past her lips just so I could hear those beautiful noises she made in the heat of the moment. It was almost as if she couldn’t contain her feelings in her body, so they had to escape in soft hums. I felt her fingers gripping at my arms, desperate to pull me closer to her body as she shifted her hips against the mat. 

I pulled away, pressing my forehead to hers as my chest heaved. 

Kissing her made me more breathless than my workout. 

“You’re intoxicating.” I let out a breathless chuckle, sliding my palm from her breast to her neck. I brushed my thumb over her jaw, closing my eyes. “And you smell fucking amazing, what is that?”

“I spoiled myself with a new perfume today.” She chuckled, sliding her fingers over my forearm before wrapping them around my wrist. “It’s by Chloe.”

“It smells delightful.” I ducked my head down, brushing my nose over her skin. “Like roses.”

“I think it’s called Roses De Chloe, if I’m not mistaken.” She let out a shuddery breath when I kissed over the skin of her neck. “You’re dangerous, Harry Styles.”

“You have no idea.” I chuckled, lifting my head up. “C’mon, I need to shower before dinner.”

“And I need to be present?” She lifted her brows up as I settled on my knees. 

“I would prefer that you’re present.” I chuckled, reaching for my water bottle. “I want to hear about your day.”

“I suppose that’s fair.” She sighed, raising her upper half with her palms behind her on the mat. 

“And maybe, I can sneak in a couple more kisses before tonight.” I watched her drop her head back, laughing until a little snort slipped out. “Just when I think you can’t get any cuter, you do something like that.”

“Oh, yes, the snort is so cute.” She rolled her head forward, sending me a blank stare. “Let’s go, casanova, you do need a shower.”

“Rude.”

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Bea’s POV 

“I almost got a haircut today.” I scrolled on my phone, curling my feet under my legs as Harry continued to shower. “I mean, that’s not that interesting seeing as I didn’t, but I thought about it.”

“I think you would look cute with short hair.” Harry called over the spray of the shower. “I just don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have something to pull into a ponytail when you’re-”

“Don’t say it.” I glanced over my phone, watching him smile at me through the steamed glass of the shower. 

“C’mon, you know you’d miss that feeling.” He chuckled, sliding his abnormally large hands over his head as he tilted it back towards the spray of the shower. 

“I’ve only given you one blowjob, sir.” I tilted my chin up. “I don’t know that I would miss it.”

“Giving me blowjobs or having me pull your hair?” He asked. “We can test both of those theories out right now if you want.”

“Maybe later, darling.” I rolled my eyes, glancing back at my phone. “Are you excited for tonight?”

“I am.” He said. “I’m so thrilled to get this tour over with, honestly. I love every single moment of it, don’t get me wrong, but I need some time off.”

“You’ve been a busy boy.” I nodded. “You never really took a serious break between the band and your solo stuff, squid.”

“I didn’t want to.” He said casually. “I need to be working, Beatrice. I literally don’t think I could ever stop.”

“I know what you mean.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m not necessarily pulling the hours that you are, but I am a workaholic like you.”

“That’s not good.” He turned the shower off, talking through a soft chuckle as he pulled the door open. “If we’re both workaholics, who’s going to take time off to visit the other.”

“You.” I pointed at him with my phone, offering him a smile. “You’re the one on break, aren’t ya?”

“Touche.” He stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel on the hook next to the sink with furrowed brows. “Why are you on the floor?” 

“It’s comfier than sitting on the sink.” I shrugged, looking up at him. “You smell delectable.” 

“Thanks.” He leaned down, stealing a kiss. “Want a taste?”

I rolled my lips in, looking into his eyes as he toweled his hair off. 

“Yeah, actually.” I mumbled, dropping my phone to the floor on top of my shoes. “I might want a taste.”

Harry’s eyes snapped to mine as I rolled onto my knees, pressing my palms to his damp thighs. 

“Fuck.” He whispered. “I didn’t actually think… you don’t have to.” 

“I want to.” I dug my nails into his thighs, smirking when he hissed out. “Lean against the sink for me? I don’t want you to fall.”

“Okay.” He shuffled back a few steps, pressing his bum to the edge of the sink as I moved closer to him. 

Harry’s eyes were glued to me as I kissed over the small tattoos on his legs. 

They were mostly silly little words, but I found them adorable. 

I let my right hand move from the tiger tattoo on his thigh to the base of his cock, my fingertips trailing over a vein in his shaft. I watched his cock twitch, a small drop of precum bubbling from the red tip. I was curious to know more about Harry’s body, and the things that I could do to it. He was only the second guy that I had seen naked like this, but I was proud to say that he was my favorite. I liked his cock, and I loved how it reacted to the smallest of touches from me. 

“You have a very pretty cock.” I mumbled, glancing up at him as he gripped the edge of the sink with white knuckles. “It seems to like attention, huh?”

“Just yours.” He cleared his throat, shifting his hips around. “Please, angel.”

“Be patient.” I whispered, sliding my forefinger over his tip. “I’m admiring it.”

It was slowly growing harder with each second that I stared at it, my fingertips still lightly tracing over the shaft. Harry was breathing heavily above me, his chest heaving and his grip tight on the porcelain behind him. I loved watching his thighs and his tummy tense when I leaned closer, my breath brushing over the sensitive area ever so slightly. I had him wrapped already, and I couldn’t wait to test just how much willpower he had. 

Part of me wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair before pulling my mouth onto his cock. I wanted him to groan and growl out filthy words while I gasped for air. I wanted to be everything he wanted me to be while I was on my knees in front of him. I knew that he had a bit of a dominant streak in him, just like I had a submissive one in me, but we weren’t quite there yet. 

“What are you waiting for?” I glanced up at him. “I thought we were testing out if I’d miss having your hands in my hair while I sucked you off?”

“You are trouble.” He lifted a hand from the sink, cupping my chin gently. “I see it in your eyes, you know? I know what you want me to do, but I won’t do it unless you beg.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” I said sweetly. 

“Don’t play coy, angel.” He brushed his thumb over my lower lip as he mumbled, causing me to smirk up at him. “You want me to fuck your mouth, don’t you?”

��Sounds pleasant, I suppose.” I shrugged my shoulders

Harry’s lips curved into a smirk that reminded me of the cheshire cat. 

“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?” He tilted my chin up higher, watching my face as I tried to contain my smile. “Sweet Beatrice, you are treading on very thin ice.”

“Am I?” I asked softly. “I feel like I’m being such a good girl.”

“You know that you’re not.” 

I moan when I felt his thumb slip past my lips, brushing over my tongue before he pulled it right back out. I leaned forward, pulling it back into my mouth as Harry’s eyes turned from light to dark. I could see the intense look burning behind the soft Jade color of his irises. 

“You’re teasing me again.” He let out a shuddery sigh, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. “You’re going to be in so much trouble when I get you home.” 

I pulled back from his thumb with a pop, smiling up at him as his hand gripped the base of his cock. I watched him stroke over the shaft twice, holding back soft whimpers as he did. 

“Open your mouth.” He said it sternly, but I could see the hint of softness left in him. 

He wanted to make sure that I was okay. 

I stuck my tongue out, settling my palms on my thighs as I waited for him to finally give me what I wanted. He rested the head of his cock on my tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixed with a hint of his body wash. I closed my mouth around the head, lapping my tongue over the slit of his cock as he hissed. Seconds later, his right hand was digging into the roots of my hair. 

“Your fucking mouth, angel.” He dropped his head back, letting out a high pitched whine. “Feels so good wrapped around me, Beatrice.”

I hummed softly, moving as far as I could go on his shaft. 

He was thick, but not overly so, and the length of his cock was perfect for my mouth. 

I could hardly make it to the base of his cock, but I was happy with making it halfway at least. I pulled back, suckling harshly when I made it to the tip. Harry’s hips jutted forward in response, causing his cock to slip right back into my mouth. I moaned around him, closing my eyes as I dug my nails into his thighs. I moved my head slowly, trying to figure out the perfect pace. 

I hadn’t had much practice, but this was my third blowjob, so I liked to think I had the basics down. Harry seemed to think so too, his fingers pulling my roots tighter as he moved his hips gently in and out of my mouth. He was nowhere near my throat, and I was thankful for that. I wasn’t quite ready to test out that area of pleasure when it came to blowjobs. I didn’t know how I would handle having someone literally pushing into my throat just yet. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered. “Open your eyes, Beatrice.” 

I did as I was told, looking up at him. 

“Use your hands and…” He inhaled sharply when I suckled on the head of his cock again before moving my lips down. “Please just play with my-”

I knew what he was trying to ask, my fingers already finding their way to his balls. 

I brushed my thumb over the skin at first, testing out the waters before I started to really massage them between my fingers. Harry’s hips stuttered forward as he cursed loudly, dropping his head forward as I stared up at him. The second his glazed over eyes locked with mine, it was all over. He lowered his left hand to my head, sliding his fingers through the roots as he held himself in my mouth, his cum coating the center of my tongue as he cried out. 

When he was done, he pulled himself out, and I swallowed with a scrunched up nose. 

“You didn’t have to swallow.” He chuckled, reaching down to brush his thumb under my lips. “I would have moved for you.”

“It’s okay.” I shrugged. “I didn’t mind it.” 

“Your face said otherwise.” He laughed a little harder. “Thank you, honey, that was really nice.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up towards him. “Help me up, my knees are sore.”

“Sorry.” he grabbed my hands, pulling me up to my feet. “Give me a kiss.”

“You want to kiss me?” I asked him, pulling my head back as he leaned forward. “Don’t you want me to like, brush my teeth first?”

“No.” His brows furrowed. “I want your lips.”

“But...I thought guys didn’t like…” I paused, tilting my head. “Nevermind.” 

“No, finish that sentence.” he said. “You thought guys didn’t like what?” 

“Kissing someone after they’ve...you know?” I felt my cheeks heat up as Harry stared back at me. 

 “Is that what the guy before me said? The guy that you tried this out on a while ago?” He asked softly, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand in soft circles. 

“Yeah.” I mumbled. “He also kind of didn’t give me a choice on the whole spit or swallow thing.”

“He sounds like a fucking prick.” Harry’s jaw tensed as he inhaled sharply, shaking his head with a stern expression. “Don’t ever let a man treat you like that again, do you hear me? I don’t ever want you to do something because you think I’ll like it. We both have to enjoy it if this is going to work.”

“I wanted that with you.” I brushed my palms over his pecs, sliding them up to his neck. “I just...I didn’t know.”

“Well, you do now.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose against mine. “I’m a lucky bastard for being able to have your mouth like that, the least I can do is kiss you after and call you a good girl.”

“Don’t call me a good girl.” I closed my eyes, pressing my thighs together. 

“S’that turn you on?” He laughed, sliding his hands to my lower back. “But you were so good for me, angel. After you were a total brat, of course.”

“That’s my favorite part.” I opened my eyes, offering him a smile. “I like being a brat.”

Harry let out a soft sigh, his lips pressed together as he tried not to smile. 

“We’re going to have so much fun.” He whispered, leaning closer to my lips with his own. “I’m going to wreck you.” 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I snorted out a laugh, but Harry cut it off with a kiss. “You really are the type to kiss someone in the middle of-”

His lips pressed into mine again, and I melted. 

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Harry’s POV

Beatrice and Claire were a force to be reckoned with. 

Three tequila shots and a watermelon margarita later, and they were both ready to party. I watched Bea toss the tequila shots back like water, reaching for the lime as her nose scrunched up ever so slightly. I tried to hide the proud smile I was wearing, but it was hard to do that when my girlfriend was crushing my favorite liquor like it was water. Gemma wasn’t quiet about catching my smile either, her elbow digging into my side. 

“You’re in love.” She sang out. “Look at her, like another version of you.”

“In my younger days.” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “I can’t party like that anymore.”

“Yes you can.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “You’re dramatic.”

“Eh, just a little.” I smiled over at her. “Have you two been getting along?”

“We’ve talked some, yeah.” Gemma nodded, digging her spoon into a mountain of mashed potatoes. “She reminds me a lot of you in certain ways, but there’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on.”

“Something that you don’t like or?” I waited for her response as she let out a soft noise of uncertainty. “What?”

“I just think that she’s one of those people that puts her own needs aside to please everyone else, you know?” Gemma sighed. “It's not a bad thing, but it can be harmful.”

“I’ve noticed that too.” I scratched at my jaw. “But it doesn’t make me want her any less.”

“Oh, I know.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “When you fixate on someone, you’re like a fucking dog with their new favorite toy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I bumped her shoulder with my own. “I get it, you think I’ll forget about my favorite sister.”

“You did when you were with Hannah...and Madison...and Samantha-”

“Got it.” I said sharply, glaring at her. “Gemma, I know that I’ve been a proper dick about relationships in the past, but I just...I want someone to love. Is that such a bad thing?”

“It is when you put everyone else aside and focus on someone toxic.” She was such a smart ass sometimes, and I hated it. “But I don’t think Bea is toxic. I just think she’s a little innocent.”

I snorted, but I quickly wiped my hand over my mouth. 

“You’re disgusting.” Gemma narrowed her eyes at me. “I meant in worldly matters, not in the bedroom.”

“She’s pretty innocent in the bedroom too.” Claire’s voice made me jump, my hand pressing to my chest as Gemma turned her head back. “She’s still a virgin...right, Harry?”

“Oh my god.” I felt my face heat up as Claire plopped into the seat beside Gemma. “Can I see your spoon, Gem? I would like to scoop my eyes out now.”

“So many things that I didn’t need to know.” Gemma mumbled, glancing at Claire. “You’re insane, I like that.”

“Good.” Claire smiled at Gemma, reaching over to steal a green bean off of her plate. “I think you’re pretty fucking awesome too.”

Gemma laughed, shaking her head at Claire as she reached for a water bottle. 

“In all honesty, she is pretty innocent, but she’s also pretty smart.” Claire said. “Even though she’s most definitely losing it with Sarah over there.”

I turned my head around, watching Sarah and Beatrice lean into each other as they both laughed. I raised my brows, looking back at Claire who just shrugged her shoulders. 

“They both had an emo phase, and to them, that’s hysterical.” Claire sipped at her water. “I didn’t know Mitch’s birthday was yesterday, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “We did a pre-party for him, it was fun.”

“I feel bad for stealing his birthday thunder.” Claire pouted her bottom lip out. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have soaked up being in the spotlight light last night.”

“I’m sure Mitch enjoyed it.” Gemma said. “He’s not one for being the center of attention.”

“Very odd, isn’t it.” Claire hummed. “For both of us to be cancers, but to be so different.” 

“Natal chart.” Gemma pointed her spoon towards Claire. “It makes a world of difference.” 

“On that note, I’m leaving.” I stood up from my chair, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Gemma’s head before I nodded at Claire. “I’m keeping my eyes on you two tonight, you seem dangerous.”

“Wait until she starts trying to take her clothes off.” Claire moved her eyebrows, biting her tongue between her teeth. 

“Oh fuck me.” I groaned, dropping my head back before I walked around the long table, heading in the direction of Sarah and Bea. 

“You two look like you’re having a good laugh.” I looked between them with raised brows. 

“Sarah showed me a picture of her hair in highschool.” Bea pressed her palm over her mouth, her eyes watering as Sarah laughed harder next to her. 

“Oh my goodness.” I chuckled, sitting down next to them. “I haven’t seen that, let me see.”

“No, for Bea’s eyes only.” Sarah wheezed, snatching her phone against her chest. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“You’re stealing my friends.” I glanced back at Beatrice as she silently laughed, hunching over as I let out a breathy laugh through my nose. “Is this the tequila, or do I need to get you an inhaler, honey?” 

“I’m fine.” She waved her hand about, taking a deep breath before she wiped under her eyes to collect the fallen tears. “I just haven’t laughed like that in a while.”

“I’m glad my hair was amusing.” Sarah giggled, patting Beatrice’s thigh. “I’ve got to go find my boyfriend, I haven’t shown him this picture yet.” 

“So everyone gets to see it but me?” I watched Sarah nod as she stood up. “Rude, Sarah Jones.” 

“I love you, Harry Styles.” She dropped her hand to my head, ruffling my hair. “But, no.”

Beatrice let out another round of giggles at that, and I turned my eyes towards her. 

“I’ll get you for this later.” I reached over, tickling her side before she squeaked out. “You seriously can’t get any cuter.”

“Stop.” She groaned, swatting my hand away as she pouted. “I’m ticklish.”

“Good.” I chuckled. “I’ve been away far too long, where is my kiss?” 

“Needy man.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine. “I’m excited for the show to start, I can’t wait to see you dancing around like a fool on stage. What was it that you said earlier? You were going to have me dripping down my legs?”

I inhaled sharply as she tilted her head, kissing the soft spot below my ear. 

“Claire warned me that tequila made you horny.” I brushed my palm up her thigh. “Easy there, honey.”

“Oops.” She pulled back, her cheeks practically glowing red. “I forgot about the other people in the room.”

“S’alright.” I lifted my hand, brushing my thumb over her chin. “Just don’t want to get worked up before I have to sit in the hair and makeup chair.”

“Oh, makeup!” She exclaimed. “I still have to get ready.” 

“You can get ready with me.” I said. “We’ll sit side by side.”

“How cute.” She pouted again, tilting her head to the side like she’d just seen a cute puppy dog walking down the street. “You’re sweet.”

“And you’re tipsy.” I laughed. “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” 

She shook her head. “I was waiting for you.”

“C’mon, let’s grab a plate or two and figure out what we want.” I reached for her hand, standing up before she followed suit. “One more kiss?”

“Okay.” She pressed up on her toes, kissing my cheek. “Oh, I wonder if you have fries around here somewhere. You know the old saying, fries before guys.”

“Excuse me.” I followed behind her as she giggled, shaking my head. “No, it’s guys before fries here.”

I was going to have my hands full with this one. 

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Bea’s POV 

When I walked out of the bathroom, pulling my faux leather jacket on, my jaw nearly hit the ground. I stopped in my tracks, looking at Harry with parted lips and wide eyes as he turned around and held his arms out for Lambert. I watched him shrug his jacket on, shimmying his shoulders until it rested comfortably on his frame. Harry looked up at me, shooting me a grin that made me knees feel wobbly. I cleared my throat, adjusting my own jacket before I walked closer to him with sweaty palms and a frog in my throat. 

“You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, holding my elbow with his massive hand before he pressed a kiss to my temple. “Have you put on the lacy thing for me?”

“Yeah, I have.” I sucked in a breath as he lifted the lapel of my jacket, his eyes burning when they landed on the bodysuit. “Better in person?”

“Much.” He mumbled, glancing up at me with a lopsided grin, his dimple just barely visible. “If there weren’t other people in this room, I’d kiss the breath right out of your lungs.”

I pressed my lips together, holding back a groan as his voice dropped. 

“Sadly, there are plenty of people!” Lambert interrupted. “And I refuse to see this shirt ruined by that gorgeous red lipstick you’ve got on, Beatrice. What is that?”

“Um, Revlon.” I said softly. “I think the shade is Black Cherry or something like that.”

“Revlon.” Lambert muttered. “You wear it well, darling.” 

“Thank you.” I felt my cheeks heat up as Harry smiled at me, almost as if he was proud of my ability to impress his friends. 

“Now, you two are off to watch Kacey’s set, but please be careful with the jacket.” Lambert brushed his hands over Harry’s arms. “We don’t want too many sequins gone before your set.”

“I’ll try to keep the dancing to a minimum.” Harry laughed, shaking his head at Lambert. “Thanks for being such a wonderful addition to the team, mate. I don’t know what the fuck I would done without you.”

“Probably would have worn those dreadful black skinny jeans on stage for the entire tour.” I tried to hold back my laugh, slapping my palm over my hand at Lambert's words. “And those chelsea boots, the tan ones? I’m getting nauseous thinking about it.” 

“Oi, I was fit!” Harry exclaimed. “I pulled it off well, didn’t I Bea?”

“There was a reason Niall was my favorite.” I shrugged. 

“Excuse me?” He blinked at me, his face blank. “Niall looked like a fucking frat boy-”

“You had a phase.” I pointed out. “You all went through a frat boy phase with your snapbacks and your cut off shirts.”

“But I was the only one who pulled it off well.” He held his finger up, waving it about. “Niall was nowhere near as attractive as I in the snapback.”

“You fucker!”

Harry and I snapped our heads around at the new voice in the room. 

The second I lay my eyes on the dirty blonde Irishman, I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my ass. Niall stood there in the doorway with his hands held up, a look of mock offense on his face. I turned to Harry, my jaw practically on the floor as he stared at his old mate. 

“Niall!” Harry said. “You made it, lucky charms!”

“I heard what you said, Styles.” Horan pointed his finger, putting on a fake angry expression before his eyes darted towards me. “Is she alright?”

Harry looked back at me, his brows raised as I looked between him and Niall, my finger weakly pointing at my childhood crush. 

“That’s Niall Horan.” I said softly as Harry walked up to me. “That’s Niall Horan.”

“Okay, let’s breathe.” Harry chuckled, brushing his hands over my biceps, holding me in place as I tried to peer around him. “I’m offended that you weren’t this shell shocked when we met.”

“You aren’t Niall Horan.” I said, looking up at him. “That’s….I had such a huge crush on him.”

Harry ducked his head down, his breath tickling my ear.

“Do I need to take you into the bathroom and remind you who you’re here for?”

I felt my eyes flutter shut, a soft whine catching in my throat as Harry nipped at my earlobe before pressing a quick kiss to my pulse point. I almost felt dizzy when he lifted his head up with that dazzling smirk on his lips. I cleared my throat, shifting on my feet. 

“Answer me.” He said. “Do you need that?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. 

“Oh, angel, you look flustered.” He cooed, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. 

“I’m good.” I cleared my throat, willing my voice to go back to normal. “I was just a little shocked, that’s all.”

“Gimme a kiss.” He puckered his lips out dramatically, and I let out a breathy laugh. “There she is.”

I pressed up on my toes, kissing his cheek. 

“Sorry.” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I just...he just popped up out of nowhere. I need a warning for these kind of things.”

“Next time I’ll sing a good ol’ pub song while I’m walking down the hall so you know I’m coming for you, love.” Niall laughed at himself, and I couldn’t help but laugh along as Harry turned around with an unamused expression. “You gonna introduce us, Styles?”

“This is my girlfriend, Bea.” Harry slipped his hand over my back. “Beatrice, this is Niall.”

“Hi.” I held my hand out, but Niall swatted it away before opening his arms. 

“I like hugs.” 

“She’s not hugging you.” Harry held me back, scowling at Niall. 

I turned my head back to look at Harry, my lips pressed together and my brows raised as if to say ‘oh, really?’ to his comment. I could hug whoever I wanted, and right now, I wanted to make Harry jealous by hugging Niall fucking Horan. 

“I’m hugging him.” I said, moving closer to Niall. “Don’t be sour.”

“He is a bit of a sour patch kid, isn’t he?” Niall laughed as I wrapped my arms around his middle, giggling when he tossed his arms around my shoulders. “I can’t believe Harry’s got himself a decent girl.”

“You just met me, you don’t know that I’m decent yet.” I pulled back with a laugh, retreating to my spot next to Harry. “But I’ll take the compliment all the same.” 

“Thatta girl.” Niall winked at me before stuffing his hands in his pockets, turning towards Harry with a bright smile. “I’m excited to see your show tonight.”

“It’s gonna be weird, knowing that you’re out in the crowd watching instead of performing with me.” Harry blew out a nervous breath, shaking his head. “And it doesn’t help that you’re not the only one here. Liam is coming tonight, fucking Kendall will be here...I’m pretty sure a few other people will be here tonight too.”

“Well, Kendall is fucking tone deaf, so I don’t think she’ll notice if you fuck up.” Niall cackled, tossing his head back. “And I doubt you’ll fuck up at all, you’re a star mate.”

“So are you, Horan.” Harry reached out, tapping Niall’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too.” Niall’s voice was softer, a happy smile still on his face. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years apart.”

“I’m gonna cry.” I whispered, waving my hand in front of my eyes as they started to water. “I’m having flashbacks of the History music video, I don’t need this today.”

“You got yourself a fan.” Niall asked, his brows shooting up towards his hairline. “Is that why she was so wigged out a second ago?”

“Yeah.” I spoke up. “You were my favorite.”

“I was?” Niall asked, his head tilting to the side. “Am I not anymore.”

“I mean…” I turned towards Harry, sliding my arm around his waist before I looked back at Niall with a small giggle. “Look at this one, mate! He’s so dreamy and he’s romantic.” 

“I can be romantic.” Niall exclaimed. 

Harry snorted, turning his head to spit out a fake cough to save himself. 

“What was that for?” Niall said. “I can be romantic!” 

“Sure, mate.” Harry reached out, patting Niall’s shoulder again as a knock sounded at his dressing room door. “Oh look, more people.”

I turned my head to the doorway, suddenly intimidated by the three women walking in. 

Claire, Kendall, and Hannah (Harry's most recent ex) walked in together. 

I automatically felt inferior to them, and not just because I was much shorter. 

Even my own best friend fit in better with that group than I did, her perfect brown skin and long legs practically identical to the other two women. Harry clearly had a type for summer goddesses with a knack for modeling, and it made me wonder why he didn’t pick Claire over me. They would have made such a beautiful couple. 

“I want you to meet Kenny.” Harry squeezed my side. “She’s a good friend of mine.”

“Sure.” I gave him a tight smile, swallowing my nerves as I felt my palms sweat. 

I didn’t know a lot about Kendall or her family, but I never heard anything good. 

I also didn’t know how to talk to someone of her status. 

“Ken!” Harry said her name so casually, like he was used to calling it out. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

Fuck. 

She set her eyes on me, scanning me from head to toe before plastering on a smile and strutting over in her mega high heels. I owned a pair similar to hers, but mine came from Walmart, and hers were probably from Dior. She stopped in front of us, affectionately touching Harry’s bicep with a soft hell before she turned to look down at me. 

“Hi.” She said. “I’m Kendall.”

“Beatrice.” I stuck my hand out to her nervously, but she just looked at it. I had a feeling that she wasn’t a hugger like Niall. “Um, you can call me Bea though.”

“Bea.” She nodded as I pulled my hand back. “Where did you two meet?”

“At a bar last night.” Harry laughed softly, squeezing my side as he shot me a wink. It eased my nerves just a little. “Swept her right off of her feet.”

“So that is how we’re telling the story?” I chuckled, turning my attention towards him instead of the nerve wracking situation in front of me. “I suppose you’re not entirely wrong.” 

“I never am.” He sighed dramatically, pursing his lips before he leaned in for a quick kiss. “So, Ken, where’s your man tonight?”

Oh, thank god. 

“He’s just talking shit with Jeff, I think.” She turned her head, scanning the dressing room before she rolled her eyes. “I honestly don’t want to see his face tonight, he’s being annoying.”

“Oh no.” Harry laughed softly. “What have you done?” 

“Me, I did nothing?” She pressed her fingers to her collarbone, scoffing playfully. “I merely said we should vacation in Mykonos with my family-”

“There it is.” Harry interrupted. 

“What’s wrong with vacationing with my family?” Kendall asked, tilting her head to the side with a frown. “Everyone loves it!”

“No, they don’t.” Harry shook his head. “I remember your Mum made us-”

He stopped, shifting on his feet as he looked at me. 

“Don’t mind me.” I said. “You can keep talking, I can go find Claire or-”

“That would be great-”

“Don’t go-” 

Harry and Kendall spoke at the same time, and I rolled my lips into my mouth as they both looked at each other in shock. 

“Um, well,” I stuttered, slowly pulling myself from Harry’s arm. “You clearly need a moment, so I’m just gonna go somewhere that isn’t right here.” 

I turned, walking towards Claire and Niall like there was a fire under my ass. 

“Oh my god.” I whispered, grabbing Claire’s arm. “I feel like I was just met the fucking queen or something! I mean, the way she looked at me, Claire-”

“She’s not very nice.” Claire laughed, sliding her arm around my shoulder. “It’s alright though, I’m a much better model than her and I plan on dragging her ass down the runway one day.”

“Thank you.” I squeaked out, letting out a laugh as Niall chuckled in front of us. “Sorry, I know you’re probably friends with her too, I just-”

“Not friends.” Niall said, shaking his head. “Never have been, never will be.”

“Fair.” I sighed, taking a few deep breaths. “Oh, Claire, it’s Niall!”

“Yeah, we’ve been chatting for a minute over here babe.” She laughed. “He introduced himself.”

“Right.” I laughed nervously. “There’s a lot happening.”

“You need a break?” Niall asked. “Because the three of us can sneak off for a drink, I doubt anyone will notice we’re gone.”

I turned my head, looking at Harry as he laughed with Kendall and Hannah. 

It hurt just a tiny bit to see him so chummy with his exes, but who was I to judge. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” I turned back to Niall with a fake smile. “Let’s go.”

Harry’s POV

“So, what’s the deal with this new girl?” Kendall asked. “She’s...different.” 

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating.” I said slowly, my brows pulling together. “Why did you say it like that?”

“She just, doesn’t seem like your type.” She shrugged, brushing it off as if it was no big deal. “I haven’t seen you with someone like her before.”

“Kenny has a point.” Hanna interrupted, looking at me with raised brows. “You don’t typically go for her type.”

“Okay, you’re both being vague and annoying.” I let out a frustrated huff. “What are you getting at?”

“She’s not stepping on the cover of Vogue anytime soon.” Kendall shrugged. “That’s all.”

“Because-” I waited for them to speak, but they both glanced at each other. 

“Well, she’s bigger than what you normally go for, and she’s a little plain.” Hannah said. “It’s not really like you to downgrade.”

“Right.” I let out a bitter laugh, lifting my hand to scratch at my jaw as I felt anger boiling up from my chest to my throat. “Fuck you...both of you. I don’t know where you get off insulting someone you don’t even know, but that shit doesn’t matter to everyone. Beatrice could put a paper bag over her head, and it wouldn’t make me want her any less. Do you know why?”

They both stared at me as I waited for an answer. 

“Because she has a fucking heart, and a beautiful mind.” I snapped. “You two are a bunch of gossiping trust fund babies with no morals.”

I turned around, stalking towards the door of my dressing room without second thought. 

I slammed it behind me before I turned down the hall, walking straight for catering. 

When I walked into the room, Beatrice was sitting between Niall and Claire sipping on a watermelon margarita with pink cheeks and a bright smile. I felt my anger dissipate in my chest, her laughter distracting me from the cruel words replaying in my head. I let out a sigh, feeling my shoulders slump before I walked towards the cheerful group. 

“Hey.” I said, dropping into the seat next to Bea’s. “I missed you.”

“Did you?” She asked me, squinting playfully with pursed lips. “You seemed like you were having fun.”

“It was dreadful, believe me.” I leaned closer, stealing a kiss from her. “Are you having fun?”

“So much.” She smiled, kissing me once more. “I can’t wait to get out there though. I think Kacey is on in ten minutes.”

“Sounds right.” I let out a breath, pressing my palm to Beatrice’s thigh. “Finish up your drink, honey. I’ll have Larissa make us more before Jeff takes us to the side stage.”

“Okay.” She gave me a bright smile. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” I asked, tilting my head to the side curiously. 

“For being so sweet.” She mumbled. “I adore you.”

My heart practically screamed in my chest, the hairs raising up on the back of my neck as I felt my lips pull into a huge smile. I let out a giggle, ducking my head down as my cheeks warmed. 

Beatrice brushed her fingers over the back of my neck as I moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her the best that I could from my chair. 

“I adore you, too.”

[saragargan]

Eight Arms To Hold You - 8

Pairing: Doc Ock/ Original Female Character, Scorpion/Original Female Character  Rating: Explicit Summary:  Harry's perspective - the first time he meets Otto Octavius, Halloween night, and the beginning of a villain origin story. Prev. chapter AO3 link Start from the beginning

Harry Osborn remembered the first time he met Otto Octavius. It had been a cool autumn day, and one of the few times that he, Mary Jane and Piper all had free time to get together. They met at their favorite cafe, The Coffee Bean. Piper messaged the group chat that she was coming a few minutes late. Harry and MJ ordered their drinks - Harry ordered a hot chai tea, MJ a pink colored drink that had about 5 different fruits in it - and sat to wait for Piper. The door of the shop chimed, and they turned to see Piper walking in. The door was being held open for her by another customer. Or Harry had thought it was another customer, until Piper turned to wait for him and they walked to where Harry and MJ sat together. The stranger was about their age, chubby, and reasonably tall. He was dressed similarly to Harry, dress pants, a sweater and loafers. He wore large square-framed glasses and had the most severe bowl-cut Harry had ever seen. He might’ve laughed, if Piper hadn’t rested one hand on the guy’s arm and smiled at them. “Hey guys! I’d like you to meet my friend Otto, he’s my physics partner.” Piper pulls off her black coat and hangs it over a chair on the opposite side of the table. “We both had today off, so I invited him to hang out with us.” Mary Jane was a very friendly, bubbly person. She made friends easily, anywhere and almost everywhere they went. She stands, offering her hand and grins. “Hey! I’m Mary Jane, but everyone calls me MJ. This is Harry.” Harry nods his head at Otto as MJ shakes his hand. “It’s so nice to meet you!” MJ’s enthusiasm was usually one of the things Harry liked best about her, but right now it got on his nerves. No, it certainly wasn’t nice to meet this nerdy guy that Piper had her hands all over.

“Alright we’re gonna go order our drinks, be back in a sec.” They turn and head to the counter. Harry glowers at the table. Mary Jane sits and pokes him in the arm. “Why do you look like you swallowed a lemon?” Because Piper just showed up with ‘some guy’ in her physics class. Because her hand on his arm made his stomach lurch. Because he had been in love with Piper since the 3rd grade. Harry doesn’t say any of that. “She didn’t even ask us if it was okay if he came.” It’s not a lie, and a perfectly valid reason in Harry’s opinion, to be upset. “So? It’s nice that Piper has friends who aren’t us. I hate thinking about her all alone at college.”

MJ smiles at Piper and her friend as they join them at the table. Turning her attention to Otto, she leans forward on the table. “So you met our Piper in physics class? Did you choose her as a partner or she you? How old are you? What are you majoring in? What kind of coffee did you get?” Mary Jane fires off the questions at him, pointing at the cup in his hands. Otto looks bewildered, and turns to Piper for support. Piper starts laughing, leaning in MJ’s direction. Her shoulder presses against Otto’s, and Harry feels another twing of annoyance.

Their server brings them their drinks, carefully balancing all four in her hands. She was on the shorter side and had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her name tag read ‘Sara.’ She would’ve been rather pretty, if not for the tattoos that littered her skin and the studs in her nose and lip. Harry thought that kind of thing was trashy. “You’ll have to get used to Mary Jane, she’s very enthusiastic, especially when she’s had her pink drink with more sugar than juice.” MJ scoffs at Piper’s teasing. “Oh please, like you didn’t get 4 shots of liquid sugar in that latte of yours.” “She’s got you there.” Otto says to Piper. She sips her drink innocently. “Well?” says MJ. “Come on, tell us your whole life story.” “Uh, well, yes we met in physics class. We kind of chose each other I guess. I’m 25 and graduating this year with my doctorate degree in renewable energy.” Otto takes a sip of his coffee. “And black coffee, by the way.” MJ wrinkles up her nose at the mention of black coffee, but she’s still interested in what Otto has to say. “Wait, you said you’re getting your doctorate degree? At 25? Isn’t that something you can't get until you’re like, old? “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Otto is something of a genius.” Piper grins at him. Yep, total nerd. Harry was liking this guy less with each passing minute. Mary Jane manages to look even more excited. “You mean like an actual genius? Like Einstein or that other guy, Tesla something?” Piper nods her head, and Otto shakes his. “Oh no, not even close to the likes of them.” “Oh come on, don’t be so humble, You’re so smart it makes my brain hurt sometimes.” Piper faces Mary Jane. “Yes he is an actual genius.” She reassures her. “So what’s involved in a renewable energy degree? What are you hoping to do once you graduate?” asks MJ. “Well, I’m hoping that ESU will hire me for their fusion energy program.” “Fusion energy? What’s that?” As Otto starts to explain to Mary Jane what fusion energy is, Harry looks at Piper. He’s dismayed to find her attention captured as well. Annoyed by the way both girls are so focused on Otto, Harry drops his gaze to the table once more. He turns his coffee cups in his hands and bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Something compels him to look up, and finds Piper looking at him with concern. They had been friends for so long they didn’t need to speak to communicate. She knits her eyebrows together and tilts her head to the side. ‘What’s wrong?’ she’s asking. Harry smiles a little and points to his head. ‘Headache.’ She frowns and pouts a little. ‘I’m sorry.’ Harry waves her concern away, and turns, pretending like he cares what the nerd was talking about. For most of the time it’s Mary Jane asking Otto about a million questions - Why are you interested in fusion energy? Do you always drink black coffee? Why do you wear your hair like that? What’s your favorite color? - with Piper occasionally interjecting. Harry feels very small and ignored. When it’s time to leave, Piper hugs them both goodbye, and leaves with Otto. Harry and Mary Jane head in the opposite direction, towards MJ’s apartment. It starts to rain, just a little. “He’s so nice!” says Mary Jane. “I’m glad Piper’s found a friend that can understand what she’s talking about. Half the time I swear she’s speaking a different language.” She looks over at Harry, water starting to mist her red hair. “What was your deal? I’ve never, ever heard you shut up for that long.” Harry shrugs. Mary Jane stares at him. Then her eyes go wide. “Oh my god, you’re not jealous are you? Seriously Harry, that is so immature. Piper is allowed to have friends outside us!” MJ declares this as if reprimanding him, having misunderstood the situation. Harry doesn’t correct her. “Yeah I know, it’s just. I’m worried if she starts hanging out with someone else she’ll stop hanging out with us.” With me, he thinks. That’s what he means. “Well that’s not going to happen, so stop being such a sourpuss about it!” MJ huffs at him and the rest of their walk is spent in silence.

It never had happened. Piper still spent a lot of her free time with him and Mary Jane. Then after the whole business where Otto turned himself into some hybrid freak, and Piper revealed herself to be Spider-Woman, Harry had thought he had seen the last of him. Doctor Octopus was after all Spider-Woman’s enemy.

Apparently he was wrong. Unease settles in Harry as he watches Otto lead Piper through the crowd, away from them. Harry tells MJ that he’s going to find the bathroom and stalks them through the crowd. They disappear down a path. The pathway is blocked by the crowd, so Harry vaults over a stairwell bannister and pushes through where there are less people, and makes his way towards where he last saw them. Harry’s stomach drops. He sees Otto with his mouth at Piper’s ear, one hand wrapped around her upper arm. He pulls back to look Piper in the face, the other hand coming up to cup her face as he speaks. Then Piper leans in and presses her lips to his. The feeling in the pit of Harry’s stomach twists like a knife. They break apart, a look of surprise on Otto’s face, but only for a brief moment before he reaches for Piper again. Watching them embrace, Harry is horrified by what he’s seeing, but he can’t look away. Like witnessing a car crash. They break apart and Otto’s lips move as he asks Piper something. He just so happens to find Harry’s gaze. They stare each other down, until Piper says something, and Otto drops his eyes to her. He smiles down at her and kisses her again, and that’s all Harry can take. He pushes through the crowd of people, literally shoving some of them out of his way. He’s never felt such intense anger, and his eyes are blurry with tears. He swipes at them as he makes his way back to Mary Jane. She raises her eyebrows at him, but before she can ask him what’s the matter they’re rejoined by Piper and Otto. Piper’s face is flushed, and catching his eye once more, Otto smirks at Harry. It only made Harry even angrier, and Piper informing that Otto would be sticking around for the night almost made him lose it. He feels pressure in his head from how hard he’s clenching his jaw. Mary Jane stares at the two of them like Piper had begun speaking in tongues. Then she shrugs, as if it wasn’t really that big of a deal. For the rest of the night Otto follows their group around, never straying too far from Piper. The heated looks he keeps giving her makes Harry’s skin crawl, and it’s worse when he does it after getting Piper’s attention. Piper blushes and all Harry can think is that he wishes it was him making her do it. Later in the night Harry and Otto hang back when the girls get into line for a photobooth. As they climb in behind the curtain, Otto steps up next to Harry. “You know, green looks good on Piper, but on you it just looks like envy.” Harry rounds on him, getting right in Otto’s face. He’s only a little shorter. “Stay away from Piper.” Otto smirks at him again, and Harry’s blood boils. “Stay away from her or I’ll-” “Or you’ll what?” Otto’s voice is amused, and there’s a movement underneath the cloak he’s wearing. One of the mechanical arms is just visible, sharp prongs on the end bared like teeth in Harry’s direction. “You’ve known her for how long? Almost two decades? All that time and you’ve never once made a move.” Harry’s fists clench. “If you think for even a minute that it’ll last.” He laughs darkly. “She’ll see your true colors eventually. She will never be with you.” Harry spits the words, but Otto still looks amused with him. “It seems that your true colors are coming to light Mr. Osborn.” The girls stumble out of the booth, hanging off each other and giggling. Mary Jane heads in the direction of the bathrooms, while Piper makes her way to one of the drink tables. “You think she won’t be with me? Let’s see shall we?” And he turns away from Harry, heading towards Piper. When he reaches her he wraps his arms around her, kisses her shoulder, and leans in to whisper in her ear. Piper leans into his embrace, before she turns to him, all smiles. She says something and Otto leans in to kiss her forehead. Harry seethes. He spends the rest of the night watching the two of them exchange flirty glances, Piper blushing and looking away shyly. By the end Harry’s so tense he’s about to pull a muscle. MJ’s eyes are drooping, and she leans on Harry for support. He wraps an arm around her as they walk down the street towards the subway station. They’re halfway down the steps when Harry realizes that Piper is no longer with them. He turns to look at the top of the stairs. Piper stands there next to Otto, and Harry feels the moment freeze in time. This is where I lose her, he thinks. He stands there, one arm around Mary Jane, as Piper gives them some excuse. He isn’t sure what she says, he can only hear the roar of blood in his ears. Mary Jane nods at them and Harry mirrors her. Then Mary Jane is tugging him down the steps, and Harry turns away, but the image of Piper standing next to Otto is burned into his mind. It’s late the next night when he gets a text from Mary Jane. He’s sprawled out on the couch, watching some old sitcom. MJ: seems our Piper had quite the adventure last night H: yeah i saw in the bugle MJ: oh no, not that ;) H: what do you mean? MJ: she spent the night with him Harry doesn’t get it at first. Then it hits him, and he feels like all the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Adrenaline courses through his system, and his hands are shaking when he texts MJ back. H: you mean she slept w/ him? MJ: yeah!! crazy right? H: gross is a better word. MJ: she clearly doesnt think so…maybe he’ll stop leveling buildings when they fight lmao Harry locks his phone and throws it on the couch. He steps out onto the huge stone balcony, the cool breeze feels extra chilly against his hot skin. His fists are clenched so hard he can feel his nails biting into his palms. Tears prick at his eyes and he tries to blink them away. But then his mind conjures the image of what Piper might look like in that freaks arms, and a sob tears through him. He sinks to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks like a faucet. After what feels like an eternity he finally calms down. He takes a shaky breath as he stands. He can feel that his eyes are swollen, his nose running. He stumbles back into the living room shivering. As the hatred and sorrow comes off him in waves, something hidden away inside the pocket of Norman’s jacket begins to stir.

[canyonmoonlily]

| What Goes Up |

live! on tour series

A/N: Here comes the Smut ;)

.....

“Y/N!”

“What?” your entire body lurched upright at the sound of your name. You could hardly see thanks to the blinding sunlight streaming in through the unfamiliar window. You hardly remembered what the hotel you were staying in looked like you’d been so inebriated the night before.

“Alarm!” The same voice that had woken you from your slumber called from beyond the closed door. Oh. It was only then you noticed Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin was playing very loudly. At first, it had worked great as an alarm but you’d grown used to it and could sleep through it like a pro now.

The voice that had called for you to turn it off must’ve been one of your bandmates. According to your phone, it was already 10:30 am so you might as well start your day. You stretched and moved to get out of bed after turning it off only to find you are, in fact, stark naked.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

You hurriedly grab your robe you’d hung on the bathroom door and wrap it around you. You were scared to look in the mirror and see hickies or some indication of promiscuity from the night before. You had nothing against sleeping around, but considering you’d still only ever slept with someone once, you weren’t usually bold enough to sleep with a stranger. Which only means that if you did, in fact, have sex last night it was with someone you knew.

Like Harry.

The last thing you can remember is Harry singing along with George Harrison’s voice as you cried into his chest. Like the emotionally unstable psycho you are! your brain added.

You ripped the metaphorical bandage off and took a glance at yourself in the bathroom mirror only to find no evidence that anyone had touched you the night before. You also didn’t feel sore other than a slight headache. Considering you hardly ate, it took nothing for you to get drunk so hangovers were never really an issue for you.

You feel like you’d know if something had happened the night before. It had been a hot minute since the one and only time you’d had sex before. The only obvious differences in your appearance seems to be the absent of the makeup you’d worn the night before and your clothing. Had Harry taken off your makeup for you? Your chest contracted at the thought of him taking the time to play caretaker to drunk you.

Then you remember the way he’d kissed Kendall the night before, and remind yourself that despite the Game Night events, you were only friends. And that was all you’d ever probably get out with him. You needed to place your mental emphasis on the fact that you had him in your life at all and be grateful for that. There was no point in stringing yourself along on the hopes that one day he’d fall in love with you and the two of you would live some kind of happily ever after. Your life was far from a movie and you were far too old to be entertaining such fantasties anymore.

....

Harry watched you slip out of the green room with a heavy heart. You were like no one he’d ever met before. Last night, with all of your drunken ramblings and your little hands grabbing at his hair, calling him pretty. You had laid with your head in his lap for hours, going on about everything from George Harrison to the inherent good or evil of human nature.

He’d gazed at you adoringly, laughing the night away while the party died downstairs. He’d left Kendall alone but he wasn’t worried about her, she knew he didn’t love her. It was purely a publicity stunt, as always.

Harry shouldn’t love y/n. He knows this. Columbia records was considering signing a deal with your band, a major one that would launch your group even further into music stardom. You’d only released one album, and already had a huge fan base. Harry’s opinion the matter was of great value to the record label, and he’d been given specific instructions not to go and “make any unprofessional or romantic connections with the three of those girls.”

Harry had agreed to those terms, but that was before he knew you.

The first time you stepped into the pre-tour production meeting room he thought he was going to vomit. You’d all stumbled in late, being scolded by your manager, John. You hadn’t noticed Harry was even in the room.

You were slightly shorter than average, with all of the right curves and long, golden hair down to your waist. You donned an old Ben Folds Five tshirt and high waisted denim. You couldn’t seem to keep your hair out of your face. Your bandmates looked pained every five seconds as you whispered what was clearly absolute nonsense into their ears throughout the meeting. The way your eyes sparkled with mischeif, your unabashed goofiness nearly smacked him out of his chair. You were nothing like what he expected when he’d been told he’d be touring with an all girl band. You were the most alive thing in the room.

He knew why you were upset. It was because Kendall was wrapped around him like a fucking sloth after tonight’s show in Cleveland.

His feet didn’t consult with his mind before he found himself following your fleeting figure.

“Y/n!” He called.

You stopped dead in your tracks, refusing to look back at him.

“What is it, Harry?” Your sweet voice was a bit hoarse.

“Where are you going?” Harry’s voice was small, reminding you of your younger brothers back at home. You felt the cold armor you’d wrapped around your heart bend a little.

“To bed.” You responded simply.

“Listen, Kendall and I...it’s not—“

“Harry I didn’t ask. You don’t know me an explanation.”

“I do, though. What happened after game night—“

“—doesn’t need to be talked about it again. I’ve already erased it from my mind. Your secret is safe.”

“Secret? Y/n what the hell are you going on about?” Harry’s voice broke a bit, at that you finally turned to face him.

“I know you probably don’t want her to find out about that—or anyone to for that matter. It wasn’t very professional of us.” The shining of tears on your face took Harry by surprise, as you’d melt your words void of all emotion.

“Y/n I don’t give a shit about her!” Harry nearly yelled. “Well, no, I do care about her but not in that way.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Then why are you two making out every time I see you together? Harry, you’re not making me feel any better.”

“It’s a stunt. It’s for publicity. To keep the paps entertained.”

“Oh.”

“I....y/n, these last few months we’ve spent...” Harry can feel himself getting choked up as he struggles to meet your eyes. When he does, you can see he’s fighting back tears and you don’t know what you expect him to say next. “I think—no. I know that I am in love with you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. The skin tight, bell bottom jumpsuit you’re wearing seems to be 100000x tighter than you remember it being a few hours ago.

“You don’t have to say it back, you don’t owe me anything, I—shit. Shit I’m sorry.” His chin is wobbling now and the world’s biggest rock star is falling apart right before your eyes. But in a second, your lips are on his before the first tear can fall.

His whole body caves into yours, pulling you closer then you think you’ve ever been held in all of your 22 years on this planet. Your hands find his hair as his lips move in sync with your own. They’re soft and sweet and suddenly the only language you know how to speak. He is clinging to you like a man starved, though you know he is anything but.

“I love you. I thought it was obvious already but, I’ll say it a million times if you need to hear it: I love you. I love you. I love you.” You day in between kisses. Harry pulls away slightly to meet your eyes and can feel himself going cold. “What?” Your brow furrows at his expression.

“I just never want to forget the way you’re looking at me now.”

Then your back is against some nearby wall and his lips are on yours again faster than you can register anything that’s happening. The kiss swells into something more urgent, more passionate than before as your tongues begin their dance. His hands are everywhere, and you forget where yours end and his hair begins.

His lips begin trailing to the underside of your jaw and a moan slips out before you can stop it. He groans a response, and you swear you can feel something hard pressing against your lower stomach. Harry’s entire body has caved into yours, you standing on your tippy toes to press yourself more firmly against his willow-y frame.

“Shit-shit. Harry, someone could see—“ it suddenly dawned on you that you’re just passionately making out with in the middle of the hallway.

“Oh—oh.” Harry’s brows furrow and you see a glint of hurt in his pretty green eyes. You gently cup his face.

“No, I don’t mean it like that!” You whisper yell the reassurance. “You know I’d love to be seen with you. I just, H....I’m insecure about this kind of stuff.”

Amusement paints a pretty smirk on Harry’s face.

“You mean....sex?” He teases and you swear you could wrap your hands around his throat and throttle him if you had another 5 inches of height and actually stood a chance.

“Yes, sex, now come on.” You mock his accent and tug him away from the wall, the two of you giggling like horny teenagers.

...

Within a minute Harry has you pressed up against the door of his private bus. He’s fumbling with the strange lock and kissing you like he’s dying at the same time. You’re floating.

Once the latch clicks into place, your feet leave the ground again and your laid against something soft. The warm lighting is hitting Harry in a sinful way—he looks like the color gold personified and he’s smiling at you like you’re the Sun. He towers over you and you’ve never felt smaller. You start to wrap your arms around yourself but he stops you.

“Just let me look at you for a sec, y/n/n.”

With one last heated look he dives back into you and you’re a mess of tangled limbs again. You can feel his hands ghost over your clothed breasts and his lips ghosting over your neck again.

“God, I can’t get enough of your neck. Ya’ve got tha prettiest neck ‘ve ever seen,” he groans with a grind of his clothed, hard cock into your own clothed heat. You’re making noises you’ve only ever made before that time after Game night. And you know you’re ready to give it all to Harry. Anything he wants from you you’re willing to give.

His hands roughly grope at your breasts and you nearly scream. He’s pulling his shirt off and unzipping the top of your jumpsuit before you can do it again. Harry sucks in a breath of air at the sight of your naked chest.

“God—those tits. Just like I imagined ‘em,” he says before taking a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you like some animal. You whimper under his attention and he stops briefly.

“Angel, is this alright?” Harry looks into your eyes and holds your gaze.

“Yes, yes. T-take what you want from me.” You nod vigorously and submit yourself to him. His response is a growl you feel travel straight down to your core.

He goes back to your breasts, leaving lovebites and growling out the occasional “mine.” His lips trail down to your hips, right above your pelvis as he shimmies the rest of your jumpsuit off your legs.

Then the warmth of his breath is on your pussy and a single kiss is pressed to the front of your lace panties.

“H, you don’t have to—“

“I want to. Please.”

You nod and gulp. At this point, Harry’s seen more of your body than anyone else has and seems to be enjoying it. The only other time you’d had sex all the lights had been off and there was next to know ForPlay.

“I’ve just never had someone—do that.” You offer you an explanation. Harry freezes.

“No one’s ever eaten you out?” He asks incredulously, his head poking up from between your thighs. “What the fuck, why?”

Your cheeks heat up and you suddenly can’t make eye contact with him. “Well my ex, he and I only ever did it one time and he just...didn’t.” Harry nearly chokes on his own breath.

“You’ve one ever had sex once?” his hands are gripping your thighs now and he’s subconsciously moving closer to your face.

“Y-yeah. God this is embarrassing.” Your hands cover your now red face and tears gather in your eyes, lower lip trembling. This is not a conversation you wanted to be having but you also didn’t want to lie to Harry.

He pulls his hands away from your face and nearly crumbles at the sight of your glassy eyes. “No, no. Why is that embarrassing? You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He coos softly, brushing away any tears that had fallen. You felt so small and seen in his embrace.

“Because I thought that maybe I was the problem? That something about me was ...off so he left me after we...you know.”

Harry audibly scoffed and cradled your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so long,” His voice is gruff and honest. “There is no one I’d rather be with right now. And that idiot ex of yours is a fucking madman because you’re never getting rid of me after tonight.”

You kiss him and feel something in your chest ache in an almost foreign way. You didn’t know you could feel like this. He kisses you back harder and the heat between you builds again. His hand cups your lace covered pussy and rubs gently over your clit and you jolt. His lips trail back down to your heat and before you can register what is happening his nose is pressed against your mound and inhaling you like some meal. A growl resonated in his chest and he begins tugging your underwear down your legs.

His tongue delves into your folds gently, teasingly. He finds his way to your clit and then sucks the breath from your lungs. You go pigeon toed and nearly scream at his assault on your most private area. You’re making noises that feel foreign as they leave your mouth but Harry laps them up along with your heat. He’s growling and letting out little sweet comments about how good you taste and you don’t know how you’re going to ever look at him without blushing again.

“H, H I’m close,” you whine out, little body shaking under the weight of his arms holding your torso down. Your hips are bucking up wildly but Harry is comepletely unbothered, giving no indication that he’d heard you at all. It isn’t until he sucks un your clit with a new vigor that he makes his intentions clear.

You’re screaming, toes curling, his name falling from your lips so loudly you’re sure everyone in the stadium can hear you. You’re fucked and you don’t even care, Harry’s cooing in your ear as tears fall from your eyes, descending from your high. He pulls your body into his and whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you come back to reality.

“Are ye alright, angel? We could just go to sleep?” Harry asks gently, warm breath in your ear.

“No, no. I want you. I’m just a little overwhelmed because no ones ever...he didn’t... make me you know.” Your face is heating up again.

“Why are you still talking about sex to me like we’re in middle school, y/n?” He laughs loudly. “I just spent the last 10 minutes face first in your pussy. You can say the word orgasm around me.”

You can’t help but laugh but also swing an arm around to sock him in the chest but he catches your hand and steals your breath with a kiss. His hands slide up the smooth expanse of your back and he straddles you, caging you to the end with his body.

You buck your hips into his, a hand snaking down to palm his rock hard member through his briefs. It feels, much larger than you anticipated. He growls and ruts against your hand like an animal.

“Please, Harry...” your eyes are hazy with desire as they meet his nearly blackened ones. He whips his briefs off and settles himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure? You’ll be stuck with me after this.” He half joked, looking into your eyes with a choking intensity.

“I’ve never been more sure. Please.”

He lets out a loud cry at the feeling of your heat around him and you’re whimpering uncontrollably at the intrusion. But you love it, God it hurts but you love it. Harry had not prepared himself for how tight you would be. It was like bedding a Virgin. Your ex must not have been well endowed, Harry thought.

Harry can’t believe how good you feel, and he’s never been particularly loud, but he’s crying out with every movement. You’re trembling beneath him, whimpering and yelping. Both of you just consumed with the other. You take his hand and place it around your throat, and his eyebrows shoot up in an expression of utter shock. He grips your throat in his hand and builds speed quickly. Milking his cock in your tight heat.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re mine now, mine.” He growls through clenched teeth as his hips snap into yours. You’re practically in tears.

“Yours. Yours yours yours.” His cock has reduced you to a weeping echo chamber.

When the two of you climax it is like the clash of a symphony and he collapses into your body, holding you closer to him than anyone’s held you before.

As you drift off in his arms, one nagging thought plagues you,

What the fuck were you going to tell your bandmates?

[msjr0119]

Return to New York

Part 2

Riley Brooks never returned after being thrown out of the Coronation. Liam cleared her name, and they tried to find her with no luck. One day they returned to New York and by fate she turned up at a cafe due to Daniels ‘meddling’.

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*****

“The reason myself and Kiara didn’t work was because of you. She knew that I was in love with you.”

Liam, Maxwell and the rest of the restaurant jumped in reaction to the echo of the glass shattering everywhere- the floor now covered in a sticky residue due to the mixture of alcohol. The two men jumped out of their seats, immediately rushing over to a shaking Riley- and witnessing Drake behind the bar stood dormant not knowing what to do.

“What did you do to her?” Maxwell shouted at his friend, assuming it was his fault as he hadn’t rushed over to help her.

“He did nothing, he was helping me with the drinks- you know how much of a klutz I am Max. I got distracted, they just slipped out of my hands.” Riley lied, not knowing if the two men knew the truth about Drakes feelings- his confession was still sinking in, not knowing how to react- not knowing how they would react to her secret, something she lied about a mear few hours previously.

“Lady Riley, you are not clumsy. Are you okay?” Noticing Liam picking up all the broken glass, she began to panic.

“I’m fine Liam. Go and sit down, I’ll clean it up then go on my break.”

“It’s fine, just get us a brush and something to put the broken glass in- I insist. I’m a king but I’m capable of cleaning up a bit of mess.” Riley nodded knowing she couldn’t refuse king’s orders even if he was in her city. Watching her leave, the two men snapped their attention towards Drake as he eventually moved from his position behind the bar.

“What did you do her?” Maxwell repeated his previous question. “Clearly she’s freaked out by something, she isn’t a klutz.”

“I... I told her that... fuck. I told her Kiara knew I was in love with her and that’s why we never worked. She wasn’t lying when she said they slipped out of her hands.”

“So why would she react all shaken up? Surely girls love it when a man tells them that they love her?” Maxwell was confused by her reaction, deep down he knew she had feelings towards Drake also. Everyone could see it, their stolen glances were noticed even if the two of them didn’t realise they were doing it.

*****

Sitting in silence, the three men cleared the glass up as Riley went on her break. Going back to their table, they slowly tucked into their meal- none of them wanting to mention her name. Not realising why they were still lingering in New York- hope. Hope that she would return with them was most likely the reasoning.

“Mommy!” The three men all turned their heads towards the bar, Riley had finished her break and was preparing a milkshake for a little girl sat on the edge of the bar.

Mommy they all said in unison, Maxwell was now wondering if that was the reasoning behind her panicking before. A man in a suit walked up to the bar and kissed Riley on the lips. Briefly focusing her gaze over towards the table- she knew they were going to question her immediately. Max, I don’t know what you’re on about? I’m definitely single, and I’ve definitely not ‘popped’ any kids out- thank you. At that moment in time saying this, she believed that they would be rushing back to Cordonia, she lied about being single because she didn’t want to hurt them all- especially Drake.

“Sorry i keep telling her to not call you mommy.”

“It’s fine, besides I’m going to be her mom soon. Is my ring fixed?” Retrieving the box out of his pocket, Riley grazed her finger over the diamonds.

“Of course it is. Here you go...” The man knelt down on one knee, sliding the elegant ring on to her finger.

“Riley Brooks, when I met you and hired you to look after my daughter- I instantly fell in love with you. I can’t wait to call you my wife.” The three of them all hugged each other- Drake gulped watching the interaction, Liam looked concerned at his friend who was clearly heartbroken. Maxwell on the other hand needed answers. Abruptly standing up, he stormed over interrupting the sweet family moment.

“Hi I’m Maxwell. And you are?” Scrutinising the mans body, Riley could tense that Maxwell was annoyed with her- she decided to begin with the introductions praying that the usual calm yet fun lord wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Erm Harry, this is Maxwell a close friend of mine, practically my brother.”

“Hi Maxwell, I’m Harry- this is my daughter Lissy.” Harry held his hand out towards Maxwell, who rudely ignored the gesture.

“Ah so this is the kid you look after.”

“Yes my soon to be step daughter.” Flaunting the ring in Max’s face, he was happy for her - but he knew she still loved Drake and that this was probably all a facade. It was difficult now a kid was involved. Mouthing I’m so sorry to him, he focused his gaze towards the little girl who was clearly in awe of Riley.

“Nice to meet ya, high five Lissy.” Lissy followed Maxwell’s actions. “Can I borrow you a sec Riley. Please.”

“Sure, I’ll see you two at home in the morning?” Giving then a brief hug, she followed Maxwell away from the bar- still in hearing distance for Liam and Drake to ear wig.

“So this is news..... I thought you was single and you couldn’t tell me?”

“You’ve been out of my life for three years Maxwell. I didn’t want to hurt any of you.”

“Yeah I wonder why you’ve been away for so long? We looked for you... couldn’t find you.... we all care for you.... has he got a big dick or something?”

“Well actually.....”

“Don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical question. What about Drake? He loves you...” Well actually I’m still madly in love with Drake. Harry doesn’t compare. I can’t break Harry’s heart, he’s done so much for me.

“He got in a relationship with Kiara when I left. I didn’t see him making much of an effort. Then he comes here admitting his feelings for me, the same feelings that I held for him. And only him. I’ve moved on Max, he should do the same. You guys are from Cordonia, I’m stuck here.”

Drake stormed out realising that he had lost her, realising now that she seemed happy- happier than she was during the social season. Liam was debating going after Drake, or speaking to Riley instead- choosing the second option he knew Drake was the type of person who needed to cool off before being confronted.

“I hear congratulations are in order Lady Riley.” Even though you insisted that you was single, he muttered to himself but still was able to wear that infamous stoic expression.

“Thank you your Majesty, I’m sorry for lying to you all.” Maxwell shot Liam a look of disapproval- in his head they needed to get Driley together not congratulate her and push her away from them.

“What time do you finish?” Maxwell asked changing the subject.

“In a couple of hours why?”

“Before you go home, come to my hotel room- I want to spend time with my sister before I leave you again.” Scribbling the hotel name and room number on a napkin, she agreed to see him. Liam shook his head, knowing exactly what his friend had planned- it was a dangerous game that Maxwell was playing.

****

Walking down the road to the Crowne Plaza, she got in the lift to the 30th floor, feeling dizzy in the lift she wasn’t sure if it was due to the lift skipping fifteen levels or nerves about spending time alone with Max. Knocking on the door of 3007, her eyes widened seeing someone other than Max- now realising that the younger Beaumont had set her up.

“Hi... is Max here? He told me to meet him at this room.” Little shit bag.

“You’ve got the wrong room Brooks. He’s on the floor below.”

“Okay, thanks. Have a safe flight back. It’s been good to see you Walker.” Fuck he’s got no shirt on, I need to get out of here quick.

“Riley wait...” Grabbing her hand, she felt that spark as she did all those years ago. “Come in for a drink? A brief catch up? If you... don’t want to .... it’s fine.”

“Whiskey?” She smiled softly at him, avoiding trying to look at his muscled body.

“That’s the most idiotic question you’ve asked. Of course there’s whiskey.” Opening the door wider, he allowed her in. Unknowingly to the two of them, Liam and Maxwell stood in the hallway and both high fived each other before returning to their separate rooms.

*****

“Here.”

“Thank you Drake.”

“So I now know why you freaked out... Congratulations Brooks, you deserve all the happiness in the world.” Not able to look at him in the eyes, she sighed before walking over to the window- looking down onto Times Square. Seeing everyone rushing about, witnessing couples taking selfies and sharing a smooch, watching people dressed in costumes conning people out of money in an instant.

“Thank you. But he’s not you....” Regretting this slip of the tongue, her mind was now confused more than ever.

“As Kiara was never you...” she heard him whimper as he laid on the bed. “I hoped that you would have returned to Cordonia on your own accord after we couldn’t find you. I imagined you coming back, I thought about how to woo you back, treat you like a girlfriend not like a suitor. Funny how things change.” Noticing her fidget with her engagement ring, he was jealous of her fiancé immediately. “Nice rock ya got there Brooks.”

“It’s too big and heavy, it slipped off my finger when we first became engaged and it became damaged. It feels weird wearing it again. It’s not me at all, I’d much prefer a simple ring- something that had a sentimental meaning.” Something like my grandmothers ring then, Drake thought before shaking his head.

“What happened to the little girl’s Mom?”

“She tragically passed away. I will never be her mom. I will never replace her mom, she just calls me it.”

“You’d make a brilliant mom Riley, she’s lucky to have you, as is he.” Standing up he poured himself another whiskey, staring deep into the brown liquid she joined him. Placing her hand over his, she took the tumbler away from him- placing it gently on the table along with her engagement ring that she had removed from her finger.

“Drake... there’s something you should know... I couldn’t let you return to Cordonia without you understanding something..” Keeping her hand resting over his, she turned to face him- sorrow in her eyes.

“Riley it’s fine, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m fine. As I said twice before you deserve happiness.”

“I do though, because you are acting as if I never loved you the way you stormed out of the restaurant.”

“I did that because I couldn’t see you with him. I blame myself for letting you go. Loving you in secret throughout the social season kept me sane, made me look forward to attending events for once in my whole life- I could have died saving Liam and Kiara from the assassins. All I thought about was you...I was thankful that you wasn’t there.”

“I heard that you was quite the hero huh?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Sure it isn’t, many people don’t jump in front of a bullet risking their own life.” Hovering her hand over his chest, she placed a gentle kiss on his scar. The only reason she knew the exact location was because of Hana and Olivia informing her of his injuries. Riley had insisted on returning, but they advised against it as he was in an rocky relationship with Kiara at the time.

“I lost you, maybe I thought that the risk was worth taking- I had nothing left.” He whispered in her ear- his hot whiskey breath lingered around her neck. Moving a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, they both stood frozen, fixated on each other. Seeing him gulp as he admired her, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Their foreheads brushing, neither wanting to regret what could potentially happen. His hands went around her petite frame, effortlessly lifting her on to the mahogany desk. Caressing her cheeks, his gentle touch was deja vu from the night of the Coronation. Leaning down he had nothing to lose, if she wanted to punch him she could, if she wanted to kiss him back- this complicated things. Moaning into the kiss, it felt as if the world around them had melted immediately- nothing like when she kissed Harry. In the back of her mind, she felt guilty as she was engaged, but in this moment in time she felt lust towards the man who instantly stole her heart in Cordonia. Breaking the kiss, she looked at him feeling breathless- as she did that last time she saw him all those years ago.

“Please don’t marry him.”

[looselucy]

Fight or Flight

February 20th “Imagine the punch-bag is Sam’s face and hit harder, Fee.” “Harry, I’m tired. How about-” “If you even suggest a nap, I’ll have to kill you.” “Naps and cuddles.”

“Tempting, but I’m trying to be a decent teacher here. I imagine in the history of teaching, not once has it been well received when a tutor had a nap and cuddled with a student.” “Must you always be so sensible?” “Must you always suggest naps?” “Yes.” I loved our one on one sessions, but sometimes I really wished he would take my nap suggestions seriously. He worked me to the bone, and as brilliant and beneficial as that was, sometimes a nap felt essential. I hugged the bag for support, sticking my bottom lip out, sulking. Grinning, he leaned inwards, kissed me briefly, then distanced again. “C’mon.” He encouraged. “You’ve got this, boss.” “That doesn’t boost me, it just turns me on.” “Boss?” “Mm.” “But you are the boss.” He smirked. “The girls will be here any minute. Don’t fucking tempt me, Styles.” “A few more hits, and I’ll reward you.” His suggestive tone was enough all by itself to make me stand back in the correct position to hit the bag successfully, spying the way he was biting his lip from the corner of my eye, watching me finally do as I’d been told just because I knew I had something to gain from it. I did as much as I could, which felt like a good few minutes worth when it really must have been seconds before giving up entirely, turning to face him and letting my neck loosen, falling back so I was facing the ceiling. “Please tell me that’s enough.” I groaned. His grin was unspeakably wide as he closed the gap between us, immediately grabbing the back of my neck to prop my head up and push his lips to mine, tongue entering my mouth even though he was still grinning madly. He backed me across the room until my back hit the wall, the kiss deepening as he pushed his body against mine. “Harry-” “It’s locked.” He read my mind, gasping against my lips as he buried his hand into the front on my leggings, sliding the tips of his fingers over my clit before one finger pushed into me, tongue stroking mine. I cursed against his lips, my posture slackening, glad that his body was pushed so ferociously against mine, otherwise I may have ended up on the floor. He made me weak with atrocious ease. We had been experiencing that sort of bliss for over a month. We had been serious and we had been growing and learning and acting like a real couple since the middle of January, and the more I thought about it and saw how well we were doing, the more acknowledging our romance around of friends was starting to appeal to me. All I knew for sure was that they loved me and they loved Harry, so why wouldn’t they love the two of us being together? I had savoured the secrecy and how that had allowed us the time to mess up and fall out and make sense of the sublime bond we so clearly shared, but I had been feeling so beautifully settled with him that I was slowly starting to lean towards the idea of everyone knowing. I was holding myself back for his sake. I didn’t want to mention it to him too soon because I knew full well that he wouldn’t be ready for that. Harry moved slowly in all he did, and I had to accept that pace, accept how unfamiliar all of this was to him and the fact that he could still scare off if I didn’t let him do this how he needed to. I knew he would think that no one knowing what was happening between us was a large contribution to how well things were going, and I didn’t doubt that either, but I was really starting to believe that things could be even better. When I thought about the people closest to me knowing, I felt giddy rather than grim like I had only weeks earlier pondering the same thing, and it seemed like a good sign to me. The truth was, I was utterly besotted with him and wanted people to know that. I raised my leg to allow him more space to play with me, Harry instinctively hooking his arm behind my knee to help me keep my limb afloat, thumb pushing up against my clit. He hadn’t stopped kissing me, even when my lips were relatively unresponsive, too full of pleasure to comply with his eager mouth. I had known it wouldn’t be long until there was a knock on the door, but it still happened far too soon. “Fuck sake.” I groaned through a bitter breath. “I mean… I knew it was gunna happen, and I’m still fuming.” “Are you close?” “Um… Not close enough. They’ll knock again any sec-” And they did, Chloe beginning to shout absolute nonsense as she waited for Harry to open the door to let the two of them in. They’d gotten much rowdier since they’d learnt Harry gave me those private lessons, and they’d always turn up just a little bit early and act like fools, as expected. Harry removed his hand from the area I really wished it could stay, tilting his head to the right before leaning in and planting a small kiss against my protruded lips, looking soft and sweet as he did. “Stay at mine? After the pub?” He asked quietly. “At this stage, do you even need to ask?” “Aren’t you bored of me?” “I’m starting to think that’s impossible.” I cooed. “YOO-HOO, HARRY, OPEN THE DOOR!” We heard Chloe from outside. “ALFIE, TELL HIM TO LET US IN!” “Do as you’re told, Harry.” I sniggered. “Yes, boss. But do me a favour and look a bit more innocent, okay? Having you backed up against a wall with the hem of your pants down might raise a few eyebrows.” I was grinning away to myself as I pulled my pants up properly, walking towards the bag at the back of the room as Harry went towards the door, Libby and Chloe practically falling into the room in seemingly high spirits. “Why does it always take you ten years to open the door?” Chloe asked him. “That’s a bit hyperbolic.” Harry snickered. The two of them got to chatting as Libby came over to me, taking me in for a big hug, which was rather unlike her. “What’s this? Affection? Who drugged you?” I giggled, hugging her back. “God, can’t I hug my best mate? Can’t I be in a cuddly mood?” I squeezed her tight, swaying from side to side for a while, my smile almost painfully wide. She wasn’t usually the affectionate type anyway, and since the whole Louis thing she’d been even colder than usual, not in a rude or unlikeable way, but she hadn’t quite been herself. I felt as though she’d built a bit of a wall to protect herself, like acting unfeeling would convince me, Louis and herself that she was unfazed by the way he hadn’t wanted their friendship to shift into something more. I was glad to see her softening again, if not softening excessively given it was her.

“Oh no, Harry, I can’t, no!” “It’ll be fine!” He chuckled, arms wrapped around my waist from behind, head hanging over my shoulder. “Can’t I do it over your head?” “Nah, that’s breaking the rules. You have to hold it over your own head.” We were in the kitchen baking together, music playing in the background, and Harry had challenged me to try and make meringues for the first time. According to him, the only way I could tell if I’d mixed it properly was to hang the bowl upside down over my head, and if it didn’t all collapse into my hair, apparently that meant it was ready. To say I was a little sceptical was an understatement. I didn’t trust him at all. “Honestly, if you’re winding me up and this goes all over my head, you can consider us done.” “That would be nothing to do with me. That will only happen if you haven’t mixed it sufficiently. You’ll only have yourself to blame.” “I’m just not sure this is a real thing. I think you’re doing this on purpose so I make a fool out of myself.” “I’m offended that you don’t trust me, Fee-Fee.” He kissed my neck. “Have some faith. Do it.” “Put your head right next to mine.” I commanded. “I’ll do it over both our heads.” “Fine.” He lifted, moving his arms from around my waist so they were wrapped loosely around my neck instead, laying them against my chest. “Go on then. Get it done.” I lifted the bowl off the counter with deliberate sluggishness, taking a deep breath in and squealing before my arms flew into the air, dangling the bowl upside down over our heads with my eyes screwed shut, expecting the worst. When I felt nothing, I dared open one eye, and then as soon as I truly felt safe I looked up, saw the motionless white goo hovering over my head. I turned around to face him when he distanced, taking a step back from me and holding his arms out in a way that screamed how disappointed he was in me when he’d clearly been telling the truth. I still had the bowl over my head. “Sorry for not trusting you.” I cringed, giggling. “Well… it might not have been your worst instinct…” With too much speed for me to even fathom, he reached his hand out and slapped it firmly on the bottom of the bowl, pushing down with just the right amount of force to make sure it whacked right over my damn head without hurting me, thudding into place. The room went dark and I stood there in a state of shock, hearing him cackling away to himself and feeling the mix practically melting into my hair. For some time, I was too dumbfounded to do anything other than listen to him laugh at me, but eventually I lifted the bowl back up off my head, seeing how he’d had to balance himself against the counter thanks to his laughter, shooting him the dirtiest look I could muster, meringue dripping through my messy mane. The bastard started laughing even more. I scooped some of the blend into my hand, Harry catching onto my plans a little too late, backing away from me. “No!” He cried through his sniggering. “Not the curls, anything but the curls!” “You’re a little shit, Harry Styles!” I pelted a good chunk that hit him right in the face, laughing as it burst across his features. He rushed back to me, trying to steal the bowl from my hand, the two of us squabbling for the next few minutes, meringue going everywhere; in his hair, all over our faces, all over the floor, on his walls, playful but competitive, laughing and growling as we fought. He grabbed at my face to pull my lips to his, which I saw as the perfect opportunity to slap some more mixture against his cheek, chuckling mischievously before he went straight back in for the kill, pulling at my waist and thrusting his lips together with mine, slipping slightly before he backed me up against the counter, utterly unable to keep his hands off me. I ran my fingers through his hair as we exchanged a breathless embrace, ruining his curls all over again, but at that point we were beyond the point of caring. The quarrel was over and the lust was back, this indisputable desire to devour one another, where everything other than us was blank, bleak, boring, yet our bodies were bursting with colours, so bright and vivid they were blinding. He took my weight and hoisted me up onto the counter, my hands reaching for his belt and snapping it loose with ease, without ever looking down or breaking our kiss. He grunted, reaching to my hips in the hope of pulling my knickers off but ripping them, too fierce, too fervent. “Fuck, sorry.” He gasped. “You owe me.” “I’d be honoured to take you lingerie shopping.” He smirked. “Might as well rip them completely off then.” The sound of the material tearing in his hand made me quake, soon taking the tattered lace and throwing it to the side of them room, yanking his jeans down forcefully, his underwear dragged alongside them. I hitched towards the edge of the counter, perfectly placed for the moment Harry thrust into me, our foreheads bashing together as soon as we connected. “Fuck.” He ground. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” I slung my arms over his shoulders, nibbling at my bottom lip as my body tingled, both in a response to how he felt and the words he’d said. There was this certain twinge and husk in his voice that verified his honesty, like the words had just poured from his lips with little control. I was absolutely loving being so passionate and yet so silly with someone. What was happening between us had breathed this new life into me, made me see relationships and companionship so differently to how I had before. I knew it was early and that it was bound to be exciting at that stage, but there was this feeling in my gut that told me what we had was distinct, unique, something that had the potential to alter the two of us in ways we couldn’t possibly anticipate. There was something special there and it was piercingly palpable. He propped himself up on his tiptoes so that he was perfectly level with my pelvis, shooting his hips forward and pressing his tongue against my bottom lip before it sunk into my mouth, his desperate hands clawing at what little clothing I had on. I placed my hand against his cheek, expecting to feel his soft skin beneath my touch but instead finding more meringue, my laughter bubbling between our lips as he pulled me even closer, his grin growing. My stomach felt like it was on fire, both joy and pleasure scorching a trail through my body, blistering fragments of bliss all through my insides. It was strange to feel so intimidated by something that was happening inside my own body, but it was overwhelming to be experiencing something that felt so prodigious, so out of my control even though it was happening within me. He was grunting with every move he made, trembling, and I hoped he felt as floored by it all as I did. I hoped his body had that same welcomed yet unnerving warmth that mine did. He was so full of passion, apparent in his roaming hands, his commanding kiss, his perfect thrusts. I ran my hands downwards, veering over his neck and then stroking over his tense arms, amazed by their width, how robust they felt. Next, my hands were on his hips, thumbs pressing momentarily against his hip-bone before I moved behind him, my nails clawing lightly at his behind, feeling the power of his thrusts beneath my steady touch. I let his skin go loose, leaning back on the counter and throwing my head back, my arms propping me up as Harry kissed down my neck and my chest, soon taking my nipple into his mouth, my entire body reacting by raising to his touch, speckles growing over my skin because of him, for him. “Harry, that feels so good.” I was short of breath, flagging. I widened my arms to try and find a position more comfortable, but my palm came into contact with a splatter of food created during our earlier fight, and I lost my balance completely. The top of my body totally collapsed, my head twatting against the wall behind me with an almighty thud, immediately bursting out in a fit of laughter despite the pain. “What the fuck, are you okay?” Harry yelped, dragging me upwards. I couldn’t stop laughing as he pulled me close, reaching his hand up to search through my hair and feel over the area I’d hit. When I managed to unscrew my eyes and I saw his face, still covered in mixture, and my laughter increased, Harry’s smile growing but his head shaking. “Does it hurt?” He asked. “Oh my god.” I cackled. “Fee, does it hurt?” “Yeah, it kills but-” “Oi, Fee-Fee, just… let me feel for a bump. Stop giggling!” He tried. “You could be concussed or-” “It’s not that bad.” “Well I’d rather check. Stay still for a sec.” I bit my lip to contain my giggles, resting my forehead against his. He found the right spot, only pressing tenderly against the area but it stung, my left eye scrunching shut. I found it so adorable how seriously he was taking all of it. “Does that hurt?” He asked quietly. “Mm.” “Shit. There’s a bit of a bump there. You wanna stop?” I shook my head, but he didn’t seem fully convinced. He reached his hand up to my face, brushing his thumb beneath my eyes, checking over my face in silence for a few moments. “I promise I’m fine.” I told him, my laughter dying out. “Sure?” “Yeah. Promise you don’t need to look after me.” “I kinda like looking after you.” He shrugged. “Even though… m’not sure you need it.” “The bump on my head begs to differ.” He sniggered, removing his fingers from the swelling and organising some of my hair for me, then wiping away some of the dessert mix that was still on my face. I returned the favour, his eyes creasing as I did, cheeks chubby and crow’s-feet large. We spent a short while in silence, the tips of my hair being twirled by Harry’s fingers, his eyes fixed on my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as attracted to you as I am right now.” He told me quietly. Bashful, I dropped my head, attempting to ignore his coquettish smirk, but it was impossible. I couldn’t even shrug it off, tell him he was being silly, because I knew he wasn’t just saying it for the sake of saying it, to make me go all giddy and coy. He’d simply looked at me, felt it, and said it. No pretences, no showboating, just honesty. Being with him was a thing of beauty.

February 21st I loved how bright Harry’s room was in the morning. It seemed no matter the weather, the sun would burst through the dusty glass, scour through the green leaves that sat soaking up the rays, and wake the two of us with serenity and ease. But as I opened my eyes to another day, I noticed that Harry was already awake, sat at the end of his bed, head in his hand, his back taut, and phone pressed against his ear. “I don’t wanna sell it.” I heard him grumble, quiet for a few seconds as whoever was on the other end of the call replied. “I know that, but I don’t… I don’t know.” I extended my leg, gently kicking his back to make him aware that I was awake and his conversation was no longer a private one. He turned around to gage me, producing a smile for me even though it was a noticeably weak one, reaching down by his side to lay his hand on my ankle, greeting me physically and calmly as he turned his face back to the windows. But he didn’t move. I’d really thought he’d take the conversation elsewhere, but he remained where he was, rubbing his thumb over my skin in a soothing manner, listening carefully to the caller. “Where?” He mumbled, then seemed frustrated by the reply he received. “For fuck sake. When?” I sat myself up, hitching towards the end of the bed so I was close to him, reaching to pinch at the bottom of his neck, kneed over the area in the hope of relaxing his rigid frame. I didn’t have a clue who he might be talking to, or what they were saying that was leaving him so morose.  He seemed miserable, frustrated, exasperated, tired. He reacted to my touch, if only slightly, freeing a moderate sigh and lifting his head. “Fine… Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll get the soonest flight I can.” My stomach dropped at his words. “But it’s just a discussion. M’still not sure.” I wondered if it was something to do with his mother, if he was still in touch with someone who was looking for where she lived, how to get in touch with her, but I couldn’t make much sense of what he was saying. He hung up rapidly, dropping his phone down to the floor without a care. I hated seeing him so blue. “Is everything okay?” I asked gingerly, moving to sit right at his side. “Everything’s fine.” His words and his smile were unpersuasive, turning to me and laying his hand on my bare thigh. “You sure?” He nodded, shifting closer and then leaning in to kiss me tenderly, his mouth slow and subtle. It was only a brief embrace before he’d pulled away, kissing the tip of my nose for a moment, so solemn that I could barely stand looking at his face. “I have to go away for a while.” “How long?” “Just a few days or… weeks, m’not sure.” He was disappearing again. I felt like I was going to cry, even though that seemed completely ridiculous. I had this bad feeling about it, like maybe he wouldn’t come back for some reason, I wasn’t sure why. But at least this time I’d had some warning. The last two times he’d left, I hadn’t known about it until I’d seen the sign on the door leading into his gym. At least this time he was actually telling me; that felt like progress. I looked down, forcing myself not to cry because he hadn’t really given me a reason to. I guess I was paranoid, more than anything. I was worried something bad would happen, that he was thinking of moving somewhere else again. “Okay.” I accepted sombrely. “Sorry.” “You just seem so sad, I don’t like it.” “I’m sad because I don’t wanna go.” “Then don’t.” He lowered his head to reach my mouth and kissed me again, pecking over my motionless lips, and I knew he was trying to comfort me, but it was difficult to feel reassured after witnessing him during that call. “I have to, Fee-Fee.” He whispered. “I’ve got… some things I need to sort.” I could tell by how vague he was being that he didn’t want to discuss whatever it was, so I simply nodded, not questioning it because I wasn’t even sure I wanted to hear his answer. “You promise you’ll come back?” I fretted. “Of course I’ll come back.” “I worry, because-” “You don’t need to worry, I promise. I wouldn’t just leave you like that, Alfie. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” He sounded so assertive, so sure of what he was saying that it became truly difficult to continue doubting him. He put his hands on my waist, taking my weight and shifting my body so that I was straddling him, hiding his face against my neck and kissing caringly, his tongue snaking over my skin as I frailly gripped onto tufts of his hair. I guess another reason I didn’t want him to leave was because I knew how much I’d miss him. He had become such a constant in my life, someone who I spent the majority of my time with, and I didn’t like the thought of my days without him. I could no longer imagine an evening where I wasn’t nuzzled into his side or experiencing his adoring words. It could have been two days or two weeks, but I knew I’d miss him terribly. Harry brought his lips to mine, doing everything he could to instil some confidence into me. “Please don’t worry. All I want is to be here with you. Don’t think about anything else.” He gasped. “It’s just me and you.” “Just me and you.” I said back to him. I hoped that whenever he came back from where he was going, he’d feel comfortable talking to me, telling me where he’d been and why he’d been there, but I could never be too sure with him. I was getting closer and closer with him, day by day and week by week, but there was this part of me that worried I’d always feel like he was keeping something from me, that there would always be secrets and I’d always be speculating about something. Our kiss soothed far too quickly, and I could see he was trying to perk up, likely for my benefit. “M’gunna go for a shower, then check for flights. Don’t leave yet, okay?” “Okay.” After one final kiss, I got off him so that he could get to his feet, watching him sulk out of his bedroom before I sat back down, trying my very best not to overthink everything and jump to conclusions about a scenario I didn’t have any idea about. It wasn’t worth overthinking something so equivocal, and I knew that, but I also knew I wouldn’t find it as easy as simply telling myself not to worry or hearing him say I didn’t need to worry. Harry was a complex character, and the way he handled his emotions and his life seemed just as intricate from what I knew of him. On some occasions his actions and choices had been much more harmful than good, and once again he wasn’t allowing me in to help him, to support him. Maybe he didn’t need my help, but how anxious the call seemed to have made him lead me to believe he could’ve benefitted from a little succour. Once more, I was scrambling in the search for answers to unknown questions, puzzling over another mystery surrounding a boy I knew so much and yet so little about, a boy I was falling for. I just really didn’t want him to leave.

[endofjunee]

📖 sweet, sweet fate by @bottomlinsons Harry’s lived with a NSFW soulmark for almost twenty-five years now. When he finally meets the man responsible, he gives him a little piece of his mind. 🌷 Everywhere And Nowhere by @2tiedships2​ Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food." "What has he given you?" Liam asked.Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though." "Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school." "What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?" "I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you." Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"

📖 all we can do is keep breathing by @avocadolouie “Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis’ soul, it’s so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty “I’m so sorry” that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn’t at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it.  Or, a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together. 🌷 Baby Honey by @bringmetheharry “Lou, did you see these little baby tea boxes I found yesterday?” He tossed one towards Louis and watched as it thumped Louis in the head. Louis groaned and reached for the little box, rolling it around in his hands, “If you’re about to make a joke about me. I strongly suggest you don’t.” Harry frowned and bounced his tea bag in the water watching the liquid darken, “M’ not! I just thought the baby tea boxes were cute.” Louis’ eyes narrowed and he looked at the tiny boxes, and back at Harry. Harry watched, he could see the wheels turning inside of Louis’ mind. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Louis looked at the box once more and back at Harry Or, After four years of Marriage, Harry discovers he is expecting. He could go home and hand the ultrasound photo to his amazing husband, Louis. Or… he could have some fun with this. Only Louis catching on to all the hints Harry is dropping. Or is he? 📖 Do You Wanna Ride by @phd-mama When Liam’s attractive new business partner wins riding lessons with Harry, hilarity ensues. 🌷 Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by @toomanylarrytears A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue. 📖 the act of making noise by @suspendrs “Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.” It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?” “Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.”  Or, Louis’s famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont. 🌷 Laundry Room by @thelovejandles The third Wednesday of the new year, Louis finds himself in the laundry room, just as he was the last Wednesday and the one before that. He’s doing pretty well with his New Year’s resolution. The only problem so far is the company he finds in the laundry room. It seems that it’s just him and one other boy who’ve chosen late Wednesday nights as prime laundry-doing time. That wouldn’t be a problem except for who the other boy is. He’s seen this boy around; it’s hard to miss the long-legged, long-haired dream that lives in Louis’ complex. He likes to wear very sheer shirts and very high boots; he is incredibly fucking gorgeous and yeah, Louis’ noticed him but he’s never spoken to him. Until tonight, apparently.  Or, Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can’t stop staring at Harry and he can’t figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry. 📖 your rainbow will come smiling through by @hazkabaan When harry isn’t working at his stepfather’s cafe, he’s trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he’s not doing any of those things, he’s talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he’s elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he’s been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it’s better to just let sleeping dogs lie.  Or, a cinderella story au 🌷 Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by @allwaswell16 Louis is having a personal crisis, a third Valentine’s Day being single. Unless he meets someone this week at the high end department store he works at, he’ll be stuck going to Niall’s Valentine’s Day party–again.  Or, the one where Harry mistakes Louis for a mannequin. 📖 Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake by @all-these-larrythings Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn’t know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he’s ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him. 🌷 Latching Onto You by @reminiscingintherain “Wait a sec,” Harry interrupted. “Zayn and Liam?” “Yeah, my best mates, who are getting married?” Louis said slowly, slightly baffled at the question. “This is a gay wedding?” “Is that going to be a problem?” Louis asked, his voice losing its friendly edge and taking on a decidedly icy tone.  Or, the one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends’ wedding. 📖 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing. 🌷 streetwise hercules by @bottomlinsons “I said,” Louis’ voice is venomous, “who the fuck is this?”  Right.  This is Harry’s part.  Or Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to scare away his one night stands. 📖 Counterbalance by @louandhazaf Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class. 🌷 cut your teeth on my heart by @turnyourankle (WIP) Louis has worked as a security officer for years, but he’s handed his first opportunity to be team lead. The assignment is nothing like what he expected. Harry has spent years trying to distance himself from the pressure of the Twist name and legacy. But it’s going to be hard to avoid when his mum hires him a bodyguard. 📖 wild love twisting all over for you by @angelichl Harry and Louis meet on the set of a video.

[krreader]

BTS reacting to you getting hurt by sasaeng fans.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: bullying ; physical assault ; blood ; language genre: angst ; fluff

a/n: here love, I hope this is what you wanted ♥ (masterlists are in my description box)

kim seokjin

You had known from the start that you had to expect something like this.

That dating not only any member from BTS, but the visual, would make people angry, especially the fans that were absolutely mental anyways.

At first it had been fine, but the longer your relationship with Jin lasted, the worse it became and now you were staring at pictures on your Instagram that had side by side comparison of Jin looking casual, but still handsome as fuck, and pictures of you looking casual, that were completely unflattering, with the caption: “Can you all believe someone like Jin is dating one of those Harry Potter house elves?”

You closed your eyes and put down your phone, rubbing your hands over your face.

That's when your boyfriend entered the bedroom.

“Dinner is ready.”

“Yeah.. I'll be there in a sec,” you took a deep breath and faked a smile as you looked at him, but he immediately saw right through you.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Everything's fine, don't worry.”

He glanced at your phone, sitting down and turning it around, the screen still being lit.

And you didn't do anything to stop him.

“Jagi.. we talked about this..-”

“I know. but sometimes I just come across them..”

“Don't take it to heart what they say about you. To me you are the most beautiful woman on this planet,” he brushed your hair behind your ear, “You could wear a trash bag and I'd still call you that.”

“Would you?” you snorted, falling against his chest, “I might try it out soon..”

“Please do, so I can prove it to you,” he kissed the crown of your head, meaning every word he just said.

min yoongi

“Yoongi,” you sobbed into the speaker, your boyfriend immediately jumping up, having all his band members around him jump as well.

“What happened? Where are you?”

“I think someone hacked my phone.. I.. I don't know how, but there's pictures of us online and.. and I don't know what to do.. oh my god, I'm so sorry.”

The first thing he did was get you and bring you to BigHit. He didn't want you to be alone in that state. So while Bang and Namjoon talked about what they could do, you leaned against Yoongi's chest, completely exhausted.

“Don't worry, okay? It's going to be fine..”

Would it, though? That person posted normal couple pictures, nothing too bad for now. But you knew there were.. other pictures on your phone and you knew you were in deep trouble if she posted these.

You were genuinely scared that she might start to threaten you and tell you to do whatever she wanted or she'd post them.

“I'm sorry..”

“This isn't your fault,” he kissed your forehead, “Don't blame yourself for this..”

Whatever would happen, you'd figure it out.

Together.

jung hoseok

Usually, Hoseok loved doing fan signs. He loved interacting with the people that supported him and his members.

But sometimes, there were fans like the one in front of him right now. And then he had a hard time separating idol and normal human being with feelings.

“You could do a lot better, you know?” she turned around to look at you chatting with one of the managers in the back, not bothering anyone, “She's way too ugly for you,” that was the second you turned your head and looked dead into her eye, gulping down hard.

What Hoseok wanted to do, was tell her to fuck off, tell her what a piece of shit she was for insulting his girlfriend. What he did, was sign her album and push it away without saying another word, the security being the one to tell her to move on.

And when you and him left afterwards, it was that same girl that yelled: “You're better than her!”

This time, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned over to kiss your cheek, a small smile on his face, “I love you.. you know that?”

“Say it again..”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

kim namjoon

There were crazy fans everywhere, apparently, even on his weekend trip with you.

He had left you alone for two minutes to get drinks and when he came back, he found three girls standing around you and the closer he got, the more he realized they were insulting you.

It was only when they saw him, that they were all over him, flailing and screaming.

Namjoon was able to grab you and pull you into the restricted area of the hotel where the girls wouldn't be able to follow you and as soon as you were back in your hotel room, he wrapped his arms around you and let you cry against his chest.

“I'm so sorry, baby.. so sorry,” when picking this destination, he had thought you would finally be able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet after you had been getting attacked for the past months.

But apparently that wasn't the case anywhere.

park jimin

He was in the other room, doing a VLIVE that you were watching on your phone.

However, the comment section wasn't spammed with hearts, but with mean things they were saying about you.

And it got to the point where Jimin had no other choice but to address it, “Why are you all so mean to (Y/N)? She's stayed out of the public eye, isn't taking me away from you and is taking good care of me.. I don't.. I don't understand why you all hate her. And it really makes me sad.. to know someone I love is being attacked just for loving me back..”

You quickly sent him a message, telling him to stop or it would get worse, but he hadn't even started yet.

“I've been staying quiet on this for so long.. do you know how often she cries because of this? And do you know how rarely I can hold her, because I'm gone, working for you guys? Yet she never once complains. She cries on her own and I can't be there.. those of you who are in a relationship.. you understand, right? You understand how hard it is to see the person you love so sad.. so please, I'm begging you to stop this.. for her sake, as well as for mine.”

kim taehyung

“Taehyung! Taehyung!” fans were screaming like crazy, managers and security trying to push you through the crowd, Taehyung's arm protectively around you, while people tried grabbing you.

And then one of them did, pulled you to the ground and had the audacity to kick you.

Security pulled her aside, literally throwing her to the ground, while Taehyung helped you get back up and ran away with you and the managers.

It was only when you were in the car, that he managed to take a good look at you. You weren't saying anything, tears running out of your eyes, as you pressed the tissue against your bleeding nose.

“I'm sorry..”

That's the only response you ever got from him when you were hurt like this.

And of course, it wasn't his fault, but this was the third incident in a month and if it continued like this, you would end up getting killed sooner or later.

And you weren't sure if that would be worth it.

jeon jeongguk

Concerts were supposed to be fun. A place where fans could connect and watch their favorite artists perform, not a place for them to hate on their girlfriends.

You were sitting somewhere with your friends, one of them pointing at a banner a fan had brought that literally said: “I hope you choke (Y/N) to death.”

And it wasn't just seen by you.

“There is someone in the pit with a banner hoping I'll choke (Y/N) to death. Can you throw her out?” Jeongguk said plain and simple to both managers and security.

He helped them locate her and they did indeed throw her out, even though it was quite a bit of trouble pushing through.

But he would not have someone like that be in the same room as you were, even if he might get into trouble for it later.

Your safety, both physically and mentally, was more important to him.

[quietlyapocalyptic]

This probably a bad idea to pitch since you’re still writing the ‘Going Down Swinging’ series buuuut I’m a curious pixie😅 Anyway, I’m surprised you haven’t done a ‘Field Trip to SI’ fic that shows Peter being a little shit with his (totally not but they’re not fooling anyone) adoptive dads??

Ha, you’re right, I am still working on that series (and a heap of other stuff, it’s been busy but I’m having fun). Still, I thought I could write a short thing for you. A short thing that ended up a little longer than expected, as per usual. Oh well. Enjoy!

“You have got to be kidding me,” Peter said flatly, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared at the smirking teenager who had appeared out of nowhere– who had definitely not been on the bus with their class on the way to Avengers Tower.

“Peter,” Ned said, reaching out to frantically slap at Peter’s arm, not quite hitting his mark as his wide eyes were locked on the newcomer. “Is that—”

“Nope, definitely not,” Peter said, nudging Ned around to keep moving with the rest of the group. “Ignore him, please.”

“My, that is rude.” A black eyebrow arched perfectly over bright green eyes, and Peter gnashed his teeth.

“Really?” he asked. “You promised. No mischief.”

“I am sure I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t even sound like a teenager.”

“Of course I do.”

“Loki—"

“My name is Lewis,” Loki said, cocking his head. “Do you not recognise me? I’ve been in your class since the start of the year.”

“You have not—”

“Students, in a line!” Ms Warren called, struggling to be heard over the excited chatter as everyone tried to see all that they could of the lobby of Avengers Tower. They were there for a physics field trip, to learn about the arc reactor technology that ran the tower– though most of the class were more excited about the possibility of something else.

“I wonder if we’ll see an Avenger,” Flash said, craning his neck and not noticing that he was getting in all the other students’ way.

“I think there’s a chance,” Loki replied as he filed into line, and Flash turned to him with an unimpressed look.

“Do I know you?”

“You should.” Loki’s tone held far more weight than was necessary, and Peter was this close to burying his head in his hands. But, then– “I know you, after all. We worked on a project together last month.”

Loki put just the right amount of sad confusion into his words that Flash rolled his eyes, clearly dismissing Loki as someone who, well, only deserved to be dismissed. It was a response that Peter knew well.

“Right,” Flash said, turning back to his friends with a snort.

“Is he always like that?” Loki asked, glancing to Peter.

Peter merely shrugged, and Loki frowned.

“You don’t have to worry,” Peter said quickly, not liking the look in Loki’s eye. “I’m used to it.”

Loki’s frown deepened. “So am I.”

He didn’t say anything else, and as Ms Warren ushered them all into an education room to be greeted by the SI employee who would be their tour guide, Loki followed. Peter was glad he didn’t recognise the guide, and that they didn’t recognise him– this was already awkward enough as it was. He should have just stayed home.

Loki tagged along for the following tour, seeming to find great amusement in the confusion of the students and the harried teacher alike. At first, Peter felt like curling in on himself, knowing that Loki was only there because he was– but as time passed, Peter found himself enjoying having Loki on the trip. After all, the visit to the Tower really would have been boring otherwise, what with Peter already knowing everything SI would release to the public about the arc reactor, and even a little more on top of that, thanks to the times he had spent in Tony’s workshop. Having Loki there made it bearable– especially when Flash’s hair turned a bright, bright green, and every time anyone tried to tell him about it they only managed to compliment him on how good it looked, as if they had been tongue-tied.

Peter thought about telling Loki to stop harassing Flash, because it wasn’t really fair. But he knew that Loki wouldn’t listen, would probably only move on to another trick, so he just settled in for the ride. But then, when they were down in the sub levels and listening to the explanations on the arc reactor, yet another familiar face arrived.

“Oh, there you are.”

Their guide stopped mid-sentence and stared, and even Ms Warren seemed lost for words, as if they couldn’t quite believe that Tony Stark was making his way toward them, his eyes narrowing in on the group of students.

“I apologise,” Tony said, not pausing his determined strides. “I’ve just misplaced something, won’t be a sec.”

He didn’t need to push his way through the crowd of students, because they parted before him like the Red Sea. A few seemed to be visibly vibrating, and Flash’s hand was darting toward his pocket every couple of seconds, as if he wanted to get out his phone but worried that it wouldn’t be well received, chewing on his lip as if trying to make a decision. Others had their phones out regardless, not shy at all about turning around and trying to get a selfie with Tony Stark in the background.

Tony didn’t seem to care– Peter supposed that he was probably used to it. He merely continued forward in his focused charge, heading straight toward where Peter was standing. Peter held his breath, because surely Tony wouldn’t.

But, thankfully, it wasn’t Peter that he was after.

“Hey!” Loki exclaimed as Tony’s hand curled around his shoulder. “You can’t just come in here and grab me. I’m a student!”

Ms Warren looked like she was about to agree, but Tony cut his way in with a wave of his hand.

“Oh, shush,” Tony said. “Thor’s making pancakes right now, and if I have to suffer that, you’re coming with me.”

“I’m on a field trip,” Loki hissed.

“And I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself.” Tony glanced to Flash with an amused grin before turning back. “Now, come on. Pancakes, kitchen, five minutes.”

Loki let out a heavy sigh, and as Peter watched his body shimmered with green light before returning to the shape he wore most often– tall and intimidating and adult.

The class broke out into excited mutters, and Loki rolled his eyes. “Honestly,” he quipped. “If you all spent more time listening to your teacher instead of gossiping about the Avengers, you would have more chance of becoming impressive enough to catch their attention.”

Ms Warren made a bit of a strangled sound, and while Peter would commend Loki for trying – though he doubted it was meant that way regardless – he knew there was no way something so simple would make them focus more in class. Ms Warren probably knew that as well, to be honest.

Tony merely laughed, wrapping an arm around Loki’s waist and leaning in to press a kiss to Loki’s cheek. Loki seemed to lean into the touch fondly, his expression softening as all irritation melted away.

“Very well,” he said. “But if the same thing happens as last time, I refuse to clean the ceiling again. Thor can do that himself.”  

Tony grinned at that, but gave his agreement. And just before they left, Tony’s gaze slid over to Flash once more.  

“Hey, kid,” he called, and Flash’s eyes widened. “Nice hair.”

Flash looked like he was about to faint, and Tony glanced to Peter with a wink. Then, in another flash of bright green magic, both Tony and Loki were gone.

It took a few minutes for Ms Warren to get the class back under control– they were all showing each other their phones, trying to see who got the best angle, hurrying to post their pics to Twitter and Instagram and Snapchat and everywhere else that they could. Flash had yet to totally recover, and Peter couldn’t wait to see his face when he finally caught sight of his reflection.

“Peter,” Ned said, turning to him breathlessly. “That was Tony Stark. And Loki. Avengers. Will you introduce me? Do you reckon you could get me an autograph? How does a Norse God learn how to make pancakes?”

“Google,” Peter replied, feeling a little worn out but not quite able to curb his smile at his friend’s enthusiasm. They quietened then as Ms Warren finally managed to direct them back to the guide and the reactor. But as everyone pretended to listen, Ned leaned back in again.

“Do you think we could visit for pancakes one time?” Ned whispered. “They like you, right?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Peter told him.

Ned deflated a little, and Peter patted his arm in consolation.

“Trust me, Ned,” he sighed. “You really don’t want to try Thor’s pancakes.”

[ladyknightleyisundercover]

fireworks

Forever out of practise, and this is silly, but I love Bonfire Night and these two so this happened. Forgive me. 

“It’s busy out tonight,” Ginny says, arriving back at Grimmauld Places after a day’s training.

“Well, yeah,” Harry replies, coming over to kiss her cheek. “It’s Bonfire Night.”

“Oh, I’d forgotten about that,” she says, returning his kiss, then going to hang her cloak up on the wall. “That was fun, last year.” They’d gate-crashed a party in Holyhead, a school or some kids’ group that had hastily thrown together a bonfire and some fireworks as a fundraiser. Harry had thought that Ginny might get bored—muggle fireworks were clearly nowhere near as impressive as the ones she’d grown up with, and nothing will ever compete with Fred and George’s display in fifth year—but she’d been enchanted by it all. It was nothing like you’d get in the wizarding world, but maybe that was the point. And Harry, who had few pleasant experiences of the muggle world, had been enchanted by her, and so, between them, they’d managed a pretty special night.

“Shall we do it again?” she asks, hands hovering over the cloak she’s just hung up.

“What, go to Holyhead?” he asks. “Or somewhere else?”

“Where else is there?” asks Ginny.

“Oh, everywhere,” he says. “Everywhere has Bonfire Night parties. Ron said he and Hermione are going to one down by her parents’ house. The Scouts have organised it, it’s in the field behind the car park of the pub just down from where they live. Ron’s donated one of Hermione’s woolly bladder hats for the Guy.”

“Sounds glamorous,” she says.

“Well,” Harry shrugs, “there’ll be things like that up and down the country. Backyard parties. Schools and what have you getting some fireworks in for the littles. But if you want glamour, there’s always bigger and better ones in the cities. I’m sure if we walk over to Hyde Park, we’ll find something. Some of those are almost as good as your brother’s ones.”

“I’m not fussed,” says Ginny. “I just feel like seeing some fireworks, don’t you? It’s been ages since we’ve been out, just us two. Let’s go somewhere. Have fun. Eat a toffee apple and play with the sparklers.”

“Where do you want to go?”

She walks over to him, wraps her arms around his waist. “Not fussed,” she repeats. “Wherever you fancy. Whatever you fancy,” she adds lightly. “Whoever you fancy.”

He raises an eyebrow, about to make some silly remark in reply, when he’s struck by a sudden thought, and pulls back from her. “Meet me in the garden in five minutes.”

“What for?” she asks, but he’s shaking his head, already halfway to the back door. “Do you have a plan, Mr Potter?”

“You better believe I do,” he says, stepping out into the cold, dark night. 

“Garden. Five minutes.” She salutes, laughing, and he pops his head back inside the house. “Oh, and wrap up warm. Really warm. Like, twelve old Christmas jumpers warm. I know you’ve got them, and trust me, you’ll need them.”

“If you promise a girl fireworks, you should really be more focussed on taking clothes off, rather than putting more on,” she says.

His head, which had vanished, reappears around the door. “I can give you fireworks whatever you’re wearing,” he says, voice low and husky. She shivers, which has nothing to do with the cold air coming in from the open door. “Five minutes!” he reminds her, grinning, and she dashes off upstairs.

Three and a half minutes later—patience has never been her strong suit—she’s wrapped up in the warmest clothes she owns, including last year’s hand-knitted Christmas jumper (which her mother had made Holyhead Harpies’ green, with a big red Quaffle on the front. Ron and George had delightedly told her that it looked more like a giant boil than a Quaffle, which had led to her exacting her revenge through what had been referred to ever since as the Great Christmas Pudding Incident. But it’s still a warm jumper, and that’s what Harry had demanded). She dashes over to the back bedroom, and leans out of the window that overlooks the garden.

‘Garden’ is perhaps a little optimistic: none of the Blacks had had a great interest in gardening, and for all the years Grimmauld Place had been abandoned, the scrub of land behind the kitchen had just become more and more overgrown. Since Harry has been living there, they’ve made an effort to clear it, but it’s still just really a small patch of grass—now covered with slippery fallen leaves and a rickety old shed at the end, filled with spiders so large they make her understand Ron’s fear.

She largely avoids the place, particularly once autumn sets in, but she’s sure that the last time she was in it, there wasn’t an enormous motorbike and sidecar revving away there.

“You like it?” Harry calls up, seeing her hanging out of the window.

“Is that Sirius’s old bike?” she asks. Harry nods. “I thought that was in bits in the bottom of Dad’s shed?”

“Ah. Well. About that,” he says, scratching his head slowly, and in that moment, he sounds so like her father, caught doing something he shouldn’t by her mother, that she laughs, her breath fogging in front of her. “We’ve been...fixing it up a bit.”

“Just a bit,” she agrees. The last time she’d seen it had quite literally been in bits; she’d thought that after it had crashed, on the night Harry was taken from his aunt and uncle’s by the Order, that had been the last of it. “How did it get here?”

“Hagrid took the parts back to your Dad a few years ago,” he says. “He kept them, happened to mention it to me. By rights, it’s mine—Sirius left me everything. But I had no idea what to do with it. So your Dad suggested we fix it up together, so...we did. We started whilst you were at school, and now it’s just whenever you were training, and I had a free weekend. I pop over, we do a bit of fettling. We test-flew it over here a few months back.”

“Bit of fettling,” she echos. “God, Potter, you’re such a nerd.”

“You love it, though,” he calls. “Anyway. Want a ride?” He steps forward as he says it, and suddenly he’s a lot more illuminated by the moon than he was a second ago, so she can see that he’s wearing an old leather jacket. She vaguely recognises it as Sirius’s, too, but from her memories, Sirius did not look like that in it. He did not look like that at all. She realises that she’s biting her lip unconsciously, leaning further forwards out of the window—any further and she’ll practically fall out—and sees Harry smirk. “Want a ride?” he repeats.

She should’ve bought him a leather jacket years ago.

“Give me a sec,” she calls down. Harry looks fine—but she won’t be beaten. Two can play at this game.

In their room, she pulls off the jumper and rummages into the depths of her wardrobe. Harry isn’t the only one with a hand-me-down jacket. Her hands close around the soft leather and she pulls it out carefully, staring at it for a long moment before she puts it on. It’s worn with age—a vintage find, it had been explained to her, years ago—and covered in band patches, some she loves and some she’s never even heard of.

And, very faintly, a smell of perfume. She never found out the particular scent Tonks wore, but it’s there, impregnated into the leather, and for a moment she just inhales.

Andromeda had presented her with her daughter’s jacket just before she left for Hogwarts for the final time. Ginny had been reluctant to accept it, at first, but Andromeda had insisted. “It needs to be lived in,” she’d said, and in the end, Ginny had accepted it. She loved it, and took it out to look at every so often. Sometimes, she’d even contemplated wearing it—she had an amazing dragonhide miniskirt she was sure it would look great with—but she hadn’t yet dared to do so. It felt like a step too far, in a way she couldn’t explain.

But now, she slips it on, staring at herself in the mirror as she does so. She’s not sure what she expects—fireworks?—but, after a moment, she finally gets what Andromeda had meant. The jacket does need to be lived in, and it fits her like a glove. There’s a part of her that instantly decides she won’t wear anything else, ever again. She pulls her hair into a ponytail, teasing some strands out around her face and replaces her trainers with a pair of combat boots, just to get the full effect. Her cheeks are naturally flushed from the cold a moment ago, and she grins at herself in the mirror.

“Harry Potter,” she says, “eat your heart out.”

“He’ll certainly something, dear,” the mirror replies, and Ginny cackles, running for the stairs.

“That took you a while,” Harry calls, hearing her open the back door. “I was beginning to think that I should...not complain,” he finishes, changing tack as he turns around. He looks her slowly up and down. “Nice jacket.”

“Thanks,” she grins. “Nice jacket.”

“Thanks,” he says, grinning back. “So. Sidecar or pillion?”

She snorts. “Pillion, obviously.” She helps him to unhook the sidecar from the bike, already itching to climb aboard. What she really wants to do is drive the thing, but she gets that this is Harry’s—an all-too-rare connection to his godfather. There’ll be time enough in the future for her to have her turn, but tonight she’ll follow his lead. He climbs aboard, then gets straight back off again.

“I forgot,” he says, raising his wand. “Safety first,” he says gallantly, handing her one of two helmets that have just zoomed over from the shed.

“Are we riding to the display in Hyde Park?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “Nah, we’re flying. But just in case, you know? I wouldn’t want the Harpies’ star chaser to miss a match thanks to concussion.”

“We’re playing Chuddley next week. I could probably play blindfold, with a concussion, and my hands tied behind my back and we’d still win,” she says mildly, but puts it on anyway. “So, where are we going?”

Harry grins. “Everywhere.”

“Everywhere?”

“Yes,” he says. “Why pick one show, when you can fly around them all. I’ve always wondered what fireworks would look like from above. Why not find out? Let’s just go, and see how many different displays we can see.”

Ginny grins. “That, Mr Potter, is a very good plan,” she says, delighted. “Wait. Won’t the muggles see us?”

Harry shakes his head. “Invisibility booster,” he says, pointing to a button on the front.

“Is that legal?”

“Eh,” he says, wiggling his hand. “I mean. I’m an Auror. Your Dad’s Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department. I’m sure it’s fine. I can always claim I’ve apprehended you committing some crime, and I’m flying you and the evidence back to the Ministry.”

“Oh, they’ll buy that, I’m sure,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“If I tie you up really tightly, I’m sure they will,” he shrugs.

“Is that a promise?” she asks, and he pulls a face.

“Let’s just get going,” he says, helping her climb aboard.

He pulls on his helmet and slides in in front of her, so she wraps her arms around him tightly, pressing her body against his back. “Ready?” he calls, over the noise of the engine.

“Always,” she shouts back, and Harry reverses slightly, hitting the invisibility booster as he does so. They back up as far as they can in the small space, and he revs the engine twice. Then, in less than a moment, they’re off, straight up in the air from the back garden of Grimmauld Place. They rise higher and higher, Ginny squeezing him tightly, then they shoot off across London.

“Look!” she cries, pointing to her left where, already, she can see a firework display a few miles off. Greens, pinks, yellows and reds flash through the sky for a second, and she thinks of all the people down on the ground, oohing and ahhing together. The view is different from up here, and the noise from the engine cancels out any bangs from the fireworks themselves. It’s strange and new and wonderful and she loves it already.

“Ahead,” Harry shouts, nodding his head towards another display even further off, just tiny flashes of light in the far distance. She presses herself closer, placing her head on his shoulder, and they drive forwards, together, into the darkness.

[allison-rosewood-maximoff]

Return to the Isle ( Part 4)

Title: Return to the Isle.

Author: Gráinne x

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Synopsis: Part 4 to my Harry Hook Mini Series. Found Here. Reader eventually comes face to face with Harry Hook on the Isle of the lost.

A/N: I swear I don’t mean to be so late with these posts. But I’m just a lazy person. But here we go… finally. Lol I hope you enjoy let me know what you think and I’ve a feeling we might have two more parts to come. Love Always G xx 💜

Part One / Part Two / Part Three /

 Y/N lay on Carlos’ bed sketching away, coloured pencils everywhere. Three in her hair, two in her hand, one her mouth it was just pencils everywhere. She could hear Carlos mumbling something about “it not being the right time” but Y/N was so busy with the new sketches she barely paid any attention.

Until Mal burst through the door, flashes from the cameras caught Y/Ns attention as she glanced up to see a flustered Mal. “Hey Mal” Y/N gleamed

Before she could answer the news caught Mal’s attention “Mal must be counting the days until the Royal Cotillion, when she will officially become a Lady of the Court.”

Mal grabbed the remote in anger cutting off the news.

Y/N glanced at Carlos worried. “Whoa, easy girl”

 Mal still frustrated and upset lashed out. “What? You think this is so easy? You don’t have people taking your photo every time you open your mouth to say Boo! I mean it’s not like I could even say Boo. But you know what I mean… I’m sorry”

Y/N sat up right on the bed, sketches long forgotten. Something had clearly spooked Mal. “Don’t you guys ever miss screaming at people and just making them run away from you?” she asked.

Y/N stood from the bed and made her way over to comfort Mal, she wrapped her in a big hug and whispered in ear so only Mal could hear. “Yes”

Mal smiled weakly at Y/N knowing how much she missed Harry.

“You’re thinking of my Mother, and I was usually on the other end of that. So, not really no.” Carlos finished.

 Carlos stood and made his way over to the two girls “Did you bring it?” Y/N confused looked at Mal, then at Carlos, back to Mal and back at Carlos again.  “Am I missing something?” she asked pointing between Mal and Carlos.

Before either one could answer the sound of the door opening caught their attention. Definitely wasn’t anyone they were expecting.

Chad crept through the door expecting no one to be in the room, trying and failing to sneak into the room unsuspected. When he finally managed to close the door as quietly as possible he turned to face the room, where he was met with three very confused and annoyed faces.

“Hi.” Chad blushed “Just came to use your 3D printer won’t be a sec” Y/N put her hand up to stop Chad from moving any further “Hold on” “How’d you get a key to Carlos’ room?” “Oh I printed it off the last time I was in here” He smirked, proudly

Carlos looking torn between confused and unamused “Uhh…?” Chad picking up on the confusion finished the story “You guys were sleeping. Look I just…” “CHAD” Y/N shouted cutting Chad off mid-sentence. “You can’t go around breaking into other people’s rooms.”

“It’s just Carlos, your printer is so much better than mine, and you install these hacks and everything runs so much smoother than mine and –“ Carlos who was fuming at this stage pointed at the door “OUT NOW” Chad clearly not picking up on Carlos’ anger tried to stall “Fine, fine”

Chad sulked back heading for the door. Y/N glanced at Mal shaking her head. “Chad!” Chad faced the group hoping they’d let him use the printer. “What? Hmm?” “Leave the Key” Y/N said walking towards Chad, holding out her hand Chad sighed and placed the key in Y/N’s hand before sulking out of the room.

  When Y/N faced the two she could see they were in a deep conversation. Y/N could hear Jane’s name and something about a potion and she immediately knew Carlos had asked Mal to make a truth gummie.

“Carlos. You don’t need a truth gummie to tell Jane how you feel” Y/N spoke “Y/N’s right Carlos because this gummie is going to make you say the truth all the time no matter what. And the only reason we’re asking is because if I took that gummie right now, I would get myself sent back to the isle” Mal finished.

“Which not that it doesn’t sound appealing…” Y/N broke off

 Carlos stuck out his hand waiting for the gummie “I’ll take my chances” Mal shuck her head, disappointed “Okay” However, before Mal could hand it over Dude ate the gummie swallowing it whole. Carlos clearly frustrated shouted at Dude “BAD DOG” “Man that thing is nasty” Dude spoke

 Mal, Carlos and Y/N stood with mouths open wide, shocked that Dude spoke. “And you.. You just got to man up. And while you’re at it scratch my butt.” Carlos looked at Mal fear in his eyes “You heard him scratch his butt” Carlos looked at Y/N pleadingly, Y/N threw her hands up backing away “Nope he’s your dog” “You’re just going to leave me with him?”

Y/N grabbed her sketches and pencils quickly rushing out of the room with Mal in tow “YUP” the two girls called out.

 Y/N was so caught up in the romance novel that the loud bang scared her throwing her off the bed in fear. She peered over the edge of the bed curiously to see a sobbing Mal. “Mal?” Y/N asked curiously brushing her knees as she stood. “I don’t belong here” Mal cried grabbing clothes and bag quickly from under the bed. “Tell me about it” Y/N snorted. “I’m going back Y/N” Mal continued packing clothes, it was only until Y/N noticed the purple did she realise it was her old clothes, before she left the isle, before Auradon, before Ben.

 “Seriously?” Y/N gulped, this was a chance for Y/N. To go back, to see Harry, to explain and to see Uma. Without another thought Y/N grabbed the bag from under her bed, already filled with the necessities. “Let’s go then” she stated.

Mal stared at Y/N and then at the bag. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while?” she pointed at the bag Y/N sighed nodding “Yes but who was I going to tell, certainly not Evie. Now c’mon let’s go. Grab your mother”

Mal pierced a few holes in a cardboard box and grabbed her mother from the tank which she resided in. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand” “Hey” Y/N whined “That’s my line.”

 Y/N held on tightly to Mal as she drove the motorcycle to the edge of Auradon. She could see the Isle more clearly now. They were nearly home. Y/N handed Mal the spell book to get them across the water. “Noble steed, proud and fair, you shall take me anywhere” Mal handed the book back to Y/N as she placed in the bag. “Please work” Mal prayed

 Y/N squealed as the motorcycle bounced a few times on the water before reaching the Isle and breaking through the barrier. The skidded to a halt in the lower town. “Hey” “Watch it!” A few of the towns folk shouted and grumbled at the disturbance. Y/N scoffed “BITE ME” Mal turned to face Y/N grinning from ear to ear. Y/N high fived Mal, they made it to the Isle again. Mal pushed off and drove towards the hideout.

 Evie paced outside the door for a good few minutes. How could Y/N leave her here, how could Mal leave her here. She gripped the note tighter in her hands and pushed the door open to Ben’s office. “Ben?” Ben spun round to face Evie, face beaming. “Evie! C’mon in” he waved her in. Evie handed the note written in her sister’s hand writing to Ben “They’ve gone back to the Isle.” Ben sighed, sinking back into his chair.

“Ben…” “This is all my fault. I blew it with Mal. She’s been under so much pressure lately, and instead of being understanding I just went all Beast on her. I have to go there and apologize. I have to go there and beg her to come back.”

Evie sighed she knew Y/N really wanted to go back to the Isle she didn’t realise how much though. “Ben. You’ll never find her. I know Y/N has so many secret hideouts they could be in any of them. You need to know how the isle works and…” Evie trailed off as another idea hit her.

“You have to take me with you” Ben grinned “YES! Uh are..are you sure?” Evie nodded “Yes, Mal’s my best friend but Y/N’s my sister I need to find them both. Oh, we’ll bring the boys as well, because there’s safety in numbers. And none of us is too popular over there right now.” Ben hugged Evie tightly “Thank you”

Evie pushed Ben back to make sure he understood her properly. “Let’s get two things straight. You have to promise me that I won’t get stuck there again, or Y/N?” Ben nodded “I promise” “And there is no way you are going looking like that” Evie scoffed at his outfit. Evie grabbed Ben to get some Isle clothes that would help him blend in.

 Mal and Y/N made their way to Lady Tremaine’s Curl Up & Dye to get Mal’s old hair back. “Place hasn’t changed” Y/N declared looking around the room as young Dizzy swept the floor blasting tunes in her kick ass headphones. “Nope” Mal nodded Dizzy eventually noticed the two standing in the doorway and as always, she was super excited. “Mal. Y/N.” She hugged the two “Is Evie back too?” “As if!” Mal snorted. Y/N elbowed Mal to shut up. “No Dizzy she hasn’t come with us. It’s just us.” Y/N smiled.

Y/N walked off taking a little tour of the place as Mal and Dizzy talked. She noticed the broken mirror which she and Harry broke when they took their paintball fight into the shop, Dizzy clearly liked the splats of colour as she added to the ones they created. Y/N’s heart twinged thinking about Harry. She was this close, finally back on the isle again.

“How far can I go?” Dizzy asked “The works? I mean whatever makes me feel like me again. But you know…” “Way worse?” Y/N butted in. Mal winked at Y/N “Exactly” Dizzy jumped with joy at the news “Yay”

  Y/N sat on the chair filing her nails as she watched Mal get the whole treatment, first the hair, then her nails. After two and a half hours Dizzy spun Mal to face the broken mirror. Mal bent a little to look in the cracks. “There I am”

Y/N threw her feet off the table and stood up, “Eh Voila”

Mal handed Dizzy some money for her hard work. Dizzy was so shocked she smiled so brightly. “For me?” Mal nodded “Yea, you earned it.” Dizzy skipped over to the cash register to place it inside.

Y/N was grabbing her bags from the back when she heard the commotion. She made her way out from the back when a voice she longed to hear reached her ears. She knew Harry wouldn’t be able to see her from where she stood, but she could see him. “Fork it over ye runt.” Dizzy handed the money to Harry pouting. “Now the rest” Dizzy grumbled getting the rest out and handing it over too.

 Y/N scooted around the pillars to avoid being seen by Harry. After all this time, and not being able to see him, and now she could, she didn’t know if she was ready.

“hmm.. Thank you” Harry grinned waltzing towards the door. “Still running errands for Uma, or do you actually get to keep what you steal?” Mal snarked. Harry stopped, and turned slowly to face Mal, grinning from ear to ear “Well, Well, Well. What a nice surprise” Harry ran the hook through Mal’s hair. “Hi Harry” “Just wait till Uma hears your back. She’s never going to give you your old territory back.” “Oh, well that’s okay! Because I will be taking it” Mal sniped back. “I could hurt you” Harry threatened “Not without her permission, I bet.”

Harry tutted and waltzed out towards the door again, a little glimmer in his peripheral caught his attention and he slowly turned to face it.

Harry’s breath got caught in his chest. Y/N was here too. Sitting on one of Dizzy’s chairs looking anywhere but at him. Trying to act like you didn’t care but he noticed your leg bouncing, the anticipation, the anxiousness it was killing you.

Y/N rose up from the chair and finally made eye contact with Harry, he stood there long enough staring, it was starting to bother her. She knew Dizzy and Mal was watching the interaction between you both, least you could cut the tension with a butter knife.

 “Y/N/N?” Harry finally spoke. Y/N walked towards Harry holding her hand out, “Give it back” Harry looked confused. There she stood looking brilliant and fabulous as ever. Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand that held the money taking it with ease, he put up no fight. He was just glad you were back. “Here Dizzy” Y/N handed the money back over. Dizzy grabbed the money and ran to hide somewhere safe. “Your back” Harry spoke again. “Yes. Now leave… please” Y/N motioned towards the door. “But don’t you want to come back to Ursulas?” “Yes. No. Yes. No. I don’t know yet Harry” Y/N shouted

 Harry huffed. He stomped his foot in frustration, “Well when you know, you know where we are.” Harry scoffed and stormed out. Mal who watched it all placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go?” Y/N shrugged “I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t ready to see him just yet.”

“Later Dizzy” Mal called out as she and Y/N left the salon. They made their way to the hideout. Mal threw a rock at the sign and lead Y/N up the steps. Y/N fell face first onto the sofa. She screamed into the cushions that only muffled her scream slightly. Mal sat on the end waiting for Y/N to come around. “What happened?” Y/N peered out at Mal from under the cushions. “I think I love him Mal”

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My Only Angel - A Wedding Series  #1 - A lost Ring in Jamaica

*Based on this series, so please read those first! :) 

** Timeline = 2020 Ages: Harry 26 Y/N 25/26 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You thought to yourself as you were throwing blankets, pillows, and clothes onto the floor. Harry’s going to kill me. You were looking for your promise ring Harry had given you over a year ago. You just had it the night prior, but some how it slipped off and now you can’t find it. Not only was this ring special because it symbolized a promise that one day you two would get married, but it was his grandmother’s ring. 

“Baby, let’s go! We’re going to be late,” Harry shouted from the other room. 

“Just a sec!” You yelled back before dropping to your knees and looking under the bed. 

“Jesus, what is taking so bloody long?” He groaned. “We’re going paddle boarding in the fucking ocean, not to the Grammy’s.” 

“I heard that!” You groaned standing up when there was still no luck.

 You didn’t have time for this and you definitely weren’t going to ask Harry if he had seen it. You were just going to have to act like nothing was wrong and worry about finding the ring later. You grabbed your bag and went out to meet Harry, who was standing out on the deck. 

“About bloody time,” he laughed. 

“Shut up! I was busy,” you said. 

“Don’t even wanna know,” he said holding his hand up before taking yours and walking down the beach to where your private lesson was going to be taking place. 

The last few months had been super chaotic and hectic for you and Harry. You both just finished a tour and there had been some talk that the One Direction boys were coming back for a reunion soon, so you both decided to use these next few weeks for a break to rest and spend time together. And that is how you two ended up in a private beach house in Jamaica. 

**

“Good morning, are you Harry and Y/N?” The instructor asked when you two reached the part of the beach. 

“Yeah, thanks for coming,” Harry said shaking the man’s hand. 

“Of course, I’m glad you called me,” he smiled. “Is this your first time?” 

“It is for me,” you said. “He’s done it a few times.” 

“Oh, well welcome to the club,” he laughed. “Ready to get started?” 

You both nodded. Before heading out to the water, the instructor had you stand on the board on land first and teach you how to stand and move the paddle. After about a good twenty minutes, he led both of you out to the ocean.

 When you got out far enough, you stood up on the board and fell off immediately causing Harry to burst out laughing. You glared at him as you pulled yourself back up on the board. On your second try, you were able to stand up but wobbled a bit.  

“There you go,” Harry smiled. 

“Great job, now use your paddle slowly,” the instructor said. 

You nodded and slowly put the paddle into the water from one side to the other.  After a few minutes of paddling, the instructor dismissed himself and now it was just you and Harry. 

“You were right, this is really fun,” you smiled. “A lot harder than I imagined at first, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.” 

“See, I can plan activities outside the bedroom,” he smirked. 

You laughed rolling your eyes. 

“I’m really glad we decided to get away like this,” he said. “It’s been a good while since we’ve gone on a holiday just with us.” 

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong I loved going with our friends and family, but it’s nice to just be together,” you smiled. 

Harry smiled over at you as you kept paddling around. You glanced over at Harry to see if he was paying attention when you realized he wasn’t, you took that as your opportunity. You took your paddle out of the water and reached over knocking him off his board and into the ocean. 

“SHIT!” He screamed as he fell into the water. 

You were laughing so hard, you had to sit down on your board before you fell in the water yourself. 

“What the fuck was that for?” He groaned pulling himself back up. 

“For laughing at me,” you smirked. “That’s what you get.” 

“You’re lucky I love you,” he joked. 

**

After paddle boarding, you two went back to the house for some lunch. Harry got everything out to make some sandwiches and cut up a bit of a fruit. While he was doing that, you snuck back into the bedroom to search for your ring. You went into the bathroom and looked near the sink, on the floor, and anywhere else you could think of. 

Fuck, what it fell into the sink. Oh my god, I’m gonna be sick. 

“Lunch is ready!” Harry shouted. 

“Coming,” you said biting your lip. 

This was not good, not good at all. 

**

Later that night, you and Harry were having a tiki-lit dinner outside. The sun was setting over the ocean and the sound of the waves hitting the shore filled the background. You had spent all day looking for your ring and it was still nowhere to be found. You had to face it. You were going to have to tell Harry you lost the ring. 

It was going to be so upset and you were pretty sure he would yell at you. There had been only a handful of times in your four years together when you and Harry had fought to the point of raising your voices, but tonight was surely going to be another one of those times. 

“Everything okay?” Harry asked looking over at you. “You’ve already eaten anything off your plate.” 

You sighed. It was true, you were mostly picking at the food on your plate and moving your fork around to make it look as if you were eating. 

“I have something to tell you,” you finally said. “And you’re going to be so upset, but honestly you have every right to be.” 

“What’s going on?” He asked putting his fork down and looking at you worriedly. 

“I lost my ring,” you said quickly. 

‘Huh?” He asked. 

“I had it last night and then this morning, it was gone,” you said. “I’ve looked everywhere and the only thing I can conclude is that it fell down the drain in the sink.” 

Harry nodded and stood up. 

“Are you mad? I mean, of course, you’re mad,” you said. 

“Come with me,” he said holding his hand out. 

You took his hand and followed him out towards the beach. What was he doing? You just told him that you lost the ring, his ring he gave to you, that had been in his family for years, and he was taking you down to the beach? 

“You’re not going to like throw me into the ocean are you?” You joked, sort of. 

“No,” he laughed. 

You were still confused, but as you got closer to the beach, you noticed something out of the ordinary. Seashells were normally scattered all over the beach, but these were placed in a particular design. You walked closer to see what it was and you realized it spelled out four words. 

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

You looked over at Harry and he was holding a black box with your missing ring. 

“Looking for this?” he smiled. 

“Oh my god,” you cried. “You had it this whole time?” 

He blushed. “I uh, I took it off your finger last night after you fell asleep. Sorry to make you worry all day. I didn’t exactly think of that when I took it.” 

You laughed. “Why did you?”

“Because when I gave you this ring, it was a promise ring that one day I’d ask you for real when we were ready to that step. So, when I planned this trip, I knew I wanted to ask you and I wanted to do it with this ring,” he smiled before kneeling down on one knee. “Y/N, I love you and I want you to be my wife. I want us to experience all these amazing milestones that lie ahead for us. I want to grow old with you and spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Will you marry me?” 

Tears were falling down your cheeks and you quickly nodded your head. “Yes, Yes I want to marry you,” you sniffled. 

He took the ring out of the box and slipped it back on its rightful place on your left-hand finger. You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and he stood up wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you two around. You giggled holding onto him before pressing your lips to his. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too, baby,” he smiled. 

You couldn’t believe this actually happened. You went from losing your ring to getting officially engaged. You were glad you and Harry the rest of the trip to enjoy your engagement because as soon as you were back home you were going to have a wedding to plan. 

Are you excited about this?? Yes No? Let me know what you think! 

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adventures in washington day eins

we got up early-ish and went to school. it was a long bus ride to D.C. and i mostly listened to music the whole way, as did annika. once we got there, we had lunch on the steps of the lincoln memorial. i sat with annika and julian and i also walked around with both of them while they took pictures. after lunch we got a white house tour (!!!) and we had to go through TONS of security. a really funny moment that happened was that this kid seamus was like he went too forward in the line and. secret service guy chewed him out like "young man this isn't disney world this is the white house". me and annika and julian - who were on either side of me in line - laughed at that. i think this is gonna become a trip meme tbh. the white house was honestly pretty underwhelming...the rooms were small and kinda boring and we didn't see very much. at the end we saw this adorable squirrel that was like white and it deadass posed for people's cameras. also another thing that happened - julian was gonna talk to me except i had walked somewhere else because, you know, i wasn't gonna stay in the same place for very long unless i was in conversation - and he thought my friends libby and sabine were me and it was weird??? and he tried to explain it to me in english but i like didn't understand and then he refused to say it in german so yeah eventually he got his point across but it was awkward. then we checked into our youth hostel and got SIX WHOLE HOURS of free time. i ended up in a big group with a shit ton of germans - leander, melvin, philipp, annika, laura, caro, and ve - and one other american, harry. it was interesting because i can keep up with and speak german with the germans while every time they talked to harry they translated stuff in english. there was one point where we had ice cream and ve like complimented me on my german and it felt really nice???? i'm shit at compliments but ya it felt good. we walked around trying to find food for a g e s because caro wanted to find a supermarket and then harry's phone died and the germans didn't have wifi so we had to use my phone for like 12 different things and we walked like everywhere so eventually annika and i just gave up and got snack food from a subway next to the hostel and the others ended up going to a five guys anyway so what even was the point. i read my book alone in the room for a while while annika napped and then we went to the second floor of the hostel and some f the americans were messing around in the kitchen and then annika and ve and i watched eddie and julian play pool (i'll explain why he keeps being mentioned in a sec) and then we went downstairs and the boys showed up later and turns out julian is helt good at the bottle flipping thing it's RIDICULOUS and then we went to look at all the monuments. it was night so they all looked rlly cool and i was talking to julian at the washington one and this guy justus just walks up and starts taking pictures and i told him to leave and he asked if he was interrupting my romance?? so i yelled at him and told him i liked girls (which is true without me actually lying abt my sexuality) and he said "now i know i'm safe" he's a good kid just doesn't know social rules. anyway so then we went to the mlk memorial and we chatted by the water for the sum total of about five seconds and then he started taking pictures - this kid. like his insta is just his travel photos i swear. anyways then we went to the jefferson memorial and i took some pictures for him bc he has this shitty samsung phone and his phone camera is kinda shit and we talked about like differences in american vs german culture ig and it was nice until i said smth abt not liking tea and this german girl vicky starter talking to me abt tea and it was a little awkward but she's easy to talk to i guess. and THEN we went to the ww2 memorial and julian basically followed me around the whole time and when i asked why he said bc in the easiest to follow around which was nice i GUESS??? and then i was like on the verge of panicking later so i kinda removed myself. when we got back to the hostel marina libby danielle and i got to talking abt all sorts of random shit - family and gossip and school and our germans and last year - and libby said that julian probably likes me and/or is trying really hard to be my friend which is REALLY flattering bc i N E VE R get hardcore attention from irl people ever, platonic or romantic, and he's like a cool guy so it's like all ok whatever he's doing? and so we talked abt all sorts of other shit and somehow now it's 1:33 am and i'm writing and that's why this shit is so incoherent sorry

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Take a look at my preseason thoughts on the league and how Auburn’s SEC schedule looks for the upcoming season.

Happy GAMEDAY everyone! Now that we’ve gone through the rosters, the non-conference schedule and other basketball nuggets, it’s time to look at the SEC Schedule and offer some predictions for this year. I can’t wait to look back on these predictions in March and see how wrong I was about this season. I went game by game picking all the games and this is how I “think” it will turn out this season. I’ve listed everyone’s KenPom rankings as well and Auburn will begin at #22 in the KenPom rankings.

Florida 15-3

Kentucky 15-3

LSU 13-5

Auburn 12-6

Tennessee 10-8

Mississippi State 10-8

Alabama 9-9

Missouri 9-9

Arkansas 8-10

Ole Miss 8-10

Georgia 7-11

Texas A&M 4-14

South Carolina 3-15

Vanderbilt 3-15

Saturday January 4th

3:30PM, SEC Network

at Mississippi State Bulldogs

Last Year’s Record: 23-11 (10-8)

KenPom Ranking: 53

Preseason Media Prediction: 7th

My Projection: 6th

Leading Returning Scorers: Tyson Carter (10.4 PPG), Reggie Perry (9.7 PPG), Nick Weatherspoon (9.6 PPG)

The Bulldogs lost their top 2 scorers in Quinndary Weatherspoon and Lamar Peters and will play without Nick Weatherspoon for the first 10 games of the season. This is now Reggie Perry’s team as he was named Preseason 1st Team All-SEC a few weeks ago. They have great size at every position on the floor and in the game in Starkville last season, they took advantage of it. This will be a good challenge for Auburn getting out of the gate in SEC play.

Wednesday January 8th

8PM, SEC Network

Vanderbilt Commodores

Last Year’s Record: 9-23 (0-18)

KenPom Ranking: 148

Preseason Media Prediction: 14th

My Projection: 14th

Leading Returning Scorers: Saben Lee (12.7 PPG), Aaron Nesmith (11 PPG)

It’s a whole new era on the West End of Nashville. Jerry Stackhouse will make his SEC Coaching Debut in the Jungle. There’s nowhere to go but up for the Commodores after the team posted the first winless season by a team in the SEC in over 60 years. Darius Garland played just 5 games before an injury sidelined him and he went on to become the 5th pick in the NBA Draft. The Dores never recovered from losing their starting PG last year.

I think you'll see improvement from Vandy this year as the team had a solid recruiting class including the son of NBA Hall of Famer Scottie Pippen, Scotty Pippen Jr. Nesmith was named to the 2nd Team All-SEC squad.

Saturday January 11th

5PM ESPN/ESPN2

Georgia Bulldogs

Last Year’s Record: 11-21 (2-16)

KenPom Ranking: 55

Preseason Media Prediction: 9th

My Projection: 11th

Leading Returning Scorers: Rayshaun Hammonds (12.1 PPG), Tyree Crump (9.1 PPG), Jordan Harris (7.8 PPG)

Nicolas Claxton went to the NBA or else I think this team would be a Top 4 or 5 preseason pick. The player to watch for Georgia though is Anthony Edwards, and this will be your only chance to see him play in Auburn. Ranked #3 in Rivals Top 150, Edwards, an Atlanta native, elected to stay home for at least a year as he looks likely to jump to the NBA after the season. Fellow freshmen Sahvir Wheeler and Jaywkon Walton also look to make a big impact in their 1st year in Athens. Tom Crean’s squad looks likely to take a step forward after a 13th place finish in the league last season.

Wednesday January 15th

8PM, ESPN2/ESPNU

at Alabama Crimson Tide

Last Year’s Record: 18-16 (8-10)

KenPom Ranking: 70

Preseason Media Prediction: 6th

My Projection: 7th

Leading Returning Scorers: Kira Lewis Jr. (13.5 PPG), John Petty (10.2 PPG), Herb Jones (6.4 PPG)

Whether you want to believe it or not, Alabama made an outstanding hire getting Nate Oats from Buffalo. Oats has won everywhere he’s gone and quite frankly, the recruiting battles between Oats and Bruce Pearl will be ones to watch. The biggest wins for Oats was convincing Kira Lewis, John Petty and others to remain in Tuscaloosa. In addition to Lewis at the point, they added James “Beetle” Bolden, a grad transfer from West Virginia to the backcourt who has shot 40% from 3-point range in his career.

Last year, Auburn swept Alabama. The 2nd loss was a crippling blow to the Tide’s NCAA Tournament hopes. I’ve seen Alabama predicted to finish higher than Auburn by several people and this team, on paper, looks like a NCAA Tournament team. It’s gonna be difficult to sweep Alabama this year but at this point, we’ll have a good idea of where each team stands.

Saturday January 18th

12:30PM, CBS

at Florida Gators

Last Year’s Record: 20-16 (9-9)

KenPom Ranking: 12

Preseason Media Prediction: 2nd

My Projection: 1st

Leading Returning Scorers: Noah Locke (9.4 PPG), Keyontae Johnson (8.1 PPG), Andrew Nembhard (8 PPG)

I think Florida will win the SEC this year and the addition of grad transfer Kerry Blackshear from Virginia Tech is a big reason why. Combine that with the additions of highly rated freshmen guards Scottie Lewis and Tre Mann, along with Andrew Nembhard and several others returning to Gainesville and you’ve got the makings of a potential Final Four squad this year.

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Kerry Blackshear

Auburn hasn’t won in Gainesville since 1996 and until beating the Gators twice last season, hadn’t won against Florida since 2009. This will be one of the most difficult games of the year for Auburn.

Wednesday January 22th

6PM, ESPN2/ESPNU

South Carolina Gamecocks

Last Year’s Record: 16-16 (11-7)

KenPom Ranking: 69

Preseason Media Prediction: 10th

My Projection: 13th

Leading Returning Scorers: AJ Lawson (13.4 PPG), Keyshawn Bryant (9 PPG), Maik Kotsar (6.7 PPG)

Remarkably, South Carolina was 16-16 overall last year and finished tied with Auburn for 4th in the SEC. The non-conference schedule was brutal last season for them is a big reason why but they surprised some folks in league play, as is typical of Frank Martin teams. Chris Silva is now playing for the Miami Heat which means he won’t be able to torment Auburn this season. Last season in 2 games against the Tigers, Silva scored 59 points and grabbed 25 rebounds.

This game is also not in Columbia which has been a house of horrors for Auburn the past 2 years. This team will e primarily led by a group of sophomores this year led by Lawson who elected to stay in Columbia for at least another season. With Silva gone, all eyes will be on Lawson if the Gamecocks hope to finish better than 16-16 this year.

Tuesday January 28th

8PM, ESPN/ESPNU

at Ole Miss Rebels

Last Year’s Record: 20-13 (10-8)

KenPom Ranking: 60

Preseason Media Prediction: 8th

My Projection: 10th

Leading Returning Scorers: Breein Tyree (17.9 PPG), Devontae Shuler (10.3 PPG), Blake HInson (8.3 PPG)

Terence Davis is gone but Breein Tyree and Devontae Shuler return to Kermit Davis’s 2nd Ole Miss squad that made a surprising run to the NCAA Tournament last season. A team that was picked to finish last in the league last year, finished 7th in the league but were blown out by Oklahoma in the Round of 64.

Kermit also had Auburn’s number last year sweeping the season series and executing a game plan of slowing the game down, and making tough shots late in the shot clock in both meetings.

Saturday February 1st

5 OR 7PM, ESPN

Kentucky Wildcats

Last Year’s Record: 30-7 (15-3)

KenPom Ranking: 2

Preseason Media Prediction: 1st

My Projection: 2nd

Leading Returning Scorers: Ashton Hagans (7.7 PPG), Immanuel Quickley (5.2 PPG), Nick Richards (4 PPG)

P.J. Washington, Tyler Herro, Reid Travis, Keldon Johnson and others are gone but Ashton Hagans and E.J. Montgomery are back for Year 2 in Lexington. After admitting that they didn’t take Auburn seriously in the Elite 8, Coach Cal will have his kids ready for this one.

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Ashton Hagans

This year’s talented freshmen crew is led by Tyrese Maxey, the 10th ranked recruit in America. Kahlil Whitney (14th), Keion Brooks (29th), Johnny Juzang (34th), and Dontaie Allen (68th) make up the talented group of freshmen Coach Cal put together this year. Like last year, they also added a grad transfer, Nate Sestina, from Bucknell. He averaged 15.8 points and 8.5 rebounds a game for the Bisons.

Depending on how things are progressing in the season, this game has a primetime television slot and could very well be Auburn’s 1st Basketball College Gameday appearance.

Tuesday February 4th

6PM, SEC Network

at Arkansas Razorbacks

Last Year’s Record: 18-16 (8-10)

KenPom Ranking: 44

Preseason Media Prediction: 11th

My Projection: 9th

Leading Returning Scorers: Isaiah Joe (13.9 PPG), Mason Jones (13.6 PPG), Jalen Harris (7.6 PPG)

I think the Razorbacks are better than 11th and Eric Musselman is a big reason why. He is doing phenomenal work with the fanbase and is building a heckuva recruiting class for next season. In fact, Musselman and Pearl are battling for several guys in next year’s class inclduing Chris Moore and Jaylin Williams who spent their weekend on the Plains.

But as for this year’s team, they have to first and foremost replace Daniel Gafford. That won’t be an easy task but Isaiah Joe appears ready to be the next star in Fayetteville. Joe had a great freshmen season knocking down 113 3-pointers last season, 2nd in the SEC to Bryce Brown (of course).

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Isaiah Joe

Saturday February 8th

11AM, ESPN/ESPN2

LSU Tigers

Last Year’s Record: 28-7 (16-2)

KenPom Ranking: 38

Preseason Media Prediction: 3rd

My Projection: 3rd

Leading Returning Scorers: Skylar Mays (13.4 PPG), Javonte Smart (11.1 PPG), Emmitt Williams (7 PPG)

There was a lot of things going on in Baton Rouge towards the end of last season. Will Wade was suspended by the school the day before the regular season finale against Vanderbilt as part of the FBI Investigation and didn’t coach in the postseason. Wade was reinstated in the middle of April and remains on the Tigers sidelines. Wade has turned around the LSU program in short order since taking over in the Bayou and has a solid group returning this year.

However, last year’s SEC Regular Season Champs visit Auburn without Tremont Waters as he’ll now be Bryce Brown’s teammate on the Maine Red Claws in the G-League. LSU has however added Trendon Watford, a highly touted kid out of Birmingham who spurned Alabama to go to Baton Rouge.

Wednesday February 12th

6PM, ESPN2

Alabama Crimson Tide

Auburn has defeated the Tide by an average of 20 points over the past 3 meetings inside Auburn Arena.

Saturday February 15th

5PM, ESPN2

at Missouri Tigers

Last Year’s Record: 15-17 (5-13)

KenPom Ranking: 39

Preseason Media Prediction: 13th

My Projection: 8th

Leading Returning Scorers: Mark Smith (11.4 PPG), Jeremiah Tilmon (10.1 PPG), Javon Pickett (7.7 PPG)

No more Jordan Geist, no more Porters, it’s a new day in Columbia but here’s another team that I think will be better than their preseason prediction. Mark Smith and Jeremiah Tilmon return to bolster the Tigers frontcourt and they got several contributions from their freshmen last year.

Injuries really derailed Mizzou last year but as we’ve seen, there’s been one team picked very low by the media who ends being the surprise team. I think it could be Mizzou this year.

Wednesday February 19th

6PM, ESPN2/ESPNU

at Georgia Bulldogs

Auburn has won 4 straight against the Dawgs, the longest winning streak against Georgia since winning 12 in a row between 1976-1980.

Saturday February 22nd

11AM, CBS

Tennessee Volunteers

Last Year’s Record: 31-6 (15-3)

KenPom Ranking: 20

Preseason Media Prediction: 5th

My Projection: 5th

Leading Returning Scorers: Lamonte Turner (10.9 PPG), Jordan Bone (10.6 PPG), John Fulkerson (3.1 PPG)

Auburn plays 2 of their final 5 games against Tennessee this season with the first being in Auburn. There’s a lot of pieces off both teams that are no longer there and this will be a very interesting game from the sense of all the new pieces who look to make an impact.

Grant Williams, Admiral Schofield, and Jordan Bone have all departed Knoxville. This year, they will need Jordan Bowden and Lamonte Turner to take a step forward. They do bring in highly touted freshman Josiah James, the 14th ranked recruit who will be asked to be a big part of Rick Barnes team in his first season on Rocky Top. A lot of predictions have this team high but others have this team on the bubble. How these 3 develop will go a long way in determining if Tennessee will return to the Big Dance.

Tuesday February 25th

6PM, ESPN/ESPN2/SEC Network

Ole Miss Rebels

Breein Tyree is the SEC’s leading returning scorer from last season.

Saturday February 29th

2:45PM, CBS

at Kentucky Wildcats

Auburn has not won at Rupp Arena since 1988.

Wednesday March 4th

6PM, ESPN2/ESPNU

Texas A&M Aggies

Last Year’s Record: 14-18 (6-12)

KenPom Ranking: 58

Preseason Media Prediction: 12th

My Projection: 12th

Leading Returning Scorers: Savion Flagg (13.9 PPG), Wendell Mitchell (13 PPG), TJ Starks (12.3 PPG)

We’ve looked at every team except for the Aggies who will be the opponent for the final home game for Austin Wiley, Anfernee McLemore, Danjel Purifoy, Samir Doughty and J’Von McCormick. Buzz Williams takes over for Billy Kennedy in College Station and a change was sorely needed. Buzz was the primary target for the Aggies and they got their man. He did a terrific job at both Marquette and Virginia Tech, getting the Hokies a basket away from the Elite 8 last season, losing to Duke in heartbreaking fashion. This will be The Aggies will visit Auburn for the first time since handing the Tigers their only home loss of the 2017-2018 season.

The Aggies do return 5 of their top 6 scorers so perhaps this is another team that could surprise in Year 1 of the Buzz era.

Saturday March 7th

11AM, ESPN/ESPN2

at Tennessee Volunteers

These two schools meet in the season finale at 11AM, for the 2nd straight year, this time in Knoxville.

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Jordan Bowden

To close, it’s been 213 days since Auburn has played a Basketball Game but we’ve made it! The wait is over as Auburn takes the court tonight at 8PM against Georgia Southern. I’ll have a preview of tonight’s game out later today.

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