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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 months

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The GED

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - There's more than one way to be smart. Or so you've been told. But how on Earth do you go about proving that you're not (the stupid, illiterate Avenger) dumb?

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"Can you please just listen to me?" Sam begs you. "I'm telling you this is a bad idea."

"Or it's an amazing idea and it'll all be for the better!" you counter, plating the last of your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

He snatches a cookie from the plate when he thinks you're not watching, "Or you'll make an already strained relationship like ten times worse."

You glare at him, snatching the cookie back and placing it back on the plate, "Or by then end of the day we'll have a new set of friends."

Bucky groans, entering the room just in time to hear your rebuttal to Sam's negativity, "Please, not more friends. I don't like the ones I have as it is."

"See?" Sam wildly gestures to Bucky. "When do we ever agree on anything? It just proves that this is a terrible idea!"

"Hi," Bucky finally greets you, gently pecking your lips. "Missed you. Now, who exactly are we trying to make friends with?"

"The SHIELD agents downstairs," you blithely reply.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you, "Why? They hate us."

"That's exactly what I said!" Sam frantically exclaims.

"Have we ever asked ourselves why they hate us?" you muse. "Maybe we need to be a little nicer to them."

"Or maybe it's because they're bitter and jealous that we're better than them," Sam remarks.

"Well, it's definitely not because of Sam's incredible sense of humility," Bucky sarcastically retorts.

"Shut up," Sam snarks. "And we are better. Our stats are better, we get first pick of assignments, our mission times are like a third of theirs, Fury trusts us a hell of a lot more, and we get all the good snacks."

"And that means we can't be friends?" you rhetorically ask. "We work together all the time!"

"Listen, it's not that bad of a deal," Bucky tries to convince you. "They tolerate us. We tolerate them. It's never caused a problem on missions or anything, so who cares? Not everyone in this world is going to like you."

"Who else doesn't like me?" you frantically question, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky.

"Everyone likes you," Bucky assures you.

"Except the people downstairs," Sam teases.

"That's it!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I'm going down there. I'm just going to bring these cookies down there and talk to them. They're just people, I'm sure they're all really nice!"

"Nice going," Bucky mutters to Sam, elbowing him in the ribs. "Come on, can't we just leave well enough alone? Isn't it enough that the people who actually know you like you? And not to mention, I like you and I don't like anybody."

"Aww.." you coo at Bucky, caressing his cheek. "Nope, too late, I'm committed."

"Why?" Sam groans. "You're never going to get everyone in the world to like you!"

"Oh, yes, I can! I've spend my entire time out in the world cultivating a personality that's impossible not to like just to satisfy my compulsive people pleasing tendencies."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, "People really don't see this side of you enough."

Sam nods, "You're a little scary when you think people don't like you."

"Scary or strangely endearing?" you wonder.

"Scary! Definitely scary!"

Bucky sighs to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?"

You beam at the two of them, scooping up the plate of cookies, "Not even a little bit."

"It's a bad idea!" Sam bellows down the corridor as you walk away from him.

You roll your eyes as you step onto the elevator and tell Friday to take you to the third floor, where the SHIELD agents typically hung out.

It wasn't a bad idea. It was a great idea. What could go wrong with trying to bring people closer together? They were just people. They were people you had to trust with your lives, why not get to know them a little bit more?

As you step off the elevator, you immediately notice that this layout is almost identical to the one upstairs, except without all the extravagant touches of Tony Stark. You amble down the hallway, looking for a sign of anyone. You figure if the layout is the same, their common room will be in the same place as the one upstairs.

You're right, you realize when you start to hear faint voices from where you thought their common room would be. Even all the way down the hall, voices echo off the walls as you make your way closer.

You certainly don't mean to eavesdrop or listen into a conversation that you're not supposed to hear.

No, you definitely don't mean to eavesdrop on your new friends, but the open floor plan does nothing to dampen the sounds of their booming voices.

"Yeah, I leave first thing tomorrow," an unfamiliar voice sighs.

"Who with?" someone else asks.

You don't like the way they spit Bucky's name out in disgust, "Barnes."

"Oh, he's the worst!" the same voice dramatically groans. You silently scoff at the insinuation that Bucky was the worst. "He just sits and stares like he's got nothing better to do."

"Please, I'd take him over his girlfriend any day," a different female scoffs.

You freeze at the mention of yourself. You know you should go. You shouldn't be listening to this. The things they were saying were definitely not nice, but neither was eavesdropping.

"Oh come on, she's not that bad."

You sigh in relief, feeling a little better that someone was defending you. You could go upstairs and tell Sam that he was wrong, not all the SHIELD agents were that bad.

And in the next second, you were proved very, very wrong.

"She's just such an idiot!" Your stomach twists in knots as the same SHIELD agent continues complaining about you. This is what you got for eavesdropping, you tell yourself. They're entitled to their own opinions about you. Better yet, you could change their minds and show them that there was more to you than what meets the eye. You just don't want to believe that people can be this mean, that it's so easy for them to be this casually cruel. They just didn't know you. You were sure that if they did know you all, they wouldn't be saying such awful things. "I don't know what everyone sees in her, but I swear I can see right through that whole Sunshine act."

"I dunno, she acted like that on the last mission I had with her."

"She didn't let up? Not once?"

"Nope! The whole time."

"I'd rather get caught by the bad guys then deal with her for a whole week."

"Who knows, maybe Barnes likes them dumb," the agent giggles. The words feel like a punch to the gut. You want to leave, to turn on your heels and pretend like you never heard a thing, but you're frozen in shock. "Like a Stepford Wife thing."

"If that's true, then they'll be together forever," the same agent, the one going on a mission with Bucky tomorrow, jokes.

"What do you think they even talk about?"

"Who knows?"

"My question is what kind of adult makes it knowing as little as she does?"

"The kind with Fury in their back pocket."

"Exactly! It's the only reason she's even apart of the team. I'd bet anything she's never even picked up a book."

"Can I tell you guys something?" an agent exclaims. "Someone got into a bunch of their files upstairs. And guess what? She can't even read! She's illiterate! An illiterate Avenger!"

Your blood runs cold. Those were private. They held so much intimate information about you and your history and they were using it to make fun of you, make fun of the people that chose to love you.

You weren't sure what was worse, that they were using your past to make fun of you, or that they knew intimate details of your past, they knew the torment you were put through as a child and they still thought it was funny, they still used it as a way to belittle you. As though you had any control over it. As though it was your fault.

It's only then that you realize that tears are staining your cheeks, that you're still standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies as a peace offering for the SHIELD agents making fun of you and your friends.

"Probably doesn't even know what a book is. Maybe her next mission should be a day of kindergarten."

It's mean. It's meaner than they have any right to be, but a lightbulb goes off in your head as you finally regain the ability to leave.

You furiously wiped away your tears, storming down the corridor and back to your side of the Compound. You leave the plate of pastries on the counter for your team mates.

And you made a decision right then and there. You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't try to convince them that you were smart. You would just do better. Be better. You were going to show them that you could be more than the illiterate Avenger.

In that very moment, you decide your very next mission: School.

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the-forest-library · 26 days

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Look at the super fun reading trope teas I got for my birthday

#thank you kylie #tea #books #booklr #reading #bookish #bibliophile #fantasy #romance novels #enemies to lovers #only one bed #grumpy sunshine #dragons #potions #tflo #cliche tea

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purplecoffee13 · 3 months

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Mr. Sunshine - Masterlist

“Harry is a chipper guy with a dimpled smile, amazing coffee, and a need for a tutor. You are a smart girl with an obsession with caffeine and a distaste for people. Harry has been infatuated with you from the day he met you, and now he’s determined to spend more time with you, even if that means bribing you with coffee.”

• Part One

• Part Two

• Part Three

• Part Four* coming soon

#harry styles #fanfic #writing #blurb #fanfiction #smut #harry #one direction #one shot #excerpt #fluff #grumpy sunshine trope #grumpy sunshine

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buckyandgeraltsupremacy · 2 years

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When He Knew (Azriel x Fem!Reader)

azriel x fem!reader

a little blurb about how azriel knew that he was your mate :)

warnings: she/her prounouns; mention of getting your wings clipped and trauma with that; unedited writing lol

author: sj

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part two

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Moving into the House with Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta was odd to say the least. Nesta had been sent there to be trained by Cassian and to work in the library, but you had been sent there to be the back of chaperone.

You were knew to the group and mostly had become friends with the girls in the group. After growing up in the Illyrian mountains and getting your wings clipped you were uneasy around males to say the least. You were initially rescued by Emerie, getting taken in by her and eventually Rhys when he learned of your situation.

A few months later you found yourself living with the Inner Circle, helping plan and strategize but mostly being the impartial 3rd party that acted as a mediator for the group. Hence why you were at the House now.

Nesta had been a good friend to you, especially since Emerie had talked you up and you both liked to spend your evenings in the private library curled up in a chair with a toe curling romance. You found common ground over books and had a very calm, casual friendship.

Cassian was one of the few Illyrians you had learned to trust. He was a very calming male to be around and put you at ease with his broad smile and jokes. You had started eating dinner together more often now that you were here and you seemed to be finding a good companion in him.

Azriel, however, was much more elusive than the other two of the house. And even when you did see him, it wasn’t accompanied by much talk. You knew he could be trusted but still were wary around him, not knowing him as well as the other two, therefore you didn’t know really what to think of him.

Azriel, however, had A LOT of thoughts about you. When he walked into a room with you, his mind went on high alert. Scenting you for strong emotions, desperately trying to read your mind of what you thought of him or read an emotion on your face when you’d look at him. His shadows also seemed to have some thoughts about you, always wanting to wrap around your outstretched hand while you ate or around your waist as you stand. It took almost all of his focus to restrain them, which never seemed to be a problem until you came along. Which leads to now.

You had been reading in the private library all day, deciding to take a break from your walks in town that Cassian would take you to in the morning until after training was done. As you sat there reading, you noticed out of the corner of your eye, a dark swirl of mist coming hesitantly towards you. You then realized what it was. One of Azriel’s shadows. It seemed almost curios to your presence and you wondered what it was doing this far from its master, seeing as though they seem to stick close to him at all times. You hesitantly reached out your hand towards it and it seemed to like that gesture as it swirled around your fingers and then going towards your wrist. You giggled silently as the faint shadow barely grazed your skin and tickled the delicate hairs on your arm.

After a few seconds, it shifted away from you and towards the door and you smiled as it departed, you assumed back to Azriel. You slightly smiled and went back to reading your book in peace. That was the first time you ever interacted with Azriel's shadows.

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The next time they seemed to have found you, you were laying in bed on your stomach. You were having a really tough day with the pain. After your wings had been cut, it seemed to be a constant battle with the chronic ache in your back muscles and nerves. Sometimes you swear you could feel them still there just aching and you just had to deal with it. Today was one of those days. The winter months were coming and it was the first frost of the season and your nonexistent wings seemed to know that.

The pain radiated through your back and into your arms. All you knew to do was take a bath with some oils you had read in a book to use that ease pain. If you had enough strength to engage the muscles to get up you would, but decided to wait it out a little longer, hoping you could some how fall asleep in the midst of the pain. As you squeezed your eyes shut, you sighed, wishing you had the strength to make it to the bath. As you opened your eyes, you noticed a shadow coming through the crack under your door. You watched it come closer and and you noticed it seemed less hesitant this time as it came closer to your body laying on the bed. You smiled weakly as it hovered in the air in front of you.

"Hi." you cleared your throat, remembering you hadn't eaten yet today. "I'm okay, just in a little pain is all. If only you could help me get out of my bed." You softly said, mostly speaking to yourself, not really meaning anything by the statement. The shadow bobbed and then darted out of the room. You closed your eyes, wondering why it left so fast this time, wondering if you startled it by talking.

Unbeknownst to you, the shadow that had just visited you and darted out of the room to grab Azriel who was sat at the table eating some lunch the House had prepared with Cassian. His spoon dropped into his soup as the shadow whispered she is hurt, she needs help. Instantly knowing the shadows meant you, he ran to your room where he assumed you would be and pushed open the door to find you lying on your stomach on your bed.

You eyes flew open to the sound of hurried foot steps and your door being yanked open and you jumped, the muscles in your back tensing, causing a ripple of pain to go through your body. You clenched your teeth and hissed through them.

Azriel immediately came to your side, not knowing what to do or how to help, his eyes wide with concern. You put the pieces together, realizing his shadow snitched on your whispered words.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you. I was just talking with one of your shadows and had passively mentioned I was stuck here. I didn't mean to bother you." Azriel blinked at you.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

"No! I mean... yes... but this happens a lot, but its not like its an injury or anything." You looked up at him, sideways, head turned towards the man who was scanning you for injuries frantically with his eyes.

"What do you mean stuck?"

"Oh. My wings hurt a lot today, so I'm struggling to move my back muscles much, the nerves feel like they're on fire. So I'm pretty much stuck to my bed today." You explain, cheeks heating a little under his piercing gaze. His eyes softened and body relaxed as you explain you weren't actively bleeding out. His heart instantly tightened from the mention of your wings, or lack thereof. Empathy flooded him, not even being able to fathom not having his wings.

"Is there a way I can help you?" He asked, kneeling down next to the bed so you didn't have to strain to look up at his anymore. Your cheeks heated a little more realizing how beautiful he is close up.

"No, I wouldn't want to bother you. It just the frost. This happens every once in a while." At that perfect moment, your stomach decided to give a nice grumble, one that he obviously heard. His face twitched into a smile.

"How about some food?" He questioned, knowing the answer. You smiled back and answered with a nod.

"Could you help me sit up?" Azriel nodded back and reached out his hands for you to take. As they got closer, there was a slight hesitation as he reached towards you as he remembered that you would have to feel his bare hands against your skin. He searched your face as you took them, not noticing any disgusted reaction to seeing them. He gently helped you roll to your side, going at your own pace. You took a deep breath as you sat up and gripped his hands harden as if to ground you as you took in the pain. You then slowly rose from the bed side to stand, shoulders slumped a little as if you couldn't fully raise them to stand up straight.

"I could give you some pain killers that Madja gave to me. They do a great job at numbing aches." He offered as he watched you stretch the baby nubs that were left of your wings. You looked towards him and smiled, "I would like that."

You started to walk towards the door and naturally grabbed onto his arm as you took some shaky steps. You didn't realize how weak you had become from the lack of food and you were eager to get to the dining room table to find out what is for lunch.

He smiled down at you, both hands on his burned arm, the small hands embracing his insecurity. You felt a familiar tickle on your arms and looked down and noticed his shadows darting all up your arms as if they were excited to be near you. You looked back up towards him and met his eyes with a shy smile. As he watched his shadows dart around your arms, whispering their excitement to be around you, he knew he was destined to be helping you to the table for the rest of his life and that was a sweet, sweet thing.

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somethingwickedarts · 3 months

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It just had to be done.

Dreuer is @anxious-scrambles OC

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mochminnie · 7 months

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Lovin U Right

Based off Jungkook’s Single ‘Seven’. BTS and many more Kpop idols will appear in this series. This will have no usage of your name or (y/n). The Main Character/Reader will be Plus Sized and her name is Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’. Jungkook who is life of a party, a total himbo that tries for 7 days to show you how much he loves you. Who doesn’t just want to get in your pants, wanting more than that. Himbo clingy JK wants to be loved, who wants your attention.

Setting: College Au

Tropes: Polar Opposites

Warning: Sexual Themes, Fat shaming, College Partying, This isn’t going to be based off of Korean College more like Americanize based through Pop Culture references, Himbo like behavior of BTS.

Check out the mood board https://www.tumblr.com/mochminnie/723830921903620096/what-if-jeon-jungkook-fall-in-love-with-a-plus?source=share&ref=mochminnie

Author’s Note: This is a fictional portrayal of Jungkook and other idols. I tend to see comments about Kai and Jennie when I wrote my Rose x reader story on wattpad. I know I am writing about celebrities and this is all honesty for fun. I will be writing about Taehyung and Jennie. This book don’t match the idol’s personality. I face claimed casted these people to create a story for fun and possibly for people to enjoy. Please check out my other JK Series ‘The Warlock and The Witch.

Playlist

'Seven' - Jungkook

‘I Got It’ - Thuy

'Supershy' - New Jeans

'Baby One More Time' - Britney Spears

'Fantasize' - Ariana Grande

'Euphoria' Jungkook

'Something New' - Zendaya and Chris Brown

'Left Right' - XG

'Wild Side' - Normani ft Cardi B

'34+35' - Ariana Grande

'Me & U' - Cassie

'Like Crazy' - Jimin

'New Dance' - XG

'Dance The Night Away' - Dua Lipa

'Cuff It Wetter remix' - Beyoncé

'No Problem' - Nayeon ft. Felix

‘Girls Like Me Don’t Cry’ - Thuy ft. Min

'Cool for the Summer' - Demi Lovato

'Something Real' - Summer Walker, Chris Brown, London On a Track

'Take You Down' - Chris Brown

'Hype boy' - New Jeans

'Wet The Bed' - Chris Brown

'Snooze' - SZA

'3D' - Jungkook ft. Jack Harlow

'Heart Attack' - Demi Lovato

'Check' - Girls Generation

'It's You' - MAX ft. Keshi

'Cherry' - Rina Sawayama

'You & I' - JRE

'If you Stay ' Joseph Vincent

'Somebody' - Kyungsoo (D.O.)

"Dear No One" - Tori Kelly

‘I Don’t Care’ - Jeremy Passion

‘Agora Hills’ - Doja Cat

‘Sweetest Pie’ - Dua Lipa

‘Kiss Me More’ - Doja Cat ft. SZA

‘I Know’ - RM & JK

‘Ditto’ - NEWJEANS

‘Partition’ - Beyoncé

‘Too Much’ - JK, the kid laroi, central fee

‘Perfect Night’ - Le Sserafim

‘Somebody’ - Jungkook

‘Yes Or No’ - Jungkook

'The Party & After Party' - The Weeknd

Chapter 1

Maru lit up her cigarette up the balcony. The rest of the girls drinking soju and ordered take out tteokbokki, Korean hot dogs, and fried chicken, corn cheese. To celebrate, Their one year anniversary living together. Maru encourages Lizzie to go to the hottest parties and clubs in town. Not only that, their other roommates Jisoo, Jennie, Lisa, and Rose. Will try their best to get her out of the house.

“Lizzie put down your iPad and stop reading WEBTOON.” Maru grabbed the iPad from her with one hand and the other with her cigarette smoking.

Lizzie scoffed and yelled at Maru. “Hey, I was just starting a new story!”

Lisa, “Maru just give her ipad back. Don’t get close to her because she has asthma.”

Maru scoffs, “Please, It’s not like she hasn't smoked weed before.”

Jennie, “That’s much better than cigarettes.”

Jisoo heard the doorbell ring. “The food here!” Jisoo smiled and yelled out. Rose immediately got up with Jisoo to get the food. They prepare the food on the balcony. While the rest of the girls grabbed the plates, utensils, napkins and beverages. Maru Hiding the Ipad from Lizzie. Lizzie just gives up; she's now helping with the food. When it’s finally prepared.

Jennie was the first to dig in. “You Know Maru can give your Ipad back if you go to the party with us.”

Liz, “I’ll live in a moment! Maybe I’ll go. But can you give it back?” Maru gives it back then Lizzie puts it away in her room. So her and the girls play a game.

Rosie wants to play the clueless party game then everyone else gets excited. Except Lisa doesn’t want to play. When Lisa thought that Rosie didn’t see her face scrunched up and mouthed no to the rest of the girls. “Think that I didn’t see you? I'll kill you.” Lisa got scared. Jisoo and Jennie laugh.

Lizzie, “We will all play the clueless party game even if Lisa doesn’t want to join.” Rosie was excited again. Lisa rolls her eyes then Rosie pinches Lisa’s ears. Jennie and Jiso are trying to break them up. Lisa starts screaming. “Ow, that you bitch!” Lisa slaps Rosie.

Rosie, “Ugh you slut!” Pushes her.

Jennie stopped breaking the girls up and got the notification text on her phone from Taehyung. “We have all been invited to a party tonight!!! Oh would you look at that, You’re going Liz.” Jennie yelled.

Lizzie shakes her head no. “No, Just no. You girls know I don’t want to party.” All of the girls give her a look. “I mean I do party in small groups. My cousins, and family.”

Rosie, “Well this is different we’re all in our 20’s we should all go out, make out, sleep with anyone we want, we're all hot.”

Jisoo then dances to, Girls Generation Party. “P-A-R-T-Y!!! Party time. It’s Party time!!!”

“Come on Liz You gotta come!” Rosie

Lisa got excited. “You’re going to look hot tomorrow night! I don’t have to play the game!” Rosie glares at her. Lisa got scared a bit.

“Let’s pick an outfit for her. She’s going to look hot hot” jisoo

Maru, blowing the cigarette in her direction.“She needs to get laid tomorrow night.” Saying calmly with a straight face.

Lizzie gives her a look. “How many gummies did you take again?”

Maru, “2, 5. I don’t know.” Still smoking her cigarette. ‘How is this girl still going?’ Lizzie thought. After all the drinks, smoking and gummies???

“Come on Tae’s party can’t be that bad! Think about it, come on Liz. Tae is a nice guy. He’s making sure you will go.” Jennie says.

Liz, “It’s not Tae and his friends I’m worried about.”

The girls wait for her answer. Jisoo asks, “Well? What do you say Lizzie?” But then Jisoo see the look in her eyes that somethings the matter. She didn’t ask her friend what was the matter. It seems she wasn’t too comfortable to share with the girls yet.

Liz it’s not she’s feeling pressured. She was just worried about one of the boys that broke her heart. The worst way possible will be there…

Cha Eun-woo.

Not only that Minnie might be there and her friends… Lizzie knows her friends will be there for her.

Lizzie, “Okay I’ll go tonight and I have to go to this party. To face my fears. To live. You know YOLO!!!” She says the last sentence much awkwardly.

Lisa raised her brow. “Liz Yolo?” Cringes.

Jisoo, “YOLO!!!” She started dancing to Party again. Lizzie joins her then all of the girls join except for Maru because she was so high off of the gummies. “We can’t stop stop! It’s a party time!” Jisoo sings.

Rosie, “P-A-R-T-Y!!!”

Liz, “It’s a party, We go rock rock! P-A-R-T-Y”

Jennie and Lisa joins. “Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you

Let's go to Jeju, California!”

Rosie, “We got a party to head too! Come on, let's go get ready!”

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Jisoo Suggests a makeover!

Lisa, “Lizzie already has a great sense of style and knows how to apply makeup. Don’t you think it’s problematic? She’s already gorgeous, young, and a hot mama.”

Jennie, “It can be but it’s fun!!!” Jumping up and down and she grabs Lizzie’s to the bathroom first.

Lizzie, “Makeovers can be fun.” agreeing and smiling.

Boy she didn’t know that the five girls are going to bathe her. Lizzie insists. “No, I got this, I can bathe myself. NO! MARU! JENNIE! LISA HELP!!!!” Calling out all of the girls names she got this.

Lisa yelling at the girls, “SHE DOESN’T HELP WITH THE BATHING WHAT KIND OF MAKEOVER IS THIS???” She pushes the four girls away.

The girls make sure she gets her cooter cat, bussy clean and every nook and cranny is clean and that everything is moisturized.

Lizzie wears contacts tonight. And prep her face before Maru works on her makeup.

Rosie and Jennie going through her closet. Breaking down which outfit she is going to wear.

Jisoo, “You should go for the siren seductive look!” Maru does her makeup. And Jisoo does her hair she decided to do voluminous curls.

Lisa sprayed on some lux honey vanilla perfume. And the rest of the girls made sure one last time that everything was moisturized.

Then Jennie presents Lizzie a black Prada bag. “Me and the girls got you a bag!” Jennie smiling showing off her gummy smile.

She puts Lizzie's phone and glasses and travel sized stuff for her contacts like case and solution and Maru puts condoms inside. Lizzie, "Jennie!" Groans, Giving her a really look. Looking at the couple of condoms that were given in her bag. "Thanks Jennie I'll be using all of these gladly." Sarcastically scoffs. “URGGGHH.” Rolling her eyes.

The final looks that Lizzie got a brown smokey eye with a cat eye liner and a burgundy lip. Her hair is down with curls. For her outfit. A black lace v neck with cutouts cami, black mini skirt with a slit, and black knee high boots. It’s not that she wasn’t comfortable wearing this, she usually wears these clothes. It’s just that she felt off if Eunwoo and Minnie and their friends saw her. Lizzie loves what the girls have done for her. Since she takes forever to get ready she takes about 2 hours and with the girls help it took about 45 mins to an hour.

The rest of the girls also decided to wear black tonight for the party. That each of them go with their styles and personalities. The girls take selfies.

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Jungkook is getting ready with Jimin for Tae’s party.

Jungkook sighs. Jimin asks him what’s the matter. Jungkook finishes off with his leather jacket while looking at the mirror. Wearing all black. “I’m just hoping that one girl will stay the next morning. Who just doesn’t leave me” Then, applying some cologne.

Jimin questions, “If she stays the next morning you’d think she’ll be the one you’re looking for.”

Jungkook is still a little sad. “I’m not sure, all I want is to find a girl that I can continue to date. Someone I can get to know. Who just doesn’t see me as a pretty face, more than my talents and more than a one night stand.”

Tae then walks in the room. “Hey buddy, why so glump.” Giving Jungkook a side hug. Still being happy go lucky.

Jimin says, “He wants to find a girl in a committed relationship.”

Tae then messes up his hair. “You’ll find a lucky girl tonight I just know it.” Gets a notification from Jennie.

Tae smiles from Jennie’s Text.

Me and all of the girls are going to the party tonight! Including Lizzie!

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Happy Birthday

dabi × afab she/her and poc friendly reader

safe for work // 1,633 words // AO3. warnings: smoking, swearing, cheesy, dabi has an avoidant attachment style, self-harm mention but nothing happens.

summary: He wanted this conversation to be over and done with, snuffed out like a cigarette under his boot. It'd be easy enough to end it himself, all he had to do was be an asshole and leave you behind. Nothing he hadn't done before.

"Knock knock, mind if I join you?"

"Yes."

"I brought cake."

He turned his head slightly towards you, eyeing the paper plate in your hands. In it sat a pretty little slice of glazed strawberry cake with a plastic fork stabbed into it. You had made sure to pile on a bunch of strawberries, just for him.

You may have been the newest addition to the League of Villains, but it wasn't hard to figure out that he was intentionally a loner. Criminals were usually careful not to form close connections with others and the League was no exception. Although, that didn't stop you from being on friendly terms with the other members. They even threw a birthday party for you tonight. With karaoke.

Whereas, Dabi evacuated the mansion at the first sign of a celebration. He rose from his chair when Toga and Twice carried out the cake hidden under a mountain of candles and he was out of the building by the time Mr. Compress enthusiastically accompanied their vocals with a spirited harmonization.

His eyes glanced down at you as he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth and flicked his cigarette away. You frowned.

"That could start a forest fire."

"I could start a forest fire." There was a subtle twitch of his lip that would have went unnoticed had the clouds not cleared from in front of the moon in time.

You offer him the cake, which he wordlessly took, ignoring you as you snuffed out his cigarette. Once no longer lit, you shoved it in your pocket to properly throw out later. You crossed your arms and leaned against the tree, staring out at the umbrous silhouettes of the coniferous forest.

"Being this far out from the city is so nice. Fresh air, no noise pollution. Bunch of stars."

"There's noise pollution," Dabi swallowed down a strawberry. "Y'make it every time you open that dumb mouth."

You snorted in amusement. "I guess you're right about that, but I know you'd miss me if I stopped talking to you."

"If I never have to hear you yappin' at me again, it'd be too soon."

You playfully blew a raspberry at him in fake-annoyance. "You'd have to find someone else to bug you." You pursed your lips. "He's already got Toga, but I'm sure Twice could squeeze in a second best friend," you teased.

He rolled his eyes as he took another bite.

"Spinner?"

"The hell am I gonna talk about with that lizard?"

"First of all, it's a gecko quirk and you know that so don't be mean," you declared in defense of your comrade. "Though, you're right -- what would you talk about? I assume that also means no Tomura? I don't think I've ever seen you guys talk casually before -- aside from the dryest conversation about the weather… Maybe if we find some common ground between you two--"

"Fuck no."

"Aww, hey, he's not that bad. He's just…"

You rubbed at your neck unsure of what to say to that. Nothing you could say would change his thoughts on the matter. You weren't particularly close with Shigaraki, he had his own way of going about things which could be off-putting to most, but he just struck you as an awkward person who grew up without much social contact.

"The League sure is full of lonely people, huh?" You looked back up at the star-filled night for a few minutes, the both of you settling into a comfortable silence. An owl hooted in the distance as a cricket began to chirp from somewhere nearby. "I've always wondered if shooting stars ever got lonely."

"Sorry," you shake your head and laugh in embarrassment. "I like stars. Do you?"

"Stupid question."

You wondered if it really was and thought about how stars must seem miniscule to someone capable of burning as brightly as him. You leaned your head against the trunk and watched him finish his cake.

Earlier in the day, while writing down a list of necessary ingredients to bake and decorate the cake, there had been a conversation about birthdays. You couldn't remember who exactly brought up the topic, but you certainly weren't expecting the other members to easily give away that information. Unsurprisingly, Dabi was the only one that didn't share his.

He followed a gust of wind that swept through the night and as he passed you, flicked his plastic fork at you. You clumsily caught it and complained, only earning his indifference in return. He turned his back to you and set the paper plate ablaze. You opened your mouth to remind him of trashcans and how they still exist, but the words died in your throat as you watched the smoke get carried away by the breeze, away from you. You were secretly grateful that he was too busy making his way to an adjacent tree to notice you bite back a smile.

"Dabi."

"What is it now?" He leaned against his new tree and lazily shoved his hands in his pockets. He was always good at keeping his distance.

"You don't have to tell me your birthday."

He scoffed, "Way to state the obvious."

"We can share mine."

He narrowed his eyes at you, analyzing you for any sign of a punchline but your face was earnest. Annoyingly so.

"What makes you think I want your dumb birthday?"

"It's not that I think you want it, but wouldn't it be nice to have a day to celebrate… you?"

"What's there to celebrate," he sneered. He didn't mean for it to be taken so seriously, but the dopey look of concern on your face made him regret he said anything. Your brows furrowed.

"A lot. There's a lot to celebrate."

"Don't get all mushy, you're creepin' me out."

"Am I?"

"Yes," he growled. He wanted this conversation to be over and done with, snuffed out like a cigarette under his boot. It'd be easy enough to end it himself. All he had to do was be an asshole and leave you behind. Nothing he hadn't done before.

Deep, deep down there was a hungry part of him that ached. It belonged to the part of him that he had refused to acknowledge for the past seven years. He continued to ignore it's existence despite it being the very thing that kept him rooted in place, as though he were one of the trees in this giant fucking forest. The frustration it filled his chest with made him want to light himself on fire.

"At the expense of sounding like a creep…" You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared back up at the stars. Your fingers fiddled with a loose thread on your clothes. You were so easy to read.

"I'm really glad you're here."

Another breeze passed between the two of you, carrying your words along and rustling leaves. You looked over at him with eyes that overflowed with a depth of sincerity that made him want to start a wildfire and let himself get caught in it. He felt physically ill.

"You're gonna make me sick."

One of Dabi's eyes squinted more than the other as his tongue poked out of his mouth enough for you to see his piercings. The way his face scrunched reminded you of a cat's Flehmen response. You would've thought it was cute if you didn't feel so offended right now.

You huffed, staring at the grass as you tried to ignore the heat that crept up to your cheeks. "Was it really that bad?"

"Cheesy as hell. Keep that shit to yourself."

You shook it off and sighed exaggeratedly. "Well, since you seemed to like it so much, I might have to do it again for you some time." You stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

"Don't you fuckin' dare or I'll roast you on the spot."

You grinned and opened your mouth to offer a lighthearted retort when you heard your name being called in the distance. You turned to look around the tree and saw Toga waving you over for your turn at karaoke. You waved back at the younger girl in acknowledgement before she hopped back inside the mansion.

"I'm surprised they managed to pry the mic out of Mr.'s hands long enough to give someone else a turn," you laughed. "See you later. I'm glad you liked the cake."

"Yeah, yeah."

He pulled out a pack of smokes from his jacket and stuck a cigarette in between his lips. He lit it and watched as you fiddled with the plastic fork he flicked at you earlier. "What're you still doing here for?"

You smiled at him.

"Happy birthday."

"Tch, cheesy," he spoke humorlessly as you turned away. "By the way..."

You looked back at him and felt your face burning up as you saw his gaze drop from your eyes down to your lips.

"…Dabi?"

He smirked.

"Y'got cake on your face."

You blinked a few times as you processed his words before swiping your mouth. You looked at your hand to see the vivid scarlet of the strawberry glaze.

"Oh." You looked at it for a moment before wiping it against your clothes and giving an awkward laugh, "Um, thanks."

"You got a room full of ears to make bleed, mine've had enough. Get outta here."

You laughed before you jogged back to the mansion. He stared at the ground where you previously stood and took a drag. With each inhale, the toxins purged his body of a restlessness that had been stirred by the zephyr of your words.

You talk too much.

He looked up in time to see you wave goodbye at him before you disappeared inside. He breathed in another lungful of fumes before exhaling it up at the same sky that always seemed to captivate you.

"Happy birthday."

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #todoroki touya #grumpy sunshine #if you squint #it's a scene from a longfic i've been working on privately #first post i dunno how to tag this #i havent even set an icon or changed from default tumblr theme #fuck it we ball #edit nov 8 2023: um i waited a week before rereading and editing and other than cheesiness its not as bad as i thought it was when i posted #i got some new ideas last week but i take 1000 years to write and edit so hopefully i can post one of them in time for his birthday in jan #SpookyxSprinkles #edit april 5th 2024: cleaned little mistakes + wordings that've been bothering me. there's a paragraph i wanna fix SObad but i dunno how ye

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spacefruitpress · 2 months

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Get away from it all - download your copy of Leaves of Absence by Opal Moritz for the princely sum of FREE and retreat to a cabin in the woods with a M/M romance story. Grab it now at Amazon!

#mlm romance #mm romance #kindle deals #free book #queer romance #queer books #cabin in the woods #forced proximity #grumpy sunshine #opal mortiz

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creativepromptsforwriting · 2 years

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Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue

First 10 grumpy prompts + last 10 sunshine prompts

"You're definitely the only person I would do this for."

"How can you be this happy this early in the morning?"

"No, it's not annoying. I- It makes me happy to see you so happy."

"We're so different. I wouldn't want to pull you down."

"I'll do it, but only because you asked me to."

"No, no, please don't look sad. I can't handle that."

"You're so excited all the time... it's kind of adorable."

"I'm not grumpy. Not everyone can smile all the time. Except you."

"Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"

"Are you really this happy 24/7?"

"Are you really this grumpy 24/7?"

"Oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun!"

"I'm so excited, thank you for coming even though you're not the biggest fan of it."

"You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it."

"It was fun, right? Come on, you can just admit it."

"Will you dance with me? Please, pretty please!"

"I love that grumpy face of yours."

"Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives."

"Oh, your smile is so beautiful! I would love to see it more often."

"Don't look so grumpy, it will be great!"

Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue

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Timeless

"And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other In another life, you still would've turned my head..."

Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.

Part 1 - An Antique Shop Part 2 - School Lovers Part 3 - On A Crowded Street in 1944 Part 4 - In The 1500's Off in A Foreign Land Part 5 - We Really Were Timeless

The Grumpy Sunshine Series | Inspired By Taylor Swift Series AnonymityIsFun Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration

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90staylor · 2 years

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adam carlsen and olive smith.

they are SO cute, now i want an adam carlsen in my life for buying me food every wednesday 😫

#olive smith #adam carlsen #the love hypothesis #the love hypothesis aesthetic #ali hazelwood #adam x olive #romance books #romantic books #grumpy sunshine

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lpa6zn · 1 year

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(The drawing of Zoya and Nikolai is made by @cinno )

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purplecoffee13 · 2 months

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Mr Sunshine - Part Three

Summary: “Harry takes you somewhere to celebrate, and it leads to some clarifying revelations.”

Wc: 5k (I’m guessing)

Tropes: grumpy!mc x sunshine!H

Warnings: talks about being drugged, SA, trauma

A/N: Hi! I’m back😎. Here’s the new sunshine chapter and the next one will be coming soon (and will be steamy! Be prepared!)

Series Masterlist

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On Saturday evening, at 3:34 p.m. to be exact, Harry calls you. You aren’t quite sure why you remembered the exact minute. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that you rarely ever received calls from anyone that wasn’t your family. You had never thought it to be pathetic, but knowing the exact time at which he called made you realize that maybe it was.

You stare at your phone with a frown on your face. What on earth could Harry be calling you for? Once out of your state of shock, you scramble to grab your phone and answer his call.

“Hello?” You say, in a rather confused tone. For a second you wonder if something terrible has happened. Maybe he is in the hospital!

“Guess what.” Harry says from the other side of the line in his usual chipper tone. You roll your eyes and let yourself fall back onto your bed. You guess you’re glad he isn’t dying, but what on earth could he be calling you for then? And now you had to guess it? This guy could never just cut to the chase.

“What?” You huff.

“You have to guess, otherwise it’s not fun.” He insists, a breathy chuckle escaping his throat. “So… guess!”

“The world is ending.” You reply in your staple, monotone voice, laced with a thick layer of sarcasm. A sigh sounded from the other end of the phone.

“Is there not an ounce of positivity in your entire body?”

“What?” You faked your offense, trying to get on his nerves for once. “You told me to guess.”

“But why is it that something sinister like imminent doom is the first thing that comes to your mind?” He asks, sounding genuinely puzzled about it. You fight your lips from quirking up.

“I mean, it’s bound to happen eventually.” You shrug, even though he can’t see you. “I figure, if I guessing it, one day I ought to be right.”

“I will never be asking you to guess anything ever again.”

“Smart boy.” You praise him. “Now are you gonna tell me what’s up?”

“Right, yes.” Harry takes a deep breathe. “I passed— the test, I mean. I got an A.”

You smile, but try your hardest not to let it show in the way you talk. “I told you you were gonna ace it, dumb ass.

“Thanks… I think?” Harry replies after a few seconds of silence born out of confusion. He chuckles ever so awkwardly, shaking his head at your unusual ways. You can’t see it of course, but he is grinning from ear to ear. You are the first one he called actually. There was no one in the world he would’ve rather told first. Not even his mom, who had been drilling him about the exam for the past weeks.

“Yeah, never doubt you teacher again.” You say sarcastically, laughing along with your friend on the line.

“I won’t, I promise.” Harry assures you. “But it’s not the only reason I called you, though.”

Your swear you feel your heart stand still for a second. An overwhelming amount of anxiety takes over your body the second the sentence falls from Harry’s mouth and you find yourself beginning to sweat.

“Oh?” Is all you manage to say.

“I am also calling to tell you that you need to be ready by eight.”

“Why?”

“We are going to celebrate of course!” Harry’s voice rings through your phone and your eyes close as you let out a little sigh and mutter an ‘oh God’.

“God won’t release you from the wrath of my grip, sunshine.” You quite literally hear the smirk in his voice.

“Now who’s being sinister?” You say, shaking your head slowly.

“Well, I learned from the best, didn’t I?”

“And the brightest.” You add cheekily.

“Sure. Be ready at 8.” Harry reminds you. You give him a small ‘yes’ as a confirmation, but before you can hang up, Harry adds: “oh, and don’t bring your ego, it won’t fit in the car.”

You let out a loud sigh in response and hang up the phone, but your cheeks are burning and your mouth hurts. Weird, your mouth never hurts. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and instantly relax those muscles. This is ridiculous. You will not be giggling over some guy.

“Stupid girl.” You murmur, pointing to your own reflection in the mirror.

But your confrontation with yourself does not quite stop you from counting down the hours until it is acceptable to get ready. You take a long shower and blow dry your hair, instead of letting it dry like you normally do. You also apply more make-up than you do on the regular. You would wear more make-up on a daily basis—you love to use it—but you have a tendency to oversleep.

Instead of the usual five to ten, it actually takes you fifteen minutes to pick out an outfit. There is a dress that has been hanging in your closet for far too long. And you really want to wear it, as this is the first time in almost a year that you have made concrete plans with a friend. The thought of it pains your stomach. God you have really isolated yourself ever since…

Oh well, that’s all changed now. You actually have a friend these days, or at least you think?

Nevertheless, you spend ten of the fifteen minutes wondering if the dress is not too much (it is the most casual dress you have hanging in your closet), and then you spend the remaining five actually putting the piece of clothing on your body.

It is 7:30pm by the time you give yourself one last look in the mirror. You put on a comfortable pair of high boots and wait on the couch until Harry arrives. You sent him your address after the call, and so far you haven’t gotten any messages about him being lost, so you think he’s good.

Sure enough, at 8:00pm on the dot, the bell rings. You force yourself to slowly walk to your door—you have no idea why—and take a breath before you open it up.

Upon opening the door, you are met with Harry’s wide smile—which he always wears. His hands are in his pocket and you watch his mouth slowly open—as if to say something—and close again before letting his eyes trail down your body. He looks quite surprised. You don’t blame him—you aren’t often in clothes like these.

Harry himself is dressed up a bit too. Not as much, but he doesn’t need to if he wants to look good; he just kind of does. The all black outfit works for him. The short sleeved dress shirt and the pants go perfectly together, as do the boots and belt he paired them with. You’re almost jealous of him for making such a simple outfit look so fabulous.

“You look…” Harry says, then trails off while he does a weak attempt at trying to find your eyes again. You are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, how can that be? “Wow.”

“Wow?” You echo.

“Unexpected.”

“I look unexpected?” The corner of your mouth lifts but you hold it as best as you can.

“No— I mean yes— wait…” He frown, as lost in his words as you are, and thinks for a second before offering his final answer. “Yes, you look unexpected.”

“In a way that makes me want to say ‘thank you’ or throw the door in your face?” You tilt your head ever so slightly. Harry chuckles and shakes his head.

“I just mean to say that you always look good, and tonight you look good in an unexpected way.” You notice his cheeks turning a bit pink, and in turn so do your own. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to refrain yourself from giggling like a fucking idiot.

“Well, thank you, then.” You say. Harry murmurs a ‘your welcome’ and nods his head to the car before taking a few steps back, signaling you walk with him. You close your front door, lock it, and follow him to his car. He opens the door for you, and upon entering the car you don’t forget to tell him that he’s an ‘idiot’, but your heart flutters anyway.

Harry is mysteriously vague about where he’s planning on taking you, and he doesn’t say anything other than ‘you’ll see’ the entire drive. Your stomach drops when you finally do see.

You are parked in front of the frat house that was throwing a party tonight. You were already confused as to why you guys were driving through campus, but now you know why; it’s the quickest way to get there.

Your terror filled stare finds Harry’s face, who wears some sort of a pride filled smirk, but it fades a bit at the sight of you. You are starting to freak out. What the hell does he think he’s doing?

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says in a soft voice, but you just shake your head. Instead of saying anything else, he steps out of the car and walks to the door on your side, opening it for you. He holds out his hand, and despite the slight panic that has been ringing through your body, you take it. Harry leads you to the trunk of the car. He lets go of your hand to open it, and when he does, you’re met with three cool-boxes, all lined up in a row. When he takes off all the lids, you see what is inside.

Every cool-box has different drinks in them. The far left one has got water, sparkling water, and water with different tastes to it. The middle one has all kinds of sodas, and the one on the right is filled with juices and smoothies. Apple juice, orange juice, a mango and banana smoothie… you name it.

Your mouth hangs slightly open, taking in the view of the trunk. You want to form a full sentence but your mind can’t comprehend much right now.

“What…” You begin to say, but your mind trails off.

“You said you don’t drink at parties, at all.” Harry turns his body towards you, despite the fact that you are still staring at the cool-boxes. “I don’t know why that is—and you don’t have to tell me—but I assumed it had something to do with a bad experience. Anyway— I thought this was the perfect solution. This way we can stay hydrated and nothing can happen to the drinks because the car is locked. You can keep the car key in your purse if that makes you more comfortable.”

You don’t say anything, just stare at him with wide eyes. Harry isn’t quite certain what your take on the matter is, and it is starting to make him doubt his decisions.

“I— I’m sorry if this crosses a line. I just really wanted to bring you along and meet my friends.” He scratches the back of his neck as a nervous tic. His jaw is clenched the entire time as he looks back into your eyes. Your gaze is terrifying to him, in spite of it seeming softer than normal.

“Thank you, dork.” You say after finally being able to gather your breath. It makes you realize that you are utterly screwed. You like Harry. As more than a friend? Maybe? You don’t know, you haven’t experienced something like that before, but you know that your connection with Harry runs deeper than you had planned.

“My pleasure, sunshine.” Harry responds, and his dimples start to show. Your head turns back to the cool-boxes, hoping Harry can’t see the blood that has rushed to your cheeks. You start eyeing all the drinks, but settle on water in the end.

“Can I?” You ask ever so hesitantly. Harry gets all fuzzy the second you ask the question, and happily nods. He watches with a big smile as you reach for the water and open up the bottle, sitting against the trunk as you take a few sips.

There is no exchange of words between the two of you, only glances. But those tell you a thousand things, though. He seems to be pleased, and your eyes tell him that you are too. In a burst of spontaneity—and something else that you are not sure of what it is—you begin to confess.

“Uhm, in my first year, I went to this party at a frat house, and someone spiked my drink.” You say, and Harry’s head flies to you. He is frowning. You aren’t sure whether that is just him concentrating or actually being shocked by your statement. You decide to take your eyes off him and keep looking straightforward. “I was unconscious and then when I woke up, I was lying on a bed with this random guy over me…”

Harry’s hand is balled up into a fist, initially because of the nervousness, but now he’s hurting himself with how hard his nails press into his palm. He never really gets angry, but these are situations in which he just can’t hide his pure unfiltered rage.

“But I did scream, a—and I said no. But it was a bit slurred, I think.” You say with wide eyes, still staring into the distance. You always quick to defend yourself on this topic, even though Harry hasn’t uttered a word yet. It is kind of preventive, you assume. That way no one can ask you what you did ‘to stop it’ and you won’t have to break out in tears, because questions like those form a lump in your throat that you fear will never go away.

“He should have never gotten alone with you in the first place, sunshine. He’s the one at fault here, not you.” Harry assures you, and your gaze automatically searches for his. It doesn’t feel quite as scary anymore to look him in the eyes. You suppose it always has felt safe.

“And he is also a dead man walking, if I ever find him.”

Your eyebrows raise at his aggressive comment. Harry had never talked about anything remotely resembling to violence. It truly catches you off guard, but it also makes your heart warm to see that he is so adamant about defending you.

“Anyway…” you trail off, hoping to calm him down a bit with the positive end to your story. “two girls in the hallway heard me and they got him off me. My roommate at the time brought me to the ER, and after that I went home.”

You temporarily pause when you hear the sigh that comes from Harry’s mouth. It doesn’t sound bored or rude, rather tired. Like he feels the weight of the burden you have carried on your shoulder for so long. Besides your parents and your former roommate, no one knows this story.

“After that, I didn’t really want to drink or go anywhere anymore. Eventually I got over my fear of going to social events, but I still don’t want to drink anything. Maybe it’s paranoid, I don’t know.” You shrug, massaging your neck a bit, mainly out of awkwardness.

“It’s not paranoia’, it’s trauma.” Harry bents down to meet your eye level, making sure you see him when he says the reassuring words. The logical part of your brain knew that, but sometimes you would get frustrated. You hated how long you had let this experience rule your life for the past three years, and quite frankly you were embarrassed about it.

You felt like getting drugged that night shattered what you thought you knew about yourself, and still do. You don’t trust yourself like you did before. That night was the ultimate example of your incompetence; it showed you that you couldn’t be trusted with yourself. It took years of therapy to mend that broken view, and the destructive thinking pattern would re-enter your brain at times.

“I don’t have many friends, none actually; my past experiences made it a bit tricky.” You blurt out, and turn red when you see Harry smile at you with his furrowed brows. “I mean— what I’m trying to say is: thank you.”

“For what?” He nudges you in your waist. You shake your head at him, a faint smirk lingering on your lips from his teasing touch.

“For being a friend.” You say, and Harry’s mouth falls open.

“Did you just refer to me as a friend?!” He gasps dramatically, leaning into you as the sentence leaves his mouth. You close your eyes and let your head fall back.

“Oh god.” You mutter tiredly. Here we go.

“Can you say that again? I want to record this.” He whips out his phone and you put your hands over your face as you let out a groan.

“You know you’re basically saying you love me more than anyone else in the world right now.” He begins to annoy you, knowing damn well what he is doing. You refuse to answer him, not wanting to play into these antics of his. “I’m interpreting your silence as a yes, by the way.”

“You know what? I’m gonna walk home.” You push yourself off the trunk. You want to walk away a few steps for dramatic effect, and like you expected, Harry puts a stop to his teasing. You don’t expect him to pull you back by your waist and turn you around towards him, though. It catches you off guard and you can’t do anything but stare at him with wide eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He says, voice rougher than just a few seconds ago. Your hands are still on his chest from trying to catch yourself when he spun you towards him. The proximity of it all slowly starts to get to you, and suddenly you’re aware of how good Harry smells. He always smells good, but right now it is causing a physical reaction from you. You feel yourself start to get hot, as if the temperature just rose a couple degrees.

“Let’s go inside.”

And so you do. Harry grabs your hand like it’s no big deal, and you spend the short walk to the frat house trying to convince yourself of the same. Once inside, you stay a bit closer behind Harry, holding his bicep with your free hand as he leads you through the house.

What you don’t know is that Harry is freaking out inside at how you are touching him. He can’t believe it; you are here with him and you’re holding him like he’s yours. Even though he’s not, but he is enjoying the idea for now.

You enter the backyard, and it is full of people you have seen on campus or in class. Most people don’t bat an eye at you; they are mainly focused on Harry. A few look a bit confused at the sight of Harry with a girl, but you try your best not to overthink it all. You both finally arrive at where Harry’s friends are standing, and he is quick to introduce you.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. The girl who saved my life this term.” He says proudly, and he catches his friends looking at him knowingly. They’re probably going to be a bit of a pain in the ass, but he hopes maybe it’ll make you realize that he likes you as more than just a friend.

You smile and let go of Harry’s hand when you see two of his friends glance at it. You lean closer and greet each friend individually with a handshake. The last one, Mikey, offers you a drink and you kindly refuse. So far, it’s going great.

“How come we haven’t seen you at parties before, Y/N?” Another friend of Harry asks. You fiddle with your hands a bit, nervous because you haven’t met this many people at the same time in a long time, and you haven’t cared what this many people thought about you in a long time either.

“Uhm, not really my scene, I guess.” You answer with an awkward smile. Harry’s friends ask you some more questions and you answer all of them, even cracking a joke here and there in between. It is nerve racking, especially since you are talking so much.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” One of the girls in the group—Dina, if you remember correctly—suddenly asks. You are glad that the group has divided into small sections a bit, and only another girl and guy will hear your answer.

Harry is chatting with his friends left from him, but once that one question leaves Dina’s mouth he checks out of the conversation. He knows the answer, of course, but he still wants to hear what you have to say.

“Nope.” You shake your head, and Dina nods.

“No one on the horizon?” She asks again, excessively glancing from Harry to you. The two others start to giggle and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Before you can respond, Dina continues talking in a slightly louder tone. “Because if not, I have a friend of mine I can set you up with. He is great! He’s somewhere around here actually, I could introduce you if you want?”

You suddenly feel a hand snake around your waist, and you already recognize who it is before you have proper time to process it. You worry about that; is it bad to be so familiar to ones’ touch?

“D’ya want to get a drink?” Harry asks, a bit more serious than you’re used to. You nod and excuse yourself from the conversation before letting Harry lead you to his car. His hand on the small of your back makes you have to restrain yourself from melting into a puddle.

You arrive at the car and wait for Harry to open the trunk. To your surprise, he lifts you up and seats you on it, before grabbing your already opened water bottle and taking off the cap. You take it from his hands and take a few big gulps, trying not to sweat profusely at the way he is looking at you, so concentrated.

“Having fun?” Harry asks you, and you look at him, nodding your head.

“Yes, you have nice friends.” You reply, your voice a bit breathy when you realize that his left hand hasn’t left your waist.

“You feeling good then?” He asks, tilting his head ever so slightly, and for a moment you feel like all the oxygen is sucked out of your lungs. He raises his brows a bit when you don’t respond to him—instead staring at him as if in a bit of a trance—and you have to regain yourself, nodding profusely.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You confirm again. He grins at that. You feel like you could be set on fire any second now. You hate yourself for the way you get when he’s so close like this. You haven’t really experienced this before with him, not with anyone actually.

“One of them already tried to set me up with some guy.” You say, hoping it would throw him off and grant you a little bit of space, but instead he comes closer.

“I heard.” Harry murmurs, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes, calculating your every reaction in case he gets any indication that you are not comfortable. But there isn’t, because you aren’t.

“Do you think that would be a good idea?” You ask in what could almost be classified as a whisper.

“Do you?” He touches your nose with his, and there is only millimeters left between your mouths. Your eyebrows furrow at the little gap there is left. You lean forward to press your lips against Harry’s but he pulls back ever so slightly, tutting you. Before you can even stop yourself, you let out the smallest whine that could almost be passed for a huff. Harry just smirks and leans in a bit closer again, brushing your lips over his. “Well…?”

“No.” You breathe out and push your lips against his, your hand around his neck, as if it would keep him even closer than he already is.

The weeks and weeks of tension between you fades away with every second that you kiss him. The way Harry’s hands have got a hold of your hips drives you absolutely crazy and you don’t think you have ever wanted something like you want him. It’s the first time your body takes over your brain and it suddenly makes sense; why people do stupid things for love.

If your crush on Harry—or however you want to define your feelings for him—already has you clamping against him as if his touch keeps you alive, you couldn’t imagine what a fool like you in love would do. But if this only feels half as good as the real thing, you aren’t so opposed to finding out.

Harry deepens the kiss and moves one of his hands to hold your face with it, and you become even more intertwined than before. Every sense of yours is occupied with him, and vice versa. Harry feels like he might have died and gone to heaven. Either that, or you are a fallen angel that he was lucky enough to encounter.

The sound of people cheering and a couple of honks breaks the both of you out of the spell you’re under. Upon pulling out from the kiss, you see the pick-up truck with all the people on it drive by as they cheer you on. And suddenly the realization hits you: you were making out with Harry in the middle of the street!

“Y/N… I—” Harry tries to get a word in but you don’t let him, because the sound of him addressing you by your name freaks you out.

“We should get back to the party.” You blurt out, trying to walk back towards the house.

“Y/N!”

You freeze at Harry’s urgent tone of voice, and the volume of it too. He has never sounded so stern before. You slowly turn around, terrified of what he’s going to say. Or maybe you are terrified because there is something you want him to say.

“We should talk about this, sunshine.”

You feel your insides twist. There is a happy surge that is waiting to make it to your brain, but that godawful, dreadful feeling gets the best of you; fear. A fear that overflows any happiness about resolving whatever is going on between the two of you. A fear that maybe this is all a game, and you can’t trust him like you want to, because you haven’t trusted yourself again from the moment you got drugged. So, instead telling Harry how you truly feel about all of this, you just shake your head in disbelief.

“I can’t do this.” You sigh a hopeless sigh, hands on your hips. You stare at the ground; there isn’t a realistic possibility in which you could look into his eyes right now.

“Do you want to go home?” He asks, and you respond with a nod. Harry shuts the trunk before walking over to the driver’s seat.

The second you step into the car, it falls silent between the two of you. You sit with your knees away from Harry, body towards the window. You listen to the radio music that is vaguely playing in the background.

Harry always puts on his own playlist, but he felt that wasn’t very fitting right now, so he just left the radio on. He tries to avoid giving into the heavy pit in his stomach, but it grows with every intersection and stoplight where once again nothing is said. It irks him that you are so silent and he would throw himself out the window if this is it. If he’s blown his chance.

Harry stops right in front of your apartment complex. You don’t even realize at first, and when you do, you feel your own body almost trying to keep you in the vehicle, urging your stupid mouth to open up to him, but you don’t. Harry does instead.

“I like you.” He blurts out before he even knows what he is doing. He feels his cheeks getting red as the sentence leaves his mouth. You freeze, and slowly turn to Harry, unsure what to make of his words.

“I like you, sunshine. As more than a friend, or a tutor, or whatever you want to call it. I have had a crush on you ever since that first project we did together.” He sighs, feeling like a big weight has already been lifted off his chest. “I’m not going to waste time by being vague or playing hard to get. So I’m telling you: I like you. You can do whatever you want the information, it’s up to you. I just needed you to know.”

You stare blankly at Harry. He feels himself getting nervous again. Did he forget to add something? No… right?

“S— so, that’s all. Have a good night, Y/N.” He adds on, looking away from her confrontational eyes and focusing on the empty road in front of him instead.

A scoff. A scoff leaves your mouth as you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door. Harry’s heart drops; he messed this up. How did he ever think you liked him? He knew you were way out of his league. Why did he even try—

“No, you know what—” the car door slams shut and Harry looks to his right to see you sitting next to him again. Your face is on scary mode and he is quite intimidated by it, to say the least. “You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to give me coffee, and touch me and kiss me and make me all confused, and— this! And why are you suddenly calling me by my name?! You can’t just— do that!”

The faintest hint of a smirk appears on Harry’s face. He can’t think of anything else but how beautiful you look right now. That pouty, confusion filled angry face you have on.

“You’d rather have me call you sunshine?”

“That— That’s not what I meant— You are so annoying, you know that?!”

“Then what do you mean, sunshine?” Harry asks, tilting his head a bit. He is being a bit cocky; he likes seeing you struggle with this, but trying to communicate anyway. He’s proud of you. He feels like he knows you better than you think and he is aware that this is not easy at all for you.

“You— you just barge into my life with those caramel macchiato’s and flip everything I know upside down. And giving me that… nagging feeling. All the time!” You keep ranting, unaware of how amused Harry is because of it.

“Sunshine… are you trying to tell me that you like me back?” He wonders carefully. It is hurting his lips trying to fight them from forming into a smile.

“What?” You ask breathily, as if he’s caught on to you. Harry bites the inside of his lip and leans forward. There it is again, that nagging feeling.

His eyes trace down to your body and he carefully placed on of his hands on your stomach, then he looks back at you. He is almost as close as how he was before you two kissed, and your body immediately feels like it’s on fire again.

“That nagging feeling, do you feel it there? In your belly?” He asks you softly, and you could melt from just his words. You say nothing, do nothing. You just clench your jaw, unwilling to give into him. The reason why you are defying this is becoming vaguer and vaguer by the second, though…

“Because I do. I feel it all the time. Whenever you’re close, whenever you enter my mind. I’ve never longed for a stomach ache so bad in my entire life.” He explains to you, and your mind feels so clouded. You know exactly what he means.

“I know you’re scared, and I know you don’t trust this. But please, let me in. I wouldn’t think of letting you down. Ever.” Harry pleads, and your eyes flutter shut.

All you can smell now is his perfume ans all you can feel is him even though he’s not touching you all around. You lean forward, forehead against his. You both stay like that for a second or two, but when you open your eyes and his lips are the first thing you see…

You break.

Within seconds, your lips are back on his and you just know it was the right thing to do. There is nothing you love more than being close to him right now, and you are really relishing in the fact that that seems to have overshadowed your fears.

Your hands finds its way to his neck while one of his cups your jaw, keeping the both of you steady. There is so much passion in the kiss, and it feels so satisfying. It is why it’s almost impossible to pull away from him, but you do anyway.

“Do you want to come in?” You ask, out of breath. Harry’s mouth breaks into a wide smile as he nods.

“Yes, please.”

…

TO BE CONTINUED

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