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[imkylotrash]

Hi if your still taking requests please could u write a Hardin Scott x sick reader. Just really fluffy. I’ve been sick for the past week and it’s killing me lol.

Thanks <3

I know I received this request a while back, so I hope you're feeling better now! 💛

It is embarrassing just how many tissues you've filled with snot. Absolutely abominable. You're not entirely sure how a person can keep that amount of snot in their body. The fever is the worst though. You’re constantly removing your sweater because you’re too warm only to put it back on five minutes later, because you start shaking from the cold. In short, you’re miserable. And you wish Hardin was here to make you feel better, but he has an interview in Seattle for his book, and you’re not about to get him sick the day before. Instead, you settle for a phone call. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” 

“God, you sound rough. How are you doing?” Hardin laughs on the other end. 

“Not so good,” you reply, voice shaking. You’ve hardly spoken a word for the past few days as you hid in your apartment with nothing but rom-com movies to keep you company. 

“I wish you’d let me come over. I bet I could make you feel better in an instant.” It’s true. Cuddling with Hardin would definitely improve your mood if nothing else. But you don’t want him to get sick before his big day. His second novel is a big deal. It’s the book that can make or break his career as a writer. 

“You can stop by after your meeting,” you manage to propose right before a coughing fit takes over. 

“By the time I get back from meeting you’ll be asleep,” he sighs. You know it’s difficult for him to just leave you alone when you’re not feeling good, but you just can’t say yes even though you crave the feeling of his arms around you. 

“Then I’ll just see you tomorrow. Really, Hardin. I’ll be fine.” Begrudgingly, he agrees to stay away until after his meeting, so when you find yourself awaken from your nap on the couch by a knock on the door a few hours later, you’re very confused. You open the door to find Hardin with a face mask and gloves on. 

“I even brought hand sanitizer,” he says with mischievous eyes. Before you have time to protest, he’s slipped into the apartment. He heads right for the kitchen where he starts heating up some soup. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t fed yourself today.” You know better than to try and deny. 

“I haven’t really been hungry.” This time, he’s the one that keeps quiet as he stirs the soup. You know it bothers him to see you sick and not eating. 

“You really shouldn’t be here, Hardin.” 

“Please, I haven’t been sick for the past four years. I think I’ll survive. Besides, you look like shit. I’m not letting you stay here alone.” He’s nothing if not brutally honest. When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window, you have to admit that he’s right. You resemble a ghost. 

“Eat,” he commands, handing you a bowl of soup. Taking a whiff, you recognize it as pumpkin soup. 

“Very seasonal of you,” you joke as you eat the first spoonful. It’s hot, but pretty darn good.

“Eat. And then we’ll take a shower.” Fed and bathed, Hardin tucks you into a little burrito, wrapped in the duvet. You feel just about ready to fall asleep when you feel the weight shift on the bed. Looking to your side, you spot Hardin with a book. No face mask, no nothing. God, you’ve missed his face. Just as you’re about to protest, he gives you a look that tells you this isn’t up for discussion. To be honest, you just don’t have it in you to argue with him. It’s nice having him here. He makes you feel better. 

“You might as well cuddle me if you’re refusing to listen to sound advice,” you mumble as if you’re annoyed when really every fiber of you is screaming for him to just wrap his arms around you. He doesn’t even attempt to hide his grin as he places his book on the nightstand and lies down proper. 

“You’re a stubborn one, you know that?” Your silence makes him laugh. But you’re happy he’s here. You really needed him even if you were trying to pretend that you didn’t. 

“Thank you for coming over.” 

“I told you already, I’ll always be here.”

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[hesfanficreader]

Something has been really bothering me, so I’m just gonna say it. AFTER IS FUCKED UP. It is SO sad that in 2020 that we allowed that shit to become a book and now a movie. (Keep in mind I am basing this on the original Harry styles fan fiction Anna Todd wrote, not the book or movies that I have not read/watched). I reread it a couple years back and I was so horrified that I read that as a kid and thought it was ok. He completely manipulates and emotionally abuses her. It’s so so so messed up?? Why is everyone ok with this???

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[erodasfishtacos]

So I am playing catch up with your posts... I hope that doesn't sound creepy

but the blurb of Harry accidentally messaging his teammates instead of his wifey made me think of Hardin Scott screaming "FUCKING TREVOR"

#anon #asks

[imkylotrash]

I thought about another idea 😳 Hardin request, there’s a party, the reader and Hardin have a secret relationship going on and Hardin gets dared to ‘kiss the prettiest girl in the room’ to keep their secret safe he kisses Molly. The reader is heart broken but when she finds out Hardin physically vomited after the kiss because Molly wasn’t her she forgives him :)

You don't believe your own eyes. You literally can't believe what you're seeing. Because you know for a fact that Hardin did not just kiss Molly after being asked to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.

"Obviously, it was going to be me." Molly locks eyes with you and silently dares you to say something. She knows you're with Hardin even if you've both denied it several times. And she knows this is breaking your heart.

"You had some good competition, though," Zed points out, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. Hardin narrows his eyes but keeps quiet. He doesn't have a leg to stand on after what he just did.

"You call that competition?" You don't need to hear any more of this. You didn't even want to go to the stupid party in the first place, and now look at what happened. Without even so much as glancing over at Molly or Hardin, you get up and walk outside. Thank God you decided not to drink today. You're on the road before Hardin has a chance to catch up with you. Hardin shouts a selection of curses as he watches you drive off, but you don't really care. You never would've done what he did to you.

Seven missed calls, twelve text messages, all from Hardin. But you can't even bring yourself to read them. He kissed Molly. Of all people, he kissed the one person you hate more than anything. You stumble into your dorm room and hide under your duvet. You're not sure how much time passes but eventually, he finds you. Of course, he finds you.

"Jesus Christ, you've had me worried!" he exclaims, barging in. He doesn't bother to give you a chance to deny him before he's lying in bed next to you. His strong arms wrap around you as if you're two matching puzzle pieces, and it's just about all you can do to not give into his embrace.

"You kissed her. You kissed Molly," you cry, feeling the tears sting your eyes.

"I promise you, I hated every second. As in, I literally gagged from feeling her lips on mine. The only lips I want to feel are yours." His grip tightens, and you have to admit you feel better now that you know he hated it as much as you did.

"No one compares to you. No one ever will."

"You really mean that?" you ask, feeling all your insecurities try to claw their way to the surface. He brushes a few loose strands of hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.

"With every fiber of my being. I love you and only you."

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[imkylotrash]

I don’t know if you are taking requests at the moment, I know you are busy, but when you are- I’d really love to see your version of maybe a Boxer!Hardin Scott x the reader where he ends up going up against the readers ex (Hardin and the reader aren’t together just yet) and her ex keeps saying rude/sexist things about the reader and Hardin gets scary mad and wins the match.

It is packed in the small arena. Sweaty bodies are moving around on way too little a space, and you feel elbows hitting you in the back and several feet stepping on your own. It's hell for you but you promised Hardin that you'd come see him fight his first fight. You've decided to completely ignore the fact that this is underground fighting and not entirely legal because boxing is the first thing that has actually helped Hardin take steps toward being the wonderful man, which you know he can be.

"You made it." Hardin hugs you tightly, bringing you back to the present.

"Wouldn't miss it," you smile, looking around at all the people waiting for the boxers to go into the ring. Bets are being placed, and people are downing pints of beer as if they life depends on it. That's when you spot him. The biggest mistake of your life, and the guy you've been trying to avoid ever since you broke up. With your luck, he spots you immediately and makes his way over.

"You sure this is a safe space for a little girl like you?" Hardin steps in front of you to create some space between the two of you, and you're thankful that your friend is so ready to help because you just don't have it in you to deal with him. You're so over his idiotic attempts to get a rise out of you, but Hardin looks ready to commit a crime best not mentioned.

"You really need someone else to pick your fight? Jesus, I knew girls were the weaker sex but you're taking it to a whole new level."

"Shut up." It's so quiet, it's almost impossible to hear over the crowd going crazy for the first fight but you hear him and so does your ex. You know Hardin well enough to take a step back, but he doesn't. It almost feels like fate when both his and Hardin's name is called to enter the ring.

"Give me five minutes," he says, touching your arm gently before heading towards the ring. You look on anxiously as they both get up on the platform. There's a scary sort of calm in Hardin's eyes that lets you know just how angry he really is. You've been caught in the crossfire of his anger once before and, for a split second, you feel sorry for your ex who's about to experience it for the first time. Punches are thrown, and you wince every time Hardin is hit but it's clear from the beginning who's going to be the winner of the match. Three rounds and Hardin is announced the winner. You try to ignore his bloodied knuckles when he returns to you, but there is clearly tension.

"I'm sorry," he says once you're both sitting in the car on your way to your dorm.

"For what?"

"For letting you see that. I just couldn't let him speak to you in that way," Hardin whispers, his knuckles turning white as his grip on the steering wheel tightens.

"Well, are you okay?"

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Of course, I'm okay."

"Good. Then I'm fine." The rest of the drive is quiet, but when you get out of the car, Hardin follows you rather than drive home himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks. Surprisingly, you do really feel fine. You don't appreciate his bloody knuckles, but you appreciate him defending you. Your only concern is that his anger tonight is a step in the wrong direction.

"If you're okay, I'm okay. That's the way this works, right?" You look into those gorgeous eyes of his, searching for any sign that he's different in some way but you find nothing.

"Right."

"Goodnight, Hardin." You kiss his cheek gently, and as you go to pull back, he places his hand on your lower back and pulls you right back in.

"Is it okay?" he asks, wanting to make sure you're feeling what he's feeling.

"Ye—" He kisses you. And for the time being, the world starts and ends with Hardin.

"I'm really glad you came tonight," he mumbles as you break apart.

"Me too."

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[imkylotrash]

Hardin Scott where he gets all flustered beneath the mistletoe with the reader because he is crushing on her and let’s down his facade- ❤️

You love Christmas. The decorations around town, the questionable Santa at the mall, ice skating. Even a tiny part of you still wants to believe that maybe there was some truth to the North Pole Santa shop. It's the snow coating everything in white, the scarfs and knitted hats from your grandma. Christmas is the season to be jolly. And for the first time, you have someone to spend Christmas with. Hardin Scott. The writer, the bad boy, the Grinch. The biggest Grinch on the planet, and you're determined to prove to him that Christmas is the best time of the year. It's the reason he's currently standing by the ice rink waiting for you to return with two pairs of skates.

"Thank you," you smile, grabbing both pairs of skates and heading over to Hardin.

"It's freezing," he complains, but you refuse to change your mind. You're going out on the ice, and Hardin is going to love it. And he does. Even if he doesn't admit it, you notice the tiny smile on his lips whenever he thinks you're not looking.

"See, it's not that hard," you say right before he falls flat on his ace. It takes every last bit of self-control to not laugh as he attempts to get back up.

"Fuck this," he mumbles as he tries to crawl across the ice to get to the exit.

"Hardin, do you need help?"

"Nope!" You're praying he doesn't notice the parents laughing from afar as they watch a grown man crawl and their own children easily skate around him. You chuckle lightly as you glide to the exit looking at his pouty face.

"You're not exactly convincing me that Christmas is nice, you know."

"Nonsense. Just wait until we get to the next activity." The Christmas Tree farm isn't really a success either. You get a beautiful tree, but Hardin is on the wrong side of it when he saws it at the root, so it falls on top of him, and suddenly he's coated in the snow too.

Baking Christmas cookies don't go too well either. For some reason, they come out of the oven burned. When you decorate the tree, you find a bird's nest in the middle of it. Luckily, there's no bird, but it puts a damper on things nonetheless.

"I have one last thing," you say, approaching the couch with two cups of cocoa.

"What?" You run to the kitchen again to grab it.

"Close your eyes," you call, making sure to keep it hidden behind your back so he doesn't see it. You sit down next to him and hold it over both your heads.

"It's a mistletoe," you say, smiling as he opens his eyes.

"I can see that," he laughs with bright red cheeks. You know he's never had a relationship with romantic gestures, but here you are holding a mistletoe, so he can kiss you. His lips are soft, tasting slightly like cocoa.

"If you'd started with this, I would've been in love with Christmas way sooner," he whispers fidgeting a little with his fingers, "almost as much as I love you." It's the first time either of you has said it, and you give total credit to your day of Christmas. He tries to hide his face, but you love his blushing cheeks, so you pry them away to look into his eyes.

"I love you, Hardin."

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[imkylotrash]

Stranger

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: You live in a world where you can forget someone by saying the trigger word 'stranger' and Hardin says "I wish I never met you" during a horrible fight between you and Hardin and you grant him his wish by making yourself forget him. Anonymous.

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @justyouraveragedorkygirl

Meeting Hardin changes your life. Whether it's for the better or worse, you're still trying to decide. When it's good, it's perfect. And when it's bad... well, you do a lot to make sure it stays good. But it's also tiring to constantly be walking on eggshells so you don't poke the sleeping bear inside of Hardin. And some days there's just nothing you can do.

Today is a day like that.

"You keep nagging me! You're so incredibly stupid, what the fuck?!" he screams and it just breaks you once again. Every time you think you're even close to putting your heart back together, he throws another punch to shatter it.

"Hardin, stop." Your plea isn't heard by anyone. Horrible words just keep coming at you and it's getting too much. You're so tired of feeling awful about yourself as if you deserve this type of treatment.

"I wish I never met you!" he yells and right then and there, you decide to grant him his wish. No one is worth the pain you've gone through just because you love them.

"You wish you never met me? Fine. Stranger." The last thing you see is him rushing over to you before everything goes black. When you wake up, you're lying in your own bed at the dorm.

"Y/N, we're going to be so late!" Your roomie rips the covers off of you and throws some clothes in your face. Panic sets in as you try to make it to your first lecture. Five minutes late but you're there and you quickly take a seat on the back row.

"... and when we're dealing with a book like Exit West, we want to focus on the nostalgia or dare I say lack thereof." Your professor giggles a little before continuing. Two hours talking about a book you've only finished half of before you can get a coffee. You need coffee at this point if you're going to make it through the next three-hour seminar so you head straight for the closest coffee cart.

"Thank you," you say grabbing the hot cup of coffee and taking a whiff of pure pleasure before turning around. A hand shoots out to save both you and your coffee before you trip over him.

"Sorry!" you say looking into beautiful, green eyes. He's not exactly your type with all the piercings and tattoos, but you can't deny he has beautiful eyes.

"It's fine. It was my fault," he smiles still holding onto you.

"No, I was totally walking in a bubble. Obviously, I'm not the only one wanting coffee," you laugh waiting for him to remove his hand. It doesn't necessarily bother you, but you also don't know the guy and it's getting a little weird.

"As long as both you and the coffee made it," he chuckles and you don't know that he knows just how much you care about your coffee but he does. He knows every single detail about you and it kills him that you don't remember him.

"Right. I should probably get to class," you comment taking a step past the guy.

"I'm Hardin," he says and you struggle to see why you need to know that. What seemed like a little meet-cute has turned weird really quickly.

"Bye," you mumble giving him a quick smile before heading off. When you meet up with your roomie, you tell her all about the guy at the coffee cart but she doesn't laugh as you'd imagined. In fact, she looks really worried when you tell her that he said his name was Hardin.

"Listen, he sounds really weird. Maybe you should just stay clear of him." And you don't remember it, but she remembers you crying snot over him every day and missing school because you couldn't even get out of bed. She remembers that one time when you literally didn't leave your bed for five days straight and she never wants to see you like that again, so she tells you to stay clear of him and you agree easily because you don't know that you already know Hardin Scott so it's not much of a loss.

But it gets weird when you get home from work earlier than you expected to hear raised voices in your room. You recognize your roomie's voice but the other one is harder to place.

"Leave them alone! I refuse to let you close again!"

"I loved them!" the voice yells back with equal anger and you can't help but wonder if they're talking about you. Except it doesn't make sense until the door opens and the guy Hardin storms out not even noticing you standing there.

"Did I forget Hardin?" you ask feeling frozen in time. What could he possibly have done that was horrible enough for you to say stranger?

"I... Yes. But it's the best decision you've ever made. He treated you like dirt." You don't argue with that - can't argue with that because you don't remember how it once was.

"I'll avoid him, okay." It doesn't change much for you other than the fact that you have to find a new place to get your coffee.

And years pass by without you even thinking about Hardin until you spot him in a crowded room at a stupid party that you have no idea why you're even at. One of your friends from work had invited you as their plus one and you'd agreed even though you didn't know the author or the book that was being celebrated. Apparently, it had won a literary award.

"I wish someone would write about me like this," your colleague gushes and grabs a book from the table that is currently carrying about four dozen of them. Tables like that are placed around the room so guests can grab a copy and read.

"It's a love story?" you ask deciding to ignore him for now and focus on the book instead.

"Only one of the best love stories to ever be told!" they exclaim making you laugh as you flip through the first few pages.

"Really? This review compares it to Wuthering Heights," you note but you still hold on to the book. Even Wuthering Heights had a few good chapters.

"It's the ending though. He changes completely and admits all the blame. He works on himself so he can be worthy of them. It's admirable." You're not sure if those are the words you'd use to describe it but by the time you've phrased your argument in your head, your colleague has already vanished in the crowd.

"Did you like the book?" His voice startles you but you attempt to keep your composure.

"Haven't read it. Just don't tell the author," you say attempting a joke to diffuse the tension that's building between the two of you. You try to remember anything about him but you come up blank.

"Well, you kind of just did," he says with blushing cheeks.

"Oh," you say unsure where to go from there.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He works on himself so he can be worthy of them. You hear the words echo in your mind as he waits for your answer. He looks earnest and you decide that everyone deserves a second chance - unaware of just how many chances you've already given him.

"Sure." He looks relieved as you follow him to the bar.

"I'm glad I ran into you," he says handing you a glass of white wine. He tries a smile and you return it. It's hard to be angry with someone when you literally don't remember what they did. People change and maybe he really has changed for the better. That reasoning is what makes you clink your glass against his and take a sip.

"Me too."

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Traitor

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader, Hardin Scott x Molly

Request: Hey! Hardin Anon here🥰 would you ever consider doing something based on the song ‘Traitor’ by Olivia Rodrigo. It’s like the reader and Hardin aren’t something but they also aren’t nothing either ?? But he gets caught with Molly or someone. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @justyouraveragedorkygirl Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

A/N working through a horrible writer's block. I have zero motivation and I hate it. This is the first thing I've been able to write in a while 😩

You're not meant to be here right now. You know you're not meant to be here because Hardin is looking at you like you just grew a second head. At first glance, there's nothing inherently wrong with the scene in front of you. Hardin is getting a cup of coffee with a friend but you know. Truthfully, you've always known but seeing it makes it so much more real.

"Y/N," he says taking a step towards you but that only makes you back up. Every instinct is telling you to run away screaming but he still gets to take you home at the end of the night because you don't want to lose him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hanging out with her today?" you ask once you're alone in his apartment.

"Because you always get so fucking paranoid whenever I talk to her. I didn't want to deal with your crap just because I'm hanging out with a friend." The absurdity of what he just said almost makes you laugh out loud. You've been seeing each other for months and all this time he's been seeing her behind your back. Maybe he truly hasn't done anything other than talk with her, but you feel the betrayal all the same.

"But she's not just a friend. Why can't you just admit that you don't want me anymore?" Your heart is breaking. You can actively feel it breaking at this very moment as you're looking over at the boy you fell in love with so long ago.

"I do want you. I've always wanted you." The words cling hallow as you look into those eyes and see nothing of the love you once thought you saw. The illusion has been ripped away and now you're standing in this mess that he created by stringing you along.

"God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." No time is wasted as you grab your things and hurry out. Hardin doesn't stop you and with every step you take away from him, your heart cracks a little more. By the time you get home, it's completely shattered. And the worst part is how he doesn't even feel sorry for how he hurt you. It's painfully clear when he starts dating her just two weeks after you call it quits. It makes you wonder if he ever truly cared about you because two weeks later and you're still sobbing over him. There's no way you'd ever feel ready to love someone else so quickly, so you don't understand how he's moved on so quickly. You've turned into a complete mess over a boy who never even bothered to define your relationship. You feel absolutely pathetic when you open the door and see Tessa after two weeks in complete isolation

"You look rough," she says with a smile inching past you. It's the two-week mark and it's come way too soon.

"No more moping. We have school today," Tessa states already rummaging through your closet to find clothes - probably something that isn't just another set of pj's.

"I don't feel like going."

"That's not the deal though. Two weeks of moping and then we pull the other out of the dump." She throws some clothes on the bed and gets the shower running. Right now, you hate just how effective she's being but it does the trick though. You get a shower, you put fresh clothes on and you go to campus. If nothing else then to shut up Tessa.

"I know we're not going to mention his name but he's an idiot and if you see him today just know that he's never going to find someone as good as you." Ironically, this is the exact moment he walks around the corner with her hanging onto him as some stupid accessory.

"Looks like he already has," you mumble feeling the tears sting but you refuse to cry. This is what you need to see. Maybe he didn't cheat on you but he's still a traitor, and you need to see this to get over him.

"He's a complete jerk prancing around with her like that," Tessa snorts but you're too busy watching him watch you. He knows exactly what he's doing almost holding her like some trophy. He wants you to know that you never really mattered much to him in the first place. And it kills you to think of everything you went through only for you to end up like this. Standing in separate corners of the courtyard watching each other like you've become strangers to one another.

"Let's go inside," you mumble. You can't stand to look at them for even a second longer.

God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

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Kiss Me On The Sidewalk

Pairing: Hardin Scott x Reader

Request: It’s raining. It’s POURING DOWN. They are stood in the rain (could either be sad, happy etc) but here’s a prompt!  “How can you blame me for not believing in love? The last time I did that it ruined me.” 

“If love is the sound of fists on a boxing bag and screaming until your throat is dry then maybe I do believe in love after all.” Anonymous

A/N I took the liberty of turning it into two prompts because I had the perfect idea.

Tagging: @bitchwhytho​ @music-of-melody​ @shadowhuntyi​ 

“Come back!” he yells but you’re determined to get away from him no matter what. You are done. You are done with him and all of his games. 

“Go away, Hardin.” You’re instantly drenched when you get outside. It’s pouring down with thunder and lightning but it won’t stop you. You’d rather take your chances than stay another second with him. 

“Are you crazy? You can’t go out in this weather.” Despite his own warning, he follows you out in the rain. His black t-shirt clings to him in a way that makes you feel things you don’t want to feel. 

“Just let it go, Hardin. Let me go.” God, you can’t do it anymore. You can’t keep up with his mood swings and his constant need to punish you. The only thing loving you has brought you is pain. 

“I can’t. Do you think I like being this way? I hate how crazy you make me.” 

“Oh, so this is my fault? What exactly did I do? Is it me loving you that makes it so difficult for you? Or maybe the way I put you first while you can’t even bring yourself to call me your girlfriend?” You’re not holding back this time but it still hurts to see the pain in his eyes. It seems you can’t go one day without arguing and you used to love the passion no matter how toxic it was but now you couldn’t stand it. You wanted someone to love you and not just treat you like a property. 

“You know I don’t date. I told you that from the start,” he argues but he can’t use that excuse anymore. Not when he’s clearing a drawer in his dresser for you and making room for an extra toothbrush in the bathroom. You may not be his girlfriend, but you’re sure as hell not just a friend he likes to fuck. 

“You told me you didn’t believe in love but you lie there next to me every night telling me I’m the only calm you’ve experienced. Something doesn’t add up.” You’re tired of being told you’re just a friend when he so clearly has feelings for you. 

“How can you blame me for not believing in love? The last time I did that it ruined me.” You know exactly who he’s referring to. Tessa Young. The girl who broke his heart in a million pieces and then stepped on the pieces. She was his first love but you’d helped glue everything back together and now you refused to live in the shadow of what she did to him. You had never hurt him like that and you refused to do so. But you couldn’t keep this going. 

“I’m not her,” you yell trying to talk over the thunder. It’s getting closer now and you just know you’ll be getting a cold from the rain. It’s pouring down and soaking everything. Not a single inch of you is dry anymore. 

“Don’t you think I know that?” he says agitated. His hair falls down in his eyes and you have to stop yourself from reaching out and pushing it to the side. You can’t get close to him if you’re going to keep your control. 

“Do you? Because you keep blaming me for her faults. Hardin, I am in love with you.” There’s the truth. It’s the first time you’ve said it out loud like that. His lips crashes against yours before you even have time to react. Your resilience is washed away by the rain and his touch. There’s something animalistic and raw in the way he kisses you like he’s scared you’ll disappear in the rain. You run your fingers through his hair hoping he knows just how much he means to you. 

“If love is the sound of fists on a boxing bag and screaming until your throat is dry then maybe I do believe in love after all,” you whisper against his lips. You don’t care if you spend the rest of your lives screaming at each other and punching walls but you need to know he’s all in. You need to know he’s willing to risk it all the way you are. 

“Whatever makes you stay. Just please stay.” You follow him inside getting the shower running as you undress. You need to warm up. You don’t say much as you get ready to go in the shower but as soon as you’re standing under the warm water, he’s ready to talk.

“I want to be with you. I’m just scared I’ll get hurt again,” he whispers. It’s the first time he’s been really honest with you and you’re thankful he’s finally reaching a point where he knows he can say these things to you. 

“I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you at some point. But I love you, Hardin and I’ll do everything in my power not to hurt you the way she did.” You trace one of his tattoos on his chest allowing him the time to think about what he says next. 

“I want you. I want to believe in love again.” He leans his forehead against yours as the warm water cascades down on you. It feels so good to hear him say that he actually wants you too. But you know deep down it won’t be enough to prevent the two of you from standing here again next time it gets too much. You need more to stay. He reads you like an open book knowing you need more. 

“How about we start small? A date,” he offers and you’re quick to agree. What you need is to know you’re moving in the right direction. As long as it’s one step forward and not three steps back, you don’t mind taking it slow. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Hardin. I hope you believe that someday.” 

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What Goes Around

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Could I please request an imagine/fic with Hardin Scott x Reader and basically Hardin of course has his bad boy reputation but this intrigues the reader. She is his complete opposite and finds his rudeness quite funny. Hardin is a little too mean to her one time and makes her cry. It doesn’t occur to Hardin that she likes him and by that point he feels like he has lost his chance to get to know her because of his.. ‘wicked’ charm? You can choose the ending. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho​ @music-of-melody​​

He’s watching you give your coffee order and it makes you smile. Everywhere you go, you seem to run into each other. At first, you’d just steal glances then go your separate ways but then it turned into “hello”. He made the first move and asked if you should have your coffee together one day. Ever since than you’d made polite conversation when you ran into each other and you had to admit that something intrigued you about the tattooed boy who refused to care about anyone other than himself. You couldn’t exactly relate to his perspective on life but you wanted to know more, to understand the boy who considered the world a cruel place rather than an opportunity to happy days. 

“This seat taken?” you ask standing with a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. The “Red Queen” series have become something of an obsession for you after finishing the first book. You never thought you’d stray from the classics but lately, YA books had been catching your eye. 

“I see you’re still on the third book,” he smiles and in the same moment letting you know how he feels about YA books. You don’t take it too hard considering he’s not even willing to admit his love for books for anyone other than you. 

“I’m taking my time and enjoying the words.” You have a tendency to get too invested and rush through a book to get to the ending meaning you miss a lot of the little Easter eggs along the way. You’re trying to change that. 

“Hey, no judgement from me.” He’s lying but it’s a cute lie so you’ll allow it. Once you’ve finished your coffee, you stand up grabbing your things. You have exactly ten minutes before your class start but you like to get there early in case you need to do some last-minute preparations. Hardin remains seated and you remain neutral in regards to his lack of motivation when it comes to college. 

I’ll be going classes now. Want to come?” Okay, maybe not that neutral. He shakes his head smiling and you know what that means. It takes three days before you run into him again. This time at the library where you reach for the same book which sounds completely absurd and something that would only happen in one of your books. It’s a cute moment though. 

“I guess great minds think alike,” you say and he scoffs.

“Please. You wish you were as clever as me.” He offers you the book about to sit down when he spots some of his friends outside. You know he’s been a little vague about who you are considering just how different you are to them and frankly, you don’t mind. Hardin is an interesting character because there’s more to him than just the casual alcoholic teen while the people he surrounds himself with at those frat parties really don’t have much else going on for them. You went one time and you’d never been more bored in your life. 

“I should go,” he says Within minutes he’s out the door walking in the direction away from his “friends”. After that you don’t spot him for a while or maybe he’s avoiding you to avoid the questions his friends will inevitable have. Either way, you find yourself missing his sarcastic comments. You hadn’t realised just how much of an impression he’d made on you until he wasn’t around. But he comes back to you eventually. 

“Hey,” he says when he spots you at the coffee house. 

“I thought you’d moved city,” you tease pushing out the chair across from you with your foot. He sits down sliding a book across the table. 

“As an apology,” he grins. You turn the book over to see the cover and you can’t help but smile. 

“You remembered.” One of the first conversations between you and Hardin had been about ecocriticism and a book called “The Road” that you’d borrowed from the library more times than you could count. You’d discussed the topic in class where your professor had recommended this book and now Hardin had gotten it for you. 

“You wouldn’t shut up about the book for at least five hours. How could I not?” He shrugs it off like it’s no big deal but it still means a lot to you. Now you could read the book whenever you felt like it. And he’d gotten the original cover rather than the movie cover. It would’ve been the perfect gift if his friends hadn’t shown up and ruined everything. You see the change in him the second they enter the coffee house. 

“Hardin, who’s this?” Jace asks with hungry eyes making you feel incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Just a friend,” Hardin offers not wanting to give any information to these people. 

“Sure, friend. Do you feel the same way, honey?” Jace asks making the rest of the guys snicker. Before you have a chance to answer, Hardin opens his mouth and ruins everything. 

“Yes, friend. I mean look at her. Not exactly my type, is it? I mean, could it get anymore vanilla?” This earns him a high five from one of the guys but it cracks your heart. You’ve never thought much about your close or the way you looked because you thought the inside counted a hell of a lot more than the outside. But hearing that the idea of being with you seemed so ludicrous hurt more than you liked to admit. 

“I should get going.” You don’t look at Hardin when you leave and you don’t bring the book with you. If this is how he thinks of you then you don’t want anything from him. And it’s not even the fact that he considers you a friend. If that’s all it was, you’d be fine. It’s how easy it was for him to degrade you that really hurt. You tell yourself you won’t cry but it’s a lost battle as you head home. Unfortunately, you don’t reach home before he catches up to you.

“Leave me alone, Hardin,” you say picking up the pace. You’re determined to reach your apartment without stopping but of course, you can’t help yourself when it’s Hardin.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Mad at you? Of course, I’m mad at you!” you yell not caring who hears you at this point.

“You of all people should realise what it’s like to be judged on the way you look. I like the way I look and I absolutely refuse to let you make me feel bad about it!” You don’t care if he said it because of his friends or not, it’s the fact that it came to him so easily. That means he’s thought it before regardless of the situation at the coffee house. 

“It was a joke!” he yells back opting for defensive rather than just apologise. You’re not doing this. You turn around and this time he doesn’t follow you. It’s weeks before you dare return to the coffee house. You don’t want to meet him again. Instead you dive head first into the universe of Jane Austen thinking he could’ve been your Mr. Darcy with his sour attitude and soft spot for you but it didn’t turn out that way. But your need for good coffee eventually win over your fear of seeing him again. The plan is in, order, pay and leave. It’s just not that simple once you’re inside. 

“You forgot this.” He places “The Road” in front of you as you’re waiting for your coffee. You can’t believe he’s held onto to it since that day. You figured he would’ve just chucked it in the bin. 

“I’m really sorry for what I said. It was rude and thoughtless. You deserve better.” It’s a good apology but you can’t help but think what the insult will be the next time his friends catch you together. 

“You’re right. I deserve better.” You get your coffee and head outside. 

“Throw me a bone here. I said I was sorry.” Of course, Hardin follows you outside refusing to let this go. 

“Hardin, you’re only sorry because I called you out on it. You don’t actually care that it hurt me.” He’s not the first guy who thought he could walk all over you and he won’t be the last but you refuse to accept that treatment. You deserve a lot better than that. 

“I’m sorry because it hurt you. I didn’t think you’d read so much into it,” he defends himself making it clear to you that it’s a pointless discussion. He’s not going to understand why what he said was hurtful despite his own appearance and the comments he’s received. 

“How could I not? I’m sitting there thinking we might have a shot and then you pull the rug out from under me. I’m not playing these games with you.” 

“What?” You don’t bother repeating yourself instead using this moment of shock to hurry away. You manage to avoid him for another week before he corners you on campus. 

“You can’t just throw something like that out in the world and then leave. It’s been going round and round in my head.” He has a hand on each side of you leaning against the wall. It’s effective for keeping you in place and distracting you from why you’re actually upset with him. 

“I never thought you’d like me like that. Shit, I would’ve done things very differently if I ever thought I had a chance.” This time you’re the one in shock. You didn’t think he’d put so much thought into what you said last time. 

“What would you have done differently?” Despite vowing to yourself that you’re done with Hardin, you find yourself curious once again. This bad boy persona with a loving man hidden inside seems like an impossible paradox.

“I would’ve kept you well clear of those idiots from the frat house. Bought you flowers maybe. Taken you to dinner. Bought you a hell of lot more books.” You don’t want to forgive him but it’s hard to think when he’s this close to you. 

“I can start now if you’d like.” He places a hand on your cheek and his touch gives you chills. You inhale sharply telling yourself not to give into him but your body has already thrown in the white towel. He leans down stopping inches from your lips. 

“I really am sorry. It won’t happen again.” Instead of answering, you lean up closing the gap between you. It’s the first kiss but definitely not the last. 

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Hear Your Heart

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: There is a really big party at Hardin’s fraternity house and the reader attends. Hardin gets into a fight and the reader flees to the bathroom. Alone in the bathroom, she breaks down crying until Hardin demands that she leaves the bathroom so he can use it. As she exits the bathroom she tries to find sanctuary so she can fully break down in peace and goes into Hardin's room. Hardin is furious but seeing the reader upset, he softens and asks her what’s wrong. Anonymous.

TW: Blood, panic attack.

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @justyouraveragedorkygirl Let me know if you want to be added/removed.

You're not sure how you find yourself on the ground after having been pushed by the crowd gathering around another fight at the dumbest frat party on a Friday night. It's safe to say you regret every decision leading to you attending this party. You carefully bend your wrist feeling sore but nothing is broken.

"This is what I get for breaking the fall," you mumble continuing to gently move your wrist in a circle to loosen some of the stiffness. Seeing the fight is not what bothers you, it's the single drop of blood that's landed on your hand. You can't stop the tremor going through your body as you watch it slowly glide down your palm. It must've hit you when Hardin landed one of his punches. It's too much. You flee to the bathroom to wash it off but you can't unsee it. Your mind keeps trying to convince you that it's still there. Three rounds of handwashing later and you can't fucking breathe.

"Finish up already!" The loud banging on the door brings you back to the present but it doesn't help with your panic attack. If anything, the loud noise makes everything worse. You stumble out and push past him into the first room you find.

"Books, lamp, bed." You count them in your head trying to breathe in and out slowly.

"Music, yelling, a fly buzzing." Finally, your breathing is starting to even out allowing your body to relax.

"Wrist, fingers, ear." You keep hold of your earlobe as you continue to breathe in and out. The 3-3-3 rule has always helped you in these situations but it doesn't stop the tears from streaming down your face. Your body may have left the fight or flight stage but it always hits you the hardest once you calm down. That's when the exhaustion hits you and completely drains you.

"What are you doing in my room?" You spin around to see Hardin standing in the doorway. He's angry and if you'd known this was his room, you never would've come in here.

"I just needed a place to calm down." You can't argue with him. You saw his face when he beat up that guy downstairs, and you have no interest in pissing him off like that.

"I don't want people in my room. So get out!" He walks past you to his dresser not even bothering to look at you.

"Okay." Something in your voice must give you away because he spins around with a completely different look on his face.

"What's wrong?" He's about to reach out but you take three steps back. You can't have him touching you when his knuckles are still bruised.

"Look, just take a seat on the bed. I won't touch you." He goes to stand in the corner farthest away from you which somehow is the perfect thing to make you feel a little safer in his company.

"I hate fights," you state looking anywhere but directly at him. You don't want to sound like you're accusing him because you saw what the other guy did to make Hardin hit him in the first place, but it got too close and too real for you.

"I saw him grab that girl's ass and I like that you stepped in and told him off but it could've been done without the violence," you say rubbing your hands together.

"Guys like that won't learn unless it comes with a fist. If I had just yelled at him, he would've done it again at the next party." You know he has a point. You just hate that it has to come to that for guys to understand it. Instead of answering, you get up and walk over to his bookshelf.

"You read a lot?" It's cliché but you can't help but pull out his copy of Pride and Prejudice. You used to consider Hardin to be like Wickham, but maybe there's more to him than meets the eye.

"When I need to relax," he says taking the copy from you. His fingers graze yours, but you find that it doesn't bother you as much as you'd assumed.

"I don't like people touching what's mine," he adds carefully returning the book to its original place.

"Gee, wouldn't have pecked you for a territorial guy." It's mostly a joke, but there's something about the way his eyes dart to your lips that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. He's a nice distraction from what just happened.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" he asks with a smirk. He's close enough for you to be able to smell his cologne.

"Would you laugh if I said yes?" A smile plays on his lips as he watches you walk towards the door.

"You're leaving?" You'd never imagined that you would ever be found flirting with Hardin Scott but he's so different when you're alone with him than when he's being pumped up by his friends. And part of you would love to stay and get to know him, but your spirit is drained. You need time to process and rest before you do anything stupid.

"Always leave them wanting more."

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Meet Me In The Afterglow

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Hardin made a pros and cons list about his girlfriend and Tessa. When the reader finds the paper, everything goes wrong. And Hardin may not be able to fix this one. Anonymous

Tagging: @justyouraveragedorkygirl​

Skinny

Nice ass

Big boobs

You turn over the paper with shaking hands not sure if you’re prepared to read what’s under your own name. You blink several times to clear your vision but even then you stall time before looking at that piece of paper. You need to know, but you don’t want to know what’s been written on that small piece of paper. 

Nice laugh

Boobs? 

The question mark punctures your heart and the pain spills all over the floor. Did he write this? He really sat down and compared you with Tessa - or anyone for that matter - after three years together? 

“Babe?” Panic settles in your bones when you hear his voice. You’re not ready to face him yet. The paper falls to the floor as you flee to the bathroom locking the door. It doesn’t matter if you have the paper or not, the words have been etched into your brain. Every time you close your eyes, you see the words that makes Tessa better than you. It’s too much for you to handle. 

“Baby?” Hardin asks knocking softly on the bathroom door but you don’t reply. This has become your safe haven from the pain and hurt Hardin has created outside. Who knew a piece of paper would be enough to break the amazing bond between you and Hardin? 

“What’s happened?” You can hardly bear to hear him so upset when your heart is the one falling apart. Still you can’t bring yourself to answer him or even let him know that you’re okay, because you’re really not. Of course, Hardin isn’t stupid so it doesn’t take him long to find the note. 

“Y/N, baby. Open the door right now!” He’s pounding on the door yelling. Once again he doesn’t care if the neighbours hear your fight. Instead of opening the door you curl up on the floor and let the tears flow freely. It takes too much to keep yourself together right now so you let yourself fall apart with the promise that you’ll collect the pieces in the morning. At some point, Hardin gives up and goes to bed. You’re sure you’ll talk tomorrow but right now you’re grateful for the silence. The next morning you wake up shaking. One look in the mirror confirms your blue lips and pale skin. You’ve been freezing. In an act of bravery, you open the door and tiptoe into the living room to find a blanket. You have every intention of locking yourself in the bathroom again when you turn around and spot him. There are circles under his eyes letting you know that the screams you heard last night wasn’t something you’d imagined. He’s been having his nightmare again. 

“Hi.” Raspy voice from crying. 

“I’m sorry.” There’s the apology that you want but not sure you’re ready to accept. 

“You have to know I didn’t write this. You have to know that I’d never even look at another girl. I was at the frat house and the other guys were fooling around writing these things down.” It’s a logical explanation but experience with Hardin has taught you that there’s always more than what Hardin tells you. 

“But why keep the note?” 

“I crumbled it up and put it in my jeans. I didn’t even think about the fact that you might find it. I swear, I didn’t write anything on Tessa’s page.” 

“Did you write something on mine?” you ask remembering the question mark placed after boobs. 

“I wrote some of it. But Jace and Molly wrote most of it.”

“Did you tell them to stop?” You don’t want the answers but for some reason you can’t stop yourself from asking them. His silence is enough answer on its own. 

“I’m going to be sick.” You run past him and into the bathroom where you throw up. Hardin comes into and tries to hold your hair but you keep screaming for him to get out and eventually he does. You’re not sure how long you stay out there this time, but it’s dark outside when you finally open the door. Hardin is sleeping with his back against the wall. He’s been waiting for you to come out. 

“Hardin?” you whisper but he doesn’t wake up. There’s a sort of peaceful look on his face here in his most innocent state. It’s funny how sleeping people always look younger. You take a moment to study him knowing full well that even though he’s hurt you worse than ever before, you’ll forgive him. You always do. It’s the way your love works. He hurts you, he works for your forgiveness, you give it to him only for him to hurt you again. You accepted a long time ago that Hardin Scott was a broken man and you were not the one meant to fix him. 

“You’re staring.” His eyes stay closed and you feel relieved that you still have this moment of privacy. You don’t say anything as you sit down next to him. Close enough to reach out and touch him if you want. 

“I hate that I hurt you. I-”

“Again.” 

“What?” 

“You hurt me again, Hardin. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever done something to hurt me. And I truly don’t care how much or how little you had to do with the list. You should’ve stopped them. And you definitely shouldn’t have kept the note.” Nausea hits you again but there’s nothing left inside of you to come up. You clench your hands as hard as you can to give you something to focus on other than the nausea. 

“I fucked up. I know I did. And one of these days sorry won’t be enough for you to forgive me. But please don’t give up on me yet. I’ll do better. I know I can do better.” At this point, you already know the speech. It hasn’t changed much throughout the years but the effect is the same. 

“Of course I’m not giving up on you. I just need a little space before I’m ready, okay?” 

“Of course. I’ll stay out here tonight.” There’s a feeling of relief when you hear that you’ll have the night to yourself. You’re not sure you’d be able to think straight with him sleeping next to you. 

“Goodnight,” you say ready for bed in less than an hour. It takes precisely two hours before you hear the first scream. Instincts react faster than your brain. You sprint out into the living room just in time for him to wake up. He’s drenched in sweat and terrified of what he had to revisit in his nightmare. 

“Come here.” Everything is ancient history in this moment because Hardin needs you. And you realise that you’ll have to discuss some things later, but right now you push it to the back of your mind. 

“Come with me,” you say gently holding out a hand. He instantly grabs it and lets you lead him to the bathroom where you turn on the shower. You both undress before getting in and just letting the water rain down on you. 

“I love you.” 

“I know.” You’re not ready to say it back yet and Hardin doesn’t push you. You both know you’ll say it back tomorrow. It’s just the way these things go. 

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She Looks So Perfect

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Hardin Scott x Insecure reader where he sees her in a swimsuit for the first time but she gets so flustered and embarrassed she actually avoids him for a bit. Anonymous

Warnings: Insecurities about body image, slight smut. 

A/N Can I just say that all body types are beautiful whether you’re skinny or medium or over size. Love yourself and your body because it does amazing things every single day. The insecurities I’ve written here are nothing more than insecurities and nothing that is actually true. 

“Hardin, what are we doing here?” you ask already feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing what you’re wearing underneath your summer dress. 

“This is my favourite place. I thought we could go for a swim.” When Hardin had suggested you’d wear a swimsuit you’d been cautious as to whether or not you should agree. Of course, you’ve never been able to say no to Hardin so you did agree. But you’d imagined a big public pool or something like that where you could blend in with all the other people and get in the water before Hardin noticed you too much. But out here with no one around, you’d be his main focus and you were not ready to be scrutinised. 

“Why don’t we just sit by the shore and enjoy the sunlight? It’s a beautiful day,” you suggest desperately thinking of ways to get out of this. Even on a good day you don’t want Hardin seeing you in your underwear. And up until this point you’ve managed to do it so casually that he’s never suspected that you’d might be insecure. 

“Why don’t you just pick the most boring activity and do that?” He’s mocking you and not kindly. You can only imagine what he’ll say when he sees you in your swimsuit. 

“Then jump in. I’ll be right behind you.” He takes a big leap from the small wooden bridge and splashes into the water. You try to get in without him noticing too much but of course his eyes widen at the sight of your body. You know it’s not pretty but his reaction makes everything so much worse. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” You’re on the verge of tears now which clearly confuses Hardin. 

“Can’t what?” 

“I just can’t stay here.” In two minutes, you dressed and walking away from Hardin who’s still in the water. You hear him calling after you but you’ve already gained too much distance between the two of you so he doesn’t catch up with you. The next couple of days you stay clear of Hardin. In your mind you keep replaying his reaction when he saw you in that swimsuit and you’re horrified by it. 

“Have you spoken to him at all?” your roommate asks after once again telling Hardin that you’re out even though you’re hiding behind the door. He’s been by a couple of times after that day at the lake but you’ve pretended to be away all times. 

“I will. I just need to gather some courage,” you reply wondering how you’ll ever be brave enough to stand there and listen to him say that you’re just not attractive. But that day comes sooner than you’d have liked. Because the following morning he’s standing outside your door as you’re about to leave for class. 

“Hardin, I’m already running late,” you start trying to get around him but he’s locked you in. 

“I’m not letting you go until you talk to me. Did I say something?” 

“Did you say something? Hardin, I saw the way you looked at me. You didn’t have to say anything.” He looks like he hasn’t slept in a while which makes you feel even worse. Whenever Hardin’s in pain, you’re in pain. It’s just the way it works. 

“How I looked at you?” By now it’s starting to piss you off how clueless he appears. 

“In my swimsuit. Your eyes nearly fell out of your skull. I didn’t have to stick around to hear what you had to say.” You’re being defensive now especially with how he’s smiling like you’ve said something funny. 

“What did you think I was going to say?” 

“I know you were going to make a joke about how I looked chubby. Or maybe that the swimsuit was too tight. Or maybe just the fact that I don’t have a thigh gap. I know I’m not attractive like that.” 

“Well, clearly you don’t know me that well. Because I was going to say that I fucking loved your body in that swimsuit. The things I wanted to do to you right then and there. And I honestly don’t give a fuck about whether or not you have a thigh gap. All I care about is how sexy you looked in that swim suit.” He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. 

“Really?” you ask trying to hold your tears back. 

“Babe, you’re literally the sexiest person I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to ever feel embarrassed about your body because that body does things to me that no one else does.” 

“I’m sorry I avoided you,” you mumble feeling really stupid now. 

“I know how you can make it up to me,” Hardin smirks. An hour later you’re standing in your swimsuit by the lake with Hardin right next to you. 

“Is it bad that I really just want to rip it off?” he asks before kissing you leaving you no time to answer. He drags you into the water never taking his eyes off of you. 

“You look so goddamn beautiful,” Hardin says making you blush, “and I’m going to remind you every single day.” He places small kisses down your neck as you wrap your legs around him. If you had any doubts about how Hardin feels about you in a swimsuit before, they disappear as you feel his excitement. You can’t help yourself as you roll your hips against his.

“Do you want to do it here?” he asks a little breathless. You give a little nod making him groan.

“You look so perfect.” And for the first time you believe him. 

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The Way You Hold Me

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Hardin Scott and the reader have been friends for as long as they can remember. When Hardin moves to the US, reader soon follows in the hope of a better life. And when they reunite, they both realise that some thing’s never ever change. Anonymous

A/N I worded the request differently because I didn’t want to give the plot away. But I hope you love it, babe. 

Ticket in hand you’re looking at the boarding gate wondering if you should turn around. Of course that would be the tenth time you’ve turned around in the last 20 minutes. You can’t help but wonder if this is a mistake. You know your mom wants you to go convinced by the promise of a better life with Ken. But you’re not sold on the idea yet. To be honest, the main thing drawing you towards America is Hardin. You haven’t spoken to him in two years even though you both desperately tried to keep in touch. But with the time zones and life in general it slowly ebbed out leaving you mending a somewhat broken heart. Hardin had been your first and in some ways your only real friend. 

“Ma’am?” You look up at the lady waiting to see your passport. 

“Of course, sorry.” You hand over the papers and wait for her to inspect them. A short while later you’re sitting on the plane with a knot in your stomach. You briefly wonder if you’ll get to run into Hardin at campus but you don’t hope for it. You know better than to hope for these kind of things. It’ll only ruin you in the long run. Subconsciously you spin the bracelet around your wrist, something you’ve done ever since you got the bracelet. You don’t allow yourself to think about when he handed you one and showed you his own. You don’t allow yourself to wonder if he still wears his. Most importantly you don’t allow yourself to wonder why you’re still wearing yours. It’s just become a staple to your wardrobe especially after you and Hardin stopped talking. This is the last piece of him that you allowed yourself to keep. And now you’ll be standing in America in less than 7 hours to get a better life. At least that’s what your mother described it as. You think it’s mainly because she doesn’t want to deal with you getting into trouble anymore even though she’d never admit that. Instead she sent you packing to America hoping you’ll be able to turn your life around by finally standing on your own two feet. 

“We’ll be landing in 30 minutes,” a voice over the intercom informs you and you feel the nerves hit for the millionth time today. Half an hour goes by too fast and suddenly you find yourself sitting in a taxi. You already have an apartment ready that’s been paid in full for the next three months. Just enough to get settled in and find a job to help pay the bills. This is it. You’re on your own. 

“Just keep breathing,” is what you mutter under your breath when you’re sitting in the cab and it’s the same motto you follow when you’re heading to your first class on the following Monday. English literature which seemed like a good idea at first but now you’re worried you won’t be able to keep up. In fact you’re so worried about the class itself that you don’t notice him until he decides to speak up. 

“Love is nothing but a transaction. I can turn it on. And I can turn it off.” 

“Hardin?” you whisper staring at him rather indiscreetly. The entire class is watching the scene fold out so you blush and look down. The teacher tries to smooth things over and continues the lesson but you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. What are the chances that you would meet him on the first day of campus? You weren’t even sure if you were going to be taking the same classes. After that time seems to slow down making it almost unbearable to sit there with Hardin’s eyes burning into the back of your head. You can feel him watching you even without turning around. The second class is dismissed he’s standing in front of you. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks not even caring that he’s blocking for some of the students trying to leave. However, you do care so you grab him by the wrist and drags him out into the hallway. 

“I moved here,” you say already missing the feeling of actually touching him. 

“But why?” 

“Gee, don’t get too happy about it,” you bite not sure why he’s acting this way. 

“I am happy. I’m more than happy. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me,” he replies not a trace of his normal sarcasm. Has he gone soft? 

“Then give me a hug instead of looking at me like I’m a ghost.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. In an instant his long arms are wrapped around you in a tight embrace. It feels so good to be hugging him, you almost let yourself feel what you’ve been pushing away for so long. He still uses the same cologne as before turning your knees into jelly. 

“Let’s grab coffee,” he says after the longest hug in the history of time. You don’t object but follow him outside. 

“So my mom finally had enough. That’s why I’m here,” you admit as you’re walking towards the coffee shop. 

“Had enough of what?” he asks even though you both know the answer to that. 

“A little bit of everything. Mostly my innate ability to find trouble on every corner,” you joke never wanting to be too serious. It’s so easy and familiar to slip into old habits with Hardin. Like no time has passed between the two of you. 

“Same order?” he asks. You nod and he turns to go order while you find a table for the two of you. Not too long after he returns with two cups of steaming coffee. A sight that will always bring a smile to your face. That’s when you notice. Oh God, that’s when you see it. Right there on his wrist is a bracelet that matches yours perfectly. You know that it says your birth year on his the same way yours has his birth year. 

“You’re still wearing it?” you whisper almost in shock. Why is he still wearing it?

“What?” he asks but he immediately tugs down on his sleeve. 

“Why are you wearing it?” 

“It’s no big deal,” he replies looking out the window. In fact, he’s looking anywhere that isn’t you. So you do the only thing you can think of. You hold out your arm to let him see the bracelet around your own wrist. 

“I wear it too,” you smile. Even after all this time apart, you can read the feelings flashing across his face like an open book. Relief, hope, wonder. You imagine the same feelings dominate your features right now. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch. After a while it got too painful. I hated only seeing you on facetime calls so I just stopped calling instead.” It’s a crappy excuse but you understand it well. The same hurt stabbed your heart every time you had to settle for a voice note rather than a hug. 

“I hated being apart from you. It’s the first time we’ve been since we became friends,” you admit wanting to admit so much more. You want to tell him that you’ve loved him for as long as you can remember. That you’ve never wanted anyone else and that your his if he wants you. All the thoughts and feelings you’ve hidden away in a box is coming out now and it hurts to contain them to just being thoughts in your head. 

“I know. I missed you everyday. I didn’t know how to be friends like that. Especially because...” He stops for a moment with hesitation in his eyes. Say it, Hardin. You’re silently begging him to make the first move. 

“Because I love you. And not just as a friend. I wear this bracelet because I haven’t been able to let you go.” If words could silence the world, these words would be the ones. A string of words to create a symphony more beautiful than anything you’ve ever heard before. He loves you. 

“When you left, you took part of me with you. There’s never been anyone else. Only you. And it broke my heart to lose you like that.” Everything is happening so fast. You’ve only just gotten here and now you’re confessing your love to Hardin. He’s leaning closer and you’re drowning in his scent but for the first time in a long time you can breathe. He’s making your heart race a hundred miles per hour but at the same time you feel completely calm. Because this is right. This is meant to be. You and Hardin. 

“Just tell me to stop.” But you have no intention of ever telling him to stop. It breaks your heart a million times over in the best way possible when his lips finally meet yours. 

“I hope you know I’m never leaving you again.” His words makes you wish that you weren’t in public. 

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go again.”

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Common Sense

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Hardin finds out that Tessa cheated on him with Trevor, resulting in him trying to get close to the reader to spite Tessa, but instead he slowly begins falling for her however the reader finds out about his scheme. Anonymous

A/N For this one Hardin never did the bet with Tessa.

“Can you please focus, Hardin? I really need a good grade for this paper.” He’s staring at his phone once again not paying any attention to your computer screen and the assignment. 

“Sorry,” he says finally putting his phone away. 

“Is everything okay?” you ask deciding the paper can wait for another minute. He looks like he’s about to cry which doesn’t really happen very often for him. It almost scares you seeing him vulnerable as opposed to his usual cocky self.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmurs but the next day at school the rumour has already spread so it turns out he doesn’t get much of a choice. His darling Tessa has cheated on him with her work colleague Trevor Matthews. You feel horrible for Hardin having to deal with this after everything he went through to get Tessa to like him in the first place. You don’t see him until lunch when he sits down next to you in the cafeteria. 

“I guess you heard,” he says looking around at the people trying to get a good look of the bad Hardin and his broken heart. You flip someone off which seems to get people to at least be more discreet. 

“I’m sorry, Hardin. I can’t believe she did that to you.” For a second, you contemplate reaching over and grabbing his hand as a show of support but you don’t want to cross his limits. 

“Do you want to get out of here? I really can’t stand people looking at me anymore,” he says focusing solely on your face. At your hesitation he adds: “Please.” Well, he might as well break your heart too. He just looks so sad. 

“If we dedicate one hour at some point today to finish the paper, I’m all yours.” A blush creeps onto your cheeks when you realise how it sounds but Hardin just smiles and grabs your hand to drag you out of the cafeteria. You notice Tessa staring with big eyes but you don’t feel guilty. She’s the one in the wrong. 

“So where do you want to go?” you ask when you reach his car. 

“Anywhere and nowhere. How about we just drive?” A drive sounds good to you. Over the next couple of weeks, you take a lot of drives just to talk. It turns out, Hardin is both funny and surprisingly deep. He knows more literature than you and can quote them casually. An ability you very much envy. You’ve even started convincing yourself that just maybe you might stand a chance with him. That is until you run into Tessa between classes.

“Tell me, Y/N. Do you want him for the rest of the week before I take him back or should I just do it now?” You furrow your brows in confusion. 

“What are you even talking about, Tessa?” You feel like your head might split into two and Tessa is adding to your migraine.

“What? You didn’t think he was actually in to you? He just wanted to get back at me.” She’s saying words but they don’t make sense to you. Hardin wouldn’t do that. Not to you. 

“You don’t believe me?” She starts reading from her phone: “Tell me you want me back and I’ll drop her. This thing is getting tiresome anyway.”  He sent that a week ago. For a week he’s been planning to dump you and it breaks your spirit. He doesn’t want you. How could you ever be stupid enough to think you might actually stand a chance? 

“Move,” you say and she steps aside laughing as she does so. Your hands are shaking when you get to your car but you refuse to cry. Not at school for everyone to see. Instead you get in your car and drive straight to the forest. You need quiet and you need a place with no people around. For the entire car ride you manage to keep the tears at bay but the second you park the car, they flow freely. It’s ugly and messy but you can’t hold it back anymore. How could he do this to you? It takes you four hours to get it all out before you drive home. You feel empty and spent. For once, your parents let you pass without a million questions about your days. Perhaps they see it on your face. Whatever the reason, you’re forever thankful for being able to just run upstairs and hide under your duvet. The second wave of tears hits you harder than the first. Every time you think, you’ve run out of tears to cry, they just keep falling. At some point, you fall asleep. You don’t wake until 2AM when you hear something hit your window. Confused you stumble over to your window just in time to see a small pebble hit your window. 

“Y/N!” someone whisper-yells from the garden. You don’t want to admit it but you know that voice. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask once you’ve opened the window. 

“I need to talk to you.” 

“Can’t this wait until the morning?” You have no intention of talking to him tomorrow or any other day but you just really want him to leave now. Too much has happened today for you to have room for this too. 

“I heard what Tessa said. Please come down.” Everything in you screams to close the window and go back to bed but you have a feeling he’s not going to give up. You sneak down the stairs and into the backyard. 

“Well?” you ask crossing your arms. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?” He opens his mouth and then closes it again. This happens a few times before he’s able to answer. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to tell you. But there’s so much more to the story than what Tessa said.” 

“Then talk.” He seems surprised that you so willingly agreed to hear his side and frankly, you’re surprised yourself. But there’s a small part of you that hopes he just might have an explanation that will make all of this go away. 

“Tessa cheated on me. And I felt like shit. I was desperate to get her back and there you were. I wanted to use you to make her jealous. I was hoping she might want me back if she saw me with someone else.” 

“I already know that part, Hardin. It wasn’t that hard to figure out from the text.” You’re about to turn around and go back inside when he grabs your arm to keep you from leaving. You hate how your body responds to his touch even now after everything he’s done to you. 

“But the part you don’t know is that I got to know you. The sweet girl who cares about the environment and cries when she sees videos of puppies. And I will never understand how you can drink coffee with that much sugar in or why you care so much about being a mathlete but I love that you do. I really do. What I’m trying to say is that I really like you.” I really like you. Four words spinning around in your head making you dizzy. 

“I need to sit down,” you say. Not caring about getting wet or dirty, you sit down right then and there on the grass. I really like you. 

“How do I know this isn’t just part of the scheme?” You don’t trust him and for good reason. Your whole friendship has been based on a lie.

“If you give me a chance, I promise I will prove to you that this is the truth. I may have gone into this for entirely wrong reasons, but I fell for you harder than I thought possible.” 

“If you don’t give him a chance, I will.” 

“Mom?” You quickly stand up almost tripping in the process. 

“Honey, I don’t know what that boy did to you, but he’s throwing pebbles at your window and waiting for you to make it right. I’d say he’s earned a second chance.” She comes over to look Hardin over before looking at you. 

“I like him. Even if he has the worst aim in the world.” You can’t help but laugh. For some reason, it makes everything better that your mom is saying go for it. You’ve always been so close with her and she’s never ever given you bad advice. 

“I expect you back in bed in 5 minutes. It’s a school night.” With that she leaves the two of you alone. For a moment none of you speak. 

“You are on a trial run for now. One mistake and you’re out.” Suddenly, his lips are on yours leaving you in complete shock. 

“I had to do that. Our five minutes are almost up.” He doesn’t even look apologetic and you hate how much you liked that kiss. You both know he’s forgiven. 

“How much time would you say we have left?” you ask looking back at the house to make sure your mom isn’t watching. 

“A minute, I’d say.” 

“Then let’s make the most of it,” you whisper leaning in again.

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Hidden Truths

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader (Platonic)

Summary: Can you write something where the reader learns she was kidnapped at birth and Hardin helps her through the trauma? Anonymous

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, trauma, mentions of miscarriage. Let me know if there are more. 

A/N For this one Hardin stayed in England with his mom. Also one of the hardest concepts I’ve ever tried writing. 

It starts out as a joke. You just want to know more about your ancestors and there’s this trend going around that you send in your DNA and it tells you all about where you come from. The 5% Ireland doesn’t surprise you. Frankly, you expected that part. It’s the 80% Canadian that surprises you. Your family hasn’t left England for centuries. You did a family tree as a school project in 3rd grade and you know your roots are English and somewhat Irish. Why would the test tell you that you’re from Canada? 

“Mom? Do we have any family in Canada?” Her hesitation last only a moment but you notice it all the same. 

“No, honey. We’ve never even been to Canada.” Your mom has a tell. She always lift her right eyebrow slightly whenever she’s lying to you. It’s something you picked up along the way when you watched her lie to her clients. Over the next few days you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something about Canada you need to discover. 

“Maybe you’re adopted?” Hardin speculates. You’re lying on his bed while he’s placed himself in his desk chair. 

“Don’t say that. My parents are my parents.” 

“It’s possible. You said your mom had a weird reaction.” You hate that he’s making sense. You don’t want to believe that you’re adopted. This family is all you have and to find out it may be based on a lie would destroy you. 

“But if they won’t tell me anything, I’ll never know.”

“So quick to give up?” Hardin asks with a smirk turning his laptop on. You can hear his mom rummaging downstairs and you wonder if she knows something. If maybe your mom told her something over a cup of coffee while 10-year-old you and Hardin played out in the yard. 

“We could always look it up. Maybe you can access your file. If you have one.” He starts searching google for adoption agencies in Canada and even though you’re not remotely ready to consider you might be adopted, you still peek over his shoulder to see what he finds. 

“If there is a file, it’s probably closed. I mean, all the shows always say those kind of cases are closed.” 

“You mean TV-shows?” he chuckles not even looking up, “what the hell?” In an instance, you’re right next to him. 

“What? What is it?” It’s an old article of a baby that was kidnapped. You look at the date only to realise that it’s your birthday. The baby was kidnapped the same day you were born. But that’s not the weirdest part. It’s the photo of what the baby would approximately look like now. It’s the spitting image of you. The article mentions a birthmark on the hip. The exact same place as your birthmark. 

“This is seriously freaky,” Hardin comments. You tell him to close the article and pretend you didn’t find it. It’s too much information and you need to talk to your parents. But when it comes down to it, you’re too scared. It takes you weeks before you feel ready to do something. You’re terrified of the truth, of realising that your parents not only weren’t your biological parents, but that they kidnapped you as a baby. Who even does that? 

“I think I need to find out,” you tell Hardin one day. He buys plain tickets to Canada within an hour. You lie to your parents as you’re packing your bag hoping that the universe forgives you. It’s not that you want to lie to them, but they’re not being truthful and you don’t trust them to tell you. In less than 24 hours you’re standing at the Canadian airport trying to catch a taxi. You don’t even know what you’re going to tell these people but all too soon you’re standing at the address mentioned in the article. 

“I’m right here next to you. Just say the word and we’ll get out of here.” You’re so thankful for his support even if you don’t have the words to tell him right now. You knock on the door and your possible birth mom opens up. Her reaction is instant. Tears fill her eyes. 

“Oh God,” she whispers almost reaching out to touch you. 

“I found an article online of a baby that was kidnapped.” You hold up the picture with shaking hands. This may be nothing but you need to know. You need to know if you were robbed of this childhood. She invites you in for tea and you accept. Hardin is right behind you the entire time making you feel safe despite everything that’s happening. You’re pretty sure if he hadn’t come with you, your sanity would jump out the window. You try to keep the conversation with Diana light because you’re not ready to dive into the serious stuff just yet. At some point, her husband Joseph comes home from work. They’re nice people. At the end of the day, you have to return to England but you get their information to stay in touch. You want to stay longer but you’re also itching to return and confront the people who took you. Anger fills you when you think of the childhood taken. You agree to leave them a strand of hair for a DNA test so you all can get the answers you so desperately crave. It isn’t until Heathrow airport that you break down. It comes sudden and overwhelms you. Hardin holds you tight as you break apart. He keeps shushing you as he leads the two of you to the taxi outside. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup through the sobs but he just shakes his head. There’s zero judgement in his eyes and it isn’t until you’re parked in front of your house that you realise he still hasn’t let go of you. How did your life turn into an episode of Criminal Minds? 

“Do you want me to come in with you?” he asks. Maybe you should be scared to go confront them but the need for answers overshadow all the other feelings. You have to know and for some reason, you feel sure they won’t harm you. 

“I think I have to do this alone.” So you hug him one last time before entering the house on your own. 

“Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” So apparently the lie didn’t last that long. 

“I went to visit Diana and Joseph. My birth parents.” You could hear a pin drop. They both stand still in utter shock. 

“Anyone want to tell me why I was kidnapped?” You’re angry and hurt and terrified but you need to have this conversation in an attempt to find some peace. What you don’t expect is your mother to sit down with tears streaming down her face while your father places a hand on her shoulder. 

“I had three miscarriages. It was horrible. After the third one, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t go through the pain of losing a baby again. Instead we started looking at adoption agencies but it was expensive. There was no way we could afford it.” Shame dominates her features as she tells the story. You try to hold on to your anger but you’re looking at a broken woman. She’s unable to continue so your dad takes over. 

“We finally found an agency that offered their services to a price we could afford. It was very discreet and we received no information. We didn’t know until after we got you. We never would’ve accepted it if we knew. You have to believe that. But when we heard about the missing baby, we’d had you for almost two months. And we couldn’t give you up. So we closed eyes and ears to everything on the news. In the end, we managed to convince ourselves that it wasn’t you.” It’s too much. You want them to be the villains who stole you away from your real life but you just feel sorry for them. Everything they went through. There’s no arguing that what they did was wrong and awful but they just look so sad and small standing before you. 

“I need some air.” You don’t even look back but instead head straight out where you find Hardin. 

“I know you said you wanted to do this alone but I figured you’d might need company.” There’s no hesitation as you walk into his arms. You have no idea what the future will bring. You want to know your birth parents. And you have no idea what to do with the people who raised you. It’s all just too much for you to comprehend right now. But you do know that Hardin will be right there through everything. In the chaos, he’s your constant and you’re forever thankful. 

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