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Dream a Little Dream of Me

A/N: Hello! I decided to participate in @cake-writes 3.5k followers writing challenge. I decided to torture myself and rip my own heart out writing this Night Before War Bucky x Reader fic. Thank’s cake! Find the whole challenge here. 

“Tomorrow?” You questioned flatly, voice steeling itself in an attempt at toughness. It was futile, but still you tried. 

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Bucky affirmed, still standing in the doorway of your mother’s kitchen. Feet planed to linoleum tile, unmoving. He fidgeted with his new uniform, hands running over the brass belt buckle around his waist. Fingers fiddling with the pocket flaps. 

“But you just got back.” You whispered into the open space, apron still tied neatly around your waist. Pineapple upside down cake forgotten. You stared at your red lacquered nails, looked at the sparkling engagement ring Bucky had placed on your fourth finger, left hand, six months ago. Before he went to Camp McCoy all the way in Wisconsin, while you stayed in New York. Having moved back home to help your mother to offset the loss of your brother joining the Pacific War. 

You heard the sound of Bucky’s footsteps walk across the kitchen tile, his army grade shoes making him seem ever the Sergeant he was now. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and you could see his fingers lace themselves together over your floral apron. You stared at his tan covered arms, equal parts anger and grief flooding your senses, along with the smell of spiced rum and sandalwood, the smell of Bucky. He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel yourself shaking, trying to hold back unshed tears, trying to be strong. For him. 

“Shhh, baby doll it’s okay, let it out. I’m here.” He cooed, pressing loving kisses into your hair and pressing his front further into your back. You let yourself wrack with sob after sob, his comment lingering in your mind. ‘I’m here’, your quiet reply lay dormant in the back of your mind, ‘but not for much longer’. 

“How ‘bout we do somethin’ tonight? Hm? Make it special.” Bucky suggested, turning you around in his arms. You gasped as you saw his full uniform for the first time. Broad shoulders fit snugly inside a tan jacket, shirt lapels pressed and straight, cream colored tie perfectly tucked into his jacket, golden buttons shined with care, and his hat. Cocked perfectly on his head, hiding his beautifully slicked back hair. You ran your hands up and down his chest, appreciating his new Army muscles. Your hands wound their way around his waist, and you took in a deep breath, tilting your head up to meet his sparkling blue eyes. The same ones that you fell in love with. You knew you could do this, had to, for him. 

“What did you have in mind soldier?” You questioned shyly, tugging your victory red bottom lip between pearly white teeth. Batting your painted black eyelashes at him. His lips curled up in a mischievous smile.  

“Nothin’ honest if you keep that up sugar.” He teased, brushing his fingertips against your head as a brushed a finger curled piece of hair out of your eye, you shuddered. It was the most contact you had with your fiance in six months. He toyed with your hair more, loving the soft feel between his fingers, “I was thinkin’ we could go see that Stark Expo tonight. Just you, me, and Stevie, for old times sake.” 

You could feel tears sting the corner of your eyes again at the mention of old times. The thought of you, Bucky, and Steve wandering Brooklyn on a hot summer day, ice cream cones in hand, came to mind. Your chocolate cone had long since gone but remnants lingered on the corners of your mouth. Bucky had swiped them with his thumb and then pressed a kiss to your lips. Filling your mouth with the sweet taste of strawberry. If you concentrated hard enough you could still feel the sun in your hair, hear the sounds of the city. But that was before the war came. Before the events of Pearl Harbor had plunged your life into chaos.  

“I’d like that.” You whispered, shaking the memory from your mind. 

“Pick you up at six?” Bucky questioned, gentle hands cupping your face, like you would shatter if he weren’t gentle. He didn’t need to worry about that. You shattered the second your brother left for Japan, and again when Bucky left for Wisconsin, and finally, you would soon shatter once more, when you kissed Bucky goodbye on the docks. 

“It’s a date.” You responded, suddenly feeling much too small next to his frame. He kissed you atop your head before quietly retreating out of your kitchen, leaving you with an unopened jar of canned pineapple and the ghost of his body pressed against yours. 

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You fussed with the white flowers that sat on the top of your bun. Fastened them into your updo, near the nape of your neck. Was it too much? Not enough? 

“Stop fussin’ sweet pea, he’ll love it.” Your mother called, walking into the room with a tube of lipstick in her hand. She handed you the little brass tube of Maybelline and you worked on painting your lips with the ruby color. You could feel your eyes turning glassy, watery. 

“I can’t do this mama.” You whispered to her reflection in the mirror. Catching your face in your hands. You felt her hand rub soft patterns on your back, coaxing you into a calm state. 

“Honey, look at me.” She commanded, softly but sternly nonetheless. You turned in your chair to see her kneeling next to you. Her graying hair was pulled back into a navy blue bandana and her work slacks grazed the floor. The workforce looked good on her, you thought to yourself. “Do you love him?” 

You felt your hands grasp for hers, like they did when you were little. She gave them a reassuring squeeze, signifying that it was okay to speak your mind. 

“I love him so much.” You breathed, choking on your words. 

“Then you have to do this, for him. He’s leaving tomorrow and he wants one last night with you. He deserves that much. He’s gonna be gone for a long while, fightin’ a war that ain’t his to fight. While he’s gone, he’s gonna think of you. Of comin’ home to you. Now you gotta do your job so he can do his job, can you do that?” Her steely question cut through your grief and rang in your ears. You sat up, ramrod straight and faced the mirror again. James Buchanan Barnes was counting on you and you would be damned if you let him down. 

“I can do that mama.” You said, finishing up your lipstick and pressing it back into her palm. You stood up and put your stocking clad feet into a pair of black pumps. You looked in the mirror and pressed down the red polka-dotted frock again, smoothing out the crinkles in the fabric. You wore this for him, to show support, to be patriotic. You grabbed your black purse when the doorbell rang out through the hallway. 

“I’ll get that.” Your mom announced, bounding down the hallway and giving you one last slice of alone time. You heard the front door open and greetings passed around as your mother welcomed Steve and Bucky into your house. Flashbulb memories came to mind clear as day, the boys banging on your door at all hours, not caring who they woke up, just to see you. The three of you going to art classes together, or making a Saturday of going to the movies. Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of those days being over. You knew things could never go back to how they were. You were broken from your reviere by Steve walking into your room. 

“Hey Stevie.” You said, plastering on your perfect fake smile and walking towards him, giving him a hug. 

“Ya know, you don’t have to pretend around me. It’s okay.” Steve comforted. You slumped against his body and let yourself be held by him for a moment. After today it would just be the two of you, you were all each other had. 

“I’m scared Steve.” You whispered, afraid saying it too loud would shatter the illusion you worked so hard to craft for Bucky’s sake. 

“I know, me too.” Steve replied, gentle hands rubbing your back. 

“Woah, Steve I haven’t even left yet and you’re tryina make a pass at my girl.” Bucky joked from his spot in the doorway. At the sound of his voice you broke out of Steve’s arms, feeling guilty. This was something you should be confiding in Bucky about, but you couldn’t. Couldn’t bring yourself to put that on him, when he was already going through so much. 

“Hi Buck.” You greeted. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Bucky responded warmly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his body, “you ready?” 

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The Stark Expo was more than you expected. Howard Stark showed up in the flesh and he was almost as handsome as his pictures made him out to be. Bucky caught you sneaking glances at him from under your eyelashes. His arm around your shoulders gave you a squeeze as he brought his lips down to your ear. 

“You see somethin’ you like?” His Brooklyn drawl teased, hot breath tickling your ear. 

“No sir.” You teased back, “Only got eyes for you.” You said as you rested a hand on his chest and searched for his tie. You grinned when you found it, winding your fingers around the fabric and yanking it so that Bucky’s lips were in line with your own. You pressed a heated kiss to his lips, showing him just how serious you were. Bucky let out something that was a mixture of a chuckle and a groan from the back of his throat and it was intoxicating. Your hands wound their way around his neck and his found purchase around your hips, using the red fabric of your dress to bring you closer still. From behind your closed eyelids you could make out a warm glowing light hitting you. 

“If you two lovebirds are rather done with one another, I would like to get on with the demonstration.” Howard Stark’s voice came over the microphone. You gasped as your lips hastily detached themselves from Bucky’s. You bit your lip coyly as Stark’s gaze lingered on you two. “You can show the soldier a good time later.” He jested to the crowd, “Anyway…” 

After that kerfuffle the three of you made your way to the back of the expo, following Steve towards another exhibit. When you reached your destination your heart caught in your throat, breath hitched. Staring you in the face were facts all about the war. The brave men being shipped overseas to fight the good fight. You felt tears well in your eyes and you excused yourself from Bucky’s warm embrace, knowing you would have to go without it soon enough. 

“Shit,” you heard Bucky mutter under his breath, “Darlin’ I’m sorry, I’m comin’” He shouted after you. You walked around until you found a bench and perched yourself down on it. From your small black purse you produced a handkerchief and dabbed furiously at the tears which were now flowing freely from your eyes. You heard Bucky calling your name, his shouts getting more desperate the more he searched for you. You raised your ring hand and waved the kerchief in the air, hoping he would recognize the glint of your diamond in the artificial light of the lamps. You saw Bucky kneel down in front of you, could make out the shape of his hat when he took your hands in his, your eyes never leaving your lap. 

“Baby I’m sorry.” He apologized softly, “look at me.” You looked up and his crystal blue eyes searched yours. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you my sweet girl. Been waitin’ all night.” 

“What is it?” You let out between gasps, forcing air back into your burning lungs. 

“If it told, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He chided, winking at you and flashing you his million dollar smile. No wonder you were hopelessly in love with him, how could you not be? When he looked at you like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered. 

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Under the haze of a streetlight, somewhere close to your neighborhood, Bucky and Steve stopped dead in their tracks. 

“Steve, if you wouldn’t mind.” Bucky stated calmly, with a smile ghosting his lips. From Steve’s pocket he pulled out a yellow bandana. He smiled at you before handing the fabric to Bucky. 

“Steve, Bucky, what’s happening?” You questioned, placing your hands on your hips. The fabric of your dress feeling a little warm from your moist palms. 

“All part of the surprise doll.” Bucky admonished lightly as he walked around behind you and placed the blindfold on your eyes. With deft fingers he tied it in a sure knot behind your head, making sure not to disturb your flowers. 

“James Barnes if you don’t tell me wh-” You started to demand before Bucky cut you off with a finger pressed gently against your lips. 

“Just follow my lead, I promise you’re in good hands.” He reassured as he grabbed both of your hands in his. He let his thumb run over the rock on your fourth finger and you shivered at the contact. You let yourself breathe a deep sigh, trusting Bucky completely. For what you assumed to be the next two blocks the only sounds were the soft clacking of feet and the occasional car rumbling past. 

Bucky broke the silence when he spoke, “Now you’re comin’ up on some steps so be careful.” He warned as you felt your foot hit the first step. You cautiously stepped up with Bucky as he praised you with words of encouragement. You could hear Steve open a door, squeaking by the hinges. Your heeled shoes changed sounds as you walked inside. No longer the dull click of cement but now the sharp echo of marble was under your feet. The area smelled clean, like lemons and bleach. Your heels rang out in what you assumed to be an empty hallway. You heard Bucky quietly ask Steve to open the next door. Bucky walked you through the threshold. 

“See you in a minute.” He whispered into your ear before he gave your hand a squeeze and left your side. You felt cool air replace Bucky’s warmth and missed him instantly. You could feel Steve guide you to a certain spot before his fingers untied the knot and your blindfold came off. 

You felt yourself take in a gasp of air as you looked at your surroundings. You were in a courthouse, you knew that much. At the end of the hallway was a man in a dark black robe. A judge maybe? But it didn’t make sense. Standing next to him, beaming at you like you were the sun itself, was Bucky. What in the world was going on? You craned your head when you felt something being placed into your hands. It was a simple white bouquet. Flowers? What? You heard a giggle from the other side of the room and whipped your head to see your mother standing in her Sunday best. 

“Mama?” You questioned, “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Why don’t you ask the groom?” She replied, smile plastered on her face. Wait, did she just say groom? You turned back to look at Bucky once again. 

“How could I leave without making it official? Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes tonight? Before I leave?” He whispered the last part like it was a sin, like saying it would break the spell. You felt soft tears roll down your face, but these weren’t the ones you had been shedding since this morning. No, these ones were happy. 

“Yes.” You whispered, clutching the bouquet tighter to your chest. “Steve?” You questioned, looking around for the blond. 

“Yeah?” He whispered back, appearing at your side in an instant. 

“Would you, ya know...give me away?” You asked sheepishly. 

“It would be my honor.” He replied, proudly offering you his arm. You walked down the proverbial isle where Steve left you with a kiss on the cheek. Your eyes met Bucky’s and you could see them shimmer, tears threatening to spill over. Looking at you like you’d hung the moon, when really, that would always be him. 

The ceremony was short and your mom decided to stay at the Steve’s that night so you and Bucky could have some alone time. You giggled as he carried you over the threshold, your first act together as husband and wife. You let your lips press against his lazily, loving the feel of your husbands mouth on your own. Husband. Bucky Barnes was your husband. And tomorrow you would have to watch as your husband was shipped off like some damn zoo animal to war. War. You couldn’t stop the salty tears that mingled with your kisses, couldn’t stop the sobs that shook your body as Bucky held you close, finally allowing the dam to collapse. 

He gently placed you down on your feet and wrapped his arms around you, comforting you the best he could. 

“What’s on your mind doll, tell me.” He pleaded softly, rocking you in his arms. 

“To-tomorrow y-you leave. What if, what if you don’t co-come back to me.” You sobbed out, mind running a million miles a minute as hot tears invaded your post-marital bliss. This isn’t how you pictured your wedding night. You pictured a suite at a nice hotel, champagne sliding down your throat and a warm glow of lovemaking surrounding you. Instead all you felt was cold, and sad, and utterly alone, despite Bucky’s arms wrapped around you. 

He left your side for a moment, to put a record on. He let the needle scratch across the surface and let the opening notes of a familiar melody bathe the room in sound before he reached an outstreched hand to you. 

“I will always come back to you sweetheart, I promise.” He endeared, as you placed your hand in his and let him sweep you into his arms. “You know, we never did get to have our first dance.” He commented, rubbing his hand against the small of your back. 

“Mm-mhm” You agreed, shaking your head into his broad chest. Sure your tears were dampening his uniform. That probably wasn’t Army appropriate. 

Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you. Birds singing in the sycamore trees. Dream a little dream of me.

You let Bucky lead you in this swan song of a dance around your living room. Not bothering to turn on any lights, afraid of what they might reveal. Your tears, his sorrow, longing, regret, sadness, duty. Emotions too much to face right now, when you both seemed so fragile. 

Say night-ie night and kiss me

You slowly unwound yourself from Bucky’s arms and with tentative hands took his uniform hat off, gently placing it on the coffee table. You ran your fingers through his slicked back hair and he sighed at your touch, purring like a kitten. Your bright red lips smiled before your raised yourself on your toes to kiss him. Hands coming to rest at the nape of his neck. He sighed into your mouth as his arms wound around your waist. You felt his hot tongue plunge into your mouth, pouring everything he had in you. He was sorry, he would miss you, he loved you, he longed for you. Your tongue responded to each of his thoughts, it was okay, you would miss him more, you loved him so much, you longed for his return. 

Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me 

His hands found the front tie of your frock and hastily undid it. Your fingers worked their magic trying to unbutton his jacket and push it off his shoulders. Your dress pooled around your ankles and the cool breeze that hit your girdle made you gasp. Bucky’s mouth worked a hot trail on your jawline as his fingers deftly worked on the silver clasps of your undergarments. Kiss bruised lips reached your ear and huskily whispered one command, jump. You wrapped your legs around his strong torso as you tried your best to undo his tie. Ella Fitzgerald’s voice crooned sweetly into your ear, Louis Armstrong’s trumpet was your sirens song as Bucky and you make love for the first time as man and wife. 

Star’s fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss I’m longing to linger ‘till dawn dear.

You lay with your head on Bucky’s chest. Hearing his steady heartbeat thrum under your ear, it’s the best lullaby you could ask for. He whispers sweet nothings into your hair, pressing kisses there, worshiping you. Needy hands caress your sensitive skin, setting your senses on fire. You kiss until your head is fuzzy and your body is spent. He holds you close as the two of you drift. 

Sweet dreams ‘till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.

“I love you Bucky Barnes.” You whisper into the darkness, unsure if he’s awake or not. 

“I love you too.” He responds thickly, voice hoarse. You both know what tomorrow will bring, both of you too scared to let go of tonight. You watch as pink light tickles your windows and makes way for glorious golden sunbeams. You don’t want tonight to end. 

Sweet dreams ‘till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.

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[parkersroses]

omg would you be able to write something fluff inspired by the Italy pictures🥺🥺 maybe like y/n being harry's assistant and they were taking each other's pictures on the boat, walking around Venice after harry's done with filming, and just them doing cute things and harry realizes that he likes y/n and when he told her about it she was gobsmacked and happy bc she's always been in love with harry and just all that fluff

love in venice. | harry styles.

summary: there's nothing more romantic than an evening stroll down the streets of Venice as Harry and Y/N figure out how to tell each other how they feel for each other.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (assisstant!reader)

wc: 3.5k

warning(s): fluff <3

a/n: hey anon, hope you like this! i definitely have thought of writing about italyrry when the pictures came out but just didn't have the time. he’s looks sooooo dreamy. but here it is now! i hope you guys like this ball of fluff as much as i do :) reblog (!!), comment, tell me what you think! and if you want to, donate to my ko-fi! all my love to you <3

There is something in the Italian air.

Perhaps it was the way the Sun shines on him, a faint halo appearing over his head, or even the way his soft curls move as the wind howls through the city. There is something in the way he looks sun kissed during the day, and dreamy and enchanting during the night.

It’s almost undoubtedly to assume how much Harry loves Italy. He truly enjoys coming here with a peace of mind, simply a different yet familiar environment that he’s used to. He always thinks about buying a place there where he would go whenever he wants to hide from the world sometimes. A little hideaway for him.

He watches from the boat, people walking on the grounds of Venice, bustling here and there to their own businesses. People playing tourists, taking pictures in front of buildings and eating cold ice cream under the hot day. He enjoys the scenery from where he sits. Under the summer Sun shining on his skin. He occasionally waves at those who recognised him from the sight of his tattooed arms.

He hears a ‘click’ sound and turns his head towards the direction of it. He smiles as the girl in front of him fiddles with a film camera in her hands.

“Did ya get my good side?” He smirks. She playfully rolls her eyes at him. “Always, H,” she tells him, grinning at the golden boy.

Harry and Y/N’s relationship is… interesting, Harry would say. It started out a year ago when she was hired as his personal assistant. They never cross each other’s boundaries, and they rarely talk about things outside of work to keep things strictly professional. Though, it would be a lie if they both never found each other even a bit attractive.

Then one night, Y/N got a drunken call from a very drunk Harry who was at a party, blubbering nonsense and singing at the top of his lungs off key. As his assistant, she came over to help him get home, which proved to be a bit of a challenge as he kept clinging onto her and playing with her hair as she guided him in. As someone who saw him as a friend, she stayed over and slept uncomfortably on his expensive sofa to help him out when he’s hungover.

Since then, they grew closer as friends and the attraction towards each other merely grew in size by the amount of times they hung around together. Unbeknownst to each other, they’ve developed crushes but were too scared to ruin their friendship.

Pretty normal for two adults, you would think.

Harry was ecstatic when they were said to film ‘My Policeman’ in Italy. He loved everything about the place, from the weather to the food to the culture. And being there with amazing people to make what he thought is an amazing film takes the cake.

Harry and his team arrived a few hours ago and he opted to go on a boat ride, do a bit of sightseeing on the first day before having to prepare for filming tomorrow. He’s got his bag of journals that he often writes in and a camera to take pictures with.

He shares the bag with Y/N for the most part now, often letting her store her own film camera or books. He’s pretty glad of how much they both have in common, such as writing and photography.

The wind blows through his brown locks of hair and he doesn’t make a move to fix as he leans on his arms, cheeks squished into them.

“God, you’re a mess,” Y/N giggles at him as she runs her fingers through his hair, fixing it up. Harry hums and closes his eyes at the comforting gesture, he’s lucky to be wearing sunglasses so people wouldn’t see how practically whipped he is for the girl.

“Aren’t yeh glad that you came here with me?” He teases her. “Of course. Who else was gonna bring your ass up to your room if you ever get pissed drunk singing a Britney Spears song?”

He scoffs playfully at her, grabbing her hand that was on his head. “You’re mean,” he pouts. She shakes her head, grinning at him. “Just keeping you humble, H.”

She brings up her camera to her face, aiming at him. “Smile for me,” she murmurs. He does just that, giving her his beautiful award-winning smile that seems to kill every person that looks at him. “Make sure I look good even in the candid ones,” he says as he poses naturally in front of her.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Has anyone told you how much of a narcissist you can be?”

“Mmm, a few times. But I like to hear from you, baby,” he flirts at her, which makes her feel all fired up inside.

“Just shut up and pose for me, Styles.”

It’s also important to mention how they somewhat have a flirtatious connection between each other. Giving compliments and gifts, calling each other sickeningly cute pet names like baby or love. Everyone thinks it’s only a matter of time when both of them admit their feelings to one another.

After the boat ride, the pair walk on the cobblestoned streets of Venice, admiring the area on what they thought was a perfect summer day. They walk together closely, with their hands occasionally brushing against each other but neither dare to link their fingers together.

They decided to stop by a local jewellery shop. Y/N is already amazed at the many items found, her eyes light up in delight. Harry walks closely behind her, smiling at her as her eyes scan the jewellery laid out. He too looks at some of the items but anyone who paid attention would know his full focus is on her.

Y/N eyes land on a particular necklace, the pendant being a small pink stone made into a heart shape. It’s beautiful with its little imperfections, almost delicate for her to not touch it.

“See anything y’like?” Harry’s voice behind her makes her jump a bit. She nudges him slightly before turning to the necklace she eyes on. “It’s beautiful,” she tells him.

He smiles at her, his eyes lingering a look of adoration on her before he turns away. “You should get it then,” he suggests. Y/N sighs at this. “I wish. It’s quite pricey.” She points out the price label of the necklace.

She shrugs at him. “S’alright, though. I’m sure there’s probably a cheaper version of it somewhere,” she jokes, but to Harry, it seems as though she’s convincing herself that.

Harry realised a long time ago that Y/N didn’t necessarily come from a lot of money. She was merely working at a diner from 9 to 7 everyday to make ends meet and pay off her student debts. She was lucky enough to have gotten this job which paid her a lot more in a day than the diner did a month. Money has always been a worrying issue with her, she’s almost paranoid for spending too much even on things that might make her happy.

But she deserves everything good in this world. Harry knows this. And maybe it’s because of his undenying romantic feelings for her, he’d make sure everyday that she felt that deserving feeling.

Which is why when she saunters off to the other side of the store, he waves over one of the workers and pays for the necklace, telling them to gift it nicely for her.

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Y/N is annoyed. And from the looks of it, she could tell Harry is too.

The next few days were solely dedicated to filming the last few scenes and it was going great so far. If you exclude the screaming fans following around the crew as they film.

Harry felt guilty. He knew that most, if not all of those people, were there for him. He always loves and appreciates his fans, he’d never deny the wonderful things they did to get him to where he is today. But there were also days like these where he sometimes wishes to disappear in a far away land where he would have some peace to himself and not worry about people following him around like an animal in a zoo.

But he manages when she’s with him. He always has her practically attached to his hip so she could look out for him and vice versa. In a way, they keep each other sane in moments where he felt like he didn’t get any privacy, even when working.

He’s just lucky to have found her, really.

And luckily, they finished filming which was a relieving and exciting moment.

Y/N decides to accompany Harry back to his hotel. She guesses at how helpful it is that they could only get into the building by using their own private boat that they rented.

She could tell how exhausted he is. But he still looks beautiful and she partially envies how majestic and enchanting he looks, particularly under the Italian Sun.

He yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as the boat reaches the hotel entrance. “You okay?” She asks. He turns to her and smiles, exhaustion clear in his emerald green eyes. “M’fine, lovie. Just thinking about taking a nap,” he murmurs.

She nods and rubs his back in a comforting manner. As the boat stops in front of the building, he helps her get off, holding onto her hand as she steps off the boat. For a moment, thinking of how soft and warm her hands feel in his calloused, large ones.

The two greet the staff in the lobby as they tiredly trudge up the stairs to his room. When they enter, Harry is quick to throw himself onto his bed, face first lying on his stomach. Y/N chuckles at the sight and sits next to him. Harry rolls on his back and puffs out a breath.

“Can’t believe we’re done filming,” he mumbles out. She lies down on her back next to him. “Yeah? How d’you feel?”

He hums for a moment as he thinks, letting out a ‘hmm’. “Kind of bittersweet, actually. I loved everything about filming the movie, but I’m glad it’s over now because it definitely took a while to film. It almost feels like I’ve been working non-stop for the past few months.”

Y/N can understand where he’s heading. When she found out from him that he’ll be filming another movie after ‘Don’t Worry, Darling’, she felt concerned as most friends do. She was worried that he might overworked himself. But he showed up to set early everyday with a smile on his face with determination to make something good out of it. And proud is an understatement from what she feels for Harry.

“Have you thought of taking a short break? You know, lay off work a bit and just enjoy yourself?” She prompts. He shrugs at the thought. “Definitely have thought of it. I’ll still be writing a bit here and there for an album, but for now, I’d like to have some time off. Just relax and not worry about a schedule or setting an alarm so early.”

“Well, you deserve it, H. I know you do.” She tells him. She looks over his profile, eyes tracing around his defined jawline and cheekbones, his hair messy after ruffling it. Yeah, he really is the most beautiful man she’s ever met.

Harry turns to look at her and she hopes he didn’t hear the hitch in her throat as he looks at her with his shiny emerald eyes. Their faces are so close to each other. She almost shamelessly looks down at his pink, plump lips. And it’s to her surprise that he shamelessly does the exact same thing, eyes glancing down on where he wants to plant his lips on.

She swears she might have seen him lean in a bit.

She clears her throat and sits up from the bed, leaving him confused. “Um, I should probably go,” she announces, quickly getting up. “You should get some rest, H,” she says as she walks to the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” Harry calls for her, and it’s embarrassing how quickly she turns to him. “Yes?”

He fiddles with his fingers before standing up from his bed. “Um, since filming is done and we have a few days to stay,” he mutters. “Would you, maybe, want to go out with me tonight? Get some dinner or do some sightseeing?” He breathes out nervously.

Y/N stands still with wide eyes at his words. It takes a minute for her to process what he said before speaking.

“Yes.”

Harry blinks at her. “Yes, you wanna go out with me tonight?”

She smiles and nods knowingly at him. “Yes, H.”

Harry lets out a breath of relief. “O-Okay, then! I’ll see you tonight. What time d’you want to go?”

Y/N thinks for a moment in her head. “You could come by my room at 7.” She suggests sheepishly.

“7, yeah, sure! Sounds perfect! 7, it is,” Harry starts to fumble on his words. In his defense, he didn’t think she would agree to this, date? Can he call it that?

She chuckles at his nervous behaviour. “I’ll see you later, H.” She says, walking back to the door. “Yeah! Of course! Your room at 7 tonight! I’ll see you then, love!” He starts blurting out his words to her, cursing at himself for acting so weird all of a sudden.

Y/N simply smiles sweetly at him before closing the door behind her.

Harry breaths out again once he’s left alone in his room in silence. Shaking his head, he walks over to his bag to pick out a nice outfit to wear when he sees her again, calling himself an idiot for being a blubbering mess in front of the pretty girl.

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His hand is fiddling with the necklace in his pocket as he walks to her room. He’s persistent to arrive earlier before 7, like the gentleman his mother taught him to be.

When he stands in front of her door, he checks himself again, making sure his hair is in place and his shirt is tucked in his pants nicely. He knocks on her door, bouncing lightly on his heels as he waits.

When Y/N opens the door, Harry’s breath is almost taken away. She wears a long maxi summer dress with ribbon straps, a long slit that goes up to her knee, paired with some white strappy sandals. Her makeup and hair is done lightly. She looks like a dream.

“Hi,” she greets him, smiling.

“Hey!” He curses at his overexcitement, but thinks it’s okay as he hears her laugh.

She closes and locks the door behind her, turning to face him. She breathes out, still not believing that Harry is taking her out. At this point, she’s nearly positive that he would reciprocate her feelings for him. But that’s up for tonight to determine.

Harry smiles in awe at her before letting out his hand. “Shall we?” He asks.

She nods in excitement as she puts her hand in his, taking in how warm it feels against hers.

The pair enjoyed the beautiful night as it progressed. Harry took her to a nice little restaurant that had an amazing view overlooking the city. The sky darkens as the city lights shine and he can’t help but admire how pretty she is sitting across from him at their table.

They walk along the streets after dinner. There were not a lot of fans coming after him, which is a relief. He wants a sense of normalcy, especially spending his time with her. She likes the music playing on the streets, almost like it fits perfectly with the scene they're in.

Harry is itching to hold her hand again but doesn’t, instead just lets his hand brush lightly against his. And if she happens to link her hand with his, he’ll for sure hold it tightly.

Eventually, they stop by a large fountain. She looks up at the bright night sky, admiring the stars twinkling down on them.

“Beautiful this place is, isn’t it?” She murmurs without looking at him. But his eyes are on her.

“Yeah, it is,” he mutters under his breath, turning his face to the front to hide the fact that he was staring at her.

She turns to look at her. She sees a slight furrow in his eyebrows, almost like the gears in his head are turning and he’s thinking about something. “Hey,” she rests a hand on his arm which catches his attention.

“You okay, H?” She has a worried expression on her face and it really warms his heart at how much she looks out for him. He grins slightly as he rests his hand on hers that’s holding on his arm.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking,” he tells her.

“Yeah? What about?” She gently asks.

Harry contemplates in his head for a moment. It’s like the perfect scene. In the beautiful Venice summer air, the clear starry night, with music playing in the background on the streets. And she looks so incredibly beautiful.

Harry is certain that he’s in love with her.

“I actually want to tell you something.” He shifts so he’s fully facing her, making her do the same. “Oh! Okay,” she smiles for what it’s worth to ease his nerves.

“I uh,” Harry starts, his shiny emerald green eyes holding so much awe and love in them. “I love you.”

Y/N is surprised. Her eyes are wide in shock while her mouth opens agape just slightly. She struggles to get her words out without making a fool of herself, but a smile finally breaks out on her face. “Really?”

He nods and chuckles nervously at her reaction. “That’s, that’s great, Harry.” She says. Harry feels his heart slowly deflate. Was this a mistake? Had he been reading the signs all wrong?

“Yeah?” She could hear the slight sadness in his voice. She nods at the beautiful man in front of her.

“Because… I love you too.”

Harry lets out a big sigh of relief as she says this. He chuckles at her and shakes his head. “Nearly killed me there, woman. Thought I might’ve made a mistake.”

She giggles as she steps forward, holding his hand gently. “It was kind of funny,” she shrugs at him. Harry laughs again as he leans his forehead on hers.

Their breaths hit each other and if they lean in a bit more, they’d feel each other’s lips.

“Oh!” Harry quickly pulls away, earning a confused look from Y/N. “I almost forgot something,” he utters as he digs in his pocket.

He gently pulls the necklace out, letting the stone hang in front of her face. She gasps at the necklace she was eyeing on just a few days ago, fingers delicately touching it. She’s lost for words. “Wha’? I,” she stutters on her words, completely speechless.

“I knew you wanted it the other day, so I got it for you.” He shrugs slightly. “I was thinking of when to give it to you, but now seemed like a good time.”

She looks at him in awe and amazement. He remembered, albeit it was such a small thing, but he remembered how much she wanted the necklace, and instantly got it for her.

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head at him. “You’re amazing. You know that?” Harry chuckles at her words. “I know. Y’told me that before. Can yeh say it again?” He smirks at her.

She slaps his shoulder, giggling at narcissistic comments. He turns her around and clasps on the chain, letting the stone sit on her skin by her neck. His fingers brush gently against her neck, making her shiver slightly as her fingers touch on the pink stone pendant.

She looks down at the piece of jewellery and turns to look at him, smiling brightly. Harry smiles back as he brushes a piece of hair off from her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheekbone.

“Beautiful-,”

His words are instantly cut off when she pulls him in by the neck and kisses him. He’s quick to respond back, letting his arms wrap around her waist. She whimpers as his tongue enters her mouth and lets her hands travel up his neck to the back of his head, tugging lightly on his curls. He groans into the kiss and cups her face with one hand, like he’s holding her in place as they kiss.

They breathe heavily as they pull away. Y/N touches his lips, pink as ever, they feel soft under her fingers. He pecks on them before leans in to kiss her lips again. He grins when he hears her giggle, thinking it is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

He looks at her with love in his eyes, muttering the words ‘I love you’ again in which she utters the words back to him. And once again, she pulls him in, letting him taste her lips again.

And Harry thinks there is definitely something in the air in Italy. It’s love.

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rule #6 | l.dh

Summary: With Donghyuck, growing to love feels like a black hole, but not the depressing kind. Rather, it's something hard to get away from — like a force, a very strong force that allows no escape, and it's incredibly luminous as if going supernova.

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: hi, this is moon from somewhere august, scheduling this post before i chicken out again :D by the time it's posted, it's already Christmas so,,, merry christmas y'all who celebrate!!!! Lots of love!!!

Just like most things involving Donghyuck, falling in love with him isn't such a good idea.

That was way too sped up, though. The best way to start this story, of course, is from the very beginning— the day human migraine number one (a.k.a Jaemin) decided to bring in evil genius Huang Renjun to the circle. That would've been fine. It just so happened that beside him sat the devil incarnate, Lee Donghyuck, and that, well, is totally all four directions far away from what's acceptable.

Rule number one to surviving this life thing: Never trust cute boys with sunshine smiles and mischief in their eyes, a.k.a Donghyuck, or Haechan, whatever name he decided to go by. That's why when he reaches his hands out over the table to your direction, you quickly dismiss his attempt — "Hi! I haven't met you yet, did you skip first period? You're Y/N, ri—"

"Please never speak to me." was your reply then, and human migraine number two (a.k.a Chenle) laughs. Jaemin nags for the rest of the break, talking about manners and getting along. The fools nod alongside him. You grumble, moody for no reason and feeling particularly mean, but you warmly smile at Mark when he arrives at your table. Somewhere along the lines, you met stares with the new boy, and you give him an indifferent look.

Donghyuck took the nonchalance as a challenge.

###

The following weeks have been infuriating.

Rule #2: At all times, seek Lee Jeno's company. Unreliable as he seems when it comes to patience, the boy is quite reasonable sometimes.

Your windows align with the sweet-faced boy, your roofs almost touching — if you tried hard enough, you two could sit together, side by side, just like this. Cold wind blows, but it doesn't make you shiver. Jeno's warm, and maybe that's why you love cuddling with him so much. Maybe.

Just maybe, that could be the reason.

"I can't hear what you're saying," he slowly says, laughter seeping through his lips. You whine at that, moving away so he could see you and you could speak clearly. His hand remains holding your chin up, endearing in a soft way, but it doesn't wash away your frown. "What were you saying?"

You groan, "I said, he's so annoying! The audacity, Lee Jeno, he had the audacity to call me ba—"

Jeno watches you with tender eyes. Your heart softens, and you forget whatever next words you had to say. Maybe things will be okay? He's here, after all. Just right next door.

At least, something is going right.

###

This new boy, it seems, is appealing to many. During his first week, people have constantly trying to 'show him around', and that excuse doesn't die down until one month. From then on, people just keep following him around with "Good morning, Haechan!", "Goodbye, Haechan!" and "How was the weekends for you, Haechan-ssi?"

To be honest, it's something you had to grow used to even way before the showed up. Having Na Jaemin and Mark Lee from the Basketball team in your circle just really has a way of putting the spotlight on your lunch table. Not to mention, Renjun, Jeno, and Jisung, who despite being quiet, just has a certain charm to them — Jaemin's words, not yours. And oh, don't even get started on Chenle. That boy is a social butterfly.

The difference is that he keeps entertaining them, unlike the others who awkwardly laughs or just greets back — safe to say that sometimes, the 'goodness' of his heart gets in the way of your education and daily life. Times just like this.

Jisung's name shines brightly at the top of the list. You cling to the boy excitedly, pinching his cheeks and slightly bouncing on your heels, "You made it on the dance team, Sungie! Oh my God, oh my Go—"

"Y/N..." he drawls out, both hands resting on your shoulder as if to calm you down, but the excitement in his eyes betrays his intentions. On the other side, Renjun waves at you with the others. It makes you chuckle, and you motion for them come — that is, of course, until someone pushes you, almost sending you to the ground if not for Jisung catching you midfall.

The girl furrows her brows, "Move, you're blocking the way."

Your palms itch at that moment, and you couldn't believe just what you heard — the nerve!

"Where's your manners?" rings Donghyuck's voice from where he's slowly making way towards you with the others, a grimace on each of their faces. Attitude seeps from his gaze, the kind that would've made someone quiver. "Don't go around pushing people."

"Wh—"

"Stop." you clench your hands to fists, thanking Jisung before straightening up. Through gritted teeth, you calmly look at the girl with a scowl on her face. "Look, I'm sorry, but can you politely ask me to move next time? That's be appreciated, thank you."

After bidding the others a small smile, you turn around to make your way to the library. What? For peace? For space? Just to be as far away from the boy following you right now as possible? You don't even know at this point. You feel like your celebration is ruined and all you want is distance from the person you dislike the most — to be honest, you don't know anything about him aside from the fact that he's Lee Donghyuck and that he's annoying, and that you automatically hate him. You don't plan on knowing more. That's why before entering the library, you turn around to face him with a solemn look.

"Thank you." he halts in shock. His smile widens, but you look at him with the same seriousness in your face. "But don't do it again. I don't need saving, Lee Donghyuck."

Later that night, you grit your teeth as you write down another rule: Say your gratitude but don't get used to the way he saves you. You're not a damsel. Just hand the goddamn sword or you'll be fine with your fists — maybe your eyes for daggers, too.

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Rule #3: Never go to him for comfort.

22nd of April, 10:35 p.m. You close your eyes and wait. The clock hits eleven and you open the door for the others, greeting everyone with a cheerful smile. "Where's Jaemin?"

Mark shrugs, "Said he has an essay. He'll be late for a bit, but he'll make it before 12."

23rd of April, 12:00 a.m, your heartbeat races. Everything's all set, everyone's in the living room. You take out your phone with a giggle, typing out 'Happy Birthday, dummy!!!' with the biggest grin on your face. Jisung judges you slightly, but he quickly forgets it when a taunting yell from Renjun comes. You sit in the kitchen, staring at the delicately decorated cake, and you wait.

One hour turns to two, then three. Your smile fades slightly, and you check your phone for replies. When nothing comes, you click over his contact shakily.

To: Star <3

Happy Birthday, dummy!!!

Hey, Jen? You're one door away from me and yet you're an hour late.

Birthday boy, you're not ditching us on your own celebration, aren't ya?

When are you coming over ;-;

From: Star <3

I'm sorry!!!

Sorry but I'll be late!

Jaeminnie really needs my help with something.

We'll be there! I'm sorry, Y/N

Your smile disappears. Sullenly making your way to the living room, you count your steps to keep your ground. You look at the others in front of you with a smile, "Go start the movie, I'll wait for Jeno and Jaemin outside. Deal?"

"Sure." Chenle chirps, his grin never fading. Must be because of cheating his way through besting Jisung, Donghyuck, Mark, and Renjun at Monopoly for the past three hours, probably ruining their friendship. Oblivious to the world, Renjun grumbles something about Jeno never being punctual, that he'd pray that trait onto him as a birthday gift. You glance at them before heading back outside, sitting down outside your door, head in between your knees.

A tear. Maybe two. Is this how heartbreak feels like? The kind of crying where you can't even make a sound because people could hear, but then even your teardrops seem to be so loud.

The door opens and you put your head up, hurriedly wiping them away. You put on your best smile until Donghyuck occupies the space beside you. He hands you a handkerchief.

"Don't," he whispers when you obviously hold down a sob, and he leans you on his chest. You cry freely there — you don't know why you let him of all people, but all you know was that you couldn't think straight; desperation blooms on your chest like fresh flowers die over time, and he doesn't judge. He just holds you — no cheesy pet name, no flirty looks, no catch. Just someone to be with.

At 4 a.m with Lee Donghyuck, the starless sky and the moon all alone looks a little less lonely. In front of you, the sun begins to rise.

##

Rule #4: Aaaaand if you don't follow the preceding rule, then, you're fucked. This is your mess. Good luck, you're alone on this one.

After Jeno's birthday (and after he made up to you, he spent a month doing that.) something just begins to change. A pleasant shift, according to Mark.

From that day, something in you says that maybe, just maybe, he's not so bad and you were just unfair to him. This realization must be something brought by time; slowly, you got used to Renjun and Hyuck being a part of your circle. These tutoring sessions must be a factor as well, judging how to two get to spend time alone in the same table as you can't possibly study with the others around you.

Donghyuck would do anything to evade mathematics, though. At least that's what it looks like right now, as he doodles around the margins instead of solving the problems, and then opens a topic, "Nana and Jisung looks cute together. Should've known they wouldn't be serious with each other, him and Jeno."

You roll your eyes, but not the way you did back then. It's way softer, much more affectionate. "It's been a year, let them be."

"So what? It's only been a year." he seems really determined to waste time. He even makes a show of briefly making eye contact before pouting at the paper, "You and Jeno still pretend to be just friends, but the whole school's just waiting for you two to kiss."

You chuckle, "We don't."

"You do."

"Used to." you correct. You look over to the other table, Jaemin and Jeno throwing a banter while Jisung begs them to stop before Renjun smacks them all with a book. You gaze down the notes you're studying before shrugging, "Things change."

"Example?" he tentatively asks, absentmindedly tracing the letters and numbers scattered around his notebook. You rest your chin on your palm.

"Well, now, I might like you." because honestly, you do. He's a great company, although sometimes overwhelming and annoying. Especially that most of the time when he's with Jaemin, they brew the worst ideas together and it's pretty much storm from there.

It would be a lie to say that it's not one of the things that makes you feel warm, slowly growing fond. Your voice softens as he tilts up to meet your gaze, and you flash him a saccharine smile. "Soon, it might not be because you're my friend."

Things like this make you feel like you've missed everything with Jeno, all the things you both could've had; it's like you should've been like this. It's like you should've been holding hands, or walking down the streets, or sitting on a rooftop and asking for a kiss. The kind that would send a rush of energy on your veins, shaking you back to life, losing you to the dream that is the way his lips move against you. But best friends don't do that, so you don't.

Hyuck is not Jeno, though. He's not your best friend.

With Donghyuck, growing to love feels like a black hole, but not the depressing kind. Rather, it's something hard to get away from — like a force, a very strong force that allows no escape, and it's incredibly luminous as if going supernova.

###

Rule #5: Well, seems like you can't back out now. Love him. Love him so much that the sunshine in his eyes never fades.

"Why are we celebrating Mark's last day in town?" Donghyuck sits down in the living room, looking around at the place — balloons, snacks, a cake, everyone in your friend group. He sets down his gift, "Are we that glad that he's leaving?"

Mark huffs, "You'd fucking cry once you miss me and I'm cities away, Lee Donghyuck."

"I won't miss you because I'm coming over to your dorm every day and I'm dragging everyone with me." Donghyuck smiles and even when Mark shoves him a little at that, everyone knows that he's happy the younger said that. He flashes his sly smile, "You, however... ah, what do we do? Mark might miss me so much he fails three subjects."

Everyone cackles at that, and Mark only raises his arms at surrender, saying something about not joking like that because he's honestly 'terrified to start hell', wanting to just stay here and finish school with all of you, ranting about how troublesome it is to transfer. You lean back on your loveseat, lightly kicking Hyuck's feet. "What?"

"You talk like this but you'd sulk tomorrow, wouldn't you?" You taunt, snickering. "This is false advertising."

Donghyuck gapes as the others fall over laughing. "Oi, are you trying to help me fill out all the ten reasons I hate you?"

"You have only ten for me?" you add, and for some reason, that makes the others laugh harder. "I have a hundred for you, Hyuckie."

"I could write you thousands—"

Jeno scrunches his face, hands moving to cover Donghyuck's mouth. "Just please go kiss each other."

Donghyuck tears away from his hold, rolls his eyes, and waves goodbye. He tugs you away from Jaemin and then leads you upstairs, but not before one last banter with Jeno, who, in his all confused expression, tilts his head in question, "Ya, where are you going?"

"I'm not kissing Y/N in front of you fools."

And true to his word, that's what he does.

Donghyuck smiles like the world is kind, like unending unconditional love, without boundaries nor fears. He kisses like that, too, passionate and deep. He does it like it's the end of the world, as if it's the only thing he wants to do. He does it like he's thanking every single thing that led him up to this moment. He kissed you under those stars in his balcony, a hand warm on your waist with the other softly caressing your jaw, and it seemed like it lasted forever.

Because that's the truth. The last time never feels like the last time. There had to be more to this than what the skies have laid down.

Inside your dreamy little mind, Donghyuck was eternal and the love you shared was forever. That's what happened. You thought you had forever.

You thought you had forever, but you didn't.

###

Rule #6: But that won't make him stay if he's bound to leave. Accept that and love him, still. Love him through the rain.

"Lee Jeno tripped!" yells Chenle's loud voice, gaining the attention of everybody in the room, "And fell in love with Y/N, totally whipped that they can't even shop separately!"

"Hell, Chenle, where's your mute button?" Renjun hissed, "We gotta buy presents too. Who decided to do this so late, though? It's the 24th! You guys should've done it weeks ago!"

"Let's go?" Jeno asks, blatantly ignoring Renjun as he waits for you to take his hands. You smirk, waving the folded paper to the others after entwining fingers with him.

"Bye, losers! See y'all later~" you wink. Before being dragged out the Cafe, you point at your friends' direction "Whoever had my name better give me a decent gift, or Christmas is cancelled!"

"Baby, stop that," he asks, squeezing your hands to make you calm down. Your laugh even louder. He smiles, "Who did you get?"

"Hey, Lee, you don't get special treatment just because I'm dating you. It's a secret." you roll your eyes, a skip in your step even though the weather is cold. Jeno steals a peck on your cheeks, and your eyes widen. "Lee Jeno!"

Before you could even catch him, he's already running away from you, and you're almost falling over laughing as you try to catch up to him. He meets you at the end, in front of a busy mall, and catches you with a hug. You laugh on his chest, warm against his hold.

If memories come washing over you, no one has to know. Jeno looks lovely against white. He feels like art on a Christmas day, so beautiful and warm and special. That's all that matters.

"We agreed that we wouldn't try..." Donghyuck whispers, arms around you, "if things will get too harsh on the other, didn't we?"

"Yeah... if I was to leave, Hyuck, I don't want you waiting on me." you responded, half-asleep and sincere, "But I'm only saying it because I'm not leaving."

Donghyuck laughed, "Well, just making sure that if that happens, we'll meet again, yeah?"

"Hyuck, shut up. Nobody's leaving." you groaned, stirring at the joyful yelling downstairs. "Looks like it's 12 already. Merry Christmas, baby."

"Mhm, Merry Christmas. I love you." He smiles, leaves a slow, gentle kiss on your lips. "I love you. I'll love you even more this year."

Does moving away without a word count as loving someone more than you did the past year?

"You're spacing out." Jeno smiles, "Am I that handsome?"

"You always are. Stunning." you quickly reply, a little guilty. You enter the busy room and part ways so that you could shop for your gifts, but not before deciding on a meeting point and leaving a sweet, loving kiss. "Come back, yeah?"

"Of course." he nods before parting ways. Your heart remains at peace — as planned, at the end of the day, Jeno would come back to you at the entrance. He won't leave like the other did. He won't do that to you...

Two hours before Christmas, you sit down on your own for a bit, occasionally distracted by the noise. At their loudness, you can make out Mark trying to calm everybody down, Jaemin threatening murder to keep Jisung and Mark away from the kitchen, Jeno convincing Chenle to get a dog. As you write down their yearly letters, you can't get rid of the smile on your face.

Why they decided to spend this holiday at yours, you don't really understand. Can't say you're against it, though. It's perfect; the tree all of you built together, the presents, the games you'll spend the night playing. The friendship.

Only that someone's missing. As if to lessen the pain, you write his name down on the paper — except it's not a new one, but rather, the page you've been foolishly writing your rules on; the rules that never stood a chance to save you. You trace your hands over the words, but you quickly shake nostalgia away as you turn the page over.

Hello, Donghyuck-ah!

You know the drill. For some time, you received some of my letters, didn't you? After all, we spent some years together... as enemies, as friends, as lovers. You probably memorized how it goes: I'll dwell on the year, I'll tell you how I chose your gift, I'll try to say how much I adore you, and then I'll thank you for being here.

Unfortunately this time, I can't tell you how our year went... I didn't spend it with you. I wasn't able to get you a gift, too, because I don't know if your preferences changed. And I can't thank you for being here. I can't because you're not.

Though I could still tell you that I love you, now it's kind of different. It's less of something that desperately needs you, and more of the kind that longs for you. Jeno and I got together at last. It's complicated how we happened, but we gave it a try and... just. That. You won't read this, but I still want you to know... even if this will never reach you.

Remember that we said that we'll meet again? Well, where are you? Are you happy? How's life been, miles away from home, from your friends, Hyuck-ah?

Merry Christmas. I hope you're happy.

I hope you are, of course, I do. I want you to be happy, I do. I can't wish for anything more — I want you to be happy... just that I hope you're sad sometimes, too, just like me... because of me. I want your heart to break sometimes too. I want you to cry sometimes too. In those empty spaces, I want you to remember me.

And I know you won't do any of that, but in my twisted imagination, you do. And you are.

You're the happiest you could be, but not that much — not happy enough that you'd forget me.

#nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #lee donghyuck #haechan #lee jeno #nct fanfic #nct christmas au #nct dream x reader #nct dream timestamps #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 reaction #nct 127 scenarios #nct au #nct u scenarios #haechan x reader #haechan scenarios #haechan angst #nct angst #merry Christmas y'all:D

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it’s the end of 2020 and good lord I was busy writing this year! I wrote 8 fics totaling 92,471 words! All of these fics are from different challenges/fic fests (which seems to be the best way to keep me motivated to post anything)

Here’s the list of fics I wrote this year just in case you missed any fic posts and are in order of release date. Thanks to everyone who’s already read these fics and left comments! 

On to 2021!

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Or the one where Pastry Chef Harry and Youtuber Louis get engaged.

We’ll Be Alright, 2.4k

There are boards on the windows. Small pieces of glass sparkle on the ground in the early morning light from where they couldn’t be picked up. Harry looks in disbelief at the boarded up windows of his bakery.

Or the one where Harry's bakery is broken into and he and Louis gather up the community to help out.

drink what makes you happy, 666

Harry taps his fingernail on the side of his wine glass as he stares down the human in front of him. He’s existed for a few millennium and should be used to humans throwing themselves onto him—for multiple reasons, but they rarely stay as long as this one.

Breakable Heaven, 44.5k

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

#mine #fic rec #compete against the stars #gyahw #lgim #fmd #ysh #wba #dwmyh #breakable heaven

[poisxnyouth]

teacher!dave fic. chapter 1. (d.d)

A/N: oops. I couldn’t not. I wrote this SO quick, apologies if there are any errors! let me know what you think. -hailey

wc: 3.5k

The thought of senior year in its entirety was nerve wracking. Left and right, everywhere you went, you were going to be experiencing things for the last time ever. Including your last relationship of high school.

++

You had been hoping to see Mrs. Porter on you schedule ever for your AP Lit class; instead, seeing someone named Dobrik. There were only 2 AP Lit teachers at your school, so you can’t help but wonder if whoever Dobrik is replaced Mrs. Porter, or if they replaced the other teacher.

You and your friends flood the steps of your high school’s main campus on the night of Open House, schedules in hand as you flit around the grounds, meeting your teachers and finding your classrooms.

It’s an easy process, you and your friends were the same types of students with a majority of the same classes, so out of your 7 classes, you shared the same periods with them. It being your senior year, finding your classrooms was a piece of cake and took little to no time.

You move period by period, hopping through your lists out of order. A constant in your conversation was whoever Mr. or Mrs. Dobrik was; it was rare for teachers to leave your school or quit, so it made you all curious.

You and your friends eventually make it to the classroom of your first period: room 225, AP Lit with Dobrik. You mistake who you assume is Mr. Dobrik for a student, his hips propped up against his desk at the back of the room, arms crossed as he talks to a parent. His eyes glance toward the door as your group files in, standing up straight and politely excusing himself.

“Hey! You guys have this class? Let me check you all off my roster, just so I know I saw you and talked to you and gave you the syllabus and all that.” Mr. Dobrik turns to his desk, grabbing his rosters and thumbing through a stack of stapled papers, eyes looking up as he counts how many of you there are and taking the matching amount.

He makes his way over to you and leans against the nearest desk to you all, pen and green highlighter in hand.

“So, hi. I’m Mr. Dobrik. This is my first year teaching so don’t be too rough on me, but like, if I’m doing a terrible job and you don’t understand anything…..please tell me, even though my ego will get hurt. Seriously, though, this is a really difficult course and while I want to make it academically challenging, I don’t want to make it impossible. I’m pretty malleable with homework deadlines, but only if you come talk to me. Otherwise, late work is an absolute no and I can’t forgive it,” Mr. Dobrik is highlighting the same spots of every syllabus as his eyes scan back and forth through your group of five, making a point to make eye contact with every single one of you every time he glances up.

“I know you guys have jobs and extracurriculars and everything, but again: my answer is to just talk to me. I’m easy in that aspect. Um...there was something else, too,” he scratches his head, pushing his glasses up and searching through a syllabus.

“Oh! Phones. You can listen to music or whatever, I just ask that you don’t text or post or anything during my class. I’ll go more into all of this on Monday, I just wanted to clarify the basics, okay?” He looks up and makes eye contact again, searching for all of your confirmations.

“I know there’s usually a summer assignment for this class, so you guys are lucky you didn’t have to do it since I wasn’t here. That being said, my lesson plans are especially rigorous for the first quarter because you didn’t have one.”

“Basically, a good rule of thumb if you have any questions about anything, is to come talk to me. You can’t get the notes done on time because you work three to ten? Come talk to me. You have band until eight that night? Come talk to me. I’m here to help you, not make shit - sorry, not to make things difficult for you. I want you to pass the exam and get this credit.” He stands now, capping his highlighter and uncapping his pen.

“What are your names and what period are you in?” Mr. Dobrik makes the point of eye contact, checking the name off of his roster, and writing the name on the syllabus. You’re the last one, and you stutter out your own name, your eyes glancing down to his lips as he scans through his list, putting a check at the side of your name. He writes your name in the top right corner of the paper in messy handwriting, looking as iif it was written with the intent to be neat.

“Okay! Thank you guys. I’ll see you first thing Monday morning. Have a good weekend.” You all murmur your polite reciprocation, waving him goodbye as he smiles and runs a hand through his hair, seemingly nervous.

Once down the hallway, one of your friends eventually bursts, “Okay, was he totally fucking fine or is it just me? He’s also super young. Like, he’s barely older than us. Please tell me it’s not just me.”

You and your group immediately start, “Oh my God, no. It’s not just you. He’s probably the most fuckable teacher now. He’s got that messy brown hair, doe eyed, smart, nerdy thing going for him. I literally felt speechless as he looked at me for my name...Y/N stuttered!” You blush at their derision as they only laugh harder.

You don’t know how you’re ever going to talk to him or ask him questions when you can barely tell him your name.

++

Monday morning comes quickly; your last first day of school begins with you and your group stockpiling into your car, picking each of them up one by one. It’s an easy (albeit early) morning leading up to the first bell.

You all wander through Mr. Dobrik’s propped open door a few minutes after the first bell. He’s fiddling with his coffee pot he must've brought, back turned to the door. He hears the ruckus, though, looking over his shoulder.

“Hey! Good to see you again. You guys can sit anywhere. I’m not gonna have assigned seats or anything, so…” he trails off, turning back to whatever he was doing. His hair is slightly wet, white dress shirt clean and pressed, paired with a red tie, black skinny jeans and black Vans. He was too close to your age to be your teacher.

You and your friends are mostly too nervous to make any sort of conversation with each other amid the mostly silent room, sitting together and mouthing to one another, Oh my God, he looks so good!

More students come through his door and he greets every single one of them, quietly fixing himself a cup of coffee in a mug that stated what must have been his alma mater. The late bell rings, Mr. Dobrik immediately shutting his door and taking attendance. He calls out the names under his breath, eyes darting in between his computer screen and his students as he searches for the familiar faces.

“Y/N is present...okay, we’re good! Everyone’s here.” Mr. Dobrik doesn’t look at you as he says it though, one of your friends kicking at your leg under the table as you blush at the fact. He quickly sets up his computer and his PowerPoint on his class information, leaning against a table as he sips at his coffee.

“Okay, hi, everyone! I’m Mr. Dobrik. I went to University of Illinois and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree. I majored in English and minored in Film, and I’ve just started an online Master’s program with U of I, where I’ll study Psychology. Um, I just turned 23, like, last month, and this is my first year teaching so all I ask is you don’t murder me if you don’t like something about my class or how I act, ‘cause I’m new at this!” Mr. Dobrik takes another sip of his coffee, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and hitting the next arrow on his keyboard, revealing a slide of essentially everything he had explained to you the night of Open House.

“So, like, the phones...I don’t care if you listen to music, but I don’t want you Snapchatting or playing iMessage games or anything while I’m trying to teach or you’re supposed to be doing an assignment, you know? I believe it’s disrespectful and rude; don’t waste my time and don’t waste yours. This is an AP class and we all know it’s a difficult course. If any of that’s an issue for you, I politely ask that you head down to guidance and snag you one of those handy schedule change request forms. Um,” he pauses, “I won’t ever put my hands on your stuff; you don’t touch my stuff and I won’t touch yours. It’s simple. I respect you guys and it’s not fair if I can do things you can’t, you know? So, I won’t take your phone. Again, I will never lay a finger on anything that’s yours, however, if your phone is out and you’re not changing a song or something, I will kick you out and send you to attendance. It’s different if you come up to me and say, Hey, Mr. Dobrik, my mom is calling, can I step outside and answer it? Like, duh. If it’s important, just ask me.” Mr. Dobrik continues sipping at his coffee, pulling his glasses off and placing them on the table. He rubs at his eyes before he slowly takes another mouthful, eyes peeking up sleepily as he looks around the room blindly.

“That’s really the gist of this whole thing, honestly. If there’s an issue, if you need more time for an assignment, need to take a phone call or text someone back, just talk to me. I was practically just in high school, so I get it; I know how hard it is when everything is due at the same time and the pile keeps getting bigger and bigger and you’re trying so hard to balance everything along with school. I’m also all ears if you want to come and talk to me about something that’s happening in your life or something similar, I have A lunch so if you guys want to come in and hang out, feel free. Again, the main point is: if you have any issues at all, just come talk to me, we can work through it together. Most of you are seniors, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.” He shrugs nonchalantly, putting his glasses back on and placing his mug on the table. “D’you have any questions?” He scans the room quickly, taking everyone’s unresponsiveness as his answer, “No? Okay. Cool.”

Mr. Dobrik continues speaking about the first quarter and what you’ll cover during the first few units, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows as he lectures. He reveals the first assignment: simple Cornell notes for the first two chapters of the textbook due Wednesday.

“The plan is to have a day every month where I meet with you guys and talk about what you understand and what you don’t. My philosophy is that your grade reflects what you know, not what work you did or didn’t do or copied off of someone else. If I can talk to you and have a good discussion about whatever we’re analyzing at that time, you’ll be fine. I really just want you to be able to analyze and have the ability to connect what we read with our personal lives in this day and age. You probably know this, but we’re starting in the 1600’s and going until present day. We’re going to read some John Keats, William Wordsworth, Anne Rice, Charlotte Bronte, et cetera, et cetera, you know the drill. I’m going to try to pick things that I believe you will be genuinely interested in or connect with, and if I don’t...um, not to throw him under the bus or anything, but it’s probably Mr. Carroll’s pick that he’s making me do with him. I’m serious! He wanted to analyze, like, the Federalist papers and I immediately said hell no.

“Really, though, your grade reflects what you know. And you guys probably need to get to it, so I’ll stop beating you over the head with my voice. Talk to me if you don’t like a certain type of assignment and we can come up with an alternate; talk to me if you need to take a call; you can eat in here but be nice about it; talk to me if you don’t understand something, all that jazz. I’m easy to get along with, I promise. Just talk to me and respect me and we’re all good. Cool? Alright. Textbooks are under your seats. You’ll need to go down to the Media Center on your own time to check one out. Get started. I’ll come around and talk to you guys in a few.” Mr. Dobrik finally pushes himself off of the side of the table he had been leaning on for the past 15 minutes, students rustling through their bags for pens and paper as he sits at his desk, submitting his attendance and responding to emails.

“Y/N, stop staring!” One of your friends, Jessie, kicks you under the table for the second time that period. “You’ve been drooling over him ever since he said Hi, I’m Mr. Dobrik! Like, it’s impossible for you to stare any harder. He totally noticed, too!” She’s whispering as you all work, a quiet hum of voices spreading across the room.

“He did not!” You defend, “No way. I was just paying attention.”

“Y/N, you were literally leaning against your arm with hearts in your eyes. Get a grip. If he wants to talk to us as much as he says he does, you’re going to have to get over it. He’s our teacher and he’s hot, but that’s all he is!”

“Oh my God, Jessie, it’s not that big of a deal. Just because I think he’s hot doesn’t mean I want to date the guy-,” you’re scribbling main ideas down as you skim through the paragraphs.

“Who’s the guy? Maybe I have him,” Mr. Dobrik leans over your table, scanning over your group’s papers before looking at you.

“Oh, um,” you blush at his eye contact as he bites at his lips, looking down at you. “Doesn’t really matt-.”

“I’m joking, Y/N,” he cuts you off and leans over, turning your paper to face him. He repeatedly glances between you and the paper before speaking once more, “Okay! You ladies good?”  You all murmur your agreement before he moves around to another group, shifting from table to table.

“Y/N, what the fuck was that? He has to know you’re into him!” You shake your head, no longer wanting to speak about it.

++

Two days later in Mr. Dobrik’s class, he’s going around, table by table, and grading everyone’s notes in front of them. It’s a snicker fest between your friends as he leans over you, red pen in hand as his eyebrows scrunch together and he shakes his head.

“No. You did this wrong. I’ll give you partial credit, but it’s not what I asked for. You can come in here during lunch and redo it for full credit. They look good, though.” He’s stern, already moving onto Jessie’s work before you stop him, making his eyes meet yours.

“Mr. Dobrik, respectfully, what do you mean? You looked at my notes both Monday and yesterday and you said it was fine. Like, I don’t understand. This is the first assignment of the quarter, and I’m starting it with a fifty? I’ll come in and redo it, but why? I just don’t understand.” You maintain the eye contact with him, his lips going in between his teeth as he chews on them for a split second.

“We’ll talk about it at lunch, okay? It’s fine. We can do this later,” he promises, returning to Jessie’s work as you stare at the bright red fifty percent at the top of your page.

So, you come in during lunch. He’s alone, typing away at his laptop as you walk through the door.

“Hey, Y/N. Come sit and we’ll talk. Can you get out the notes?” You feel odd about this already, silently obeying him and pulling the papers out as he continues sending emails, not looking at you. You wait quietly, placing the notes on his desk. He turns to you, looking them over quickly and leaning in closer. He’s too close, it feels like, and you can smell hints of his cologne mixing with his soap.

“Yeah. Okay. So, like, you paraphrased this entire time. There aren’t any bullet points, they’re just paragraph summaries. I don’t want what the book says, except for vocab, maybe. Like, I can tell just by looking at this that if I made you take a quiz right this second you’d fail it. Convince me. Make the work worth it and make it help you in the long run.” He leans back in his chair, looking at you again.

“I thought you said it doesn’t matter how we take our notes-.”

“It doesn’t,” he shrugs, “I don’t care how you do it as long as you know the content. But you don’t.” He doesn’t appreciate your talking back to him, but he lets it slide, liking the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him to argue about your work.

“How do you know that?”

“Y/N. I’ve peer edited and peer edited and peer edited these past 4 years of my life. I can spot when someone’s writing is half hearted. Even if it’s just notes. I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, shit, I didn’t mean it that way, like, I never thought that you didn’t know what you were doing, I was just asking-.” He waves you off, smile playing at his lips.

“I know. I’m teasing,” Mr. Dobrik rolls a pen in his fingertips, running the pads of his fingers down the ridges of its side. “Really, though, just think about the content thoroughly and analyze it and you’ll get a 100. The work was phenomenal, I mean it, I just don’t think it’s the best you can accomplish as a student. I know I’ve only had you for 3 days, but like, it’s really obvious to me that you can do better than half-assed summaries. Again, they’re still great, but you can do better. It’s really not about the grade, at this point, right?”

You tilt your head in confusion, looking at him as he leans forward.

“Your work is college-level already. They’re just summaries, but you reworded them great and got the main idea across fine. If you do your best, I’m giving you a 100 in here,” he shrugs again, still playing with the pen in his hands. “I also saw you skimming the passages and your mind was somewhere else entirely.” You know what he’s hinting at, and it’s suddenly obvious how right Jessie was. He knows, but there’s nothing you could do about it and there’s certainly no going back.

“It’s fine. Just be present in my class and we won’t have any issues.” What the hell did that mean? That he knew you had the hots for him and that it was fine, that he was perfectly comfortable with it as long as you kept focused?

“Back to the point, though. You can produce better academic work. Do you agree?”

You nod, meeting his eyes.

“Okay. So, since you agree you can do better, I can start pushing you. If you want that, of course. Do you?” He’s pushing his fingers through his hair now, still looking at you. You don’t know what game he’s playing at, but something in you is telling you there’s a different motive than purely a teacher/student drive. Still, though, you say yes, looking at your hands.

“Okay. Then, tomorrow, I want the revised notes, your favorite poem, and a five paragraph analysis of it on my desk first thing. Can you do that for me?” You make eye contact again, nodding.

“Then you’re all good. I just wanted to talk to you privately about it. Let me know if it becomes too much or something. I honestly just think you have a lot of potential and as your teacher, I’d hate to see it go to waste. I don’t want you doing what I did. I didn’t try hard enough.”

“That’s besides the point, though. You can go. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Mr. Dobrik promises as you both stand and he begins walking you to his door. He’s putting the doorstop in as you step out of his room, making sure you hear his Can’t wait to see what you come up with for me!

You stay up until 2AM ensuring everything is perfect.

#david dobrik fic #david dobrik #vlog squad #vlog squad fanfic #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik x you #david dobrik imagine #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad fic #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik fanfic #teacher/student au #TALK TO ME ABOUT IT #WHAT DO YOU THINK

[waveridden]

AUcember 2018 Masterpost

AUcember is an annual challenge that I do every year where I try to write a new AU every day in the month of December.

This year’s 31 fics included stories about: The Adventure Zone, ars Paradoxica, Campaign (Skyjacks), Campaign (Star Wars), Critical Role, Greater Boston, NeoScum, Sugar Pine 7, and Wolf 359. You can find individual links to each fic both on Tumblr on Ao3 below, sorted by fandom.

Read the collection on Ao3

Read the collection on Tumblr

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The Adventure Zone

dal capo, professor au, implied kravitz/taako, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

ars Paradoxica

unless we lift it up together, mateo/nikhil as doctors, 2k [tumblr] [ao3]

Campaign (Skyjacks)

i’ve been stood up by my calling, good omens fusion, 2.1k [tumblr] [ao3]

you’ll always chase a pedigree, magical realism, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

the end of all things, inception fusion, 2k [tumblr] [ao3]

Campaign (Star Wars)

versus the world, campaign/evil campaign roleswap, 2.4k [tumblr] [ao3]

sublime, aava/lyn modern magic, 1.8k [tumblr] [ao3]

too large for any moment, pacific rim fusion, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

dream me, o dreamer, blue/zero as monsters, 1.4k [tumblr] [ao3]

window blues, tryst/aava heist, 2.1k [tumblr] [ao3]

chain reaction, aava/leenik trapped in an elevator, 1.8k [tumblr] [ao3]

in the middle, tryst/aava/leenik animal shelter, 1.7k [tumblr] [ao3]

a treatise on making things, blue/zero as artists, 1.8k [tumblr] [ao3]

eyes closed, eyes low, gen road trip au, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

(write to me and) escape, blue/zero roommates/tinder, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

i’m writing your name on every page, restaurant au, implied tryst/leenik, 1.1k [tumblr] [ao3]

some things you just can’t refuse, white collar fusion, 2k [tumblr] [ao3]

i’ll be there next time, leenik/tryst & blue/zero holiday party, 1.7k [tumblr] [ao3]

Critical Role

seeing blind, beau/yasha blind date, 1.4k [tumblr] [ao3]

Greater Boston

by the light of day, louisa/nica wedding planner, 1.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

NeoScum

longer nights (with lesser feelings), tech/lance as superheroes, 2.5k [tumblr] [ao3]

glued together moments, gen college au, 2.1k [tumblr] [ao3]

apple cider, i don’t mind, dak/tech parent/teacher au, 2.9k [tumblr] [ao3]

going going gone, gen stuck at an airport au, 1.8k [tumblr] [ao3]

fast talk, the strange case of starship iris fusion, 2.3k [tumblr] [ao3]

i want so bad to be steady, dak/tech alice isn’t dead fusion, 1.7k [tumblr] [ao3]

helpless, dak/tech as neighbors, 1.4k [tumblr] [ao3]

the neon limelight, gen band au, 3.5k [tumblr] [ao3]

put your colors on, xanadu as soulmates, 1.5k [tumblr] [ao3]

Sugar Pine 7

car wrecks & thunderstorms bright, parker/cib post-breakup, 2.6k [tumblr] [ao3]

Wolf 359

living on your own time, undercover as married, 3.1k [tumblr] [ao3]

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If you enjoyed these fics, make sure you send some good vibes and gratitude towards @travismcelrcy, who was my sounding board, my moral support, my cheerleader, my proofreader, and the greatest person in my life. They are a bright light and a brilliant writer, and I am lucky that I get to have that in my life. Thank you, darling. I could never ask for anything better than you.

If you enjoyed any of these fics, I have a ko-fi that you can use to tip me. This is completely optional, but deeply appreciated. If you are not both willing and able to tip me, the next best thing you can do is reblog this post or tell a friend about the fics. That’s deeply appreciated, too.

I’d like to thank everyone who read, reblogged, liked, quoted, commented, bookmarked, kudosed, told a friend, or generally enjoyed anything on this list. It was such a delight to work on this year, and the fact that other people enjoy these fics is icing on the cake. Happy new year, everyone. <3

#aucember18 #waveridden.fic #and now.................... to take a break.

[kz-i-co]

Distrust

Summary: Your best friend is going away and you're asked to look over her apartment too bad her boyfriend won't leave you alone.

Pairing: Nam Woohyun/ Reader

Genre: angst/smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: I had to write this since Woohyun is my ultimate bias and all :)

------Also be prepared for some cringy smut....I found out that I’m not really good at writing it lol

m.list ╫  ∞masterlist

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"Honey, I'm home." You said with a big smile as soon as your best friend opened the door, the only problem was, once you saw who it was, your annoyance only grew. "Oh, it's you."

He made a face and laughed sarcastically. "Its nice to see you to."

"Don't you have your own place Woohyun? Why are you always here?" You walked inside.

"Wait don't answer that." You said as a smirked formed on his face.

"Will you two stop fighting for once?" Taeha came into the room.

"Maybe if your boyfriend stopped being an ass."

"You started it." He fought back.

"You fight like siblings." She laughed.

"I rather be eaten by wolves then be his brother." You slipped out.

"Ouch." Woohyun held his heart in pain.

"Ew, I hate looking at your face." You glared. That was actually a lie. Woohyun was very handsome, at least to you in the beginning, but then his personality came.

"(Y/N) That's so harsh, he has a beautiful face." Taeha grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.

You made a gag noise and moved to sit on the couch. You decided to turn on the tv until your eyes glanced over to the bags on the floor.

"Hey Taeha, are you going somewhere?"

"Oh, yes." She leaned over to you and sat down. "My sister just had her baby and she needs help adjusting for awhile so I'll be living with her."

"What about your apartment?" You asked.

"I'll watch over it and help pay the bills." Woohyun spoke before you could.

"What about me? I can do it." You were basically begging.

"I'm her boyfriend I should." Woohyun fought back.

"Shut up brat." You growled through your teeth.

"I think it's better if (Y/N) does."

"Yes." You cheered and stuck your tongue out at him.

"I'm sorry Woohyun but you have your own place you need to pay for, (Y/N) lives with her father so she doesn't have to pay for anything."

"But- wait you still live at home?" Woohyun asked you.

"Hey shut up. It's free rent." You shrugged.

He laughed and you immediately threw a pillow at him.

"Why do you want to anyway?" You asked annoyed.

"Peace and quiet." He pursed his lips. He had roommates, he was probably sick of.

"I suppose I can let you sleep on the couch." You smirked.

"You want to sleep in the bed me and Taeha have-"

"Woohyun! Shhh." Taeha stopped him from continuing.

"Okay ew, I'll wash the bedsheets, no biggie." You smiled annoyed. "So how long will you be gone for?"

"Not sure, probably a month tops." She slightly shrugged.

"Woah, how can you two be away for so long?"

"I'll drive up to visit every weekend." Woohyun smiled cutely causing you to roll your eyes.

"Why don't you just go with her?" You asked.

"Because I can't take a month off of work." He spoke.

"When will you leave?" Tomorrow morning. She said.

"Wow, so soon." You looked at her widely.

"I know, it's so sudden but she needs me." She tugged her hair behind her ear nervously.

"Well I guess I'll go pack....You probably want to say your goodbyes." You arched your eyebrows.

"We already did, before you got here." He said dumbfounded.

You made a face. "Not like that (Y/N)." Taeha clarified but you didn't believe her.

"Sure, goodbye." You left them alone.

-

"What do you mean, you're leaving for a month?" Your dad asked as you loaded your car.

"I'll only be in town, chill." You started. "Taeha needs someone to watch over her apartment while she is away."

"Come on dad, I'm 22. I'll be moving out eventually." You continued.

"I know." He agreed.

"And you have Arin." Your little sister. "I'll still be here and there, no worries." You said as you shut the trunk.

.....

As soon as you entered the empty apartment, you moved around slowly seeing if there was an sign of the nuisance. You put your stuff into her bedroom and immediately took off all the sheets and threw them into the washing machine. You didn't want to risk those germs.

You could get used to this. Living alone with no one to bother you and no one to judge you. Taeha's bathtub was even nicer then yours that you couldn't resist. You drew yourself a nice bubble bath and plugged in your ears buds, feeling the most relaxed you have ever been in your entire life.

You sat there until the hot water eventually turned cold and the bubbles now faded. You tied your damp hair into a loose bun and dressed into an oversize t-shirt and leggings.

As soon as you left the room you heard pan rattling from underneath the counter. You could see the kitchen clearly from where you were but you saw no one. You hesitated to look on the other side of the counter afraid of what you were going to find. You grabbed the broom and walked over as slowly as you could. You lifted the broom ready to position as you got closer. Just as you were about to swing a startled Woohyun stared at you lifting his arms up for protection.

"Woohyun? What the hell." You put the broom down.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" He stood up.

"I didn't know it was you."

"I called your name when I entered." He said.

"I didn't hear you and how did you get in anyway?" You asked.

"I have a key." Should have known.

"So you're really staying?" You asked disappointed.

"Chill out I won't be here your whole stay, I just need a little break." He confessed. "I can cook for you." He gave you a begging smile.

"Okay fine." You easily accepted. You couldn't cook for shit. You threw the sheets into the dryer, as Woohyun started cooking dinner. He was lucky he was such a good cook, unless you would toss his ass right out on the street.

-

"Last week on big broth-" You looked around as your program suddenly changed.

Then the couch suddenly sunk next to you. "Woohyun? How do you keep sneaking in here?"

He just shrugged.

"I was watching something?" You said again.

"But the game is on?" He looked at you innocently.

"So? Go watch it in the bar or something." You snapped trying to grab the remote but he held it over his head, where you couldn't reach. "God, you're so annoying."

You sulked down in your seat. He looked at you guilty and changed the channel back for you. He tossed the remote so it was in your lap. The problem now was that you were feeling guilty. You.

He was playing with his phone until the show started to grab his attention.

"Why do you like this show? It's just a bunch of strangers living together and arguing over every little thing."

"That's not the point of the show, every week someone gets eliminated and whoever makes it to the end wins like a million dollar's." You explained.

"I don't get it."

"Its a game, you have to get people to like you since the people in the house are voting each other out." He still looked lost. "Its easier to understand once you watch it from the beginning." You gave up.

....

"You asshole!" You yelled at Woohyun as he pushed you off of the rainbow road. It was long after that you decided to play video games instead.

He was a laughing mess as you pushed him with your feet to the corner of the couch. "I was in first place."

"I'm sorry." He laughed and laughed even harder once your character came in last.

"I hate you." You said but more playfully. "I'll get you next round."

"Woah, it's 1 am....I have to get up early tomorrow." He stood up.

"Okay. I'll give you your couch back." You smirked.

"I have an idea." He looked at you with a challenging look.

"What?" You looked at him timidly.

"We'll play for it."

"Play for What?" You asked.

"The bed tomorrow night."

"Wow, how gentleman of you to kick a woman out of the bed."

"You scared?" He smirked some more.

"No, you suck at Mario kart, you just got lucky because you got a blue shell."

"Fine, then it should be a piece of cake then." He smiled.

You squinted at him. "Fine 3 rounds, best 2 out of 3, win."

You made your way to the bedroom as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Thinks he can beat me. Funny.

-

"Your boyfriends a tool." You said loudly through the phone as an elderly women gave you a disgusted look.

"What?" Taeha said.

"He's making a bet with me to sleep in your bed."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I've been making him sleep on the couch every time he comes over."

She giggled but then suddenly stopped. "Hey don't be too hard on him okay, his roommate gives him a hard time, that's probably why he likes it there."

"What's wrong?"

"He's just a jerk. That's all."

"Well why don't you both just move back together?" You asked.

"He has to finish his contract first of all and last time we lived together it didn't turn out so well."

Taeha and Woohyun use to share that apartment last year, but something happened and he moved out suddenly and they broke up. You never knew what happened between them since it wasn't your business and seeing how much your friend was hurt, you didn't have the heart to ask. But since they got back together recently, they seemed as happy as ever but they stayed apart, even though he slept over most of the time.

"I have to go, I'll talk to you later okay." She sounded rushed and hung up.

Your mind grew more curious of what happened a year ago. You knew you shouldn't be so nosy but you just wanted to know so bad.

-

"You are going down." You pointed at Woohyun who just gave you an amused stare. "Here."

"We're drinking now too?" He asked as he grabbed the drink.

"So you can't cheat this time."

"I didn't cheat the first time...the game gives you the shells."

"Whatever, I think it be funny who would win when we are under the influence." You said.

"So now we are drinking and driving? You're dangerous." He laughed.

"Come on, it's fun."

.....

You were both laughing hysterically as you couldn't even finish the race. You both were safe to say, at least buzzed. The drinks you choosen had a low alcohol rate so even the 4 bottles weren't enough to get you drunk, but it was enough to make everything seem more funny then it was.

"There is something I'm dying to know." You sat up but your vision couldn't keep up with you.

"What?" His head was leaning off the back of the couch.

"Why did you and Taeha suddenly break up last year...that even caused you to move out."

He stared off into space just thinking about it. Like you just opened a wound. "You don't have to tell me, I was just curious. You both just seem different towards each other since you got back together that's all."

"Taeha wants to keep it a secret." Was all he said.

"Taeha is keeping a secret from me? Well I have a secret she kept from you." You said with a challenge.

"What?" He asked.

"Okay I'll tell you but then you owe me a secret." Your almost drunken state was basically like acting like elementary school kids.

"She lies to you about loving your dog when she really can't stand her."

"What?"

"She complaines when she gets dog hair all over her clothes." You shrugged.

He just stared in confusion.

"Don't be mad, she's just not an animal person, doesn't mean she hates them all." You continued. "Tell me a secret then."

"I heard you had a crush on me when we first met." He smirked.

"What?" You stiffened up causing him to laugh. "Taeha told you that?"

That bitch?!? How could she even tell him. You didn't even tell her. What?

"She lies." You said.

"She said that's why you're so mean to me, because you like me."

You threw a pillow at him. "Not anymore."

"Anymore? So you did?" He asked sitting up more.

"I just thought you were attractive. Thats it." You threw your hands up in defeat.

"Even though you call me ugly all the time?"

"Now you're ugly." You smiled.

"I look the same." He glared.

"Shut up."

"If it makes you feel better, I always thought you were cute." He turned away.

"Cute, like a child?" Your voice was getting annoyed.

"No. Just stupid stuff, like the look of disappointment when you look at the sink full of dishes, or how happy you look when you see a bird in your window, or just how aggravated you get when your hair falls in your face. All the expressions you use throughout the day."

"Wow, you're really drunk." You laughed.

"Yeah." He laughed with you.

"I just thought of secret Taeha told me that would really drive you insane."

He looked at you. "She said you're a horrible kisser."

His eyes opened wider. "What?"

You laughed once again taking another sip of a fresh drink.

"I'm not." He said like a 5 year old having a fit.

"Its okay, some of us can't be talented kissers like myself."

He arched an eyebrow at you.

"What? I am."

"How can you suck at kissing?"

"I don't know you tell me?" You smiled.

"Fine if I'm so horrible then you can tell me." He scooted over to you.

"Are you high, I'm not kissing you." You pushed him away.

"Its just a kiss, it doesn't mean anything...besides aren't you curious since you like me and all."

"I don't like you....anymore." You mumbled the last bit. "Did you forget you're dating my best friend?"

You siped your drink down even more, making you feel more loose.

"I told you, it won't mean anything." He was definitely more drunk then you.

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies. You would be lying, saying you never thought about it. Your head told you, you didn't like him anymore like that, but maybe it still lingered in your heart. It was hard to read though since when you looked at him you felt mostly annoyed now.

"Is this going to be the first secret just between us?"

He nodded. "We probably won't remember this in the morning." He said.

You shook it off and made the first move by bringing your lips towards his. It was a weird feeling. You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol in your system or the fact your stupid old crush lingered, but you were enjoying every second of it. He wasn't a bad kisser at all. It felt mesmerizing.

He pulled away trying to catch his breath. "What do you think?" He asked still leaning against you.

"I cant tell yet." You brought your lips back to his. His was working against yours desperately causing adrenaline throughout your body.

Your head was screaming at you to wake up. This was wrong. Your best friend didn't deserve this. They only just got back together a few months ago and now this? You were the worst friend ever.

But you couldn't stop. It felt right. Something in your gut was saying it was meant to be.

"Woohyun maybe we should-" You started but once he started kissing down your neck you felt lost.

The next thing you knew you felt the bed hit your back. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn't even process.

He had you pinned against the bed while he kissed up and down your neck. His wandering hands started brushing up your shirt, feeling every inch of you. You were just as guilty and you started undoing his belt.

You felt him playing with your bra strap, eventually loosening up the tight fabric. He had it off quicker then you realized and immediately started messaging your chest, loosely under your shirt. His lips made it's way back up to your lips, feeling more moist then before.

He stopped suddenly once he felt your hand making it's way inside his jeans. He closed his eyes tightly as you rubbed against him. You could feel the tightness growing causing you to unzip his jeans for more room.

When you felt like he had enough, you tugged his shirt up signaling for him to pull it off. You took some time to admire his toned body until he distracted you by tugging off your sweats. You went ahead and took off your own shirt being completely exposed.

It almost looked like he blushed as he saw you in full. He leaned down wanting to kiss you once again, but before he could reach you, you held your hand up to stop him. You started getting up causing him to lay on the bed instead.

At this point you were growing impatient. You still blamed it on the alcohol because normally you wouldn't act so desperate, but here you were breaking all the rules. You took off the last bit of clothing there was between the both of you. You gently took him in your hand and slowly jerked him only enough to lubricate. You leaned forward guiding him in and relaxed as you could adjust.

His muffled sounds were so beautiful as you began your movements. The pleasure was unreal. It was almost like a dream. If only it was to save you all the trouble.

You leaned down kissing him passionately as you quickened your pace. Once you lifted up for air, you grabbed his hands leading them to your chest. You tilted your head back enjoying the pleasure.

As you felt like you were lost in your own world, he grabbed your hips helping you keep the rhythm. You moved your hand to the front of your folds to guide your climax closer to the edge. Just as you were about to release, he beat you to it causing the room to spin. You felt numbness scattered throughout your body.

You looked down at Woohyun's beautiful face and you couldn't help but smile seeing how exhausted he was. You moved off and collapse on the bed next to him.

He turned on his side facing you as he gently started to close his eyes. You could feel the exhaustion effecting you as well but you asked one last question.

"Are we bad people?" You looked forward to see him already asleep. You kept thinking of that question right before you passed to.

Please be a dream.

-

When you woke up the next day, you felt more relaxed then ever. But you couldn't stop thinking about Woohyun. You were so convinced that last night was a dream you almost fell out of bed seeing him sleeping next to you.

"It wasn't a dream?" You said to yourself. It wouldn't be the first time you had a wet dream about the boy next to you.

You felt all the emotions hit you at once. Taeha would never forgive you for this. What were you going to do. You'll have to move far away. But what if you didn't tell her? You had to it was the moral thing to do right?

You leaned your head down, trying to get all the thoughts out of your head that you ended up screaming at the top of your lungs. Woohyun first instinct was to cover his ears as you suddenly woke him from his slumber.

"What the fuck-" He looked down and suddenly pulled the blanket up to his chest. Then he looked at you startled as ever. "Last night really happened?"

"We are terrible people." You were on the verge of tears. "Taeha will be home in 2 weeks, what are we going to do."

"Is lying worse then cheating?" His head fell down into the pillow.

"Oh my God, oh my god." You were rocking back and fourth.

"I'll tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"Just the truth, we were both drinking and did stupid things." He tried to steady his voice.

"We can't tell her over the phone, we'll have to wait until she gets home. Why ruin her trip?" You panicked.

"Okay."

But you knew the guilt would kill you. "Do you remember everything?" He suddenly asked you.

You did. "I mean yeah, but we weren't ourselves."

"Shoot, I need to get to work." He dragged the blanket off with him.

"Hey." You covered yourself with the sheet.

"Sorry, I don't want you to see." He looked down towards his sensitive area.

"I saw it last night." You glared.

He stuttered but continued to hide in the bathroom until he was fully dressed.

Everything felt so awkward. How were you gonna face Taeha again or better yet, Woohyun for the next 2 weeks.

The worst thing you could ever do to your best friend was done in her bed in her apartment. You may have lost everything you ever cared about.

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Hey hey Bri, I would absolutely love to take part in your challenge. I was hoping for either the hospital/sick trope or the wartime romance trope. I absolutely love the idea and al the prompts are amazing and congratulations again for reaching 3.5k. You truly deserve it for all the incredible fics you bless us with 🥰🥰🥰

YEEEE thank you so much, Hannie Hann!!! 💖💖💖 I’ll put you down for the sick/injured/hospital trope. Which character would you like to write, my love?

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Congrats on 3.5k doll!!! Can I do soulmates with stucky X reader?? (Or just Bucky if you dont like that XD) thanks, love xx

FUCK YES YOU CAN HKFJGGFDK I CAN’T WAIT AAAAAAA

(giiiirl why on earth would I not like to be double-teamed by two super soldiers, oh my god, I’ve written so much Stucky x Reader MY HEART AND BODY ARE READY TO BE FUCKING WRECKED, IT’S DOUBLE THE FUN)

(please don’t feel obligated to write smut lmao I’m just a thot)

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Hi darlin! Congrats on 3.5k! 💗💕🌸 Can I have bed sharing for your writing challenge? And if that’s not available, I’ll take wartime romance. For Bucky 💖

Thank you so much!!! I’ve got you down for bed sharing with Bucky 💗💗💗

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Darling wife of mine! I would like to humbly request Beyond The Sea with Bucky please and thank you. 💕 Be sure to tag my writing blog love and congratulations on 3.5k! 😘

THANK YOU HONEY BUN 😘😘😘 

I’ve just added you to the list! Thanks so much for joining, I can’t wait to see what you come up with! You’re the best! 

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