#cinnamon bun and his murderous boyfriend

[atiayutthaya]

T'Challa : I have this urge to do something stupid

Erik : I'm stupid. Do me

W'kabi :

Okoye :

Shuri :

Erik : Did I just say that out loud?

#t'cherik #killchalla #tcherik #erik x t'challa #cinnamon bun and his murderous boyfriend #incorrect black panther quotes #w'kabi #okoye #shuri

[clooverhoover]

..♡ bnha boys + nighttime cuddles ♡..

touches ask game!! | feat. midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, kaminari, bakugo and shinsho | bnha girls ver

➵ midoriya 

nighttime had always been sort of a tough time for you. it was cold, lonely, and a lot too convenient of a time for sad thoughts. you never could fall asleep immediately, your brain instead preferring to dwell on all the shitty and embarrassing things you had done in your life. but not on your sweet, will-walk-to-the-ends-of-the-earth-and-back if you so wished boyfriend, izuku’s watch. to iida’s displeasure, he would sneak into your room in the dead of night, when the goody-two-shoes engine man was gone, and cuddle you, holding you close to him, whispering soft, love-filled nothings into your ear until you both drifted to sleep, hoping that the moment would last forever.

➵ todoroki

the soft, grey moonlight illuminated the peaceful sleeping face of your candy-cane-themed lover, from where your face was, which was barely an eyelash away from his, he looked absolutely ethereal, like he exuded a faint, starry glow. as if he were a fairy prince. what did you do to deserve as fine of a man as he? that would remain one of the world's greatest mysteries, you suppose.

your musings are cut short when shoto pulls you impossibly closer, your bodies flush against each other, his left side like a mini furnace, making the need for a blanket obsolete. you bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent; which smelt of a crackling bonfire, like pine and the night breeze. you never wanted to let go of him, and he would have it no other way.

➵ tamaki

being the shy, touch-averse cinnamon bun that amajiki was, you never expected to have a lot of cuddling or touching, though you were a little sad about it, you respected his boundaries and would hate to overwhelm him or to cross them, and you had already come to terms with that. but god, you were so wrong.

you had been together about two months and yet here you were; snuggly wrapped in his warm embrace, his arms clinging onto you like you would somehow disappear.

“bunny?” a soft, groggy, half-asleep voice whispered, “i love you,” he said with a yawn. you could feel the smile radiating from his face without even looking as he placed a chaste kiss on your hair. god, you were so in love with this boy.

➵ kaminari

you lay dormant, mouth open as quiet snores escaped it. your silky hair messily spread about the wrinkled sheets that denki was supposed to change three weeks ago. his and your limbs entangled together in a love-filled mess. his head lay on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart and the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. he was going to regret staying up later, he could practically hear aizawa scolding him for falling asleep in class, but it was just too peaceful. the moment too perfect to waste not experiencing.

“jesus, i’m such a simp for you,” the blonde whispered, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. staying up late would be future denki’s problem. right now, he was just going to bathe in the bliss.

➵ bakugo

surprisingly, katsuki’s main love language, other than cooking food spicy enough to burn your tongue worse than his quirk would, was touch. really anything from a simple reassuring squeeze on the arm to carrying you around bridal style ‘just cause i fucking can’.

“shut the fuck up, idiot. go to sleep already!” he had hissed as he buried your face into his chest, his muscled arms holding you softly, yet tightly, his touch overflowing with love for you.

when he had invited you to stay over and sleep with him after your standard saturday study session, you hadn’t thought he was actually being serious. but who could say no to his cute little face? where did the prideful, overconfident explosion king of murder go, would be a question for later. for now, all that mattered was the peaceful, flustered ash-blonde clutching you close.

➵ shinsho

coincidentally, both of you were insomniacs used to spending hours staring at the ceiling, rolling around your bed looking for a comfortable position that didnt exist, and scrolling through whichever of your three social media app addictions you chose to indulge in that night.

coincidentally, too, when the clock hit twelve midnight, you to were both fast asleep, burritoed together in a fluffy blanket, the sixth episode of the kissing booth, or whatever movie series he had let you choose for movie night, playing quietly on hitoshi’s cat-sticker-covered laptop laying haphazardly on the bed, alarmingly close too the edge. truthfully, neither of you really cared for movie nights or corny, mass-produced over-romanticized teen romcoms, you just needed some excuse to spend hours with each other without needing to talk. you just needed the other, and that was enough.

#drabble #headcannon #bnha headcannon #deku x reader #tamaki x reader #bakugo x reader #kaminari x reader #shinshou x reader #bnha drabbles #bnha #mha #todoroki x reader #cuddles #sleeping together

[queentala]

Dating Ruhn Danaan Headcanons

Well I haven't seen any cc x reader fanfictions or headcanons so I decided to write my own. Text me if you have any requests for Hunt, Ruhn, Declan, Tristan or Connor.

And English is not my first language so I'm already sorry for any mistakes

Anyway, hope you'll like it 🥰

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- You’re his weak spot. He might be this powerful Fae prince, the Chosen One, scary bad boy and what else but the truth is you have him wrapped around your finger.

- CHASE ATLANTIC VIBES

- Looks like could kill you, is a cinnamon roll. Yup, that's definitely Ruhn

- Your love is very passionate, full of adventures and laugh. With him, you won’t be bored

- Partying, drinking and getting high at clubs or at his house when he’s throwing a party

- Even if you're both totally wasted, he always have his eyes on you. Making sure you're safe

- Hyping you up when you dance at the club. If he's dancing with you, you'll probably end up stroking against each other and having some fun 😏 in the restroom

- Playing video games while you sit between his legs and he rest his chin on your head (or him laying his back against your chest while you rest your chin on his head)

- Him teaching you how to play guitar (Because let’s be honest, he definitely can play guitar. It’s his hidden talent). Actually he’s really good teacher. Praises you a lot when you get something right because he’s so proud or when you don’t get it, he’ll guide your hands while sitting behind you.

- Laying in bed at 3 am, listening to your favorite songs and discussing about who's the best author

- Him taking you on Rock&Roll concert for a date. Sitting on his shoulder as you both scream at the top of your lungs

- Night trips around Crescent City (probably with Declan and Flynn), goofing around The Old Square or going on shooting range with boys (and kicking their asses)

- Also when he wants to be more romantic he takes you for night walk along the river Istros and you stay there till the sunrise, joking and laughing

- Spending the night at bowling alleys, eating pizza and having good time

- He’s just night person in general

- Sleeping until late afternoon, you cuddled in his arms

- Ruhn waking you up and bringing you coffee to bed, he's shirtless and just in his sleep shorts, his hair tied up in a bun as he kisses you good morning

- If you can cook, you’ll definitely have to cook for Ruhn, Declan and Flynn (we know how they are and what’s their lifestyle)

- Declan and Tristan being your besties and brothers at once, caring about you and protecting you from freaks at parties

- Tristan flirting with you to piss off Ruhn (and you flirting back to piss him off even more) 😎

- Ruhn being territorial and overprotective boyfriend. He gets jealous easily that’s for sure. When he sees someone hitting on you, he’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss you roughly or stare at this person with promise of murder in his eyes

- He doesn't mind leaving hickeys on your neck or collarbones where you can show them. Also Ruhn likes when you have his scent on you or when you use his perfumes

- Can you imagine his hands around your throat or on your ass because fuck yeah I can 🤤

- He loves you so much and he's scared of loosing u so he would never let you walk alone at night. When it's late he'll make you stay at his house or walk you himself.

- Text you few times a day to make sure you're alright and happy

- Wearing his t-shirts or hoodies or skin jacket. If you already don't have one, Ruhn will buy you boots similar to his so you two can match and look awesome together

- Taking showers together. It always includes make out sessions and rough sex

- Sex with Ruhn being the best experience in the whole world. He goes fast, hard and deep, making you cum multiple times in a row as you shake and scream

-  You can always call him, no matter what time is it. He cares so deeply about you and will always be there for you. When your sad or scared or have panic attack, he'll rush to you and comfort you as long as you need. You can tell him everything

- Shit-talking about his dad because he's an annoying asshole

- Ruhn likes to cuddle with you, especially when you sleep. Most of the time you spoon, he holds you tightly from behing and buries his nose in your hair. Or you lay on his chest, his one hand wrapped around your waist. But let's be honest, Ruhn doesn't mind when you're the one holding him as he lays his head on your boobs or stomach

- So we know that Faes have sensitive hearing. And Ruhn pays attention to people’s voices. So he definitely loves yours. He can sit and listen to you talking for hours, asking you creative and deep questions so that you don’t stop. Also he loves your laugh so he tickles you all the time. And he goes crazy when he hears you moan and scream his name

- Ruhn is the best kisser. He can kiss you really roughly, reminding you that you are his and nobody's else. Other times he'll kiss you gently and sweetly, holding you close and putting in those kisses all his love for you. And his lip piercing... Making every kiss hundred times better

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #crescent city #cc hoeab #cc headcanons #declan emmet #tristan flynn #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #connor holstrom

[otterlyben]

okay but imagine if the marauders met the sherlock characters.

sherlock and sirius absolutely fan-girling over their boyfriends

remus and mrs hudson being killer cinnamon buns whilst they listened to rock music

james and lestrade finally getting a break from their drama queen friends and going down to the pub together

lily and john being absolutely over everyone

molly and marlene lowkey falling inlove

sirius slapping the shit out of sherlock when he finds out about his addiction

dorcas and mycroft planning a secret plan to kill all their friends and family

remus being jealous of sherlock

sirius: oh remus, sherlock, he’s the smartest person i’ve ever met

remus: wHaT

john and lily getting drunk and gloating about how they want to move to portugal

john: wE’rE mOvInG tO pOrTuGaL

sherlock and james: WHAT

remus and mrs hudson going on a walk around london, and almost being killed which makes sherlock and sirius go solve a murder case, and they all live near eahcother in central london.

#remus lupin #siriusblack #lilypotterinportugalissomethingicanagreewith #jamespotter #dorcasmeadowes #marlenemickinnon #mrshudsonandremuswillkickyourass #johnthecinnamonbun #mollyhooper #mycroftholmes #sherlockholmes #sherlock #watson #johnwatson #greglestrade

[canadachronicles]

Then, charge me! (...) I'm  as indecent as Jack Walker; charge me! (...) Jack Walker should not be prosecuted for being a human being, nor should I. So, Inspector, I leave it to you to do what you think is right.

Our cinnamon bun Detective Llewellyn Watts (Daniel Maslany) to Inspector Tom Brackenreid (Thomas Craig), after he’s seen his boyfriend Jack (Jesse LaVercombe), who had been badly beaten up, in the Station House 1 cells, in The Future Is Unwritten [S13E18].

We had been without Wifi for about two months at our house, which meant I was a bit behind on Murdoch Mysteries; but I’m glad I got to enjoy watching this episode today. There are so many, many brilliant things about this show in general, and this episode in particular, I could write a thesis about it (I gladly would, you know; Murdoch Mysteries already plays a large part in the one I’ve written!)

To start with, this very quote. Obviously, our poor Llewellyn is particularly upset, and he wants to save his boyfriend; but when you know what’s at stake for him, for telling Tom; especially after seeing how Tom handled it the last time a copper confessed his homosexuality, it’s all the more poignant and significant.

Then, there’s how Tom handles it this time. And to be fair, he was having a “bloody hell” of a day, what with his best Detective (William Murdoch) handing his resignation letter, another Detective he’s fond of (Llewellyn) coming out to him, his coroner (Violet Hart) being suspected of murder, his former coroner and friend (Julia Ogden) being blackmailed by the former with the very possibility of being charged for murder, his sister-in-law being down on her luck... And George Crabtree, who was on a book tour, has vanished, too!

He could have poured himself a glass or two, locked himself in his office, and try to forget about all of this. He has in the past. But it’s not his way anymore; Tommy-Two-Pence has grown since we first met him thirteen years ago. He can be prejudiced still, sometimes (I was quite cross with him, when he ended Detective Scott’s career in The Philately Society [S13E05]; after he had been so supportive and protective of Emily Grace. I was happy to hear him say he was remorseful, though.) But he stands up and fights for his own, always. So, he did sip a lot of brandy, but he also convinced Julia to not let Murdoch resign, and released Jack from Station House 1, and gave Detective Edwards a piece of his mind, and Violet Hart the benefice of the doubt after she really did commit a murder (in self-defense!) And that is the character development I love to see on one of my favorite shows. 

I often say that Schitt’s Creek (which I still have to catch up on) would not have been such a wonderful show if it hadn’t been a Canadian production; the same is very true with Murdoch Mysteries. I’m glad they also spare us the anguish of a cliffhanger before we found out that Jack was safely back in the arms of Llewellyn, that Julia did not cheat and that William didn’t quit. I’m glad we could enjoy Tom’s bewilderement that everyone else from William to Margaret had known about Watts, and didn’t give a fuck! And I’m very happy about how that Misery hommage turned out! So very glad; but I did not expect less!

#Murdoch Mysteries #Llewellyn Watts #Detective Watts #Detective Llewellyn Watts #Oh how I adore him #Daniel Maslany #How I adore him too #Thomas Brackenreid #Inspector Thomas Brackenried #Tom Brackenreid #Thomas Craig #such a lovely man whom I was lucky to meet #Murdoch Mysteries CBC #Murdoch Mysteries Season 13 #Murdoch Mysteries 13x18 #The Future Is Unwritten #what a beautiful episode #what beautiful writing #Quote #TV Quote #Canadian Television #Canadian TV #CBC #Canadian Broadcasting Corporation #this is why I want to write for Canadian Television #Canada #Canada Chronicles

[imaginedrguysgalsandenbypals]

my faves and how they would react with a crush + confessing

Self-indulgent writing about my faves

Kyoko Kirigiri

Outwardly, she doesn’t show any change in her dynamic when she develops a crush

But she finds herself thinking of you often, wishing you were around when you’re not, and spending as much time with you as she can

No one knows that she has a crush

She’s worried to confess, she doesn’t want to put herself into such a vulnerable position

But she knows she’ll eventually have to bite the bullet if she wants this to go anywhere

And she really does

So one day, she pulls you aside and puts it all out there

It takes you by such surprise - you literally had no idea!

She explains to you that she has feelings for you, she has for a while, and she wants to be in a relationship with you

She tells you there will be no hard feelings if you don’t accept, she’ll understand

You literally have to pull her into a hug to cut her off and see that you reciprocate

She’s stiff at first, but she relaxes into the hug with a small smile on her face

While she may not be the most emotive of people, you can tell that she’s so happy and relieved that you accepted

And if you don’t, well, she told you - no hard feelings

But she’s still upset

Celeste Ludenberg

Honestly... she hides her crushes very well

It’s impossible for anyone around her to tell if she likes someone

Which is all very well because usually her crushes don’t last longer than a week or two - everyone ends up proving themself unworthy in one way or another

She doesn’t put much faith into her interest with you at the beginning, she figures eventually you’ll say or do something to make her crush leave

But then you don’t

And dammit if this girl doesn’t get what she wants

And she wants you

So after a month of consistently finding you adorable/endearing/lovely, she takes it upon herself to confess

She keeps up her confident condescending front while she confesses

It’s sort of annoying, really, it’s like she knows you’re going to say yes

Like she’s daring you to say no

And if you say no, well, she’ll cut her losses

But if you say yes, she’s very happy - clasps her hands together in front of her chest and promises she’ll begin preparing a date

Mukuro Ikusaba

Oh this girl

This pure, sweet, murderous cinnamon bun

She is such a dork when she has a crush

She becomes so blushy and goofy around them, and she spends as much time as she possibly can with them!

It’s pretty clear to anyone around her that she has a crush

Including her crush

Once she can’t take it anymore and has to confess to you, this baby - she googles how to confess

She buys flowers for you, a bouquet of purple roses and white lilacs

Google told her that they’re for someone you’re enchanted with

She’s nervous while she confesses, but she acts brave!

Literally holds her breath while she waits for a response

If you accept, you can literally see her face light up

She laughs loudly and pulls you into a bear hug

But if you reject her....

She’s upset for a while, but she won’t let it ruin her pride

Mikan Tsumiki

Fuee...

She’s got so much anxiety in general, and now she’s got a bunch of anxiety just being around you

Don’t get me wrong, she adores you and cherishes every moment she spends with you, but every second of that she’s freaking out

What if you don’t feel the same way? What if you hate her and are just putting up with her?

It’s so difficult for her to cope with her feelings, she’s never really had a crush before, she doesn’t know what to do!

It’s unlikely that she’ll ever confess to you herself

Ibuki sees this and takes it upon herself to confess for her

Whether Mikan wanted it or not

She’ll literally drag Mikan up to you and exclaim that Mikan’s in love with you and do you like her back?

Mikan nearly faints then and there

She does scream

If you say you like her as well, Mikan starts crying tears of joy

She falls onto you, hugging you with her head resting on your chest

She’s such a sweetheart

There’ll be tears if you reject her too, much sadder tears

She’ll run away as soon as you start to decline, absolutely distraught - she’s so embarrassed

But she should have seen it coming - how could anyone like you like someone like her?

Kazuichi Souda

We’ve all seen how he acts around Sonia

But with you, it’s different

Honestly, Kazuichi’s crush on Sonia is superficial - he said himself he’s always wanted a blonde girlfriend - he decided he liked her and put her up on a pedestal

He was so enamored with her he didn’t even notice he was falling for you

Until it hit him, hard

Once he realizes, he drops his “love” for Sonia immediately -which is a welcomed surprise for her-

He doesn’t treat you the same way, he gets blushy and nervous around you

Which makes his crush obvious

It takes him a little while to work up the nerve to confess - which is made easier with the help of his friends hyping him up

When he does, he’s blushing and stuttering, and he can’t look you in the eyes

If you accept, he nearly jumps up and down, vowing to be the best boyfriend ever

If you reject, he’s heartbroken... it’ll take him months to recover.  Please don’t hurt my boy like this

Shuichi Saihara

His shyness works in his favor for hiding his crush

He’s stuttery and blushy around everyone, so it’s no surprise when he acts that way around you

But of course, over time he can’t ignore his feelings for you

He needs to tell you how he feels

Kaede and Kaito definitely helped him reach that decision

And they’re going to be in the background cheering him on while he does it

He debates donning his hat again, but decides that it’s probably best if he doesn’t - he needs to fully put himself out there and show that his feelings for you are true

He can’t make eye contact and he’s stuttering the whole time, but he finally manages to get it out

When he’s done, he feels so much better for saying it, whether you reciprocate or not

If you do reciprocate, he���s smiling so much

He thanks you for accepting lol what a nerd

But if you reject him, he says it’s no big deal, but curses himself and kaede and kaito for saying anything

He really can’t be around you anymore afterward, it’s too painful and awkward

Kaito Momota

He falls pretty fast for any crush he has

And he spends no time beating around the bush

This Aries boy, once he knows that he likes someone, he’s gonna make it known to them!

He’ll make his confession a whole big deal, giving you flowers and chocolates, and coming up with as good of a speech as he can

He’s not the smartest boy tho... don’t expect it to be too poetic

He’s pretty confident in himself, so he’s fully expecting you to accept him, although in a less condescending way than Celeste lol

If you tell him you like him too, he goes straight for a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around

Hopefully you like affection cause this boy’s all about touching

But if you reject him, hoo boy is his pride damaged

He tries to hide his hurt, but you can see through it

It makes you feel bad

As it should

Maki Harukawa

Maki is an incredibly reserved person, generally cold to everyone around her

But when she realizes she has feelings for you, she begins to act almost tsundere

she’ll threaten anyone who insinuates that she has feelings for you

“Do you want to die?”

But even she can’t hide her feelings forever, so eventually, she confesses

Her confession is adorable in her own way

You know that one sprite of her pouting while she holds her hair? Yeah.

She even stutters a few times

When you accept (because if you don’t, well, she’s an assassin) she reverts back to her usual self instantly

That’s not to say she isn’t over the moon excited, but she’s not really one for showing emotions

If you were to reject her on the other hand, well, she’ll put up every wall she has around you

It’s not like her feelings disappeared as soon as you turned her down, it’s just that she doesn’t want to show how heartbroken she is

She found someone she loved, she allowed herself to be vulnerable, and all she does is make a fool out of herself

god i’m making myself sad okay time to stop writing

#kyoko kirigiri #celeste ludenberg #mukuro ikusaba #mikan tsumiki #kazuichi souda #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #maki haruwaka #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #trigger happy havoc #super danganronpa two #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #super danganronpa 2

[1dffexchange]

No Strings Attached

To: Hunter @hxxefics​

From: Palak @stylishmuser​

Warnings: This oneshot contains smut and mentions of cheating! 

Author’s Note: 21.4k friends-to-lovers oneshot for @hxxefics. I hope you enjoy it, friend!

I.

Naina Kapoor is absolutely, without a doubt- sure of a few things in life.

Like, the unwavering promise of her warm sheets and soft blankets is both what makes her late and gets her through the day. Or how a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch is her go to fix for any and every problem, no matter the caliber of it. But at this particular moment, the one thing she’s sure of is that she’s going to murder Harry Styles in cold blood.

She’d run to her room for 10 seconds, maybe 15 because she’s slower in the morning, and left her bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch waiting on the kitchen counter. In that small amount of time, Harry’s latest… ‘guest’ had taken Naina’s seat and was now eating her breakfast.

Naina’s jaw is hanging open so wide, she can feel the inside of her mouth starting to get dry. The girl is blonde, definitely Harry’s type, and she’s got a nasty case of bedhead. Naina shakes her head at herself. She doesn’t like to judge Harry’s guests, for a lack of a better word, because she loves her best friend and her roommate with his dripping charm and stupid curls. But that doesn’t keep her from being alarmed at how daft aforementioned guests can be.

Nevertheless, she’s got shit to do today.

So she takes a deep breath to calm her fizzling nerves before she walks towards the kitchen, sliding across the wood floors in her fuzzy socks. After living here for two years, she’s perfected the art of not falling flat on her ass. At least, not often.

She clears her throat as she rounds the corner of the counter so she doesn’t startle the girl. It doesn’t work as well as she’d thought it would because the blonde yelps and Naina’s ears are suddenly ringing. She blinks at the girl who now has a hand pressed over her heart and is frantically gasping as if she’s seen a ghost.

Naina’s still wearing her pj’s, a long sleeved henley that’s soft as silk with a pair of plaid patterned shorts. She glances down at herself for a second before lifting her gaze.

The blonde is still staring at her in horror.

Naina ignores the spiteful words that come to mind and plasters a smile on her face instead, “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Naina.”

She reaches towards the cabinet up to the right and pulls out a new bowl as the girl speaks up, “Uh… okay. What are you doing here?”

Naina’s closing the utensil drawer with a bump of her hip when she freezes. Then she turns around to look at the blonde. There’s no way this random girl is asking what she’s doing in her own kitchen.

“I live here,” Naina says, dumbfounded when she realizes this girl isn’t joking.

Blondie furrows her brows together as she scoops some of Naina’s cereal into her mouth, munching it before she speaks, “Harry said his roommate was named Niall.”

Naina snorts, growing more comfortable now. It’s not often that she runs into these girls, but when she does, she never hesitates to tell them how it is. She slides her bowl over the counter and sits in the bar stool next to the girl who stares at Naina like she’s got three heads. “Yeah. He does that.”

Naina reaches over her and grabs the milk, pouring some in her bowl before she shakes the last of the cereal into it. She picks her phone up and starts scrolling through all the notifications and emails that have piled up over the night. Her finger hovers over the message bar with her boyfriend of a year, Tyler. She stops chewing for a moment and then clicks on it, her heart sinking a little when she sees that he left her on read.

“So you and Harry are like roommates?”

Naina locks the screen, making the issue vanish. She shakes her head to herself, feeling her messy bun flop around on top of her head. “Yeah we are. Like best friends too.” She can’t help herself. She’s not a morning person.

The blonde doesn’t seem to notice the way she mocked her, though. She’s obliviously looking at her neon pink colored nails. “Oh, that’s cool. Is it weird… like being a boy and girl and doing that? All my friends are girls.”

It’s a question so many, many people have asked Naina and Harry over the past 5 years. Looks of shock when they tell them all that they are just friends, best friends, and have been for as long as they’ve known each other. Even in their immediate friend group, everyone is convinced that they have these undiscovered feelings for each other, oblivious to the blatant fact that Naina is committed to Tyler while Harry on the other hand is committed to having lots and lots of sex.

Naina’s not surprised by the blonde’s inquiry. If she didn’t know Harry so well, she’d ask the same question.They were complete opposites. She was organized, driven, and particular about who she spent her time with. He was messy, laidback, and didn’t care who he spent his time with as long as there were females in the near vicinity.

He was the talk of the college and still was years later now in graduate school. That’s why Naina had been surprised to see him at a humanities recruitment fair freshman year. He’d caught her eye across the room and nosied up to her when she was looking into the student writing center. She tried to lose him, but he was a persistent little shit. He’d hit on her with the cheesiest line ever and to this day she never let him forget it. She’d turned him down, of course, but that didn’t seem to deter him. More than anything Naina learned he was interesting. It was a shock to her that he was a history major, because honestly she pegged him to be a business kid. They’d both joined the student writing center and slowly became friends through their time there. Soon, there wasn’t a day that went by without them talking or meeting up on campus. For all intents and purposes, he was her first and best friend.

“No, not really,” Naina says, pushing her glasses up her nose.

As if on cue, the devil himself shuffles into the main living area in nothing but red boxers. Blondie turns her head and Harry meets Naina’s eyes before hers. It’s then that Naina notices blondie is wearing a shirt that looks familiar. It is hers, she realizes as an icy cold shiver crawls up her spine. Harry never gives these girls his clothing, claiming that it gets them attached and clingy. That doesn’t explain why Naina has at least 3 of his hoodies in her room right now, but that’s not the issue at hand.

Naina shoots daggers at him and slides her index finger in front of her throat. Harry ignores her.

“Hiiii,” blondie greets, making Naina roll her eyes.

Harry’s brown curls are so messy. His green eyes are exhausted, the bags under them so clear in the bright daylight. But despite all that, he still looks handsome as ever. His tattoos are all on display and Naina can just imagine that Blondie is staring at them in all their glory.

“Hey,” Harry rasps, giving her a smile that is so fake Naina laughs a little. She pretends to clear her throat when Blondie turns around to look at her. “What are you…” Harry trails off, realizing he doesn’t know how to ask what he wants without being an ass.

Naina stands up, not wanting to be in this battle zone. She brings her bowl to the sink and washes it out while the blondie tells Harry she was thinking of getting breakfast with him. Naina wants to ask her why she decided to eat her cereal then, but she keeps her mouth shut. She’d make Harry pay for it later.

“Ahh,” Harry hums nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

Naina dries her hands on a towel and leans her hips back against the counter, sipping at her coffee and watching Harry squirm with a grin.

He shoots her a look that screams ‘help’ but she continues to sip her morning joe.

“Listen,” he murmurs, walking closer to her. He puts his hands on her elbows and traces them up and down. “Baby,” he adds, smiling at her with his fucking dimples. Naina wants to vomit as she watches the girl melt. “I’d love to, but I promised Naina I would take her to class. Her car is in the shop.”

Naina’s jaw drops for the second time that morning, her brows furrowed together. Harry’s

green eyes meet and her own blue ones, a mischievous twinkle passing through them.

That little shit, Naina thinks tightening her fingers around her mug.

“Oh,” Blondie says, deflating. She turns around and gives Naina a look that can only be described as withering. “That’s okay, I guess. Raincheck?”

“Absolutely,” Harry says. “How about we go get your stuff and then I’ll walk you to your car?”

“Okay,” Blondie says, standing up and heading back towards Harry’s room.

Naina throws the now empty box of cinnamon toast at him and it thuds off his bare skin, falling to the floor with a hollow thump.

“Heeey,” Harry whines, frowning at her as he reaches for it.

“Don’t hey me, you ass,” Naina hisses, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s wearing my shirt! Go get it!”

Harry frowns, craning his neck towards his room, “She is? How did she get it?”

“You tell me, Einstein,” Naina growls.

“I don’t think it’s yours, love. Think it’s tha’ girls from last week who left it,” Harry says, smirking. “She uh… had to leave in a hurry.”

“Shut up,” Naina says. “I don’t want to know.”

Harry grins at her, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t use me as an alibi next time you want to be a man hoe,” Naina tells him, poking his swallow tattoo on the left. “You know I don’t like this stuff, H.”

Harry pouts at her, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her finger. “S’not a nice word, love.”

“Sod off,” Naina growls, pulling away. “I’m going to get ready for class,” she says pointedly, grabbing her phone and heading back towards her room.

“Wait,” Harry says, running after her. “What are yeh doing tonight? Are we all meeting at Joe’s?”

“I’m going over to Tyler’s,” Naina says.

Harry makes a horrible, annoying groaning sound. “Naina, no.”

“No?” Naina counters, turning around to look at him.

They’re at her bedroom door now and Harry sighs leaning her arm against the wall. “Tyler’s a fucking bore. Come out with us,” he insists.

“He’s not boring! Just cause he’s in a committed relationship doesn’t make him boring,” Naina defends. “Besides… I’m, uh, surprising him.”

There’s a palpable pause and a smirk slowly slides onto Harry’s pink lips.

“A sexy surprise?”

Naina pauses, just for a fraction of a second. The truth is she and Tyler hadn’t done anything in over a month. He’d stopped kissing her a week ago. So yes, she was planning on surprising him in a sexy way. But she didn’t want Harry to know that.

But her pause is telling enough for him. He knows her too well. He puts a hand on her shoulder and looks at her very sternly, “Be safe. Both our mums will have my head if anything happens to yeh.”

He’s been saying the same thing to her every time she and Tyler have gone out over the past year.

She shakes her head at him, scrunching up her nose, “This conversation is over, I’ll see you later. Don’t stay up for me though.”

“Alright, just text me if you’re not coming home,” Harry says as Naina walks into her room.

“I know the drill, H.”

It’s a mutual rule they’d established when they started living together two years ago. Naina’s about to shut the door when she sticks her head out of it, “And add cinnamon toast crunch to the grocery list, Styles!”

***

Naina’s glad nobody else in the elevator as she heads up to Tyler’s floor. She fucking hates thongs. They’re uncomfy. She rests her head back against the elevator wall, closing her eyes. She hasn’t worn lingerie in a long time and she remembers why. It’s not comfortable, at least not the type of lingerie that Tyler likes.

But she knows when she sees that look on Tyler’s face, it’ll all be worth it. So she tugs her jacket around herself tighter as the elevator opens. It’s a bit of a walk to his apartment and she can barely manage in heels as it is, so she takes her time. When she rounds the last corner, she comes to an abrupt stop.

Tyler is outside the door to his apartment, just a few feet away. He’s got a girl pressed up against the door, his fingers in her long red hair and his lips stamping their way down her neck. Naina blinks twice when she sees a purple hickey just above when Tyler is attached to her. But that’s not all, she’s got one of her legs hitched around his hips and her hands are lost inside the fabric of his jeans. It looks like they’ve been at this for a while.

Naina hears the groan Tyler lets out when the girl presumably wraps her hand around his dick, echoing in the empty hallway. It makes her drop her keys and they land against the floor with a disrupting jangle.

It makes them both look up and Tyler pushes the girl away, his eyes wide and lips plump when he sees his girlfriend.

“Naina! What…” he nervously laughs, wiping his hands on his jeans. “What are you doing here, baby?”

He’s never called her ‘baby’ before. He’s not really the pet name type, much to Naina’s dismay.

He takes a few steps towards her but she’s paralyzed to the spot, unable to move or breathe or think.

Somehow, she musters up the courage to speak, “I was going to surprise you. You never texted me back.”

Tyler’s eyes fall on the bag she has in her hand, takeout from their favorite restaurant. He closes his eyes, “Listen, let me explain-”

“You were cheating,” Naina cuts him off. She doesn’t need his stupid man explanation.

Tyler falls quiet as her words ring in the air.

It dawns on Naina, suddenly and at full force before she can even process it properly.

“Oh god, you were cheating on me,” she says again. “You’re a cheater,” she finally looks at him through blurry eyes. Tears stream down her face and drip off her jaw.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Tyler pleads, taking another step towards her. He looks like he’s pained, but Naina is sure it’s a facade.

“Don’t,” she says. She drops her takeout bag as she reaches for her keys and then turns on her feet, trying as quickly as she can to get to the elevator without stumbling.

She finally reaches it and stabs furiously at the button, like a little kid with no patience. She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, her heart weeping inside her chest. She feels so fucking stupid. All the signs were there, they had been for so long, and she chose to ignore them time and time again.

“Baby, Naina, come on wait,” Tyler is suddenly at her side, his pants done up and his hair wild.

Naina shakes her head, “I don’t-” her voice wavers and she stops talking, letting out a soft sob.

“You can’t drive like this,” Tyler says, fumbling to keep her there. “Come on, let me take you home. I’ll explain. That wasn’t what it looked like.”

Naina ignores him, glancing up at the elevator counter and praying that the numbers would go by quicker.

“Babe she meant nothing. It was stupid. I love you,” Tyler insists, trying every line in the book.

The elevator finally opens and Naina steps inside. The girl is waiting a few feet behind them, looking like she might cry herself. Naina flickers her eyes away from the girl and back to Tyler for one last time. “I don’t ever want to hear from you again.”

The elevator door shuts as she presses the button, leaving Tyler and the girl behind.

Naina gets into her car and drives for a block before pulling over because her hands are shaking. She cries and cries until she’s got a throbbing headache and she’s sure that she can cry no more. She sniffles one last time. “Fuck,” she mumbles, reaching for her phone in the passenger seat. There’s one person she wants right now, one person she needs. Her finger is shaking as she hovers over Harry’s contact, blinking at the bright screen.

At the last moment she decides against it, tossing her phone back into the passenger seat and pressing a hand to her forehead. He was probably already at Joe’s with the others and even if she did call him to come get her, she’d have to leave her car here.

It didn’t change the fact that she needs her best friend, though.

 ***

II.

Naina doesn’t think Harry will be home when she finally makes her way back to their apartment. Her temples are throbbing, her eyes are heavy, and her entire body feels like deadweight. She just wants a hot shower and her bed, especially because she took her heels off in the elevator because they were killing her. She closes the apartment door and leans back against it, closing her eyes. She’s so out of it that she only realizes there’s people in the apartment when she hears them rambunctiously laugh all at the same time.

She peels her eyes open when she hears Harry from the living area, “Love? S’that you?”

Naina’s eyebrows push together as she frowns. It’s extremely rare for the group to come home early from a night at Joe’s. It only happens if they get really hungry or if someone gets sick at the bar.

Her breath catches in her throat when Harry rounds the corner, wearing his Packers jersey and laughing with his gaze still focused towards the living room. When he finally turns it towards her, the smile on his face instantly falls.

It makes Naina well up with tears and she can only meet his eyes for a brief second before she hangs her head in defeat.

He’s across the small hallway in seconds, his long strides getting him to her quickly.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, stopping right in front of her.

Naina shakes her head stubbornly, gripping the straps of her heels tighter in her hand.

Harry’s seen her upset, scared, pissed off, and everything in between these past few years. But he’s never seen her devastated and it scares him. He tentatively takes a step closer to his best friend, ducking his head so he can meet her red-rimmed eyes.

“Naina…” he whispers. “What happened? You’re scaring me, love.”

Naina’s lip wobbles and she feels so pathetic, but the comforting presence in Harry’s eyes is all it takes for her to let out a soft sob. Her voice, unheard since she’d left Tyler’s, feels foreign in her mouth. “He cheated on me.”

Harry straightens up at that, eyes going hard. He wants to hit something if he’s being honest, but the girl in front of him keeps him from doing anything rash. “M’gonna fucking-” He uncurls his hands from the fists they’ve formed in when he sees that she’s shaking and he opens his arms, “C’mere.”

Naina doesn’t hesitate to step into them, dropping her heels with a thump onto the floor before she tucks her soaking face against his neck. Harry smells like peppermint, the laundry detergent they use, and faintly of beer but it’s the most comforting combination of scents she’s ever smelled. She melts against him, her sobs muffled against the green of his jersey. He runs his hand up and down her back, pressing his cheek to the side of her head. His heart breaks with every sob that echoes from her body to his, as if his heart is hurting because hers is.

He turns his face and kisses her temple, keeping his lips there as he tells her over and over that she’s okay; that he’s got her. Eventually she stops crying with such force, mumbling something about being tired.

She pulls her face away from the warmth of Harry’s skin reluctantly and wipes at her skin which feels raw from all the salt of her tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, seeing that what remained of her makeup has smeared into his jersey. She whimpers in defeat, “I’ll wash it for you.”

Harry shakes his head, reaching one of his big hands up to tuck a lock of Naina’s brown hair away from her damp cheek. “It’s okay, love. S’fine.”

They meet eyes and Harry sees her lower lip wobble again so he takes a step forward, bringing her head towards him. He presses his lips to her forehead in a sweet kiss. To his surprise, Naina reaches up and clutches his jersey, keeping him close to her.

“I’m gonna…” she trails off, taking a shaky breath. “Go shower.”

Harry eyes her wearily; the last thing he wants is for her to lock herself up in her room. “I’ll send the guys out, yeah? We can… play a game, watch a movie… I’ll read to yeh. Whatever you want.”

Naina gives him a half smile, stepping back and reaching down to grab her heels, “No, Harry. Really I don’t want to ruin your night...” she pauses when she catches the look Harry is giving her, “I’m okay.”

Harry gives her a tight lipped nod, “But, love-”

“Seriously,” Naina insists, “I’m fine. Go have fun okay? Just tell the guys I’m tired.”

Harry watches her head off towards her room. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans and rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he heads towards the living room. His mates Niall, Louis, and Zayn are all seated on the couches. The coffee table is littered with cheap snacks and even cheaper beer while the tv plays a Packers game. The bar was way too crowded to enjoy the game so they’d decided to come back here.

“Was that Naina? Where’d she go?” Louis asks, looking away briefly from the screen at Harry.

Harry glances towards the hallway where Naina’s room is, feeling off. “Yeah… she’s uh... “ he scratches at the back of his neck. It takes him a second to pick up the remote and shut the tv off, making his friends groan at him in protest.

“What the fuck, mate?” Niall says, his beer held in the air because he was about to take a swig.

“Listen, guys, I know we were having a good time but,” Harry’s jaw clenches, “I need to be with Naina right now. She just… something fucked up happened t’her.”

Zayn frowns, “Is she alright?”

She was their friend too, after all.

Harry lowers his voice and fills the guys in about what happened.

“Listen lad it’s fine, we’ll clean up and head out,” Louis says, standing up. “Just take care of her yeah?”

“And let us know when you decide to kick that wanker’s ass,” Zayn mumbles, gathering the empty beer bottles in his arms.

Harry chuckles and claps Niall, who is the closest, on the back, “Alright. I’ll see you lot on Monday, yeah?”

They clear out quickly and Harry can hear the shower running so he decides to make Naina some hot chocolate, her favorite. He heads into her room and switches on the string lights she has pinned up behind her bed after setting the mugs down. He heads into his room to change quickly and then comes back, bringing his own blanket because she loves to hog hers.

Naina comes out of the shower with her hair in a messy ben and tired eyes. She stills in her doorway when she spots Harry in her bed, “What happened? Where are the guys?”

“They left,” Harry replies nonchalantly. “They send their love to yeh. C’mere, your cocoa is getting cold.”

Naina sighs, dropping her clothes from earlier onto the floor by her closet and then she crawls into her bed. She takes the mug Harry offers and settles back against her pillows, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Harry ignores her, tucking her covers around her before he opens his laptop. “Alright, what are yeh in the mood for?”

“Can we watch Friends?” Naina asks quietly, sipping at her hot chocolate.

Harry nods and then clicks on the show. They make it through one episode as they finish their cocoa in quiet. Naina sets her mug on the nightstand and lies down, wiggling closer to Harry. He lifts his arm and wraps his fingers around her shoulder, inviting her to rest against his chest as he gets comfy too.

“She was a ginger,” Naina mumbles.

Harry rests his chin on top of her head, letting her talk. He doesn’t need to ask what she saw or how she found them, it seems pretty obvious and he’s not sure he could hear the details without his blood boiling.

“They were just going at it against the door like fucking teenagers,” she spits out. “And I wore a fucking thong for him. I can’t believe it.”

Harry stiffens at that, just a little, but still remains quiet. His eyes dart towards the pile of clothes she’d dropped earlier, zoning out for a moment.

“.... I feel like it was my fault, I don’t know, Harry-”

Harry snaps out of it when he hears that, tightening his arm around her. “No,” he says, quickly.

“No?”

“Don’t you blame yourself. This is on that twat. He’s a fucking idiot for not realizing how lucky he was,” Harry grumbles. “Just wait till I see him.”

Naina cuddles into him even more. “No fighting,” she whispers. “Harry?”

“Yeah, love?”

“I’m tired,” her words hover in the air.

Harry reaches forward to close the laptop and kisses the top of Naina’s head when she turns completely to hide against him. “Get some rest, love.”

She doesn’t ask him to stay, but Harry still does.

***

It’s a week later when Harry is standing in the doorway of Naina’s room, watching her read in her bed.

She doesn’t lift her head when as she flips the page, “What is it, H?”

Harry sighs and steps into the room, “Come out with me tonight.”

Naina lifts her head at this, eyeing him past her glasses frames, “I told you earlier I don’t feel like it.”

Harry’s wearing a white t-shirt and his black jeans with those Chelsea boots. He marches over to the edge of Naina’s bed and lifts her covers back, making her yelp as the book falls out of her hands and the cold air nips at her skin. “Harry!”

“Listen, m’not letting you mope in your room for another day,” Harry says. If he’s honest, he’s kind of scared of leaving her alone. She’s been a shell of herself this past week, which can be expected since Tyler kept calling her the first half of it. But he’s never seen her so down.

“I don’t want to go, Harry,” Naina protests. All she has wanted to do all week is sit in her bed and watch Bollywood movies. The only time she’d left their apartment was to go to class.

Harry sits down on the edge of her bed and wraps his fingers around one of her ankles, giving it a playful tug. “Let me buy yeh one drink. Just one. If you want to come home after, we will.”

He’s looking at her with those eyes, the earnest ones that make Naina want to punch him because they’re so effortlessly convincing. Naina groans, “Fine. One drink.”

She stands up as Harry grins victoriously, spreading his palms out behind him on her bed as Naina heads over to her closet. She turns around, naturally wavy hair spinning with the movement. She points her finger at him, “And a basket of fries.”

Harry laughs, nodding at her, “And a basket of fries.”

***

Naina admits that maybe coming out was just what she needed to loosen up.

Well, it was either that or the 5 tequila shots she’s had.

But she feels good, better than she has in the past week. Joe’s, as per usual of being the hottest bar near campus, is packed but not overly so. The whole group is there, Niall is trying to talk to this girl from his masters program that he’s liked all semester while Zayn is trying to beat his high score on the pinball machine and Louis is cheering him on.

Harry’s been glued in the stool next to Naina since they got there, periodically making her shovel fries into her mouth. Naina spins in her chair a little, looking out at crowd. There’s girls just a few feet away that are watching Harry and whispering to each other. When they catch Naina staring at them they all scatter and Naina frowns, glancing over at Harry who is flagging down the bartender for another basket of fries.

Naina reaches over and pokes Harry in the shoulder, “Hey!”

Harry glances down at her finger and then up at her, “Lo, love. M’right here, don’t need to yell.”

“Oh,” Naina mumbles. “Sorry. Harry, I need to tell you something.” She grips his entire bicep and gives it a squeeze.

“Yeah?” Harry says, reaching his hand up to cover hers.

Naina nods, blinking as she sways a little on the stool. Oh yeah, the tequila is definitely doing it’s work now. “I’m boycotting love.”

Harry lifts his eyebrows in surprise, “Oh yeah? How are yeh going to do that? You love love.”

Naina shakes her head at him, “No, no, no, no. I hate it very much.”

It’s been so long since Naina’s gotten absolutely shitfaced, Harry almost forgot how she gets. He watches her under the warm glow of the bar lights, her eyelashes fluttering. When she tips to one side a little too much, he’s quick to move, hand on her hip and effortlessly pushing her back into place. “Careful...”

Naina grips his forearm and giggles, “Whoops. Sorry.”

“That’s okay, love. You’re fine.”

Naina lets out a big sigh, “Am I fine, Harry? I mean… relatively,” she waves her hand in the air as if she’s warding off countering thoughts. “Not really. That’s why I’m swearing off love. I decided I want to be like you!”

She gives him a big goofy grin despite the puzzling look on his face.

“What do yeh mean like me?”

“Likeeeee,” Naina drags out. “I’m going to have sex, lots and lots of sex.”

The man behind Naina turns around to look at her but quickly turns back around when he sees Harry glaring at him.

“No feelings, just sex,” Naina says, reaching for the fries as the bartender sets the basket down.

“Refill?”

“No,” Harry says, shaking his head. “She’s done for the night, trust me.”

“Heeeeey,” Naina whines, echoing what Harry sounds like when he says that. Her nose scrunches up, “Don’t do that. Don’t decide for me.”

“You almost tipped over, love,” Harry points out, bringing the basket closer so she doesn’t have to keep reaching so far. Harry keeps his hand on the top of his knee in case she tumbles again. “Remember the last time you had too much tequila? Hogged the bathroom all night.”

“Did you hear my idea, Harry?” She counters, ignoring his recollection.

Harry nods his head curtly, “Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Naina says, frowning at him. He wants to lean over and smooth the frown lines out of her forehead.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Harry says plainly, reaching for a fry.

Naina tugs the basket away from him, “Don’t be a… a sexist,” she says, fumbling for the word. “If you can do it, so can I.”

Harry agrees, she can. He’s usually not one to care about what Naina does with her sex life. Maybe it’s because of what happened, but he doesn’t like the idea of her being so vulnerable out there in a world that preys on stuff like that.

“You can,” he confirms. “Just don’t think you’ll like it, love.”

“I will,” Naina insists. She stands up suddenly, wobbling on her feet as she turns around and points her finger across the crowd. “I can pick any one of these guys and then have sex!” She turns back around quickly, stumbling over her feet and falling forward.

Harry catches her just in time as she falls into his lap with a grunt. He holds back laughter as Naina groans, shuffling in his lap until she’s upright and sitting with frumpled hair and a frown.

“Oh, I’m sorry H,” she mumbles, pressing her hand to his chest as he wraps his arm around her to keep her steady. She looks so embarrassed and Harry’s sure if he touches her cheek it would be burning. “I didn’t mean t’fall,” she slurs softly.

“S’okay, love,” he coos, popping a kiss to her temple. “Let’s just take it easy, alright? I think the tequila’s startin to get to yeh.”

Naina nods, leaning her head against his shoulder, Okay.”

Harry doesn’t mind that she’s still sitting in his lap. She smells like her shampoo, the same scent Harry can smell in the bathroom and the one that lingers down the hallway long after she’s done- coconut and oranges, a striking combination. He rests his nose in her hair as they sit there in the noisy bar.

“Will you teach me?”

Harry’s mouth goes dry. He’s not sure what she’s talking about, and he’s almost sure that he heard her wrong.

“Teach yeh what?”

“How to be you,” Naina mumbles, rubbing her cheek against his shirt as she gets comfy. “How to find someone to have sex with every night. Your magic.”

When he doesn’t say anything, Naina lifts his head. She peers at him with her big blue eyes, pouting miserably. “Please, Harry?”

Harry melts like butter, but how can he not when she looks so cute? “Okay, fine. But how about yeh sleep on it, okay?”

Naina smiles at him, a big goofy smile that warms Harry’s heart. She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek and his skin tingles when she pulls away.

“Okay,” Naina agrees, settling her head back against his shoulder.

***

III.

Harry sticks to his promise, although part of him was hoping that Naina wouldn’t remember her request. The next weekend they head back to Joe’s and Naina watches Harry in his element from across the bar. The way he’s able to so easily fall into conversation with strangers and captivate their attention. Harry’s always been so good at socializing, while Naina sticks to keeping to herself. She blames it on his dimples, they get the girls every time. She met Tyler through a class, only after he pestered her for notes 3 classes in a row and then asked her out.

Harry gives Naina tips and tricks, “Just be natural, love. You don’t have to try too hard to get their attention or keep it. Be yourself.”

Naina had snorted at that. It was much harder than he made it out to be.

They started hitting the bar up more often than usual and Naina tried each night to get interested in a guy long enough to take him home. But each time was a fail. The guy was either disgusting or not interesting enough for her to imagine sleeping with him. None of them were her type, frankly. She knew it was an odd notion to be so picky, but she couldn’t help herself.

After one particular jarring night, Naina wasn’t sure she was really cut out for this.

Harry was across the bar talking to some blonde, his hands on her hips as she stood between his legs. Every once in a while Naina would catch his eye, but then he would be focused on the blonde again. Niall and the other guys had converted the ping pong table Joe had bought last week into a beer pong table, and Naina glances over at them with a smile. Niall and Zayn are kicking Louis and Joe’s ass right now.

The bar is becoming more and more like a club with the renovations Joe has been doing. There’s a bigger area for dancing than there was before and people are loving it. Naina watches as the bodies melded together back and forth to the beat of the music. She finishes off the beer she was drinking and tosses the empty bottle as the song changes. She’s ready to call it a night because absolutely nobody in the bar has caught her attention and she’s starting to miss her bed.

But when she recognizes the song over everyone’s shouts and yells of encouragement, her hips start swaying on their own. She’s just the right amount of tipsy to dance without feeling embarrassed by it. After all, she only dances in the apartment when she and Harry are having a cleaning day. They break out his record player and divide up the apartment, dancing and dusting simultaneously.

Her feet are leading her into the heart of the floor in a single beat, her hands up above her head. One song wouldn’t hurt; one song and then she would tell the others she is going. But it’s her favorite song, one of those that immediately puts her in a good mood and in that moment she thinks that maybe she’s been approaching her dilemma the wrong way. Perhaps the point wasn’t to forget or numb what happened with Tyler, but it was to live in the moment.

So she dances, she moves her hips and shakes her ass and sings along loudly with the sweaty strangers around her. But most of all, she feels good. She feels free.

Until someone squeezes her ass, hard, and then trails their hands up her body, gripping her hips and tugging her back against the body they belong too.

Naina freezes, her heart in her throat.

Her first thought is to turn around and slap whoever it is, but when she does turn, her eyes widen at how handsome he is. He’s got black hair and hazel eyes, and maybe it’s the sudden adrenaline rush but Naina realizes he’s not that bad looking.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he roars, ducking his head down above her ear so she can hear him. His arms are still around her and Naina lifts her hands to press against his chest. “Will you dance with me?”

Naina pulls back, biting her lip. Her blood is pumping and for a split second she can hear that little voice in her head asking her what the hell she is doing. This isn’t her. Or, well, it wasn’t the old her.

Isn’t this more or less what she had been trying to do all week?

She nods at him and the man grins at her, turning her back around so his front is pressed up against her back and he guides them so they sway back and forth to the beat. It’s hard for Naina not to notice his hard on pressing against her ass, but in the moment she’s lost in the way his hands are trailing over her hips, squeezing them with just enough pressure for her to roll her head back against his shoulder. He’s humming the lyrics to the song in her ear, warm breath hitting her cheek.

Then the song is over and their swaying gradually stops.

Naina opens her eyes and swallows, not realizing she had shut them. She takes a deep breath, her eyes darting back and forth across the room as the next song queues in. She turns around in his arms and he’s smirking at her in a way that makes her want to melt.

He glances down at her lips and meet her eyes, hesitating.

Naina ignores the nerves that have a grip around her throat and she wraps her arms around his neck, pushing one hand into his hair. It’s not as soft as Harry’s is, she thinks. Sometimes when they have a movie night he’ll nudge his head into her lap and she’ll scratch it for him. His hair feels like feathers against her skin, unlike this strangers.

Why is she even thinking of Harry right now?

She shakes her head and leans up just as the man leans down and their lips meet. Naina waits for a second, hoping that some sort of spark will go off. They kiss again and again but when his tongue slides into her mouth, the anxious chokehold tightens and she pulls away from him.

What the hell is she doing?

“What’s wrong?”

She blinks at him, at a loss for words, “I-”

And suddenly out of nowhere, Harry’s there. He’s behind this guy, his eyes focused directly on Naina. She can’t tell if he’s upset or concerned but he stops short before reaching them.

He purses his lips and then mouths at her, “Yeh alright?”

Naina knows he’ll step in if she says no. So she gives him a slight nod of her head and he relaxes, but doesn’t move from his spot.

“Hey, everything okay?”

Naina’s eyes snap back to the stranger, “I’m so sorry. I… I can’t do this. It’s me, not you,” she mumbles.

She expects the stranger to blow up or call her a tease but he simply drops his hands from her body. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and rubs, looking annoyed. “Okay then,” he says simply before disappearing in the opposite direction.

Naina watches him walk off and sighs, pressing a hand to her head. Harry’s still standing there and she closes the distance between them. “I’m going to go home,” she says.

Harry looks like he wants to say something, but he nods curtly. “Take an Uber,” he mumbles, not saying anything else. “I’ll be home late,” he adds.

Naina spots the blonde waiting in his seat at the bar. For some reason her heart sinks and she feels worse than she did already. She has to get the hell out of this place.

“Okay,” she responds. Harry glances at her for another second before he puts his hand on her arm in farewell. He’s back at the blonde’s side, letting her slink her arms around him. Naina’s at the door by the time she’s got her lips attached to his neck.

***

“Naina, you can’t be this picky if you just want to get laid.”

Naina is staring at her ceiling, her legs balanced against the headboard of her bed. Her phone has been pressed against her cheek for so long, the warmth of it overheating is radiating into her skin. It’s the morning after the incident at the bar and every time Naina thinks about what happened she wants to perish into thin air.

“Priya, I don’t just want to fuck someone I’m not comfortable with. It wouldn’t even be fun,” Naina replies to her sister.

“You’re the most boring college kid there is, you know that?” Priya counters.

“Don’t be mean,” Naina grunts, closing her eyes. Her mind is spinning. She hasn’t had her coffee yet because when she heard Harry in the living room with the blonde from last night and she doesn’t want to see him yet.

“I’m just saying. If I wasn’t pregnant, or married, then I’d be doing the same thing,” Priya says.

Naina sighs, “How are you feeling?”

“Gross,” Priya replies immediately. “I can’t see my feet anymore and Aman has to help me put my shoes on.” There’s a pause, “He’s laughing. He says hi, by the way.”

“Awww, tell him I said hi too.”

“Anyway,” Priya huffs. Naina can imagine her sitting down on the couch with her cute belly. “You need to stop thinking with your heart so much. You don’t necessarily need it to have good sex, little sister. But, you are right about finding someone that make you comfortable.”

“I dunno, Pri…” Naina says, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for all this. Like, last night, we got into it and when things started heating up I just froze.”

“Naina, there has to be some level of chemistry. You can’t just pick a random guy and go with it. That’s not you. It’s one thing if he’s hot, yeah, but does he make you feel comfortable? Just cause it’s a one night stand doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel… safe,” her sister replies. “Chemistry is more than just looks.”

“Ugh,” Naina groans. “Why is this all so hard?”

Her sister laughs, “You’ll figure it out, sis. Just don’t give up so easily. Maybe you aren’t looking in the right places.”

“Alright,” Naina gives in. “I’ll let you go now.”

“I love you. Take care of yourself, okay? And tell Harry we got the baby gift basket, it’s amazing,” Priya says.

Naina sits up, her legs sliding down the headboard and plopping onto the bed, “He got you a gift basket?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable. I’ll send you photos, okay? Got to go, bye!”

“Okay, love you. Bye.”

Naina stares at her screen in shock. Harry had met her older sister a few times over the past few years but she never thought he would do something like that. She hears the front door slam shut and she holds her breath, waiting to hear the blonde’s voice. She can hear Harry’s boots tapping against the floors and she gets up, still in her pj’s.

She cracks her door open a little and pops her head out, confirming it’s just Harry. He’s taking containers out of a plastic bag and he lifts his eyes when he hears her door creak. They soften and he gives her a smile, “There you are, sleepyhead. Come on, I got us some food.”

“You did?” Naina asks, stepping outside.

She walks into the kitchen, sniffing curiously.

“It’s been a while since we did this,” Harry says.

Naina looks into the containers and sees that he’s gotten food from their favorite pancake place. Her usual order of pumpkin pancakes and hashbrowns is in one box.

Harry turns around, humming to himself as he grabs a mug from the back counter and hands it to her. “Your coffee, before you murder me.”

Naina takes it from him and sips carefully as he grabs them utensils, bringing around the two island stools so they can sit. He starts digging into his own food as Naina watches him over the brim of the mug.

He’s chewing his eggs when he looks up and catches her staring at him.

“What are yeh staring at?”

Naina doesn’t respond; she can’t. She’s staring at how bright his green eyes look and how cute his hair is in the little half bun he has it in. She’s thinking about how he trekked all the way across town to get her favorite breakfast food and how he’s the first person she ever wants to tell anything to. Most of all, she’s thinking about her conversation with her sister.

She’s never been more comfortable with anyone than Harry. He’s a pain in the ass most of the time, but he’s her very best friend. He’s her roommate. He makes her laugh and cry and happy and sad and everything in between.

Harry waves one of his massive, ring clad hands in front of Naina’s face. “Are you malfunctioning cause it took you so long to have coffee?”

Naina snaps out of it, blinking at him until her vision comes into focus. Harry is giving her a look of concern and she smiles, “Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t sleep great. Thanks for getting this, H.”

Harry nods, “Of course, love. Now eat up before it gets cold.”

They eat in silence as Naina tosses through the pros and cons of the idea in her head. It could risk everything, she knows that, but it’s just sex, right? Harry does it all the time. He’d never hurt her, she knew that. What’s the worst that could happen?

Harry’s putting the dishes away when she brings it up.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” He’s scrubbing at a spot of cheese on his plate.

“Have you ever…” Naina trails off. Maybe this is a mistake.

Harry sets the plate down and turns to look at her, giving her his full attention. “What’s on your mind, love?” His voice is soft, patient. His eyes are kind.

It brushes away any anxiety Naina has and she’s blurting it out before she can think it through. “Harry… all those girls you bring home… are you ever friends with them?”

Harry stares at her like she’s suddenly grown another head. “What?”

Naina frowns, she’s not sure how to say what she wants without freaking Harry out.

“S’this about last night?” Harry asks. “Love, I know you’ve been having some bad luck, but it’ll click. You’ve never done this before, it’s not that easy to put yourself out there.”

“Exactly!” Naina exclaims, “It would be easier if… if it was someone I knew.”

Harry chuckles, “Kind of defeats the purpose of a one night stand, doesn’t it?”

Naina bites her lip and stares at Harry. “But… wouldn’t it be nice not to wake up and avoid the girl? Like just be comfortable.”

Harry narrows his eyes at her, reaching for the hand towel and then opening the fridge.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking t’make sure you didn’t drink any of Louis’ special mix before I got back,” Harry explains. “Do I need to take you to a hospital or something?”

“Harry, no, stop you wanker,” Naina grunts. She whimpers in defeat and lets her head hang, “Just forget it. Nevermind.” She begins to walk past him but Harry circles his arm around her with ease.

“No,no,no, I was just joking, c’mon, tell me what’s on your mind,” he encourages.

Naina peeks up through her lashes at him, suddenly infatuated with how close he is.

“Harry, what I’m trying to say is… what if… what if we slept together? You know, just sex. No strings attached.”

The only sound in their entire apartment is the suds in the sink bubbling together.

Harry’s arm slowly drops from her body, his face going white as a sheet. He gapes at her and then turns and starts walking towards the bathroom without a word.

Naina runs after him, heart pounding. Harry’s fumbling for his toothbrush when she stumbles into the bathroom. He knocks over his deodorant and half her things on the counter, reaching for the toothpaste.

“Harry, say something,” Naina pleads, desperately wanting to look into his eyes.

“No,” Harry says.

“Harry-”

“S’not happening! How could yeh even suggest something like tha? Huh?” His furious eyes meet hers through the mirror. ‘We’re best friends. We don’t-” he shakes his head. “I’m not doing that to yeh.”

Harry goes to put his toothbrush in his mouth when Naina jumps forward and puts her hand on his arm gently. “You put shaving cream on it,” she whispers.

Harry lowers the brush and frowns, seeing that she’s right. He drops it to the sink and puts his hands against the counter, dropping his head. “Look… love, maybe you aren’t cut out for this one night stand thing. S’fine, just wait for someone then. But this… we can’t. Not you and me.”

“Harry, don’t you get it? I can’t just do it with a stranger,” Naina mumbles.

He turns towards her as she stares at the floor. “Why not?”

Naina blinks at her toes, focusing on her blue painted nails, “Because I can’t risk putting my heart on the line again. I can’t. And I… I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me.”

Harry softens at that, his voice so gentle, “Naina…” he puts his hand against her cheek gently, pressing his thumb into her chin as he coaxes her gaze upwards. He looks so pained, “Baby, you and I aren’t the answer to this. You’re not just some girl, you’re my best friend.”

“I don’t expect anything… like I said, no strings attached. Just sex,” Naina whispers. “We won’t even have to worry about a walk of shame. The hallway isn’t that long.”

Harry chuckles softly but he still shakes his head no, “It’ll change everything, love. S’too risky.”

Naina steps closer to him, “It’ll only change if we let it, Harry. You make me feel… safe and loved and calm. I can’t get that with anyone else.”

He’s close enough to lean his forehead down on hers and Naina can feel the counter corner digging into her hip from the angle she’s at. Harry doesn’t say anything for such a long enough time that Naina feels like she’s just ruined the one good thing she has in her life.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I’m gonna go,” she fumbles, starting to step away.

Harry has his hands around her waist, picking her up and setting her on top of the counter in an instant. Naina yelps in surprise as he works his way between her legs, standing and staring at her with his breath coming out harshly. He lifts his hand back to her cheek, trailing it down her neck and setting every inch of her skin that he touches on fire. Naina’s eyes flutter as he keeps eye contact with her, bringing her closer to him.

When his lips gently press against her neck, her eyes shut and her hands are in his hair. Harry moves down the length of her neck, barely pressing kisses. He drags his soft lips down her skin, puckering them every once in a while and making her breath hitch every time. He smirks against her skin and then pulls away, looking up at her with those green eyes of his.

He lifts his hand to her cheek again, thumb caressing her skin. He presses it against her bottom lip, eyes in awe as it falls and her mouth opens for him. “Baby… are you sure yeh wanna do this? There’s no going back.”

Naina nods, “I’m sure. If you are.”

Harry steps in closer, his hands settling on her thighs. He trails them down and guides her legs to wrap around his hips, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “C’mere,” he whispers.

Naina leans closer and Harry threads his fingers through her brown hair, sweeping it away from her face. His lips are centimeters away from hers, he’s close enough that she can smell his aftershave, and he chuckles when she lets out an impatient whimper.

“I’ve got you,” he promises wholeheartedly.

Then he presses his lips to hers.

And Naina believes him.

***

One kiss turns into two which turns into four and so on until they’re both breathless and they accidentally knock over half of the things on the counter. Harry laughs against Naina’s lips, pressing a soft kiss there before he pulls away only far enough to look at the mess they’ve made.

Naina is still catching her breath, her fingers caught in his soft hair and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. Harry’s lips look so pink from all their kissing, pouting a little. He runs his big hands up her bare legs, settling them on her thighs. They watch each other for a few seconds, chests heaving and eyes full of wonder.

“Alright?” Harry asks, squeezing her thigh.

Naina nods, “Yeah… yeah, you?”

Harry nods, sighing contently, “M’good.” He leans forward and kisses Naina again, lips fluttering against hers as she melts into it. She presses her palm against his cheek, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Maybe we should move…”

“Yeah,” Harry agrees. Before Naina can move, he’s telling her to “hold tight” and then he’s lifting her up and leading them out the bathroom door towards her room.

They collapse onto her bed with shy laughter. It’s a place that they’ve spent nights together before, but not like this. Harry props up on his knees and reaches for Naina’s blankets, bringing them over his back like a cape as he hovers above her.

They get all cozy before they’re making out again. The kisses are slower; more languid. As if they both want to savor every one. Harry trails his lips down her jawline, pressing a hard one to her chin and then prompting her to lift her head when he nudges under it with his nose.

His hands slide down her body as his llps flutter down her neck, stopping when a particular spot near her collarbone makes Naina gasp.

Harry smirks, stamping his lips there as if he’s taking a moment to memorize it’s spot, “Yeh like that?”

“Mhmm…” she hums, toes curling as Harry sucks on her skin. He pushes a soft kiss to the skin, soothing it after he nips at it with his teeth a little. Naina tugs his head up from her skin so they can meet eyes.

“I was busy,” Harry grumbles, pouting at her.

“Should we… make some rules?” Naina ponders. Her hand has been sliding up and down Harry’s arm, but now she cups his shoulder and then reaches it into his hair, tucking some of his brown curls behind his ear.

Harry presses his hands to either side of her head, gnawing on his bottom lip in deliberation. His mind is still racing from the fact that he’s just been kissing his very best friend in the world.

“Yeah… s’a good idea,” he says, agreeing.

“Okay... “ Naina says, thinking. “No matter what happens, we always remain friends.”

Harry nods, “Deal.” He leans down and kisses her again.

“Harry,” Naina whines, “Let me finish.”

Harry feigns hurt, “What? M’just sealing the rules with a kiss. Making it official and what not.”

It makes Naina grin and the butterflies in her tummy flap their wings harder.

“Okay,” she whispers. “What else?”

“Dunno…” Harry says carefully. He can’t focus on anything else except how etheral she looks underneath him. There’s a slight blush to her skin and her hair is fanned out. She’s warm and sweet and he’s intoxicated in everything about her.

“Well… what about seeing other people?”

Harry’s brows push together at the thought of someone else getting to kiss his Naina, to feel her warm skin and hear her little whimpers and moans. He quickly shakes his head, “No.”

Naina raises her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“To be safe,” Harry explains quickly, mortification washing over him when he realizes how quickly he answered. “Just want it to be us for a while. Tha’ was the point, wasn’t it?”

Naina pauses for a moment, reflecting on this. Us. Is that what they were now?

“Okay,” Naina agrees. “That means you too. No more girls who eat my cereal.”

Harry chuckles, fanning her with minty breath, “Okay.”

Naina tilts her head up and puckers her lips a little. “Not gonna seal this one?”

Harry smirks and presses his lips to hers. They pull away reluctantly with a popping sound, “Any more rules, baby?”

“Just one,” Naina whispers. “Just sex. If one of us wants out, then-”

“No strings attached,” Harry finishes.

Naina nods her head once and the friends stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. Harry shoots her a cute little smile and Naina mirrors it. He sighs softly, gripping her hair in between his fingers and he leans down over her again.

***

Naina doesn’t know how this arrangement is going to work. After they decided their rules, Harry stayed in her bed and they watched a movie. It was like always, except halfway through instead of falling asleep he tugged her into his lap and they made out some more.

Naina has an early morning class so she carefully pulls herself from Harry’s warm embrace, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before she heads to the bathroom. It’s only when she gets the shower running and is about to get in that she realizes she forget to grab her underwear. She scurries back to her room, towel covering her body as she sneaks in. Harry’s not in the bed, much to her disappointment. She grabs her things and heads back to the bathroom. She shuts the door, ready to drop her towel when a raspy voice speaks up.

“Didn’t think yeh wanted to get started so early, baby.”

Naina yelps and turns around, clutching the towel tighter to her body. Harry’s setting his toothbrush down in its stand. He leans against the counter, his sweats low on his hips as his eyes trail down Naina’s body. She pauses to take in the full glory of his tattoos.

Naina’s at a loss for words. The bathroom is steaming up from the shower running but she has goosebumps on her arms and legs.

Harry chuckles when she stays silent, leaning off the counter and uncrossing his arms. He walks up to her and slides his arms around her waist. Naina tentatively puts her hand against his chest, conscious of the towel — and only the towel between their bare chests.

“Didn’t like waking up without yeh,” Harry confesses. He tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

Naina freezes when one of his hands drops and trails down to the edge of the towel. He plays with the hem of it, his fingers grazing the skin of her thighs and making her shiver.

Harry leans closer his lips hovering above her ear, “Should get in before it runs cold, love. I’ve got t’shower too.”

He steals a kiss from her lips and reaches up to make sure the towel is tucked snuggly before stepping away and opening the door.

He smirks at her while closing it. When he’s gone, Naina leans back against the wood and sighs. What has she gotten herself into?

***

Their arrangement really begins a few days later.

It’s up against the wall outside of Joe’s in the dark while the rest of their friends search for them inside and wonder where they fucked off to. Harry has one hand resting besides Naina’s head on the wall and other against her hip, keeping her pinned between his body and the brick.

When she gets her hands underneath the waistband of Harry’s jeans, he hisses, pulling his lips away from her neck. “Baby, not here-”

“Why not?” Naina asks, pouting at him.

Harry kisses it away, biting on her lower lip. “Cause,” he mumbles against her lips, “M’not fucking yeh for the first time in an alley.”

“Nobody said we had to fuck,” Naina points out. “I just wanted to make you feel good…”

Harry shakes his head, his curls tickling Naina’s skin because they’re standing so close together. “No, no… s’my job.” He won’t deny how much her words turn him on though. He shifts a little, his jeans constricting him.

He bats her hands away and puts one of his just under the hemline of her skirt. His eyes flash to hers, pausing as his fingers just begin to push up.

Naina bites her lips and gives him the approval he needs, a single nod. He pushes his hand up all the way, coaxing her to spread her legs a little so he can get his hand between them. “There we are, good girl…” He’s careful to keep her entire body covered with his.

He kisses her cheek when she whimpers, his fingers effortlessly sliding beneath the lace and against her heat.

It’s not long before his fingers are bringing her over the edge. She’s fisted his shirt in her hands, panting against his neck as she comes down. Harry pulls his fingers from her and licks them clean, making Naina’s mouth go dry.

He pushes his lips to her forehead, nose resting against the top of her head. She smells like her shampoo, her perfume, the cold night air, and like sex. Harry grins into her soft hair, “Let’s go home, baby.”

***

The second time is when they’re watching a movie on the couch.

Lately they’ve been spending more and more time alone in the apartment. The others have started to notice how touchy they are and Harry and Naina both are tired of evading their questioning looks.

The movie isn’t interesting at all, but it was Harry’s turn to pick so Naina doesn’t say anything. She’s resting against his chest, his hand trailing up and down her arm every once in a while.

She lifts her head to glance at him, memorizing every inch of his skin in the glow of the tv light. Has his jawline always been so sharp? Why hadn’t she noticed that his hair was more curlier in the back? Or that his peach fuzz was so distinct?

“You’re staring,” Harry mumbles, turning towards her with a smirk. He lifts his hand to her cheek, “Can I help yeh?”

“Yeah,” Naina whines. She scrambles up and over into his lap, putting her hands on his shoulders while his settle on her hips. He lets them wander down, squeezing her bum as she straddles him comfortably.

Harry’s eyes are blown as Naina tucks her hair behind her ear and kisses him. His hand is in her hair, hers pulling at his curls, their bodies rocking against each others like they’re dancing a dance whose steps are burned into their memories.

“Where are yeh going?” Harry whines when she pulls away. He frowns as Naina lifts off him, settling down on her knees on the carpet as he leans down over the couch and gives her a grumpy look. “Don’t be a tease, love. I need yeh.”

Naina lifts her hands to his shorts, wiggling her fingers under his waistband and letting it go. It snaps against his skin and he grabs her hand, “What are yeh doing?”

Suddenly she’s nervous. Even when she was dating Tyler, she’d never been good at this part. Blowjobs terrified her. They were odd and awkward, but she wanted to do it with Harry.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, pulling her out of her head. His legs are on the floor now and he’s leaning over more, cupping her cheeks in both of his hands. He patiently brushes his thumbs back and forth against her soft skin, “What’s on your mind, baby?”

Naina peers at him nervously, contemplating how to explain. “I….” she sighs, closing her eyes, “Can I blow you, Harry?”

Harry is a bit taken aback, but he doesn’t show it. “Course yeh can. Don’t have to ask, love.”

“Oh,” Naina says, nervously laughing. Maybe she doesn’t want to do this. Her nerves are killing her and she feels anxious, like she’s going to have to go to the bathroom and calm down so Harry doesn’t see her meltdown.

“What is it?” He frowns. It’s perhaps a blessing and a curse that he knows her so well.

“I… I’m not… that good at it,” she fumbles.

Harry’s eyes soften. She look so nervous; a little terrified. He lowers his head and presses a sweet kiss to her head, “M’sure that’s not true… do yeh want me to help yeh?”

Naina nods and Harry blows out air from his cheeks. “Alright. Okay, just relax hm? S’just me. Your Harry, yeah? No need to be nervous. S’why you chose me, right?”

Naina nods.

“Cause I make you comfortable,” Harry continues. He shifts a little on the couch so she can reach him easier, “Go on, love, take me out.”

Naina helps him shuffle out of his shorts and Harry encourages her to wrap her hand around him. He’s hard, unbearably so — and heavy too. It’s the first time Naina has seen his cock bare and her eyes flutter. He’s much bigger than Tyler.

“There we go,” he grunts, head falling back a little. He wants to buck into her hand as it starts moving up and down his dick. But he remembers how terrified she looked. “Alright, love, when you’re ready just… put your mouth on me. Don’t worry bout doing it wrong. Just do what you think is right.”

Naina swipes her finger back and forth over his tip and Harry drops out a raspy string of swears. It makes her grin, her nerves slowly but surely disappearing.

When she finally eases her mouth around him, she’s worried about how to do this because he really is big. Her jaw is going to be sore tomorrow; she’s sure of it.

“Naina,” Harry says, making her lift her eyes. His tone is so gentle, she could weep if she let herself. He gives her a smile, “Good girl. You’re okay, just breathe fo’ me, yeah?”

Naina nods as he continues to talk.”Use your hand too.” He lets out a loud moan, turning Naina on as it echoes throughout the room. “Just like that, there yeh go…”

With a little more guidance, Naina’s got the hang of what Harry likes. She moves her hand and her mouth as best as she can, and with the moans Harry is letting out it seems like it’s working. He’s thrusting as little as possible, making sure she’s okay through hooded eyes.

Every whimper, every moan he lets out is a catalyst. It makes her more confident, watching him fall apart above her. She doesn’t even have time to realize how comfortable she feels because she’s so lost in watching him.

Suddenly he groans, hips bucking involuntarily. He pulls back immediately when he hears her choking and gagging around him, “Fuck! Sorry, baby. M’sorry, I didn’t mean t’...” he pets her hair, meeting her teary eyes. “Yeh alright? S’my fault, you’re okay yeah?”

Naina pulls off him and wipes at her mouth, taking a deep breath. She nods at him when he asks again if she’s okay.

“Alright,” Harry rasps. He watches her as she gets back on him, her big eyes staring into his. “Do you have any idea how good you’re making me feel, sweet girl?” He smirks, “Fuck… could do this forever. Have yeh on me fo’ the rest of my life, really.”

When Naina wraps her lips tightly just around his head, Harry sees stars. His fingers are curled tight around the couch, and his head falls back against the edge. “M’coming,” he warns her through a huff. He tugs at her hair in case she doesn’t hear; but Naina stays put. Her mouth working wonders until he’s coming down her throat.

He pulls her up off her knees when he’s done, when he can see semi clearly. He presses his lips to hers immediately, unperturbed by his taste on them. He gently trails his fingertips along the column of her neck, replacing them with his lips. “You’re fucking amazing, yeh know that? C’mere, get off the floor.”

“Don’t ever say you’re bad at tha’, ” Harry says carefully, looking her in the eyes when she settles into his lap.

“Don’t lie,” Naina mumbles. Harry wonders how she can look so innocent, so sweet and gentle even after what just happened.

“Hey,” he mumbles, kissing her cheek. “M’not lying. I can barely see straight,” Harry admits with a breathless chuckle. He presses a kiss to her nose, making her smile.

“Do yeh believe me?” He asks after a while, when they’ve settled back into cuddling.

Naina makes a humming sound and then looks up at him, “We should probably have the couch cleaned, though.”

“Why?”

“Cause your bare ass was on it, Harry. Our friends sit here,” Naina points out.

“Oh, my bad love,” he says, rolling his eyes. “But… if we’re gonna do it anyway…” he pushes her back into the couch, grinning at her as he starts pulling her leggings down, “Might as well make the most of it, hm?”

He flashes her a smirk before settling his face between her legs.

***

They don’t have sex until later that week.

Harry walks in on Naina nearly in tears as she studies for her big test. There are flash cards everywhere on her bed, books spread across the length of it. Harry can spot a venti sized coffee sitting on her nightstand and he frowns.

“Love?”

Naina looks up and blinks at him with tired eyes, “Oh, hi.”

Harry walks over to the bed and presses his palms into it, leaning over her and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Hi,” he breathes, bumping his nose into hers. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to study,” Naina says with urgency. She turns back to her notes. “I have to pass.”

“Have yeh been here all day?”

Naina doesn’t look up at him when she answers, “No. I showered.”

Harry moves some of her notes aside, making space for himself behind her.

He presses a palm to her lower back as she hunches over, biting the inside of his cheek as he watches her.

“Harry,” Naina warns when his hand starts rubbing her back.

He knows that tone; she’s not in the mood. But he doesn’t like the idea for her being here all day without company. He knows Naina and he knows that she pushes herself way too hard.

“M’not going to bother yeh, love. Just want to be with you,” he insists.

Naina turns around and looks over her shoulder at him, eyes going molten. She leans back and kisses him, “Okay. Thank you.”

The truth is, Naina is exhausted. The week had been rough at school even if it had been sweet with Harry. Trying to adjust to the newness of things was getting to her. She craved Harry’s presence all the time, from the way she woke up with him pressed to her back to the way he made her feel good.

Harry scoots up behind her, pulling her back against his chest and between his legs. “Just relax, keep studying,” he whispers.

Naina turns back to her materials, reviewing the concepts again. It was nice to have him home. She’d missed him from the moment he left for his classes at 10am.

Harry slowly but surely starts to work his fingers in her muscles, rubbing tenderly. He sprinkles kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder. He says nothing; but all his actions speak loud enough.

Naina drops her cards when she realizes she’s been reading the same line over and over.

Harry’s arms wrap around her waist and she turns her face a little. He smiles at her, “Yeh work yourself too hard.” He kisses her lips and then shifts out from behind her, standing up.

“Don’t go,” Naina begs, reaching for him.

“M’not,” Harry assures her. “Just moving all this.” He begins stacking her materials into one pile, moving it to the floor. “Lay back, take a break with me.”

Naina does as told, despite the anxious feeling of needing to get work done nagging at her. She’s wearing a pair of christmas pj shorts and one of Harry’s crews. Harry settles over her body and smiles down at her. He brushes hair away from her forehead and then props himself up to hover over her.

It starts with him kissing every inch of her face, making her giggle and grin. It’s when he wants to get rid of the crew that he pulls back a little. He smirks, “S’this mine?”

“No,” Naina replies, biting her lip.

“Oh, really?” Harry counters, raising his brow. “So there’s not a hole…”

Naina yelps when his cold finger pokes her side, right where there is a hole in the fabric from the time Zayn accidentally stumbled into Harry with a lit cigarette.

“S’cute,” Harry comments, kissing her. “I like yeh in my clothes.”

Naina smiles at him, “They’re comfy.”

“Hmmm… we’ll, I wanna see you without it,” Harry says. He helps her coax the fabric off and tosses it onto the floor. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers against her skin. His lips kiss a line between her breasts and down her tummy.

Her pj shorts are gone in a flash, and when he reaches the hem of her panties, he presses a kiss to the little bow on them before looking up at her.

Naina looks so relaxed, so calm with him. She smiles, “What?”

“I want you,” Harry admits. His heart is hammering in his chest like it’s never done before. He feels out of his element, like he hasn’t slept with anyone before. But then again, Naina isn’t just anyone. She’s everything.

“I want you too, Harry,” Naina whispers. Her fingers scratch as his scalp as he crawls back up her body.

“We don’t have t’do this,” he says quickly. “I can make yeh cum and then go make you some cocoa and-”

“Harry,” Naina says, shaking her head. She presses her thumb into his chin, “I want this.”

There’s something about this moment; there in the quiet of Naina’s room that’s making the pair of friends acutely aware that this is the final line left to cross. This was, after all, what they agreed on. But saying it and doing it are two very different things, and there’s something so definitive about sleeping with someone who means the world and more to you.

Harry clears his throat, “Alright then.”

Every second is engraved into Harry’s memory.

The way he’d kissed Naina until both their lips were plump; the way she’d wanted to roll the condom over him, the way they linked fingers and the sweet moan she’d let out when he finally slid inside her.

And he knew with startingly accuracy, there was nothing compared to the way she felt. Warm and tight, yes, but also like she was made for him, as if them being together like this was written in the stars so long ago.

It was so unreal Harry was genuinely terrified that he’d cum immediately if he moved an inch.

“Don’t move,” he’d weakly whispered when she squirmed. “Fuck… you’re so tight, m-”

“Harry, you have to move,” Naina said. “Please,” she wiggles her hips on the bed, taking him deeper.

“Baby, I’ll come. I’ll fucking come,” he warns, pinning her wrists down to the bed to get her to stay still. He’s worried he was too rough but a fire ignites in her brilliant blue eyes.

“Just wait fo’ a second, please baby,” Harry requests, closing his eyes.

The veins in his neck are so visible, taut against his creamy skin.

Slowly but surely he releases her wrists and starts thrusting, speeding up as they get adjusted.

“Jesus,” he shouts, getting deeper when Naina wraps her legs around his hips.

He glances down at Naina, realizing he’s getting too caught up in his own experience, “Baby, s’it feel good?”

Naina nods, her mouth open. She looks so fucked out underneath him, moving with his thrusts. Her nails dig into his biceps and it only eggs him on. “You feel so good, Harry.”

Harry smirks, a sheen of sweat forming across his body. “Gimmie a kiss, come here,” he presses his lips to her as he pulls all the way out and then thrusts all the way in again.

Naina moans into his mouth and he swears, it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard.

Harry slows down a little, fighting against every muscle in his body and ignoring Naina’s desperate pleas begging him not to stop. He puts his massive hands on her hips, “Turn around.”

‘What?”

Her hair is sticking to her forehead as she frowns at him.

“Turn around,” Harry repeats, helping her lift her spent body up and laying her down on her tummy. His body is over hers again, his lips by her ear, “Yeh think I forgot what your favorite position is, baby? I listen.”

He slides into her again, stretching her walls. He threads his fingers through hers and starts thrusting again, glancing down between them and watching himself disappear inside her.

“H-” Naina can’t even finish the word. She tilts her head back, eyes swimming as she meets his. She lifts her head as much as she can and Harry gets what she’s going for, he kisses her, lifting one hand and cupping her throat to keep it in place.

“My sweet girl,” Harry hums, “Come on, Naina. I can feel yeh squeezin, are you going to come for me?”

“Yeah,” Naina squeaks out.

“Gonna be m’good girl and come all over my cock?”

Naina nods and Harry is speeding up; thrusting faster and faster until finally Naina comes all over him. He follows closely behind, collapsing on her. He tries to hold as much weight of his off of her as possible, wanting to make sure he doesn’t crush her.

“Stay,” she whimpers. “Close.”

“M’right here,” Harry assures her, kissing her shoulder a few times. “Right here with yeh.”

He stays close for a minute more; reveling in her warmth. “Gotta get rid of the rubber, love,” he says. He pulls out and quickly tosses it in the bathroom before hurrying back to her.

He pulls her close under the covers, still catching his breath as her fingers trace the butterfly on his chest.

“Are you okay?”

Harry smirks, picking up her fingers and pressing a kiss to each tip. “Should be asking you that.”

“M’fine,” Naina insists, kissing his jaw. “I’m…. perfect.”

Harry can’t help but agree.

He tightens his arms around her and kisses her forehead furiously. She smells so sweet, a mix of him and her that he wants to bottle up and keep forever.

“That was intense,” he admits. “Can feel my hips starting to ache.”

“You’re old,” Naina says.

Harry swats her bum under the covers and she squirms against his chest, “Hey!”

“Behave,” he mumbles, grinning into her hair. “Or I’ll have t’punish yeh.”

Naina lifts her head and smirks at him, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

Harry laughs and turns them over to the side so she’s on her back again, pulling the covers over and hiding them from the world.

Harry and Naina had always had a little world of their own; almost as if they were on the same wavelength despite how different they could be. Sleeping together had only amplified that wavelength.

The sex was amazing, to be frank. They did it all and every time both of them was left feeling like they never had before. But more than that, and perhaps rather unexpectedly, they grew closer than they were before. When they weren’t together, they were texting each other. Naina became the muse behind every one of Harry’s thoughts while Harry became the reason Naina felt so comfortable with herself. It wasn’t just sex, even if that’s what they had wanted it to be.

It was the little day to day things.

For example, when they first started their arrangement, Harry would wait until she was sound asleep to sneak back to his room. Naina refused to sleep in his room because she didn’t know what, or who, still resided on his sheets. But now, they fall asleep together and Harry stays the entire night. He can’t deal with a disappointed Naina in his doorway in the morning, pouting and asking why he left.

On one particular night Harry had fallen asleep early with his arms heavy and wrapped around Naina to encase her to his chest. His front was warm against her back and she could hear him ever so softly snoring in her ear. She’d been trying to fall asleep for hours now, long after they’d finished and each taken a shower. There’s an annoying ache residing in her lower belly and it’s making her incredibly uncomfortable, but she doesn’t want to risk moving when Harry is sound asleep.

Naina snaps her eyes shut, her toes curling as another ache passes through her tummy. She lets out a huff of exasperation. Every inch of her body is begging to go to bed, but it seems like it’s not going to work.

She moves a fraction of an inch, trying to turn onto her tummy a little more.

She freezes when Harry making a grumbling sound behind her. Her breath is caught and she hopes she hasn’t woken him up. He’s been so busy with classes and exams, he really needs to rest.

But, god, she feels like shit.

She can’t help but whimper, flopping onto her tummy completely when another ache rumbles through it. She buries her face into her pillow, wondering if she has enough energy to get up and go grab the heating pad.

“Baby? Whatsamatta?” Harry rasps, his hand searching the sheets for her. It lands on the small of her back and he rubs it, propping himself up on one elbow and squinting at where he assumes she is in the dark.

“Nothing,” Naina’s voice is muffled against the fabric of her pillowcase, but Harry can still sense the distress in it.

“Hey,” he mumbles, scooting closer. He pushes the tank top she’s wearing out of the way and presses his palm to her lower back, rubbing it in circles. “Talk t’me. Can’t sleep?”

He can’t figure out what she says in response and Harry huffs, scooting impossibly closer again. He presses the side of his body against hers, hand petting her hair out of the way. He rests his cheek against his pillow, trying to catch her gaze.

“Naina,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Been fidgeting ever since we fell asleep, c’mon, love. Is something wrong?”

Naina finally lifts her head enough for Harry to scoot forward and kiss her forehead sweetly. It makes her sigh.

“My tummy hurts,” she mumbles. It’s so sweet; soft even. Harry can tell she’s exhausted from how her voice is strained.

“Why didn’t yeh tell me?”

He quickly coaxes her upright, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her into his chest. He sits up a little so she’s more comfortable and then he slides his massive hand against her tummy. Naina whines and snuggles into his neck, making Harry’s heart flutter. He presses his lips to her hairline, keeping them there as he continues to rub her tummy.

“S’it helping, love?”

Naina shakes her head, “Not really. But it’s sweet. You’re sweet.” She tilts her head up and Harry captures her lips in a kiss.

He chuckles against them, pressing a series of smaller kisses to her lips before they taper off, “Well, m’glad but I want yeh to feel better. How about…” he pauses to think. “Can make you some peppermint tea? Grab you the heating pad?”

“Harry,” Naina mumbles, pressing her palm against his heart. “You need to sleep, you should just go to your room. I’ll be okay.”

“None o’that,” Harry replies. “What kind of best friend would I be if I let you be all poorly by yourself? Pretty selfish.”

“Shut up,” Naina whines. She presses a kiss to his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Stay here,” he mumbles, shuffling out from under her. He pulls the covers over her and then heads out to grab the tea and heating pad.

He sits up with her while she finishes it and listens to her talk about what they’re covering in one of her classes right now. When she finally starts dozing off, all cozy against his chest with the heating pad over her tummy, Harry smiles. He kisses her forehead, glad that she’s finally feeling better before he falls asleep too.

***

Sometimes, it was the bigger things.

Like how one chilly night in January when Harry had dragged Naina from her comfy bed out into the cold. He’d driven them downtown and then covered her eyes as they started walking to wherever he was so excited to take her. He’d gone on and on all week about how he had this big, fun thing planned for them.

“This is how I die, isn’t it?”

“S’enough out of you,” Harry quipped back, tapping her bum in warning and making Naina laugh.

“Okay, watch your step love,” Harry says, as he helps her over it.

Naina began to pay more attention as she hears the distant sound of music and people chattering.

“Few more steps,” Harry mutters. “Okay, you can open your eyes now, love.” He presses a kiss to her shoulder and Naina opens her eyes.

There are twinkling lights strung everywhere, a big tree in the center of the rink. It’s a whirlwind of Christmas music and colorful hats with pom poms skating by at top speeds. Naina turns around to look at Harry, her mouth slightly dropped open in shock, “You brought me ice skating?”

Harry nods, his dimples popping and shining under the warm light, “S’going to be fun love.”

“Fun?” Naina squeaks. “Harry, are you forgetting I have the coordination of a toddler?”

Harry snorts, stepping forward and pressing both his hands to either of her cheeks so his calm green eyes can meet her blue panicked ones. He presses a kiss between her brows, “You aren’t tha’ bad, baby. And besides, I’m going to be here with you the entire time.”

Naina sighs, “Okay, but… if I break anything, you’re taking care of me.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Harry retorts, leading her towards the counter where they buy their skates.

Once they get their sizes, they sit down on a bench at the very edge of the rink. Harry puts his skates on quickly, like he’s a pro. Then he leans down and takes Naina’s from her. He puts them on, tying them tightly. “There we are, nice and snug, yeah?” He looks up at her through one of his curls that’s drifted into his face.

Naina’s heart soars for a moment, reveling in how well he takes care of her. He looks so… dashing. He’s wearing a long black wool coat with a red and gold patterned scarf, while she’s wearing her favorite jeans with a white long sleeved shirt and a red plaid scarf.

When she doesn’t reply, he picks up one of her hands from her lap and presses a kiss to it as he leans up. “Baby, you’ll be fine. You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” Naina says, reaching up and brushing his hair aside.

Harry captures the inside of her wrist with a quick kiss, “You’re a bad liar. M’not going to let you fall, come on.”

He helps her up and they carefully make their way over to the ice. Naina watches as kids half her age zoom by with wide eyes. Her one hand is gripping the wall while the other is in Harry’s.

“S’alright, love, just keeping moving. I’ve got yeh,” he coaxes, keeping up with her small shuffling movements.

“Harry,” Naina says, looking panicked after she slips for the third time. True to his promise he’s got a tight grip on her and doesn’t let her fall. “I’m scared,” she admits miserably.

Harry glides closer to her and kisses her cheek and then her nose, which always makes her laugh. “Baby, just try. I promise you’ll be okay.”

Naina takes a deep breath and nods. After a couple of minutes of finding her groove, she nods at Harry to let go. He stays within arms reach, but she’s got it.

“There we are, you’re doin it,” Harry exclaims, watching her concentrate.

They get into it more and Harry, as per usual, shows off. He dances with his jacket and does spins and makes Naina laugh. And if you were to ask him, he’d swear her eyes shined brighter than any of the lights in the room.

Naina falls eventually, but not too badly. Harry promises to kiss everything better when they get home — so it makes the small bruises worth it.

***

VI.

Harry’s not sure how they got here.

By here, he means in the dim lighting of their living room with half of their friends and their respective dates naked in one way of the other.

Relatively speaking, he does know how they got here. But he didn’t expect it to bother him so much.

Boredom led to pulling out a deck of cards and before they even knew it, they were through a few games of poker. When Zayn’s date whined about being bored, it was his bright idea to spice the game up.

Their coffee table is littered with empty beer bottles and crappy snacks, the bluetooth radio on the tv stand is lightly playing music while they deal another hand.

The rules they quickly came up with for the game were simple: whoever had the worst hand had to strip one article of clothing. Jewelry and glasses didn’t count, but underwear and socks did.

It was fine, fun even, until Harry realized just how shit Naina was at poker.

Maybe it was luck or fate or kismet or whatever the fuck you call it, but she’d just lost three rounds in a row and Harry was really starting to hate this game.

She was seated across from him, in between Niall and Louis. Today she’d worn a white t-shirt with a forest green cardigan on top — both of which were stripped and tossed behind her now. She was left in her lacy navy bra (one of his personal favorites on her) and her jeans. She’d opted to take off her socks in the last round she lost, laughing as Niall tossed them across the room after balling them up.

Everyone else had one layer off, Niall’s date had taken off her shirt while Louis’ date had taken her socks off. Zayn’s date opted to shed her leggings and she was seated cozy in his lap. Most of the guys had their shirts off, including Harry.

The fire igniting in his belly as Naina stripped off each layer was full blazing now as Zayn dealt out the next deck. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but he can’t help but feel the way he does. He’s not felt this in a long time, the cutting burn of jealousy.

But how can he not?

With her long dark hair that flows just past her bra to the way her blue eyes shine in the shitty lighting. She looks unreal, even after all the times he’s been lucky enough to see her naked in the past few weeks. Her smile is so natural, so kind as she laughs at something Niall’s girlfriend said.

She truly has no idea how beautiful she is, Harry thinks. No make up, all natural, and calm. She’s had a few beers, but not enough to be feeling it. She’s loose, laidback, and it’s nice to see her having fun.

Harry catches each of the guys glancing at her a little too long for his liking, though. In his head, he knows they aren’t interested in Naina like that. But the fact that she looks so damn beautiful and sexy right now with that bra on is not helping his case.

“Alright, let’s see if we can break Naina’s losing streak,” Zayn says, shooting her a wink.

Naina rolls her eyes at him, “Sod off, Zayn.”

Harry looks between them, jaw locked. Naina meets his eyes and she raises her eyebrow a little, silently asking him what’s up. He gives a slight shake of his head and looks down at his cards before she can decipher anything further.

They go through the game and Zayn’s girl loses, so she throws her sweater off with a laugh. Zayn pulls her back into his lap, murmuring something about her being cold now that she’s completely in her knickers. Harry wonders if he is starting to regret suggesting this game by the way he wraps his arms around her, like a shield.

Louis deals the next round and Harry finishes off his beer, feeling more sullen. Zayn leans over, bumping his shoulder into his, “Are you alright mate?”

“What? Yeah,” Harry says quickly.

“You sure?” Zayn pushes on. “It’s just… you’ve been quiet. You usually love this game.”

Harry only nods in response, eyes flashing back towards Naina who is focused on her cards.

Her long lashes rest against her cheeks as she bites her lip in concentration. Harry wants to lean across the table and press his thumb into it, releasing it from her harsh grip. He wants to pull her into his lap and hold her in front of everyone, something he’s never wanted to do with any girl. Instead he wipes his card free hand on his skinny jeans.

Everyone lowers their cards and the loser lets out a pained whine, throwing her head back and letting her hair cascade with the movement. Everyone else jeers and one of the other girls yells something about “seeing her tatas” and Harry’s done.

He stands up so quickly that he knocks against the coffee table, almost making several solo cups fly off it. Everyone looks up at him in surprise but his blazing eyes are only focused on Naina.

The smile on her face slowly fades away when she sees that he’s angry, but more than that, there’s a pain in his green eyes.

“M’gonna… be back,” Harry mutters, walking towards his room.

He’s pacing in the hall, trying to get his anger under control. His heart is beating so loudly in his ears he can barely make out the others talking in the living room. He wonders if Naina has stripped another layer yet; probably not because there’s no rambunctious echo of ‘woo’s’.

He doesn’t want to see the guys taking her body in more than they already have.What the hell has gotten into him? He pulls at his hair in frustration.

“Harry?”

His head snaps up as she pads her way over to him. She’s still not wearing a shirt but he’s relieved to see that she’s still got her bra on.

“What’s wrong?”

Her voice is soft, not accusatory. She walks up to him and puts her hands on his hips, her soft touch immediately calming him. She looks up at him with those big blue eyes of hers, filled with concern. Her hands trail up his side, rubbing as she waits for him to answer.

Harry relaxes, putting one of his hands against the back of her head. He loses his fingers in her soft hair. “M’sorry,” he breathes out, leaning back against the wall. “I just…”

He can’t say it. He’s not supposed to get jealous, after all. It’ll break one of their rules, the biggest one, and he’s not ready to do that. He doesn’t want to lose her by admitting that he wants all the ways they’ve grown closer to be permanent. That’s not him; he’s not the type to settle down. Not even for his best friend.

Naina doesn’t seem to need an explanation though. She trails one of her hands up and presses it against his heart, “It’s okay,” she assures him.

Harry presses his lips to her hairline as he draws her closer. It’s a mumbled admission that’s sprinkled in her hair, “Don’t want them looking at you.”

Naina hums in understanding, her lips curling up into a smile. She hides it against his chest, pressing her face there for a moment as she composes herself. She looks up at him when she feels like she won’t give herself away, “I wasn’t actually going to take my bra off, you know. Probably my jeans. Be in my knickers just like Zayn’s girl.”

Harry groans, resting his head back against the wall. Both options seem shitty to him. He presses his massive hands to her hips, hooking one of his long fingers on either hand into the belt loops of her jeans. “No,” he says huskily.

“No?” Neha counters, tipping her head up at him in curiosity. She likes this side of him, a little flustered and angry. He’s jealous; and she can’t say she minds.

“No,” Harry repeats, angrier this time.

Naina barely has time to blink and he has her up against the wall, their positions suddenly reversed. Her wrists are pinned up above her head with one of his, his hold isn’t tight but not too loose — so she can get the thrill he intends.

It knocks the wind out of her and she peers up at Harry through her lashes, an innocent look in her eyes.

“You have absolutely no idea,” Harry begins, his warm breath hitting her cheek. He presses a soft kiss there and then one to the skin next to her nose. His lips sprinkle across her jawline greedily, making Naina squirm against the wall in excitement. “... what you do to me, huh?”

She manages to locate her voice long enough to ask him, “What do I do, Harry?”

Harry chuckles against the skin of her neck, the sound vibrating and making her shiver in his hold. “You drive me nuts, baby. Like if I don’t touch yeh, I’ll explode,” Harry admits, kissing her neck in earnest. He’s in a hurry, but each kiss is given with the utmost care, so she knows exactly how she makes him feel.

“Oh?” Naina purrs, her eyes fluttering shut when Harry nips at her skin. She wants to run her fingers through his hair, tug on it like she usually does, but he shows no sign of releasing her wrists.

“Mhmmm,” Harry mumbles.

They barely register Niall calling out to them from the living room. Harry’s hips rock against hers and pin her to the wall again as he pulls back, his eyes wild. His lips are pinker than usual and Naina wants to kiss him so badly, her lips twitch in anticipation. She leans forward to do so and he tuts, moving out of her reach.

“Harry-” she whines, pouting at him. This isn’t what she pictured when she came after him, especially not with their living room filled to the brim with their oblivious friends.

Harry can’t help but smirk, she’s so cute. He licks his lips and leans forward, giving her what she wants. He sighs against her pillow soft lips, pecking one long kiss there and then a few tiny ones.

“Mine,” he says softly. There’s a gentleness to the word, a newfound definition to the possessive connotation it has. His eyes pour into hers, direct and without hesitation. “You’re mine,” his fingers squeeze around her wrists in dominance, but it doesn’t break the soft moment. “Tell me, love.”

Naina nods, “I’m yours.”

Harry finally lets go of her wrists and they fall to her side as she steps into his chest, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. He buries his face into her hair, squeezing her tightly. He exhales, glad to have his girl back in his arms and all to himself. For now, it’s enough to distract him from how he felt earlier.

“Can we…” Naina mumbles. “Can we go?”

Harry laughs, “S’our apartment, love.”

“I want you,” Naina clarifies, trailing her nails along the skin of his back.

“Hop on,” Harry says, without hesitation. Naina wraps her legs around his hips and he hoists her up, lips on hers as he leads them to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut with his foot and the sound echoes in their apartment.

In the living room, the others look around at each other for a moment.

Niall reaches forward for his beer, lifting it into the air with a knowing laugh, “Told ya guys they were shagging.”

***

VII.

“Why’re you poutin, love?”

Naina looks past the cupboard that she's got her head buried in, looking up as Harry wanders into the kitchen from taking a shower. His hair is damp and he’s wearing one of his black t-shirts and jeans.

He walks around the counter and puts his arms around her from behind, sprinkling kisses on the top of her shoulder.

He’s been awfully clingy since the poker night, but Naina likes it. She leans back against him with a huff, “We’re out of coffee, Harry.”

Harry makes a gasping sound, “No! How scandalous. How’re you still breathing?”

Naina frowns, pulling out of his hold and turning around to glare at him. “It’s not funny, Harry. M’tired,” she whines.

“Alright, alright,” Harry murmurs, he caresses the apple of her cheek with his knuckles gently. ‘Don’t be angry,” he says sweetly. He pushes a kiss to her nose. “We’ll get you some coffee, baby.”

Harry slips an arm around her waist and kisses her sweetly, turning slightly to he can open the fridge with his free one. He frowns when he sees how empty it is. “Looks like we need groceries as it is. Do you want t’come with me?” Harry usually buys their groceries because he’s the one that cooks the most. Naina just adds what she needs to the list when he goes.

But these days, they’re inseparable.

“Yeah,” Naina says, clutching to his shirt. He smells so intoxicating, her favorite scent in the world. A combination of the cologne she got him last Christmas and peppermint.

Harry peppers kisses to the top of her head, smiling into her hair. “Alright, go get ready then baby.” He pats her bum in an effort to get her to go, even though he doesn’t want her too. A Naina without coffee is not one he wants to face.

“Okay,” she mumbles, getting one last kiss from him before heading off.

***

“Baby do you want bow tie pasta or the curly kind?” Harry asks.

He’s holding both packages and he waits to hear Naina respond from the other side of the aisle but there’s nothing. He frowns, maybe she moved onto another aisle?

He walks around and spots her standing in the middle of the aisle in front of their cart, but as he gets closer he sees that there’s someone else in front of her.

Tyler.

His steps quicken and he’s at her side in seconds, dropping both the pasta packets into the cart and slipping his arm protectively around her. He meets Tyler with a glare, stepping in front of Naina slightly.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Naina pushes her hand against his chest, her voice soft, “Harry…”

Harry tightens his hold on her, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

Tyler glances between them, frowning at their body contact, “So what, you’re with him now?”

“S’none of your business,” Harry growls. “You have nothing to do with her anymore.”

Tyler rolls his eyes at Harry and focuses in on Naina, “Babe, c’mon… let me talk to you without him here.”

Harry is about to end this once and for all, taking a step towards him but Naina tugs on his shirt, holding him back. He looks at her and she shakes her head wordlessly.

“Tyler, you should go,” Naina says carefully.

His face falls for a moment before he scoffs in disbelief, “I made a mistake. Just give me another chance, babe.”

Naina sighs, “Are you nuts? You cheated on me, Tyler. I’m never going to want to be with you again.”

Tyler grimaces at her words, “Yeah? So what, you went home and hopped into his bed to get revenge on me?”

“Watch it,” Harry says, cutting him off harshly. “You never deserved her, you prick.”

Naina is done now, she pulls Harry back to her, wrapping her arm around his waist so he can’t move. “Get out of here, Tyler. We’re done.”

Tyler stares between them both once more and then shakes his head, mumbling before he turns around and takes off.

Harry doesn’t relax until Tyler is out of sight and then he glances down at Naina, putting his hand against her cheek. “Yeh alright?”

She nods at him, unphased. “I’m fine. Thanks for…” she trails off. “Everything.”

Even though she didn’t need him to protect her, it was nice to have him there. Harry always looked out for her, always made her feel safe. To think about her life without him sends Naina into immediate panic.

Harry gives her a goofy grin, leaning down and brushing his nose against hers, “No need to thank me, baby.”

Naina lifts up on her toes and kisses him once, pulling away with a popping sound, “Thanks, love. Now, come on. We need to get through this list, m’getting hungry.”

Naina is trudging back to the apartment, her head is throbbing and every inch of her body feels like lead. It was just one of those days, when classes seemed like they would never end and every little thing got on her nerves. But as she rounds the corner of their hallway, the front door comes into view and she perks up. Harry’s home and that’s enough to make the crappy day wash away. She can’t wait to change into her pjs and have his arms around her. He always made her feel better.

She hurries and puts her keys in the lock, twisting it quickly.

Her head is down as she calls out for him, “Harry?”

There’s no response from him but she can hear him laughing in the living room. Naina frowns when she hears another voice, another laugh from someone she doesn’t recognize. What really sends her heart into the pit of her stomach is that it’s a girl’s laugh.

Her hand freezes on the door knob, her keys slightly slipping out of her grip and falling to the floor with a resonating clang. She hears the feminine laughter echo off the walls of their apartment, standing there for a moment more before she leans down and grabs her keys. She shoves them into the pocket of her jacket and shuts the door, locking it before she curiously makes her way down the hall.

Harry’s sitting on the living room couch with some blonde next to him. She’s wearing workout clothes and so is he and Naina watches the back of their heads for a moment, as they’re clueless that she’s there.

Harry’s got his hair up in the little half bun that makes Naina smile, but today it doesn’t. No, she’s more focused on how he’s leaning so close to the girl. How their thighs are touching on the couch. How his eyes are shining as this girl gestures enthusiastically and continues to talk.

Even if it’s in a minimally compromising position, Naina thinks back to seeing Tyler and the ginger. But was it the same? Tyler and her had been dating, while she and Harry were, well, fucking. But it felt the same. The stinging tear of her heart in her chest, the way panic and realization gripped at her, everything about this moment was the same as the last time she experienced this emotion.

Betrayal.

A small tiny part of her brain screams at her that she’s overreacting, but it’s miniscule compared to the thousands of thoughts about her heart shattering in her chest.

This time she’s more prepared, a bit more in control. She clears her throat and Harry and the blonde turn around in surprise. Harry’s facial expression only diminishes when he sees Naina clutching her keys so tight her knuckles have gone white.

“Hey,” he says, standing up awkwardly.

“Hi,” Naina replies.

An awkward beat passes and the blonde stands up too, introducing herself, “Hi, I’m Angie.”

Angie with her perfect blonde hair that’s styled in loose waves, her boobs that are spilling out of her sports bra, and the toned body that makes Naina want to crumble to the floor. She smiles at Naina, sporting her shiny white teeth.

“This is Naina,” Harry speaks up. “My roommate.”

Naina? She can’t remember the last time he called her that. He had began to call her baby so often that she’d forgotten otherwise. She was just his roommate, just the girl he slept with and took showers with and loved on. Not his best friend, like he used to introduce her.

A crackle of fear ripples through Naina. Were the lines so blurred now that they’d forgotten their first rule?

“We’re working on a project,” Angie explains, pointing back to the coffee table. Naina sees the papers and books spread across it. It doesn’t make her feel any better.

“Oh, cool,” she says nonchalantly. She heads into the kitchen to grab a soda, ignoring the way her fingers tremble when she pulls on the fridge handle.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, conscious of the eyes focused on her back. She plasters a smile on her face. It’s only a few feet to her room. Then she can react however she wants.

“Well, I’m going to head to my room. Long day,” Naina says, hurrying past them and not bothering to look back.

When she closes the door, she rests her back against it. Then she locks it. Something she hasn’t done since she and Tyler were dating.

She can hear them distinctly mumbling beyond the wood but she doesn’t want to know what they’re saying. She feels worse than she did when she walked into the apartment. She drops her bag and heaves herself onto her bed, still messy from this morning when Harry and her had morning sex. She buries her face into the sheets, his scent clinging to them.

She wants them image of them sitting so close together gone, but it’s playing over and over in her head. She pulls the covers over her head and focuses on her breathing, and eventually drifts off.

***

Naina only wakes up because Harry is pounding on her door.

She sits up, her hair a mess as she squints around her room. The sun is setting outside and golden rays are painting her room through the open shutters. She rubs at her eyes as Harry knocks again, pulling herself up, “Coming.”

She unlocks the door and steps back as Harry comes barreling into the room.

“Why did yeh lock it?” He asks, fixing her with a glare. He looks at how tired she looks, freshly awoken from a nap.

For a moment his irritation disappears, but when Naina crosses her arms over her chest and responds with “Cause I can,” it returns.

His jaw locks and he glares at her, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Me?” Naina shouts. “You’re the one who came barging in here!”

“You think I couldn’t tell you were pissed off? You said two words and came in here,” Harry yells. He shakes his head at her, “You were rude to Angie.”

There’s a different charge to their yelling this time. It’s not like when Naina yells at him for leaving his socks everywhere. It’s true anger, raw irritation.

Naina cocks her head in disbelief, “I didn’t say anything to her, Harry.”

“Exactly,” Harry points out. He scoffs, “I…”

“What?”

He stays silent, knowing what he wants to say will start a whole other argument.

“Say it,” Naina challenges, taking a step towards him.

“Didn’t take yeh for a jealous type,” he says with a shrug and an icy tone. “Kind of clingy if m’being honest.”

Naina’s jaw drops open a little. “Are… you joking?”

She’s pissed off now. Harry can tell from how her expression morphs from hurt to rage. She takes another step towards him and pokes at his chest, “This coming from someone who couldn’t handle his friends seeing me in a bra.”

Harry falters, one of his legs falling back, “Tha’ was different. We were just studying.”

“Oh?” Naina questions, her harsh tone cutting through the quiet air. “So you’re allowed to get jealous but I’m not? A bit sexist isn’t it? Not that it’s surprising, coming from you.”

Harry takes a step away from her, like she’d slapped him. He blinks at her in disbelief, “Is that what you think o’ me?”

Naina’s eyes fill with tears but she keeps them focused on him despite the blur in her vision, “You don’t have to pretend, Harry. I’m just another name on the list of girls you got into bed. It’s fine.”

Harry is looking at her like he doesn’t even recognize her. Naina wants to vomit. How did everything explode so quickly? In a matter of one night, it seemed like all three of their rules had been broken. But they both knew the things they said couldn’t be taken back.

Harry clenches his jaw and glances down at his feet, clearing his throat, “I think it’s best if we end this.”

Naina’s heart shatters, her lip wobbles but she digs her teeth into it and stills it into submission, nodding her head dutifully. “I agree. I want out.” Her movements feel robotic as she steps back towards the door, opening it wider.

Her gesture speaks volumes and is the last nail in the coffin. Harry walks through the door wordlessly, fighting his own tears.

Naina shuts the door the second he’s out from it, locking it quickly. She puts her hand against the wood as tears trail down her cheeks.

Harry realizes, as he’s staring at the door, that he never asked her what he intended too.

Since when did they start locking each other out?

Everything had changed.

Naina and Harry still lived in the same apartment but it might as well have been like they didn’t. They traveled around each other like ghosts. By the same Naina was awake, Harry was out of the house. She didn’t come home until she knew he would be asleep and both of them tiptoed around the rest of the apartment, to use the bathroom, to grab food in the kitchen.

Harry pretended like he didn’t hear her crying occasionally and Naina pretended like she didn’t know that Harry was boxing more and more. Piles of tissues and bandages for Harry’s knuckles littered their trash.

Naina missed him terribly, but she wouldn’t cave first. She missed the way he would wake her up, even though she hated it. He’d always make it better by peppering her with kisses. She missed the way he made her laugh and said silly things and was able to dust off her hopes and bring them back to life.

Harry missed the way she took care of him, always running her fingers through his hair and giving him a back rub when it was acting up. The way she would kiss him until he gave into her choice for movie night. He missed how after he’d get her to come for him, she’d melt into his arms like it was where she was meant to be all along.

Along the way, they’d become so used to each other that they were oblivious to their relationship evolving. They weren’t exclusively best friends, but lovers in every sense of the word. Neither was sure when best friends turned into something more, but it had.

It was a hard lesson to learn, that ‘no strings attached’ didn’t apply to strings that were already formed. In particular, to heart strings. Harry had mended Naina’s broken ones while she fine tuned his.

Both of them had snipped the other’s strings and they weren’t quite sure how to go about life without the other.

***

Naina is trying to hurry and pour a bowl of cereal when her phone starts ringing.

She glances at the screen while putting milk into the bowl, pausing when she sees that it’s her sister.

She answers, tucking the device between her shoulder and cheek, “Hey, Pri. What’s up?”

Her sister’s voice is rushed, panicked, and angry all at once. “I’m-” there’s a gasp, “in labor.”

Naina, who has just shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, freezes. Her mother and father lived on the other side of town and she was much closer to Priya.

“NAINA!”

Naina snaps out of the logistics running rampant in her mind and quickly chews, “Okay, okay. Do you need a ride?”

“No, just meet us there,” her sister huffs through the line.

“Shit, okay,” Naina says. She puts the bowl back on the counter and milk sloshes over the edge onto the granite. She doesn’t have time to clean up right now so she darts back into the living room.

“Pri?”

“Yeah?”

A smile, the first in weeks, appears on Naina’s face. “You’re having a baby,” she says excitedly.

Her sister laughs nervously into the phone, “I am. We’ll see you there, okay?”

“Okay,” Naina says, hanging up.

From where she’s standing in the living room, she can spot Harry’s door. Her heart aches when she stares at it. A small part of her wants to go and tell him the good news, especially because he was so excited. But she knows better. They don’t tell each other things anymore.

She sighs and hurries off to her room to get ready.

***

A few hours later, Naina is holding her brand new niece in her arms.

With her cute little nose and big eyes, Naina is infatuated. A little hand pokes out of the bundle she’s wrapped in with a whine, reaching for Naina. Naina is in awe at how small she is, so tiny and cute. She presses the softest kiss to the little hand, just a tiny pucker of her lips.

“Hi,” she whispers, peering down at the little one.

She wants one, she decides. One day, she’ll get there but she knows infinitely in that moment that she wants one of her own.

Her niece opens her eyes, brown like her father’s, and her little mouth forms in an ‘o’ shape. Naina resists the urge to burst into tears. Again. If she cries more than her sister will give her an even more concerned look than she is already.

“I want to steal her,” Naina admits, nuzzling her face against the top of the baby’s head.

Priya laughs from the bed, watching them. “You can when she’s screaming at 3am.”

Naina tears her eyes away from the baby for a minute, stealing a glance at her sister.

“Naina,” Priya whispers softly, when she sees tears in her little sister’s eyes.

“I’m so happy for you, Pri,” Naina admits through a tearful voice.

“Come here,” her sister commands, scooting over on the bed.

Naina carefully stands up with the baby and heads over to the bed, sitting on the edge. Priya wraps her arm around her and kisses Naina’s temple and it makes her burst into tears.

“Take her,” she whimpers, offering baby Meera to her sister. “I’m going to cry on her.”

“No,” Priya says. “Hold her. What’s going on?”

Naina sniffles, “Harry and I slept together.”

Her sister’s jaw drops open but she doesn’t say anything.

“You told me to pick someone who made me comfortable,” Naina whines. “I did,” she whispers softly, looking back down at Meera.

Priya waits for more explanation but when Naina doesn’t say anything, the gears click into place automatically. “Oh… sis, I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t ask her what happened, but pulls her little sister into her arms.

“We fuc-�� Naina pauses, remembering about the brand new ears in the room. ‘We screwed up. Now he’s gone, we had an argument and… I lost him, Priya.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

Naina shakes her head. “It’s over, Priya. I just… have to figure out how to accept it.”

Priya doesn’t want to push her sister, especially cause she’s so exhausted herself, but she can’t help but bring it up. “Harry loves you, Naina. Even if that is platonic love. You guys owe it to your friendship to try to make things up, yeah?”

Naina shrugs and it reminds Priya of when she was a little kid. She nudges her shoulder into hers slightly, “Just try, okay?”

“Okay.”

It’s at that moment that Aman walks in with a water. “Look who I found in the hall,” her brother-in-law says.

Naina looks up to see Harry wandering through the door. He’s wearing a beanie to hide his curls and she wants to yank it off immediately. He’s got a little bear in his hands as he walks in.

“Harry! What a surprise,” Priya exclaims. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hi,” Harry says, tearing his eyes away from Naina. He walks around the bed and gives Priya a hug, “Sorry if it’s a bad time… I heard Naina in the living room and wanted to come check on you.”

“Don’t apologize,” Priya says, patting his arm. “Do you want to meet her?”

Harry nods, his eyes focused on Naina.

“Come here,” she says softly, beckoning him to her side. When he gets there, they carefully transfer the baby. “Watch her head,” Naina whispers.

“I’ve got her,” Harry replies gently. Meera’s looks so tiny in his big palms. Harry is standing so close to Naina that she’s suddenly intoxicated by his aroma again.

It brings back memories of early mornings and snuggles and it makes her want to cry again but she resists.

“Oh hello,” Harry coos, smiling at the little baby. “Aren’t you absolutely beautiful?”

She stares up at him, fixing him with a grumpy look.

“Someone’s grumpy, huh?” Harry whispers. “Why’re yeh grumpy?”

Naina looks at him holding the baby, her heart melting.

“S’it cause I took yeh away from auntie?” Harry asks. Naina stares at him as he kisses Meera’s forehead. “M’sorry. I understand. I want her all to myself too.”

Aman leans over to ask Priya what’s going on but she slaps him on the arm, shaking her head as she watches them.

“What’re you doing?” Naina mumbles, making Harry look at her. She’d almost forgotten how powerful his green eyes were. It felt like so long since she’d seen them. “Don’t use my niece to… to-”

“To apologize?” Harry inputs.

Naina tilts her head at him.

“Yeh don’t have to listen,” he drawls. “M’having a conversation with little Meera here. About how sorry I am, what a fool I was.” Meera coos at that and Harry laughs, “Yeah? You agree?”

Harry nods, brushing his thumbs along her little pudgy belly, “I overreacted. Was mean to your auntie,” he admits. “When all I wanted was to make her mine.”

Naina’s eyes widen.

“Do you think she’ll give me another chance, little one?” Harry coos, cradling Meera close to his chest. “Think she’ll forgive me?”

Naina is smiling now, she can’t help it. She tentatively puts her hand on Harry’s arm, “She will if you look at her.”

Harry’s eyes are wet when he meets her gaze and Naina feels a twinge of guilt travel through her, “Oh… Harry.”

“M’sorry,” he says softly.

“I’m sorry too,” Naina says. “I overreacted. I was just…. I wanted there to be strings.”

Harry gives her a shy smile, “Me too, love. I never meant t’hurt yeh. Should’ve never barreled my way in that day.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten so mad,” Naina admits.

Harry scoots closer to her, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you, sweetheart.”

It’s astonishing how three little words can mean so much in this world. It’s a saying that they said countless times to each other over the years, but never with this weight behind them — never with this amount of depth and sincerity.

“I love you too, Harry,” Naina whispers.

Harry kisses her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips.

They only pull apart when Priya clears her throat, “Can we have our baby back, please?”

Harry and Naina both laugh and they hand Meera back. As soon as she’s secure Harry slips his arms around Naina and pulls her into an embrace.

“Missed yeh so fucking much,” Harry whispers into her ear, running his fingers through her hair.

“I know. You shouldn’t let me grocery shop, ever,” Naina whines. “I forgot half the things we needed.”

Harry laughs into her hair. “S’okay, love. You’ve got me to help you with it from now on.”

#1dff #exchanges

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Classic literature vine compilations - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 06

(A/N: I make way too many of these chat posts.)

[Hyde trying to borrow Lady Summers' Japanese lady-in-waiting to make the girls envious] Hyde: I'm begging you. I need her. Lady Summers: What, a handsome young lad like you? Hyde: Aw, you say that, but you don't mean it. Lady Summers: No, seriously, look at you. Aw, those ladies, they don't stand a chance. Hyde: You have a very cruel sense of humour.

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Jekyll: I'll split my soul and become a perfect man and there is no way this could possibly go wrong!  Hyde: I'm about to end this man's whole career.

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Jekyll: *gasps* Gabriel! I didn't know you were a cannibal! Utterson: *eating a cinnamon bun* ?!?!?!?! Utterson: *gets the hint and blushes* Jekyll: ;)

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Utterson: How is the most handsome man in the Empire doing? Jekyll: I don't know, how are you? Utterson, voice cracking: I'm fine. 

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Jekyll: Milady, can I ask something of you? Lady Summers: I already know what you're going to ask, but do go ahead.  Jekyll: Alright, as the officially worst boyfriend in the world, I have only one thing to say-  Jekyll: *pulls out a bottle of vitriol acid* -You better make Lanyon the happiest man in the world, or else.  Lady Summers: *smiles* I don't plan to do anything else.

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Hyde: I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it. Jekyll: This makes me concerned. Not enough to actually do anything about it, but yeah.

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Lanyon: Today I'm gonna teach you how to face your fears. Now the first step of facing your fears is- Hyde: *waves through the window* Lanyon: *screams like a girl*

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Lady Summers: I didn't ask to be born perfect. Lady Summers: I demanded it.

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Utterson: Hyde, this is a crime scene! Hyde: *gorging himself with cake* What, is this the murder weapon?! Get off my dick!

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Hyde: Use conditioner, they said. It'll b e a good idea, they said. Hyde: *hair is a giant floof* LOOK AT HOW I WOKE UP! WHAT THE F- Utterson & Lanyon: *trying not to laugh*

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Utterson: Dude, I got you a friendship bracelet! Hyde: Nice, put it on me! Utterson: *handcuffs him, then proceeds to dab*

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Utterson: I sentence him to ten years in prison. Hyde: *unbuttoning his shirt* Well, your honour, maybe I can change your mind. ;) Utterson: Twenty years.

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Lanyon: Jekyll, the building is on fire! Jekyll: *sleepy* Like, how big is the fucking fire? Lanyon: Big! Jekyll: *gets up* Okay.

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Jekyll: *wearing a stupid hat* Check it out! Ü Lanyon: *snorts* That is the most ridiculous hat I've ever seen! Utterson: Hey, nice hat! Lanyon: Hey, that is my best friend and this hat is awesome!

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Hyde: Oh dogs? Yeah, I love dogs! Ü *gets barked at by dogs* Hyde: They don't like me, though. :(

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Some rando: Roses are red, violets are blue- Rando: -I thought I was ugly, until I met you! Hyde: Roses are red, pink, yellow or white- Hyde: -now stop with the blooming stereotype!

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Other Hydes: EMOTIOOOOONNNNS!!! My Hyde: … Ew, sentiments.

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Lanyon: You son of a bitch! Jekyll: You're right. She is a bitch. Lanyon: … Jekyll: … Lanyon: *hugs Jekyll* I'm sorry.

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Simon Stride: How does it feel to be the worst doctor ever? Jekyll: Shut up, your mother buys you Megablogs instead of Legos! Stride: You fucking take that back, you-

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Lady Summers: You ever want to talk about your emotions, Mr. Hyde?  Hyde: No. Jekyll: I do. Lady Summers: I know, Dr. Jekyll. Jekyll: I'm sad. Lady Summers: I know, Doctor. 

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Hyde: Bet that I'm right! Jekyll: Bet that you're wrong! Hyde: Bet that you're a skank! Jekyll: Bet that you're a complete arsehole! Hyde: BITCH, I TRAMPLE PEOPLE!!!

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Hyde: I'm not a jealous man. I'm really not! After all, I sleep around, getting jealous at everyone who looks at Utterson would make me a hypocrite- Also Hyde: Just kidding. You look at him, I'll fucking kill you.

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Lady Summers: In winter I like to wear full mourning attire and walk around in a black dress, coat, jewellery and veil. In summer I wear- Lady Summers: -the same thing, because I'm a widow, I look good in black and I'm willing to suffer.

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Hyde: *French-kisses Utterson* Utterson: *bitch-slaps him* Hyde: *rubbing his cheek* Worth it.

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Utterson: Henry, as your boyfriend I beg you, please go to bed! Lanyon: Go to bed, you twit. Poole: Sir, you need to rest. Lady Summers: Doctor Jekyll, you need sleep. Go to bed.  Hyde, overtired and desperate: YOU'RE GOING TO KILL US BOTH, GO TO SLEEP!!!  Jekyll, a sleep-deprived, nervous wreck: SlEeP iS fOr ThE wEaK.

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Jekyll: You must be the chlorine to my sodium, because you complete me. Utterson: ? Jekyll: Are you a newly discovered element? Because you add to my periodic table. Utterson: ?? Jekyll: You must be my oxygen, because I would suffocate without you. Utterson: ??? Jekyll: Your eyes are as blue as aluminium oxide with iron. Utterson, sobbing: Henry, please stop, I don't understand a word!

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Hyde: Lanyon, guess what? Lanyon: What? Hyde: I just got harrassed by a pedo. Lanyon: Did you kill him? Hyde: Well, I beat him to a bloody pulp, so he might be dead. Lanyon: Good boy. Hyde: :D

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Hyde: Hey I just met you and this is crazy, Hyde: But here’s my address, so date me maybe? Utterson: …

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Jekyll: Sorry I'm late. I was … doing things. Hyde: *bursts in looking slightly dishevelled* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE F*CKING STAIRS!!!!  Jekyll: "Pushed" is such a strong word! I prefer calling it … giving you a little nudge.  Hyde: Oh, I'll give YOU a little nudge, when I shove my foot up your arse! Jekyll: HEY! Watch your f*cking language in front of her Ladyship. Lady Summers: *sighs and pinches her nose*

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Hyde: Arrogant dick! Jekyll: Spoiled sow! Hyde: Fuck you! Jekyll: Fuck YOU! Hyde: FUCK YOU!!! Jekyll: FUCK!!! YOU!!! Hyde: … My room, ten minutes.

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Utterson: Hey, Henry? Jekyll: Hm? Utterson: I want to treat you like my paperwork. Jekyll: ?!? Utterson: Slam you onto my desk and do you all night long. Jekyll: … Whoa. *has the weirdest boner* Utterson on the inside: Just as planned!

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Jekyll: Now you'll suffer as I have suffered! Hyde: Yes, Henry! Give in to your anger! Jekyll: I'M SO ANGRY!!!

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Jekyll: I'm so hot! Lanyon: … Jekyll: … Lanyon: *sighs* Hotdamn. Jekyll: Call the police and the fire men!

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Hyde: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH- Utterson: Jekyll, eat a Snickers. Hyde: Why? Lanyon: *hands a Snickers* Everytime you're hungry, you turn into Hyde. Hyde: *eats the Snickers* Utterson: Better? Jekyll: Better. ^^

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Alma: Hey, betcha I can hit this note! Hyde: No, please don't- Alma: *screeches badly* Hyde: *is now temporarily deaf*

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #Mr Utterson #Gabriel John Utterson #utterson #Hastie Lanyon #dr lanyon #Poole #oc #vines #incorrect quotes

[thirstdrafts]

Mk characters as boyfriends.

I am dork.

Sorry.

Not sorry.

- kenshi- always knows what to get you for Christmas. Influences calmness during nightmares. Picks you up with telekinesis and says “look Hun, no hands.” tells you you look nice even though he has no idea what you’re wearing. Pretends he doesn’t know you replace and wash his blindfold. Let’s you wear the blindfold “in bed”.

- Subzero- purposefully makes feet cold and puts them on your back. Stares at you way too much. Icicle kisses. Makes surprise picnics in igloos. Uses his voice to lull you to sleep. He likes to run his hands through your hair. Is very cuddle. Realizes his seriousness bothers you and so he tries to chill. Smiles are the best from him.

- Hanzo- gives u jacket when it’s cold. Drapes body over you when it’s reeeeally cold. Reheats ur food. Dries your laundry when the machines broken. Makes blanket toasty. Instant s’mores. Might actually be a marshmallow. Big on spooning. Big on picking you up and setting you down next to him to keep you in the same room.

- Takeda- telekinetic umbrella. But he likes to kiss you in the rain so you still get wet. Is a cinnamon bun. Neither of you move to get the remote. Not a morning person. Sleeping in while the sun shows through the blinds. Takes pride in finishing your sentences .

- Kung Lao- is funny but doesn’t understand why he’s funny. This is what makes him funny. Puts his hat up on the top shelf so u can’t reach it. Does not like it when you use his hat to cut pizza. But he’s forgiving. And was more worried you would cut yourself. Mediates more than he eats. Let’s you braid his beard. Play fights and let’s you win.

- Kung Jin- basically a showoff. Picks on you. A lot. But will murder someone if they pick on you. Watches you sleep. Has walls but let’s them down for you. Understanding but stubborn. Play fights and never lets you win, uses it as time to kiss you more.

- Johnny-breakfast in bed but he went to Denny’s before you woke up. He doesn’t cook. Self conscious. Wants you to be proud of his daughter, too. Takes you to theme parks. Let’s you make fun of his movies. Isn’t as bad as he comes off.

- Smoke- awkward. Silent type. Too nervous to say much. Cries in his sleep but he sleeps best holding you. Hates that you make haunted houses for Halloween and ask him to be the smoke machine, but he can’t say no. Keeps a photo of you in his wallet. Yes he has a wallet.

- Ermac- helps you with history homework. Teleportation kissing and hugs. Hide and seek is impossible because he cheats. Floats you on his shoulders at concerts - always front row. Thinks it’s cute we you get flustered over him being a we. Tells you he’s basically a harem of men, you’re welcome. doesn’t sleep but pretends just to be near you.

- Raiden- conflicted over your human-ness. Charges your phone and shocks your enemies. Too serious and it’s frustrating. Doesn’t get jokes. Let’s you wear his hat. Gets really upset when ur hurt and causes massive storms. Personal triple A. Checks up on you a lot. Doesn’t sleep but holds you, time means little to him.

#mortal kombat #love #halloween #mkx #subzero #kuai liang #raiden #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #takeda #takeda takahashi #kung jin #kung lao #lin kuei grandmaster #lin kuei #shirai ryu #hanzo #kenshi #ermac #smoke #ninjas #ninja #johnny cage

[viva-la-sterek]

Happy new year, Sterek Fandom! Here is a list of some greatly enjoyable fics created in the fandom this past year! It’s amazing to see Sterek still going strong with events like @sterekweek-2018​, @sterek-smooch​, @sterekreversebang​, @stereksecretsanta​, and many more! Thank you so much to the many writers, fanartists, graphic makers and everyone that contributes to fandom! x3 

They Say It's Mighty Fine by @the-apocrypha​ (1/1 | 23,234 | Gen.) 

"Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—"

"Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?"

"Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?"

"He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by @yodas-yo-yo​ (15/15 | 95,612 | Explicit) 

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants / @pantstomatch​ (1/1 | 17,936 | Teen) 

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

Or-

The a/b/o bakery au with feelings

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire (8/8 | 46,063 | Explicit) 

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 10,982 | Explicit) 

the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

That Frothing Knob by Pride_of_Six (4/4 | 14,598 | Explicit) 

Stiles was wiping down the spout of a machine with a cloth, and Derek almost popped a stiffy right there in the café. It was completely embarrassing that after so many years of control over both his human and wolf side Derek would find himself so… enamoured by this random. Regardless, the wolf wants what the wolf wants, and Derek found himself trying his darnedest to get some sort of a rise out of Stiles, “You sure know how to handle that frothing knob.”

Needless to say, Derek got to see that beautiful blush colouring the barista’s face once again.

hey asshole by @everchanginginks​ (1/1 | 15,631 | Mature) 

The Hales moved in next door more than a year ago and while Cora and Stiles became fast friends, Stiles has yet to meet his best friend's big brother, Derek, who’s been attending college in New York. When Derek comes home for the summer he makes less than a stellar impression. And vice versa.

lube and determination by @bleep0bleep​ (2/2 | 4,873 | Explicit) 

It's a holiday classic: homesick boy wants to make a pumpkin pie while studying abroad, boy realizes the only place to find vegetable shortening is a sex shop, and boy makes fool of himself in front of other boy.

The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by @isthatbloodonhisshirt​ (1/1 | 54,167 | Explicit) 

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

Sharing Food by @aussiebee​ (2/2 | 9,564 | Explicit) 

Derek is pretty much absorbed into the Stilinski family, one meal at a time.

Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by @sophisticatedyet​ (1/1 | 8776 | Explicit) 

Stiles gets a wrong number call from an old man who can't install his antivirus software. He feels like doing a good deed, so he decides to walk him through it.

Derek is not an old man, just a technologically incompetent twenty-six year old TA who has made enemies of the entire UCLA IT department. The helpful stranger he has just accidentally called is about to become Derek's go-to computer guy.

Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong) by WithMyTeeth (8/8 | 49,983 | Explicit) 

When perpetual loner and failwolf extraordinaire Derek Hale finally loses patience with his meddling family, he grabs a confused Stiles Stilinski, unsuspecting diner patron and herbal medicine student, off the street to pose as his new boyfriend. Hijinks ensue.

Companionship by exclamation / @jessicameats​ (42/42 | 85,697 | Explicit) 

Companions are elite pleasure slaves, trained in music, dance, poetry, and, especially, sex. Stiles is the worst student in the history of the companion school, so his teachers decide to get rid of him by claiming he is interested in bondage and selling him to someone who'll keep him restrained and gagged.

Derek Hale is lonely and interested in BDSM. Buying a companion with an interest in submission seemed like a good idea at the time, but it turns out Stiles is not what was advertised. Not only does Stiles hate the thought of BDSM, he also has very strong opinions on what constitutes consent, or lack thereof. But keeping Stiles seems a better option than sending him back to the school, so somehow they will have to work this out between them.

Do Not Go Gentle by @mojoflower​ (51/51 | 195,878 | Explicit) 

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

too long to the weekend by @dizzy-redhead (1/1 | 5,261 | Explicit) 

When Derek agreed to show Stiles around Berkeley, he was thinking of Stiles at fifteen, his childhood friend, the son of his mother's best friend.

He was not prepared for Stiles, all grown up.

Married at First Glance by WonderWolf (14/14 | 63,558 | Explicit) 

Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.

For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts. When you’re married to a werewolf who dislikes humans, however, this can get a little tricky.

But the sweet, sweet cash reward at the end will be worth it. Right?

(A Married at First Sight AU)

Show Me Your Igloo and I'll Show You Mine by @thisdiscontentedwinter (1/1 | 4,943 | Explicit) 

Stiles is finally going to meet the online friend he's had for years.

Instead, the hottest guy in the world walks in.

Broken Car, Lemon Bar by inhystereks / @bibliophile246 (6/6 | 27,884 | Mature) 

Stiles got out of his car so whoever was coming wouldn't think he was just being an asshole and stopped in the middle of the road on purpose. He almost laughed when he caught sight of the approaching car. A black Camaro. Which meant Derek Hale was the one slowing down to pull up behind him. The town mechanic and also the scariest fucker around.

Oh, sweet irony.

He was exactly the person Stiles desperately needed and was also terrified of.

Perfect.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by green-leaf (2/2 | 11,472 | Teen) 

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?”

“But I don’t... I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?”

Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –”

“Oh, well, that’s good, because–”

“–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

The Accused by @drgrlfriend (1/1 | 5,764 | Mature) 

“Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?”

Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —”

“Well, my mate is worse,” Derek said flatly.

A Little Less Conversation by Lissadiane (1/1 | 5,626 | Gen.) 

Derek has learned to be a good Alpha in most of the ways that count. The problem is, now that he's well-adjusted, safe, and happy, it's time to turn his attention to the one thing he's always sucked at: finding a nice, sweet Omega mate.

Lucky for him, Erica and Stiles have ideas on how to make that as painless as possible.

In which Derek Hale is a failwolf and somehow, ends up going speed dating.

Cheers to more Sterek in 2019!! 

#eternalsterek #tag: 2018 #tag: year end round up

[atiayutthaya]

Erik : I didn't drink that much last night

W'kabi : You were flirting with T'Challa

Erik : So what? He's my boyfriend

W'kabi : You asked him if he was single..

W'kabi : And cried when he said he wasn't

#t'cherik #killchalla #tcherik #erik x t'challa #cinnamon bun and his murderous boyfriend #'Shuri delete that footage!!!' moment #w'kabi #incorrect black panther quotes

[thegreen1969pontiac]

L’appel Du Vide Chapter 9- Can You Pass The Salt

                                     Eventual Dean X OC

Summary: When Hope’s sister is killed in a less than a normal house fire, and Sam, her sister’s boyfriend, disappears with his brother after her death they’re her number one suspects. When the cops declare the case cold she begins her hunt for the Winchester boys. She follows them in hope for some evidence pointing to the death of her sister, but will she find more than just the cause and the killer? Will she find out more than she wanted to?

Warnings: Short chapter with no meaning.

Word Count: 1352

Turns out finding information about prison releases is harder than originally assumed. The second trial was done almost two months after the courthouse fire. Johnson's son, a boy named Elliot,  was tried for aggravated arson and first-degree murder. He was convicted to jail for the rest of his pathetic life and the families of the people he had killed were consoled and the town had mostly forgotten about the whole issue. Although when driving past the empty mansion that sat on the top of the golf course people would whisper about the fire and Elliot and what had happened 25 years ago. it wasn't until recently that things had begun to stir again, the judge who had originally convicted the young kid is now releasing him on account to good behavior. I assume the good behavior also had something to do with the good money his father seemed to continue to hand out to anyone who asked but it seems that after Elliot's father passed away last month and the fortune was passed down to him awaits him the prize seemed not only to wait for Elliot but also for anyone who helped his case as well. After his release, the events following had begun the suspicion that took me to the sunny California town of Auburn, California. It was after reading about how the town was the birthplace of George and Lennie in the novel Of Mice and Men that I finally gave up my search in finding any additional information on the murders. It seemed that no one cared for the deaths of almost sixteen people but more for the stolen youth of an old money asshole.

The need for additional evidence and information was evident. It had gone in the newspaper only two days ago that the same judge had 'combusted' in the middle of a court hearing. Information was limited all that was said was that the man had literally gone up in flames. The event had peaked my suspicion, a man bursting into flames in the middle of something as mediocre as a hearing seemed similar to Jess' case.

The town was clean, I was quickly able to find the records pretty easily, the police station had them their basement. I went under the letter J in the 70's folder. The name Johnson came up more times than I could possibly count, I took the bunch of them and headed back to the hotel that I came from already missing the rose scented soap that they had in their clean bathroom.

My adventure through town was a short one full of mostly window shopping and cups of coffee at the local coffee shop.  I was only halfway through all of the Johnson's filed in the boxes and on my third or fourth cup of coffee. It was sweet and sugar-filled, I skimmed through many of the Johnson files until finally, I came across something juicy. The other case files mainly consisted of speeding tickets or an occasional shoplifter, this one was an arson report. It was filed against Elliot Johnson, setting the field outside of town on fire. It was his first offense nothing after this seemed to imply anything jail worthy, apparently the kid got a taste of it and then couldn't stop.

The kid was pretty loaded, private everything, school, and life. He was the son of one of the old money guys someone who struck it rich and got lucky but blamed it on hard work. Elliot was captain of the football team, he got semi-good grades, and seemed to live a privileged life all around. I couldn't even begin to understand why this kid would throw it all away for something so destructive and aggressive. I guess that's why I'm here though to figure out what the hell this guy is doing. If this was some sick power play thing that Sam was into or if he truly just liked fire as Elliot did.

But as I sipped the lukewarm coffee I wondered how the hell this kid who just got out of jail managed to have this judge set himself on fire in such a way that there was no evidence to point to this result. I continued reading through this kid's file, the convictions continued with little evidence, leading to little punishment. Until finally, I came across the big one. The boy during one of his larger convictions paid off one of the jurors to set a fire. It must have been one big buck because the asshole died in the fire that he started, the kid escaped with the judge,  and lawyer escaped the fiery terror that Elliot had created.

The coffee shop begins to close as the light of day drains out of Auburn, and I throw the file on top of the others ready to explore more. I fling open the door to Theo and put all of the papers in the passenger seat and plop myself into the familiar leather seat of Theo. I drive for only about ten minutes humming along to Billy Joel and tapping my fingers trying to put together the pieces of the story. Why the hell would Elliot, a man who just got out of jail try and murder the guy that got him out in the first place? The idea is lost to me and I eventually pull into the cleanly motel with a small smile my face happy to be greeted with good room service and fluffy white pillows and a working hot shower.

The room had been serviced and a mint sat on the pillow and everything was made again, the bed and new towels were put up, and new replacements of shampoo and conditioner were sitting on the counter top calling my name. I set the stacks of documents on the table near the window and close the blinds. I undress from my leather jacket and tight turtle neck undressing as I finally reach the shower and finally pulling off my boots and placing them right outside of the bathroom door. I grab the rose scented products and head into the shower.

The shower was warm, I stayed in there until my skin turned a brilliant shade of pink and then I finally got out. I dried my rose-smelling hair with the towel making the already visible waves more pronounced and I grabbed one of the fluffy towels, I wrapped it around myself and almost squealed when I saw that the motel also provided lotion in the same scent. I spent a good ten minutes slowly massaging the nice smelling lotion into my legs, and arms. I felt more relaxed than I had in a while, I felt content.

I looked at the darkening sky through the edge of the window and then to the ominous notes that lay in the files. I decided against the latter option and began my night rituals, I pulled my hair out of the hair twistie thing that I made out of the towel and made it hang from the bathroom door, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and pulled out my glasses which I placed next to my contact case. I had taken them out before I took a shower and was thankful to have my own eyes again. I brushed my teeth with some cheap toothpaste that I picked up at the convenience store only to find that it was cinnamon flavored. This seemed to be a silver lining though because after putting on my giant sweatshirt and a pair of sleep shorts I rediscovered the mint sitting on my pillow and ate it happily as I crawled into the neat bed.

I began to fall into the overwhelming darkness that I was met with and I began fiddling with my necklace, I felt a whiff of cold air and cuddled further into the sheets and blanket. I let sleep overtake me. I felt safe and I smiled.

It was as if my sister was looking down on me and smiling for the first time in months.

#dean winchester #dean x OC #character death #jessica moore #jessica moore sister #original character #angst #spn fanfiction #SPN #supernatural series #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural series rewrite #supernatural #slow burn #long series #series

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My reading list (bkdk fanfics)

Here it is!  

All these fics were updated or finished on december. (Not particular order)

Swap it out ( Not Rated )

''Good morning, Deku.'' Katsuki said happily with a sweet smile.''Fuck off, Kacchan.'' Izuku responded in a bored tone, not even looking at the blond when he sat down in the seat in front of him.The whole class held their breath.''Holy shit.'' Koji finally said. In which Kaminari has an idea, Todoroki likes to spend his father's money and Izuku and Katsuki are up for the challenge. 

Off Limits (Explicit)

When his second rut hit, Katsuki was tempted to start reconsidering Izuku being off limits. It wouldn’t be too weird, right? It’s not like they were hanging out together on their off days. While screaming into a pillow in a fit of frustration instead of rubbing himself raw, it seemed like a great idea.Once his rut started tapering off, he threw away the idea again. -Then the third rut hit, and Katsuki was officially over this bullshit. 

Cross Off (Explicit)

“But are you two really friends?”

That sharp sting hit Izuku in the gut again, but as he opened his mouth to respond, Todoroki walked past him, heading towards the exit. The dual-haired teen cocked his head to the side as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just think about it, Midoriya. We aren’t here to tell you what to do, but we do hope that you will take our concerns under consideration, and try to convince Aizawa-sensei that his decision is not right for you.” Iida removed his hands from Izuku’s shoulders, and followed suit with Todoroki, casting a brief nod in Izuku’s direction.

Hummingbird Heartbeat ( Explicit )

“The knife went through his fucking chest, Kirishima.” Katsuki spat his name into his face, mouth twisting into a vicious snarl, teeth and all. “You know that's where his heart is, right? And his fucking lungs? All the vital shit?” Kirishima blanched. “I-I know, I just meant—” “What, you mean to tell me that your stupid fuckin’ ass is so ignorant to forget that he lost a shit ton of blood, hah?! Yeah, it was a flippin’ knife wound, oh hoo-ray, but look at the nerd now! He’s fucking dying because of it!” 

In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?)  ( Mature)

He could never forgive himself.It was his fault.He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow. (Or: What if Izuku jumped?)(OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.) 

Bad at Love ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Class 1-A is put to the test in one of U.A.'s classes and tests where they face a faux-villain they can't seem to win against. During the two-day fighting, Bakugou noticeably becomes more and more shaken by the faux-villain. Midoriya wants to help him and to become his good friend once again. Bakugou knows there is more than friendship in his own head but wants to keep Midoriya close, if only to keep him safe. But with jealousy, friendships, and their dreams on the line, they have to get even closer to help the other.

The Roads Between ( Mature )

In a world with disappearing quirks, Izuku, a government employee, and the recently captured Lord Explosion Murder are forced to team up in order to stop a coup of Japan by the League of Villains. More than just their lives are on the line and teamwork is the name of the game, but how can two people so seemily different from eachother ever hope to accomplish such a task? 

Crimson Concrete  ( Mature )

Bakugou Katsuki was pretty sure he had this vampire shit down to a tee. All he had to do was stay away from the sunlight, avoid churches and not have any attachments to humans? That was literally how Katsuki had lived his life up until now- it was the exact same, except, he supposed, with higher stakes (ha, get it?)“Hey dude, does this mean you can’t eat garlic bread anymore?”Oh.OH NO.

The Space Between (Mature)

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being. Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

Cinnamon Bun Bun ( Explicit )

In a world with humanoid creatures called "pets", Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.Warm and fuzzy fluff pet AU with hints of angst and humor! *This story is mostly about fluff. Warning and "past" tags for a backstory chapter(s) almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of ANY chapter with ANY sensitive issues.*

Stay with me, Midoriya  ( Mature )

An alternate "conclusion" of the battle when Midoriya saves Kota during the Summer Camp attack. Or, Midoriya is badly hurt and Bakugo is the only one who heard the scream for help. 

Restless ( Mature )

Second year at UA was essentially the same as the first, though everyone had fucking been developing and growing or some such asinine shit. And Katsuki was still reigning supreme. Things were fine up until shitty Deku had to derail everything with his fucking.....fucking. This year was gonna be hell for Katsuki. 

Swarm (Explicit)

General Izuku Midoriya, a rare omega cherry bee and Second in Command to Chief All Might's army, is left to run and defend Brambleberry Hive. he never expects a swarm of vicious hornets, led by alpha general Katsuki Bakugo, to ambush them and take over the hive. Bakugo takes his place as Chief Alpha, making Izuku his prisoner and slave. But Izuku refuses to let Bakugo control him and fights the alpha every chance he gets. He will have his revenge on Bakugo and regain control of Bramberry....

my ex-man brought his new boyfriend  ( Mature )

izuku's desperate to get a date after being persuaded (forced, more like) to go for a family reunion back in his hometown, in which he will most definitely see his ex, todoroki shouto, with a date of his own.in a last attempt to find someone, izuku asks for help and ends up getting bakugou katsuki.

The Hunting Party ( Explicit )

Izuku had gotten himself into many messes over the years. He’d once got stuck in the back of a restaurant after hours because he’d been too shy to ask someone to let him out of the staff bathroom he’d locked himself into.

Painting Flowers ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Where Bakugo Katsuki works at his parents' flower shop and Midoriya Izuku is a hot regular that simply comes to sketch flowers all day long.

BNHA: Hybrid A/O/B Works ( Works:6) (Explicit / mature)

You ever fantasize about Wolf Bakugou chasing down a sweet rabbit? Or the wacky shenanigans of trying to figure out his pet's heat problems? This is the series for you, mate, and I'm always happy to provide your dosage of pure nsfw. (With too much plot)

Say you love me ( Mature )

Izuku is going through his very first break up and suffering the whiplash affects of it. He discovers he’s got a new neighbor and his name is Katsuki. They’re not the best of neighbors in the beginning but by the end of the story they will be. But basically Izuku and Katsiki end up falling in love but don’t necessarily know that they both feel the same way about one another because they’re both very slow in the feelings department when it comes to other people. But with the help of Bakugous best and only friend, Eijiro, and a lot of prolonged effort shit happens.

Lovebites ( Explicit )

Katsuki Bakugou was going to hate this summer.He thought he'd hate it because he was being forced to leave home and work for his mother's friend in a small, seaside town. He thought he'd hate it cause he was being punished for burning his room to a crisp. He thought he'd hate it because he hated change.But it turns out, he hated the Supernatural Turfwar between four species that shouldn't exist but do a whole lot more....Or The one where Katsuki is forced to move in with Inko for the summer and finds himself falling for a particular bloodsucker....

Album Title in Progress ( Explicit )

Izuku's singing makes Katsuki realize sex is Real™ and uses those feelings to make a bomb-ass(lol get it? cuz his quirk is...) album while also helping a self-doubting Izuku realize how fire his mixtape is.

A Chaotic Reunion ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Even as a villain, Izuku Midoriya's admiration for Bakugo Katsuki never faltered, even when his admiration for all the heroes in the world did. After leaving his home to join the league, Bakugo Katsuki remains his one true reason to keep going on in such a pointless life. He never expected to meet him again, especially not in this kind of situation.

The Hardships of love ( Explicit )

Katsuki has always known just exactly what he wants, that just so happens to involve a certain green-eyed boy. How will he cope when what is his suddenly goes away, only to return years later? A/O/B universe, Alpha Katsuki, Omega Izuku,

Soul Bonded ( Explicit )

Izuku Midoriya had always been told he was a beta. So why did he find himself sneaking into Kacchan's room and taking old shirts? Why did his sweaty gym clothes smell so good all of a sudden? A story in which Bakugou and Midoriya are definitely not mates, no matter what Recovery Girl and Midnight say. And they definitely, DEFINITELY don't have feelings. Nope.

Iridescent ( Mature )

After Katsuki learned Izuku’s secret about One For All, he said that things would be different from now on. The two of them learn how to stand on equal grounds and be proper rivals, and that gradually leads them to evolve into something more – or, rather, they start to realize what was there all along. Because what’s left after all the bitterness and misunderstandings are gone? Positive feelings. By the time they reach their third year, they can’t go a day without seeing each other. Eventually, they start pining over one another. Katsuki secretly works through his insecurities in order to accept his feelings for his childhood friend, but it goes haywire once he realizes that he doesn’t know how to apologize for the wrongs he has done.

Stygian Fire ( Mature )

Izuku's Quirk manifest at the tender age of five. It's strange that he would have a fire Quirk given what his mother's Quirk is, but he chalks it up to genetics on his father's side. A week later, there's a (familiar) stranger in the kitchen, and everything changes.

i packed up everything except those memories ( General Audiences )

For a long moment, they all stare at him, wide-eyed and shocked.And then Bakugou laughs and leans forward to press his mouth to Midoriya’s. “I fucking love you, ya damn nerd.”Midoriya reddens, but kisses back enthusiastically, and his lips curve into a dazed smile when Bakugou pulls away. (or, Bakugou works at a bar and Midoriya is the nerd that keeps him company.)

The Art of Indifference ( Not Rated )

Bakugou is used to being the center of attention- be it anger, confussion, or fear (mostly fear) everyone always gives him a reaction.Until all the sudden, Deku doesn't.  What a fucking asshole.

Wild Child ( Explicit )

Imagine Tarzan, but KatsuDeku,with wolves instead of gorillas,and with a lot more smut.

The Kiss ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Katsuki has feelings but refuses to admit it; Izuku has feelings but refuses to act on them. And just when they finally begin to understand each other, that fucks everything up. Or: What if Katsuki kissed Izuku at the end of their fight?

Full Disclosure ( Explicit )

Izuku had never wanted to protect anything as much as he wanted to protect the fire between them, even as it caught fire and consumed him. He'd gladly go up in flames if it meant getting to see Kacchan like this. Or The alternate outcome of the battle at Ground Beta and the relationship that changed because of it.

When lust prevails  ( Explicit )

Bakugou and Midoriya got into a heated argument which led to heated interactions; main pairing BakuDeku, side pairing KiriKamiEpilogue update featuring jealous Bakugou, confused Midoriya, pragmatic Todoroki, and class 1a eavesdropping the drama :DThis story is officially completed :)

Sheep in wolves clothing ( Mature )

Don’t go into the woods at night. It’s a self explanatory warning but apparently not even passing near them in a vehicle is 100% safe. Especially not when all the news stations are warning of an unknown threat. Unluckily for Izuku it’s the only route home

You Found Me Flinching In The Dark ( Mature )

Or, Izuku remained quirkless, he became a hollow depressed kid that lives his last few years of high school in a mental ward. (Updates once a month)

Go to Bed, Dumbass ( Mature )

"What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?" The blond male asked in a voice that was closer to a growl as he curled the weight he was holding."I could ask you the same question," Izuku replied with a small smile as he headed for the bench press.

Never Easy ( Mature )

Bakugou and Midoriya have known each other forever but as the years drug on their relationship became complicated and the boys found themselves barely knowing each other. Things seem dim on them ever really being friends again but when Midoriya is caught in an awkward situation by Bakugou, things start to change, and both males seem skeptical about getting their hopes up. This does not start out Mature, but will have Mature parts. I will warn you and you can skip them if you like.

Grief Counseling ( explicit)

A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

"Streetcar Named Desire" ( Explicit )

If yesterday someone told Izuku that he, one of the most diligent students with the top academic ranking, would end up in Principal Aizawa’s office today, he wouldn’t have believed them. But lots things could change overnight. So here he was, slouching in the creaking chair in the reception in front of the principal’s office. [the story about how Deku and Kacchan ended up taking part in a school's play and went through high school shit and ended up in love]

Unseemly Beasts ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Dragons. Destructive beasts tearing through everything in their path and deadly to anyone who opposes them. Midoriya has never seen a dragon, never planned to, but now he needs the help of one. He just... didn't want to kill one. Not if he could help it.

Rivals with Benefits ( Explicit )

When Izuku gets drunk at a Class 1A Halloween party he accidentally outs himself. Then to make matters worse he confesses to Katsuki that he wants to be a little more than rivals.

2,645 Miles ( Explicit )

Izuku wants so badly to get to the other side of the country without his parents realizing he's missing. He just wants to find out who he is.Katsuki is desperate to make it to Los Angeles without being caught by the police, desperate to fix his mistakes.Neither know what to expect, but on a roadtrip across the U.S. involving four fugitives, two oblivious runaways, a high risk crime ring, and a police taskforce, the two will discover that there's more in store for them than what they originally thought.

Dragon's Mark ( Mature )

Katsuki Bakugou has been living on his own for many years, accompanied by a very annoying red dragon named Kirishima. They are the last of their kind, unknown to humans. At least, that was how it used to be until a shy boy by the name of Izuku Midoriya enters the picture.

Breaking Point ( Mature )

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” 

#long post

[insane-control-room]

Ice Trip

A little ice skating never hurt anyone, especially when you go ice skating with an alternate version of yourself! 

A sweet and humorous story I had worked on for quite a while for @halfusek, featuring their Magenta and my Johan going ice skating.

You can find the companion art here!

“Hey, Mag!”

Johan’s voice eagerly (and slightly terrifyingly) wavered into Joey’s office, the sound of it revealed before the man was fully formed, ones and zeros depixelizing getting into place. Magenta put down his pen to look at him, noting how his eyes shone and he beamed.

His mirth was infectious, and Magenta felt his lips slowly inch into a smile at his… friend? Companion? Attempted murderer? Boyfriend? Doppelganger? He did not know, so he shrugged it off and smiled at him in any case.

“Hello, Johan,” he greeted with a nod, Johan nearly bouncing his way over his desk, a (shrunken to size) sweater on, clearly not originally his own, rather a certain animator’s. Magenta rose an eyebrow, leaning back. “You look happy today.”

“Not happy, mi rey,” Johan sweetly remarked, Magenta feeling his smile broaden slightly as he squirmed from the hypocoristic. Johan bounced on his toes. “I’m just rather excited!”

“For what?” Magenta questioned, tilting his head, intrigued. Johan’s grin shrank slightly, he becoming nervous. “Johan?”

“Well, I, um, you see,” he began, stumbling over his words and blushing. He opened a pocket dimension (how, Magenta wondered), and pulled out two pairs of ice skates. Magenta squinted at them. “I wanted to know if you’ll come skating with me.”

“I… I don’t know,” he answered, shifting in his seat. Johan looked off to the ground, biting his lip in thought. Magenta had been out of any sportsmanship practices for a long time, never having the use for once honed skills and letting them fizzle down. He looked back at his alternate self. “I really… I haven’t skated in a very long time… I don’t really know.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Johan insisted gently, plucking on Magenta’s sleeve carefully. Magenta still seemed unconvinced. Johan’s eyes lit up. “It’s just like dancing, but on knives!”

“What are you waiting for!?” Magenta demanded, taking him out of his office by the wrist, not a tight hold, but a firm one. “Let’s go!”

Joey had overestimated his skills. Not Johan, no, he spun gracefully, his long limbs swaying like willow branches, lithe and flowing, years of practice allowing him to move with ease. Magenta, who had not ice skated in a good decade, give or take a few years, was not focusing as much on performance, rather, he was concentrating on maintaining a semblance of balance.

He sighed, pouting as he watched Johan spin. He called to him, and preformed a pattern, making a small leap, Magenta realizing he was writing something in the ice.

Te amo, followed by a heart.

He stared at it, blushing lightly, his wobbly knees now not just from the skates.

A light laugh nearly sent him crashing to the ground.

“Mi amor, you’re shaking!” Johan softly pointed out, sliding up to him. Magenta’s scarf was wound around his neck, he only realizing it then that it was even missing. Johan took him by the hand, using the other on his shoulder to steady him. Magenta swallowed, trembling on the ice. “You’re as unstable as my mental health.”

“I’m not shaking!” Magenta denied, staring at his wobbling feet. “I’m fine, I just need to find my balance!”

“Oh, for that, you just need to relax…” Johan soothed, slowing his motions more, gently guiding Magenta in their dance. He exhaled, smiling. “Take it easy.”

“I am trying to,” he gritted out, gripping Johan’s hand tightly. Johan chuckled, making a curving circle with him. “I mean it!”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he replied, smiling, slipping away and twirling, returning to his hands, and continuing, “You’ve done this before, right? You just need to recall it….”

They glided over the ice at a smooth and slow pace. Magenta let himself loosen up, exhaling. Johan’s hand was warm on his, and he held him up, not tightly, but enough to support him.

Johan’s quiet little laugh bubbled over his ears. He blinked, opening eyes he did not even know were closed. Johan beamed at him, an affectionate glow in his eyes and a soft blush blanketing his cheeks, slightly shielded by pink lenses.

“See?” he looked so nice, like a cinnamon bun with fresh coffee, just the perfect pick me up. Magenta did not realize how refreshing it was to be with someone who treated him as an equal, or even as a superior. He liked it best when Johan treated him just as he was, not embellished or degraded. Just who he was. Johan moved slightly back, giving Magenta the option to pull away from him and skate on his own. He did not. Johan laughed, a little louder, and god, he had such a beautiful smile. “You’re steady already, there’s no need to hold onto me like el gallina!”

“Like a what?” Magenta asked, blinking. Johan merely winked. Magenta looked over Johan taking in his long features, that giddiness he had, his unsuspecting expression. Joey felt his desire for the new and unexpected well up. He smirked, yanking Johan to him, too quick to let him ask what he was doing. “Nevermind that now. Johan, I think I found my footing.”

With a burst of speed, he propelled them backwards, Johan unable to suppress a shriek as they accelerated rapidly. His eyes widened and he gripped Magenta like a lifeline, shook from the suddenness. Magenta felt himself grin.

“Who’s shaky now?” he teased, making a sharp turn. “Hm?”

“I am!” Johan nearly shouted, “Cause you’re gonna kill me!”

“I thought you didn’t mind that,” he hummed, twisting his way down a crooked path. Johan gasped as he rose their interlocked hands and spun him, dipping him down even as they continued to move. “Isn’t that what you came for?”

“You are going to trip!” Johan yelped. “Then you’re gonna slaughter us both!”

“I won’t trip,” Magenta retorted, rolling his eyes. He dashed with him on the ice, too stuck up to say that he actually had lost his balance a long time before, and was not in control of their path, using Johan as a crutch to hopefully not collapse. He turned them, their velocity long out of his ability to change. “See? We’re fi-”

Thunk.

Magenta’s skate had embedded itself in the ice, and they were pitching forward.

The snow falling around them seemed to slow.

Johan smiled, the smile of one knowing death’s swift approach.

Magenta opened his mouth to speak, but Johan beat him to the action.

“Don’t you dare tell me that you tripped.”

“Fine,” Magenta scowled. “I won’t tell you.”

Thud.

Johan felt the wind being knocked out of him as Magenta pushed him onto the ice beneath him.

Magenta looked some form of… embarrassed? Apologetic? Dead inside?

Then he noticed the rather compromising position they were in (as though two men dancing would not raise any eyebrows), and his expression blankened. Think think say something c’mo-

“I blame society,” he stated, unable to figure out anything more intelligent to say. Johan pursed his lips, unimpressed.

“Really now?” he asked frankly, sarcastically, eyes half closed in silent reprimandation.

“Not really,” Magenta mumbled, glancing off to the side, noting how their hands were still interlocked. He looked back to Johan, smiling slightly. The funny side of the situation appeared, and Johan’s lips twitched into a grin.

He chuckled, trying to keep down his smile, trying and failing to be taciturn, his attempt adorably young and sweet. He frowned as Magenta grinned.

“What’s wrong?” Magenta questioned. Johan’s smile genuinely reappeared as he shook his head. “Nothing?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you happy,” he answered, blushing. “Really happy. I’m… I’m glad that I could make you smile. It’s really… really something else.”

Magenta flushed at the compliment, ducking his head and muttering how it was nothing.

“It’s something alright,” Johan crooned, his smile tinged with a slight pride. “My something.”

Their eyes met, and they found that they could not stop laughing.

It was absurd, they were absurd, one of two of one of a kind, a disaster squared, and yet here they were, fallen on the snow from ice skating, a fall one warned of.

Johan’s forehead met Magenta’s, and he had not even realized he had leaned toward him in his muted guffaws. He laughed harder, and Johan’s merriment reverberated and merged with his own, a positive feedback loop. They both simply laughed, until Johan started coughing, whether from his laughter or from the ice on his back unclear. Nonetheless, Magenta pulled them both up, eventually getting them to a warm room with blankets and hot drinks.

They were on the couch, Johan’s back pressed to Magenta’s chest, and they spoke of youth and energy. How both seemed in so little supply for them.

“You make me feel energized, Mag,” Johan admitted to Magenta. “When I see you, I feel like I could run around the world.”

Magenta wrapped his arms tighter around him, unable to talk, melting in his skin.

“I love you, you know,” Johan whispered. Magenta flushed, wriggling under him. Johan smiled. “Mi amor. Mi rey. Mi cariño. Mi precioso.”

Every endearment brought Magenta further and further to an unknowing bliss, each word a direct, loving blow to his heart, dissolving him.

When he finally managed to fall asleep, Johan curled up on his chest, wrapping the blanket around them tighter.

“Merci, mon amour,” he whispered, kissing his cheek, a soft smirk tweaking his lips as he put emphasis on the pronoun. Magenta stirred, a smile lifting the corners of his own mouth.

“De nada,” he breathed, his arms squeezing lightly.

Johan smiled, yawned, and fell asleep.

#control art #control writes #queue pasa? #johan ramirez #joey drew #one's company #magenta #ice skating #batim #bendy and the ink machine #romantic #sweet #gift fic

[eccentriccowboy]

Couples are annoying. It’s what they do best.

Synopsis: Luke and you are in a healthy, loving, relationship that devote their time to annoying others.

Warnings: Just that kind of “perfect relationship” stuff that’s borderline cringey but also makes you want to shed tears bc you want a relationship like that. And swearing.

^not my gif. thanks gif person. 

“Hey babe, have you seen my phone?” Luke called out to you, searching through the dressing room.

“No, honey,” you look up from your seat on the couch to your boyfriend. “Have you checked your bag yet, darling?”

Luke shuffled through his backpack, once, then twice, before saying, “Yea, it wasn’t in there, baby.”

“You sure? I’m sure I saw it there earlier. Did you check the front pocket, dear?”

Before Luke could answer, there was an audible groan from the corner of the room. Michael covers his face with his hands, his head thrown back as he grumbles.

“Can you two cut it out?” he asks, obviously annoyed.

“What is it?” you ask, confused as to what you had done.

“The pet names. Oh my god, I can’t deal with it any more, you two are so annoying,” Michael complains.

“What do you mean?” Luke questions defensively.

“I mean that if I hear one more ‘babe’ or ‘dear’ I’m gonna murder both of you,” Michael exclaims.

“I didn’t think we did it that often,” you say, scratching your head and trying to recall the many times you used a nickname for Luke. You guess you just got into the habit of it and didn’t notice.

“Oh, trust me. You do,” Michael sighs.

“Is it really that bad?” you asked.

“Trust me. It is.” Michael says, clearly becoming more and more done with this conversation.

“Do you really have to murder us if we do it?” You asked quietly.

“Trust me. I do.”

“Hey, can you pass me my phone charger, uh, Luke?” You questioned, catching on and stopping yourself from calling him ‘honey’.

“Here it is, babe,” he tossed the cord across from the desk he was seated at in the hotel room to you.

“Don’t do that,” you muttered.

“Do what, dear?” 

“That. Dear. Michael got mad at us. He thinks we’re annoying,” you stated simply, even though part of it pulled on your heart in a weird way you couldn’t explain.

“So? It’s not like he can control our lives,” Luke shrugged, surprised you were taking what his friend had said so to heart.

“But if we do it he’ll apparently murder both of us in an alley,” you repeated what Michael had threatened you and Luke with.

Luke laughed at your seriousness, “Well he never said in an alley,” he pointed out, standing up to sit on the bed with you. “And either way, when did we start giving a shit about what Michael asks us to do?”

“I dunno. I just don’t wanna upset anyone,” you say indifferently, even though this hurt a lot more than it should. “Or get murdered,” you added, trying to lighten the mood.

Luke laughed, before saying, “you’re not upsetting anyone, babe. It’s just Michael being a dick, who knows why.”

“But still if he doesn’t like it” you persisted.

“If he doesn’t like it then fuck him. He can’t weigh in on our relationship. No one can,” Luke argues firmly.

Finally it clicks for you both, why this hurts more than it should. What Michael said is just a softer version of the comments you would read on your Instagram posts with Luke, or vice versa. The constant nagging and insults from outsiders, people who aren’t even in the relationship, yet believe they know what’s best for both of you. 

Luke and you have made an effort to ignore what people have said, but sometimes it’s hard to. But you two love each other too much to listen to them, and that’s what’s important.

“And if he thinks that was bad, I think we gotta show him just how annoying we can be,” Luke states.

It was an hour before their next show, and Luke was waiting for you to enter the dressing room. You guys had devised a plan, okay, it wasn’t a plan, but it surely was a form of vengeance.

Once you entered, Luke immediately yelled “HEY THERE,” he paused for dramatic effect, “PUMPKIN.”

You held back your giggles before replying “Hi,” a pause to emphasize your next words “Honeybums,”

Michael, who had previously been trying to take a nap calmly had opened his eyes to the ruckus being made.  

“Whatcha doin’, sugarkins?” Luke questioned, coming up with the grossest, most extra pet name he could. 

“Nothin much, how bout you, my sweet cinnamon bun?” you asked, cringing at your own words, topping Luke’s pet name. You reached over to squeeze his cheeks to continue with this over-the-top acting.

Michael closed his eyes again, trying to stay calm during this interaction.

“Oh, just thinking of you; my other half, my true love, my soul mate, my heart’s desire,” Luke went on, stifling a laugh as he observed Michael’s slow descent into madness. Michael had turned around on the couch, covering his ears with his pillow, although it did nothing to block out what you said next.

“Have I ever told you, you, my kindred spirit,” a loud laugh escaped Luke’s mouth at your words, “are the Romeo to my Juliet?”

Luke cleaned up his act, stopping himself from laughing more, before continuing what you had been saying.

“The Sherlock to my Watson?”

“The lightning to my thunder?” 

“The salt to my pepper?”

“The peanut butter to my jelly?”

The list continued, Michael becoming more and more aggravated with each one. 

“Oh, my sweet prince, you mean so much more to me that that,” you said, dramatically reaching to stroke his cheek, looking into his eyes before completely losing it.

Luke’s head fell back, his chest rising and falling quickly as he roared cries of laughter. You fell onto the couch next to him, your feet giving out under you as your whole body was swept up with so much emotion.

Michael had reached the limit, no longer being able to take all of this crappy acting and yelling coming from you two. He stood up quickly before yelling out the dressing room door, “CALUM! GRAB THE KNIFE!”

IM A NEW WRITER FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. ALSO I HAVENT GONE THROUGH FOR ERRORS SO EXCUSE ANY OF THOSE.

#this took so long #if theres one thing im good at it's procrastinating #anywho #someone gimme feedback #i kinda dont like the ending #so someone tell me if its good #does it make sense? #knife as in hes gonna murder them #except he wont #bc michaels a sweetheart #5sos #5sos3 #youngblood #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemmings smut #my writing

[shady-glasses]

(31) Question For Your OTP - SeroKami

Is it SeroKami? KamiSero? Idk man. @tenseii told me to post this so they could read it so here you are!

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1. Who in your OTP is the serial butt-slapper and who is constantly getting their beautiful butt slapped?

You would think it's Kaminari? But it's actually Sero. A good slap on the butt after a good training session amongst bro's that leaves Kaminari flustered and red faced mayhaps?

2. Who wants to be immortal and who wants to die before they’re old?

Kaminari is ready to go okay, but Sero is like “death? Nah.. not, yknow, feeling that..”

3. Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one?

Kaminari tried to smoke once in high school to look cool, and Sero would put up a big fuss, which Kaminari actually appreciated because it gave him a perfect excuse to stop and, thank god, he actually hates smoking.

4. Who always has cold hands and who is always warming them up for them?

Sero is a skinny tol boi with zero circulation who always has freezing hands. Kami 'warms them up' (i.e Sero puts them up his shirt and uses his lower back for warmth while smiling as Kaminari shrieks)

5. Who plays candy crush in important meetings and who elbows them in the ribs to make them pay attention?

I'd say Kami, except for instead of candy crush, it's the minecraft pocket edition.

6. Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?

I empathize with this cuz?? thats me af?? but I'd say Sero during exams. He probably stays up all night and crashes right after so Kaminari piggy back carries him back to the dorms, but not before drawing on his face.

7. Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously?

They both kinda stupid lol. But Kaminari is by far the one who tries to 'wing it' the most.

8. Who takes their coffee black and who likes it with milk and two sugars, getting called a pussy by Person A?

Sero doesn't even really like coffee, however, when he has it he takes it b l a c k because unlike SOME people,, hes not a pussy

9. Who initially seems shady but turns out to be a cinnamon bun, and who initially seems like a cinnamon bun but turns out to be shady?

Everyone in 1a thinks Sero is soooooo soft and sooooo friendly, and they almost don't believe the  “one time he filled my shoes with whip cream at a sleep over” stories. And then Kaminari is just trying his best over here, drinking his respecting women juice, staying in his lane (most of the time).

10. Who moans and talks with their mouth full whenever they eat good food, and who tells them to stfu but can’t help laughing?

Kaminari is loud at everything he does and just doing that teenage boy thing where they moan and Sero is like “dude stop” and they make a bunch of over-exaggerated sex moans with a mouthful of cheeseburger and Sero is laughing and trying to cover his mouth like “OHMYGOODNESS, DUDE, STOP WE'RE IN PUBLIC!”

11. Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist?

Kaminari just like.. hugs.. okay.. like, he and Kirishima are chronic platonic cuddlers, but that doesn't mean he's had his fill of boyfriend hug time so

12. Who still buys juice boxes and fruit snacks to put in their lunch?

Kaminari FOR SURE. He may be a 22 year old pro hero with a real job, but fuck you fruit-by-the-foot still go just as fucking hard as they did when he was five so yes he's still going to eat them

13. Who packs the other’s lunch and who repays them in sexual favours?

You know Sero does the shopping, so that is def where the fruit snacks in Kami's lunch come from so, y'know, Kami has gotta show his appreciation somehow? ;) ;) ;)

14. Who leaves notes in the other’s lunch and who tells them they’re dumb (but secretly has a collection of every note Person A has ever written them)?

They both do! But not just in lunches, also on laptop screens, on the bathroom mirror, on the microwave, etc. Being pro heroes mean it's hard to find time to see each other even when they live together, so little notes get left out to show they were still thinking of the other.

15. Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, “Breathe…”?

Ohhhh def Kami, cuz lets be real, its 100% his first kiss, and he's really scared of fucking it up.

But it's short and goes fine, and is so much more perfect than he imagined, and he thought all first kisses were supposed to be awkward but? It wasnt? And all the emotions build in his chest and he's not quite ready to open his eyes yet because it's kind of a lot right now. And he can feel Sero's breath ghost over his lips as he run's a hand through the buzzed blonde hair at the back of his neck and tells him to, “Breath” with a little laugh.

16. Who gets arrested for a petty crime they committed by accident and who bails them out?

They heroes so probably no criminal records BUT Kami did get detained y police after a drunken fist fight with Mina in a denny's parking lot (long story, but she won).

17. Who grabs the other’s hand just as they’re getting out of bed and pulls them back under for cuddles?

Sero is def the “5 more minutes” kind of guy, and his boyfriend has, yknow, actually fat on his body, so hes w a r m, and so knew apartment law is he can't leave right now its officially illegal because Sero would freeze to death and that'd be murder

18. Who gets mad about something unrelated to Person B and punches the wall, and who patches it up and kisses it better?

Neither cuz thats a unhealthy habit yo, but have they taken blow's for each as pro heroes? Yes they have! Sero is probably more likely to take a hit, and shrug off any injury though.

19. Who has the plain black phone case and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay?

Kaminari thought the sleek black would be cool and edgy, but hes also clumsy, and has almost dropped it a LOT. So Sero buys it for him and Kami uses it just to spite him.

20. Who likes to drive with the music blaring and who is too shy to sing along?

They both blast their music, and when alone will sing along with each other (power ballad duets?) but with others Sero will usually only hum along as he's not the most confident in his voice.  

21. Who’s the fantastic kisser and who has the beautiful eyes?

Sero is probably the better kisser, but they both think the other person has the prettier eyes. And yes, they have fought about it.

22. Who has the sunshine smile and who has the seductive gaze?

Sero has that smil, you know the one okay. And Kaminari “sex eyes” Denki doesn't have the most perfect teeth, but he has a whole lot of libido to make up for it lol.

23. Who gets offended by the intensity of the other’s crush on a celebrity?

Sero logically shouldn't be jealous of Briteny Spears but like.. how can he compete with that? It's Briteny Spears, she is far superior than him, he wouldn't stand a chance! So yeah he's a little bitter about it, and kinda wishes his boyfriend would pick a less pretty celebrity to crush on.

24. Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed?

Kaminari is that kind of guy who's mark's go up like, 20% after he gets glasses because “Wait, the write the notes on the board too?” or some shit. But glasses are kinda lame in his books, so he wears contacts, and tells literally no one about it at first. Sero likes them though! He thinks they’re cute.

25. Who cheats on the other then immediately begs for their forgiveness?

Sero: I dont want to hear it

Kami: BABE IT WAS JUST ONE NIGHT! I PROMISE!

Sero: Go cry to Briteny, cuz i honestly dont care

Kami: It was one concert! How could I pass up Britney Spears LIVE in concert?

26. Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms?

Sero is just nice okay? How was he supposed to know that girl at the side bar was flirting with him, he just thought SHE was being nice? He legitimately doesn't notice anything is wrong until he has a possessive hand around his waist and a lapful of his boyfriend to help him clue in.

27. Who orders a milkshake with their food and who orders a soda?

Tbh they broke, so they go splits and get a rootbeer float, because compromise

28. Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%?

Kaminari is a walking power outlet so he is fearless when it comes to phone battery like “yeah I can make a phone call with 3% it's fine” and Sero over-charges his phone so know the battery drains super fast now. 

29. Who has the excellent singing voice and is always singing around the house (and for Person B), but has no interest in going professional?

Kaminari actually has an amazing singing voice, probably because he has been singing for as long as he can remember. The pro hero life has always been the life for him though, so he'll stick to small 1 person concerts for his boyfriend while making eggs.

30. Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)?

Kaminari may be a fashionably challenged preteen but he glows up okay? So he has WAY to many shoes than he needs, and Sero does not care for it. Sero has like, 5 pairs of shoes tops, and ofc he doesn't wear shoes in the apartment because he's not an animal.

31. Who takes their liquor on the rocks and who likes it neat?

I feel like after the 'fighting mina in a denny's parking lot' thing Kaminari isn't much one for hard liquors anymore anyways. So Sero is way more the kind of high class scotch guy.

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