#someone said 'is that niall' i can't breathe

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have the fifth part to our college/university rec list. If you'd like to check out the first several parts, you can find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) I Can't Get You Off My Mind (I Still Crave It) | Mature | 4,531 words

"You're an idiot," It was Lya's time to interrupt. "Why would you want another guy when you already have yours? Don't you ever get tired of those silly games?" "It is different!," Louis defended himself again, mouth open. "How come it is different?," Lya asked again. "I love Harry," it was easy like breathing. "He's the love of my life, I'm going to marry him," Louis looked around, until his eyes looked with Harry's, glossy and vibrant. "That guy was just a hook."

2) Azaleas Where Your Face Should Be | Explicit | 5,626 words

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Harry and Louis having some sexy time and some sappy time and sometimes both at the same time.

3) Spaces Between Us, Hold All Our Secrets | Not Rated | 6,441 words

The thing about Harry is, is that he is the most wonderful guy you´ll ever meet. He is kind, compliments you on things you are usually insecure about, which shows he truly pays attention to who you are as a person. And he befriends everyone. Except Louis.

4) Cut Me Up, Kiss Me Harder | Mature | 9,431 words

A group of friends, a slightly drunk alternate version of spin the bottle, and the universe having a wicked sense of humour may just be enough to bring one bratty omega and a tired-of-said-omega’s-bullshit alpha closer than they’ve ever been. In more ways than one.

5) Hook You Up (Charm You Down) | Explicit | 9,600 words

Swiftly, Harry raises his right hand to his head. Bringing two ringed fingers up, he touches the brown hat sitting on his head, tipping it with a raise of eyebrows in the direction of Peter Pan. He punctuates the whole action with his signature smirk. The reaction is almost immediate. Like Harry hoped it’d be. Though he expected the grin he received, he can’t say he directly expected the man to come forward his way. But he surely isn’t going to complain. “Captain! Fancy seeing you there,” Peter Pan says when he reaches Harry’s space. And wow. Seeing it from up close, Niall was right. Face of an angel, totally Harry’s type and all that. 

6) The One Who Stays And The One Leaving You | Mature | 10,315 words

Fuck. He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles.

7) Behind Closed Doors | Explicit | 10,332 words

“You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.” Liam’s eyes grow wide. “No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take. “Yes.” “How do you know?” Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking. “Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.”

8) Sunshine On My Mind | Explicit | 12,704 words

Seeing Harry as an actual professor will never get old to Louis as his eyes soak him in. The casual attire of a student-teacher is gone and now Harry’s got on a button up under a sweater vest that both have stripes on it because someone with a face like Harry’s can actually pull that off. His beige trousers ride up high on his waist, loose and wide around the legs like he’s been preferring lately. By the time Louis’ done taking all of him in, he’s got a smile stretched wide across his face, cheekbones feeling like they’re about to burst just from happiness alone. “Hello Professor Styles."

9) You Know It Ain’t Fiction, Just a Natural Fact | Not Rated | 13,312 words

Harry is the golden boy of the college football's team, Louis is their professors' golden student and they definitely don't have anything in common. Falling in love would be dumb.

10) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

11) Wake Me Up With It | Mature | 13,699 words

“Oh god, I sound like a rapist now.” Louis gave a soft, sympathetic giggle, shifting on top of him, and that was when he noticed he was hard, as well. “No, Haz. You fucking me while I'm still asleep and waking up to a dick in my arse? That sounds fucking hot.” “I’d, like, discuss it before. Like get consent for it before.” “Obviously,” Louis rolled his eyes, staring up at Harry with a sad expression. “I’d let you do that to me, Harry.” “What?” Harry blinked, sure the world was ending by those words he never thought he’d ever hear in his life. The words sounded muffled to him, like he was swimming.

12) I Couldn't Face A Life Without Your Lights | Mature | 15,549 words

Louis and Harry are college students who haven't been the same in the past two years.

13) Give My Heart A Holiday | Not Rated | 17,222 words

AU where Louis and someone else both like Harry but Harry obviously likes Louis and is oblivious to the other person with scenes like Harry’s sitting with his legs on the coffee table and the other person wants to walk across and Harry doesn’t see them, so they have to say excuse me, but when Louis wants to cross he doesn’t even have to say anything because Harry sits up, puts his feet down, and gives his undivided attention to Louis.

14) There’s A Hole In My Heart (And It’s Got Your Name On It) | Explicit | 19,508 words

The four scream from the stands as the team huddles together, pulling their helmets and gloves off and slapping each other's backs as they celebrate their win. Louis had stolen a pom-pom from Mal earlier and he shakes it vigorously. His breath hitches when Harry looks up and their eyes meet. The hockey player smirks at him but looks away quickly. “Did he just-” “No.” Louis quickly stops Jade from even finishing that sentence because he’s about to lose his damn mind

15) Kiss And Tell (Me A Lie) | Explicit | 19,827 words

It takes three friends, a video game, and an arse tattoo for Harry to realize the truth.

16) Lovin’ Online | Not Rated | 27,627 words

“Huh?” Harry asks, muffled by his forearm. He feels lips on his face and the tip of Louis’ nose against his ear when Louis repeats himself. Brain sluggish with sleep, it takes a moment for him to process the words, but his eyes snap open, and he’s met with darkness. He's got to be dreaming, there’s no way Louis just said what he thinks he said. “What did you say?” He can see the vague shrug from Louis before he turns around to toss the towel with the pile of their discarded clothes. “Did you say…” he starts slowly, automatically slinging his arm around Louis as he gets back into bed and throws the blankets over them. “That we should make a sex tape?” Louis asks rather nonchalantly for such a big proposition. He cuddles easily into the warm body and confirms, “Yes, I did.”

17) Science & Faith | Mature | 36,442 words

Louis Tomlinson is a science major who's dedicated his life to proving that love doesn't actually exist. Harry's the philosophy major determined to prove him wrong.

18) You Could Be The One That I Love | Explicit | 39,797 words

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Niall waved off. “Now, let’s talk man to man to man. You two have had a crush on each other since uni. Now’s your chance to finally get something going. I could see the sparks and connection and attraction back then and I can still see it now, God damn it! You’re just denying fate at this point.” He looked impassioned, his blue eyes wide and imploring. Louis shook his head again and chuckled. “You can’t just snap your finger and expect us to, like, get it on.” “I’m not,” he reasoned. “I’m merely telling you to do something about it.”

19) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic. Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

20) Nothing Quite Hits Like You | Explicit | 81,098 words

For many centuries, Inferis Lamia had been a college strictly for higher magic alphas, where most rulers of the Underworld had reached their Divine Enlightenment to become the alphas they were now. However, that year, for the first time since it was founded many centuries ago, the academy would welcome omegas from the Underworld, giving them the same opportunities alphas had, the same education.

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[hugsandharrystyles]

The Cuddle Fix

another angsty and smutty piece (someone stop me)

word count: 4,212

warnings: harry being (and having) a big dick :/, meanie words, sexual content (duh), dirty, dirty things

summary: Harry hates you, but he loves cuddles, and that becomes a problem.

If there was one word Harry's friends would use to describe him, it would be touchy.

A big snuggle slut is what they call him behind his back. He's a completely animated person- always talking with his hands and brightening a mediocre story into what could be a Colleen Hoover novella. He's exuberant and intense to everyone around him.

Except you.

You don't know what it is about yourself that seems to shake something so deep and dark inside of Harry. On multiple occasions, you've tried to talk out the childish mimics he plays, but he only scoffs, mumbling something under his breath before walking away in the opposite direction. You don't understand the hatred he feels towards you.

And you definitely don't understand why you're friends call him "Lovebug".

He definitely is a big grump, but he's never outwardly mean to yours and his friends like he is to you.

He glares and huffs and makes fun of you.

You just wish you knew why.

That being said, you try to push the thoughts of Harry to the back of your mind as you pack. Yours- and Harry's friends- all have decided to take a small getaway to celebrate finals being finished. You're extremely excited to be away from your raggedy apartment for the weekend in some fancy cabin, but you can't help but worry about the things Harry is going to say to you. You weren't even going to go in the first place, but Niall, your closest friend, convinced you otherwise and promised to keep Harry in check.

As soon as you finish packing, you hear a light knock on your door. It must be Niall.

You scrounge around to get all your stuff together and head towards the front door, lugging everything awkwardly with you. You open the door and beam at your best friend.

"Niall!" You greet him, and he encapsulates you into his arms for a hug.

"You ready to go, love?" He asks, and goes to retrieve your suitcase for you.

"Yeah! Let me just grab the cookies I made for the roadtrip. I figured we'd get snacky," You smile and are about to move towards your kitchen when Niall stops you.

"Y/N, just one thing."

"What is it?" You ask, questioning the guilty look on his face.

"Mitch rented a big van so that we could all carpool together. It won't just be the two of us for the ride." You understand what- who- he's alluding to at the end. Your inhale is shaky, but you plaster a smile on your face. "That alright, love?" He asks.

"Of course! I'll be- I'll be fine," You settle, and you don't know who you're trying to convince more- Niall or yourself.

"You're perfect," He grins and kisses your cheek, making you giggle and run off to grab your bag of freshly made cookies.

"Let's go," You whisper, and lock your apartment behind you. As you step outside and make your way towards the van, you underestimated how chilly it would be for the late afternoon and suddenly wished you wouldn't have packed your jacket up. You'll just have to suck it up.

Niall loads your things into the trunk of the van, and you both head inside it once he's finished.

"Hi!" You greet everyone with a smile as you move to your spot in the middle row, right in front of Harry. You were praying that for some off reason he wouldn't be here, but it seems unlikely now. Everyone smiles and greets you back, and you get settled in your seat, Niall sitting right beside you. "I made cookies, but I didn't know we were all riding together, so there's only about one for everyone," You explain, hoping there are no comments from the jerk in the back.

"Well, that's lovely, Y/N. Thank you!" Sarah cheers and reaches back for the bag of cookies, already stealing hers. You laugh and hand out the rest as the van starts to drive off. You turn around despite the pit in your stomach and manage a small smile.

"Would you like a cookie, Harry?" You whisper, and cower at his glare.

"I'd rather not get cavities. I'll pass," He shrugs you off.

"Oh! I didn't make them with real sugar! I know how-"

"Learn how to take a hint. I don't want anything you have to offer," He seethes, a cocky smile shining at your frown.

"Sorry," You whisper.

"Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up and whine in the back alone?" Niall seethes back at him. Niall and Harry have been close for a very long time, but even he doesn't get why Harry hates you. He's never been able to get it out of him.

"Sorry I wouldn't want anything from a girl like her-"

"Hey!" You hear Sarah yell at him. "Leave your bitchy attitude at the door for this weekend or no cuddles from any of us. She's done fucking nothing to you," She shouts aggravatedly at him.

"Jesus, none of you can take a joke," He huffs.

"I'm being serious, Harry. No hugs, no-"

"Alright, alright! Shit, my mouth is sealed," He says and mimes himself locking his mouth closed.

"Good. And I'm eating your cookie," Niall says and shoves the cookie into his mouth.

You fight the urge to turn around and smile in the bastard's face.

The roadtrip has turned into hell for everyone. The van's A/C stopped working an hour into the trip, and it all went downhill from there. Everyone was grouchy and ready to call it a night. Mitch made the executive decision to pull into a motel for the night.

You moped your way out of the van, Niall's arm wrapped around you to keep you warm. Harry had been surprisingly quiet since everyone told him off. Only making snide comments when he deemed it appropriate.

"We need three rooms, please. Two with a single, and one with two beds," Mitch tells the old guy at the motel counter. You're rubbing your arms together for friction, and you hear a snicker to your right.

"What?" You ask Harry, nowhere in the mood for his teasing tonight.

"Oy, chill out, Elsa- no pun intended," He laughs at his own joke, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Can you just leave me alone for the weekend?" You ask quietly, stepping closer to him. He smiles devilishly and leans down.

"You wanna know something? I hate girls like you. I want nothing more than for you to not be here. That's actually what I was dreaming about on the ride here. So if you're going to be here, stop giving me reasons to make fun of you, and maybe I'll leave you alone, 'kay?"

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"Hey guys, so all they have open is two bedrooms with one bed in each. Mitch and I will take the room with the queen, and you guys and Niall will share the one with the king," Sarah explains, giving you a sad smile.

"That's- that's fine," You say, trying hard to not let your voice quiver.

"Speak for yourself, gremlin," Harry spits. You've had it. You turn around and grab onto his collar, making everyone in the group grow wide-eyed. You yank him to your level and stare him dead in the eye.

"Leave me the fuck alone," You seethe, staring at his eyes that are flickering between your eyes and your... lips? "My eyes are up here, dumbass," You spit and let go of him. He's visibly at a loss for words, and you just roll your eyes. You grab the key from Niall and make your way to your room.

Things have been quiet since everyone made it to their respective rooms. You headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower and rinse off your anger. You heard Harry and Niall following you the whole way to the room, but you couldn't care less in the moment. You'd apologize to Niall later. Once out of the shower, you change into shorts and a t-shirt and brush your teeth. You just want sleep.

You take a deep breath before unlocking the ratchet door. You're thanking your lucky stars when you're greeted with just Niall in the room. He's already sound asleep on the left side of the bed, and you smile. Hopefully Harry found some other room to sleep in.

You climb your way into the bed, and right as you're about to click off the lamp on the bedside table, you hear the motel door open. You gasp when an almost naked appears into your view. He's wearing only his boxers, and he's his freshly filled water bottle in his hand.

"Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you. I just went to refill my water. I didn't think you'd be out of the- why am I talking so much-" He whispers to himself.

"Eh, no it's fine. I was just about to go to sleep," You whisper.

"That is usually what people do in bed- amongst other things," He says slyly.

"And he's back," You groan.

"Scooch over. I want to be in the middle," He demands and stands over you, knees hitting the side of the bed.

"What? No, if you wanted middle, you should've been here," You sass back and glare at him.

"You're incredibly difficult," He groans and plops into the bed beside you. It's hard to have personal space to yourself in a bed with two college boys.

"And you're incredible pain in my ass."

"Oh, she fights back?" He laughs, and you resist the urge to slap him.

"Just sleep," You sigh and reach across him to turn off the light. He sucks in a breath as your breasts accidentally rub across his chest in your movements.

"Stay on your fuckin' side, would you?" He huffs, trying to sound tough, but it doesn't work. You don't give him the satisfaction of responding and turn over on your side to face Niall.

"Night, Harry," You sigh, not waiting for a response as you start to drift to sleep.

Harry wakes up gasping, almost shaking. He's just waken from the scariest nightmare that he already can't remember, but it doesn't matter. He's scared. He knows it was probably something stupid and impossible, but it still has him shaken. It also doesn't help that he's sleeping on the edge of the bed, the easiest access for a monster to reach up from under the bed and grab him. He tenses and peeks his eyes open to read the time on the clock on the bedside table.

3:27am.

Great, he thinks. He's still shaking like a leaf in the wind, and all he wants is a cuddle to make it better. Despite his better judgement, he turns over to face you and through the moonlight shining through the motel window, he can see your face smushed against Niall's chest in a comfortable sleep. Harry grunts quietly and weighs his options. Touch you or be scared the rest of the night?

He sighs and decides to just take the consequences in the morning. He slowly reaches under the blanket and feels around until he finds your waist. He tugs you in his direction, but it seems as though you are not having it. You groan in annoyance and hold on tighter to Niall, and in return, Niall's hold on you tighten.

"Both of you suck," Harry whispers and props himself on one elbow to get a better angle. He pulls you harder this time, and you whine in your sleep.

"The hell?" Niall groans sleepily.

"Give her to me, mate," Harry rasps and pulls you to his chest. Your breathing is now uneven, and Harry prays you don't wake up. He's about to explain himself to Niall, but before he can, he hears a loud snore sound from the man himself, and he thanks the heavens.

He settles down with you in his arms, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. He feels oddly safe with his arms around you, and he thinks all is good until he hears-

"Harry?"

Shit.

"Just go to sleep," He rasps in your ear.

"The fuck? No," You groan and turn on your back to see him. You notice how his grip on you doesn't lessen. "What are you doing?" You ask, obviously confused.

"Just... had a nightmare. Needed a cuddle," He explains quietly. You fight the urge to laugh.

"Hell, no. Deal with it like a big boy," You laugh and go to turn but are stopped by a huge weight on your chest. Literally. Harry had plopped himself down onto your chest and circled his arms tight around you. "Hey!"

"Shh, just let me stay," He groans and mushes his face between your breasts.

"Oh my God, this can not be happening," You gasp.

"Just shut up. I'll do anything, please."

"You're insane actually. You hate me," You clarify.

"Yeah, but you feel so fuckin' nice," He rasps. "C'mon just let me stay. Want me to finger you or somethin'?" He asks nonchalantly.

"What?!" You question, wandering if you heard him right. Harry Styles- the man who's made your life hell for the past year is asking to pleasure you. You've got to be dreaming.

"Oh, please. Spare the dramatics. You're always so wound up. I'll rub your little clit 'til you cum, and you let me lay here," He proposes. One of his hands slips out from beneath you, the other one tightening around you. His free hand skims the elastic band of your sleep shorts, and you suck in a breath. "See? I'll take care of you," He promises.

"No," You whine, but his hand slips into your sleep shorts, skimming your panties.

"C'mon, I'll be nice. Be so sweet to you, sugar. Let me apologize, huh?" He begs, planting a wet kiss to your neck. "Always smell so, so good."

"What is happening?" You feel as though you could faint. Harry hates you, so why is he begging to touch you. "You hate me," You question him.

"'M sorry," He pleads, nipping at your neck. "I'm a dick. Just let me make you feel good. Let me show you how sorry I am, baby," He begs once again.

"Promise you won't hold this over me?" You ask, spreading your legs slightly and glancing at Niall who is still snoring quite loudly.

"Would never tease you about something like this, sweet girl," He clarifies with a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "Just have to be quiet because of sleeping beauty over there," He grunts, annoyed. His face is nuzzled deep into your neck, breathing you in. His hand finally skims past the panty lining, and he's in your underwear. You feel his hand pause. "You don't shave?" He whispers.

Your stomach drops and tears fill your eyes. You knew you shouldn't have agreed.

It's as though he can feel you tense because his arm that is wrapped around your tightens roughly, not letting you move away.

"Please don't make fun of me," You whimper, turning your face away from the side he's nuzzled into.

"Y/N, look at me," He encourages you and when you don't, he lightly slaps your pussy. "Got your attention now, huh?" He asks as you stare at him wide-eyed. "I didn't mean anything by it. I actually prefer it when girls don't shave," He explains.

"You serious?" You question quietly, almost moaning when his hand starts to move again.

"So serious. It's so much messier- fucking love the way it feels," He almost whines as if he's imagining the feeling right now. "I want to eat you out so bad," He groans quietly as if it's a normal thing to say and as if he isn't literally fingering you right now.

"Harry- you can't-" You almost want to laugh at his absurdity.

"Can you hold me a bit better, hun?" He asks nonchalantly as he presses down on your clit.

"Bastard," You whisper and curl your arm around his waist. His fingers are playing with your clit deliciously, and you're having a hard time keeping your noises at bay. You rub up and down his back as he pleases you. Though, you can't enjoy the feeling for too long because you suddenly feel his hand leave you, and you have to hold back your whine. "What are you-" Before you can even finish your sentence, he's putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them. You can see the way his eyes darken even with little light illuminating the room.

"You've been keeping that from me?" He asks, his voice low and sadistic.

"Hey, if anything, you've been keeping it from yourself," You correct him. "If you weren't such an asshole, you could've been eating me out this entire time," You remark. Harry whines quietly buries his face into your chest. After staying there for a moment, much to your dismay, you feel his hand now clawing down your shirt, exposing your breasts. "Harry!" You scold quietly, but his mouth is already on you. He moans softly around your nipple before giving it a good suck. His hand now plays with your other breast, grasping and tweaking at your nipple. "Harry, just make me cum, please," You whisper-beg. You can feel his cocky smile against you.

"Anything you want," He whispers, and his hand is now back in your panties. His fingers circle around your clit for a while before going lower towards your entrance. He prods at it for a moment, still sucking on your tit, and then enters a finger inside you. He practically moans against you.

"Oh, fuck, it's tight," He groans, and you have to shush him. "So warm and so fucking wet too- Jesus Christ," He breathes. "I wanna shove my cock in you so fuckin' bad- Oh, God," He basically whimpers, placing a kiss against your sensitive and marked breast. His words are only making you wetter, only making you pulse around his pumping finger more. "When's the last time you got fucked?" He questions, laying his head on your soft stomach.

"Fuck, I don't know," You moan quietly, still keeping an eye out on Niall. God knows he'd be scarred for life if he woke up right now. "Prefer to just take care of myself most of the time," You admit and grind yourself into his finger.

"You just need good dick, baby. C'mon, why don't we go to the bathroom, and I'll fuck you real good," He offers- more like begs.

As much as you want to, you don't think Harry deserves to put his dick anywhere near your pussy just yet.

"You don't deserve to fuck me," You remind him, and you feel him push in a second finger at your response. You're having an incredibly hard time keeping your noises at bay now. His fingers are moving in and out of you at a steady pace now, and the heel of his palm is pressing into your clit so good. It won't be long before you're cumming.

"Fuck, baby, I know," He whines and bites at your stomach. "I'll prove myself to you then I'll pound you into my bed," He moans, clearly picturing the scene in his head. "Be so good for you next time."

"Next time?" You question. "This is the only time you're getting me, so make it worth every second, babe," You clarify.

His fingers stop moving.

"Fuck did you just say?" He asks, a sudden wave of dominance radiates off of him. It makes you drip onto the cheap sheets.

"C'mon, Harry. We both know this is a one time thing."

"Like hell it is," He growls and suddenly his fingers are moving fast and rough inside of you. You can't help but let a noise out at the surprisingly wave of pleasure. He shakes his hand quickly, properly fucking you out. There are quiet noises coming from under the sheets- from where your pussy is so wet and from where he's curling his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. "Oh, fuck, would you listen to that," He smiles devilishly. A moan breaks past your lips as his rough pace doesn't stop, and he quickly covers your mouth with his free hand. "Your little pussy wants me so bad. You're funny for thinking I'm not going to keep giving her what she wants." You're crying against his hand- the pleasure is driving you to the point of insanity.

Your orgasm is now approaching at a rapid pace, and your sounds are getting harder and harder to hide. Your eyes flick over to Niall who's still somehow sleeping like a rock against the shaking bed.

"Don't fucking look at him," Harry snarls, staring at your with intense eyes.

"I'm gonna cum," You try to warn his against his hand. He quickly removes his hand from your mouth and instead shoves a few of his fingers in instead.

"Cum on my fucking hand," He groans in your ear and presses the heel of his palm down hard onto your clit while his fingers shake inside you right against your g-spot.

You're crying around his fingers as your orgasm hits. Tears are leaking from your eyes, and you swear you black out for a minute. The pleasure is overwhelming, and Harry never stops or slows down.

"Stop, stop, stop," You whimper against his fingers. The overstimulation is too much to enjoy, and it seems like Harry probably knows that. He smiles and slows his fingers down until they're just resting inside of you. You're trying to quietly recover yourself as he presses kisses all over you, mumbling praises into your skin.

"Did so good for me," He whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. You finally feel like you can breathe again, and it's the first time you realize that there is something very hard and very big pressing against your leg. Before you can say anything, you feel his fingers slowly slip out of you, making you let out a low sound of discomfort. "Sorry," He whispers sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple. His fingers draw out from under the blanket, and you think he's about to make you taste them, but he instead places them in his mouth again. He moans at your taste before peering down to your doe eyes. He retracts his fingers from his mouth and instead places them inside yours, letting you clean them off. He moans at how your tongue swirls around him, and you feel his cock ache against you.

"Harry, you need to take care of yourself," You whisper when his fingers leave your mouth.

"You sure?" He asks, feeling like he could bust so quickly.

"Yes," You encourage him, and he is quick to discard his boxers. Before you can ask what he's doing, he slots himself in between your thighs, and his big dick is pressing against your pussy. "Harry!" You squeal quietly.

"Shh, I'm not going to put it in. Just want to f-feel you," He moans and rubs himself against you. You can't help but moan to. He's using one of his hands to guide himself along you and collect your dripping wetness against his dick. You can tell he's not going to last long from the way he's shaking against you and the way his cock his pulsing against your pussy.

"C'mon, baby, don't try to hold it. Just cum," You encourage him and suck a hickey into his neck.

"Fuck- just keep kissin' me," He whimpers and grinds himself against you. He wants to slip his cock in so bad, but he wants to actually be alone in a bed for that.

He's moaning quietly while looking down at you, and you can tell he is very vocal in bed. He's biting down on his lip hard as to not make noise. You grip the sides of his face and press your lips softly against his. He moans, and his hips stutter against you. He kisses you back with passion.

"Stick your tongue out, baby," You whisper and laugh quietly as he tries to get your mouth back on him. He quickly complies to your command once he registers what you've said. You slowly and sensually flick your tongue against his and circle yours around his. He moans and rubs himself slower but harder against you. You can tell he's close. You make the bold move to take his tongue between your lips and suck. This is what does it for him. His hips are faltering against you, and you feel his cum shoot against your pussy. You shut him up with your lips and rub his back soothingly to calm him down.

"It's so good," He whimpers and flops himself against your chest once he's finished.

"Did so good," You whisper and run your fingers through his hair with your other hand.

"Thank you," He keeps whispering against your skin.

"We should probably get up and clean off," You mumble, eyes fluttering closed, heavy with sleep.

"Probably," He whispers and sinks deeper against you, both of you succumbing to sleep.

#harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #one direction #harrystyles

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 1

Summary: "They say they want to make the monarchy more modern, to be closer to the people, but then your parents would prefer it if you married a guy whose Godfather is the freaking Prince of Monaco, instead of a guy from Kingston." Or the love story between Princess Eleanor, heir to the British throne, and Declan Rice, English football player. 

Author’s note: This story has been sitting on my drafts for maybe two months because I never was completely happy with it, and tbh, I still feel the same. Though sometimes those are the ones people like the most 😂 I got inspired to write it during the World Cup when people here in Spain went crazy about the idea of Princess Leonor and Gavi dating and him becoming the future King because she, apparently, is her fan and has a crush on him 😅 That's why on this story, the British Royal family has the name of the Spanish one 😁   Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ask me one more."

"Dad..."

"Just one more, please."

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. "Who is that one?" I ask, pointing at the papers he has on his hands.

"That's easy. Aaron Ramsdale, goalkeeper, plays for Arsenal."

"See? You know them all. Relax."

"I just want to do this right. You are the one into sports, not me."

"You'll be fine, you already know them all from the Euros."

"Yeah" he says, letting out a big sigh. "What about you? Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"You may be meeting one of your crushers."

"I don't have a crush on anyone on the national team."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. You watch all their games, you must fancy at least one of them."

"I don't" I shrug.

"Not even Mason Mount? I've heard girls think he is fit."

"That he is what?" I laugh.

"Fit. That's what Sophie says about boys who are handsome and attractive."

"Yes, Sophie. But not you."

"Why? Because I'm old?"

"No, because you are the King of England."

"Whatever" he says. "You don't like anyone, then?"

"No one. So you better not try anything or do what you did when we met One Direction years ago."

"What did I do?"

"Tell Niall Horan that I had a crush on him? That I had photos of him in my room?"

"Oh, yes" he chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't do it again. I learnt my lesson."

"You better. Just imagine that someone hears something and runs to the press with it. I can already see the headlines: Princess Eleanor in love with a football player. And they'll probably pick the worst option."

"Like Grealish."

"You said it, I didn't" I laugh.

"We've arrived, sir" our driver says.

"Good, good. Are you ready?"

"Ready" I say, taking a deep breath before we step out of the car.

As part of all the media events the national football team is doing before they travel to Canada for the World Cup, we are meeting with them to say our farewells and also give them a little something to remember the occasion. And when I say we, I mean my dad, King Philip of England, and I, Princess Eleanor, heir to the throne.

"Welcome to St. George's Park, your Royal Highness" Gareth Southgate says when we walk in. "The boys are waiting over here."

"Wonderful" my dad says. "How are they feeling?"

"Ready. They can't wait to get on that plane."

After a few words from my dad and the gaffer, it's time to give the players that little something we had for them: a shirt with their number and the name of all the players who have previously worn it.

"We'll do one each, ok?" my dad tells me.

"Ok."

We start calling each player, congratulating them and posing for a photo, everything going smoothly... until it doesn't. Until I froze in place when I find myself looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Your Royal Highness" he says with a smile as breathtaking as his eyes.

"Hi" I reply, my voice sounding all squeaky.

"I was looking forward to meeting you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. My mum is a big fan of yours, she says you are the best royal."

"Oh, she's too kind" I giggle. I giggled. Why did I do that? What am I, 12?

"Should we pose for the photo?"

"Uh?" I ask, still looking at him. How is he real? How is it possible that I had never noticed that Declan Rice was this handsome?

"The photo, Eleanor" my dad says behind me.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The photo" I repeat, trying to compose myself a bit.

"Big smiles... Perfect" the photographer says.

"Thank you" Declan smiles, taking the box where the shirt is, our fingers touching slightly but making me feel electricity through my whole body. And call me crazy, but judging by the way he looked at me when it happened, he felt the same.

Once we are done giving all the shirts, Southgate gives my dad and I a tour of St. George's Park, but I can't stop thinking about Declan. About his eyes, his smile, about the way that small touch made me feel. I still don't know how I managed to keep going, to be honest.

When we walk outside, some players are practicing free kicks on the training pitch, Declan among them.

"Eleanor, why don't you show these boys how it is done?" my dad says.

"What?"

"We all saw you training with the lionesses, ma'am. That right foot of yours can do things" Mount chuckles.

"But I'm not wearing the right shoes."

"C'mon, ma'am" Southgate insists.

"Ok, then. But if I end up breaking a window, or worse, my ankle... it is your fault" I say, making them all laugh.

"Ready, Rambo?" Rashford asks before shooting.

"Give me your best!" Ramsdale shouts.

"That was so good" my dad says when Rashford scores. "Your turn now, darling."

"Ma'am" Declan says, giving me a ball.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to avoid looking at him, my cheeks already getting hot. "Don't go soft on me, Ramsdale."

"I won't, ma'am" he says with that big smile of his.

"See?" I sigh after shooting and sending the ball far far away. "Wrong shoes."

"Try again" Declan says, putting another ball in front of me. "I know you can do it."

"Will you pay for the window I'm going to break?"

"And I'll carry you to the infirmary myself if you break your ankle" he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach, and my father clear his throat behind us.

"Ok" I whisper, trying to forget the thought of his arms around me and taking a deep breath, focusing only on the ball.

"I knew it!" Declan says next to me when the ball goes in, Ramsdale not being able to stop it.

"You believed in me more than I did."

"I've seen you play before, I know what you can do."

"You have?"

"Yep. When you were like... 15? You played a charity game in my area and my mum took the whole family to watch you. I remember that you scored and amazing free kick."

"Oh, wow. I don't know if I remember that day" I chuckle. "I'll have to check the photos back home. I may even see you."

"I didn't look this good, tho. You may not recognize me" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"But you still had the same eyes, didn't you? Those are hard to miss."

"Thank you, ma'am" he replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Did I just make him blush? Me? Oh, wow. "I also remember that I didn't expect a princess to play football like that."

"What did you expect, then?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I don't know" he shrugs. "Maybe that you enjoyed other type of sports, like cricket or that thing with the horses."

"Equestrianism."

"That one, yes."

"Posh sports."

"Yeah..." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head and making the muscles on his arm pop. Why did he have to do that when I was finally acting normal around him, maybe even flirting? Now I'm stuck again just looking at him.

"We must go, Eleanor."

"What?"

"It's time for us to go, the boys have to train" my dad says.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It was really nice meeting you, ma'am" Declan says.

"You too."

"See you in Canada?"

"See you in Canada" I repeat

"Great" he says with a big smile that makes whatever I'm feeling on my stomach be more intense. "Until then."

"Bye" I say, definitely smiling like an idiot.

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"That was nice, wasn't it?" my dad says once we are back in the car.

"Really nice, yes."

"Fell in love with any of them?"

"What?" I say, feeling my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

"I was only joking, relax."

"Oh" I reply with a nervous laugh.

"You are a clever girl. You know that you can't fall in love with a football player."

"Why not? You married mum and she was a journalist."

"One with a degree and a PhD, a serious career. These boys have nothing beyond money and being good looking. At least some of them" he chuckles.

"These days more and more players are studying while playing, tho" I point out.

"Still, it isn't enough. You are meant to be the next Queen of England. You must marry accordingly."

"Dad, this isn't the 15th century."

"I know, I know. But there are certain things that must still be kept in mind. So when you travel to Canada to support the team, do not fall for any of them, ok?" he laughs.

"Ok" I say, rolling my eyes and looking out the window, thinking that it may be a bit late for that.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.12

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Changlix | mention of OT8)

Word Count: 5121

Summary: After weeks of pushing himself beyond his limits Minho's body gives up and he collapses during their live performance. It's Chan who's by his side when he does and also when he wakes up again...

Warnings/Tags: angst, collapsing, hospital, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy it😊

Chp. 11 | Chp. 13

I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking I guess that means you're close by My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing I haven't been by your side in a minute, but I think about it What A Time - Niall Horan & Julia Michaels

The morning before their live performance on TV, Minho woke up feeling incredibly sick. He barely made it out of bed, and even a cold shower couldn’t help him wake up. He was mentally and physically drained, his body ached all over, and he became more nervous about his health because of the performance scheduled later. Minho sat down shakily at the edge of his bed and wrapped his arms around himself, taking deep breaths. 

Jisung came to wake everyone up for the day, and seeing Minho, he knew something was very wrong. "Minho hyung?" he asked softly and sat down next to him.

"I'm okay," he lied, smiling bravely.

“Are you joining us for breakfast?" he asked nervously. 

"No," Minho shook his head firmly.

"Hyung," Jisung sighed. "We have a performance later, you can't be serious. You have to eat something." 

"I know we are," he groaned softly. 

"What's going on? Everyone's waiting for you two and -," Chan stopped, seeing Minho. "Min?" 

"I'm fine," he said and mentally cursed himself for not locking his door this morning. 

"You don't look fine," Chan shook his head. 

"Then stop looking," he mocked him, and Chan snorted softly. 

Chan came over and crouched down in front of him, trying to make eye contact. "Min, come on, let me help," he said and gently rubbed his thighs. Minho shook his head stubbornly and bit back a groan as his stomach cramped up painfully. "You want some breakfast?" 

"No," he shook his head. 

"Why?" Chan asked gently, trying to tear down his walls.

"Hurts," he just mumbled. 

"Your stomach hurts?" Chan asked, and Minho nodded. "When did you last eat?" 

Minho looked at him guiltily for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know."

Chan hummed and searched his eyes. "Then we both know that's why you're feeling sick. You have no nutrients in your body." 

Minho chewed on his lower lip. "But I'll just throw up again." 

"We'll start out with something small and easy. Not eating at all isn't the solution, you know. It’ll just make you feel worse." he told him. 

Jisung could practically see Minho's resistance crumbling. He was glad it was Chan who came to get them, because at times like this only he seemed to get through to Minho. He looked down as their hands found each other, fingers intertwining and Chan gently fondled his knuckles. Jisung watched them quietly as Chan spoke softly to Minho and wondered once more where that had gone wrong that evening. These two just seemed to fit together so well that it had made no sense to him. Just as Chan said during an interview, they kept on finding each other no matter what. When Minho weakly leaned his forehead against Chan's he quietly got up and left to give them some space.

The door closed and Minho closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"It's okay," Chan told him.

"No, it really isn't. I promise if I survive today I'll start working on this," he told him tiredly. 

"Stop talking bullshit," Chan said and reached up to cup his cheeks. "Of course, you'll survive today." 

Minho smiled weakly and leaned into his touch. "I'll try my best."

"Do you need help with getting breakfast?" he asked gently. 

"I think I do," he nodded timidly. 

"Can I? Or do you want someone else to?" he asked and soothingly fondled his cheeks. 

Minho covered his hands with his own. "I really don't want to make this a thing in front of the kids. It's bad enough that Lixie and Hannie already know."

"I'll do it then," he nodded and planted a tiny kiss on his forehead. "We'll get you through this." 

"I think I should call mum tomorrow," he told him.

"I bet she'd be thrilled to hear from you," he nodded, agreeing.

"Channie?" he asked softly. 

"Yeah?" 

"If you don't back up now, I might end up kissing you," he admitted timidly and Chan didn't know where to look, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

"Sorry," he chuckled and tried pulling his hands away. But Minho kept them in place. "Min?" 

"You're warm, that's nice," he told him softly. "I miss you holding me like that." 

Chan stared at him for a moment before connecting their lips into a sweet, gentle kiss. Minho whimpered softly against his lips in surprise and kissed back, attempting to deepen it. Chan pulled back, blushing heavily and lowering his gaze. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." 

Minho blinked softly. "It's not like I minded." He spoke softly, secretly wanting him to continue.

"We've decided to give each other space and time. You're vulnerable right now. And I won't use that against you," Chan told him gently and chewed on his lower lip. 

"Yeah, okay," Minho nodded, looking away from him awkwardly. He understood where he was coming from. But god, did he miss feeling his warmth.

Chan turned his face back to him and gave him another short, very gentle kiss. "I didn't mind either, I just don't want you to get hurt. One thing at a time." 

Minho nodded, giving him a brave smile. "You should go and eat something, Channie. We can handle this here later." 

"You're sure?" he asked, and Minho nodded. 

-

Chan noticed once more how much of a shadow of himself Minho was right before their performance. His hair was a bit of a mess. The dark patches beneath his eyes were a clear sign of how exhausted he was. He was awfully pale and quiet and, to the trained eye, it seemed like he lost quite a bit of weight. 

Minho stood in a corner, mindlessly fumbling with the belt around his shirt, and stared into the distance. He changed his position a little and flinched when all his weight was on his injured knee. He tried to blend out the constant painful pulsing in his already heavily bruised and swollen knee. It surprised him that he was still able to walk this long. Minho didn't look in the mirror once as his makeup was applied, unable to stand the sight of his physical presence. He fidgeted with his outfit once more as he dragged himself up the stairs on stage and flinched when he felt Chan's hand on his lower back. 

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Chan asked him quietly. Although this was a major performance for the group, Minho’s health was most important. 

"I have to be," Minho shrugged and took a deep breath. Chan pressed a subtle kiss on his temple, soothingly squeezing his hip. Just this one performance, then he could rest. 

Their name was announced, and the music started, all of them taking their places on stage. Minho gave it his all, knowing he had to deliver. He was the main dancer, this was literally his job. And yet, still, he’s struggled so much with it lately. Halfway through their intense choreo, he started to get dizzy. His vision got blurry, and he felt awfully sick. After one particular jump he almost stumbled if Felix hadn't been there, grabbing his arm and steadying him enough to keep going. He found himself next to Chan during a short dance break and covered his microphone for a moment. "I'm gonna throw up." 

"Right now?" Chan asked worriedly, watching as Minho started shaking visibly. 

"If I don't pass out beforehand, yes," Minho told him and contorted his face. He took deep breaths to try and even his heart rate. 

"Go take a break, right now," Chan urged him, and Minho began to consider his words. But Minho knew he was up next to sing. 

"They'd kill me," he said before making his way to the center of the stage, smiling brightly. 

He somehow managed to sing his part before his world started spinning and his knees gave out. Minho crashed onto the stage face forward, unable to catch himself, and met the ground with a pained moan. Chan was next to him within seconds, turning him onto his back as he was too weak to push himself up. He rested his head in his lap and looked down at him as the rest gathered around them to cover them from the cameras. "Minho?" he asked worriedly. 

"I feel sick," he groaned weakly and squinted his eyes, seeing Chan double by now. A nasty ringing tone sang in his ears, and black dots started clouding his vision. 

"Minho, love, look at me," Chan tried and patted his cheek, but all he got in response was a weak moan. 

"Channie, stop," he groaned softly as the older slapped him gently. Minho closed his eyes as the exhaustion began to creep in. He was just so tired. 

"Minho, hey, stay with me," Chan said and looked up. "Fucks sake, call an ambulance!" he snapped at their manager backstage. He didn't care that his microphone was still on. All he could focus on was Minho growing unconscious. His heart was racing, and he felt like throwing up himself. This was his fault. He got up, lifted him bridal style, and carried him backstage. Minho's head fell against his chest, whimpering softly as he tried to stay conscious. 

Once they were backstage, Felix quickly removed Minho's microphone, making sure he was resting comfortably in Chan’s arms, who sat down with him. Changbin helped Chan with his and sent Seungmin to get a cold towel. 

Minho pressed his eyes closed, hand against his stomach, and doubled over in pain slightly. He felt like throwing up, but he knew there wasn't anything left. He could feel his body shutting down slowly, and it scared the hell out of him. Something cold against his neck made him flinch, someone mumbled an apology. Minho suddenly found himself being lifted up again and groaned in pain as his knee protested against the movement. "Channie?" he asked weakly once his brain registered the absence of his comforting warmth and familiar scent. 

Someone took his hand. "I'm here, Min." 

Chan. 

Then everything went dark. 

-

Minho woke up groaning softly and squinted his eyes at the bright light in the room. He looked to his left and saw a monitor with his steady heartbeat on it. Glancing down he realized he was connected to an IV and things slowly started to come back to him. He turned his head and met a pair of dark brown eyes he knew all too well. Minho immediately lowered his gaze and stared at his blanket realizing he must've collapsed and ended up in hospital. He could practically feel Chan's eyes burning holes into him. 

Chan stared at him, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he tried to figure out who'd talk first. He leaned forward and cleared his throat. "When exactly did you last eat?" 

"Hi, welcome back, Minho. How are you feeling? Oh, I feel like shit, Chan, thanks for asking," Minho snapped and shot him a glare. Chan remained silent, simply looking at him. Minho sighed and looked away from his gaze. "Sometime before the performance." 

"Don't lie to me," Chan shook his head. "You didn't eat anything after I left, did you?" 

"If you know already, why the fuck are you asking?" he asked impatiently. Irritation quickly began bubbling in his blood.

"I'm curious if you even know yourself," he told him.

"I don't know, alright? You happy now?" he groaned and glanced at the IV. "Can I leave now? I'll write up some dumbass apology for performing sick or something like that." 

"You won't do anything. You collapsed two days ago, and everything has been taken care of for you," he said, and Minho's head flew around. 

"What?" he asked shocked. Two days ago? 

Chan contorted his face, pained at the following words ready to leave his lips. "I'm also here to tell you that you're on a break. A month at least. You're going home, and your mum has been filled in."

"Chan," he protested. 

"No, Minho. There's nothing you can do about it. You clearly don't know your limits, and I can't risk losing our main dancer because of that," he explained and was barely able to look at him. "I told you to get off stage." 

"You can't be serious. That's not your decision to make!" he protested. 

"It wasn't. It was Felix," Chan told him, and Minho's face fell. "He's worried about you, all of them are. It was his idea, we took a vote, and we all agreed you need some time off."

Minho's eyes filled with tears, and this time he was too tired to hold them back. "You can't just push me away," he tried weakly. "I wanted to leave and you didn't let me."

"No one is pushing you away. Minho, you need time to take care of yourself. You collapsed live on TV in front of I don't know how many viewers. People are worried about you! Your friends are concerned about your mental and physical well being…you scared me," he told him.

"Please don't do this," he pressed out as tears started making their way down his face. "Just back off, all of you," he whimpered and hugged himself tightly. "You can't take away that one thing I'm good at, Chan. I won't let you."

"Take that break, Min. Then you're welcome to join us at the house again," Chan said quietly as Minho started crying audibly. "Felix just arrived, he'll be in soon, okay?" He felt awful seeing him like that, but it was for the best. Any other time, he would've hugged him, told him everything would be okay, and that they'd pull through. Now, he was too scared to overstep a boundary, even to take a step closer to him. "I-I thought that's what you wanted?"

"You told me we'd work this out, and you'd help me, which is why I stayed," he sniffled and stared out of the window. "You lied again?" 

"I…Min, you clearly need that time and space more than I do. You have a lot to work on, and I'm not sure if I'm the one you need right now," he tried weakly. 

"So you are pushing me away because it's easier not to deal with the damage and take me back once I'm back to my old self," he said, staring at Chan. "How is that fair?" 

"I'm not pushing -," Chan started, but Minho cut him off. 

"I was there for you, Chan! When you felt like everyone would be better off without you. I was there every step of the way. You tried pushing me away then, and you're doing it again now," he said, clearly hurt. 

"You being at home doesn't mean I can't be there for you. We have a phone for a reason, Min. I have no issue with driving to your parents' place regularly either," he said. "I'm not pushing you away. This is me trying to help you recover." 

"Leave me alone," he said. 

Chan didn't move and contorted his face. "Don't do this." 

"Please, Channie." 

Chan swallowed hard but did as he said and opened the door for Felix, who rushed to Minho's side. 

"Minho hyung, you're finally awake!" he said relieved, and stopped in front of his bed, slipping out of his sneakers. 

Minho looked up at him with teary eyes and suddenly forgot about his promise to himself never to let his younger members see him in such a way. He messed that one up with Felix a while ago, after all. He reached out for him and held back a sob. "Lixie," was all he was able to say before the younger climbed underneath the blanket next to him and wrapped him in a warm hug. 

Felix's heart was racing seeing his friend like this, but he did his best to hide it. This wasn't about him. "I was so worried," he admitted as he hugged him close and soothingly rubbed his back. 

"I'm so sorry," Minho apologized sincerely before burying his face in his chest. 

"Don't be, it's okay," Felix promised softly. 

Chan watched them for a moment and swallowed hard, realizing his spot in Minho's life was partly taken. He had been the only one Minho let his guard down around, the only one he felt okay with to cry in front of. Chan was glad that he felt comfortable enough around Felix to do so instead of trying to hold it all in. On the other hand, it only showed him how much he fucked up. He quietly left the room and hoped Felix would be able to help. 

Chan fought back tears, slowly realizing how bad things were and how much Minho had actually been hurting. Nevertheless, he had been there for him, trying to make him feel better when he was having a shitty time. He once again put himself second. Looking up, he noticed Changbin walking towards him, who had been accompanying Felix to the hospital. His friend pulled him into a strong hug and gently patted his back. "Didn't take it that well?" All Chan could do was nod. "He'll understand why we decided to do this, in the long run." 

"He feels like I'm pushing him away," Chan told him. "I'm just trying to give him the time and rest he deserves," he said weakly, his eyes filled with tears. 

"I could've told him," he said gently. "I told you that repeatedly." 

"No, he's mad at me anyway, it's better that way," he sniffled. 

"All of us would be if the rest of the group made such a heavy decision. This isn't about you, Chan," he assured him and rubbed his back. "He'll understand. Deep down a break is all he wanted." 

Once Minho had calmed down again, Felix started talking again. "He told you about the planned break?" 

"Yeah," he responded quietly, not daring to meet his gaze. 

Felix lovingly played with his hair. "I'm sorry I suggested it. But I felt like I couldn't get through to you anymore and now we had a profound reason for you. The doctors told us you haven't been eating for at least two days, which was the main reason you collapsed. They also said your body showed symptoms of severe lack of sleep and exhaustion. Also…they said if you don't take a break from dancing and exercising right now, you might not be able to perform ever again."

Minho shivered softly at the last part and closed his eyes in defeat. "It's okay, Felix, I would've done the same. It's what I wanted in the first place, just not like this." 

"I called your mum to settle everything. She knows you're supposed to rest and be careful with your knee. I told her you had a massive fight with one of the members, and it's taking a toll on you, combined with your injury and busy schedule. I didn't feel like it's my place to go into too much detail," he told him and swallowed hard before the next part. "I also told her you had trouble eating due to all that, so she knows to start out patiently and light regarding the food." 

Minho hummed softly, it made sense that she knew. "Okay." 

"I already packed your stuff and bought the tickets. You'll leave the hospital in two days, and we'll take a train in the afternoon," he explained. 

"We?" he frowned up at him in confusion. 

"There's no way I'm letting you travel alone. I'll accompany you back home," he told him, and Minho smiled a little, squeezing him softly. 

"You shouldn't have," he said gently. 

"I wanted to," he assured him.

Minho remained quiet for a while before speaking up gently again. "How are the others?"

"Jisung is worried, so he was the one who proposed a break to me. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin have been avoiding any rumors during their interviews yesterday and made sure to tell everyone you're injured and overworked. Changbinnie..has been taking care of everyone but especially Chan," he hesitated a little at the end. "Chan is blaming himself for what happened and hasn't left your bedside since you got here. He wanted to be the one breaking the news to you and see you before you leave." 

"I don't get it," Minho said honestly. "He pushes me away, denies everything in front of you all, and talks shit to save himself. The next day, he acts like he cares and even seemed like he wanted to kiss me at some point, which is why I told him to back off in the first place. It confused me, and I didn't want to just forgive him and move on like nothing happened. Then he felt like shit, and out of everyone, he ended up in front of my door. Now he's pushing me away again."

Felix hummed, agreeing, and frowned a little. "I think we all know he didn't mean what he said…but now that you two keep your distance, he keeps up that act. I don't know if that's because he wants the rest to see you have every reason to be upset. But deep down, he still cares about you a lot, he tries to respect your boundaries and acts like an asshole to do so. Maybe you two can talk again when you get back from your break?"

"Even if he apologizes again, even if he tells me he didn't mean it…how am I supposed to trust him? He promised me heaven and earth Felix. As soon as one of our closest friends asks about us, he freaks out. I believed him when he told me all those sweet things…I also believed him when he snapped that evening. I want to believe in what he said a few nights ago. How do I know what's truly going on in his head?" Minho explained tiredly. "And how often would he deny what's between us before finally standing up for it?" 

Felix nodded and mindlessly played with Minho's hair. "I wish I could answer that…but I don't think I'd feel or think much differently if it had been Changbinnie pulling this shit." 

"He was the one person I truly trusted with everything. Now I can't stand being in the same room with him," he groaned at himself. "I keep snapping at him, even if he just asks me something or wants to make sure I'm okay. Or when he pulls me in, and my brain stops like nothing ever happened. We kissed again before the performance, and he stopped, saying I'm vulnerable, and he doesn't want to use that." 

"Give yourself some time. Maybe those few weeks away from him will do you good," Felix tried. "Everyone back home understands why you're feeling this way. If Chan hadn't thought about leaving…I don't think everyone would be so nice to him right now. We all try to support you both and give each of you enough time to figure things out." Minho sighed softly, and Felix thought for a moment before speaking up again. "Chan started arguing with two of our staff members, saying no one can accompany you. It was quite intense. Chan was really pissed off and told them he wouldn't do a thing until he saw you." 

"What?" Minho asked, shocked. 

"They allowed us to come in pairs, so he took me with him, and he seemed completely calm...but when we got here, he had a panic attack because he feels responsible. He knew he fucked up that night, and he knew he made it worse by letting you go on with your destructive behavior."

"He had another panic attack?" he asked, getting a little worried. 

"It was quite…intense," he nodded. "A nurse gave him something to calm him down a little." 

"You think I should try calling him while I'm away? Maybe not seeing him will help me stay calm," he thought out loud, and Felix smiled a little. 

"If it feels right, I think that's a great idea," he agreed, gently rubbing his shoulder.

They remained silent for another while before Minho spoke up again, thinking about their live performance. "How bad did it look?" 

Felix seemed to understand rather quickly. "We looked at certain camera angles to decide how to contain the damage," he chuckled. "You look like shit right before you fall, and it's a surprise you're still conscious after dropping on the floor. But besides your fall, you don't see much because Chan got to you so quickly, and we all blocked the view." 

"Do you have your phone with you?" he asked, and Felix nodded, handing it to him. Minho searched for the video and sucked in a sharp breath seeing himself. "You're right, I do look like shit," he laughed and rubbed his face. "I have no idea how I managed to pull through up to that point." 

"Me neither," Felix chuckled. "It's a surprise your face didn't bruise." 

"I think I kind of landed on my arm because I didn't feel any pain in my face hitting the ground," he told him before handing his phone back. "One way to start your vacation." 

"Idiot," he laughed. 

"Oh, and by the way, Chan calling you love made the news, combined with you collapsing," Felix told him. 

"I told him so often to take the damn mic off when things get personal," Minho groaned. 

"Yeah, well, Chan will have to come up with something for that if someone asks," he shrugged. 

-

Two days later, Minho sat on the sofa back at the house and scrolled through his phone, waiting for Felix. They'd be leaving soon, and Felix confined Min to the sofa, not allowing him to walk upstairs and get his suitcase. He sighed softly and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Somehow, he was glad to go home for a while, see his mum, and take care of his cats. Nevertheless, he'd miss his second family and his work. The front door suddenly opened, and Jisung, Changbin, and Chan wandered inside. The two younger ones spotted him immediately and rushed over excitedly. "Minho hyung!" Jisung cheered and gave him a tight hug. 

Minho chuckled softly and returned the hug, only to gasp for air as Changbin wrapped his arms around both of them. "Help," he pressed out jokingly. He didn't get much of a break as Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin stepped inside a few seconds later, rushing over to hug him as well. Minho sighed softly but let them continue knowing they were simply worried. He giggled as they all gathered on the sofa around him, finally letting go of him again. Looking up, he met Chan's eyes, who was leaning against the kitchen island a little further away from them. A small smile rested on his lips, watching the kids gathering around Minho excitedly. Minho bit back a sigh and signaled him to take a seat as well with his eyes before focusing back on Jisung, asking him how he was. Not much later, Felix was back downstairs with Minho's suitcase and a small backpack for himself. "Minho hyung, let's go." 

Minho pushed himself up, squinting his eyes as black dots danced in front of his eyes. He cursed quietly to himself and let Seungmin hold him for a moment before exhaling softly. "Alright then, let's get this over with," he sighed, playfully annoyed and opened his arms. The others laughed at him before all walking up to him and giving him a hug goodbye. Chan stayed in his seat, watching them quietly before meeting Minho's eyes again. "Come here," Minho said gently. 

"What?" he asked stunned. 

"I won't offer again. Come here and get your hug goodbye, or I'll leave without it," Minho said impatiently, and Chan got up a little confused. 

"Are you su-?"

"Oh, for fucks sake, Channie," he groaned and pulled him into a hug. Chan stiffened in his hold for a moment before wrapping his arms around him and hugging him back. Minho met Felix's eyes over Chan's shoulder before glancing at the other members. He could see how clearly they appreciated that small gesture of him. "I know I fucked up, it won't happen again," he told him quietly. 

"Take care of yourself, okay?" Chan asked quietly enough, only for him to hear. 

Minho swallowed hard before nodding. "Take care of the kids while I'm gone, alright?" he asked just as quietly. 

"Always," he promised and squeezed him gently. 

Minho stayed in his arms for another moment, indulging that familiar feeling and warmth. He was holding onto him more tightly than he did the rest and buried his face in his shoulder. "I really don't want to go anymore," he whispered. 

Chan tightened his hold on him. "I'm only a call away," he promised. "No matter what time." 

"I'm sorry for snapping at you at the hospital," he told him quietly. 

"I know. You were feeling like shit, I kinda made it worse," he chuckled and very gently kissed his hair. 

He fought with himself for a moment before patting Chan's back, signaling he had to leave. He looked up and met his eyes, noticing a suspicious shimmer in Chan's eyes. "I'll slap you if you start crying after sending me into exile," he threatened jokingly, loud enough for everyone to hear. The others giggled softly. 

"You know I hate goodbyes," he told him, chuckling. 

"I know," Minho said before rolling his eyes, cupping his face, and kissing his forehead. "Don't do anything stupid." 

"I won't," he promised and searched his eyes. Seeing the fear in them, he didn't think much and gave himself a push. Chan leaned close and captured his lips in a kiss. 

Minho kissed back, a little surprised, before pulling back and searching his eyes for clarity. Did he just kiss him…in front of their friends? 

"I love you, okay?" he said softly, and Minho's eyes filled with tears hearing those three words, with meaning, for the first time. "Hey, we said no crying," he protested. 

Minho gently shoved his chest. "Fuck you." 

"Not the answer I was expecting, but fine," he giggled, and was cut off by Minho giving him a short, but sweet kiss. 

"I love you too," he smiled shyly. "I'll call you," he said, and it sounded more like a question. 

Chan searched his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Okay, sure thing," he said gently. "Just let me know when so I'll make some time." 

"Alright," Minho nodded before finally stepping back and inhaling softly. "Kids behave, alright?" he asked all of them and smiled softly as they chuckled at him. 

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Happy 28th! Here's my July 2023 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. Enjoy!

I Found Love In You (And I Learned to Love Me Too) by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry (166k)

After months of battling with his own demons, Louis goes back to get what he once left behind, but Harry's not sure if he showed up in time.

A journey of remorse, healing and love that's strong enough to break them down and build them back up again.

Sequel to 'love is a word, you gave it a name'.

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, Gloria_Andrews / @100percentsassy, @gloriaandrews (123k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

I Don't Wanna Face the Music by hereforh / @hereforh (95k)

Louis likes to think he's a pretty normal, typical lad. He likes spending nights at the pub with his mates, he loves football and is very close to his family. So when he moves to London for uni, he doesn’t think much will be different.

Until he makes these new friends who are nothing like his mates back home and change his life for the better - and this one boy who messes with his head from the get go and makes him question everything he has ever thought about himself.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites (86k)

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines...I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly. ***** OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.

King of My Heart by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (83k)

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.”

Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

or A Red, White, and Royal Blue AU where Hollywood elite, Louis Tomlinson, finds himself falling for the closeted Prince of England.

These Bad Omens (I Look Right Through Them) by likelarry / @likelarryfics (82k)

How on earth does someone his parents' age look so damn hot? All of their other friends look... bland and boring.

But Louis, fucking hell. He's something out of Harry's wettest fucking dreams.

Where Louis is Harry's parents' friend and teaches at Harry's university. Harry can't resist getting a taste.

So Keep My Candle Bright by whisperdlullaby (78k)

Louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

Elephant Juice by stylinsoncity / @stylinsoncity (32k)

Harry doesn't understand boundaries. Louis doesn't mind at all.

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Favorite Fics 2023

Happy 2024! I always have a hard time narrowing down my favorites. A few stats this year, I read 155 fics (according to my admittedly not 100% correct database), and it's low because I've been watching LGBTQ+ media and reading less. I had 50+ fics that I rated 5/5, so narrowing down to 14 was me cutting out shorts, holiday fics, and rereads. These are in no particular order.

All is now Harmed by Fondleeds

It's still that dreamy kind of dark, nothing seeming real, but he knows that it's time to go, to whistle for Pippa and eat whatever he's got left in the fridge and start the drive down to Molly's. He can't seem to open the door. Maybe he doesn't want to face it, this new thing. Having Louis here feels like a betrayal. Harry tries not to think about what his Dad would have to say if he saw the journo sleeping on their pull-out, here to shake a settled sheet and watch the dust fly again. - AU. Harry's a farmer, Louis writes for The Age, and it hasn't rained in the Bourke Shire for six years.

Why I Like It: This is Excellent, but after 123K words, it's a WIP. Unfinished since May 2022, but that said, the writing is gorgeous, and I think that alone makes it worth the read.

2. Angels Fly by LilyBlue28

Harry is a lonely omega in the North Western White River Pack who is uncharacteristically drawn to nature and his now outdated primal instincts. He fills his days with going through the motions and clinging to the one actual friendship he has in the omega Zayn, and when he gets a chance he sneaks away to the edge of their territory to sit with the trees and the wildlife and sketch his favorite part of the river. But what happens when one day he spots the pack alpha, Louis, having an intimate moment with something, or someone, unexpected? Suddenly his quiet, nearly invisible existence gets upended, and secrets he never wanted to know quite literally won't leave him alone, and even when he tries to stay away, he keeps being pulled back into Louis' turbulent orbit. A magical love story featuring a generations long grudge, a menacing curse, and secrets that keep pulling them apart. Will they be able to find a way back to one another through the dark?

Why I Like It: Really integrated plot, soul mates/wolf story. ABO, but more wolf than human. Very involved plot. Well done.

3. Be There by mission2feelike

Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry's eyes. "So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?"

Harry nods, worried if he speaks, he'll be yelled at again, but then Niall's face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. "Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you've ever had, but how can we help?" or The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

Why I Like It: Harry and Louis take custody of Lottie's baby, but Louis breaks H's heart by sending him away. pining. kid fic. Harry is famous. Had some very lovely domestic moments, and some tear jerkers. Louis was a bit of a jerk at the beginning. Side of Ziam.

4. Butterfly Gun by Eravain - no link, this is off AO3, but DM me if you want me to share it with you, as I have a PDF.

Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true. 1940's AU. Even after six years apart, they can't forget their shared wartime childhood.

Why I Like It: I loved this gem--childhood friends to lovers. Historical Fiction. Really well written.

5. Counterbalance by YesIsAWord

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis "Tommo" Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry's class.

Why I Like It: Pretty short but very effectively written story. Pacing was good. Loved the dichotomy of Harry as a ballerina and as a motorcycle driver. 

6. Danger I Can't Hide by CelticSky

"Don't," Tomlinson's voice was low, gravelled, hiding out in the night where only Styles could hear it. "Stop it. Calm down. You can't do anything." Styles' chest heaved. Tomlinson had him pinned against the wall, his forearm strong against his ribs. The night air crackled around them and all he could hear was the overlap of their breath, desperation, exquisite need and pain and desire and longing and lingering resistance. He couldn't take his eyes from Tomlinson's lips. The way they fell open to expel air against Harry's jaw. His tongue darting out to wet them between desperate words, making them glisten in what little light there was. His eyes were lidded and unseeing as he himself looked down to stare at Styles' mouth. ~~~ Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their ordinary lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. All too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their very freedom a certainty anymore. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Why I Like It: Amazing. Research into WW2 and what it was like to be queer and hiding a relationship. loved the love story, but also the human side of the war. Very well told.

7. Have Love, Will Travel by Kingsofeverything

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there's something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

Why I Like It: super cute. Road Trip Larry. Lots of state parks, travel. Louis has a crush and of course they end up together.

8. Heading for Limbo by KingsofEverything

Childhood best friends who've fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis' family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it's been, it's as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more. When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it's all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn't the only thing between them. The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Why I Like It: I really liked this one. Slow burn, friends to not-friends, to lovers, to exes, to lovers. Word of caution, H has a gf for part of it, but it's a really nice slow awakening of his sexuality. TW for some angst/pining.

9. Glass Closets and Greenhouses by TiredTiredTz

Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters. Sources close to the pair tell us the couple have been dating for a while, with rumours of house hunting, marriage and even kids on the cards! Styles, 29, is as well known for his whirlwind love life as his chart-topping music. Most recently linked to British fashion designer Alex Millet-Sloan, Harry has stayed tight-lipped on rumours of any romantic rendezvous between himself and footballer Tomlinson, 31, yet fans online are convinced that all evidence points to #Tomlinstyles being the real deal.

Why I Like It: Could have been longer. A bit over the top meet cute w/ the twins setting them up, but over all well done. 

10. It's Fine to Fake it 'Til You Make ('Til It's True) by Sunflouwerhabit

Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.

Why I Like It: I loved this one. Super cute characters, a little bit of miscommunication, lovely, lovely boys. 

11. Like an Endless Summer by objectlesson - no link, I have this as an epub

Louis is an riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor wh he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two years. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’ formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

Why I Like It: absolutely lovely. GREAT depiction of the uncertainty of a crush liking you. slow burn, but you see it coming the whole way. 

12. The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by KingsofEverything

Louis' life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it'll never be the same.

Why I Like It: really liked this one. TW for cheating. Middle aged man in a loveless marriage realizes he's gay and falls in love with a co-worker. Could totally be a Hallmark movie.

13. Until the Pearls get Lost by LadyLondonderry

London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help. Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again. With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

Why I Like It: This felt like a fairy tale. Great writing. A bit left to the imagination. Almost werewolf-y. 

14. Write This Down by Sunflouwerhabit

"And Louis responds by kissing him. He closes his eyes and presses their lips together and hopes it’s enough to distract from how those words cut and extracted critical pieces of his heart, his soul. Louis kisses Harry to avoid sobbing, yelling, pleading, begging him to never, ever use words like always or never or I promise, because they can’t. They don’t have an always. Nevers will forever remain a mere dream. Time has run out for commitments or oaths or pledges and if Louis is going to be okay- if he’s going to enjoy this time with Harry and then let him go and still feel whole- he can’t let himself start thinking long term. He can’t let this become emotional; something more than silliness and fun and sex. He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week. 'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.' Louis kisses him harder."

Why I Like It: I really loved this contemporary romance. Lots of angst, boys being stupid thinking they are protecting each other by not communicating. But ultimately a lovely story. New favorite.

#fanfic #fic recommendation

[iguana-eyanna]

Make My Own Decisions

Pairing: Lewis Capaldi x Horan! Reader

Summary: Before you and Lewis make your relationship public, there's one person that you have to tell first: your brother, Niall Horan.

Warning: cursing, slight violence, mentions of alcohol

You were packing your things for a short trip back home to be with your family. Nonetheless, you were happy to finally catch up with your brother, Niall, who has been traveling for work. You both tried to catch up as much as you can, but you haven't disclosed about your relationship with his close friend, Lewis Capaldi.

When Niall introduced you to each other at an award show, Lewis forgot to breathe. He thought you were the most beautiful girl on earth. He wanted to date you right from the start, but Niall always told his friends that his baby sister was hands off.

Lewis decided right then and there that you were just a crush, but you were also having the same feelings for him. You wrote your phone number on a napkin and slipped it to him discreetly that night. From there, the rest was history.

"He's going to kill me." a voice said out loud. You turn to your left and see your boyfriend leaning by the door frame of your shared bedroom.

"He won't, I'll make sure of it." You said casually as you zipped your luggage.

He groaned as he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not joking, he's not going to like it when we tell him we've been dating for about a year, living-"

"in sin?" You ask, sarcastically.

He lifts himself up, showing you a serious face.

"Together." he corrects you.

Lew really looked up to Niall, he had so much experience with the world and often gave Lewis advice on music.

You felt a bit of pity so you crawled onto his lap, holding onto his shoulders as his hands fly to your waist.

"Knowing my brother, he will react like the drama king he is. But he knows deep down that I'm old enough to make my own decisions, especially when it centers on who I date. When mum told him that I was going to my first school dance with a boy, he left in the middle of his tour just to scare the boy off."

"That's not helping." Lewis said.

"What I'm trying to get at is... I'm not dating any other boy. I'm dating you, Lew. Niall knows what a great guy you are and that shouldn't change because you're dating me. So I'd say we just rip off the bandaid when we go to my mum's home."

Lewis smiles at you, hugging you closer.

"Alright then, to taking off the bandaid." He says.

You smile as you brush your fingers through his hair, about to lean in for a kiss.

"Pack up handsome, we got a flight to catch." You said, patting his shoulder as you were about to get off.

Lewis scoffs, then gives his mischievous grin.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that." He replies, grabbing you back with your waist you laughed out loud as he peppers kisses on your face.

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You knock on the door, feeling excited for everyone's reaction. But Lewis looked pale, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

"Are you sure now is a good time to tell them? I mean, we just got out of a plane and I reek like that baby that was sat next to us."

"Lew, we just talked about this. They'll be fine." you said as you can hear someone walking towards the door.

Once the door opens, you see your mum gleam.

"Oh! Dear, we were supposed to pick you up at the airport!" She said, hugging you.

"Wanted to beat you to it. If Niall was there, the whole airport will be bombarded with fans."

"I can't help that I'm ruggedly good-looking," Niall said as he greeted you at the door.

You roll your eyes.

"Still big headed as always." You said, giving him a hug.

"Gah, you're just jealous bug." He says, hugging you back.

"Bug?" Lewis asks out loud.

Niall looks up, surprised.

"Lewis? What are you doing here man?" He asks, letting you go.

"I.... I'm here cause-" Lewis trailed on his sentence as Niall was still lost of hwy his friend was present.

"-your sis saw me on the flight here and said I can stay at your place instead paying ridiculous amounts at a hotel."

Niall's face was still, but you were looking at your boyfriend in disbelief.

Your brother broke into a grin and hugged Lew.

"Of course, man! You're family, you're welcome anytime." He says.

Your mom tells him to help take the luggage inside and you and Lewis walk behind them. He can tell you're upset as you haven't spoken anything to him, not even batting an eyelash.

Later on, your family starts to eat around the dinner table, talking and laughing.

"I know I shouldn't pry, but have you've been seeing anyone lately?" Your mom asks you.

You smile bitterly as you take a sip of your wine.

"Yeah, I have. He's scared of going public cause he's scared of Niall." You said not so subtly.

Lewis almost chokes but tries to cough it off. Your family didn't notice it, but you knew you were trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Damn right he should, anyone dating my baby sis has to go through me." Niall said, stabbing his steak.

"No cursing at the table, Niall" Your mom warned.

"How about you Lewis, anyone to come home to?" Your mom asks.

"Yeah Lewis, anyone in particular?" You ask.

He knew he dig his grave deep, but his inner thoughts were rapidly flying in his mind.

"I do... she's um, not like any girl I've been with. She's not afraid of anything, always stands up to her morals. Between you and me, she's funnier than me."

The whole table laughs as you smile softly, still trying not to cave in.

"What we have is amazing, I'm just... scared that I'm going to mess up in front of her family when I formally introduce myself to them. They mean everything to her and if they don't like me... I feel that she'd walk away forever."

"Oh Lewis, if she loves you, she'll understand what you're going through. Love takes time, but you also need to find the confidence to let them know you'll be serious with her." your mom said.

Lewis shyly smiles from your mom's words and looked at you to see your reaction.

You give him a gaze, knowing that he's really trying to make it work.

After dinner, you volunteered to do the dishes and saw that Lewis was coming towards you. He grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes from the dish drainer.

"I'm sorry about tonight. I know you said to rip off the band-aid, but I want them to know me a bit better before they judge me cause I'm dating you."

You sigh, folding your lips in.

"I get it, I do... But they need to know sooner or later. I don't want them finding out if they walk on us kissing or read a tabloid. They deserve to know what a great guy I'm dating."

"I'm great?" He asks. You groan and elbow him on his side as you two finish cleaning. You turn to him with a serious look, pointing your finger at him.

"I don't care if Niall is your best friend or boy crush: you need to tell him the truth. Understood?"

"Understood." He says, crossing his heart. He envelops his arms around you and holds you tightly as he places his head in the crook of your neck as you two sway back and forth.

The next day, Niall invited Lewis to play a friendly soccer competition with some of your relatives. You were catching up with some cousins off the field and you smile at Lewis trying to keep up with Niall.

During a break, Niall and Lew practice kicking the ball at each other.

Lew turns around and sees how you're looking at him adoringly.

"You know, you still haven't mentioned why you're here visiting." Niall says, kicking the ball lightly.

Lewis turns to Niall like a deer in headlights and gulps.

"I'm trying to visit my girlfriend's family. They live near here."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I know her and her family."

"I wouldn't doubt that." Lew replied.

Niall looks over his shoulder and sees you looking a bit uneasy.

"I don't like this boyfriend situation my sis has gotten herself into." Niall says.

Lew could feel his face burning up.

"She's a grown woman, she knows how to handle herself." He said, kicking the ball a bit harshly.

"Yeah, but why is she keeping it a secret? Like last night was the first time I ever heard about this guy and he doesn't have the guts to give me a call."

"Well, maybe he's just waiting for the right time cause he knows how you're important to her so he doesn't want to make a mess of things."

"Why do you even care about this? How can this jackass show that he's worthy enough to date my sister?"

Niall kicked the ball too hard and hit Lewis in the crotch. Lewis immediately falls on the ground, hugging himself.

"I am worthy of her you jerk." He groaned.

"Lew!" You shouted across the field as you ran towards them. You kneel down to check Lewis, then turned to your brother as your eyes were daggers.

"What did you to my fucking boyfriend, Niall?" You asked hostily.

"Boyfriend?" He questions, looking back at you and Lewis.

Lewis tries scrambling up as Niall's eyes began to grow red.

"Niall bud, let's just talk this out." Lew said as he got up to his feet.

"You're the one who's dating my sister?" He yells, about to grab Lewis.

Lewis tries to deflect, but accidentally hits your brother in the nose as it starts to bleed.

"Oh no." Lewis whispers as he makes a run for it while Niall screams in anger, saying that he's going to kill him. You were standing there, feeling your blood boil as your boyfriend and brother are embarrassing you.

Once they near you, you were quick enough to grab them by the ears while they groan in pain.

"You two stop playing around like kids!" You yelled as you took them to the bench.

They both sat on the end, not daring to look at each other.

You go to the cooler and took out two cans of beer, giving one to Niall for his nose and the other to Lewis for his lap.

"Are you alright?" You ask softly to Lewis, holding the side of his face.

"You're seriously asking him that over your own brother?"

"You tried to kill him!" You reply.

"Of course I had to, he lied to me! How long have you guys even been dating for?"

Lewis replies back but he grumbles under his breath, not wanting to be heard.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you spoke up for the both of you.

"We've been dating for a year now."

Niall thinks, doing the math in his head and looks at Lew.

"I told you not to even think of asking her out and you went behind my back?" Niall asks, hearing a bit of hurt in voice.

"Niall, I had enough." You raised your voice, not caring if half of your family was nearby.

"Let's make one thing clear: You have never been in charge of my dating life. I get to choose who I want to be with and I chose Lewis. I was the one that initiated it, he tried not to. But after talking, we knew we'd be perfect for each other. Other than not wanting the public to know our business, we both decided to keep things private until it became more serious. Lewis wanted to tell you as soon as possible, but he was scared you'll get yourself riled up and murder him on the spot."

Lewis gets up and holds your hand tightly, looking at Niall.

"Look man, I love your sister. I would never do anything to hurt her. She brings out the best in me and all I want to do is give her the fucking world. I'm sorry it took this long."

Niall could only look at you with no emotion.

"Are you happy?" He asks you.

You nod your head as you come closer to Lew, snuggling in his side.

"More than you know."

Niall gets up and looks at his best friend.

"You meant every word you said?" He asks Lewis.

"Yes. There's nothing in the world that would stop me from loving her, even you."

Niall sighs and looks down at the ground.

"I'm happy that you two are together. I'm sorry I've been acting like an idiot."

"Yeah, you were an idiot." You said, punching his arm softly.

Lew smiles and hugs your side. "Get in here, brother-in-law"

Niall face fell dead serious.

"Oh my gosh, just hug him" You ordered your brother.

He playfully rolls his eyes and joined in. After all of the awful antics, you and Lewis got to tell the world that you were together. Niall was happy for you two, as he now got to call Lewis his brother.

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"Is this a bad time to ask for your blessing to propose?" Lew asks.

Niall looks at Lew. "Don't make me kick another ball to your-"

"Hey, he's trying to propose here." You said.

"You know, you two belong to each other. I have no say." Niall says, walking away.

"Wait, brotha!" Lew shouts, chasing after Niall.

"I'm around idiots." You said to yourself as you walked behind them as they were fighting again.

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[acesofspadess]

Endless Love 3

a/n: make sure to go read the other parts first(they'll all be on my master list)

summary: Being on The Voice had become a quick dream of yours, and now that you were finally here... lets just say you were in for a crazy ride.

The Knockouts

You and Niall had somehow gotten closer. You would always share your joy on his upcoming album or text him your feelings on a single he just dropped. You talked all day one time about home and each other. You feel like it broke down an invisible barrier. 

You were going in today for ‘Knockouts’ rehearsals and you hadn’t seen Niall in person since battles. You were excited to see him. For knockouts you were going against EJ. He had a super strong voice and he was like an older brother to you. 

When you heard Nialls cue to come out you fixed your glasses and walked around the corner to see the beautiful boy in mention and Reba Macintire. You squished your face in your hands as always when you saw her.  “This is deadly, what?” your Irish accent thick. Niall laughed as he came up to hug you. “Look at you, aren't you gorgeous?” Reba said and EJ caught you as you pretended to faint. “Thank you so much.” You looked at Niall over Rebas shoulder with wide eyes and he smiled with an emotion you couldn't determine.

You walked over to your mic stand as Niall walked back to his chair. “Look at what you're doing to these people Reba.” he laughed. “I'm shakin like a leaf here beside ya.” Reba laughed and you spoke up through your mic. 

“You can't be nervous too.” They both laughed as you adjusted. “So the song that I'm doing is by Lewis Capaldi ‘Someone You Loved’.  I tend to go for belty and raspy songs or at least some i can modify to that and this is a song that is important to me because i went through something like this when i first moved to the states and im very happy now but id like to leave this song with a happy feeling.” you chuckled at the end feeling Nialls eyes on you.

“Excellent. That's not what i expected you to say honestly” you heard from Reba with a laugh.

You heard Niall under the beginning of the song tell Reba ‘watch this.’

~~~

When you were done Niall was clapping loudly and Reba had a look of shock over her face. “Super impressive. You sounded so good. And I know that was like 95% of what I know  you can do. I cannot wait to see your full 100%.”

“There is truly not much for me to say. You did amazing. The only thing I might suggest is cutting your last ‘loved’ instead of holdin on to it. Make it like a statement. Other than that you are amazing.” you tried the line out and agreed you liked it much better. 

When you left Niall called you back. “You did great today. Don't sike yourself out with the last line. You'll do whatever needs to be done when you get out there. Now go.” he ended with a laugh and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You waved one last time to both of them and walked out.

“She's sweet.” Reba told Niall with a knowing wink.

“She's something else.”

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“Lets go Bleu!” you heard Riley scream from his box as you walked on stage from your seat, previously watching EJ. You blew him a kiss and looked back to the judges to see Niall with a full teeth smile. You took in a deep breath from behind the mic stand as the beginning notes played.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

You started to really feel the song and move your hands from the mic to emphasise your words.

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

You let yourself go and played Nialls words in your head. 

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

You took the mic off the stand as you held your last note.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

You saw the judges reactions to your note change and it egged you on

I fall into your arms

You saw Niall close his eye in disbelief

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

As you held onto the last note you heard cheers 

But now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

You waited for only the piano to play to finish your last  few lines

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

You cut off your last ‘loved’ just like Reba had told you to and when you opened your eyes you saw all four judges standing up and clapping. You covered your face in your hands as EJ came behind you and shook you in amazement. You heard Chance speak up first.

“EJ you had an energy that felt personal. I do think that because you were so into there were moments where the pitch wasnt all the way right, but you enjoying it so much gave us the feeling we were looking for. Bleu, let me tell you something,” he chuckled. “I have never seen someone deliver such an award worthy performance like you just did.” The audience cheered loudly and you saw the judges around Chance clap for you. “Thank you so much, Chance. That means a lot.” you thanked him generously. “I would lean towards my girl Bleu.” you thanked him again as the audience clapped before Kelly spoke up.

“Bleu, I think this is a really great avenue for you. I would love to hear a record with songs like this and the one from your blind audition on it. And you're like this girl sitting next to me in school, and then all the sudden I find out that you're like this incredible singer but you never talked to me the whole time.” you heard Nialls laugh above the rest which made you smile. “You're just a really quiet and subdued girl and then you have this powerhouse voice. That alone is captivating.” you bowed to her in thanks as she moved onto EJ. “EJ i have never heard of that song, but i will be covering it shortly on a talk show near you. That song is so cool. Like the whole vibe of it. It was such a smart decision for you as a performer, and it also separates you from other people in the competition.” 

EJ thanked Kelly as you both shifted your focus to Blake. “What's up EJ?” you chuckled softly knowing the history. “Anything i didn't see in the blind auditions with your performance i got to see an entire thing without making you do a battle you know. It's huge and that was a huge performance, so good job.” EJ thanked him and he moved onto you. “Bleu, the only thing I could focus on was how exactly in the pocket it felt like you were. I thought you were really solid all the way through and because of that consistency I'd probably go with Bleu.”

You thanked him as Carson came up on stage. “Alright Niall before your tough decision give us some thoughts.”

Niall took in a deep breath before talking. “When you think of what EJs done in this competition, Adele, Smokey Robinson, to a UK indie rock band; that shows the diversity he's capable of. Everything he puts his hand to seems to turn to gold.”

EJ thanked him as he turned to you. “Bleu, the last few weeks you've just really shown what you're capable of and Lewis will be absolutely over the moon with that version of it.” you shook your head at him in disbelief. 

“Niall, it's a tough one.” Carson stated, “but the time has come. Who is the winner of this knockout?”

He took a deep exhale and you knew how hard this must be for someone who was in this position before. “I just have to go with what I see in the future and in my gut… for the coming rounds and the bulletproof-ness of  it,” he took a pause looking up. “The winner of this knockout is Bleu.” you threw your head back in shock and disbelief and hugged EJ tightly before walking down to meet Niall. He hugged you tight, “you looked amazing up there.” You smiled brightly thanking him too many times and walked off stage waving to some audience members who cheered for you. 

bleuwilson

bleuwilson H sent me money to get ice cream for winning knockout #stillcannotbelieveimhere

User5 when niall pulled her back to comfort her>>>>>>

harrystyles I didn't even get a thank you

bleuwilson should've been there 🤷🏾‍♀️

harrystyles im on the tour you told me to go on

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

WHEN YOU SMILE

For the 'Even When The Night Changes' series

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

~~~~~

@cryinginacool-way sent through an ASK: "You should do a one shot for ewtnc based on sparks fly by Taylor Swift. I just feel like it totally matches the vibe lol"

This takes place on the set of the 'Steal My Girl' music video that takes place in Chapter 6- where Y/N comes back to work after her concussion.

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for sending in this ask! It was so fun to write and I really hope you like how it turned out!

>> Warnings: Some explicit language, some cutesy flirting and sexual tension, and a chimp named Eli

~~~~~

You let out a deep breath as Harry turns around, meeting his beautiful green eyes, and a smile.

[That annoyingly pretty smile…]

"So? Think it'll be good?" He asks.

"Like you said, it's warm and you'll be wearing a coat, but you look like a rockstar! I'm loving it!"

"Then I'm loving it too!" He replies, giving you a wink, and sending a blush straight to your cheeks.

You instantly clear your throat. "Okay, well, I think you're ready to get out there then."

He steps towards you, close enough to touch, and you close your eyes for just a second as you feel the warmth of his breath on your nose.

"Thanks Sunshine." He utters, then slowly slides past you to exit the trailer.

"Anytime, Rockstar."

[Shit. You're in trouble]

You exit behind him and stand off to the side as the guys start to film a few scenes with the one and only Danny DeVito.

You watch Zayn interact with sumo wrestlers, acrobats twirling ribbons, and Louis bond with a chimp named Eli.

You find yourself smiling through the entire first round of filming.

It's announced that there will be a break, and Harry comes bounding up to you immediately.

"Is this crazy or what?" He asks, displaying a wide and dimpled grin.

[That fucking smile…]

"Yeah." You chuckle. "I can't even believe I'm here!"

"M'glad you are." He replies, placing one hand on your arm with a gentle squeeze. "Glad you're all better and are back."

[This is not good… so not good… right?…]

You clear the lump forming in your throat, before you let the butterflies take over, and your eye catches Niall fiddling with his outfit.

"I should go help him." You point in his direction.

"Okay, yeah. I'll, umm, grab you if mine needs fixing too." He smirks.

You chuckle and shake your head as you make your way over to your friend.

"Please let me help you fix this." You plead with Niall.

"What's got you so flustered?" He laughs.

"I just… umm…" you unintentionally shoot a quick gaze over to where you and Harry were just standing.

"Oh! Got it." He nudges your side with his elbow, as you tinker with some of the accessories on his garments.

"It's nothing, Niall." You slightly scold.

"Uh huh."

"You know, I could accidentally mess something up, and you'd end up butt naked out there." You exclaim, jokingly grabbing his outfit with your fists.

"No, Superstar, you've got it wrong. You want to do that to Harry. His name is Harry."

Your mouth drops open dramatically as you playfully push him backwards.

"I hate you." You smile and turn back to the setup by the trailers.

"You love me!" Niall shouts after you, causing your middle finger to flip up behind your back.

You make your way to the food table and grab a few small bags of snacks.

All of a sudden, you feel a tall presence beside you, and you quickly turn your head.

"Y/N, I have a big problem…" Harry states, with a frown on his face.

"Oh god, what?" You ask, looking all over the outfit to see what could be wrong. "Wait… you look fine…"

You look up to see him smirk. "Yeah, I just needed to hear someone say it."

"You guys are outrageous today!" You state, smacking his arm and causing the snack bags to fall to the ground. "Damn it."

Harry grabs them for you, then uses his other hand to hold yours open. Your breath hitches for a moment at the touch.

[Get it together, it is just his hand touching yours for fucks sake]

He places the snacks in your hands and he pulls his lips inward when you gaze up at him.

The directors call everyone back to set, but Harry still stands closely in front of you for what feels like another minute or two.

Your heart starts to beat faster, but you pull yourself out of the daze and drop your hands from his. "Go get 'em, Rockstar."

He licks his lips and nods as he turns away, heading up to the top of a hill where a group of ballerinas are waiting.

As Harry's scene starts, he walks through a 'green screen' door then down in between the dancers. The wind picks up and two of the ballerinas lose their parasols, so the cameras stop rolling.

Harry's eyes immediately catch yours and he shrugs his shoulders with a smile, causing you to giggle.

[That adorable smile…]

Niall appears next to you and leans in.

"Shouldn't he be naked?" He whispers.

Your head snaps over to him. "You shut it right now."

He shrugs and walks away, leaving you to stand there with a full body blush washing over you.

Once the scene is reset, they call for action, but once again the wind picks up. Only this time, something gets snagged on Harry's coat and he immediately whips his head up to find you.

Without hesitation, you make your way up to where he is, carefully removing some0 twig that got caught in the fur.

"I knew I'd need your help again at some point." He chuckles.

You shake your head as you look up at him, meeting his deep green eyes and that bright smile yet again.

[That fucking smile…]

Your attention is quickly grabbed by something in his hair, and you immediately reach up to catch the twig that is caught in it. As you untangle it all, you run your hand through his hair to fix it, letting out a sigh as you feel his soft curls glide between your fingers.

[For fucks sake, what are you doing?]

Your eyes widen as you realize what just happened, and when you bring your arm down, you are inches away from his face, unable to avoid the sight of him biting his lower lip.

"Thank you, Sunshine." He whispers softly, and you let out a deep exhale.

"Just here to help."

[That was wrong. That was so wrong. Right?]

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and turn away, making your way back down the hill, and the filming picks up again.

As the sun just starts to make its way down, the guys all run through the song a few times while standing on top of another rocky hill. Balloons are released, there's an entire circus of people in front, and it's just spectacular to watch.

The last scene to be filmed is one that includes rain. As everyone gets ready, you walk directly over to the guys and point at Harry.

"Take that off!" You demand, and instantly Niall bursts out laughing, which receives a stern glare from you.

"What?" Harry chuckles.

"I'm not about to let that gorgeous coat get wet, please, take it off."

He nods and motions for you to lead the way off the actual set. You get out of the way and turn around to see Harry smiling as he shrugs off the article of clothing. He holds it out in front of him, and as you take it, you unintentionally fix his black, barely-buttoned shirt. Your hand accidently grazes right over his butterfly tattoo and your knees go weak.

"Oh my god." You whisper under your breath.

You stare up at him, suddenly unable to keep your eyes from his, and your breath quickens. He looks just as intensely into yours, and for a moment you forget where you are.

As he keeps his eyes on you, the fake rain starts to fall.

[Aren't you supposed to be working? You have got to stay professional]

You snap out of the moment as you feel a tug on your wrist, and realize he is trying to drag you into the water.

"Harry, no!" You plead.

He, once again, bites his lower lip and you, once again, feel weak.

"I have the coat!" You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Your body, still in motion from his pull, bumps into his. You start to slip on the wet ground, but he grabs your shoulders as he catches you.

You steady and straighten yourself up.

Harry looks at you, then at the coat, then backwards to the scene of rain that is only about three feet away from you.

You can see the smirk forming as he turns back your way, but you furrow your brows instantly.

"Don't you dare." You scold.

He licks his lips then pouts, drawing your attention directly to those motions as it turns into another smile.

[That smile... you could just... kiss it. Wait, no, what?]

You're pulled from your thoughts when the directors call for them to get ready to shoot, and you sigh as you pull away.

"You got lucky, Sunshine." He laughs.

You drop your gaze and can only manage a nod as you turn and walk away. You let out a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in, and go place the coat in Harry's trailer, before finding an empty chair and melting into it as you sit down.

Filming finally finishes, and everyone mingles for a few moments afterward. Your eyes catch Harry's and he gives you another smile.

[That amazing smile…]

You feel a blush threaten to appear, so you quickly smile back and turn away. Thankfully, the day is over and you can avoid any more flustered interactions with him.

Amelia walks up next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Can you go get that coat from Harry? I think he just went back to his trailer."

~~~~~

Series Masterlist || Chapter 6

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[overnightheartbeats]

Eric & Zoe - A playlist ~ @cursivebloodlines

"A Concert Six Months From Now" - Finneas

"You stole my heart here and I couldn't listen to that band for years 'til that night last summer when you reappeared, forgot how bad I wanted this"

"If I could see the future I never would believe her"

"Fallin' in and out of love and fallin' in again"

"I'll go hungry and crazy and honest for you. I don't always get angry but I'm promisin' to if it's all that you want then it's all that I can do"

"and I'll call and I'll say, "I think you should come home" 'cause I'm tired of being your ex"

"Haunted" - Taylor Swift

"You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time but I never thought I'd live to see it break"

"Oh, I'm holding my breath won't lose you again"

"Come on, don't leave me like this...I thought I had you figured out"

"Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted"

"Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had but I still mean every word I said to you"

"You're not gone, you can't be gone"

"Break My Heart Again" - Finneas

"I'm sure you're busy now, why else would you ignore me? Or do you need space?"

"You can't help if it if your mind has changed"

"So go ahead and break my heart again, leave me wondering why the hell I ever let you in"

"Are you the definition of insanity? Or am I?"

"Oh it must be nice, to love someone who lets you break them twice"

"Do you think I've gone blind? I know it's not the truth when you say, I'm fine"

"Don't pretend that I'm the instigator"

"You were the one, but you were born to say goodbye"

"Kissed me half a decade later..that same perfume, those same sad eyes"

"Too Much to Ask" - Niall Horan

"My shadow's dancing without you for the first time"

"My heart is hoping you'll walk right in tonight"

"Tell me there are things that you regret"

"Don't it feel fucked up we're not in love?"

"Last Kiss" - Taylor Swift

"you told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"

"I never thought we'd have a last kiss, I never imagined we'd end up like this."

"your name forever on my lips"

"and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe"

"and I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed"

"you can plan for a change in the weather and time but I never planned on your changing your mind"

"Moral of the Story" - Ashe

"So, I never really knew you..God, I really tried to"

"Thought we could really do this, but really, I was foolish. Hindsight, it's obvious"

"Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay"

"You can think that you're in love when you're really just in pain."

"it's funny how a memory turns into a bad dream."

"They say it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. That could be a load of shit"

"Do It All Again" - Joshua Bassett

"So excuse the mess I made when you were mine"

"I'm still learning how to love"

"We weren't perfect but you were worth it all"

"If it were my call, I'd do it all again"

"You're Losing Me" - Taylor Swift

"You say, 'I don't understand,' and I say, 'I know you don't'

"We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't"

"Stop, you're losin' me..I can't find a pulse. My heart won't start anymore for you cause you're losin' me"

"How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?"

"my tears ricochet" - Taylor Swift

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace"

"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home"

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same"

"And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain..crossing out the good years"

"The Mess I Made" - Parachute

"Should've kissed you there, I should've held your face...instead of runnin' place"

"I'm staring at the mess I made"

"I should've spoke up, I should've proudly claimed that my head's to blame for all my heart's mistakes."

"Go Find Yourself or Whatever" - Carly Rae Jepsen

"Tell me that your mind's been changin' I'll tell you that I'm no good at goodbyes"

"I could cut a thousand roses show you that I'm all torn up inside"

"You feel safe in sorrow, you feel safe on an open road...go find yourself or whatever"

"Maybe when my heart's done breakin' then I could forgive what you've tried"

"And I wake up alone, you made me vulnerable"

"I Burned LA Down" - Noah Cyrus

"You left a hole in my chest when you left and my heart followed you out the door"

"If I gave you less, would you want me more?"

"Embers in the dark can look just like shooting stars to a bitter, broken heart"

Honorable mentions:

"Coney Island" - Taylor Swift ("Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?" // "Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?")

"Peace" - Taylor Swift ("Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" // "I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me")

"Shouldn't Come Back" - Demi Lovato ("Maybe you shouldn't come back to me" // "tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad" // "you'll only let me down"

#cursivebloodlines #Eric x Zoe #did this get super long ??? yes yes it did #i do still owe u an actual playlist but currently working so this seemed like a better use of my time haha #anywaaays these songs just remind of them and it hurts and....ahh #and now i'm tempted to do it for all our clowns

[harry-georgia]

harry came over yesterday *takes a breath* he.. he looked so broken. and then he said goodbye to us *my eyes well up, my lip trembling slightly* he said he can't be around anymore.. which i understand, i don't want him hurting. but it just.. felt like he's taking a huge chunk of me with him and i can't shake it

perrie: *she swallows* that makes sense.. niall said he never came home last night *she sighs* im sorry g. i don’t think it’ll be goodbye forever because he adores you guys. i just think he’ll need some space to get used to the fact that you’re marrying someone and someone else is gonna be ayla’s dad now ya know? he’ll move on eventually and be able to be around again

[louiscarrotsxoxo]

berryhill (chapter seven)

Louis

I have no idea where I was going with this, almost as if it came out of nowhere, where did I even get the courage to kiss him like that?

Instead of hesitating further we continued to kiss in the hallway, I've never kissed? How is this not rubbish? I thought 

I'm not sure, but Harry's lips against mine feels so wrong but so right at the same time, how could that be? The air being sucked out of my lungs by the atmosphere of the room begs to differ, I gasped for air as I pull away from Harry's now pouted pink lips.

"Harry.." I whispered "what just happened?" I questioned 

"I think we just stole each other's first kisses Lou." Harry said 

"I think I kinda liked it?" I questioned 

"I liked it too Lou, so.. does this mean I can kiss you now?" Harry laughed 

"Yeah.." I breathed "I like you're kisses."

Harry 

My mind was racing in a million different directions, what could all of this mean? I'm falling hard for Louis, and I don't know if I can tell him how I feel, though when I kiss him everything seems alright, like everything falls into place.

I liked kissing Louis, though amateurs we are our lips glide against eachother messily when we collide, strangely perfect in a way, I've never kissed anyone else until now, now I don't think I want to.

We pulled away from eachother with a 'pop' just as some students rounded the hallway for dismissal, I spotted Niall and Zayn in the crowd, Louis and I jolted apart and tried to appear casual.

"What just happened here?" Niall asked questioningly

"Oh-um nothing Ni, just talking about football." Louis laughed nervously 

"Football huh? Why are your lips so swollen?" Niall quipped

"Would you quit with the hospitable questions?!" Louis quipped

I pondered the current situation in my head, why was Louis denying what we were doing? We had never agreed to tell our friends I suppose, but how was I supposed to keep my feelings a secret?

"Just saying mate, you're a bad liar." Zayn laughed

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Louis

Why does the tension between all of us have to be so strong, it's like some invisible force is holding us down, and I can't figure out what.

My eyes drifted meaninglessly in the crowd of 3rd graders from separate classes, until someone caught my eye, a girl was talking to Harry.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets as a spat out my juice as Niall toppled over in laughter.

"And what is so funny Niall?" I stated angrily 

"You- being jealous over that girl talking to Harry! It's hilarious!" Niall laughed loudly as he choked out a response 

"You are so immature." I scoffed

"Aye who are you eyeing Louis?" Landon questioned 

"Some girl that Harry's talking to." Zayn smirked 

"You're all such players, ugh." A girl stated as she walked by

"Exuse me I'm gay- nevermind." I said sassily

I'm not sure yet, but I know for sure I like Harry, we kissed, and I felt something. It felt like something straight out of a love story.

Maybe not so straight, though

"What were you gonna say mate?" Zayn quipped 

"Nothing." I stated as I rolled my eyes 

Harry

"So, Faith, what brings you to Headtha?" I questioned with a smile.

"Well Harry, my daddy got a big deal to come to Headtha for work, so we all came here." Faith smirked lazily

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh it's nothing Harry, you're just kinda cute." Faith giggled 

Usually I liked the way people giggled, but Faith's was... offputting to say the least, though I couldn't help but think of Louis's blue eyes as I looked into Faith's, it doesn't even make sense anymore.

"What is it Harry?" Faith questioned

"Oh it's nothing..." I spoke as my voice trailed off as Louis walked by as he chatted with Niall, his lips moving in a way as he spoke, as the wisp of his accent sent my heart in spirals.

"Oh hi Haz!" Louis greeted me as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Hi Lou!" I smiled widely as he gave me a peck, out of the corner of my eye I saw Faith looking at us awkwardly as we kissed, but I couldn't seem to care.

As we pulled away Louis pulled a classic sassy look at Faith as he spoke. "Mmm, can I help you?" Louis said as his icy blue eyes seemed to collide with Faith's green ones.

"Oh nothing, I was just talking to Harry, do you two know eachother?" Faith asked questionigly

"Ah yes, we are very good friends." Louis said as he winked at me.

"Boyfriends!" Niall shouted as he walked by once again.

"Thank you Niall." I laughed halfheartedly as Faith shot all three of us a weird look.

"Wait...are you two.. together?" Faith questioned 

"I wish I knew, but I really dont know." I shrugged

"Does that bother you?" Louis shot Faith yet another look as he narrowed his eyes.

"Um.. a little yes... actually.. it's quite disgusting." Faith stated

"Hm, well then, you a little jealous Faith?" I said as Louis wrapped his arms around my waist in a sort of loving way.

"No! My daddy told me about people like you- you two are- GAY!" Faith screamed dramatically 

Now, I wasn't completely sure what the heck was going on, but I just went with it, whatever we were, Louis just confirmed it, and that's all my heart needed.

"And?" I said raising an eyebrow "We could be, we could not be, just because I like to kiss a boy doesn't mean it's disgusting Faith." I laughed at Faith's face contorted in disgust.

"To be honest I didn't know other kids even knew what that was Haz." Louis spoke 

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves." Faith stated pointing fingers at us

I turned to Louis, with a face full of confusion and hurt, was it true? Should I be ashamed of how I loved Louis? Why did this have to be so hard for me to understand! I didn't understand and I hated it, I still do.

"Don't worry about her Haz." Louis whispered in my ear.

"Are you sure?" I questioned as I looked into the air around us, what was happening to me?

"Only if you are.." Louis spoke slowly as he pulled something from behind his back, it was the flower crown.

"I like you Harry." Louis said as he placed it upon my head, carefully of course to not scratch my head with thorns.

"If only I had known now.. something so bad to everyone else, could be something so amazing to me." I spoke proudly 

"You know what they say, people always want what they can't have." Louis smirked 

"I want you." I spoke, with three simple words, and with that, Louis's lips were on mine again, every kiss it seems I fall deeper into the poisonous trail of love I was warned about, guess I ignored all the warning signs, when I saw Louis.

I heard Faith scream in disgust as Louis had one hand in my hair as we kissed eachother again, and again, and again. I felt Louis's arm extend behind him as I looked out of the corner of my eye, he had flipped Faith off.

I giggled as I smirked against his lips, pecking them a few times as I pulled away.

"Louis," I breathed "I have to go, we're gonna miss our buses."

"Oh alright, I'll see you later baby." Louis smirked as he let me go and I slipped carefully from between the brick wall and himself.

Baby, this was gonna be fun

Wait till I tell Gemma.

#berryhill #harry and louis #one direction fanfiction #reblog dont repost

[narrie]

Damn julia just posted a photo of her and her ex with what a time lyrics. Ruthless

#BYE? #someone said 'is that niall' i can't breathe #watch her post a pic of nailee next #ask

[lollypopsx]

could you do one where hang harry and y/n have a miscarriage? never seen gang harry so sad

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Warning: Mentions of guns, swearing, miscarriage

A/N: This can be a tough read, so please only read if you are comfortable. Everyone deals with this so differently, so please respect that. My heart is with anyone who has dealt with this. They will always be with us. Please know my inbox is always open to anyone who may need it. It’s so important to talk about it if you can, and if you can’t, please know you are strong and you are appreciated either way!❤️

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The excitement rushing through you and Harry was unimaginable.

The man who only ever used to feel excitement when he was putting a bullet through someone's skull, was now driving in his black SUV with the love of his life, heading to the twelve week scan of your first child.

"I can't believe you're twelve weeks already..." Harry flashes a smile as his left hand rested on your thigh, his fingers hooking through yours and his right hand on the wheel, elbow casually resting on the window.

"Hmm anyone would think Harry Styles was excited for once" You tease softly, running your thumb over his knuckles.

It felt like everything was going so quickly, before you knew it, Harry pulled into the parking spot closest to the set of Hospital doors.

You signed in at reception and was patiently waiting in the seat with Harry. "Harry Styles. How many times have I told you to stop bringing your gun into the hospital?!" You whisper shout, scolding him when you feel a raise in the waistband of his jeans.

"Angel, I told you, I'm going no where with out it because now I have double the reason to keep you safe" He tuts, muttering with a sigh as he texts Niall about the details for today’s shipment and that he will meet him and the boys there when he was done.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N?" A young smiley nurse calls. Harry frowns, standing up quickly and resting a hand on your lower back protectively.

"I specifically said we want the doctor in charge. I knew I should of taken you to the the private hospital" Harry growls angrily. He demanded over and over that you would be under private healthcare, but you refused, not seeing the point.

"Harry! Don't be so rude!" You mutter, slapping his wrist gently. "I'm so sorry about him" You apologise profusely.

"Harry. Let her do her job" You shake your head, chucking softly as you go into the wrong.

--

"Well everything sounds fine, sounds like the sickness is coming to an end hopefully. Let's get you on the bed, if you can just lift your shirt slightly. Let's have a look at this baby then shall we?" The young doctor smiles.

She was very shy and nervous at first with Harry's death glare baring into her soul. But as soon as the two of you began talking about the baby and the pregnancy, Harry's demeanor changed.

He was asking more questions than you and for once he was happily listening to someone who wasn't you.

You climb up onto the bed as Harry sat on the chair beside you, his heart rate had picked up, and you squeezed his hand tightly in excitement.

She switched on her monitor, but it was facing away from the two of you. Your top was lifted slightly as she applied the cold jelly to your belly, making you giggle softly.

You could feel the scanner press along your skin, moving slowly side to side. The doctor was silent. Uncomfortably silent. She scanned around a few more times, the cheery glint in her eyes from earlier had soon changed and her rosy cheeks fell pale.

Please don't say it. Please, please don't say it.

"I'm so sorry Miss Y/L/N..." She frowned softly

That was the last thing you remember hearing, everything else felt so silent after that. Her lips were moving but you couldn't hear a word she said.

You felt Harry tense instantly beside you "N-no...no no there has to be some kind of fucking mistake" His voice was raised, but he wasn't shouting. You didn't realise you were holding your breath, or letting tears fall down your cheeks until Harry's warm thumbs swiped them away quickly.

The doctor had left the room to give you two some space before speaking to you both about the options you had.

"I-I'm sorry Harry" Your mouth chokes out a sob, you felt crushed. A part of you was taken away so soon. You hadn't managed to even look Harry in the eyes yet.

"Angel...Hey...Baby please look at me...please Angel" He whispers, begging. His hands stroking your cheek slowly. "None. And I mean...none of this is your fault" He pulled your face up so your gaze met his.

His eyes were red and few small tears were slipping down. Harry had never cried in front of you, and that riddled you with guilt. His arms instantly pulled you tight to him, his hand held your head against his shoulder as you cried into him. You could hear his gentle sniffles into your neck as he mumbled words of comfort that you couldn't even hear.

“I-I want to go home...” You sob into his chest. 

“I know, I-I know” He mutters into your neck, swaying you slowly and just holding you tightly.

Harry had spoken to the doctor, explaining that we would speak to someone tomorrow to discuss the next steps, but right now he needed the take you home. The doctor agreed, and apologised once again before Harry took your hand, wiping off the cold gel that was numbing your stomach and pulling you shirt down softly.

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Everything went by so slow compared to the journey there. It felt like hours. Hours of the radio buzzing quietly. Hours of Harry squeezing a tight grip on your hand. Hours of endless thoughts. Hours of wanting to just cry. Hours of numbness. But in reality, it was a few minutes between leaving the hospital and pulling in to the security gates of your house.

Harry led you in and straight into the living room upstairs.

“Make sure not one fucking person enters this room unless I ask them to” Harry barked at the security in the hallway. His eyes were still red and all he wanted was to hold you. He felt so helpless, knowing nothing he could do or say would change the news you both received in the last hour.

He wanted to be angry. His whole life, he could never show sadness, so he masked it with anger. Then as he became a teenager, he realised that he was sad all the time, which meant he was angry all the time.

He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, to shout and to beat them to a pulp, but then he remembered the only one who really mattered. The one who mattered to him. The only one who had ever mattered.

You hadn’t said a word this whole time, since in the doctors office. Harry knelt in front of you, slipping off your shoes and jacket slowly before crawling onto the sofa beside you.

“Please don’t blame yourself my angel...” He whispers, sitting at your side and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your back slumped into his chest and your head lay silently on his shoulder.

“I-I can’t help it” You whisper. This was something neither of you had ever experienced before. The tears were still slipping down your cheeks, feeling a tight, nauseous pull in your stomach.

 “I-I just...I feel like the last few weeks, the rest of our lives were planned Harry...” You mutter, sniffling in a choked breath. “We’ve spent the last four months talking about everything...and i-it’s...it’s...it’s all gone so quickly Haz” It was one of the most emotionally painful cries that had ever escaped your throat.

“I-I’ve got you...”Harry whispers, holding you close to his body. He wanted to protect you over every sad emotion, every violent memory and very pained moment of your life. 

“What if I did something wrong...” You whined.

“Baby I told you, you did nothing wrong” He frowned, brushing the hair out of your face, quickly wiping his own tears. 

Silence hung in the air once again, the only sound was the two of you with rugged breaths from the tears.

“There’s so many what if’s isn’t there...” You whisper. “We always imagined they’d have your hair...your eyes...your dimples...go to college...be strong...What if they had my hair...or my eyes...carried on our lifestyle...or became president...” 

“There’s so many what ifs.” He agreed quietly. “Let me get you some water...You’ll get dehydrated” He whispered. “I need to make a couple of phone calls quickly too. I won’t be a minute” He brushed your cheeks sweetly before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

“I love you so much...we will get through it. Our time will come” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes gleaming with tears as he kisses your head and heads through the kitchen, out onto the balcony, over looking the sunset and pulling the cigarette between his lips, flicking his lighter and inhaling deeply and slowly. 

He was preparing himself to phone his mum with the news and to phone Niall to tell him to sort the shipment himself and that the two of you needed time to yourselves for a while.

But instead he watched at the sky, the pink and yellow glow surrounding the city, getting ready for the stars to begin to appear.

He tilted his head up, his eyes still gazing at the sky. “You’ll always be my favourite what if...” He whispers.

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

Focus

​​A/N: So...it's been quite some time. I started writing this back in June before my life got a little crazy and I finally got some time to finish it! To anyone who's still hanging around, thanks for reading and I'm sorry it took so long to get to you!

This will be a multi-part fic! It's looking like it's going to be 3 parts at the moment, but it could be more as I write the rest of it.

A very special thanks to @buck-nialled for beta reading this for me!! Rach's ideas were the real cherry on top to this and it wouldn't be half as good without her help! Love you, bestie!! ❤️💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Avenger!Reader

Summary: Fake marriage isn't easy with anyone, but with your best friend? Try almost impossible. With the lines between platonic and romantic between you and Bucky getting blurrier by the day, that exact task makes your mission of uncovering whatever your supposed Hydra neighbors are doing slightly more difficult than it needs to be. How can you focus on your job when everything you've ever wanted is right in your hands, just not quite?

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: swearing, canon level violence, two idiots in love who can't get it together

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“I think that’s the last box,” Bucky sighed as he placed the cardboard box he was carrying on the living room floor. Boxes of all shapes and sizes littered the foreseeable area. The walls were bare except for a dent that likely came from the previous owners knocking a chair into one. Everything about the house signaled a fresh start.

“Alrighty then! Let us know if we can be of any more help!” your new neighbor, Bridgett, said cheerfully. With paper-white teeth, a cute dress, and subtle but perfectly done makeup, Bridgett looked like the epitome of someone who whole-heartedly embraced the ‘suburban housewife’ lifestyle. Oddly enough, she and her fiance, Adrian, didn’t have any children yet to fill out the picture.

You were surprised at first to find out that they were yet to be married--considering the types of people who tended to live in these neighborhoods--but they told you that the wedding had to be postponed for a number of reasons (to which were still unknown to you and Bucky). They had already bought the house before their original wedding date and decided that they might as well move in to it.

They happened to see you and Bucky moving boxes from a larger than normal van earlier in the day and offered to help, which you couldn’t refuse. They also just so happened to be your targets for the mission.

“Thank you so much for your help again! We would’ve been out there all night without you guys,” you chuckled. The feeling of Bucky’s arm sliding around your waist almost made you jerk away, not being used to the feeling. You instead leaned yourself into his side, remembering that you had a role to play.

“All in a day’s work.” Adrian gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, his hands on his hips. “Doesn’t hurt to be neighborly.”

“Absolutely! And let us know if you guys ever need anything too. We’d be more than happy to help.”

“Whelp, looks like we have to go,” Bridgett sighed. “Lunch with my parents and they don’t like to wait.”

“Don’t let us hold you up. Have a good time!” You and Bucky led them to the door, smiles on your faces that weren’t as genuine as they appeared to be.

“Thank you! Good luck settling in!”

Bucky closed the door once they were down the porch steps, dropping his arm from your waist quickly and making his way back to the living room. With a series of taps on his inner bicep, the camouflage technology Tony had created specifically for this mission flickered off, leaving the glinting vibranium exposed to the overhead lights. You missed the weight of it in the slightest sense, though it did feel easier to breathe without being pressed right up against your fake husband.

You and Bucky weren’t exactly the most touchy feely people. Neither of you enjoyed being on the receiving ends of hugs nor were you known for being the best cuddlers. Perhaps that’s what made you best friends, but it’s definitely what made this mission so hard.

You knew that your friendship was what made Steve decide to pair the two of you together for this specific mission. Normally, though, that exact thing was the reason you weren’t allowed to work together. The two of you had the tendency to joke around and get distracted far too often during missions and Steve eventually made the executive decision that you couldn’t be paired together anymore.

“Bucky, get your slow ass over here before I leave you behind,” you giggled into your com as you waited for your best friend to catch up. You had successfully retrieved whatever intel Fury had requested from some random Hydra base in Siberia and now had to wait for Bucky to meet you at the exit to make your escape. Steve and Sam were already out, waiting for the two of you back at the jet.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bucky said, though you both knew he didn’t mean it. “Give me another minute. I’m almost there.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when you saw him round the corner, his eyes darting around in search of danger. A wolf whistle from you drew his attention your way, and you swear you saw some of the tension leave his body as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my favorite badass,” he said as he made his way over to you.

“Would you two stop flirting and get back already?” Sam’s voice came through the coms, causing you and Bucky to both roll your eyes.

“We’re not flirting, Sam. Just modeling what a good friendship looks like, you know, since you don’t have friends to know what that’s like,” you teased.

“Nice.” Bucky held out his hand for a high-five.

“Seriously, guys. Get back so we can get home,” Steve said seriously, though you swear you could hear a slight smile in his voice.

You and Bucky started a quick pace back to the jet, unintentionally letting your focus on your surroundings slip as you joked about whatever came to mind. You were making fun of Sam again when a Hydra agent popped out from behind a corner in front of you, throwing a knife towards your head. Had it not been for Bucky’s quick reflexes, you would’ve been good as dead. Thankfully, he managed to push you out of the way so the knife narrowly missed you and took a shot at the agent, knocking him down on the first try.

You could vaguely hear Sam and Steve’s voices shouting at you over the coms asking what happened over your heavy breathing as Bucky crouched down to make sure you were okay. You swear he’d never looked so panic stricken in his life, blue eyes wide in fear at what just happened.

“You good?”

You nodded your head, already getting up to continue on your way. Not another word was spoken as you picked up the pace back to the jet. You were met there with a distraught Sam trying to re-suit up and angry Steve yelling nonsense as he paced around with the shield in his hands.

There was a brief moment of silence when they caught sight of you before the yelling started again.

“What were you thinking, letting your guard down like that?” Steve asked angrily, latching the shield over his back. “Even worse, you didn’t tell us what happened. You seemed to have absolutely zero issues with communicating earlier. What happened?”

You quickly glanced over to Bucky, who was apparently engrossed with something on the ground. Neither of you said a word.

“Alright then, you two are done. No more working together on missions. I can’t have something like this happening again.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Steve was quick to hold his hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t trust you to stay focused around each other. This is it.”

That decision was said to be permanent, apparently. That was, until now.

It didn’t help that the definition of your relationship with Bucky had been starting to get hazy lately either. You knew your feelings were starting to become more romantic than platonic--at least more than they used to be--but as for how Bucky felt about you, you had absolutely no clue. Neither of you were the best at explaining your emotions about anything, much less your relationship.

So here you were: an undercover mission in which you had to pretend to be married to your real life best friend while trying to gain intel about whatever underground organization your next door neighbors were involved in.

“You’d think S.H.I.E.L.D would’ve mostly set up everything for us and left some stuff for us to bring in so it looked like we were just moving in,” Bucky grumbled as he stood amongst the mass of boxes in the living room. “But no, we have to unpack and set up everything for every room in this damn house.”

You walked over to join him, picking up a box labeled “plates” with a sigh. “Something to occupy our time with.”

“If they make us move this stuff out when the time comes, I’m quitting.” He grabbed a random box with no label and followed you to the kitchen, placing his box on the countertop gently.

“You’re going to quit the Avengers?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

“Uh huh. Sure you will.”

“My job is fighting, not moving furniture.”

“Right now, your job is to unpack that box so we can finish moving in and start the mission.” You nudged his hip with your own, opening the cabinet in front of you and putting some of the plates from your box on the bottom shelf.

With a huff, Bucky opened his box, revealing various picture frames filled with random pictures of the two of you throughout your friendship. On the top was a selfie from after one of your last missions together. You were smiling wide, Bucky’s chin resting on your shoulder. His lips were turned upwards into a slight smile, though one might miss it if they weren’t looking close enough. His eyes held a happy glint that wasn’t as obvious on the rest of his face. That same picture also happened to be the wallpaper on the homescreen of his phone (not that anyone except him knew about it, though).

“I’ll get to that later,” he muttered under his breath, already moving the box to the edge of the counter to make room for another one.

“Hmm?”

“Just some pictures of us. We can hang them up later.”

“In that case, you’re in charge of organizing the utensil drawer.” You pushed the box of silverware towards him and went back to the living room to grab another.

“There’s like six different sized spoons in here. Who needs so many spoons?” Bucky groaned, leaning his head against the cabinet.

“Married couples who have their lives together.” You gave him a knowing look and plopped a box down on the counter, the clatter of whatever was in it making you both wince.

“Sure looks like this married couple has their life together, huh?”

“Shut up.”

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“Buck?” you yelled from the doorway of the master bedroom.

“Yeah?” He stepped out of the bathroom, his toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth.

“Is there a bed in the guest bedroom, or is this it?” You gestured through the doorway to the single king size bed sitting in the room.

He motioned for you to give him a moment, going back into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. “You didn’t check earlier?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

Bucky opened the door across from the bathroom, seeing that it was completely bare of any furniture. “Nothing in here.”

Uncertainty flashed across your face. “Oh . . . uh, okay.” Your eyes searched the floor, hoping that it would somehow hold an answer for your issue. “I’ll take the couch then.”

“What? No! I’ll take the couch,” he insisted.

You sent him a glare. “You’re way too big for the couch. You’ll kill your back on that thing.”

“Like it will be any better for you.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on that couch, Bucky.”

“And I’m not letting you sleep on it either, Y/N.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You won’t sleep on the floor either!” He threw his hands up with an exasperated huff. “We can just share the damn bed.”

“Are you sure?” He could hear the hesitation in your voice.

“Look, doll. If you don’t want to share because of me, I get it. But if that’s the case, let me take the couch. You shouldn’t have to take the couch cause you’re scared about your safety.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“The bed’s big enough. I think we’ll be able to deal with it for the next few months.” A warm feeling bubbled up inside of you when he sent a reassuring smile.

You started the night with plenty of space between each other. By morning though, the gap was a little smaller.

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“So, Y/N, how long have you been with your husband?”

The group of women in Bridgett’s living room seemed to be much more interested in your personal life than the book they were supposed to have read that month. Apparently, “book club” was just an excuse for the neighborhood ladies to get together and gossip.

“We dated for three years and have been married for almost two, so five total.” You plastered a fake smile across your face, twisting the fake diamond ring on your left hand.

“He is a catch!” one of the ladies, Charlotte, raved. “I saw him working on his motorcycle this morning and I have to say, those biceps are definitely easy on the eyes.”

“I got very lucky,” you giggled.

“What do you two do for a living?”

“I’m a freelance copy editor and Bucky works in marketing.” Your “jobs” would allow you to work from home and keep your cover.

The (only slightly invasive) questions continued and you provided all the fake answers you had curated months in advance. You quickly found that it wasn’t too hard to get a read on the ladies; they were all basically the same anyways: nosy and ready to gossip about anything.

That might be helpful later.

They seemed satisfied with what they’d figured out about you once the time came for “book club” to end. You collected your things, keeping that fake smile plastered on as you said goodbye to everyone.

After everyone left, you asked Bridgett if she needed any help cleaning up. She took a moment to think about it, decidedly telling you that you didn’t need to worry about it; she had it covered.

“Are you sure? You know I don’t mind.” If you wanted this mission to go well, you needed to build a relationship with her. The sooner the better.

“I’ll be alright,” she reassured you. “Besides, you need to go back home to that husband of yours. I think Charlotte might try to take a stab at him before you get back.”

You laughed and bid her goodbye, surprised to find that very sight when you stepped out onto Bridgett’s front porch. Bucky was sitting next to his bike, shirtless, as Charlotte was saying something from the end of the driveway. His metal arm, camouflaged by Tony’s technology, fiddled with one of the rags he used to clean the bike.

You felt a surge of jealousy course through your body for a second. Your eyes narrowed when Bucky laughed at something Charlotte said and your feet were carrying you across Bridgett’s yard to your own before you could consciously make the decision yourself.

The sound of your footsteps on the pavement brought Bucky’s attention from the conversation over to you. He smiled at your presence leaning back on his hands with a charming look on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey, babe.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head once you finally reached him, a hand coming up to run through his hair. You felt him relax a bit and saw Charlotte look visibility more uncomfortable than she had a few seconds ago. “How’s the bike coming along?”

“It’s coming along good.” He grabbed your hand off the top of his head and interlaced his fingers with yours. “I was just taking a quick break to talk to Charlotte here.”

It’s all just pretend.

“Well I hate to break up the fun but we need to get ready for dinner. Sam and Nat will be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Shoot, I forgot about that! Sorry, Charlotte. I’ll have to talk to you later.” He gripped your hand tighter to pull himself up.

“Alright. You two have a good night.” Neither of you missed her obvious disappointment as she watched you.

“Bye Charlotte.” You tugged Bucky’s arm towards the house, wanting to go in so you could start dinner. Sam and Nat were actually coming over soon to go over the information gathered so far and you were sure they wouldn’t want to wait very long to eat.

“Great job playing the role of jealous wife,” Bucky chuckled once you were in the house as he closed the door behind you.

You were playing a role because it’s your job. That’s it, right?

“Haha, yeah.” He seemed to miss the lack of humor in your voice, which you were grateful for.

“You said Sam and Nat are coming over in thirty?”

“Yup.”

He nodded his head before giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Then I better go take a shower.”

Yeah, just playing the role.

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“So what made you guys want to move here?” Adrian asked, a beer bottle in his hand and his other arm wrapped around his fianceé. He and Bridgett had invited you and Bucky over for drinks and you couldn’t think of a more perfect opportunity to get closer to your targets.

“Seemed like a cozy neighborhood,” Bucky replied. “Nice people, reasonably priced houses. It was pretty much everything we were looking for.”

“I’m glad we got stuck with you as neighbors. The people who lived there before you were the absolute worst. I think they were trying to get us to move out before they decided to sell,” Bridgett laughed.

“Really? They seemed like nice people when we were buying the house.” You suddenly became aware of just how far apart you and Bucky were sitting compared to the couple across the table. You scooted to the far side of your seat and leaned on the armrest, subtly trying to get closer to your “husband.”

Bucky glanced over at your movements, almost confused before he remembered, oh yeah, the mission. “Yeah, they were super sweet.”

“I think we talked to them like three times around when we bought the house and they were super passive aggressive,” Adrian laughed. “I think it was the fact that we aren’t married yet that upset them. Old people with outdated opinions. Who'd've thought?”

You snickered at that, quickly covering it up with a cough when Bucky sent you an annoyed glare.

“We’ll do our best to not be passive aggressive and I’m assuming our opinions aren’t outdated, but, if they are, we’ll keep them to ourselves.” You made a point to look at Bucky during the last part with a playful smirk. “And as long as you don’t piss off Bucky, I promise he wont crush you with his biceps.”

The whole table laughed at the (not so) joke. The thought of throwing his arm over the back of your chair crossed Bucky’s mind and he almost did it, but the fear that you would stiffen up at his touch scared him too much to do it.

“Well, what made you guys decide to move here?”

“Pretty much the same as you,” Adrian responded. “Cheap enough, good place to raise kids . . .”

You zoned out as he droned on, focusing instead on Bridgett, who seemed to be consumed with her phone. She didn’t even notice your stare, furrowing her eyebrows at whatever message she was reading.

“It just seemed like the right place for us,” he finished.

“And, not to mention, every other place we checked out,” she nudged Adrian and subtly tilted her phone towards him, “was either too expensive or not our style. I guess we could’ve built a house but we wanted to save for the wedding. It’s so expensive!”

“Oh tell me about it!” Bucky joined in, surprising you. “You mention the thing you’re buying is for a wedding and all of a sudden it costs three times more.”

The two of them spent 45 minutes talking about wedding planning (you had no idea Bucky had so much knowledge on the topic to begin with) with an interjection from Adrian and yourself every once and awhile.

Needless to say, you weren’t all that surprised when a wedding invitation showed up in your mailbox the next day.

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As could be expected with two (alleged) head Hydra agents, the venue was decked out to the nines. No detail had been overlooked. From the bridesmaids’ bouquets to the music the DJ was playing, it was--as cliche as it is--perfect.

You were currently sitting down, resting your feet as you scanned your eyes over the crowd on the dancefloor. You were trying to enjoy yourself in between talking to potential accomplices and hydra agents, but after a few hours your feet were killing and your social battery was drained.

Bucky, who was also supposed to be talking to people and gathering information, stared at you from across the room. Leaned against the wall, arms crossed with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and that frown that seemed to always take over his resting face, he was probably doing the exact opposite and keeping people away, but he couldn’t care less. He could tell you were tired--the way your usually strict posture was slowly wearing away by the hour gave it away--but he wasn’t ready to leave the party when he hadn’t had the chance to truly enjoy it with you.

“May I have this dance?” The sound of Bucky’s voice behind you made you jump, your posture snapping up when you felt his hand land on your shoulder.

You gave him a skeptical look. “Why would you want that?”

“First of all, you know why.” He knelt down to unbuckle your heels and take them off your feet. “Second, I want to dance with you and you look too gorgeous not to be taken onto the dancefloor. Is that such a crime?”

“Perhaps not.” A soft smile crossed your face.

He stood up and offered his hand, a smile mirroring yours spreading across his lips. You took it gently, allowing him to help you up and wrap an arm around your waist as he led you to the dancefloor. Even as he walked around the edge of the crowded dance floor to find a spot for the two of you, his eyes never left you for more than a second.

“I’ve felt you staring at me all night. What’s up with that?” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his other hand coming down to your waist to pull you in closer.

“You look absolutely stunning in that dress, my dear.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. “Oh stop it.”

“What? I can’t tell my best friend that she looks gorgeous?”

You didn’t respond, instead burying your face into his shoulder and pushing yourself tighter into him. The line between platonic and romantic had never been blurrier but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered in that moment was that you were close to Bucky, and you were loving it.

Bucky himself was fighting a grin. If it had been anyone else in the world being this touchy with him, he would’ve shoved them off and stalked away way earlier. But with you, he felt himself wanting to get even closer and never let go.

He moved his gaze from you for a second to check your surroundings. You could never be too careful around Hydra, right? His gaze fell over to the bride, catching her not so subtly staring at the two of you with a strange look. His eyebrows furrowed. What could she want?

You felt Bucky tense against you. You tried to pull back, assuming your being so close was making him uncomfortable, but he kept you locked in his embrace. A glance up to his face and seeing him looking at something across the room made you realize that something else was up. A squeeze to his shoulder had him looking back at you.

“Bridgett’s staring at us,” he mumbled.

You scrunched your face in confusion. You knew better than to turn around--it would make you look suspicious. A glance to your right told you exactly what was going on, though.

“Bucky!” you hissed. “Your arm!”

He looked at you, confused.

“The camouflage is off!” The exposed black and gold plates looked very different from the regular skin tone camouflage Tony had programmed into them before the mission started. Bucky’s eyes widened, panic setting in on his face once he processed your words.

You grabbed his arm, pulling it in between your bodies to hide it from the rest of the room. Bucky kept his eyes on the crowd to make sure no one saw your position and caught suspicion. Meanwhile, you searched his arm for the plate you could pull off and mess with the coding.

“Where’s that damn plate?” you muttered to yourself. Tony showed you how to locate the plate and put in a code to bring the camouflage back in case it glitched out like this but with every plate looking the exact same, it wasn’t the easiest thing to find.

You felt Bucky’s hand slide over your hip, his fingers drumming softly on the material of your dress. “Sway with me so we look like we’re dancing.”  He pulled you slightly closer and started swaying side to side.

“You’re not making this any easier.”

“Just hurry up!”

“I’m trying!”

You finally found the plate, flipping it up and doing exactly as Tony had told you to fix the glitch and turn the camouflage back on. You let out a sigh when a flesh color started flickering over the black plates. Crisis averted.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You froze. That was . . . different? New? Not completely hated?

“Thank you,” he muttered, lips still against your head.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah . . . no problem.” You were staring holes through his chest as your brain short circuited.

“Shit, Bridgett’s staring at us.”

“She’s what!?” You tried to pry yourself from Bucky, as if your position was compromising, but his arm held you close. “Why would she be staring--”

You were cut off by Bucky’s lips on yours. Your body went stiff at first, surprised by the contact. Your lips were moving against his before your brain could tell you yes or no. His other arm wrapped around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.

He pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours and quickly pecking your lips. His eyes left yours to glance towards Bridgett. The sigh and the smile on his face told you that your distraction was successful.

“Good job playing along,” he chuckled.

You giggled in response, though your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The mission. It was just for the mission.  “You can always count on me.”

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