#sorry I’m kind of sitting here and crying while writing this I literally don’t know what else to do

[spoopy-fish-writes]

Okay, I hate to do this, especially now considering the situation, but I really just don’t know what else to do.

I’m scarily close to failing all of my classes this year because of issues with my heart which my mother refused to take me to the hospital for for over a month and I can’t get an appointment through my GP for at least another three months and my state’s been getting worse. Ive almost collapsed several times, and the heat and having to walk to my classes every day because my mother won’t drive me nor pay for the bus and my attendance has dropped from 100% because I literally cannot get myself in to my classes so I’m not getting my bursary either is only making it worse.

I would go private, but I’m not allowed to work, and cannot do so behind my mother’s back without risk of being kicked out, so this is kind of my only avenue to be able to go to a cardiologist privately.

I kind of have to figure out a way to cover travel expenses so I don’t fail this year and have to pay for my next year which I won’t be able to do and also pay for a private cardiologist appointment because I’m genuinely scared for how my condition’s been worsening over the past two years.

My commissions are open and prices are up for discussion, honestly, literally anything helps right now, because I know bad everywhere else is and I don’t want to distract from that, but this is kind of the last option I have.

#sharing would be appreciated #I’m kind of in shambles right now #sorry I’m kind of sitting here and crying while writing this I literally don’t know what else to do #I’ve tried talking to my mother about me being allowed a job but she takes that as a personal insult to ‘her ability to look after me’ and #I really can’t afford to take the risk and get one anyway because she WILL kick me out #spoopy fish rambles

[literaila]

peter and sad!reader ? anything you want to write about them

at least there’s that

tasm!peter x reader

warnings: sad reader, annoyingly happy peter

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peter’s lingering in the kitchen. you know this because you can feel him, the same way you feel it when you’re forgetting something, or when you wake up late and immediately know it.

and because you can always feel him—not that you’ll admit it—even if he’s not here.

but tonight he’s actually lingering. literally sitting with his back against the wall, trying to pretend like there’s something important you’re supposed to be telling him.

“are you sure you trust me enough to pick?” he asks, for probably the seventh time.

“yes, peter.”

“i might pick a youtube video of cool spider-man clips.”

“i’ll watch it.”

“really?” he’s closer now, sneaking towards you like you can’t tell. his aura is impending.

you turn towards him with a fake smile. “with my eyes closed, obviously.”

“obviously.”

this might be the end of this discussion—because peter was supposed to be picking a movie while you compiled the snacks, five minutes ago—but it never is with him.

“are you sure that you’re sure?”

“go, peter. you’re scaring the popcorn.” you mutter, no effort in the joke. but you mean it when you tell him to leave.

you just want to be alone for a minute.

he must sense this in your tone, because he finally says “okay, okay” with his hands up and leaves the room.

you feel guilty for the way you slouch as soon as his absence is apparent.

you wanted this, you think, this time with him. but now that you have it, it’s nothing like you expected.

you’d wanted to be in a good mood. to quip with him and laugh into his mouth at some funny movie. to throw popcorn at each other. to tackle him and stay there for the rest of the night.

instead, you’re kind of hoping that you fall asleep ten minutes into the movie. kind of hoping that he gives up and goes home for the night.

which is ridiculous, because really you just want to tether yourself to him. skin to skin, eye to eye.

but you don’t want to drag him down, so it’s probably best if he just leaves.

you lean against the counter, rubbing your eyes. you’re not going to tell peter any of this, obviously, because he’ll try to fix it like the sweet guy he is.

but there’s nothing to fix. just you in this kitchen, all alone.

the microwave beeps, the popcorn ready. the assortment of weird sodas the peter brought over have been equally divided into your best glasses. the candy peter also brought in fancy little bowls. it’s all ready.

just waiting on you now.

peter must think the same, because he calls from the other room. “babe! what about up?”

“nothing that’s going to make me cry please.” you walk into the room then, trying not to seem suspicious.

“‘oh yes, peter, i trust you to pick the movie.’” he grumbles, doing a terrible impression of you.

“there’s ground rules.”

he smiles over at you, jumping up. “do you need help?”

“no, peter,” you shoo him away, even as he takes the popcorn bowl from him. “did you pick a movie?”

“yes.”

you nod, sitting down next to him so that your thighs are touching. but you sit back before he can put an arm around you. “what?”

“i thought you trusted me,” you glance at him, his eyes wide, and a ridiculous pout. “close your eyes.”

you sigh. “really?”

“yes. lest you doubt me.”

you do close your eyes, and feel that tearing in your chest. some type of exhaustion that’s excluded from medical books. that kind that makes you want to crawl into your room and cling to your bed like an antidepressant.

the movie begins playing, dramatic opening music filling your living room. but you don’t open your eyes.

just one more minute.

peter nudges you. “did you fall asleep?” he asks you, amused.

it takes a moment but you open your eyes, coming face to face with him and his squinted eyes. “no, sorry.”

“are you tired?”

“i’m excited for this movie,” you correct, unenthusiastically. “un-pause it.”

peter looks dubious but he does as you ask, still looking at you as you watch the rolling credits.

after a minute of this you sigh. “why are you staring at me.”

“somethings wrong.”

“you chose the movie.”

“with you.”

you look at him, with his brow furrowed in concern. “no, peter.”

“what’s going on, bug?” he asks, ignoring you. he moves closer, even though you hadn’t thought that was physically possible.

“nothing.”

“you’re a terrible liar, c’mon. you’re all drowsy.”

“i’m fine.”

he rolls his eyes like you’ve already been over something and he’s repeating himself. “you sure you want to watch a movie? we could talk. or just cuddle. i’ll take a nap with you.”

“give me that,” you grab the remote from him, frustrated. you press play and stretch away from peter.

he doesn’t protest as you move away from him and hide between the cushions of the couch.

but you know that he doesn’t look away.

“okay,” he says to you, very softly. “we don’t have to talk. just let me know if you need anything.”

you nod, stiffly, and peter finally begins to watch the movie.

and your apartment is comfortable at its 72 degrees, but you suddenly feel very cold inside. missing something that you didn’t know was there.

there’s something scratching your throat, like a physical aptitude of desperation. the movie begins to blur, and your eyes hurt. your chest hurts, like someone’s punched you, but you know that there’s only one person to blame.

just you, and your shivering heart.

you swallow, looking to peter. he’s watching the movie peacefully, throwing popcorn into his mouth.

you feel bad for him. and for yourself.

but it doesn’t stop you from sliding over to him, your arm brushing his.

“peter,” you whisper.

“hmm, bug?”

“will you cuddle with me?”

peter looks over to you, his face soft and his eyes watching yours carefully. “of course.”

his arms goes around your shoulder before you can blink, and he’s crushing you into him. he smells like butter, but his shirt is warm.

you don’t mind being smushed to death, so you just move into him.

he puts his other arm around you too, moving into some type of makeshift hug. “good?”

you nod into his chest.

the two of you sit for a moment. just blissfully holding onto each other, peter squeezing like he’s worried you might disappear.

at least you’re not cold. that feeling is still there, but dimmed, because the feeling of peter is much more welcome.

the movie is irrelevant, and your eyes fall elsewhere, thinking about nothing. and everything. as usual.

peter starts to run his hand up and down your arm and you shiver, making him laugh.

you hope that it’ll bleed into you. that somehow, skin to skin exposure will spread whatever sort of easygoing disease he has. but probably not.

still, peter leans down, resting on your head “hey,” he whispers to you.

“hey,” you say back, as response.

“i love you, you know?”

“i know,” you repeat, smaller now. “i know.”

“okay,” peter smiles down at you, kissing your hair. “as long as you know.”

you sit with that for a moment, still not wanting to say anything to peter about any of this.

but you relent. “will you stay the night?”

peter nuzzles into you, his nose writing words into your scalp. you can feel his heart beating in time with yours. “whatever you want,” he says.

at least there’s that.

*

#ask #tasm peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #the amazing spider-man #peter parker #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #spider-man #the amazing spider man #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm #tasmania #tasm spiderman #tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader

[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

#vikings #vikings imagine #vikings smut #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #ragnar lothbrok #sigurd #sigurd snake in the eye #hvitserk x you #hvitserk x reader #vikings ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader

[kidstemplatte]

I love your work so much it always bring a smile to my face :) I was wondering if you had any headcannons or info on Violetta? I’d love to hear all about her!! (If you’re not saving it for your stories ofcc!)

terzo/reader’s daughter headcanons

thank you so much!!! here is just some super random (mostly baby lol) info i have on her! it’s a bit all over the place so i’m sorry about that! i hope you enjoy!

-before violetta was born, when primo found out she was going to be named violetta, (he was the only person who was told), he planted violets in his garden🥺

-i know i’ve mentioned this before but it makes me smile ——> the only thing that was guaranteed to stop her from crying from ages 0-3 was swiss’s smile. (in this universe swiss is a ghoul while terzo is papa okay) she thought it was the funniest thing ever, it was kind of like peekaboo, the way it just appeared under his darkly colored mask. (omg it’s so cute i’ll never get over it i’m DEFINITELY writing a fic about that )

-terzo would take her anywhere he could. literally could not put her down. heck, he’d be sitting in a meeting with her in his lap. sometimes you had to jokingly remind him she was your daughter too.

-her first word came about in a funny way., you and terzo were trying to convince violetta to say your name.

“say mama, violetta!”

“no, say papa!”

“no, don’t listen to him, say mama!”

“no no no, il mio pipistrello, say papa!”

she looked at you two, and with great confidence, imitated you, saying,

“no!”

which left you two rolling on the floor, tears nearly escaping your eyes. it looks like she inherited the sass from both you and terzo.

-violetta developed a habit of pronouncing certain words in an accent depending on who said them the most. she said “seestor” rather than “sister” for the longest time. everyone thought it was adorable, so nobody corrected her. there was nothing a sister of sin loved more than little violetta running up to them and saying, “seestor!”

-babysat by not only the ghouls but “uncle copi” a lot🥺 i think he’s the one who teaches her to ride a bike for the first time. (maybe i’ll write something more about this, the concept is so cute😭)

-violetta is a scorpio ♏️ (i also headcanon terzo as a scorpio or a gemini hehe but i think the idea of them having the same sign is cute)

-still working on her MBTI type but i think she’s an enneagram type 4.

-was raised on spooky/witchy/fantasy things like harry potter, tim burton movies, the labyrinth, the dark crystal, as well as a lot of musicals. (phantom of the opera, cats, and wicked especially)

-violetta has a passion for fashion and costuming (hehe rhyming), sometimes her dad goes to her for advice.

when he’s getting fitted for a new robe for a special event, he’s having trouble making some decisions.

“would you prefer the gold or silver trim?” the seamstress asks.

“eh…” he says, honestly not sure.

“give me un momento.” he says, taking out his phone and texting violetta:

“Need your advice in the fitting room per favore”

within a few moments, she bursts in, and as she catches sight of him, instantly says,

“i like gold.“

“gold it is, then.”

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i hope you enjoyed this!!! it gave me some fun ideas coming up in the future!! ❤️

if you have sent me a request, it will be posted!

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #dad!terzo

[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter thirteen

series masterlist

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon elements. poorly written smut. elements of toxic relationships. darkish happy? ending (imo). if i’m missing anything pls let me know

words: 6.6k

notes: this is it! sorry it took so damn long and is poorly edited but i hope you all enjoy. and if you don’t - i completely understand bc i think it’s kind of a let down but i usually am let down by my work 💀 also i’m terrible at endings so sorry again lol but i hope it wasn’t too bad. this has been my first ever series and i’ve learned so much about my writing in the process. thank you to each and every one of you who has read and shared and commented on pwyc - i love all of you so much and i’m so glad i was able to share this with you. i said this previously but i am more than open to writing drabbles and one shots for these guys if anyone has anything they’d like to send in and i am already planning on writing an epilogue i’m just not sure when i will. also! if you have already sent in requests just know i did receive them and am working on them - it just takes me a while to get things done if i’m not entirely inspired when i’m trying to write them lol. anywho! please let me know what you think about this last chapter - i love reading your feedback and thoughts. again - i hope you all enjoy and thank you again for reading 🥰

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You got up out of the bed and walked straight out of the room. As you opened the door and walked out into the hall, it was pitch black all around you. You didn’t know the house well enough to make much out around you but you had a vague idea of where things were and where the stairs were at least. There was no sign of him being downstairs as there were no lights on, though you thought maybe he could be down there and simply turned the lights out already.. You tried to look around the rest of the floor before having to go down the steps and were relieved to see a hint of light behind one of the doors on the opposite side of the hall.

You knew he could quite literally feel you and it only made you more upset. He knew what you were feeling and was content to only make you feel worse. It would have pissed you off if you weren’t so desperate for him. You walked to the door and only then did you notice it wasn’t shut all the way. If you were remembering correctly, this was one of the guest rooms you had seen earlier in the day. Pushing the door open, you slowly made your way inside. There you found Bucky pulling the covers back on the bed looking like he was getting ready to lay down, still not bothering to look at you. You bit your lip and took a breath before walking further into the room.

“Are you sleeping in here?” was all you could think to ask as you stared at him with a longing you were sure he felt.

“You said you needed to be alone. I’m leaving you alone. Just like you asked.” he said as he turned to face you.

“I’m not stupid, Bucky. I know you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh? And what am I doing?” he asked, moving to sit on the bed.

You couldn’t find the words to answer him, so you just looked at him with glassy eyes. You didn’t want to break first, really you didn’t. But you couldn’t take it anymore. He took your silence as a sign that the conversation was over and proceeded to lay down, turning the light off next to him as he did.

You stood there in the dark for a second before finally speaking.

“You said that you love me,”

Your voice was meek and barely audible, but you knew he heard you from the way he went rigid and the change in his breathing.

“Don’t you love me?” you asked with tears in your eyes.

It would have almost been funny the way Bucky shot up if you hadn’t been so caught up in your own despair.

Before you knew what he was doing, he pulled you to him as he sat up. With you standing before him between his legs, he turned the lights back on and then turned back to you with a serious look.

You didn’t know what he was about to say, but you knew you couldn’t take hearing anything other than his reassurances so you spoke again before he could.

“Please don’t be mean to me,” you said as you stood there, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him.

“Sweetheart. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of. More than anything or anyone.” he said as he looked into your eyes. “You’re my whole heart. Of course I love you. I’m never letting you go,” he finished as he squeezed you.

“Yeah? If you really mean that then why- why were you being so mean?” you heard yourself ask, though it was hard to believe it was really you talking. You sounded so sad and broken and you felt like a little kid.

“I needed you to see how much you need me, sweetheart. You had to see that. Had to feel what I’ve been feeling… being denied the love you're supposed to be receiving from your soulmate. What it’s like without it. You know now, yeah? It’s not just me, it’s both of us. It’s our connection. I need you just as much as you need me. And I need you more than anyone or anything,” he was soft spoken, treating you with such delicacy it was almost maddening. The switch from his earlier demeanor and attitude was near instantaneous and jarring as it always was. But his touch was soothing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking more. As if he knew what you were wanting without you saying it aloud, Bucky was pulling you onto the bed with him and before you knew it you were cuddling up to him like a lovesick puppy. And Bucky loved it.

Suddenly, it all clicked for you. You got it now. Like, really really got it. Even though it seemed like you could never pin him down, it was clear as day the reason he could so easily flip on a dime. It was you, it always had been you. This connection. His obvious fear of losing you, of being rejected by the one person who was guaranteed to love him despite everything, was the main cause of it. He couldn’t lose you and so he reacted instinctively with malice and possessiveness, though he was in a prison of his own making.

Bucky, obviously, was all in now. He couldn’t deny that he was in total love with you and you challenging that, the one thing he knows to be true about himself, had to be triggering. From your own perspective, you knew you were different around Bucky, you realized that it had to be the same for him. It’s a change you still aren’t used to and you were sure he wasn’t used to his own changes either.. But if you played your cards right, the shitty hand you had been dealt by life, you were sure you could play him just as easily, if not easier, than he had played you today. And that was an oddly comforting conclusion to come to. Though it would certainly be easier to just give in completely to your connection - to him, you weren’t sure if you could truly let it all go. It’d always be somewhere in the back of your mind - it’s not easily forgotten, no matter how much either of you may wish it would be. And you weren’t too keen on the idea of losing yourself and your will entirely just because you were soulmates. It was supposed to be an equal exchange of one’s self to the other, wasn’t it?

As little consolation as it was, you had a growing awareness that Bucky would do nearly anything if it made you happy. He would do anything for you…you could get him to do almost anything. You just had to work it the right way. And you could do that.

“I’m..I’m so sorry, Bucky” you said while your head was on his shoulder. He undoubtedly could feel the tension fading from you as you laid with him and while you spoke. “I get it now. You were right, this whole time.. you’ve been right. I just didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to accept it. I just..I’m sorry. But I think I’m seeing things clearly now,” you whispered. A part of you was worried that if you kept this up you’d start to believe yourself, but you knew that Bucky was wrong. At least in the extreme ways he acted. And the way he approached the majority, if not all, of your relationship thus far. He was just too stubborn or maybe too selfish to understand that right now. But unlike him, you wouldn’t try and force him to see things your way. You’d move a little more gently than that.

Still, you felt a tinge of guilt for how manipulative you thought you were being and yet you also felt a bit of shame for how appeasing you were at the same time. You honestly didn’t know how you truly felt in the moment.. You were still acutely aware of how you ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ feel. Maybe you did know deep down how you felt, but you weren’t open to fully embracing or accepting it. What you did know was that Bucky holding you and telling you that it was all okay was making you feel better than you had the past few days. And you knew you didn’t want him to be upset with you or hurt by you any further. Though that hurt was in truth brought on by his own actions, you couldn’t find it in yourself to knowingly continue it.

You felt you needed to quiet your mind for a moment and so you let your eyes flutter shut as Bucky’s metal arm held you and his flesh hand rubbed your back soothingly. Before you could catch yourself, you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up feeling more clear and more like yourself. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted your senses as you sat up on the bed to find that you were back in the main bedroom and the spot beside you was warm but empty. Your brows furrowed as you looked for your phone and checked the time, seeing a steaming mug on the stand where your phone laid. You made to sip some coffee, seemingly made the way you always took it, but decided against it as you didn’t want to scald your tongue on the hot brew. You got up and wandered into the bathroom, going about your typical morning routine in the still new home you found yourself in.

As you finished up and walked back into the bedroom, you were met by the sight of Bucky coming in.

“Morning, princess,” he greeted with a smile much too big for your liking at the moment as he approached his bedside table while carrying two plates of breakfast in his hands.

“Morning,” you responded almost skeptically as you sized him up. He wasn’t gonna act like yesterday just never happened, was he? Well, of course he probably was. But you still needed to finish your conversation from yesterday and he wouldn’t charm his way out of it or distract you this time.

“Lay back down,” he urged, voice soothing and expectant. The hold Bucky had over you was, frankly, obnoxious because though you stood in your spot a moment, you soon moved to his whim and sat back on the bed, reaching for the coffee as you did.

“I made pancakes,” he said as he handed you the plate and you set the mug back down to take it from him. “How’s the coffee?”

“Good,” you responded, nodding your head slightly. “Thank you.”

He took his spot back on the bed with his own plate as you stared down at yours. You weren’t sure how to approach this. The last thing you wanted to do was start another argument, but you needed to say what you needed to say.

“They’re not poisoned,” Bucky spoke from beside you as he cut into his own pancakes. You looked over at him as he shoveled a forkful into his mouth and gave you a lopsided grin before reaching over to you and cutting into the pancakes on your plate, taking a piece onto his own fork and making a show of eating it. “See?” he taunted almost cheekily. You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out or the lilting of your lips as you rolled your eyes at him.

You started eating in slow bites as you thought and didn’t notice Bucky moving in closer as you both sat in, dare you say, comfortable silence, until he took your plate from you and moved it on top of his as he leaned back over to his left side and set them on his bedside table. He was back beside you in an instant as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your temple. “This is how yesterday was supposed to go,” he muttered against your skin, giving you the perfect opportunity to bring up what you needed to.

You tried to pull away from him, wanting to look at him more directly as you started talking, but he didn’t let you out of his grasp. Instead, he pulled you more into him, causing you to turn completely and forcing you to essentially straddle him as you had nowhere else to move. You huffed as you tried to get off of him and he only held you still.

“Bucky,” you whined.

“What?” he asked as if he was doing nothing.

“Stop it. I- we need to talk..about yesterday,” you started. His grip got a little tighter around you, pulling you closer against his chest before he responded.

“We did talk,”

“No, we didn’t. Not about everything,”

His jaw clenched but you refused to let this conversation go as you held eye contact with him.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“You know what,” you accused.

“Enlighten me,” he mused as his hands began rubbing up and down your back.

The urge to push off of him and get distance between the two of you was strong, but you fought that urge - thinking that as long as you could keep your own head on straight, the closeness would make Bucky more receptive to you.

You moved his right arm from around your back and held his hand in your own. “Please listen to me,” you urged him.

“I’m listening,” he said as he intertwined your fingers. You honestly couldn’t tell how much he was paying attention as it seemed like his mind was elsewhere, but figured you needed to just talk and see how he responded.

“I need you to hear me, Bucky. Because I mean this. You can’t ever treat me like that again. If this is gonna work, if there’s any chance of making this work, you..you have to at least be nice to me,” you started, pausing in case he had anything to say yet, but he didn’t so you continued on.

“You have to do better. You have to treat me better. And you have to be more consistent,” you spoke a little more confidently. “You’re so nice to me one second and then I say something you don’t like and the next.. I just- I can’t take the whiplash anymore. I won’t.” Bucky’s eyes looked like they had darkened as he took in your last words and though it looked like he was about to say something, you spoke again before he could.

“I’m not- I’m not threatening or saying I’m gonna leave,” you rushed out. “You just.. There’s so much happening. So much has happened. And everything is so different for me, everything is changing and I just- I guess I just need you to be patient with me..”

“You may not believe me,” he began quietly, “But I am trying. There’s a lot happening and changing with me, too, you know. This hasn’t been all sunshine and roses for me either, sweetheart.”

A sense of guilt rushed through you as he spoke. But why? You felt sorry for what you had done, but really what did you do? You didn’t let him have you when he wanted you, and that was what you felt guilty for? You shouldn’t feel sorry for respecting yourself and your feelings.

Still though, just reflecting back on the previous day you couldn’t imagine what Bucky had to be going through each time you rejected him and turned him away. But was there really any comparison between the unintentional emotional pain you caused him and the pain he had caused you? How do you even compare such things..were they even worth comparing.?

Bucky felt your hurt and continued on as you stared down at your still interlocked hands, surely looking conflicted.

“I never meant to hurt you. And I know you never meant to hurt me.”

Try as you might, you couldn’t hide your indignation at that.

“I hurt you? I hurt you?” you said in disbelief as you let go of his hand and pulled away from him. “Are you fucking serious, Bucky? Intention is kind of the big difference here, don’t you think? You say you never meant to, but fuck, you did. You absolutely did. Forget everything that happened before I got here, okay, let’s just focus on literally yesterday alone!

You used this connection against me. You were mean and hurtful and you purposely humiliated me. So don’t sit here and act like you never meant to. I never meant to hurt you, but you hurt me over and over to prove your point and you know you did.”

Bucky grabbed you as you tried to get off the bed and restrained you with your back to his chest and his arms wrapping around you.

“Stop. Stop,” he spoke in your ear as you tried to get out of his grasp. You had to calm yourself down and took a couple deep breaths as you stopped fighting against him. This was not going to plan, and you thought back to what Eva had told you again, your attitude always came out at the least opportune times (ie when you were in the midst of situations you should be deescalating).

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to relax yourself in his strong grip before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. For hurting you. I didn’t- I never realized how affected you were by our connection and by my..resisting it. I didn’t know I was hurting you. I can’t say that I didn’t ever want you to hurt, especially before, but I never meant to intentionally hurt you. I couldn’t. It makes me feel illogically terrible knowing that you were ever feeling that way because of me. That you felt that way because of me. I’m sorry.” Bucky’s hold tightened around you briefly as he buried his head in your neck for a second before looking back up and tilting to kiss you. It was soft and you were feeling yourself fall weak as he held you.

“I don’t need an apology, princess,” he said.

“Well, I do,” you stated breathily. “I do. I need one.”

“Okay,” he said before placing a light kiss on your neck. “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against your skin before he began trailing kisses along your neck.

It was sobering as he did so. Did he actually hear you at all? Did he care at all about how upsetting his behavior had been? Did it really even matter? You didn’t really care. Whether he meant it or not, you just needed to hear him say he was sorry or you didn’t think you could keep this up. Loving him was outside of your control, but you couldn’t imagine living being so angry all the time because he was incapable of taking full responsibility for his shitty actions and for being incapable of saying a simple ‘I’m sorry’, because in all reality that was the very least he could offer you. You pulled away from him and moved to turn around and face him.

“No. I need you to say it. Say you’re sorry,”

“I have,”

“No you haven’t. You’ve been trying to pacify me, you’re acting like nothing happened but I can’t. I just need to hear you apologize. Just say it - just tell me you’re sorry and I can pretend that you really are and I’ll feel better. I don’t care if you don’t mean it, okay? I don’t care if you’re lying, just say it, please,” you pleaded as tears grew in your eyes. Bucky swiftly moved to hold your face in his hands and continued to hold your gaze as he spoke.

“Listen to me,” he began seriously. “I’m not lying. I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry,” the sincerity in his voice was evident and felt real as he leaned his forehead against yours. You found your arms wrapping around him as your tears started to fall. He pulled you down to lay on the mattress while he hugged you back and kissed your head, letting out a heavy sigh as he squeezed you.

“I’m sorry,” he said again as he tilted your jaw up, right hand holding your chin before he moved in and kissed you, then pulled back to wipe some of your tears away as you blinked at him. You suddenly wanted him even closer and pulled him back toward you, surprising him by catching his lips in yours. You don’t know what came over you, but it felt like you had been missing him your entire life all at once and you wanted him all around you, heart and soul consumed by your sudden need for him - stronger even than the day before. It was like just hearing him say he was sorry was a huge weight lifted off you. You couldn’t explain it, you just acted on what you were feeling, no thoughts other than Bucky.

Your lips were on his, and then on his cheek, down his throat, and all over his exposed chest. You had no inhibitions, no trepidations, and Bucky was more than on board with your sudden shift, if not just a little surprised. His hands found the hem of your sleep shirt and he pulled it off and over your head with no complaints against the action from you as he then flipped you completely onto your back, hovering over you. Your hands found his hair and you pulled him back down to you, lips crashing into his once again. You felt frenzied.

Bucky pulled away, both of you a little breathless.

“Slow down there, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“No,” was all you responded with as you pulled him back down to you.

The kiss was electric and full of passion and desire as you allowed it to grow deeper and deeper.

You all of a sudden found yourself tugging down his sweats as best you could before he pulled away and took them the rest of the way off while you tore your shorts and panties down your legs.

He returned to his position above you and made quick work of your bra, hands then fondling you as you leaned up and took his lips in yours once again.

“You okay?” he asked suddenly after breaking away once again breathless.

“‘M’fine. I just want you. Need you. Now,” you panted before pulling him down to you again.

His lips crashed with yours in another heated kiss as he lifted your leg, urging you to wrap it around him and open yourself up for him which you complied with instantly.

In one swift motion, Bucky seated himself deep inside of you, no foreplay or explicit warning. You slightly winced then moaned at the feel of him and your hands reached to wrap around his body as your nails raked down his skin. You were surprised by how wet you were for him already as you welcomed him in, your heat wrapped around his cock like a vice to keep him inside as he fucked you. Your bodies were cosmically in sync as he quickly brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your nerves were alight with the pleasure as he rocked into you and you were touching and grabbing and feeling each other like you never had before. It was sudden and animal and passion fueld and you didn’t know where it came from but you didn’t want it to stop.

His lips planting along your skin, trailing up and down, leaving bites every now and again. You soon had both legs wrapped around him as he moved inside of you - hitting every perfect spot and causing delightful friction against your clit as well.

He was breathing heavy as you were and when you began to shower him with praise, he only got more dedicated in his movements.

“That’s so good, Bucky,” you moaned. “Oh god you’re so good,” you said, earning a deep groan from him that only got you more turned on and left you feeling hotter than you had been feeling before.

“Right there, Bucky. Yes, please, please don’t stop,” you continued to beg. “I’m so close, please!” And you really were. You weren’t sure what was going on or what had come over you but you did know that you desperately needed him and wanted to feel him hitting in and out of you. You wanted to feel him come so desperately that you didn’t care how loud or needy you might have been being. You were solely focused on your need for him. You wanted to come and you wanted him to come with you.

“Fuck, baby, keep talking like that I’m not gonna last,” he moaned out.

“Don’t want you to,” you said, “Wanna come, I wanna come with you,” you whined. “Please, Bucky, I want you so badly - I can’t wait. I need it, Buck, please”

You almost screamed out when his fingers found your stimulated nub and he continued to work you over even as his hips slowed down to a deep rocking. You were sure you’d burst if he didn’t give you what you needed soon. Especially as what felt animal became slower and deeper and more sensual. You felt even closer than before as his pace ensured you felt each and every drag of his thick cock and each and every touch he left on your skin. The look in each other’s eyes was indescribable as you gazed into one another - wanting to see all you could. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion, everything.

“Tell me you love me,” he breathed raggedly as he continued to fuck into you while his thumb worked your sensitive clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through you with every move he made.

“I-“ you tried to speak but suddenly words were lost. “I love- I love you. I love you, Bucky- I love you!” you chanted repeatedly as you held onto him like your life depended on it. “Please,” you cried. “Please come with me, please.”

The grunts and groans and moans coming from him were beautiful and the look of pure pleasure that flooded his face as he reached his peak inside of you was enchanting and you were laid there, consumed completely by him as you reached your own bliss in time with his.

Bucky had come inside of you and you didn’t know you could ever feel so full as you held him to you. Settling down, he didn’t want to move you too much, as comfortable as you both were, so he gently pulled you onto your side and against him after he lowered himself down onto the mattress. “Fuck, I love you, princess. So goddamn much,” he breathed before kissing you again.

You cuddled closer to him as you regained your breathing and he kissed you up and down your neck and down to your shoulder as he held you to him. one of your legs still wrapped around him while he stayed inside of you, keeping you as full of him as he could. You both laid with each other for a while, though you were sure Bucky was ready to go again should you want as you still felt him inside of you. But before you could initiate another round, still craving more intimacy with him like your soul was wanting to try and make up for lost time, your phone started ringing on the opposite bedside table. Bucky gently removed himself from you and you gasped at the loss of him and the flood of his seed that followed. You gingerly got off the bed while Bucky turned to check your phone. It was the perfect chance to get your head back on as you could put a little distance between you and not get completely swept up by him and your heart. That didn’t really work though as you were still craving his touch and seeking his closeness. You walked to the bathroom and Bucky followed suit. You showered together and the air around the both of you just felt entirely different. It felt like a dream. He helped clean you up and after you were both done, you found yourself just standing under the water, hugging him while he held you in return as you slightly swayed against him. You felt different. He felt different. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint why.

For the first time, really, you openly wanted him. You loved him, no holds barred. And the mutual affection was almost supercharging your desire to be around one another. This was what it always should have been.

Now, it’s not like you had forgotten anything he’d done, but the stranglehold you had on it- the hold it had over you had been..alleviated? It had to be, or none of this would ever work out happily for you. If you had to let go in order to not be so angry and hurt and bitter all the time, you would. And you did. The shift was instantaneous.

It certainly wasn’t an easy thing to do, forgiving him, but you know the end. It’s you two, together. No matter what. So why should you have to suffer any more than you already have? This could be good, great even. Bucky has only been mean when you’ve pushed him away and rejected him (whether it was deserved or not - he couldn’t see the difference past his selfishness). The rest of the time, sure, he could be domineering and possessive and a bit of a cocky jackass but you could handle that. And you knew what he was capable of, but there was a dominant, innate part of you that trusted him to never take advantage of your connection the way he had before again. You weren’t really worried that he’d ever hurt you and you weren’t planning on pushing him to the point of threatening or hurting other people again. You knew he’d do whatever he had to to keep you with him and keep you his.

And you know now just how far you can push him and you’re sure you know how to get your way..for most things. You were sure there were some things he wouldn’t budge on, like say, moving you in with him, but for others, you’d test the waters and see. Though there were some things you wouldn’t budge on either and you’d have no problem fighting for. You may be more appeasing and amenable, considering how much easier it would make your life, but you weren’t a door mat. He couldn’t take over every aspect of your life and you had to make sure he knew how you felt about that.

When you two finally got out of the shower and dried off and dressed, you grabbed your phone to see it was a missed call from Eva and some text messages.

Holding you to it this time, no joke. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re not gonna flake on me again!! 😤

And answer your damn phone once in a while - what if it was an emergency??

Also! I switched shifts with Max tomorrow so we’re gonna be working together again finally😍

You felt so guilty for how in the dark you were keeping your best friend, and how shitty of a friend you had been in general. Bucky obviously picked up on it and walked up behind you as you wrote a quick response.

Sorry, I was in the shower!! But no flaking this time, I promise. 💗 See you tomorrow 🥰

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked as he read your text from over your shoulder. You locked your phone and put it in your pocket as you turned to face him.

“Working,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you and you proceeded to walk around him before he caught you by the arm, pulled you into him and looked down at you.

“No you’re not,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You bit your tongue before your instinctive response could be voiced and tilted your head back to look up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage.

“I’m not?” you said, voice full of disappointment. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why would you? You don’t need to be working anywhere anymore, princess,” he stated as his arms wrapped around you and your head hit his chest. Your hands found his and you blinked up at him.

“Okay…so I don’t need to, but.. I want to,” you said. Bucky just sucked his teeth and stared down at you a moment, and before he could respond, you spoke again.

“Please, Buck,” you coaxed sweetly, though every last bit of independence and dignity in you was fighting against you to just tell him you were going whether he wanted you to or not instead of asking him for his blessing to do so. The saying, ‘You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar’ ran through your head as you swallowed down the words you were really wanting to say. You spun around in his arms instead and reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips as your noses touched. He groaned softly and rolled his eyes before he gave in and kissed you. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and pulled away to look at him as his hands moved down to your ass.

“That a yes?”

“Fine, but don’t think I’m not gonna have anyone there to keep an eye out,” he warned, causing you to literally bite your tongue as you held back a retort.

“Oh, I’d expect nothing less,” you said sarcastically. He lightly smacked your ass and then let you go, walking to the opposite bedside table and grabbing your plates. You took the half filled mug of now cold coffee and followed him downstairs. He placed the plates in the dishwasher after rinsing them off and then did the same with the mug after taking it from you.

You bit your lip as you watched him move around the kitchen, not exactly sure what to do then. You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Bucky’s chuckle, making your brows furrow as you refocused on him. He shook his head as he looked at you, admiring you.

“What?” you asked, suddenly feel a little self conscious.

“I- ha,” he laughed, “I don’t remember the last time I felt this happy,” he smiled, causing you to swallow hard and look down and away from him.

“Shit, don’t look so sick, sweetheart,”

Your head shot up as you found his eyes and you shook your head.

“No, I- I’m just..I,” you stuttered before taking a deep breath. “I just wish we could have started this way..ya know?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” he responded. You stared at him a moment longer and nodded your head.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you admitted.

“I have to head to the shop later tonight, but until then I really just wanna be around you,” he said as he approached you.

“You always wanna be around me,” you said with an eye roll.

“Yeah, and you and I both know the feeling is growing mutual,” he said as he gently grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you.

“So what are we doing, then?” you asked after pulling away. Bucky just shrugged and dropped his hands from your face, moving to lean against the counter.

“We can do whatever you want to do as long as you ask nicely,” he grinned as your jaw clenched in immediate annoyance. “Come on now, sweetheart, you’ve been hiding it so well so far,” he laughed. You huffed and gawked at him a second before replying.

“So you just enjoy testing my limits, then, is that it?” you said as you really took in his meaning. He knew what you had been doing just as well as you knew what he had been doing.

“Apparently just as much as you enjoy testing mine. Glad you finally realized I respond much better to positive reinforcement than I do negative,”

You glared at him as you clicked your tongue.

“This isn’t a very healthy relationship dynamic, you know that, right?”

“It’s working for us, though, isn’t it,” he said as he pushed off the counter and led you to the living room, pulling you onto the couch with him. He had you on his lap in an instant and attacked your neck with kisses and love bites all over again as your hands held his head. You were going to stop him, but only ended up tilting your head back further, granting him more access to you as your nails lightly raked through his hair and along his head. He flipped you onto your back in a swift move you didn’t see coming as he laid you along the couch. His lips were against your ear as he held himself up above you.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that, don’t you?” he asked sincerely.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I think I’m starting to get that, Buck,” you replied quietly, sounding nearly out of breath as you closed your eyes.

“Anything,” he repeated against your skin as he continued kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach from his position.

“I know. I know you would,” you responded again.

You thought briefly about how stupid both of you were. How fucked up everything had been and how ridiculously you both were acting. But he was right, it did seem to be working for you two. Here you were making out on his couch after having incredible sex and sharing an even more intimate shower together after essentially exploiting your dynamic. And at least you weren’t fighting. In fact, you were sure it would have settled like this one way or another. There’s no defying destiny and at the end of the day, you were soulmates. It may have been dark and mangled and out right fucked at times, but no matter what, you were meant to be together, right?. And now here you found yourself. With Bucky. Just you two. Together. Things weren’t perfect, you didn’t think they’d ever be, but you loved him. And you were tied to him. So you knew it’d have to work out somehow. This could be good. You could heal. You could both heal. You could let this be what it was always meant to be. You were meant to be together and you belonged to one another. Why keep fighting the inevitable? Why make things harder and hurt more when you could just…let yourself let go and trust that Bucky would be there to keep you. To trust that you could trust him. To just let him love you and let yourself love him fully and completely. He couldn’t hurt you again, he wouldn’t. You had to believe that. You had to believe him. It wouldn’t be all sunshine and roses, you were only human. But you knew that despite everything, you were it for Bucky and Bucky was it for you. That was unchangeable. So you stopped trying to change it.

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[destiny-fics]

Hey, I'll be that someone for you b/c jealous Hongjoong is also a fantasy of mine.

As part of your Pick A Card series, please write a situation where HJ feels like y/n is spending too much time with the other members & he feels a bit left-out & jealous & the smut ensues.

Angst, possessiveness, all of that please.

You can even add shotgunning for total ovary explosion.

Hope you consider it ❤️❤️

A/n: I am genuinely so happy you asked for this you have no idea. I hope it fulfills your expectations 💕💕

Jealousy, Jealousy-Kim Hongjoong

[Sex Demon!Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader]

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Pick a Card Universe

Summary: Hongjoong loves you and he loves his boyfriends too, but he can’t help but get jealous when you’re spending so much time with them and seem to be avoiding him at all costs.

Warnings: Smut, angst, jealous!Hongjoong, sex demon!Hongjoong, poly relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, smoking, shotgunning, arguing, Hongjoong feels excluded, petnames used: princess, baby, honey, jealous sex, begging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Hongjoong, sub!reader, oral (f recieving), post sex cigarette, hongjoong smokes in bed and seonghwa scolds him fingering, big dick Joong, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap

Part of the 'Pick a Card' Universe. Read the main series here

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Interact

Hongjoong liked to think he had a good handle on his jealousy.

He was a sex demon for crying out loud. He’d been doing this kind of thing for literal centuries. He had seven boyfriends. He knew that his uncontrolled jealousy was a recipe for disaster.

And yet, he still found his blood boiling as Mingi and Yunho whisked you away from him, babbling about some dance cover they were filming and needed your help with while you nodded along, not even acknowledging Hongjoong.

He felt his eye twitch and the grip on his phone tightened as your pretty voice faded further and further away, so focussed on it that he didn’t notice Seonghwa sit next to him until he spoke.

“You’re gonna break your phone if you don’t loosen up a little.”

Hongjoong startled and faced Seonghwa, the grip on his phone loosening, “You’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me,” Seonghwa smiled. “Apologise to your phone. What’s got you so worked up anyway?”

Hongjoong sighed, turning back to where Mingi and Yunho had taken you from him, “do you think y/n’s avoiding me?”

Seonghwa scoffed and shook his head, “no. Why? Do you think that?”

“No, I-“ He sighed again, rubbing his eyebrow. “We’ve just barely spoken to each other all week. And every time I try she gets whisked away by someone else.”

“Well that’s hardly her fault is it?” Seonghwa hummed softly, pulling Hongjoong into his lap so that he could stroke the other man’s hair, chin hooked over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’s not doing it on purpose.”

“She’s not…probably. I just miss her.”

“I know you do honey, but she’s got eight people to split up her time for. Plus herself and college and work and her friends. We’ve gotta be patient, she’ll come to us when she’s ready.”

Hongjoong nodded, melting into Seonghwa’s back, “You think so?”

“I know so. I don’t think she’ll make you wait very long.”

Oh how wrong Seonghwa was.

Because if anything, it was now like you were avoiding him on purpose. 

Every time he went to speak to you one of the others would come by and take you away from him, even Seonghwa, the traitor. You hadn’t slept in Hongjoong’s bed for three weeks now and while Yeosang was not a bad bed partner, he missed you and your sweet strawberry-vanilla scent. The jealousy within Hongjoong had only grown the longer you avoided him, manifesting into an ugly, venomous, vicious being which clawed at his chest and stomach.

He was currently sat on the balcony, looking out over the quiet street and at the sky, the setting sun painting the clouds with streaks of pink, orange and purple. He heard someone join him and had to force himself not to melt when he felt your soft lips press against his forehead. The kiss was only brief however and all too soon your lips had left Hongjoong's skin so you could pull up a seat next to him, your hands curled around a steaming hot mug of tea. 

"Hwa told me you'd be out here." 

Hongjoong exhaled through his nose and turned to look at you, eyes raking over your figure. He hadn't looked at you properly in so long and he felt the jealousy twist in his gut at the reminder. "Surprised you want to see me." 

You snorted a little, taking a sip of your tea "What do you mean by that? Of course I want to see you." 

"Do you? Because you've been doing absolutely everything to avoid me recently." 

"Are you serious? Hongjoong, I haven't been avoiding you." 

"Haven't you?" He turned to face you, the jealousy inside of him clawing it's way up his throat and seeping into his tone. "Because we've barely spoken for the past few weeks. Every time I want to talk to you one of the others comes and sweeps you away, or you have to go to class, or work, or literally any place you can so you don't have to spend time with me." 

You scoffed, shaking your head, grip on your mug tightening "That is not what it's like and you know that. You have no idea how hard it is to balance eight relationships, plus friends and school and work and family. I'm sorry I haven't been spending much time with you recently, but I have a lot on my plate right now." 

"Clearly not enough to not get fucked by Seonghwa last night," Hongjoong sneered. "Yeah. I heard you both. And you sure weren't too busy to help Yunho and Mingi with their dance cover."

"They asked me to help them a month ago Joong. And as for Seonghwa." You shook your head, "I was stressed, he offered a solution. And I shouldn't even have to run that by you Joong. He's my boyfriend, I'm allowed to have sex with my boyfriend." 

"I'm your boyfriend too y/n!" Hongjoong snapped. He swallowed hard before speaking again. "You never would have done this before." 

Hongjoong's words felt like a punch to the gut and you let out a hollow, empty laugh, turning away from Hongjoong to look out over the street. Your voice when you spoke next was angry and tears had collected in the corners of your eyes. "Don't you dare compare me to whoever I was then. Do you know how much time I spend talking to Wooyoung about what I was like before? What I did, what I said, how I behaved? I wish that I could be how I was for you the first time. But I'm not, and I never will be." You took a shuddering breath. "Because I can't fucking remember any of it. You're all pining over some version of me that I can't be and that isn't fair Hongjoong. You know that isn't fair." 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes "Do you even know what we went through when we lost you? How hard it was for us to find you and get you to love us again? Do you know how hard that was?" 

"Did you ever think that perhaps it was even harder for me?" There was a crash as the ceramic mug you were holding clattered to the ground and smashed, tea and bits of shattered ceramic now at your feet. You were both yelling now, not caring that the rest of your boyfriends could clearly hear you. "Because I had to find out that not only were all eight of my boyfriends fucking sex demons!! But that I had actually been in a relationship with them before and couldn't fucking remember any of it. That I would never remember any of it. I feel like I'm constantly competing with the old version of myself. I feel like no matter what I do now you're always going to compare me to what I was then. All of you are. And that's not fair," you stood up, feet narrowly avoiding stepping on the smashed mug. "I'm sorry I haven't been spending enough time with you these past few weeks. But you cannot expect me to be how I was before and you cannot make those comparisons of me. Goodnight Hongjoong." 

You leaned over to kiss his forehead briefly before walking back inside and leaving him on the balcony. Hot, angry tears were streaming down his face and in the brief moment where his sobs calmed down he could hear you telling Seonghwa that you would be sleeping in Jongho's bed for the foreseeable future. Hongjoong couldn't hear what Seonghwa said to you next, but he did hear you slamming the door to Jongho's room. 

Hongjoong began to sob harder when he felt Seonghwa's arms wrap around his shoulders, and San's head on his knee. He knew the others were around too and that knowledge only made him cry harder.

"She'll come around hyung. I promise." San mumbled softly and Seonghwa nodded in agreement, running his fingers through Hongjoong's hair.

"She will, she loves you," Seonghwa mumbled softly, pressing his face into Hongjoong's neck to comfort him. 

And even as the warm comfort of his boyfriends surrounded him, eventually causing his sobs to subside, there was still a missing presence, your missing presence.

And that sadness was enough to squash the vicious jealousy in his heart.

~

"I didn't know you smoked." 

Your soft, quiet voice startled Hongjoong and he turned to look at you as you walked onto the balcony and slid the door shut, muffling the sound of the party Wooyoung had begged to throw. It had been a week since your fight with Hongjoong and you'd barely spoken since, briefly exchanging 'good mornings' and 'goodnight,' but never much past that. You were still sleeping in Jongho's bed and had found the youngest of your boyfriends to be a strong, comforting presence, the way he always was. He provided an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on and some wonderful advice, advice which led you to leaving the party to meet Hongjoong on the balcony. 

Hongjoong huffed a small laugh and exhaled deeply, smoke curling out of his mouth. "I don't…usually. Wooyoung hates it. And he thought you wouldn't approve either." 

You laughed softly, pulling up a chair to sit beside him, similar to the way you had the night you argued. "I don't exactly approve, Woo's right."

Hongjoong chuckled and took another drag of the cigarette, turning his head away from you as he exhaled. "Speaking of Woo. Why aren't you in there? How's Wooyoung going to survive without his jewel of the party?" 

You shrugged "Ah, he's got Yeosang and Sannie. Besides, I wanted to speak to you." 

"Am I allowed to say I'm surprised?" 

You laughed again, nodding gently. "You are." 

Hongjoong smiled "then yeah, I'm surprised." 

You wrung your hands together anxiously, "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for neglecting you. Truly sorry. Even if I have other things going on, I still should have made time for all of you. And I'm sorry that I left you out." 

"And I'm sorry that I let my jealousy get the better of me. I know that you love me just as much as you love them. And I'm also sorry for bringing up you from before. I don't want you to feel like I'm pining over some old image of you, you don't have to compete with yourself. I'm head over heels in love with you, every version of you." 

You smiled and leaned forward to peck Hongjoong's lips softly, "you don't need to stop talking about before. Actually, I like learning about things from then. But I don't want to feel like I'm competing with myself." 

Hongjoong brought his hand up to caress your cheek with his thumb. "You won't. And if you do, please tell me. Or tell any of us. We don't want you to feel like that." 

You nodded, turning your head to kiss his palm. "I don't like fighting with you Joong." 

"I don't like fighting with you Princess," Hongjoong booped your nose, making you giggle. "But we'll always sort things out." 

"Because we're us." 

Hongjoong took another drag of his cigarette and nodded, blowing the smoke into the night air. You nodded, eyes trained on the way Hongjoong's lips were pursed around the cigarette, his eyelids hooded as he blew the smoke out of his mouth. "Exactly princess. Because we're us." 

Your eyes were trained on Hongjoong’s lips and he smirked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. He patted his thigh and you took that as an invitation to move into his lap. Hongjoong smiled, kissing the side of your head as you settled on his lap. "There we go. That feels right." 

You laughed softly and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, watching him in silence for a while as he smoked. 

"You okay baby?" Hongjoong hummed, watching your eyes which were trained on his lips. 

"Yeah," you blinked slowly, nodding your head. "Yeah…" 

Hongjoong chuckled, nodding to his cigarette "you wanna try baby?" 

"Can I?" 

"Of course," Hongjoong took a deep inhale of the cigarette and before you could take it from his fingers reached his hand up to thread his fingers through your hair and bring you close, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You gasped softly and Hongjoong chuckled, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss. It was mostly spit and tongue and teeth, but it was hot and heavy and full of every emotion neither you nor Hongjoong could articulate with words. This was the first time you'd kissed properly in weeks and just the taste of your lips made Hongjoong groan. He slid his tongue into your mouth and began to explore you as if it was the first time he'd ever touched or kissed you. The deep bass of the song playing inside thumped through Hongjoong's body and if possible, made him more desperate for you. 

"Fuck I missed you," you gasped softly, pulling away to look at Hongjoong. 

"I missed you too princess," Honjoong panted, resting his forehead against yours. "Fuck I missed you so much. It's been weeks." 

"I know. I'm so sorry." Hongjoong shook his head at your words, bringing you in for another brief, messy kiss. 

"No. Baby, no. You're perfect. Always have been. I just," Hongjoong let out a loud groan as you shifted to sit right on top of his crotch. "Fuck I just want you so badly." 

"You've got me Joong. You've always got me." 

Hongjoong nodded quickly before pressing his lips to yours in another desperate kiss. His cigarette was long forgotten, dropped into the ashtray as you looped your arms around his neck, playing with the dyed strands. Hongjoong's hands settled on your waist and he began to drag you across his lap and over his rapidly hardening cock. 

"Just us tonight princess," Hongjoong moved his lips from yours and down to your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. "You and me. No Wooyoung, no Jongho, no Seonghwa," Hongjoong felt the jealousy begin to seep back into his tone and flicked his eyes up to you to see how you were responding. At the sight of your eyes shut, mouth open as pretty moans spilt out of it and the shiver which was sent down your spine at his low tone, Hongjoong knew you were responding well to his possessiveness. "Just you and me princess. You're mine." 

He growled the words against your neck and it made you whimper, tugging at his hair. "M'all yours tonight Joong…please make me yours." 

Hongjoong groaned and stood, picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs. You squealed, ankles locking together behind his back. He easily carried you into the house stopping only to let the others know not to interrupt before making his way to his room. 

He instantly pressed your back up against the door, lips reattaching to your neck, making you gasp. That gasped dissolved into a soft moan of his name as he sucked another mark underneath your ear. 

"Oh princess, I know you can be louder than that," Hongjoong hummed, bringing his knee in between your thighs. "Come on sweetheart. Let them know who's making you feel so good." 

You whined out his name louder this time and Hongjoong hummed in quiet approval. He spun you around from the door to lead you to his bed, depositing you on the soft mattress. You squealed as you bounced a little bit and Hongjoong laughed before climbing on top of you to reattach your lips once more.

"You gonna let me taste you princess?" He spoke against your lips, his hands travelling down your body and underneath your skirt, fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. "Let me have a taste of that sweet pussy baby." 

"Please Hongjoong, please." 

Hongjoong grinned and pressed another soft peck to your lips before moving down your body. He flipped your skirt up, spread your legs so that he could fit between them and groaned at the wet spot which had formed on your panties. "Oh y/n. This all for me?" 

You nodded, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him most as he began to place soft, wet, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. "All for you Hongjoong," you ran your hand gently through his hair "m'all yours." 

Hongjoong smiled and snapped the waistband of your panties against your stomach, prompting you to lift your hips up so that he could take them off of you. Once he had, he through them into the corner of his room and moved back down, his face in between your legs, mouth hovering over your clit. "You ready baby?" 

"Joong if you don't get your mouth on me in two seconds we're going to have a problem." 

Hongjoong laughed and tsk'd before pressing a soft kiss to your clit, grinning at the squeal you let out. "So impatient baby." 

"Kim Hongjoong I swear-" Hongjoong cut you off with a laugh as he properly dived into your folds, licking and sucking at you with an unmatched passion and fever. He was messy with it, he always was, spreading a delightful combination of his spit and your arousal all over your folds. And his efforts were rewarded by the sweet symphony of melodious moans you were letting spill out of your mouth. Pleas, cries and whimpers of Hongjoong's name, anything to get the demon below you to continue. To not stop. To never stop. Hongjoong pulled away from your center to spit directly on your pussy, grinning when you gasped.

"Hongjoong!" 

"Oh don't pretend you don't like it baby," Hongjoong drawled, spitting once again, before diving back into your folds. His tongue flicked over your clit while he slipped two fingers inside of you, grinning as you moaned at the stretch. "You love being messy for me, don't you?" 

"God yes Hongjoong." 

Hongjoong smirked, suckling at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. "Good. My sweet, greedy, messy baby." 

Hongjoong sped up the pace of his fingers, the wet squelches of your his fingers fucking you filling up the room. Hongjoong moaned directly against your clit and you had to force your eyes to not close in pleasure. 

"That's it," he praised. "Keep looking at me. Want to watch you when you cum on my face." 

And cum on his face you did. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, hips grinding into his face as he continued to lick you through your orgasm, whispering soft praises as he did. You whined when Hongjoong removed his fingers from you and he laughed, moving up to peck your lips. 

"Think you're ready for my cock yet princess?" 

You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah. Want you so bad Joong." 

"Good," Hongjoong purred before flipping you over so that you were sat on top of him. With a snap of his fingers Hongjoong was completely naked, his cock standing proud against his stomach, red and leaking precum. "Then take it." 

You lifted up your skirt a little, and hovered over Hongjoong's cock, sinking down on it with a loud moan. Hongjoong gripped your hips tightly, groaning lowly. "That's it. How's that feel." 

"Good…so fucking good." 

"Perfect. Then go ahead, ride me princess." 

You didn't need any more permission than that, beginning to roll and bounce your hips on top of Hongjoong's cock. Moan upon moan spilled out of you as you bounced on top of him. You knew you were probably too loud, but you didn't care and you knew your other boyfriends wouldn't care either. 

And Hongjoong was just as loud, if not louder. Groaning and growling as he bucked his hips up to meet each of your bounces downward with a thrust up of his own. 

"You feel so," thrust "fucking," thrust "Good princess," thrust. "So fucking wet for me. Just dripping down my balls baby." 

"Mhm. All for you, I'm all yours." 

"Yeah?" Hongjoong smirked, and pushed you down onto his cock before beginning to thrust up into you even harder. "Like my big, fat cock huh?" 

"Love it." 

Hongjoong pulled you down so that he could kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. In contrast to the way he was fucking you, his kisses were soft and sweet and full of love.

"I love you my princess." 

"I love you too… Hongjoong I'm gonna." 

"I know. It's okay. You can cum for me. Cum just for me and let them all hear who's making you feel this good." 

You buried your face in Hongjoong’s neck as you came around him, moaning out his name loudly and your hips still moving down on his cock. Your orgasm was the trigger to Hongjoong's own and he buried himself deep inside you as he came with a loud groan, painting your insides white with his cum. The room was incredibly quiet, the sound of soft panting coming from the two of you the only noise which could now be heard. Hongjoong pulled out of you with a low groan and you moved to cuddle into his side, drawing patterns on his chest. 

"You know next time you're jealous Joong. You can just tell me, especially if it's going to lead to sex like this." 

Hongjoong laughed softly, reaching over into his drawer to pull out another cigarette and lighting it up. "You know I'm not exactly the best with feelings y/n." 

"Well yeah, but I want to be the best girlfriend I can be for all of you. And that includes being aware of issues, all of them." 

"I know sweet thing," he kissed your forehead. "I promise I'll try to communicate more." 

"Thank you," you smiled up at him as he took another drag of the cigarette. "You know, I think you might be addicted to those." 

Hongjoong laughed "they don't even begin to compare to how addicted I am to you." 

So perhaps Hongjoong didn't have the best handle on his jealousy. 

But as he laid in bed with you…and then was eventually joined by Yunho and Mingi and Yeosang. And then Wooyoung and San…then Jongho. And finally Seonghwa who scolded him for smoking in bed. He began to think that perhaps that wasn't the worst thing. 

Because he had the eight of you. 

And no amount of jealousy would ever make the eight of you leave.

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TW: Mentions of toxic, emotionally abusive, and possessive relationship. Soft Smut. Soft Pope. Language. Angst from ex.

SUMMARY: Pope sets out to show you how you should be treated after your tumultuous relationship with Rafe has finally come to an end. 

WORD COUNT: 3900

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Anonymous asked:

Hi bestie! How are you? I hope you had a good birthday! Did you do anything special? 

Anyways, I have been thinking about Pope (well let’s be real, when am I not) and thought of a possible idea for a fic. It is long and has a lot of details so of course if you decide to write this, please change/ take out anything you want. 

So, you are dating Rafe and he treats you awful (because he is Rafe) and one day when Pope comes to deliver stuff to your house, he finds you crying on your porch and you tell him about all the stuff Rafe does and he comforts you and invites you to hang with him and the pogues (which takes some convincing jj, but overall they are happy to have you hang with them especially cause they see how different you act now vs before you started dating Rafe, especially because Sarah tells them stuff she has overheard Rafe say to you / about you to his friends) so you start hanging out with them more and Rafe finds out and gets angry at you and tells you to choose between him or them, and you don’t want to choose, so he breaks up with you. And you feel sad but also you realize you feel relieved in a way because you were too afraid to break up with him but of course still kind of sad, and you text Pope (who you have gotten the closest to since hanging with the pogues) and ask if he can meet up, and he again comforts you, and you’re really caught up in the moment and kiss him, but he does not kiss you back so you get embarrassed and are like “im sorry” and he’s like “please don’t be, I really like you, but you guys just broke up and you’re upset, I don’t want to do this just because I’m here and take advantage of your emotions, let’s just wait a little bit okay” and you’re like “okay. But I really do like you, Pope, you make me feel like I imagine how someone is supposed to feel in a relationship, not the stuff I felt with Rafe” and you guys just talk all night and spend the night together (literally just spend the night together haha) and you guys show up to hang with the other pogues together and they (who have all been silently rotting for you and rafe to break up and you and pope get together) are all like 👀 but you guys are like “no not like that. Yet.” 

With that being said, I don’t know where you could include smut, but it definitely needs it because you’re the smut queen, the only thing I can think of is a time jump to where after a few weeks after you break up with rafe, you and pope go on an official date and at the end of the date you guys have sex. And it’s not just rough fucking like how it was with rafe all the time, but instead he is very sweet and gentle and makes you feel loved. 

Anyways, like usual that was way too long but I hope it sparks some inspiration for a Pope fic! I know I say this all the time but again, thank you so much for your writing! I love reading all of your work.       - 💎

*HEY! THANK YOU SO MUCH! JUST CHILLED MOST OF THE DAY, SPENT IT WITH MY FAMILY AND RESTED. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING GREAT! I LOVE THIS REQUEST AND HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT I DID WITH IT :)*

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It wasn’t your first time, not by a long shot. But it would be the first time that you actually made love. This was because this interaction was more than just a sinister attraction to someone as toxic as he was habitual in practices of selfish ambition quelled by your want to make him happy. Instead, this was with someone you’d become close to during the fall of your relationship with Rafe. It was a chance meeting that now led to you sitting on the edge of the bed within The Chateau, unable to sit still, while the door slowly came open to reveal him to you. Sure, it wasn’t your first time, but it would be a first for you in so many other ways…

SIX MONTHS AGO.

You had always told yourself you loved Rafe and that was why you put up with it. And maybe at the beginning of your relationship, he had convinced you of this in the small ways he would leave you feeling important. But as the saying goes, ‘hurt people, hurt people’, and he seemed to do that to you more often than not. Belittling your comments and patronizing you every chance he got. But once alone, he would convince you that he was sorry and just ‘fucking around’, and you would be distracted in the rough sex that would be enough. At least it was until now…

“A-are you alright?” A soft voice suddenly called from your side as your eyes came to lift to Pope Heyward. He wasn’t a stranger, but also not much of a friend, as he was a polar opposite to the lifestyle you were born into. But in the handful of interactions you’d had, he was always kind to you, and this situation would prove no different. 

“I’m sorry-”

“What-why, I’m the one that just barged in..The front door wasn’t open…” He explained while holding up the delivery from Heywards that your parents had ordered the day before. Usually you were off somewhere with Rafe when he would fill this weekly order, but as fate would have it, he would find you at your most vulnerable. 

“But ARE you okay?”

You shrugged. “I’m sure you have a million other things to do.”

“Then consider this a million and one.” He spoke sweetly as you sat next to him, eyes darting to the direction of the front yard as you could only imagine how this would make Rafe crawl from his skin to know you were entertaining a ‘Pogue’ in any capacity. But you never cared for the rivalry or even really understood it as you hadn’t met a mean ‘pogue’, whereas the ‘Kooks’ were as entitled as they were ignorant, leaving you to feel guilty to wear the title yourself. 

“Are you sure?”

“Looks like you need someone to talk to and its been a bit since I could use my pearls of wisdom…” You scrunched your nose up at him for a second, his eyes catching at the adorable way you’d reacted, before his eyes darted away once remembering who you belonged to. 

“It’s just…I know what everyone thinks, okay? I know he’s horrible…But…It’s kind of like getting a car-” His brows raised, “It’s exciting and new…and all the little buttons and-” You paused, “Okay that’s not what I meant, I just mean that it’s the ‘new car smell’ and the excitement of where it could take you…but then after all that excitement…it’s…just another car. Does the same as other ones…maybe a bit crazier than others…” Pope slowly nodded. 

“But…When all the car does is let you down…you would rather walk everywhere else…”

“So why don’t you…walk?”

“Because my entire life is planned out for me. If it isn’t Rafe it’ll be Topper or Kelce or someone just like them…My parents would have a conniption if I even thought of stepping out of their ideas for me.”

“I get it…I mean…the want to please your parents…Which is why…” He pulled himself upwards before extending his hand. “I think we both deserve a night of walking. No obligations. No judgment-”

“What are you offering?” 

“Okay, enough with the analogies…You should smile…You shouldn’t be spending any day crying you're too…nobody should-” He corrected quickly as something within you, call it curiosity or even a small hope to piss off your boyfriend, but you accepted as he would leave the groceries as requested, before taking you to The Cut. 

“Absolutely fucking not!” JJ Maybank rejected your presence, making his way from the hot tub and to a towel, a warm beer positioned on the edge of a table stained without care. 

“In case you forgot, Pope, that’s Rafe’s girlfriend. I don’t want to deal with any damn Kook’s today-” He looked at you. “At least any more…” You wouldn't hear exactly what Pope said to JJ as he pulled him just out of earshot, but saw that it was enough to make him give in and cease his comments of cruelty. For that, it would be enough for you to find some form of comfort in this presence as you were otherwise welcome by the other pogues. 

You managed to convince JJ of the asset you could be to any social gathering, something you’d forgotten since you started dating Rafe as you became more of his shadow, and therefore becoming more of a ‘party queen’ than the quiet version of yourself that they had witnessed. But somewhere between beating JJ in shotgunning beers and relaxing enough to forget just how angry Rafe would be once he found out about your afternoon excursion, Sarah had informed the boys of just how her brother treated you. It was this that took their consideration of you and twisted it into pity, all while Pope’s eyes would linger to you longer than they should have for someone in a relationship. 

And this was how it would be for weeks. That weekly delivery from Heyward’s would act as an Uber of sorts as you sat excitedly on the steps for Pope, as he would lead you to The Cut, where you could forget of every tribulation. And it became this way until Rafe would learn of it. 

“The shit I have to put up with and I have to find out from a pogue that my girl’s spend all her time over there? When you should be with ME?!” Rafe charged at you, your arm in a harsh grip of his hold. 

“Rafe, you’re hurting me-”

“You want to dump me? You wanna go fuck those dirty pogues, hmm? You have to make a choice….Me or them…” The truth was, you were afraid to say anything. If you said ‘yes’, he would make everyone pay for this breakup, including Pope-the absolute last person you wanted to hurt. But if you denied it, he would claim you were a liar anyhow. 

“Forget it. I deserve better than this. I’m fucking done with you.” His words, that should have brought pain, would only bring relief. It was a key to your shackles to him. Since HE was the one to end it, you were free to do as you pleased. But to keep from leading him to any of the pogues to where he’d let his anger get the best of him, you would feign sadness before taking your car and going to The Cut. 

But when you arrived, The Chateau was empty. Not even a lazy JJ lounging in the hammock was nearby. So naturally, you would text Pope, as he was the main reason you’d returned to begin with. Feelings you had convinced yourself were merely friendship that had become so much more in such a short time. Deep conversations spoken beneath the stars as shared dreams of being more than your upbringings. But every time a line would almost be crossed in a traced finger or a gaze held a moment too long, Pope would always retreat. 

“Hey! I was just getting ready to head over-” He stopped himself once noticing how excited you were. 

“Are you alright?”

“I’m…I feel free…”

“What’s the source of such liberation? Maybe you could steal me a bit of whatever it is?” He chuckled as your body felt light with excitement but heavy with need. The need to be near him…

“Rafe dumped me.” He stilled. 

“What? I’m sorry-”

“I should be, right? I should be halfway through a pint of ice cream or something by now, but I’m…I feel so…”

“Free?”

You nodded, chuckling as he would mirror your smile, something he found himself doing quite often whenever it cracked over your face. 

“I just want to dance in the rain and spend every second here just to piss off all of them…I want to…” Your eyes became locked on him as he marveled at you before him, vivacious and beautiful. Before you could correct your steps, you were moving towards him, his cheeks set between your palms and lips taken to yours. But instead of basking in this as you hoped, he would stop you both. 

“Whoa, uh-”

“Oh my God…oh my God…I’m so sorry I…” You paused, suddenly questioning every moment you’d shared. Regretting your steps, you pulled one back to the direction of your car as he was quick to apprehend you. 

“Please don’t go…”

“I didn’t mean it-”

“You didn’t?”

“I-Did you want me to?”

“Look, I REALLY like you…” Your angst faded into exhilaration as you breathed a sigh of relief. But this would quickly be met with reservation once again. 

“But this JUST happened today. And I just want to be sure this would be something you’d actually want-”

“It isn’t JUST today, Pope. It’s been every time we talk…about anything and everything….How you understand in a way they can’t…nobody else ever does…and the way you look at me like that…” His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Like I’m…special…”

“You are…Which is why I don’t want to take advantage of your emotions right now…” You slowly nodded.

“I-I get it…” You did. This was expected from Pope. The rational one out of the group. And in this particular instance, you hated him for it. You wished he would have taken advantage of your emotions, but if you were being completely honest, you were more happy that he hadn’t. 

“You-you don’t have to go.” He reminded. 

“Yeah I do…it’s…it’s gonna be weird now…And you have the groceries to-” He slid the bags over behind the hot tub. 

“What groceries?”

“Pope!”

“There’s nothing cold-I’ll just tell him I had problems with my dad’s boat…It’s conceivable…” You shook your head as your eyes locked once again. Only now, with the freedom to act on the way your eyes fell to his lips, parting in anticipation to what you both wanted. 

“Come on, we’re rectifying this!” JJ pulled you towards the fire, demanding a rematch to yet another session of shotgunning, where you would beat him yet again. But now, as you wiped your chin as Kiara and Sarah cheered you on, your eyes lingered on Pope as he watched you with pride. It was clear something had shifted, but still, neither of you would act on it. At least not tonight. 

“Thanks again for letting me stay here…” You said to John B as he nodded. 

“Anytime…Kind of a Pogue’s headquarters. And you are officially honorary…”

“We need to make a flag or something…” JJ added as your eyes shifted nervously to Pope before you slipped into the room offered to you by John B as the pogues would otherwise take the living room since you were the guest. Although you tried to fight them, they were adamant, and you became too tired to fight them. But as you slipped into the bedroom, having changed into a shirt lent to you by Sarah, you heard a knock come to the frame behind you. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Pope asked nervously before leaning on the door’s frame, correcting his stance, and fidgeting with his fingers as he was clearly nervous. 

“Embarrassed.” He bowed his head. 

“I want to.” His eyes sourced the space separating you as you had to repress rushing to him and wrapping your arms around him, which was all you genuinely wanted. It didn’t have to be sex or even a kiss, just to know he wanted to embrace you just as badly as you wanted him to. 

“I just want to do it right. After knowing how he treated you…” He clenched his jaw. “I want to…I want to do it different-better…for you…” 

“Then can you stay with me?” He took a deep breath, not needing to understand the context before kicking off his sandals and laying on the bed beside you. Rather quickly you would begin to fall back into that comfortable conversation, discussing a mutual love for childhood favorites having been lost to time and ambitions both outrageous and impossible before eventually falling asleep on his chest. 

And this is what brought you to tonight. Having waited almost a week before even holding your hand, the idea of finally being granted this sexual relief after six months, had you anxious by anticipation alone. But that was because even in the minor moments with Pope, even though they were filled with such passion, were also so tender and lengthy. Everything with Rafe had always been to the point and based on him. A time when you thrived to please him, but, with Pope, he seemingly lived to do the same to you. 

“I have a toothbrush in there for you and some extra clothes for after…and…and um…We don’t have to if you-if you don’t want, I mean, I know we’ve talked about it…a lot…but I just want to make sure because after that…this changes things and I REALLY don’t want to screw us up or make you think-”

“Pope?” He swallowed hard. 

“Yeah?”

“Would you just kiss me?” He smiled as you met him at the edge of the bed, his lips pulled apart by the separation allowed by his tongue, before those moist and soft lips came to yours. As always, he began slowly, savoring your reaction and your taste, before his hands began to drift to your hips. But it was only for a moment before your smirk would force you apart. 

“I’m sorry…” He apologized with embarrassment as you would feel his erection already at attention for you. 

“Don’t be…please…But…I want to…” You began to play with his belt, his jaw clenching at the thought of your hand wrapped around him, as he would suddenly take hold of your wrist and pull it carefully between the two of you in a grip still firm but cautious to not bring harm. 

“I want to-”

“No…I’ve had to wait for this…we both have…And I want to take care of you…”

“Pope-”

“I want to take care of you…lay down for me…” The blazed lust behind his eyes, blown wide and at attention to you, made you acquiesce as he would move to his knees as he brought your legs apart. Licking his lips once again, he would guide his fingers up your thighs, beneath your shorts, before looking back up to you. 

“I need you to be honest with what you want-”

“You-” He smirked. 

“I mean what you like…I want to make it everything you want…”

“Then just don’t stop touching me…” You spoke through eyes heavy with your own lust as he would rise to kiss you, a collision of your mouths sending you to pull him deeper into you. But as you had met with him, he set you onto your back once again, bodies quickly entwined, before you led his hand to your thighs. 

“Please, I need to feel you…” He nodded. 

“Fuck…” You breathed as he smirked at how this minor touch had prompted such a response. He kissed you sweetly before moving small circuits of circles around your clit. 

“Please, Pope…I’m so wet-”

“I know…but I need something else first…” You watched him pull himself to his knees before taking each of your legs over his shoulders once removing your shorts slowly from your hips. 

“I want you to come on my face, baby…” Your eyes rolled at the idea as your fingers gripped tightly into the sheets. 

“Let my tongue make you feel good-” He was slow to start, luxuriating in your entire taste, before you bucked upwards. 

Everything felt like the first time. His touch. His kiss. His tongue. And to be fair, it was, in so many ways. Rafe was always sloppy and quick, doing so for the sake of a moment for himself, whereas Pope was calculated and thorough, ensuring you were sopping before he’d even think about doing anything for himself. 

“Jesus Christ, Pope-Please….Please, I want you…” You breathed heavily as he would deepen his sucks and curl the fingers now set inside of you,“POPE! OH SHIT!”

“Mmmm…mmhmm…mmmmm…mmmmhmmm…” He moaned into you, the vibrations sending you over that edge as your pleasure explored past your hips in painless waves of pure ecstasy. You trembled over him as he would use his tongue to clean up after this high, before you pulled him up to you. 

“Right now. Please, Pope…”

“Are you sure? We can wait-”

“I’m not waiting another second. I want you to fuck me…” But to your words, he shook his head. 

“No.”

“Pope!” You groaned as he collected your face between his hands. 

“I mean I’m not fucking you….THIS isn’t that. I’m going to make love to you, baby…Take my time…so you know every thrust is a reason I love you, not because I need to come or make you…not because we’re sorry or owe each other anything…” Tears formed in your eyes from such care. 

“You…you love me?”

He nodded, “Let me show you how much…” He slowly pushed himself inside of you, allowing you to adjust to him, thick and lengthy as he bottomed out with a second and third penetration, quickly finding a loving rhythm as your nails ate into his arms. 

“You feel so good, baby…Shit…” He bowed his head into your shoulder as you brought him into you with a kiss. 

“Please don’t stop…please…Oh my God…” He smirked for a moment before feeling you tense around him. Sweat and sweetness now between you, your passion forced the sheets and mattress itself to feel the extent of such desire, pulled and shifting behind his quickened thrusts. 

“I want you to come for me…” He spoke once setting his forehead against yours. “I need to make you feel good….I need to-”

“Come with me! Please-” You pleaded as he nodded, his body stiffening over you after those final thrusts pulled you both to that mutual edge with an orgasm deeper and more rewarding than any prior. 

“Was that-” Before Pope could ask, you crashed your lips into his once again before you pulled yourself to the end of the bed, extending your hand to him as his eyes fell to your naked frame for a moment. 

“What are you doing?”

“You might not want to fuck me, Pope…But it doesn’t mean we can’t make up for lost time…So…” You moved to the bedroom door, pulling it open, before moving across the corridor and to the bathroom. 

“Do you want to see how sweet I can be?” He paused before following you into the bathroom, the door closing with a slam as you took him into your arms once again, the perfect combination of lust, love, and logning found in his embrace. And this would be proven each time his arms found you in any scenario. He loved you. Sweetly. Perfectly. Deeply. Just as you had loved him in return.

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#pope x reader #pope heyward smut #pope heyward fanfiction #pogues #pope heyward #outerbanks #obx #outer banks smut #obx fanfiction #outer banks #obxsmut

[ahegato]

Hey ahegato! I hope you are well :) I've just discovered your account and I love your posts (especially the fill you up post and how they act around children which was so cute!!). I was wondering whether you could write about how the brothers and mains are like when its their first time with a female MC who had been a virgin?

I can't wait to read more of your posts!

author note: Oh my gosh, my first request, I’m so nervous and excited!! Pretty fitting that my first request is about something being the first time. I’m sooo sorry that it’s so late, I’ve been balls deep in other fandoms

SUPER IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: so I decided to do it like this, and I might keep doing that with all requests I receive: I’ll write for the characters requested, BUT I won’t post them all at the same time, or else you guys are gonna have to wait for like 84 years to get the finished product 😭

So instead I’ll post them all individually (UNLESS the headcanons are very short and don’t include fics) and just link the other ones in it when they get finished. that way you guys still get some kind of content every now and then!

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Mammon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mammoney Writer: ahegato

Context:  The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

Anyway, have an awesome day (that’s an order) and I hope you enjoy it!

lucifer (cumming soon) | mammon (ur here) | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub (cumming soon) | belphegor (cumming soon) | diavolo (cumming soon) | barbatos (cumming soon) | simeon (cumming soon) | solomon

MAMMON:

turns out that “bad boy mammon” is actually super romantic

huh who knew? literally everyone in the whole devildom

if you weren’t aware of how much of a softie he is, you clearly missed him in the entire story

when he finds out you’re a virgin, he gets a little excited

he’s really going to be your first man, huh?

mammon is incredibly nervous about your first time together

but instead of freezing up and not daring to do anything *cough* levi *cough*, he instead just gets reallllllly sensitive to touch

give him a handjob or oral, he’ll tremble and moan like a pornstar

really just kiss him and he won’t know what to do with himself

he wants you to be in control of the pace to be extra safe, so he’ll ask you to be on top

also because it’s hot, but he won’t tell you that (you’ll figure it out eventually anyway)

you start with both of you sitting up and you on his lap

will at some point take one of your hands and refuse to let go

if you cry from the pain, he’ll instantly go into comfort mode

wrapping his arms around you and stroke your back, telling you that you’re doing great and to just wait for a bit longer

he gets extremely lovey dovey and emotional when he’s about to finish, it’s so obvious that he wouldn’t even have to say anything for you to notice, but he still will

even after finishing, he won’t let go of you

doesn’t matter if you’re all sticky from the sweat, you’re his and he’s yours now

might as well be glued together, because he sure is acting like that’s the case

he feels very embarrassed afterwards because he’s not used to being so vulnerable, so pls reassure him

As you finally sink down onto him, he lets out a long, breathy, high-pitched moan. His nails are pressing into your waist, not so hard to draw blood but enough to turn you on even more. The way you’re squeezing him while sitting on his lap, your hands on his shoulders to support yourself, is addictive. But despite that, what’s taking up the most space in his mind is the love he’s feeling for you, as cheesy as it sounds, and the intimate moment you’re experiencing together. He almost gets a little teary at the thought. However, he gets snapped out of it when you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him before sinking back down again, and he lets out a surprised groan. He looks down between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears into you, moaning at the sight. His hands on your waist travel down to your hips, assisting you in your movements. He never wants to let go of you, and he pulls you closer, leaning over to breathe in your scent, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. Mammon has no shame at this point, he’ll bare his neck for you to bite and suck on. If you don’t get the point he’ll literally beg for it, and if he walks out of there without even a single mark, he’ll whine like a baby. He wants physical proof that he’s yours and you’re his. If you let him mark you, he’ll moan long and high-pitched as he does it. If you mark him, he’s legit whimpering and twitching underneath you. He’s drowning in you, kissing any part of your body that he can reach, meeting your movements with his own, and sometimes just gazing at you with a look of pure love. “MC I... I love you... I love you so much...” he huffs, pulling you as close to him as possible. He looks you in the eyes, mere inches away from each other. “I...I’m about to cum...” As he finally gets pushed over the edge, he sinks you down onto his cock as far as he can, holding onto you tightly as he whimpers words of affection in your ear. Once he’s down from his high, the memories of what he said and did return to his brain, and he gets super flustered. “I-I did not just say all that, ya hear me? Don’t tell anyone!” he stutters, suddenly all worried about this so-called reputation. “Of course I won’t tell anyone! But you did say all that, and I loved it.” you reply with a smile. “Y-you did?” the demon asks, looking back at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Of course I did! I loved seeing this side of you, and I love you.” The blush on his cheeks intensifies, but the demon visibly relaxes, a smile forming on his face in return. He cuddles up to you, fully intending to hold you hostage in his bed for the rest of the night.

✦ 30/11/2023 (Im so sorry lmao) - 16/04/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

#headcanons #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #smut #mammon smut #mammoney #obey me #obey me shall we date

[taetaespeaches]

Liiiiv, guess who’s back 😂 It’s drunk anon! And guess what…. I’m drunk again! I’m such a wreck haha. I love that this has become a literal ritual of mine that when I get back to my apartment after a night out, I sit and take my makeup off and slide into your inbox 😂

Wowee what a night. I went from a dinner party, to my friends drag show, and then to the clubs because I was indeed in the mood to shake my ass. Speaking of shaking ass, I was waiting in line for the bathroom at a club when Yoongi’s performance vid came out, and I had to give myself a time out because OH. MY. GOD. That man is so fine I literally have to scrunch my fists together when I talk about his fine-ness because I’m SO OVERWHELMED.

Anyways, the rest of my night was a bloody shit show. The person who I have the worlds biggest crush on (beside my crush for yoongi hehe) showed up tonight with a girl and I literally wanted to CRY when he introduced her as his girlfriend 🥲 I’m really out here feeling like the DUFF (and if you don’t know what this means, please google duff acronym meaning) - this woman is 6ft tall, a natural blonde, and is just drop dead gorgeous in all aspects. I so wish she had a shit personality so I could hate her out of immature jealously, but she is literally the sweetest person ever and we got on so well… so in reality I’m just really happy my friends found such a 10/10 lady… and now she’s a new friend of mine too, so there is my silver lining!

Honestly though, I know it’s my own fault for not voice information my feelings sooner, but I also just can’t help but be like, when is it my turn to be loved, you know? 🥹 I think that’s why I always come to your fics after my drunk antics, because I see everyone go home with their loved ones and I just plod off by myself… I’m the definition of someone who’s never alone, because I’ve built myself such a good network of friends and communities and what not, but at the end of the day coming home to an empty house and going to bed by myself, I’m definitely a bit lonely. I’m never too bothered by it, but tequila certainly heightens my emotional side 😂

Anywho. Onwards and upwards! Tomorrow is a new day and I have my happiness and my health, and all the rest will fall in to place one day! In the meantime I will go to bed with my hash browns, and continue to find my pockets of comfort in Joon writing his letters to Daisy starting with ‘My dearest girl’ 😭

Goodnight Liv! (Even though it’s 6am where I am and probably like 10am where you are lollllll) 💙💙💙

Omg hiiii!!! I too love that this has become a ritual for you <3 I'm honored lol. The night actually sounds so fun, I'm glad you had a good time... you know, up until the :( sads hit. You are not a duff, I don't even need to see you to know that. This girl can be gorgeous but that doesn't make you less gorgeous. I'm sorry that this happened though, I know it sucks. Just let it suck for a bit and hopefully day by day it'll start sucking less and less. It's cool that she was nice, new friends are always great!

I love that you expressed your emotions and then worked yourself through them in this ask WHILE DRUNK might I add lol. You sound so mature, it's so cute. I know the feeling of going home alone and yeah :/ kind of the fucking worst. But it won't always be like that. And I know that bc you're lovely and you'll attract the energy you put out. So therefore, I just know you'll meet someone lovely too and you two will be lovely together and it will all have been worth the wait. And even if you don't meet anyone deserving of you, that's ok bc you have your damn self and you're lovely, remember? Also it's really cool that you have a solid group of people in your life, that's something that definitely should not be taken for granted bc it can be quite rare (not that you're taking it for granted, I'm just saying like good on you for building those relationships, you're doing great sweetie!)

Ugh Joon and Daisy- that's the kind of relationship you deserve, my love <3 Good... afternoon?? I think? It's 8 pm here so it's probably what, around 2 pm there? Idk, I'm shit at time conversion but yeah, good evening from me 🧡

#drunk anon #asks #you were literally like your own therapist here i love it #also i love reading this and picturing you all tipsy taking your makeup and winding down for the night. so cute

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

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[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Have a nice day! Could you please write something touching for Lord Heisenberg who accidentally made his highly sensitive beloved cry using the prompt #32 from the prompt list? Thank you so much!

Sure! I'll do my best!💖Sorry if it’s kind of short

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Pushed Over the Edge

You poke the bear hard enough and Heisenberg lets you have it.

#32 “Are you able to forgive me?”

Heisenberg was known to have a short temper. In fact, he was known to blow up at any given moment. This was one of the things about him that frightened you. He tried to control his temper around you, but sometimes he couldn’t stop himself from blowing up.

You should’ve known better than to push him after that meeting with Miranda.

It also didn’t help that you were a bit sensitive. Kind of ironic, that man with a short temper would be with someone who was highly sensitive. However, you guys were making it work. Heisenberg was yet to blow up on you.

Until that day.

He was already in a bad mood due to a failed experiment. Nothing seemed to be going right for Heisenberg that day. Then Mother Miranda calls in, saying she needs to speak to all the Lords ASAP. He left in a mood, and you knew he was going to come back in a mood.

“That. Fucking. BITCH.” Was the first thing you heard when he arrived back followed by the slamming of doors. Actually, it sounded like a lot of stuff was being broken. 

This happened a lot when he threw his fits.

You could hear him yelling about Miranda, and the other Lords (mostly Lady Dimitrescu). Apparently, she had gotten on his nerves as well. Heisenberg had a short fuse she must’ve noticed and took advantage of it. However, most of his anger seemed to be directed towards Miranda.

“I can’t believe she had the fucking audacity to ask that of me!” He shouted while literally flipping a table. You flinched a bit, but slowly made your way towards the noise. With some hesitance, you opened the door.

“Ask...what of you?” You asked gently, not wanting to upset him further. Yep, the room was an absolute mess from his torment.

“None of your business.” He growled and you winced at the aggression. You knew you hit a nerve. So, why did you keep pressing?

“I just want to help.” You tried again, and this time, you saw him tense up completely. You stayed where you were, not knowing what he might do to you. However, he soon unclenched his fists.

“I don’t need your fucking help.” Heisenberg angrily said and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. He wasn’t mad at you, you tried to keep that thought in your head.

“But-” Your attempt to console him once more snapped him.

“Just get the fuck out!” Him nearly hitting you with a piece of flying metal was your breaking point. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying but tried your best to hide it in case that irritated him anymore.

“I-I’m sorry.” You started out before doing what he asked, and quickly fled. Heisenberg watched you leave, blood still boiling from what he had to listen to earlier. 

However, after a few minutes, he began to realize what he did.

“Shit...” He muttered to himself while placing a hand to his face in distress. Heisenberg always tried to control his temper around you because he understood both how sensitive you were and that his anger frightened you.

Now, here he has gone and made you cry.

Heisenberg was literally the worst at apologies. Mostly because he’s never had to give them to anyone but you. I mean, he’s never been sorry for anything in his life. But he had to try, or else it will look like he meant what he said. So, he set about to find you.

Assuming you would actually forgive him.

It didn’t take long to find you. You were sitting outside, but still in the safety of the factory’s fence line. However, he could hear you crying from where he stood at the doors. 

This was the one thing he was probably nervous for.

Walking towards you, he figured that if he could try to get you to smile or anything, he would be okay. He can’t lose you. That’s all he knows, and he’s hoping beyond hope that you will let him explain.

“It’s kind of cold out. You alright?” He asked with that smile as if nothing happened. You just looked over your shoulder at him with a frown on your face.

Speaking of faces, yours broke his heart.

It was red from the biting cold and covered in tears. Tears that he placed there. Heisenberg now felt it in his heart to make things better. Heck, he will do anything to see you smile at him again.

“Look, Y/N...,” Heisenberg walked towards you a bit before sitting beside you. It broke his heart a bit when you flinched, “I’m...this is never easy for me...I’m sorry.”

You looked over at him. Heisenberg looked like a mess, whether it be from his tantrum earlier or apologizing, you didn’t know. All you did know, was that he looked beyond guilty.

“Are you able to forgive me?” He then asked while handing you, well, it looked like some torn up weeds. Maybe there was a flower in there. Seriously, it looked like he just leaned over and tore up a clump of grass.

You started to giggle a bit.

“I’m trying to be sincere, and you’re laughing at me.” Heisenberg brought his hand back a bit, but you grabbed him by the wrist and took the vegetation from him.

“No. I’m just finding it adorable. Your way of apologizing.” You said while gesturing to the clump of whatever it was in your hands. For once, he looked flustered by your actions.

“But yes, I think I can forgive you.” You ceased your laughter and smiled for real. Heisenberg slowly smiled to himself before placing an arm around you, that smirk slowly growing on his face.

“Miranda wanted me to kill you.” He admitted after a while. You gave him a shocked look.

“She believed that you were a distraction to me, so she asked me to kill you. I wouldn’t have it. That’s why I was so mad earlier.” Heisenberg told you. Now you can understand why he didn’t want to tell you.

“Thanks for telling me. Sorry for trying to pry earlier.” You said while leaning into him after a strong gust of wind blew by.

“I’m sorry for yelling. Next time, I’ll go over to Moreau and take my frustration out on him.” He said with a smirk, and you slapped his chest.

“Be nice to him. He doesn’t know any better.” You said with a laugh, “But if you do, bring him some plants as an apology.”

“Hey now, those are some quality plants.” He defended his apology gift to you while helping you to your feet. You laughed as he laughed, shielding you from the breeze as the two of you went back inside.

It was good to have the old Heisenberg back. The one that laughs instead of yells.

Even if his laughter was directed at the mockery of others.

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[levis-bathtub]

Some weird headcanons and vibe readings and stuff no one asked for

Lucifer:

Can't ride a bike. He says he just doesn't like riding them but he really just never learned

Can't grow a beard. Like at all.

Probably near sighted but chooses not to wear glasses or contacts

Strikes me as the type of person to just. Not go to the doctor? Like ever?

Mammon:

Colorblind

Pissed off a goose once and is now terrified of geese. Understandably.

Probably scared of horses too. They're too big. He doesn't like them.

Fucking sticks gum under the desk

Probably really likes animated movies

Really good at foosball (I think it's called table soccer in other places?)

I wanna see him wear a beanie. I think he'd look cute.

Leviathan:

Can't wink. He just kind of like blinks one eye at a time.

Looks like he can't swim. I know he's a sea monster but he just kind of has that vibe? Like the kid who cries whenever he walks too far into a pool and his feet lift off the bottom. That vibe.

Really likes those girly desserty scented lotions/hand sanitizers but is too embarrassed to ask for some so he'll just stare longingly until someone offers it to him

Satan:

Sneezes. Just. Into the open. Those big giant old man sneezes.

Writes post-it note reminders for himself, but they're super vague so he just has notes with shit like "Ask Beel about *illegible scribble*" and "Buy thing" all over his room

Because of his vague note taking skills he just does the whole "Well if I can't remember it, it must not be important" thing and just... never does anything about it. He can't even remember to take the post-it notes down.

"I don't work here but yeah I'll help you"

Asmodeus:

Collects things. From small things like candles and knickknacks, to whole ass clocks and lamps and shit

Can never figure out how much to tip so he just leaves how ever much he thinks they deserve (which is always way too much but who's complaining?)

"Hey, MC, share a locker with me 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰"

Locker is full of random decor and photos and those little white boards and has literally no room for MC's things

"Wait why are you moving back to your locker 😟"

You know why.

Beelzebub:

Type of guy to just never go to a barber. He cuts his own hair. Sometimes it's ugly but he does the whole "Well I can't see the back of my head so I don't care" thing. You should. It's a disaster.

Sunscreen who?

"Hey, can I borrow a pencil?" *chews the shit out of it*

Also the one guy in class who's pen always explodes. Like??? How does that keep happening? I've never had a pen explode on me before??? How does he do it???

Belphegor:

Unkempt eyebrows

Like. Really unkempt.

Not a headcanon or anything but he'd look super hot in glasses

Just fucking smacks things whenever they're not working as if that's helping at all

Would be really artsy if he wasn't so lazy. Same.

Diavolo:

Excessively polite to NPCs while playing video games

Just apologizing left and right and crying after hurting characters that don't even exist

(I'm projecting can you tell)

Really wants to try dyeing his hair but Barbatos keeps talking him out of it

Let the man experiment, Barbatos

Really good at bar games. Like poker and darts and billiards and stuff

I think he'd look hot with a 5 o'clock shadow but that might just be me

Barbatos:

Does the "I'm invested in this TV show but I refuse to acknowledge it so instead of sitting down I'll just stand next to the couch with my hands behind my back for an upsettingly long period of time" dad thing.

Really into trains

Gives off the vibe that he knows how to grill really well but is actually just kind of average at it.

I feel like he's really into rom-coms, but not the good ones. He just likes laughing at bad movies and thinks they're more entertaining than actually good movies.

I don't know anything about weed but I feel like Barbatos smokes weed. Probably with Solomon. Or maybe because of Solomon. Solomon can be stressful to deal with.

Solomon:

Gives me "Chaotic neutral dad chaperoning an elementary school field trip" vibe.

Probably has a lot of skills that he just... never uses? Like playing the saxophone? Knife throwing? Juggling? He's lived a long life and gets bored easily. He has a lot of time to learn a lot if things.

Just. Likes to set things on fire.

Likes the smell of gasoline.

Simeon:

I don't know if canon Simeon would be into drinking alcohol, but human AU Simeon would be super into fancy wines and champagne and stuff

Probably knows a lot about cheeses too? Both in canon and human AU.

Throws those really relaxing parties. Like Christmas parties, cocktail parties, movie nights.

Just really domestic and wholesome and relaxing to be around.

Really likes owls.

Luke:

Little kid cough

And chugging a bottle of water hella loud

As someone with ADHD, Luke has ADHD. I'm not sorry, I do make the rules.

I feel like he's really into antique stuff? Like old toys and stuffed animals and posters. Stuff that's cute and childish but with a hint of retro aesthetic.

Also into flowers. Like arranging bouquets and wreaths, flower language, stuff like that. He just likes pretty things, ok?

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[saintqueer]

About the rad louies and stuff. I am a larrie, I love H&L but I wasn't expecting this level of stunting from Harry at this point and it makes me sad. This is kind of a cry for help because the last think I want is to think bad about Harry, but sometines I'm genuinely concerned... would he give up all of his creative ambitions just to be with him? I hate the ladies man he is trying to sell AGAIN, and many harries, larries, directioners don't like it either, so Harry WHY? :( Please don't be mad

hey babyyy,

i'm not mad! i don't blame you for being sad and confused. i'm not a discourse blog and i don't plan to become one (despite my last few posts, sorry!) but i want to answer this because this is such a hard time in the fandom and we could all use some comfort.

it's fair to say none of us were expecting this level of stunting after 2019 and 2020. but i think it is important to emphasize that just because he is no longer as tightly controlled as he was as a teenager, does not mean he likes stunting. this stunt was not his idea. he was not sitting in a board room going "hey guys what if i make out with olivia on a yacht, that'd be so fun!" he is a closeted gay man who has to do some ridiculous stuff to maintain his closet and to be successful in the music industry and now hollywood.

now, you say you "hate the ladies man he is trying to sell again." i want to be very clear here, he, himself, is not and never has tried to sell this. this image was pushed upon him incessantly at the tender age of 16 (when he was a LITERAL child) and he was buried deep in that image by 1d's team and the tabloid media for eight years straight. while in 1d he pushed back on this image as much as he possibly could. he hates this image and he had no choice in it. just listen to Don't Let Me Go, listen to Something Great, listen to Two Ghosts, and if you need further reassurance of something recent: listen to Falling!!!!! watch the Falling music video! what do you think he is talking about when he says "what if i'm someone i don't want around?" the image of "the drink in my wandering hands." i see Harry far more in his music than i do in his pap pictures or than i do in HSHQ. i cannot picture someone writing those songs who is not incredibly self-aware, good intentioned, and deeply deeply loving.

yes, we hate this stunt. yes, it is bringing back some of the narrative that haunted us during 1d of the womanizer. yes, we are all slightly confused as to why he agreed to it after what looked like a serious image rebranding in 2019. we do NOT have the answers. i simply don't know, anon. BUT i am not going to start questioning who Harry is and how he wishes to be seen. and, honestly, that takes some faith right now. especially after yachtgate 2.0. but i am happy to say it is not blind faith because Harry is still Harry. i am going to pull out the big guns and attach fimq's video "The Womanizer." perspective is important and it hasn't been a very long time in the grand scheme of things since fimq made this video. re-watch this or watch it for the first time and tell me who the real Harry is:

i think it's easier to vilify harry for rads because 1) his uber success and 2) he distanced himself very purposefully once the band went on hiatus. i highly suspect harry did so for his mental health and likely after working through some serious trauma in therapy. it's easier to think someone's a villain when you rely on tabloid fodder. i don't believe tabloid fodder about louis, so why would i about harry? just because i have less access to him, doesn't mean he's now a different person from the one i've grown to know.

harry's success means all the stunts are in your face but louis still has a whole ass beard and child. and he talked about that child and beard during promo in 2020! i don't think he is any less brave or good because of that. so it'd be cruel to say so of harry. closeting is never the fault of the closeted person. no matter how famous and successful.

and, finally, your question of would he still give up all his creative ambitions just to be with louis referencing what i said in my post which harkened to IICF. well, i think that question is moot. i think they likely determined a long time ago, 2015 or 2016, that both of them did not want the other to give up their ambitions for the other. and gladly so because that would not make for a very healthy or happy relationship. they decided they could stick together and still support each other's dreams; that they could survive the closeting if they had each other. it's a measure of love to say you would give up everything if they asked you too. but assuming louis loved/loves harry just as much, do you think he would even entertain the idea of allowing harry to give up on his dreams of singing, writing music, acting, being a gender-fucking fashion icon? nahhhh!!! would you let your partner do that? so to answer your question... i think harry still loves louis just as much as he did when he wrote IICF, probably even more now. do i think his ambition is a hindrance to his love for louis? no, not at all. i think louis is the biggest harrie there is, just like i think harry is the biggest louie.

okay, i think i've gone on long enough. i hope i've brought you some comfort in some way, anon. and i apologize to anyone who has to scroll past this fucking novel. but i think i needed this chat just as much as anon did. harry is a good and beautiful princess even when he is harder to access!

if you're not already all discoursed out, anon, i will leave you with two posts that i felt were helpful to my thinking recently. this post about bravery and being generous to closeted individuals. and this post about closeting and coming out. also, i hope you did watch that fimq video, it's an important reminder for all of us right now!

this is officially the end of my apparent anti-rad manifesto.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

Failed, Faked, Fallen - Harry Styles

a/n: this story was a pain in the ass, not gonna lie and i really thought i would just end up deleting the whole thing but I MADE IT TO THE END YAY so now please take the time to read bc it literally made me want to jump off a cliff lol

special thanks to @pastequeharry​ for putting up with me throught the writing process, she is the reason i didn’t just delete the whole thing haha

pairing: Fratboy!Harry x Reader (fake dating AU)

word count: 16.6k

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Tonight has been in the making for ten years. Every fiber in your body is protesting against it, but you just can’t carry this massive secret around any longer. You need to tell your best friend that you are in love with him, have been since middle school when you first met him. It’s a scary thing to come clean about your feelings for someone, but you feel like it’s now or never.

Your friendship with Oliver has been always a little… blurry. You were just regular friends when he was dating someone, but whenever he was single, he seemed to seek comfort and intimacy with you. It always starts with him getting a little more touchy and cuddly with you, then comes the kissing and hugging, his hands wandering to places friends shouldn’t explore and you somehow always end up in a bed…  

Then it would immediately change once he got himself a girlfriend and you figured he has just been confused about his feelings for you. It has to be that, right? These past few weeks the situation was the same. He broke up with this girl he was seeing all summer before you all came back to school and you think this is the perfect time to finally talk about what’s really going on between the two of you.

Your roommate, Sandra has helped you with your makeup for tonight’s frat party and now you are deciding on the dress. You want to look your best so when Oliver confesses his love for you tonight, you’ll look as dreamy and pretty as you always dreamed about.

“The black one is fucking mint,” Sandra points at the black bodycon dress lying on your bed. “I can give you my red leather jacket,” she offers, finishing up putting her hoop earrings in.

“The red jacket?” you eye her in surprise. Sandra loves that jacket more than her own life. The two of you have been sharing your clothes since you became roommates last year, but the jacket has been off limits always.

“I know how important tonight is for you. The occasion deserves the red jacket,” she chuckles, stepping to her wardrobe to get the jacket. It’s the most badass leather jacket you’ve ever seen, looks so perfect on Sandra every time she wears, you feel honored she is letting you take it for the day.

“Oliver won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you,” she smiles at you excited once you’re all dressed. The jacket looks amazing, pulls the look together perfectly, you can’t deny that.

Soon enough, the two of you leave the dorm and head in the way of Kappa Chi, that’s only a fifteen minute walk away from your dorm. They are having a party almost every other week, those boys would celebrate the stupidest shit just to fill their house up with people and booze as much as possible. You and Sandra have been attending their parties since first year, it’s always a great way to unwind after a tiring week at uni.

“When is he coming?” Sandra asks over the music once you two arrive and head to the kitchen for a drink.

“Um, he texted me ten minutes ago that he is about to leave soon. He’ll be here shortly,” you tell her and thank her when she hands you a beer in a red solo cup.

The house is packed, just like always. Most of the football players from school are member of Kappa Chi, so naturally, all girls want to be around when they are throwing a party. You could say they are the popular guys, but it’s not like in the movies. They are just some particularly handsome guys living together, attracting a lot of girls. They are not at all unreachable, you are kind of friends with a few of them as well even without being a sorority girl yourself.

Standing in the kitchen you get into a conversation with a few girls from your dorm, that’s when you see Harry Styles storm through the house, Naomi Saddler following behind him, seemingly very much in the middle of a fight he doesn’t want to take part in. You know Harry, but you couldn’t say you two are that close. You did a group project last year together and he is actually a really smart guy despite the gossips about him just being a dumb womanizer. He surely is a ladies’ favorite, but you wouldn’t say the description fits him. You haven’t actually seen him with more than three girls since freshman year, unlike some of his other teammates that hook up with a different girl every weekend. He and Naomi have been in this on-off relationship for a few months now, but you don’t know much about them. You don’t run in the same groups to know the details.

The two of them disappear upstairs and you are pulled out of your thoughts when someone asks you a question, so you forget about Harry and Naomi in a blink of an eye.

An hour passes and still no sign of Oliver and you start to feel anxious. You shoot him a text, struggling a little with the typing thanks to the alcohol you’ve been consuming to keep your cool. Surprisingly, he answers right away.

Oliver: Be there in 3. Meet me outside?

Y/N: Sure!

“Alright, wish me luck,” you tell Sandra as you fill your cup again and head outside.

Kappa Chi has a nice backyard with a decent sized pool, some beerpong tables and lots of lounge chairs. You walk past the beerpong games, paying no attention to them at all as you go for an empty lounge chair. You sit down, fix your dress nervously and wait while you try to think through what you’ll tell him.

You can’t believe you are finally telling him how you are feeling. Your teenager self would be peeing herself is she knew what you are planning to do now. All those years of pining and crying whenever Oliver had a girlfriend in the past, now is your chance to finally be that girl and you’re actually quite convinced he’ll say he feels the same way about you.

Fidgeting with one of the zippers on Sandra’s jacket, you nervously wait for Oliver to show up. You look in the direction of the backdoor right when he appears from the crowd inside. Your heart skips a beat as you stand up quickly, a smile tugging on your lips. You are just about to wave in his way to catch his attention when you see some brunette by his side… holding his hand. And then she kisses him shortly right before they step out of the house.

What the fuck?! This cannot be true. Who is she? And why do you know nothing about her? Did Oliver keep it a secret that he is dating someone? But why?!

For a moment you actually feel like you are about to faint. Blood rushes out of your head as you see the couple walk their way around the beerpong tables, Oliver obviously looking for you, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

“Y/N! There you are!” he beams happily, pulling the brunette with him when he finally spots you. You need a moment for yourself to get over the first wave of your shock.

“Oh, yeah! Hi!” you smile awkwardly, eyes meeting with the girl’s. She is so pretty and actually seems nice. You hate her for that.

“Y/N, I want you to meet Lexi,” Oliver introduces the brunette. “Lexi, this is Y/N.”

“I’ve heard so much about you, Y/N!” she smiles, pulling you into a hug that catches you off guard for sure.

“Wow, I… wish I could say the same,” you bitterly reply, eyes meeting Oliver’s once Lexi lets go of you. He is clearly uncomfortable at your comment, but tries to mask it quickly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to tell you about Lexi. But it’s kind of new.”

“How new?”

“We’ve been going out for about three weeks,” she answers your question, her hand finding his pretty quickly as she smiles up at him with so much adoration.

“Oh,” is all you manage to get out for a moment. You still haven’t completely processed that your plan just went straight out the window and that once again, Oliver chose another girl over you.

But then, the more you think about it, the angrier you get. You are tired of this stupid game you two have been playing, but you also have no idea what to do about it.

“I thought that Y/N, if you have a boyfriend, we could maybe go on some double dates! Would be so much fun!” Lexi suggests, but her words make your stomach churn. You have always wanted to go on double dates, but with Oliver being your date. Not someone else’s…

“I uhh… I don’t…” You are so frozen, you can’t even think of an answer, you just want to leave as soon as possible, so you can cry yourself to sleep. Oliver brings an arm around Lexi’s shoulders, looking down at you as if he wasn’t cuddling you just not that long ago. As if he wasn’t preaching your beauty a few weeks ago, making you feel like the only girl in the world. This is so not fair.

“Y/N is not a fan of double dates.”

Suddenly, an arm swings around your shoulders and a tall body stands next to you, pulling you to his side. Turning your head you are shocked to see Harry standing there, smiling at Oliver and Lexi as if this discussion was completely his business.

Oliver seems just as shocked as you are. He is staring at the football player by your side with wide eyes.

“Wait, you two are… dating?”

“It’s pretty new, but yeah. Y/N and I have been going out for a while. Right, baby?” He squeezes your arm, glancing down at you and when your eyes meet, he gives you a look that says ‘just go with it, I’m saving your ass’ and you decide to play your part.

“Oh, umm, yeah. We’ve kind of reconnected when we got back after the summer,” you nod, hoping that your voice doesn’t give you away.

“That’s amazing!” Lexi cheers, clearly eating up the impromptu lie, but as you glance at Oliver, you can tell he is sceptic.

“I didn’t even know you were friends in the first place,” he comments, eyebrows furrowed a little as he eyes Harry’s hand on your shoulder.

“We were! We had a great time working on a group project last year and then later I asked for her number. But the summer was so busy for both of us, so we kind of fell out, but then we met again in September and I finally manned up to ask her out.”

You are impressed by how easily Harry is lying. If you didn’t know it wasn’t true, you would eat it up just as easily as Lexi is doing right now. Especially because his body language matches up with what he is saying so well. He is keeping you close, fingers dancing on your upper arm and shoulder, anyone would think he actually has a thing for you, but you know that’s not true. You two are barely even friends.

“That sounds so nice. We definitely should meet up sometime, the four of us!” Lexi suggests again and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“We’ll see about that. But I’ll have to steal Y/N away now, I have something to show her.” Harry bids his goodbye quickly, pulling you away before Oliver could even say a thing and you just blindly follow him inside the house.

You don’t even process what’s happening. Harry takes your hand, pulling you through the crowd and you catch Sandra’s gaze who is still standing in the kitchen, her eyes widening when she sees you with Harry. You just shrug in confusion, following Harry upstairs until he leads you into a room that, you assume, is his.

When he shuts the door closed, the noises of the party gets muffled and you look at him with probably the stupidest look ever.

“Alright, let me explain myself,” he breathes out. “I’m sorry if I stepped over some boundaries, I just… I was outside and heard the conversation. Thought I would help you out.”

“But what made you think I needed help?” you ask. The conversation was very innocent for an outsider. He couldn’t know what you were planning to do, so why did he think you needed his help?

Harry gives you a tight-lipped smile, cocking his head to the side.

“Y/N, we might not be close friends, but I’ve seen you around with Oliver. It’s written on your forehead that you have the fattest crush on the guy.”

“What?!” you snap, feeling your cheeks heating up. “Is this really that obvious?!”

“Don’t worry, seems like he is one of the few that don’t seem to notice it. I saw how uncomfortable you were when he introduced the girl. Seemed like you needed the help.”

Nodding you take a few seconds to process everything that just happened. You shouldn’t have drunk that much, because now your brain has to work even harder to put the picture together.

“Alright, but… now they think that we are dating. Lexi will want to meet up with us and it will look stupid if we never even show up again together.”

Harry nods, his lips rolling into his mouth and you know just from his look that there’s more.

“Yeah, about that. I might have had some selfish reasons behind my actions as well.”

“What do you mean?”

Harry walks past you, over to his bed and sits on the edge, leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs. You’re not sure what to do with yourself, if you should sit next to him or somewhere else, he has a few beanbags in the corner of his room, but you decide to just keep standing.

“So, I don’t know if you know this but I had this thing with Naomi Saddler.”

“Harry, everyone knows it.”

“Right, yeah,” he chuckles awkwardly. “So the thing is, we have broken up a long time ago, but she keeps coming after me and I’m just so over it. So when we were fighting earlier today I told her that I’m dating someone else so I would appreciate if she left me alone.”

He doesn’t need to say more, you finally see the whole picture. He helped you because he felt sorry for you, but also because he thought it would benefit him as well. You could be his new girlfriend so Naomi would finally let him be. You have to admit, it’s a lucky coincidence, but still, the situation is a little absurd for your liking.

“So… what are we supposed to do now?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. Harry looks up at you, seemingly surprised you haven’t snapped at him.

“Well, I know it sounds crazy, but I think we both would benefit from it if we just… pretended to be a couple,” he clears off.

“Like, a real couple?”

“Well, obviously not real, but it would look real to others,” he chuckles, standing up and taking a few steps closer to you. “I know it sounds stupid, but I’m convinced we could pull it off.”

“We barely know each other.”

“We’ll have plenty of time for that, won’t we?” he asks with a boyish smirk. “Look, we just have to appear together here and there. I’ll pick you up sometimes, we can go for lunch or dinner sometimes, and I’ll get you tickets for some of my games. That’s it. People will see us out together and that’s gonna be perfectly enough. Or do you actually hate me? Now is the time to tell me.”

“I don’t hate you, I don’t know you that well,” you reply with a soft chuckle. “But I’m not convinced enough this is a good idea at all.”

Harry sighs and walks closer until he can rest his hands on your shoulders. You look deep into his green eyes as he smiles at you warmly.

“Let’s make a deal. You can use me as an excuse whenever Oliver and Lexi wants to hang out with you, or if they actually force you to meet them, I’ll go with you so you won’t be the third wheel. And you’ll just have to say that I’m your boyfriend and spend some time with me so Naomi believes I’m dating you. I think it’s a fair deal for the both of us. And you can call it off anytime, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

You chew on your bottom lip, thinking hard to figure out what to do. Judging from this short conversation with Lexi, you’re sure she’ll try to keep you around often, but you are not in the mood to watch Oliver be all lovey-dovey with someone else, so you could actually use a solid excuse, which Harry just offered you on a silver plate. You just have to spend some time with him in exchange and tell people he is your boyfriend. It’s not that horrible and you always thought Harry is nice company, you two just never was in the same friend group to get closer. You can’t really bring up anything against his plan.

“Okay,” you finally nod, Harry’s eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Really?”

“Why are you so shocked? Your points were valid, I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Yes! Thank you!” he cheers, arms wrapping around you as he hugs you tight in excitement. “I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, you won’t be disappointed!”

You want to say how it’s easy to be the best because you’ve had none so far, but you decide to keep this information to yourself.

“We need to get our story straight though, so we don’t mess it up when someone asks.”

The two of you go over an elaborate timeline of your nonexistent relationship so you’ll be able to tell the same story. It’s the same he told Lexi and Oliver outside, you just agree on the details, like when you started dating, how he asked you out, what you’ve been doing as a couple lately.

When you leave his room a little later you’re still a tad bit shocked where this evening ended up heading. You really thought tonight would be the turning point for you and Oliver, but now you are in a fake relationship with Harry Styles, ready to fool everyone around you.

Walking down the stairs Harry takes your hand and laces your fingers together. You agreed on no kissing on the lips for now, but other touching is allowed, you’re just not used to have someone other than Oliver touch you like this.

“Want another drink?” he asks as the two of you walk into the kitchen. You’ve already caught some wide-eyed look upon your arrival, but you’re trying your best to ignore them.

“I surely need it,” you nod, making Harry chuckle.

Sandra and the other girls are still in the kitchen and she immediately pulls you to the side when Harry lets go of you to get drinks.

“What the fuck?!” she snaps, clearly a little drunk, but not enough to ignore the fact that she has seen you now two times holding Harry’s hand.

“Sandra, don’t freak out, I’ll explain it all when we go home, alright? But… as far as you know, Harry and I are dating.”

“You what? You better fucking tell me everything when we get back to the dorm!” she demands right when Harry appears, two cups in his hands, giving you one of them.

“Here,” he smiles warmly.

“Thank you. Harry, this is Sandra, my roommate.”

“Hi, I think I’ve seen you around, but we just never met.” Harry holds out his now empty hand and Sandra shakes it with a dramatic smile, clearly still confused about the situation.

“Yeah, but I guess we’ll be… seeing each other more?” she implies, telling Harry she knows something is up without using those words.

“Ehm, I guess,” he nods, a little uncomfortable before he turns to you. “Alright, I’ll get out of your hair. Let me know when you want to go back to the dorm.” “Sure,” you nod, Harry squeezes your hand gently before moving away.

Sandra is dying to know what the situation is with Harry, but you don’t really have the chance to talk in the middle of the party, so it’s postponed to later. You and Harry do your own thing through the rest of the night, occasionally interacting whenever you cross paths. When that happens he makes sure to touch your arm or face, have a few words with you so people see that the two of you have a thing going on.

It’s a little past one am when you and Sandra decide it’s time to head home. As promised, you shoot Harry a text that you’re planning to leave and he replies with one saying he’ll meet you outside at the front. By the time you and Sandra step outside, he is already there waiting.

“Ladies, let me walk you home,” he smirks charmingly, offering his arm for the both of you, so this is how you head home: you, Sandra and Harry walking side by side with linked arms.

“Mm, Harry, I hope you know you won’t be spending the night in our room,” Sandra sighs, clearly a little too lost in her drunk thoughts. Harry chuckles, finding it amusing that Sandra is so blunt.

“Weren’t planning to.”

“Good. I’m not gonna listen to you guys have sex all night.”

“Sandra!” you snap at her, gasping. It’s funny how she also believed the little act you and Harry put up tonight.

The walk back to the dorm is short and it’s mostly filled with Sandra’s babbling about whatever catches her attention. Arriving to the building Sandra says her goodbye to Harry, heading up to the room on her own so you can have a minute with Harry.

“I’ve had at least ten people coming up to me tonight, asking about you,” Harry tells you, an excited sparkle in his eyes.

“Really? And what did you tell them?”

“What we agreed on. That you’re my girlfriend.”

“Sounds so weird,” you admit with a chuckle.

“You’ll get used to it,” he nods smiling. “Well, I’m gonna head back. I’ll talk to you later, okay? We’ll discuss the dates and all.”

“Very romantic,” you point out smirking, but Harry just laughs before he gives you a quick hug.

“Good night, Y/N. Or should I say, baby?”

“Bye!” you sing waving in his way as you walk into the building.

It’s no surprise that Sandra is already out when you walk into the room. Her clothes are in a pile next to her bed, but she managed to throw on at least a t-shirt before she passed out. You just smile at her before doing your quick night routine and go to sleep yourself.

“So… you are fake dating Harry, because Oliver introduced you his new girlfriend and also because he is trying to get rid of Naomi? Am I getting this right?”

Sandra narrows her eyes at you over her morning coffee the next day, though it’s already past noon. Waking up was a little painful for the both of you, but especially for her, the two of you decided to treat yourselves for a very late brunch while you tell her everything she needs to know about last night.

“Yeah,” you nod, taking a bite from your waffles. “I know, it sounds stupid, but… it can easily work great for the both of us.”

“I can’t believe he just came up with it. You guys are not even really friends.”

“I know, I was shocked when he appeared all of a sudden and called me baby. Almost fainted,” you chuckle.

“I hope you know you’ll be one of the most envied girls in school if the news spread and I’m sure it will, because even I heard people talking about you and Harry last night.”

“I know, but there’s not much I can do about that,” you shrug.

“I feel like it’s the plotline of some teenage rom-com,” Sandra huffs. “Just be careful, Y/N,” she sighs, finishing off her coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that pretending can easily turn into reality. If you’ll spend so much time with Harry, there’s a chance you’ll develop real feelings for him. Just make sure you won’t end up with a broken heart.”

“That’s silly, I won’t fall for Harry. I…” You cut your words, thoughts wandering over to Oliver right away, and how you felt when he introduced you to Lexi.

“I hope you’re right,” Sandra tells you, stuffing the last bits of her muffin into her mouth.

The weekend flies by fast, you busy yourself with doing laundry and finishing a paper you need to turn in soon. Harry text you on Sunday that he’ll walk you to class on Monday morning and you agree to meet up a little earlier so you can actually talk it all out.

Sandra is still in bed when you leave in the morning. Just as Harry promised, he is waiting for you in front of the building, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a loose grey shirt and a zip-up hoodie. His curls look untamed, a little all over the place, but it looks good on him. You have to admit, that he is definitely handsome, you understand why so many of the girls at school are after him.

“Good morning, girlfriend,” he smirks, holding out his hand for you that you take, still feeling a little weird about walking around campus hand in hand with him.

“Good morning. How was your weekend?”

“Pretty boring, we had to clean up after the party,” he chuckles. “Wanna grab a coffee?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You swing by the little café that’s on campus before aiming for a bench under one of the pergolas near the main building.

“So, you still haven’t changed your mind,” he speaks up. It’s not a question, more like a comment.

“Not yet,” you chuckle softly, sipping on your cappuccino.

“I meant it that you can tell me whenever you want out. I don’t want to force you into it in any way.”

“I know,” you smile at him. “I’m fine for now. It’s just still a little weird.”

“I know, but I’m kind of happy you are the one I’m doing this with.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know, you seem like a cool person. I actually enjoyed working with you last year on that project, you are funny and smart, I think we’ll get along pretty well.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” he smirks at you, taking a sip from his coffee. “You know, if I’m being honest I never understood why you and that Oliver guy were so close anyway. You’ve known him for a long time?”

“Yeah, met him in middle school and we’ve been friends since then.”

“And how long have you been… you know,” he implies, seemingly very careful not to ask something that would upset you.

“Pretty much ever since I’ve met him,” you admit with an awkward chuckle. It sounds so embarrassing to admit that you’ve been in love with your best friend for so long and never worked up the courage to do something about it.

“You never even tried to tell him?”

“I was too afraid of his reaction. I was planning to come clean at the party finally, but then he arrived with Lexi and… you know the rest.”

“I’m sorry. I know how shitty it is when you have feelings for someone and they don’t feel the same about you.”

“So what’s the situation with you and Naomi then?” you ask, thinking it’s only fair if you also know his story now that you confessed him how ridiculous you’ve been with Oliver all your life.

“We dated at the end of last semester, tried to keep it up in the summer as well, but it didn’t work. It made me realize I don’t even want it to work so I told her that we should just go our separate ways when I got back after the summer, but she wasn’t a fan of my idea.”

“She’s still in love with you?”

“I’m not sure if she ever was,” he truthfully answers. “I think she liked the idea of dating someone more than she liked me.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” he smirks at you playfully. “I’m all good. I just wish she could accept that I want to move on. It’s not ideal that I have to fake date someone to get rid of her.”

“She always seemed like a nice girl to me, I wouldn’t have guessed she can be so stubborn.”

“Well, she is a nice girl,” Harry nods. “We were just not compatible on the long run, you know? I couldn’t see it work in the future, so I didn’t want to waste more time on it.”

You just shyly nod, even though you don’t really know about it. You can’t, because you’ve never been in a similar situation. You’ve had a few attempts at dating in high school, but they never turned out the way you wanted and you always ended up pining after Oliver at the end, so you eventually gave up. But you’re not willing to admit that to Harry. It’s pathetic enough that you’ve been so hung up on Oliver your whole life, he doesn’t need to know that you gave up your whole dating life for the wait for him.

“Well, aren’t we a nice pair then? Two ridiculously failed love stories, how tragic,” Harry chuckles softly as he finishes up his coffee and throws the empty cup into the bin next to him.

“Yeah, pathetic,” you agree with a tight-lipped smile.

It takes some time for word to travel, but by the end of the first week of your fake relationship, it becomes a well-known fact that you are indeed dating Harry Styles. You don’t overdo it though, only meeting up once or twice a day, Harry usually walks you to your classes in the morning if he doesn’t have a lecture himself, you’ve had lunch together twice and you went to the library on Thursday together. It’s been pretty casual and you’ve been actually enjoying spending time with Harry, especially because it seems like Oliver has fallen off the face of Earth lately, barely even talking to you.

The more time you spend with Harry the more you realize he is nothing like others try to make him look like. You’ve heard many gossips about him being an empty-headed womanizer, but he is a lot smarter than people assume him to be, but he has proven it before as well. He actually has a great point of view of life and it’s nice to discuss basically anything with him.

Friday brings another party and though you didn’t plan on going, you had Sandra and Harry convincing you this time. Then later Oliver texted you asking if you’d be there and it angered you a little. He barely spoke to you and is now asking if you are coming to the party where he’ll probably keep ignoring you for Lexi. So you told him you and Harry would be there. He didn’t reply to that.

You and Sandra call an Uber, the Omega house is a little farther away from the dorm than the Kappa house. Harry called you to tell you he’d be a little late this time because they are having a double practice today, but he would come and find you when he arrives.

“Isn’t it a little weird you can’t hook up with anyone because of the Harry situation?” Sandra asks as the two of you make your way through the spacious living room, heading to the empty loveseat in the corner.

“As if I did a lot of hooking up before,” you scoff, taking a sip from your drink.

“Okay, but you could be doing it now, but you can’t, because people would think you’re cheating.”

“It’s a good thing then that I’m not into hooking up,” you point out with a shrug. You were never a fan of just hooking up with someone and then move on the next morning, that’s just not for you. It’s not a big deal that you are kind of out of the dating scene because of your arrangement with Harry, you don’t feel like you’re missing out on anything.

The two of you are joined by a few peers from one of Sandra’s classes and you barely even notice when Oliver and Lexi arrive, however, they immediately spot you.

“Y/N! Hi! So good to see you again!” Lexi greets you, pulling you into a completely unnecessary hug.

“Oh, hi. Good to see you too, I guess,” you chuckle awkwardly. Oliver gives you a side hug as well, but it seems like he is not entirely present in his head.

“Where’s Harry?” Oliver questions.

“He’ll be here soon, he just had double practice today,” you tell him and he nods shortly, but something feels off about him.

Lexi makes you come to the kitchen with them so she can get a drink and you can’t really think of a reason why you shouldn’t, so you find yourself listening to her nonstop chatter while Oliver is mixing them something to drink.

Y/N: Harry, SOS! When are you getting here?? I’m stuck with O and L…

You really hope he is somewhere close, because you’re not sure how long you can put up with their company.

“I know last time you said you’re not a fan of double dates, but I really think we should give it a try!” Lexi begs you, she even puts her bottom lip at you and it annoys you how she can’t just leave you to be.

“Yeah, I would love to get to know Harry better,” Oliver chimes in.

“You do?”

Relief washes over you the moment you hear Harry’s voice coming from behind you, a moment later you feel his palm on the small of your back and you’re finally rescued. He smells like fresh body wash, he surely just had a shower right before he came here. You let yourself lean into his side, curling an arm around his waist.

“Harry, nice to see you again,” Oliver smiles at him dryly and now you’re sure something is up with him, but what is it?

“Sorry I’m so late. Everything alright?” Harry looks you in the eyes and you know his question is more than just him being nice. He wants to know if Oliver and Lexi has driven you up the walls.

“I’m… fine, yeah,” you nod and he holds your gaze for another moment before nodding to himself.

“We were just talking about how amazing a double date would be. I’m sure you could convince Y/N to come, right?” Lexi smiles at Harry and you catch a small frown on his face before he returns the smile to Lexi. You find it funny, but you push down your laugh.

“Um, not sure. Y/N always has a strong will, not sure I want to go against it.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!”

“Y/N doesn’t like PDA, I’m sure double dating is a lot for her,” Oliver comments and your eyebrows shoot up at his words.

“How would you know if I disliked PDA?”

He has no valid information about it. He wouldn’t know, because the only person you ever wanted to get touchy and lovey in public was him, but he only let you get physically close to him when no one was around. When he felt like he needed someone in his bed so he didn’t feel too alone. When he let his hands roam your body under the blanket when you were watching a movie. He never let it happen with others around though, so how would he even know what you like? Hell, even you don’t know it…

Oliver’s eyes meet yours and it’s clear that your question caught him off guard.

“You told me,” he simply answers.

“I don’t remember,” you retort, not letting him get away with it this time.

“This is how you’ve always been.” He is clearly pissed that you are going against him.

“You know what? Let’s do a double date next weekend, alright? But we have somewhere to be now, if you’ll excuse us,” Harry cuts in, taking your hand as he pulls you away from the happy couple. You glance back at Oliver one last time before turning around.

Harry walks you out to the backyard and the cool air hits you hard in the head. You haven’t even realized how hot you were getting in there, but you’re not entirely sure it was because of all the people, rather of because Oliver’s behavior.

“Okay, what the fuck was that in there?” Harry questions.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, I’m not dumb or blind. Lexi might be oblivious to whatever you and Oliver have going on, but I’m not. Something has happened between you and him, right?”

You chew on your bottom lip, crossing your arms on your chest, not too keen on admitting it. You have never told anyone about it in details, not even Sandra. She knows you and Oliver get a little too close at times, but she has no idea you’ve slept with him on several occasions. You always thought you were a fool for sleeping with him and then watching him date other girls.

Unfortunately, your silence is enough for Harry to draw his conclusion.

“Wait, what? Did you two…?”

“Yes,” you shortly nod, feeling uncomfortable, but you can tell you can’t dodge this conversation this time.

“You’re telling me he has the nerve to sleep with you whenever it’s convenient for him and then drop you when he starts dating someone else?”

“It sounds worse than how it really is,” you mumble, but you don’t truly believe your own words. It’s pretty bad either way.

“Y/N, this is fucked up. A friend wouldn’t do that to you. It’s one thing to seek comfort at your friends, but using them for your own physical needs is just way beyond the line.”

You have nothing to say. Deep down you know he is right, you’ve always known, but you never knew what to do against it. Before you could even stop yourself, you feel your lips trembling, tears bubbling in your eyes as you glance at Harry. You expect pity from him, an act that tells you that you brought it all to yourself, but that’s not what you see. He gives you an apologetic look and he is quick to pull you into a tight hug, exactly what you need right now.

“I know, I’m so stupid,” you mumble into his chest.

“You’re not. He is just an ass,” he corrects you, earning a small chuckle from you. “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asks, pulling back so he can look into your eyes.

“You just got here.”

“Yeah, but I’m not really in the mood to party. Want to have a bite somewhere?”

“That would be… great,” you nod with a small smile, sniffling a little before you wipe your cheeks.

You let Sandra know you’re leaving with Harry and she can tell something has happened, but you just tell her you’ll talk later and she doesn’t push it further. Harry takes your hand as the two of you make your way through the people and you spot Oliver near the kitchen, one arm around Lexi’s shoulders as his gaze meets yours. You see him clenching his jaw when he sees your hand in Harry’s hold, but you don’t pay much attention to him, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

Luckily Harry drove to the Omega house so now you don’t have to wait for a car or take a long walk, you can enjoy the comfort of his Rover as the two of you leave the party behind. It’s silent in the car, you fold your arms over your chest, your head resting against the car door, not even questioning him where you are headed.

About ten minutes later Harry pulls up at a little diner, the two of you walk in and it’s not surprising there are just a few people lingering around at this time, though you know later they’ll have quite a few drunk students that are on their way home and in desperate need of a late night bite.

You take an empty booth and a waitress arrives immediately, handing you each a menu.

“Do you go here often?” you ask quietly, eyeing the options.

“Sometimes. They have great fries.”

You nod and decide to have just a cheeseburger with fries and a lemonade while Harry gets the veggie burger and a milkshake. The waiter takes the order shortly and leaves you alone. You’re not sure what to say, but you feel like you need to say something.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, staring down at your arms laying on the edge of the table, your right hand covering your left.

“For what exactly?”

“For… I just feel so stupid about this whole… Oliver thing. I know I shouldn’t have done what we did, but I just… couldn’t say no. I know, sounds ridiculous.”

“No, not at all,” Harry shakes his head. “You fell for him and he used you. If there’s anyone to blame it’s him, he shouldn’t use a friend for his own selfish needs. I’m not judging you, it’s easy to fall into holes like this.”

“I just really thought that he came to me because I meant something for him, but I can tell that… it wasn’t anything like that. The way he acted today was shockingly sobering,” you chuckle bitterly. “I think he is mad that I’m not available for him anymore and he is trying to play us down,” you say pointing at him and yourself. “So when he breaks it off with Lexi he can count on me, but it’s not happening.”

“I am happy to help you teach him any kind of lesson,” Harry grins just as the waiter arrives with the food and you start the feast. “I know you despise the idea of going on a double date with them, but I think we could have a lot of fun,” Harry points out while eating.

“How?”

“It’s obviously bugging Oliver that you are dating someone, we could give him the extra happy couple act, make him question why he was always such an asshole to you.”

“You think it would bother him?”

“Absolutely,” he chuckles. “We would serve him all the sappy, lovey couple shit from movies and get under his skin. I think it would be fun.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” you nod and Harry grins at you from across the table.

“Yes! Fake dating on maximum level!” he cheers, punching into the air, making you laugh.

As the two of you eat Harry talks your ears off and you know exactly why he just keeps on talking. He wants to take your mind away from everything about Oliver and he succeeds. He tells you stories about what it’s like to live in the frat house, all the funny things they’ve done with the boys and you just keep laughing and laughing until all the food is gone, the table is cleared off and it’s nearing one in the morning. Just as you expected, people from around the campus start dropping by for their midnight bite so the two of you slowly head out, not really wanting to run into someone you know. Harry drives you back to the dormitory and walks you up to the entrance.

“Thank you for tonight,” you breathe out, still feeling a little helpless and pathetic, but he definitely made it better with his company.

“No worries. After all, this is what boyfriends are for,” he chuckles lightly. “But I hope you are not gonna sink into self-pity over that douche.”

“Just a little?” you peek up at him with a scowl.

“Nope, not even a little, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve your time. If he is really gonna let you slip through his fingers, he is the biggest idiot on Earth. And he also has to be blind.”

For some reason, Harry’s words bring a blush to your cheeks, even if there’s a chance he doesn’t really mean them.

“Thank you,” you breathe out and he pulls you in for a hug without hesitation. You wrap your arms around his waist and inhale his sweet scent, melting into his warm embrace before you force yourself to let your arms fall from around his frame.

“Have a good rest of your weekend, girlfriend,” he smirks, backing towards his car. “I’ll see you on Monday!”

“Bye Harry!” you smile in his way before making your way inside.

Not too willingly, but you talk to Oliver the next week about the double date. He sounds clearly surprised that you brought it up yourself and he tries to talk you down, but you’re now way too curious about what would go down, so he has no choice than to say yes. You fix the date to Saturday and Harry says it’s fine for him and that the two of you can go over to the frat house later, they are gonna have a small get together for one of the guys’ birthday. Not a party, more of a beer and pizza type of evening since Clyde, the birthday boy is not that big of a party animal.

The week passes by as usual, you spend some time with Sandra and a little more with Harry. Since you’ve started this whole dating thing, you’ve found yourself getting used to have him around. It doesn’t feel forced anymore, you actually like hanging out with him, have him beside you in the library even if you’re not even talking and whenever you spot him waiting for you in the morning or after one of your classes, you have this stupid smile on your face walking up to him, especially when he calls you girlfriend. Sandra’s warning words pop up in your head time to time, telling you to be careful with having actual feelings for Harry, but you keep telling yourself the two of you are nothing else than just good friends.

Saturday morning you get your nails done with Sandra, have some much needed girly time since you’ve had little of that lately, even a fake relationship needs a lot of time and energy, if you’re being honest.

Sandra catches you smiling down at a text that’s from Harry, he just joked about wearing a tux to the roller-skating rink and you imagined it right away, the picture of everyone else dressed casually while he is dressed for a royal ball is just hilarious.

“So how are things with Harry?” she asks from the chair next to you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, eyes fixed on your nails as the lady is carefully painting them a light pink color.

“You two are like glued together.”

“Yeah, I like spending time with him. And like, we are dating,” you smirk, finding it funny to just casually say it.

“You do know you don’t have to keep the act up with me, right?”

“I know, but we really are friends,” you nod.

“Just friends? Because sometimes being friends with someone is a bit more to you,” she comments and your face falls. She right away realizes it was a little harsh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t mean to be a bitch. I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t want to see another guy taking advantage of you.”

“He is already taking advantage of me in a way, but it’s mutual,” you shrug, trying to mask the fact how much her words hurt. You’re still trying to get over the whole Oliver thing and though it’s been easier with Harry around, you still feel hurt over how badly he has been using you in the past years.

“And… you don’t have feelings for him?”

“We’re friends,” you tell her again.

“Yes, but you can have feelings for a friend too, Y/N.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it. We are doing fine, I enjoy being with him, that’s all.”

“Alright, I believe you. Just want to make sure you are not getting yourself into another Oliver situation.”

“I’m not. Harry is not him,” you firmly state and it’s the truth. Even if things go south with him, you can never see him do the things Oliver did. He is not him in the best possible way.

 For the double date you choose to wear your favorite pair of light-washed mom jeans with a tank top tucked into it and a colorful cardigan under your jacket. Harry texted you that he would pick you up at six and because you are ready by half past five, you sit around in your room a little anxiously. You honestly have no idea what’s gonna happen tonight, where it’s gonna head but you can only hope it won’t be scandalous. People already talk enough about you for dating Harry, you don’t need to be known about being the girl who made a scene at the roller-skating rink with her boyfriend and best friend. It wouldn’t do good to your reputation.

When Harry finally texts you letting you know he has arrived you rush down the stairs, still haven’t been able to shake your nerves off, but as soon as you spot him standing by his car, you kind of forget about everything else. He is wearing his usual skinny jeans with a black shirt, of course, the first few buttons left undone. His hair is getting longer, curls constantly falling into his forehead, but you love it. Makes him look soft and like… like a prince.

“Hey, ready to have fun?” he smirks at you, opening the door to the passenger seat to you.

“I don’t think I will ever be ready for this kind of fun,” you admit with a soft chuckle before getting into the car.

“I’ll be right there with you, okay? We’re gonna crush them,” he grins at you driving. “And we can just leave whenever you want to.” Reaching over the console he takes your hand and squeezes it gently. The gesture sends a shiver running down your spine. It feels so good to have his support, you wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else than him.

Oliver and Lexi are already at the arcade that’s connected with the skating place when the two of you arrive. She looks ecstatic about tonight and it’s almost kind of cute, you’re convinced you’d actually be friends with her if the two of you met under different circumstances.

“Hi! Thank you so much for coming! I know it’s not really your thing, but I’m so happy we can finally hang out!” she cheers, giving you a hug. Oliver and Harry shake hands and Harry gives Lexi a short hug while you just awkwardly nod in Oliver’s direction, already feeling anxious in his presence. Harry takes your hand walking in and squeezes it gently. Peeking up at him he gifts you with a warm smile that tells you: it’s gonna be alright, I’m here with you.

Once all four of you have changed your shoes to your skates and put your belongings to the lockers you head to the rink, you and Lexi in the middle, Harry on your other side while Oliver is on Lexi’s other side.

“Y/N, Oliver has told me a lot about you. What was it like, growing up with him?” Lexi asks as the four of you roll around. You’re not the worst at roller-skating, you can move confidently, but it seems like Harry is the best out of all of you, easily moving around, as if he were on his feet.

Thinking back at your time with Oliver now at Lexi’s question, it’s quite bittersweet. Because you are starting to realize things you didn’t see back then. Like how you were always in his shadow, he was always the guy everyone liked and you were just the girl that tagged along.

“Um, not sure what you want to know about,” you chuckle awkwardly as you watch Harry throw his ball for the first time.

“Was he a womanizer? Tell me the truth! He says he barely dated a few people,” she chuckles, taking Oliver’s hand. He is pretty much avoiding to look you in the eyes as you glance over him and you really wish she didn’t ask you about it.

“He had quite a few… flings,” you say, not entirely sure how to phrase it. He wasn’t a womanizer, but he did start to hook up with you between girls a while ago, making his reputation a little questionable.

“I knew you were downplaying it!” she playfully smacks his chest and you just bite into your bottom lip. This is already so awkward.

“I think Y/N is just exaggerating,” Oliver chimes in, seemingly not a fan of the conversation either.

“Sure, it’s always me,” you mumble under your breath.

Harry takes your hand and gets a little ahead of you before turning around so he is facing you while skating backwards.

“Hey baby, want me to teach you how to go in zig-zag?” he smirks, clearly wanting to ease the tension. Nodding you let him take both of your hands as the two of you stay a little back from Oliver and Lexi. “Don’t let him get under your skin. He is a fucking asshole,” he tells you when he knows they can’t hear him.

“Was he always like this? I have no idea how I could put up with his act,” you mumble with a scowl.

“Fuck them. Come on, let’s have a good time,” he grins before taking the lead.

Harry makes your forget about them so easily, like it’s not even a double date, just the two of you hanging out. He keeps teaching you moves, laughing together whenever you get wobbly. He catches you every time when you’re about to lose your balance, he doesn’t let you fall and every time his arms circle around you, keeping you on your feet steadily, you find yourself blushing at how close he is getting to you. His hands holding yours, small touches on your arms and back, he takes every chance to connect the two of you and you enjoy every second of it.

“Harry, no!” you laugh as he holds your hand, still going around.

“Come on! Just try it! Just a little jump!” he encourages.

“Do you want to see me fall?”

“I would have let you fall a long time ago if that’s what I wanted,” he smirks. He gets ahead of you again, both his hands taking yours and you still can’t get used to how soothing his palms feel against yours. “I’ll catch you this time too, don’t worry.”

“I swear you are trying to kill me,” you groan as you try to figure out how to do a little jump without breaking a bone. “But just a little one!”

“The tiniest one,” he chuckles nodding.

You let him take the lead and he starts pulling you again, skating backwards like he did all evening and when you feel like you’re stable enough, you give it a go.

Unfortunately, what happens is exactly what you were expecting. When your skates meet with the floor again after the little jump, you don’t find your balance and immediately feel your feet rolling out from under yourself. Harry reaches out for you, just like he promised, grabbing onto your arm with one hand while the other one presses into your back, but this time he can’t save you and you pull him with yourself as well. The two of you end up falling to the ground in a laughing mess as Harry is partially lying on you, an arm stuck under you while the other one is across your chest.

“I told you!” you cry out but it turns into laughter pretty fast.

“I’m sorry, baby, are you okay?” he asks laughing and your heart skips a beat at how he called you baby again and Oliver is not even around.

“I-I’m fine,” you breathe out as he peels himself off you, helping you up with him as well. He is so close to you as you finally stand on your feet again, your noses almost brush against each other as you blink up at him nervously.

It would be so easy to kiss him. You want to know what it’s like to feel his lips against yours. Maybe if you move just a little…

“Are you trying to break a bone, Y/N?” Lexi rolls up to you, totally breaking the moment as you both turn to her. Harry leaves an arm around you, hand resting on your waist and you lean against him to steady yourself on your wheels.

“It was Harry’s idea, but I knew I would terribly fail,” you chuckle slightly. Oliver appears behind Lexi, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and you clench your jaw at the gesture. Harry must have noticed the shift in you, because he tightens his hold around you, his hand soothingly running up and down your side. And just like that, Oliver is long forgotten, you can only think about how it feels to have his fingers dancing on you.

“You were never really into athletic things, Y/N,” Oliver comments and you grimace.

“Just because I didn’t play any sports in high school, doesn’t mean I can’t try things now.”

“I think you did great,” Harry smiles down at you. “You just need a little more practice and you’ll be better than me, baby.”

Baby, there’s that pet name again. It’s doing things to you for sure.

Glancing over at Oliver you catch what looks like an eye-rolling and he genuinely looks annoyed by you and Harry and it’s making your blood boil at this point. Why can he be the only one to date someone? Why can’t you have a good time with someone? Now that you are thinking about it, he did it not only with guys, but also with anyone who tried to be friends with you. Oliver wanted him to be your only friend and sneakily ruined every friendship you ever had. Sandra is your first real friend other than Oliver, only because he couldn’t do anything against you forming any kind of relationship with your roommate. But you are now getting quite fed up with his little games and Harry might not be your real boyfriend, but you are friends with him and Oliver can do nothing about that.

Soon enough you decide you’ve had enough of the skating, so you move to the side and start changing back to your shoes. Lexi runs out to the restroom and while you are putting your sneakers back on Harry spots someone he knows, working at the buffet so he steps aside for a minute, leaving you and Oliver alone.

“Are you really dating him?” you hear him speak up and you can’t help the scowl on your face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He is just so not the type of person you hang out with,” he comments with a shrug and your eyebrows shoot up.

“First of all, how would you know? My friends were always kind of more your friends, never really had the chance to find my people. And second, what’s the problem with him?”

“The problem is that we all know what he is like. Everyone on campus knows that Harry is famous for going after a lot of girls.”

“And you believe what others say? You know nothing about him. He is not what people try to make him appear to be, but you wouldn’t know, because you don’t know him like I do. And for the record, yes, I really am dating him and I’m very happy about it.”

You can tell he doesn’t like your reaction and he is probably fighting back to snap at you, but Harry soon returns, oblivious to the scene that just went down, however he can sense the shift in the atmosphere immediately.

“Everything alright?” he asks, seemingly innocently, but you know he is asking if Oliver has done something.

“Yeah. Can we leave?” you ask, not too keen on staying with Oliver any longer. It’s getting hard to imagine how you could ever put up with him and his act.

“Are you guys leaving? We could grab a bite together!” Lexi chimes in arriving back from the restroom. You are about to decline, but Harry speaks up before you.

“Oh, we have plans already, but maybe some other time,” he politely says, a hand on your lower back as he pulls you to his side and you’re thankful for his close presence now. If he weren’t there, you would have already jumped at Oliver’s throat probably.

“Oh, okay! I’m glad we got to do this though,” she smiles warmly, taking Oliver’s hand while you just chew on the inside of your cheeks, very keen on leaving as soon as possible.

Your force a smile on your face, bidding goodbye before Harry takes your hand and the two of you head out to his car.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asks when it’s finally just the two of you. Staring down at your hands on your lap, you bite into your bottom lip.

“Just… let’s leave. I had enough of Oliver for a life today,” you mumble and luckily, Harry doesn’t try to keep asking around, just starts the car and leaves.

On the way he asks if you still want to come over to the frat house and you say yes, because you feel like you could use the distraction. You’d rather spend some more time around him than go back to your dorm room and be alone with your thoughts.

Just as he promised, it’s nothing big, just a few close friends of some of the frat boys, pizza boxes are piled in the kitchen, music is playing in the background but it’s not blasting like when it’s a party. A big group is playing UNO in the living room using two deck of cards so the rounds don’t end too soon.

You and Harry get a slice of pizza, already starving after the skating and when you’re done with that, the two of you wander into the living room. There’s no more room left on the mismatched couches so Harry plops himself down to the ground and you stop for a moment, because there’s someone sitting on both of his sides, leaving not much space for you, but he is quick to solve the problem by taking your hand and pulling you down so you sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

“Oh,” you breathe out from the sudden contact, but it feels nice. You cross your legs so his legs can bridge over them with his knees bent as he looks over your shoulders to see the game unfold.

“You guys want to play?” one of the girls asks.

“There’s not enough cards for the both of them to join!” another warns.

“We’ll just play together,” Harry speaks up from behind you and in the next round you join the game.

Harry rests his chin on your shoulder as his arms come around you, holding the cards so you can see them as well. It’s the closest he has been to you, basically wrapped around you and it’s definitely doing things to you. The way his chest warms your back, how you can feel every breath he draws because his face is so close next to yours, how his arms cage you gently, you are suddenly aware of even the smallest things.

“Pick one,” he murmurs when it’s your turn to throw a card in. You’ve been so occupied with him that you have no idea what color or number you should pick so you quickly check the deck in the middle before pointing at a red card. “Throw it in,” he tells you, pushing the card up with his thumb so you can take it and put it to the top.

Sitting here, on the floor of his frat house, his arms around you feels so much better than anything you’ve experienced with Oliver and the realization hits you hard in the chest. Turning your head to the side you let yourself take a good look at his perfect side profile, his chiseled jawline, the bridge of his nose and the little wrinkle between his eyebrows as he knits them together in focus, staring down at the cards in his hands. He catches you looking, his green eyes meet yours and a soft smile spreads across his face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head.

“Everything alright?” he quietly asks and you nod.

“Yeah,” you breathe out turning back, but you still feel his lingering gaze on you for a few more moments before he turns away too.

You keep playing as the night moves on, drinking some beer, making you relax even more, though Harry’s closeness does the job just perfectly. Even when you are not sitting on the ground anymore, he always keeps close to you. Curling an arm around your waist when you stand in the kitchen talking with others, he keeps giving your hands and hips assuring little squeezes and you can’t help but lean into his touch every time. You want him close, you want to feel his touch, you love it when your eyes meet and he always shoots you a small smile, it makes your heart flutter, like you’re a little school girl with a silly crush.

Because now you are more than sure that you’re crushing on Harry. How can you not? He has been so good to you, did more than Oliver has ever done and you’ve been friends for just a few weeks.

You leave him for just a few minutes while you use the bathroom and as you return, you catch some of the conversation he is having with one of the boys, Jake.

“Dude, can’t believe the ladies’ favorite Styles is taken,” Jake laughs and it makes you scowl as you stop at the corner, listening on them.

“Jake, I told you to stop calling me that,” Harry huffs.

“I’m just telling you the truth. Every girl on campus is after you.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with me being in a relationship.”

“I just thought that the womanizer Harry Styles wouldn’t settle again for a while.”

“Jake, I’m not a womanizer, stop this bullshit. Just because girls try to get together with me, doesn’t mean I want the same thing.”

You choose this moment to walk in, knowing well Harry must be losing his patience with Jake and his irrelevant accusations. Walking in you smile warmly at Harry, curling an arm around his waist as you lean into his side. His arm comes around your shoulders and he pulls you close. Jake eyes you with an unreadable expression before his gaze returns to Harry.

“Hope you know what you are doing, mate.”

“I surely do,” Harry firmly answers and it makes you smile, especially because you know what they’ve been talking about.

When Jake walks out you turn to face Harry, playfully poking his tummy as you glance up at him.

“Hey,” you smile up at him, your arms wrapping around his waist as his hands fall to your shoulders.

“Hey,” he chuckles. “Why are you so smiley?”

“I can’t smile?”

“Of course you can,” he smirks. “Want to go back a little more?” he asks nodding towards the living room where there are still quite a few people. You nod and let go of him, turning around you are just about to walk ahead but you didn’t see that a girl was coming inside and you bump right into her, the liquid from her cup spilling down your shirt.

“Shit!” you gasp jumping back, colliding a little with Harry’s chest and his hands immediately grab your waist in case you might lose your balance.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” the girl stutters, reaching for paper towels right away, but it helps nearly nothing.

“It’s fine,” you breathe out pressing your lips together.

“Come on, I’ll give you a shirt,” Harry tells you, taking your hand, walking you upstairs. The fabric of your shirt is turning cold against your skin and you really want to get rid of it.

Harry pulls out a simple black shirt for you and shows you the way to his little bathroom. Changing into his shirt you make an attempt to wash yours out, but it doesn’t do much to the sugary spill.

“Do you mind if I stay in it for the rest of the evening? I promise I’ll give it back next time we meet.”

“Sure,” Harry smiles and you catch his gaze wandering down your body, his shirt hanging loosely on your frame. “Do you still want to stay or do you want me to give you a ride back to the dorm?”

“Uh, maybe I should head home,” you nod to yourself.

“Is it okay if I take a quick shower? I feel so sweaty after the skating, just five minutes.”

“Sure, go ahead,” you nod smiling before he disappears in the bathroom.

You hear him turn the water on and walking over to his bed you lie down for a little, feeling the tiredness coming over you all at once. It’s been a long and exhausting day and listening to the soothing voice of the running water you find yourself drifting off to sleep before you could stop yourself.

When you open your eyes again the room is completely dark, but you quickly realize it’s not your dorm room; you’re still at Harry’s. Turning to the side you see him sleeping peacefully on the other side of the mattress, lying on his back. Still groggy with sleep, you realize you fell asleep while he was in the shower and he probably didn’t want to wake you so just went to bed next to you.

He looks like an angel sleeping, his green irises hidden from the world, thick lashes fanned over his cheeks, his pink lips slightly parted as his chest rises and falls peacefully. Sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes, seeing him next to you, he is all you can think about and it brings a smile to your face.

Gently, you scoot closer to him, but still don’t touch him, however the movement makes him huff in his sleep and turning to his side his arm falls across your waist, making you gasp in surprise. You freeze, thinking that he might wake up any moment but it doesn’t happen and you’re stuck in his hold, not that you mind it. You push yourself a little closer, your nose almost touching his chest as you make yourself comfortable and closing your eyes you go back to sleep without a worry in the world.

Waking up you find yourself curled up to Harry’s side, one of his army around you while the other is holding your hand on his stomach. Blinking your eyes open you look around and take a few seconds to fully wake up. Harry feels so warm against you, but you think he might not like to find you all melted against him so you try to move away but his hold tightens around you.

“Mmm, stop movin’ around,” he mumbles sleepily.

“Sorry, I just thought that… you might feel hot,” you lie in a whisper.

“I am hot,” he smirks with his eyes still closed and his comment makes you laugh.

“And so full of yourself!” you chuckle and try to pull away once again, but he locks you to his side, not letting you break the position you are in.

“I said stop movin’! I like being warm in the morning,” he murmurs, snuggling you more to his side and you bite into your bottom lip as your smile stretches wider with each passing second.

Yeah, you definitely have a crush on Harry and you can’t even act like you don’t.

“Sorry for falling asleep in your bed,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you let your head rest on his chest.

“Y’ looked cute,” he huffs with a soft smile. “S’alright. Give me five minutes and I’ll be awake to drive you back to the dorm.”

You hum a response and just enjoy it while it lasts, not wanting to let him go anytime soon. But you have to. Slowly, the two of you get ready to leave, you want to change back to your stained shirt, but Harry tells you to just keep the shirt, he has two more of the exact same one so you walk out of the frat house wearing Harry’s shirt, holding Harry’s hand and get into Harry’s car. He is everywhere and you absolutely love it.

“So we have this game next weekend and I thought you might want to come? You don’t have to if you absolutely hate football, I just thought—“

“I would love to,” you say cutting his rambling short as he smiles with his eyes staring ahead at the road.

“Cool. Bring your roommate if you want.”

“Sure,” you smile.

Football has never been your thing, but watching Harry is, so the game turns out better than you expected. Sandra tags along and luckily, she knows a little more about the game than you do, so you can ask her questions whenever you are completely lost about the happenings. Though you don’t know much about what a good player should be like, but it’s still clear to you that Harry is one of them. He scores half the points of his team and you are guessing that’s quite fascinating.

“Am I just dreaming or does he keep looking your way?” Sandra questions after you also just caught Harry’s gaze on you a moment ago.

“So what if he is?” you ask with a shy smile, eyes glued to his running frame on the field.

“Are you guys like… really together?”

“No,” you shake your head. “We are just friends,” you add, the term tasting a little bitter on your tongue.

“But you want more.” It’s not a question, Sandra can see right through you. Glancing at her you let out a huff before turning back at the game.

“It’s hard not to,” you truthfully admit, your eyes following Harry’s every movement on the field. Looking around you see that you are probably not the only one. Half of the girls on the bleachers are staring at him and you can’t even blame them. You have to be blind and stupid at the same time not to like him and apparently, you’re neither.

They win, no surprise. The whole team goes crazy as they score their last point and it puts them in the lead in the last minute. Everyone is cheering and screaming at the boys as they are celebrating their victory, along with Harry.

Jake starts running up and down the bleachers shouting that they are throwing a victory party at the frat house so now you know what you’re gonna do for the rest of the evening. As the team makes its way back towards the locker rooms Harry runs up to you, all sweaty and grinning crazily.

“Hey, you coming for the party, right?” he asks, still breathing heavily from the game.

“Sure,” you chuckle.

“Yes! You guys want a ride?” he asks in excitement glancing at Sandra beside you.

“That would be nice,” she nods happily.

“Alright, meet me at my car in fifteen,” he breathes out and before he runs away, he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, then leaves in a rush, catching up with the other guys. Suddenly, it feels a lot hotter than before…

“Okay, there’s no way he is not into you too,” Sandra mumbles to you as the two of you head out to the parking lot.

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so,” she laughs, folding her arms on her chest. “That guy is like a puppy in love around you.”

“What if it’s just his normal?”

“I don’t know, is it? You’re the one who spends every possible minute with him,” she points out and she is right. This wasn’t like this before and as far as you know, he was never like this with anyone either. The only person you saw him act similarly was Naomi when they were dating, so could this be a hint for you that he feels the same way?

You’re still chewing on it when Harry emerges from the building, carrying his huge sports bag on his shoulder, his locks still wet from the shower he must have taken, his smile is still as wide as it was after the game.

“Ladies, fancy a ride?” he asks and as he walks past you he squeezes your hand gently before rounding the car and sitting behind the wheel.

By the time you arrive to the frat house the party is already on, music blasting in the living room where not so long ago you were playing UNO, sitting in Harry’s arms, booze is piling in the kitchen and more and more people are showing up.

“Hey, can you come up with me to drop my bag off and change?” Harry asks upon walking into the house and you nod. Sandra gives you a look that says ‘man up and talk to him’ before you take Harry’s hand and the two of you head upstairs.

“Be honest, did you bore yourself to death at the game?” Harry asks when you’re in the safety of his room.

“It wasn’t that bad, though I definitely need to learn more about the rules,” you chuckle admitting as you sit on the edge of his bed while he moves around, putting away his stuff. You watch him with a fluttering heart as you think about your conversation with Sandra. Even if she is right, how do you bring it up? You can’t just simply drop that you would like to turn your fake relationship into something real, you are not ballsy enough for that anyway.

“I’ll change quickly and we can head out,” he smiles, grabbing his usual skinny jeans and a white shirt from his dresser before disappearing in his bathroom.

While he is in there, you try to build your courage up to have the talk with him. Now seems like a good time, you’re alone in his room, no audience in case he rejects you painfully so no one would witness your breakdown. Chewing on the inside of your cheeks you stand up and start pacing the floor, stopping when the door opens and he walks out, smiling at you warmly as he fixes the dog tag around his neck.

“Everything alright?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I, uhh… I wanted to talk about something,” you start shyly, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Okay, go for it,” he nods walking closer.

“I just, I’M not sure how to bring this up, and I hope it won’t sound weird. But I’ve been thinking about, um—I thought about this, what we’ve been doing and I realized that I—“

Your rambling speech gets interrupted when Jake bursts into the room without even a knock or warning word.

“Dude, come down! We need you on our beerpong team!” he urges Harry who gives him an annoyed look.

“Jake, don’t just fucking barge into my room without knocking!” Harry snaps at him.

“Like I haven’t seen your dick before,” Jake snorts and you feel the heat crawling up your neck at even just the thought of Harry naked.

“I don’t fucking care, knock!”

“Okay!” Jake growls rolling his eyes. “But you gotta come down now!”

Harry looks back at you, knowing well you two were in the middle of a conversation, but Jake’s arrival threw you off completely.

“Go, we can… talk later, it’s not that important,” you smile at him weakly.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his hand taking yours.

“Yeah, totally. Just go and celebrate your win,” you chuckle and with that, the moment is already gone.

You return to the party and while Harry gets sucked into an epic beerpong game, you join Sandra in the living room, who eyes you with a curious look, but you just shake your head.

“Don’t even ask,” you mumble and grabbing her drink from her hand you take a big swig from it, hoping the alcohol might help you with your anxious thoughts.

An hour later you feel the buzz, but you’re not at all drunk, just a little… braver than usually. You’ve moved to the kitchen with Sandra and a few girls, you’re sitting on the counter, nursing another drink as you listen to one of the girls rage about her asshole ex. Glancing out of the kitchen your eyes find Harry standing in the living room and for your surprise he was already watching you. You catch his smile, his focus completely on you when the guys are talking to him in his little circle, but he doesn’t seem to care. His gaze brings the heat back into your body, he can make you go nuts with just a look and you want to hate him for that, but you can’t. There’s nothing you hate about this guy.

“Stop eyefucking your man and just… fuck him for real” Sandra chuckles leaning closer to you, so only you can hear her words.

“Sandra!” you gasp, smacking her in the boob knowing well she hates it when you do that. She just cackles, returning to the discussion with the girls.

Soon enough, you see Harry moving towards your little group, creeping his way into the kitchen, stopping right beside you, leaning on one arm, his hand placed dangerously close to your thigh on the counter.

“Hi,” he smiles with his rosy cheeks, he surely has drunk some as well, but he doesn’t seem drunk either.

“Hi,” you breathe out, feeling flustered by his closeness again, a smile stretching across your face as he keeps eyeing you grinning. “What?”

“Have I told you how cute your smile is?” he asks and now you’re sure you’ve turned into a tomato.

“No,” you mumble shyly and almost gasp when his hand moves from the counter to your thighs as if it was the most natural thing, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Well, it is cute,” he chuckles, before turning his attention at the conversation in the little circle, but his hand remains still on your thigh.

From there, the situation escalates pretty easily. All it takes him to get between your thighs is to reach for one of the drinks on the counter next to you, his hand still resting on your thigh, and as he is done with the drink, he places it to the counter, his other hand coming to your other thigh, now standing facing you between your legs. Before you could say anything, he pulls on you a little, so you press up against him, your hands instantly coming to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself in the movement.

“Hi again,” he smirks with glistening eyes.

“You didn’t go anywhere,” you chuckle quietly, your fingers dancing up to the back of his neck, playing with his curls.

“I know, but it made you smile and that’s what I wanted,” he smirks, so proud of himself. He licks his lips and you catch his gaze wandering down to yours, instantly making you nervous as you think back at the failed conversation you had with him not so long ago. This feels like a moment that could head into a direction you are dying for, but without the talk, you’re not sure if you should take the risky step.

Good thing that Harry is not shying out of it. Pressing forward his forehead meets yours, noses muzzling together as his lips linger so close to yours. You suck on your breath, arms curling around his neck as you wait for him to move the last millimeters between the two of you, and seeing that you are not pulling back, Harry makes the final move.

His lips move perfectly against yours, so warm and welcoming, soft and intoxicating, kissing him feels like a gift from above. He is taking his time with you, tasting and savoring you and you’re definitely not complaining. You could spend the rest of your life kissing him and you’d be fine with it.

One of his hands stays on your thigh, keeping a firm grip on it while the other one moves up to cup your cheek as you angle your head to reach him perfectly. He licks into your mouth without warning and you almost let out a moan at the sensation, but you’re just too busy returning his kisses.

You have absolutely no idea how long you stay like that, kissing and touching each other, but when he pulls back, you can’t help the stupid grin on your love drunk face. Harry’s expression kind of mirrors yours as he pecks your swollen lips once more before getting back to his previous position, his hand never leaving your thigh and you hug his strong, tattooed arm, needing to touch him in any kind of way as the two of you reenter the discussion that never stopped. Sandra gives you a wide-eyed stare and you just bite into your bottom lip, turning into a giggly teenage girl all of a sudden.

For just a few minutes you are absolutely convinced the kiss was real, but that’s all you got. As you look into the living room you catch Naomi’s burning stare and it tells you right away she witnessed the whole scene and to make it even worse, Oliver was standing not too far, glaring at you firmly and they make you think.

What if Harry saw them near and kissed you just to mess with them? What if it was all just part of the act? You should have pressed more earlier and have that damned talk with him, how are you supposed to ask now if he meant it or not?!

The more you think about it, the more painful it becomes and the little evil voice in your head convinces you that he didn’t mean it. It’s not like you want to believe it, but you can’t ignore the possibility that slowly grows into reality in your clouded mind.

You lose both Harry and Sandra at one point after going to the bathroom and though you know they are somewhere around, you feel like you can’t stay any longer at the party. Before anyone could stop you, you sneak out of the house and head back to the dorm, hoping that a good night sleep would get your head straight.

Harry tries to call you, but you ignore them all, heading straight to bed when you arrive. You feel guilty for leaving without a word but there’s just too much going on in your head, you need time to process and figure out what to do.

You’re still up when Sandra arrives back but you pretend to be asleep, not feeling like dealing with her investigating questions about the kiss and why you left so suddenly. It takes over an hour for you to finally fall asleep and escape your buzzing thoughts.

Waking up you see no sign of Sandra and you remember she mentioned that her brother is visiting town so they might spend the day together. Amazing opportunity to bury yourself into your deep loneliness and try to figure out what to do.

Harry has been nonstop texting you, asking if you even made it back to the dorm safely and you just shoot him one message to let him know you’re still alive and then ignore him again. Thinking back at the kiss last night your heart flutters every time, you can still feel the touch of his lips, the way his hand cupped your cheeks, it’s driving you crazy. But then you remember seeing Naomi’s and Oliver’s face and you’re convinced Harry saw them too and you always get to the same conclusion: the kiss was just part of the act.

You barely leave the bed the whole day, lying under your covers and watching Netflix until your mind feels numb enough to stop torturing you with your thoughts. And then, there’s a knock on the door. You freeze, knowing well that whoever is on the other side, you don’t want to see them.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there, I heard you watching The Vampire Diaries,” Oliver’s voice calls out from outside and you let out a shaky breath.

Dragging yourself out of the bed you open the door and stare back at him with a blank expression.

“What do you want?” you simply question.

“I broke up with Lexi,” he answers and your eyebrows shoot up. Without asking for permission he pushes his way into the room, stopping in the middle with his hands on his hips. “Last night, I broke up with her.”

“I uhh—I’m sorry, I guess, but why? She was so sweet.”

“I miss you, Y/N,” he blurts out and your shock just raises. Did he just admit to breaking up with his girlfriend because of you?!

“What?”

“Lexi is a nice girl, but I miss you, I miss what we had.”

“And what is that supposed to be?” you ask with a bitter chuckle as you fold your arms on your chest. “You miss fucking me whenever it’s convenient for you? Because I certainly don’t miss that.”

“We both know it was more than that, Y/N,” he smiles warmly, but it makes your stomach churn. Nothing about that smile is friendly or nice, he is trying to manipulate you like so many times before, but it’s not working now. He lost his power over you.

“It wasn’t. You were using me, Oliver.”

“That’s not what it was. We were having fun!”

“I wasn’t! I had feelings for you and you used them for your benefit!” you snap at him, not in the mood to play by his rules any longer. You’ll not let him bring you down again. “A friend doesn’t do that.”

“You could have spoken up against it, but I didn’t hear you complaining,” he retorts and it feels like a slap across your face. “I know you miss it too, Y/N. You don’t have to act like you are into Harry, I can see through you.”

“Oh really?” you snort, finding his words rather comedic. He knows or sees absolutely nothing and he just proved it. “Tell me then what you see!”

“I see that you’ve been trying to make me jealous and I’m gonna give it to you, it was successful.”

“Amazing, only problem is that I never wanted to make you jealous. My feelings for Harry are more real than the ones I had for you and I would really like it if you just left right now.”

Grabbing the doorknob you hold it open for him, wanting nothing more than to get rid of him for once and for all. You’ve had enough of his toxic, manipulating ass for a lifetime.

“Are you really kicking me out and just gonna choose him over me?” he huffs in disbelief and you can tell you’ve hurt his ego pretty badly.

“I’m choosing myself and doing what’s best for me. Now leave,” you demand and he finally moves. Walking past you he stops and looks down at you one more time.

“You’re a fucking waste of time,” he sneers before walking out and you need every ounce of power in you not to go after him and punch him in his arrogant face. How could you ever consider him even a friend, let along sleep with him?! He is the most disgusting and degrading asshole you’ve ever seen and you’ll work on forgetting about his whole existence for the rest of your life.

You shut the door behind him and leaning your back against it you slide down to the floor, feeling your chest tightening at the intensity of what just happened. You lost the person you loved the most just weeks ago and realized that he was never who you thought him to be.

You feel like crying for a little, but the tears never come. Instead, a soft sense of relief washes over you, like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, finally setting you free. One less thing to worry about.

As you push yourself up from the floor you hear fractions of a heated conversation outside and when you recognize both voices, your heart stops beating for a moment. Opening the door you hear the conversation between Oliver and Harry now fully clear.

“Stop fucking acting like you are the center of her world, Styles. She has no fucking idea what she wants,” Oliver snaps at Harry, clearly upset about something he said earlier.

“No one thinks that but you! Stop harassing her like a fucking psycho!” Harry fights back and your lips part at how he stands up for you.

“You’re the one harassing her! Don’t think for a moment you have a chance with her, she wants me, not you! You’ll never get into her pants like I did—“

Just when you’re about to barge out of the room to end whatever parade they are having, Oliver’s groan fills the hallway and as you step out, you see him fall to the ground after Harry’s has punched him right in the face.

“What the fuck?!” you snap in shock and they both turn to look at you in the middle of their fight.

“Your fucking boyfriend punched me for no reason!” Oliver spats, pushing himself up, holding a hand to his jaw that’s already turning red.

“Stop making yourself the victim, Oliver, no one buys it!” you groan at him as you step to Harry. He seems ashamed, even scared of your reaction about the fact that he just punched Oliver, but you are not gonna blame him. He did God’s work in this case.

“I can’t fucking believe you’re still taking his side!” Oliver snaps angrily. “You know what? You two deserve each other.”

“Shut up and leave!” you shout at him before grabbing Harry’s wrist and pulling him towards your room.

You hear Oliver mumbling something under his breath, but you couldn’t care less, shutting the door at him once again, this time with Harry in the room with you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I just fucking lost my temper and—“ You wave him off, taking his hand in yours softly, taking a look at his knuckles.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him. “Does it hurt?” you ask, gently running your thumb over his reddened knuckles.

“No, it’s alright,” he murmurs, standing so close to you again. His green eyes search yours as his other hand reaches under your chin to lift your head. “You have been ignoring me since last night.”

“I just… had a lot of stuff to do,” you awkwardly answer clearing your throat.

“You sure it’s not because of what happened between us?”

“What? Of course not!” you huff. “I get it, you were just trying to make it convincing because Naomi and Oliver were both watching a-and so you just—“

“What?” Harry asks tilting his head to the side.

“I mean, that’s why you did it, right? I saw them after we—uhh after we you know, kissed.”

“Okay, I didn’t see them and that’s not why I did it,” he admits with a nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck. “I thought we were on the same page, but apparently not. Y/N, nothing I did recently was because of Naomi or Oliver. If I’m being honest it hasn’t been about them for a while. I really like you and I know I should have talked to you first about it, because now it was all kind of confusing, but I wasn’t faking it. I meant everything I said and did.”

You stare back at him in awe, heart pounding against your chest as his words sink in. He wasn’t acting, the kiss was real and you’ve been acting like a lunatic since last night, completely ignoring him instead of just talking to him, you are such a dumbass!

“Really?” you breathe out, barely more than just a whisper.

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “And I kinda thought you feel the same way, but then I came here and ran into Oliver who told me you two just had a chat about… possibilities between you and him?”

The hurt is clear in his eyes and your hatred towards Oliver is not on maximum level. You can’t believe he tried to ruin it all one last time even after you told him you want nothing to do with him.

“That’s not what we talked about,” you shake your head. “He came here, told me he broke up with Lexi and that he misses me, but I told him that’s too bad because I don’t miss him and his stupid little games anymore.”

“Oh!”

“And he tried to convince me to choose him over you, but I already chose you, so he had no chance,” you add, a wide smile spreading across your face as you see him realize what you just said.

“What, does this mean…?” he questions with sparkling eyes as he starts inching closer to you.

“Last night, when Jake barged into your room, this is what I wanted to talk to you about. That I’m not really faking anything anymore, but we were rudely interrupted and then… you kissed me and I thought things were finally going right, but then I somehow convinced myself that it was just because you saw Naomi and Oliver around and tried to upset them.”

“Fuck them!” Harry laughs, his hands finally reaching to grab you by your waist as he pulls you against him. “I don’t care about them anymore. I just want to be with you, no faking, no acting, just… you and me.”

“That sounds… perfect,” you admit with a tired smile before he finally leans down and presses his lips against yours.

“I have a warning for you, Y/N,” he mumbles between kisses, his lips moving against yours.

“Yeah? What’s that?” you hum, melting into him.

“I will not stop kissing you. It’s my new favorite thing,” he giggles, hands pulling you even tighter to him.

“Oh, how upsetting!” you chuckle without a care in the world before the two of you fall to your bed, a mess of kisses and giggles, but not an ounce of faking.

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Crash and Burn

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | salt, lila salt

pairing | n/a

w.c | 3.2k

author's note | hey remember that lila salt fic i promised? this isn't it but this is something i made today so yep. please accept this as an apology for yknow. me promising to write and. not doing it.

Enough was enough.

“Marinette, stop accusing Lila! She just wants to make friends!”

“Take the high road.”

“Be a good model student, Marinette.”

Enough. Was. Enough.

Marinette had the connections, the power, the choice to make Lila’s entire world crumble apart. The only thing that stood between the liar’s demise was the tiniest pinch of morality and self-restraint— And no, that self-restraint did not come in the form of Tikki. Even the kwami, who had to be an aggregation of all the good and nice things in the world, was fed up and ready to retaliate.

“What a joke.” Lila cackled, tossing a chunk of her sausage hair over her shoulder flamboyantly. The two girls were in the bathroom, with Lila smirking in front of the sink and Marinette a little distance away from her. “You can make my world crumble? What is this, a threat?”

“A promise.” Marinette corrected. “Stop telling lies. Come clean to every one. No more lying about knowing celebrities left and right, no more making excuses about not being able to take your own notes, no more making up ‘diseases’ just so your life gets a little more convenient. To be frank, I really don’t care what happens to you— But by making these empty promises to introduce my classmates to great ‘celebrities’, you’re ruining their futures. Stop.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Lila sneered, face twisted into an ugly grin. “You going to cry in front of the class? Try and convince them that I, the one they adore— That I am lying?”

“No.” Marinette’s eyes were clear when she met Lila’s. The clouds of self-doubt that used to hover over the bright, shining star inside her soul had now dissipated, letting the bluenette emit a confident, glowing appearance as she met the liar head on. “I’m just going to keep my promise.”

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Lila headed off to a modelling shoot after school, pleased at the prospect of spending more time with Adrien. There were a couple tendrils of Marinette’s words hanging behind in her mind— Did the girl mean what she said? Did she actually… Was she actually capable of causing Lila’s downfall? … Surely not. Marinette may have once been the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, but there was no way she was that competent, there was no way the girl was capable of plotting.

The Italian hummed, brushing away thoughts of the annoying bluenette from her mind. She was going on a photoshoot— One that was going cause the rise and burst of her career, the one that was going to make her name a globally-known one. Unfortunately for Lila, her plans were going to be derailed quite soon— In fact, as soon as Gabriel Agreste’s car rolled into the parking lot of the shoot location.

“Explain this, Mlle. Rossi.” Gabriel’s nostrils flared as he pointed to the tabloid article on his tablet. The Italian girl froze, the headlines seared into her eyes, big and black and bold, shooting poison right into the core of her body, paralysing her cell by cell starting from her heart. “What is the meaning of this?”

‘Adrien Agreste Reported To Be Harassed by Fellow Model’— The image under the caption was one that was clearly taken by a hidden photographer. The picture was framed with leafy foliage, which suggested that the camera was tucked up in a tree. Despite the distance, it was quite obvious in the image that Adrien was reeling away, disgusted and uncomfortable as a faceless woman in an orange blazer, back turned to the camera— Invaded his personal space.

The subtitle was the cream on the cupcake.

‘Witnesses State Gabriel Agreste Ignorant of Workplace Harassment’.

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As if things couldn’t quite go down a worser path, Lila returned home to a fuming mother and an unexpected visitor.

“Lila! You come here right this instant!” The diplomat demanded as soon as the front door opened, her daughter shrinking slightly at the tone and pitch that her mother was using. The last time her mother had been this angry— Well, it was when she got expelled from her last school. “I can’t believe what you’ve done! If it weren’t for your kind classmate, lord knows how long you would’ve continued with this!”

The Italian meekly followed her mother into the living room, eyes widening until they were as large as saucers, mouth agape at the last person she expected to see sitting on the couch.

Marinette smiled kindly, waving at the girl, looking every bit the part of the innocent, pure, kind child that every parent wanted to have. Before Lila could release a torrent of questions about what the hell Marinette Dupain-Cheng was doing in her living room, her mother charged on, beginning to take out her anger on her daughter while a literal angel sat on the sofa, cradling a box of pastries from her family’s bakery.

“Your friend here tells me that you’ve been taking absences from school to go on trips to help humanity!” Mme. Rossi exploded, waving her arms around madly. “She says she’s here to share her notes from the classes you’ve missed! You’ve never left Paris this year! What’s this I hear about flying off to the kingdom of— What was it called again, Marinette dear?”

“Achu.” Provided the bluenette helpfully, the diplomat’s expression instantly softening when she talked to the other teen in the living room.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, dear.” The woman turned back to her daughter, instantly snapping on a mask of anger in a matter of a fraction of a second. “What’s this about flying off to this kingdom of Achu to help homeless orphans with some random prince?”

“Um…” Lila piped up, wriggling as her brain churned at 200 lies per hour, trying to whip up a cover of some sort.

“I’m not done! Your friend here is such a helpful child that she even went as far as to ask her family doctor is there’s a cure for your… Lying disease!” Mme. Rossi practically roared, breathing flames as if she were an intimidating dragon, her daughter flinching away from the heat. “I’ve never heard of anything more ridiculous! And then there’s the fact that you lied to your classmates about having tinnitus?!”

“I actually do have tinnitus!” Lila cut in forcibly, widening her eyes to make herself look more pitiful. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Bullshit!”

“Um… Sorry to interrupt, Mme. Rossi,” Marinette piped up, the diplomat instantly cooling down as she faced the bluenette, a soft smile tracing the Italian woman’s lips. “But it’s getting rather late and my parents would love me home soon. I also have some tests to revise for tonight, so I think I should get going.”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mme. Rossi hastily got up to help the bluenette to the door, shooting a warning glare at her daughter— ‘Sit still and don’t you dare go anywhere’, the glare read. “Feel free to come over again anytime you want, dear. I’m not home often, but you are such a sweet child. I’m sure Lila could learn a lot from you.”

“Thanks for having me as well, Mme. Rossi. I really like your home. I left the pastries on the counter— Make sure to warm the curry puffs before you eat them.” Marinette returned the smile, bowing slightly to the older woman as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for the pastries as well, Marinette. I ought to visit your parents’ bakery sometime when I’m free.” Mme. Rossi opened the door kindly for the bluenette, waving the girl off with an affectionate smile. Her parents must be so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like her, Mme. Rossi sighed internally, turning the key so she locked the door. And she seems to be a high-scoring student as well.

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Lila seethed, having been grounded by her mother. As far as Mme. Rossi was concerned, there was a boarding school not too far away from their current residence, and by the next week, the Italian girl would be transferred over. Lila had never hated Dupain-Cheng as much as she did in that moment.

Still furious, the Italian snapped her laptop open, too angry to bother with the fact she might’ve scratched the surface. Clicking into the web browser, she started to type in the words ‘Ladyblog’— That was, before a news article caught her eye.

‘Jagged Stone Interview Reveals Underage, Obsessed Fan’.

What on Earth…

As soon as Lila clicked into the link, the news footage from the interview immediately begin to play. The date stamp on it showed that it had aired last night— Which meant that she would’ve missed it, since her mother was too busy yelling at her to turn on the television to watch Nadja Chamack’s daily news.

“As soon as I heard this rumour about some underage teenage girl claiming that she had saved my cat on an airport runway, I called Penny and asked her to book a slot for me to clarify this,” Jagged Stone said grimly, dressed in more formal attire as he sat in the comfortable, cushioned chair of the news station, with Nadja nodding equally seriously beside him. “Let me clarify— I’ve never owned a cat. I’m allergic to fur. The only pet I’ve had was Fang, and he’s an al-li-ga-tor. Not a cat. Whatever the girl is claiming, she’s obsessed and making up stories.”

“It’s also kind of bewildering that she saved it on an airport runway,” Nadja continued, shaking her head in disappointment. “That kind of thing only happens in dramas— It’s too dangerous for anyone besides authorised workers to be on airport runways.”

“Right, right!” Jagged agreed instantly. “The whole rumour is just really baffling.”

“M. Jagged, may I ask what kind of effect these rumours have on a celebrities’ career?” Nadja continued, leading the conversation on like a professional.

“Well, rumours that circulate around tend to have really bad effects, and the worse ones can hang around for a long, long time. Tabloids are often spun off from rumours, baseless and with no evidence. Those tabloids will never truly disappear, so they can leave a mark on a celebrity’s reputation as some people will believe anything— Even things they read from un-cited tabloids.”

“That is simply terrible. Have you ever had any cases of rumours created by underaged teens before this?”

“I’ve had quite a number, but none of them really got as big as this one. From what Penny has found from digging around, the teen girl managed to spread the rumour through her school and onto a once-popular blog.” Jagged explained. “Penny has also found out that the same girl has claimed that I’ve written songs for her to thank her for saving my cat! I would never write songs and dedicate them to an underaged girl— Trust me. If I could do such a thing, I’d already have written a dozen in honour of my niece— She’s my favourite designer.”

Nadja smiled at that sentence. “Then—“

The news footage cut off abruptly as Lila slammed her laptop shut, too upset to continue watching.

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On the other side of Paris, Alya was pacing around her room frantically, wondering why on earth Lila wasn’t picking up on her calls. She’d left at least four dozen messages to the Italian, who was absent from school that day. There had been a couple whispers here and there about why she was missing— Rose had suggested another impromptu trip to Achu.

Lila’s absence wasn’t the weirdest part of the day, however.

That award would go to Marinette, who walked into class with a smile, the slightest sprinkles of delight colouring her bluebell eyes when she spotted Lila’s empty seat.

Growing in frustration, Alya threw herself onto her bed, phone clattering onto the mattress with her. Within the next few minutes, however, her phone suddenly started exploding with notifications. Excited at the prospect of Lila finally texting back, Alya turned on her phone, only to be disappointed by the notifications all clamouring from the class group chat.

Kim had sent a link to the chat— Without hesitation, Alya clicked into it, frowning when she saw Nadja and Jagged appear on the screen. Throughout the interview, the colour on the Ladyblogger’s face only paled by the second until she was as white as a sheet, and if it were halloween at that time, she would’ve won the best costume award for being a ghost.

There must… There must’ve been a mistake.

A notification from Lila’s number made the blogger perk up, instantly clicking into the conversation— But her newfound hope didn’t last very long.

[Lila]

Hi, Alya. This is Lila’s mom. She’s currently grounded right now. Is there anything important you need to tell her?

[Alya]

Oh, nothing much… I just wanted to ask where she was.

[Lila]

She’s at home.

[Alya]

Okay, thanks.

Flopping onto her bed, Alya begin thinking, revising over the past few months like it was an old clip. Lila’s exciting adventures and interactions with celebrities of every kind— Lila going overseas and face timing the entire class— Lila letting her in on the secrets of being Ladybug’s friend…

… Marinette trying to tell them that Lila was lying…

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The class was awfully silent the next day. Adrien was absent as well— A social worker was looking into his home life as a result of the tabloid that arose. Things for the blonde could either get better or worse from then on, as the matters were still foggy and things hadn’t cleared up yet. The blonde maintained contact with his friends, however, calling and texting them whenever he could.

“Class, settle down.” Mlle. Bustier stepped into the class, looking very tense and uncomfortable. “Today, we will have a guest, so please be on your best behaviours, alright?”

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a tall, regal-looking Italian woman entered the classroom, a cowering principal and a meek-looking Lila in tow. The class brightened slightly at the sight of their friend— But by the way she wasn’t looking into their eyes… Things weren’t going to be good.

“Good morning. I am Mme. Rossi, Lila’s mother.” The woman begin speaking, her firm and no-nonsense tone instantly making every student sit straight, their eyes too afraid to look anywhere else but the Italian diplomat. “It has come to my attention that my daughter has been taking absences from school to do charity work— And I have to clarify that this is a lie. Lila has been doing nothing but holing herself up in her room, lying to me and saying that there are no classes due to akumas.” The Italian diplomat glowered at Damocles. “What’s even more baffling is the fact that neither her homeroom nor the principal bothered to check up with me despite a student having extended periods of absence with no note or email written whatsoever.”

The class was so quiet that they could hear the quiver of Mlle. Bustier’s trembling lip.

“In addition, I’ve been kindly told that Lila has claimed to have a lying disease, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard this week.” It was impossible to miss the way the Italian diplomat was glaring daggers at both Mlle. Bustier and Damocles. “No one bothered to look it up online to see if it’s actual disorder, nor did anyone call me to confirm and ask for a doctor’s note, which is standard procedure.” Chills burst over the room, making every one shiver as the woman hissed out her words.

“Mme. Rossi, we didn’t want to disturb your busy schedule—” Damocles begin, only to be blown backwards from the sheer intensity of Mme. Rossi’s glower.

“M. Damocles, standard procedures exist for a reason. Unless you’d like to tell me about any other things you’ve been letting my daughter get away with?”

“N— No, Mme.”

The Italian diplomat continued on her war path. “My daughter also claimed to have tinnitus, am I correct?”

“Y— Yes, Mme.” Mlle. Bustier answered when it seemed like no one was going to.

“And I heard that the class seating arrangement was shifted to accommodate for that?” The homeroom teacher didn’t dare answer this time, for it seemed like whatever she said would be the incorrect answer. “And apparently, my daughter has also been faking broken wrists and requesting for her classmates to complete her work for her.” Mme. Rossi was practically breathing flames at that point, “And I am incredibly upset at the lack of action from the homeroom teacher.”

No one could breath.

“I have many concerns about the running of this schooling facility, and I expect to discuss this with M. Damocles privately after this. However, there is still something to be done.” Mme. Rossi swept her gaze towards her daughter, who found the floor incredibly interesting at that point of time. “Lila? Something you’d like to say to your classmates?”

“… I’m sorry for lying to you.” Lila mumbled resentfully.

“Louder, Lila. No one can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you!” Lila swallowed, bursting like an explosion that had finally been triggered, tears in her eyes and fists hatefully curled. “I’m sorry for lying about my diseases and injuries. I’m sorry for making you do my work,” She spat. “Sorry for causing any inconveniences.”

Mme. Rossi raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Is that all?”

Lila glared at her mother, who was completely unfazed. “Oh, so you want an apology from me? Fine!” She turned to the class, a maniacal glint in her eyes as she sneered at the class, a few gasps puffing from around the room as they caught their first glimpse of the liar that resided in the ‘harmless’ shell of Lila Rossi. “I’m sorry that you are all such idiots that you all fell for everything. I’m sorry that Marinette has such terrible, untrusting classmates that turned their backs on her even though she was still a goody-two shoes till the end, even though she still wanted to help you sorry peasants. I’m sorry that you were all so goddamn gullible! There! Good enough for you?”

Shock was etched into the faces of every human in the classroom— Including Mlle. Bustier, M. Damocles, and Mme. Rossi themselves. Clearly, that part of the apology had not been part of the plan.

“Did I miss something?” Said a sweet voice, followed by the presence of a bluenette, her hair tied in a half-up. A royal blue blazer decorated her lithe form, accompanied by a smart-looking white blouse and a black plaited skirt. Formal had never looked so good on anyone— And if someone didn't know better, they'd think that the bluenette was a young lawyer, emerging victorious from her first successful case.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed.

“I’m sorry that you’re such an annoying, little, pest.” Lila bit in the girl’s face, disdain colouring her features as she ignored her mother’s enraged gasp behind her.

The bluenette simply smiled, unaffected by the liar who had crashed and burned like the liar once wished upon her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood at her full height, the perfect image of grace and poise as she maintained her composure, quite unlike her nemesis, who thrashed under her mother’s restraining hands.

“And I’m sorry that you didn’t take my promise to heart.”

this can count as adrien redemption depending on you cause ehhh i dont like how passive he is but i havent caught up with the recent episodes, he might have become better. idk.

also where the hell is my miraculous taglist i cant find it so eep. no tagging ppl ig oops

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