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badboy!wooyoung

word count: 5k

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your first week of bartending had been exciting.

you liked the rush of the crowded bar and buzzing excitement, thinking that you’d be dealing with chipper regulars and funny drunken ramblings. but within the first week, you quickly realized that’s not at all what you were gonna be subjected to.

the crowded bar would lead to orders being shouted and demanded left and right at you. the buzzing excitement was actually a mix of testosterone filled with fighting and the drunken squeals coming from dancing girls.

and the chipper regulars were more so in the form of obnoxious wannabe rockstars, who perform there every friday and saturday night and add on to your frustration.

because after six months of dealing with jung wooyoung, you were just about ready to quit.

at first, like any living breathing human with eyes, you were immediately taken by the boy and his band members. they were attractive and alluring and you couldn’t help but watch their cocky smirks and confident walks as they took the stage.

you remember wooyoung watching you the whole time he played his guitar and sang into the microphone, black hair hanging in his face as his lips kissed the mic before he pulled back with a smirk.

you did your best to show your indifference, taking orders or cleaning the bar when, really, you couldn’t pull your eyes away. but then the second he approached you, it was over. because if the way he pranced over and visibly checked you out wasn’t enough, he really had the balls to ask if you wanted to meet him backstage.

backstage meaning the back room, where you keep extra barrels of food and liquor and napkins. you couldn’t help the way your lip curled in disgust nor could you help the way you told him you would never do such a thing with a person like him.

“i don’t know, i saw those eyes, pretty,” he had said, his voice low but eyes teasing. “i think we’d have a lot of fun.”

“i think you should fuck off if you ever wanna perform here again.”

and then he laughed in your face and ordered a round of shots, slipping you two twenty dollars bills after he took back his card. “i’ll see you next weekend then,” he said with a parting wink.

and then he never looked your way again that night. it had become sort of a staple within these past months.

you watch him on stage, he watches you back. he comes over when he’s done and sees if you’re gonna accept his backstage invite. and then when you decline, he smiles teasingly and leaves you with a wink.

and perhaps the reason he never comes back over is because he’s usually getting shitfaced. downing shot after shot, sneaking in and out of the bathroom as he fiddles with his nose, leaning against one of the many girls you know he has wrapped around his finger before bringing them backstage.

but you don’t care, why should you? you know everything’s just a game to him. that he’s careless and causes trouble and there’d be absolutely no way he’d want anything more than just a night with you.

and that’s something you’re not willing to give him, no matter how much you like watching him on stage. like watching his lips part on the mic as his hazy eyes look at you in a way that always gets your stomach fluttering.

it had been especially packed tonight. you’d been taking orders and filling glasses since your shift started at 8:00 and it showed no signs of slowing down five hours later.

you hadn’t even been able to watch wooyoung perform but it was truthfully the least on your concerns; especially now, as you had to deal with a group of obliterated men you and your coworker were cutting off.

or at least trying to. because one man in particular was screaming at both of you, the vein running down his forehead threatening to burst and you wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to jump over this bar and sock you in the face.

“i can get you water,” you told him for the fifth time, looking apologetically at a group of women who’ve been waiting to order.

“did i say i wanted a fucking water?” he screamed, his fists slamming down on the table probably in an attempt to intimidate you; but with the night you’ve been having you could give a shit; in fact, you’re half tempted to take the water nozzle and spray him right in the face, thinking that the consequence of getting fired would be well worth the satisfaction.

but you refrain and stare blankly the man, telling him again he’s only able to have water for the rest of the night. he starts screaming in your face, cursing at you for being a stupid bitch and slurring that he’s the cu-customer so you should listen to him.

but you only roll your eyes and walk over to take another order, apologizing before attempting to ask what they want. but before you can get the sentence out, they’re pushed out of the way and a hand wraps around your arm, pulling you forward and your side smacks right into the bar.

loud grunts of surprise echo around you and the drunken man’s friends attempt to pry him off of you but he’s only tightening his hold. cursing lowly and demanding more drinks before you squint your eyes and tell him to get the fuck off of you; because even though you’re terrified and in pain, you refuse to let him see that.

you’ve dealt with enough shit at this job and you’re not about to let some immature loser manhandle you. but before you can twist your arm out, a fist to his face knocks him into one of the barstools and into his group of friends.

you rip your red, bruising arm away and to your side, snapping your head to see wooyoung standing there with a pissed off look on his face. his black hair is still sweaty from getting off stage twenty minutes ago and the vein in his neck is bulging. the man looks to the side and sees wooyoung was the one to get him off you, probably thinking that the few inches of height he has on the boy is gonna work in his favor.

but because he’s so obliterated, wooyoung’s able to get a few more punches in until the guy’s friends back him up. they push wooyoung away roughly and grab their friend who fights against their hold, calling the guitar player with fire in his eyes a pussy and telling him to take it outside.

“you both can,” you snap and wooyoung looks over to you in the midst of the chaos. his eyebrow is raised at you before his gaze drops to your arm, eyes narrowing when he sees your hand holding the red spot.

about thirty seconds too late, the lousy bouncer comes from outside and drags the man and his friends out of the bar, your co-worker fretting over you and asking if you’re okay. she nearly has tears in her eyes and you can only roll yours, insisting that you’re fine before looking at wooyoung again.

“that wasn’t necessary,” you tell him, dropping your arm so you can start to clean up the wet mess of beer on the bar.

“oh no?” he hums lowly, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. there’s a sliver chain around his neck that shouldn’t be grabbing your attention so much; nor should his cut arms or hint of a tattoo peeking out of his shirt.

“no,” you snap. “i could’ve done it myself. you know you’re not supposed to fight in here.”

“am i not supposed to punch someone who was hurting you?”

you narrow your eyes at him, holding his gaze before the darkness in them causes you to get far too nervous. you look over to grab another rag and clean off the bar top, listening to the bouncer telling wooyoung to get out too.

“are you fucking kidding me? he was ripping your bar tenders arm off because you were busy dicking around.”

and then even though you were just victim to a fight, you find yourself needing to jump around the bar and throw yourself in between wooyoung and the bouncer two minutes later.

“get out,” you snap.

“y/n, you’re joking, i was fucking helping-”

“and now you’re making my life harder,” you cut him off, hearing the ruckus of people getting louder throughout the bar. because after one fight here, it almost always sets off some sort of idiotic wave and you wouldn’t be surprised if two more people try to rip your arm off tonight now.

your eyes catch hongjoong, the drummer of the band who seems to be the most level headed one of the bunch and you flag him over. you drown out the sound of wooyoung whining at you and tell them they have to leave before the bouncer kicks him out.

hongjoong nods his head in understanding, growling at wooyoung to follow him before they fuck up the one steady gig they have. he narrows his eyes at you and you only shrug and throw your arms up in defeat because what are you supposed to do? he fought the guy too and your coworker is about to lose his shit.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy, y/n,” you hear his voice grumble as he turns away and leaves you, a posse of girls following behind that only makes you roll your eyes and groan. you go back behind the bar and lift your shirt up, a large ugly bruise already forming on your skin.

“he was just trying to help, you know,” the other bar tender says, your friend who from the beginning thinks you should give wooyoung his night with you. “he likes you.”

“he doesn’t like me. he wants to fuck me like he fucks everyone in this place.”

“okay so he likes you and he wants to fuck you. what’s so wrong about that?”

you let out a huff and smack her with rag, growling that you guys have to get back to work and finish the rest of the two hours without incident. she only lets out a sigh and rolls your eyes at you, telling you she knows you like him too so what the hell is holding you back?

her comment effects you but you don’t even have the time to dwell on it, refilling drinks and cleaning up before your shift ends at 3:30 in the morning. you have to all but kick everyone out, almost debating to set off the fire alarm but remembering how much trouble you got into last time for that.

you say goodnight to your coworkers before walking outside, the cool night air a pleasant contrast to the stuffiness in the sticky, hot bar. your car was parked right across the street but before you can even look both ways, someone leant against the side of the building catches your eye.

you’d recognize him anywhere, those arms and hair that you more often than not ogle during your shifts. you highly consider just leaving him there, knowing san or hongjoong probably isn’t too far behind before his head snaps up and he sees you staring at him.

you let out a huff when he waves at you, attempting to walk over before he stumbles off the wall and nearly falls right onto the concrete. so even with a pounding head and irritation flooding through you from the night, you stomp over and stand right in front of him.

“why are back here?”

he smirks at the sound of your voice, his head back against the wall and his black hair hanging low in his face. “you’re usually more excited to see me.” you narrow your eyes at him and refuse to answer, raising a brow at him and crossing your arms.

“why are you here? where are your friends?” because even though you’re so fucking irritated with him and everyone else tonight, you know you couldn’t leave him here.

“told them to leave. that i’d get a ride home with you after i made sure you were okay.”

he watches through his hazy vision as your eyes roll and you let out a sharp exhale, his smirk widening as he leans closer to you. “since, you know, that guy hurt you and then you got me kicked out. what was that about, pretty?”

you bite the inside of your cheek at the way that word falls from his lips, looking at him skeptically. “you punched him in the face, wooyoung.”

“he was grabbing you, y/n,” he growls lowly and your eyebrows shoot up at the anger and frustration in his voice. “was i supposed to sit there and watch it happen?”

“i had it under control.”

he lets out a scoff as he looks over your body, his hand reaching out and taking your wrist to examine for any injury; but you quickly rip it away, wincing when your elbow smacks into your side.

and even in his drunken state, this obnoxious boy notices and his eyebrow raises curiously. “what was that?”

“nothing,” you snap. “now get in the car. i’m exhausted and wanna go home.”

“you finally giving me a chance, y/n?” he asks with a smirk, your eyes narrowing before you turn around wordlessly; you wait for him at the curb, letting out a sigh when he stumbles over to you and grabs at your arm.

“hold my hand, i can-can’t stand.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much.”

getting wooyoung into his apartment proved to be a challenge. because, to begin with, it took him nearly thirty minutes to tell you where it was.

“you’re able to have a conversation with me, wooyoung, you’re not that fucking shitfaced. so which way is it?” and when he only looks dumbly out the window, squinting to see the street signs in the darkness, you’ve had enough.

“if you don’t tell me, i’m leaving you on the side of the road.”

“bullshit,” wooyoung says and you raise your eyebrow at him challengingly. a handsome, obnoxious smirk appears on his lips and you shake your head, reaching over him to open the door. “get out.”

a deep chuckle rings from his mouth and he swats your hand away before you can pull the handle, a pout you’ve never seen before taking over his face. “you didn’t even give me time.”

“i’m serious, wooyoung, tell me or get out. i’m fucking exhausted.”

he leans his head on the side of your leather seat, staring at you with glossy eyes before whining when he sees your hard gaze isn’t budging. “make a right up there.”

you let out an annoyed sigh, bringing your hand back to the steering wheel before following wooyoung’s directions. he tells you to stop in front of a brick building and you do so, looking over at him to see he’s already staring at you.

“what?”

“walk me up.”

your hands curl into fists and you hold back the urge to scream, instead grumbling his name through clenched teeth.

“c’monnn, i’m a little tipsy and have to walk four flights of stairs. what if i slip and fall and crack my head open?”

“then maybe you’ll learn not to-”

“drink so much? yeah, maybe. but i’ll be dead so the lesson would kind of be too late, right?”

you two have a stare down, his eyebrow raised and eyes so hopeful you find yourself eventually taking your keys out of the ignition with a huff; it would also probably worry your mind to think about him making his way up the stairs, the small chance that he really would crack his head open forever wrecking your conscience.

so with a happy, lazy smile on his face and a scowl on yours, you wrap your arm around his waist and guide him up the stairs. he falls into you several times and, despite everything, you can’t even stop the laugh that leaves you when his loud ones echoes in the stairwell, quietly telling him to shut up and walk like a normal person.

this wooyoung is so different from the one you’ve seen every weekend. he’s lighter and carefree and open, not so intense and dark and jaded. he seems like a real person opposed to some sort of...phony. playing it up as a cool guitar player who only cares about getting high and fucking.

“it’s this one,” he tells you once you’re in the hallway, watching him type in his key code before guiding you into the apartment; it’s a lot...cleaner than you expected. modern dark furniture with walls free of photos or decor but it’s still nice enough, looks lived in but not too cluttered or disgusting.

and there’s also not a scent of sex or pot or dirty laundry, which is always a plus.

“where’s your room?”

he snaps his head over to you and looks at you with a smirk, his eyebrow raising suggestively. “why do you wanna know? are you accepting my offer now?”

“sleep on the floor then,” you bite back, his hand around your shoulder tightening as he sloppily guides you down the hallway. he opens the door to his room and plops right down on his bed, slipping off his boots before laying out like a starfish.

you watch him carefully, trying to assess if he really is okay or if you should call one of his friends to stay here tonight. because he made it without any incident on the stairs but if he ended up choking on his vomit, you’d also be ridded with guilt.

“wooyoung, are you good?” you ask. your eyes widen when instead of answering, he rips his shirt off over his head and shimmies out of his black jeans. you can’t even help the way your mouth falls open, more so shocked by his bold undressing than the defined muscles of his abdomen and tattoo in full display on his ribs.

because, yes, that’s what has you more shocked. you’re not at all effected by him laying there, looking up at you shirtless with a smirk and half-lidded eyes.

“are you good?” he counters, his arm behind his head defining his oblique muscles. the sight makes your cheeks flush and the room to feel incredibly warm, swallowing down the nerves as you nod your head.

“i’m not the one who had to get escorted home.”

you want it to sound snippy and feisty but it only sounds pained to your own ears. maybe he doesn’t realize though, maybe he's too drunk to realize the effect he has on you. maybe he’s just gonna tell you to go home and-

“come here.”

something in your lower stomach swoops at the way his voice commands it, cheeks warming and your head shaking.

“no.”

“please.”

you let out a shaky breath, taking a dramatic inhale because you can’t do this tonight. he’s drunk and you’re irritated and attracted to him and everything about it would be wrong. but you find yourself walking over anyway, standing next to his bed and keeping your eyes trained on his face.

he’s looking you up and down and you resist the urge to bite your lip, especially when he reaches out and tugs you closer to him.

“wooyoung,” you say warningly. but he only lets out a quiet groan, dropping his hand from your waist and you bend down so you’re face to face; you can’t have him eyeing your body and touching you, the air is too thick and he’s far too attractive.

“why don’t you like me?”

you can’t help the small laugh that leaves your mouth, biting down on your lip to hide your smile. “i just drove you home and walked you in,” you state obviously, “what’s giving you the impression i don’t like you?”

you also can’t help the way you mock his words ever so slightly, just because they sound a little too juvenile leaving this man’s mouth.

“you make it obvious,” he grumbles. you roll your eyes because you have a feeling you know where this is going, the familiar scene of the backroom flashing in your head.

“why, because i refuse to go backstage with you?”

“no,” he says lowly and you look at him skeptically; but he only narrows his eyes at you and reaches out to touch your cheek.

the gentleness throws you off, your eyes widening and breath catching in your throat. he sees the way your eyes change but he doesn’t say or do anything, just holds your gaze before his thumb start to caress your cheek slowly.

“then why do you think that?” you eventually find the ability to say, words coming out in a whisper you didn’t intend. your eyes fall to his lips that pull into a smirk, meeting his gaze again when he pulls you down closer to him.

“because i wanna kiss you,” he tells you bluntly, not a hint of hesitation or doubt in his tone. “but i don’t think you want me to.”

your tongue pokes out to lick your dry lips and his eyes immediately follow, a tiny noise in the back of his throat causing you to swallow nervously.

“you’re drunk, wooyoung,” you remind him gently, his eyes rolling and a sigh leaving his mouth.

“barely,” he grunts out in annoyance which causes you to hum questioningly, your eyebrow raising as you look at him because then why the hell did you walk him up in the first place?

“you knew i was lying, pretty,” he says with a smile, the amusement in his voice causing you to shake your head. his thumb starts moving over your cheek slowly again and he brings your face closer. just a bit, to test what you’re gonna do, either push him away or drop your gaze to his lips and lean in.

“i don’t think i did,” you mumble back sarcastically, feeling your resolve weakening the more you lean down. the more you look from his eyes to his lips and his hand cups your cheek, guiding you down until your lips meet.

and then the second they do, it feels like it’s over.

the months of waiting and flirting with your eyes and leading each other on like both of you didn’t so desperately want this. to feel your lips part against one another and your tongues to tangle, for his hand to fist the back of your hair and for you to moan quietly into his mouth.

he tugs you up until you’re straddling his waist, the thin layer of his boxers under your jeans. your hands are cold on his warm skin but the kiss never breaks, a mix of teeth and tongues and moans as you finally give in to one another.

but when he puts his hands on your hips and squeezes, it acts sort of as something to ground you. remind you that he’s drunk and that he might not remember this tomorrow. that if this ends badly, you’re still gonna have to see him every weekend and you don’t want to make your workplace awkward.

because you know you’ll go through with this and get attached and then you’ll be the one hurt.

you mumble his name against his lips and he pulls back immediately, looking over your face and sees all the hesitance and fear in your eyes. “you’re drunk,” you tell him quietly. “i- we can’t do this.”

“i’m not even drunk, y/n, i was-”

“if we do this and you don’t remember tomorrow, i’m gonna...” be hurt, be really fucking hurt and i won’t ever be able to look at you again. i’m gonna feel like i took advantage of you and waited all of this time for nothing. “i can’t.”

you try to get up from bed but he pulls you back before you can, your butt falling back onto the mattress as you plop down next to him.

you inhale shakily because you wish you didn’t have to stop. you want to keep kissing him and hear his moans and see all the things his fingers and tongue can do. the fingers and tongue that you swear tease you every god damn weekend on the strings of his guitar and pad of his microphone.

“i’ve wanted you since the second i fucking saw you, y/n, of course i’m gonna remember.”

the confession makes your eyes widen because even though you’d known he was always flirty and obnoxious, this seemed extremely...forward. and deeper. but you thought that maybe those were your own hopes clouding your judgment and perception, the softness in his eyes and the frustration in his voice maybe a figment of your imagination.

“but that’s...all you want,” you say quietly and it’s the first time he’s ever heard a ounce of vulnerability in your voice. you’re usually so strong and sure of yourself, eyes hard and entire being so confident. but right now you look completely out of your element. nervous and unsure about what he even wants from you.

“how do you know?” he asks, his hand running through your hair softly. “you never gave me the chance to tell you what i wanted.”

you purse your lips to the side as your eyes roam his face, everything genuine and soft and you think that might be scaring you the most right now.

“oh? so i was supposed to know that you were gonna ask me on a date backstage?”

you can’t help but chuckle at the smirk that crosses his face, stretching out his bare muscles as a tiny sigh leaves his mouth. “okay, maybe a little bit of both,” he hums lowly, your hand lightly smacking his stomach. both of you let out quiet chuckles before a yawn leaves your mouth, his pouty request that you sleep over causing him to get another smack.

“i was kidding,” he huffs and you shake your head as you stand from his bed. he looks up at you with heavy eyes and you know the second you leave, he’s gonna pass out. “but not about...a date,” he suddenly says. “and not about me remembering. when i see you next weekend, it’s gonna be the first thing i say to you.”

you roll your eyes and nod your head sarcastically, still keeping yourself guarded in the event that this is all a lie. that he’ll see you next friday and give you that signature smirk and wink calling you pretty.

“right, of course you are.”

“i am,” he says sleepily, his black hair messy as it hangs in his face. “so you better say yes.”

true to his word, that following friday after his set, it’d been the first thing he said to you. a knowing glint in his eye and a smile pulling at his lips as he asked you in front of everyone, band members and your nosy, excited coworker included, if he could take you on a date next week.

san and hongjoong sighed in relief, their synchronized voices shouting “finally!” causing him to roll his eyes and punch them in the arm. you looked at the boy with a smirk, cocking your head to the side as your gazes meet. he raises an eyebrow challengingly before nodding his head toward the back of the bar.

“unless you’d prefer i take you back-”

“yes,” you squeak, narrowing your eyes as you shake your head and fight back a smile. “let’s go on a date.”

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cotncandyboifics · 3 years

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 1

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Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,780

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: <none> (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: hook chapter go brr

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Nice to meet you, where you been?

I can show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there, and I thought

"Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake"

Love's a game, wanna play?

Roman checked his watch discreetly as he walked down the hall toward his first class. 7:58. He was almost late, but not quite. As he walked in, earning a glare from Mr. Berry and a few students, he glanced at the whiteboard. It read: "Tuesday, September 3 / Classwork: OT essay workday / Homework: OT Analysis and Essay due FRIDAY". The word "Friday" was written sloppily large and underlined. Roman just kept his sleepy poker face and walked to his desk, in the second-to-last row in the middle. He'd not noticed the shrunken figure at the desk next to him, whom everyone knew but no one liked. Virgil Black.

New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you've heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see, how this one ends

Grab your passport, and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Virgil shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he glared in Roman's general direction from behind bright purple bangs. His scowl deepened as Roman pulled out his notebook but didn't take his single earbud out, proceeding to doodle on the margins of his notebook.

Roman propped his head up on his right palm, tilting his head carelessly as he drew stars around a stick man's head. By this time, the plump red-faced man known as Mr. Berry, teacher of English 12, had taken his respected place at the front of the class for a quick lecture before they began classwork.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

"Good morning students," He said in a blubbering gritty voice, the sagging skin below his chin bouncing comically as he did so. "I trust you completed reading the rest of the book. Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, the Analysis and quotes along with your essay's final draft are due - both printed - on Friday. If you turn it in on Monday, it'll drop two letter grades, and any time after that is a zero. I should hope this first assignment will get you in the punctual mindset for my class." The large man was walking about the room, between desks checking for cheating or kids working ahead. He was strict, and didn't tolerate out-of-line behavior. As he completed his sentence, his eyes fell on Roman, who was still slouched apathetically, doodling, earbud in. The students watching Mr. Berry saw his face somehow achieve a deeper hue of red and his eyes bulge, as a bull does when it spots it's target. Roman however, didn't notice; a pale-faced Virgil tried to get his attention without the teacher noticing.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

"Psst. Roman." he hissed in vain. Roman's earbud was in his right ear, the same side Virgil was sitting on, so quiet noises from that direction were inaudible to him. Despite the class's uneasiness as Mr. Berry made his way to Roman's seat, and though Roman was fully aware of the fat fuming man advancing on him, he made no change in expression or focus; merely, filled in the dark half of the yin yang he had sketched next to his name as he lightly mouthed the words of the song.

Mr. Berry stopped right in front of Roman's desk, looking down at him furiously. When Roman ignored him, he took further action. Just as Roman had completed the yin yang, a fat red hand came down loudly on his desk and a sudden "MR. PRINCE!!" Erupted from the old man's gullet.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I can show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the king baby I'm your queen

Find out what you want,

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come... oh no.

Roman looked up at him slowly, but no trace of fear could be found on his face. Even, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. But, not enough for the old man to notice.

"What sort of media is emitting from those... earphones?" Mr. Berry said, bug-eyed.

Roman held up the earbud that wasn't in his ear, looking at it. "You mean these?" He said.

Mr. Berry simply sighed and rolled his eyes frustratedly. "Yes, 'in those', Mr. Prince. You'd better have an adequate response."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing, like

"Oh my god, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Roman held the old man's gaze, as if searching for something within his grey-brown orbs. After a moment, he sighed quietly and said, "Taylor Swift."

His response earned a few snickers from other students, to which Mr. Berry scanned the room to see if he could bust two students in one go.

Most of the students thought he looked like Napoleon from the 1954 animated movie based on Animal Farm, a fair comparison. His balding head and fat body gave him an appearance that was quite comparable to a pig.

After a moment of glaring at a few of the known renegades of the class, he returned his focus to Roman. But, this time, he didn't appear as angry; rather, he was smiling gently, but his eyes still held an angry glow. "Since you see no point in listening to my lecture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing the class a sufficient outline for your first draft essay? Along with the requirements, of course," the senile man's smirk curled up into a grin as he spoke, tilting his head a bit. Roman merely smirked himself, and stood.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

Mr. Berry watched in moderate surprise as Roman walked swiftly past the rows of desks to the whiteboard, uncapped an expo marker, and began writing in neatly printed lettering. "Ok, so the final draft is due on Friday," He began, "So you should have your first draft completed by tonight. The essay must have at least five body paragraphs, a minimum of two quotes each-" Virgil watched, shocked, gripping his pencil so that his knuckles paled. "So I hope you've picked out your quotes already. The thesis needs to answer the prompt, obviously. Conclusion should be at least five sentences. So overall, about two or three pages. I'd recommend using this class time to create an outline in your notebook, and typing up a first draft. Have your second draft done tomorrow, and final details on Thursday. And because Mr. Berry is too... behind the times to use Google Classroom, you'll need to print it out and hand it in physically. I'm sure Mr. Berry isn't partial to the trees we're killing, so if you're in Environmental club, I'd not bother complaining." And with this final sentence, Roman touched up his writing on the board and walked back to his seat, never taking out his earbud.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

Mr. Berry was still standing over Roman's desk, now staring down at him with large eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was interrupted by another student asking a question. From then on, Mr. Berry ignored Roman, which was an easy feat, as Roman did the same.

After a little over half an hour, the bell rang, and Roman slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Mr. Berry considered asking him why he'd only doodled for the entirety of the class period and not worked on his essay, but his pride got the best of him, and he watched as the young man walked out of the room confidently.

Virgil had slipped out before Roman, and was now pretending to exchange things in his locker, which was unfortunately right next to Roman's. The tall jock walked up to his own locker, earning a scowl from the darker boy.

"What? Enjoy the show I put on in Mr. Diabetes' class?" Roman said, leaning against the lockers as Virgil shut his own. The dark boy just grunted and walked off, feeling Roman's eyes watching as he turned a corner. Roman smirked for the hundredth time that morning when he was gone and turned to open his own locker. When a few girls from the cheer team started to linger, flipping their hair and puffing out their chests, and Roman actively ignored them until he walked past close enough that a few of them let out squeals. He heard the usual murmurs from behind him, "he's so hot," and "I'd kill to be his date to Homecoming." He smirked to himself again, making his way to his Physics class.

...

Virgil spotted is best friend Patton in his usual seat as he walked into his second period Economics class. The boy smiled at Virgil up on seeing him, and waved happily.

"Hello Virgil!! how are you feeling this morning?" He said cheerily as Virgil took the seat next to him, sliding his backpack under the desk.

"Alright I guess." He thought about telling Patton about Roman, but thought better of it; Patton had enough on his plate to worry about as it was.

As for Patton, he had already taken to pulling out his notebook, preparing for a long class of note-taking. Economics was one of the most note-heavy classes either of the boys had, and usually required all their focus. As the teacher stood from his desk and turned on his projector, Virgil could've sworn he saw Patton staring at someone, but as soon as he looked, Patton focused on the teacher, readying his pencil. But, Virgil being the parano- vigilant person he was, followed what he thought was Patton's line of sight to... Logan Montgomery? What? Upon realizing who he had thought Patton was looking at, he brushed it off. There's no way Patton would be looking at him. is there?

#logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts logan #ts virgil #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #prinxiety #logicality #slow burn #virgil x roman #logan x patton

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angel-of-darkness-3000 · 4 years

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Breaking Point (Jasper Hale x chubby reader)

A/N: So a little setup for this story. Alice and Jasper were a thing in the past, cus ya know, eternal waiting can get kinda lonely, but they have separated and divorced since she found Jasper's true mate in a vision. I'm going to have Bella and Edward be pre-established. Also, the reader is Jasper's true mate, she just doesn't know it yet. She does know that the Cullens are vampires.

Y/n stepped out from her room, ready to go with her sister Bella to the Cullen's home. She met her sister in the hall with an excited smile, but was only met with a scowl.

"What are you smiling about?" She snapped.

"We are going over to the Cullen's for dinner and the weekend. I am excited to spend time with our friends."

"You're not going." Bella said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Y/n's face fell.

"I want to spend time with my boyfriend and his family without the embarrassment of having you around. I mean, just look at you. I don't understand how someone so fat can be my sister. Plus, you don't need any more of Esme's cooking, or any cooking for that matter. Maybe starving yourself would help you get rid of some of that ugly fat." Bella patted Y/n's stomach as she passed by her tearful sister.

Y/n retreated to her room, finally breaking down as her sister drove off.

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"Hello Bella, where's Y/n? I thought she was coming for the weekend as well?" Esme asked as Bella walked in the door.

"She's staying home for the weekend." Bella said as she walked up to Edward's room.

"She's lying." Jasper said after pausing the game he was playing with Emmett.

"Maybe you should go check on Y/n then, Jasper." Esme told her son, worry clear in her voice.

"Esme's right. You should go see Y/n." Alice chimed as she came down the stairs, a knowing gleam in her eye.

"Alright." Jasper stood, sparing a quick glance to Emmett. "We'll have to finish the game later."

Emmett nodded without a complaint, and Jasper took off in a run.

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As Jasper came up to the house, he could feel the self loathing and sorrow rolling out of the home. He understood that Y/n might not want to open the door in her current state, so he jumped up to her open window, which was open to let the breeze in.

The salty smell of her tears met his nose when he ducked into her room. He found her in her reading nook, curled up on her bean bag.

He crouched down in front of her, reaching out to rub her ankle. "Y/n."

She jumped up at his voice and touch.

"Jasper?" She looked up, confused, but looked down again, trying to hide her tears. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your family?"

Jasper felt all his years as a vampire weigh down on him as he felt out Y/n's emotions. "I am right where I need to be, Darlin'. You wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Not really." Y/n wiped at her face as she calmed her sobs.

"Well, I'll stay here with you." Jasper sat on the ground cross-legged.

"You should be with your family." She said dejectedly.

"Like I said, I am right where I need to be right now." Jasper looked over her book shelves, picking out a book that interested him. "May I read to you?"

"Okay." She said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

Jasper smiled and moved to sit next to Y/n on the bean bag chair, reclining as Y/n moved over for him. He let waves of calm flow from him as he began to read aloud.

Y/n began to relax to Jasper's voice and his calm. It gently caressed her and she gladly welcomed the feeling. She unconsciously leaned into Jasper, finding comfort in his cool temperature. Jasper moved to wrap his free arm around her, curling his hand to play with her hair.

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After a few chapters, Jasper placed the book down with a bookmark. "Are you ready to talk about what upset you earlier?"

"Do I have a choice?" Y/n mumbled.

"As much as I want to say you do, I would really like to know what upset you."

Y/n mumbled out her answer, but Jasper heard it clearly, a small growl rumbling through his chest to signify his displeasure.

Jasper was quick to sooth Y/n when he felt her spike of anxiety. "I am not angry at you, Darlin. I'm mad at your sister. I speak for myself and my family when I say that we will never be embarrassed to have you by our sides. If anything, it is an embarrassment to have Bella by our sides. I would be proud to have you by my side."

Y/n looked at Jasper, confused at his last statement and hoping that she didn't misinterpret his meaning. "I thought Alice..."

Jasper brought his free hand up to cup Y/n's face. "Alice was never my mate, only a temporary companion. You are my true mate. I am not mistaken. You are gorgeous and I am proud to have you by my side, Darlin. That is, if you'll have me?"

"Yes." Y/n whispered.

Jasper grinned as he leaned in to give Y/n a kiss.

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Bella suddenly collapsed in the living-room, a yell of anguish escaping her mouth as tears made mascara tracks down her cheeks. Edward shot up from his seat to console her, and the others watched worriedly, all save for Alice who hid a grin.

"Jasper!" Edward yelled at the blonde who had entered the room, giving off the harsh emotions. "Stop this! Please!"

"She deserves this Edward, just ask Y/n." The dark eyed Jasper gestured to Y/n who was in the doorway.

"Y/n?" Edward asked, lifting his head to her.

Y/n, who lacked the mental shield of her sister, showed Edward the memory of Bella's words to her. Edward's eyes widened in understanding and he moved away from Bella.

"Bella was unfairly cruel to Y/n. She made her think that Y/n wasn't welcome here because of Y/n's extra weight."

Carlisle frowned, recognizing why Jasper had switched over to the Major. "Major, I think that's enough."

The Major, after an amount of thought, backed off, going over instead to hold his mate in his arms. As soon as the Major stopped his influence, Bella's emotions shifted to anger.

"Why are you taking her side?! She's fat and ugly! Just look at her!" Bella yelled as she stood up.

The Major started growling as Edward spoke. "Enough. I think you should go."

"What?"

"You heard him. It is you who is unwelcome here." Esme said coldly.

Bella took on a shocked face, but soon shifted back to anger as she stormed out of the house in a huff though the open doorway, Jasper and Y/n having vacated the room when the family stood against Bella.

"Is Y/n going to be okay?" Rose asked with real worry for the human she had grown fond of.

"Yes. Jasper's got her." Alice smiled.

@alicedopey

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper x chubby reader #jasper hale x chubby reader #jasper whitlock x chubby reader #jasper whitlock x plus size reader #jasper hale x plus size reader

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animated-pictures · 4 years

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some of my favorite animated movies

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

The Iron Giant

Treasure Planet

Titan A.E.

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

also, if you’ve liked any of the above movies and haven’t seen the others on this list, i recommend that you do. i haven’t seen them close together in a while but something about them feel similar to each other

firstly, they’re all animated and sci-fi adventure movies with action

there’s a certain realistic possibility to them

sinbad and treasure planet both take place largely on ships

titan ae too if you count the space ship

treasure planet and titan ae both take place in space

the iron giant and treasure planet both have the youngest protagonists

those 2, as well as atlantis both have a kid yet mature feeling towards them(kind of like adventure time cus although its a kids show, its mature(as it went on), plus some other cartoons like: the adventures and flapjack and captain knuckles, and courage the cowardly dog)

sinbad, treasure planet, and atlantis both involve looking for treasure

the iron giant and titan ae both involve earth/the destruction of it

they have some romance in them, it adds into the feels but not a majority of the feels are romance based(titan ae: the girl and the guy; sinbad: sinbad and the princess; iron giant: the mom and the mechanic; treasure planet: that dorky alien guy and that ship lady with the accent; atlantis: milo and the antlantis princess with the white hair)

titan ae and sinbad are a little more mature than the others because of the characters’ ages(even though the atlantis characters are older than the titan ae characters lol, but whatever, atlantis is a disney movie which is why im saying titan ae is a little heavier than atlants; although treasure planet kind of falls on par with titan ae), but they all have mature themes(i’m not gonna say cus although it’s not really a spoiler, i feel like it might take away some of something if you were to watch it for the first time)

10/18/2020 idk, i did math yesterday, then i played some games today, and now i wanna sleep cus school really be sucking the energy outta me so i wanted to focus my energy on games today

also, games and analyzing stuff require different types of energy so im gonna come back to this another weekend so i can see what other connections these movies have/that i can make

i dont remember where sinbad took place, if it mentioned another world or was just implied its on earth ?

they’re actually all family movies i think but y’know, sinbad and titan ae arent disney moves and neither is iron giant, but the thing about sinbad and titan ae is that they hint at more adult stuff cus of the attraction between certain characters(so does iron giant if you count that government guy hitting on the kids mom for a quick second cus it felt inappropriate when he did that)

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atlafan · 4 years

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My Everything - Part Nine

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! Get your tissues for all the feels!

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength. This is 8900k.

Masterpost

Your bachelorette party was at a nice Air BnB up north. You wanted a simple, secluded weekend with your friends. It was just you, Rachel, and Sarah.

“Okay, so what are you most excited for, like, to be married?” Sarah asks. You were all sitting on a floor of blankets and pillows.

“To be able to call him my husband. Like he’s been my partner in life for almost three years now, but once it’s legal, no one can dispute it.”

“How soon after you get married do you think you’ll start trying for a baby?” Rachel asks. It was the question a lot of people had been asking you.

“Literally, the honeymoon.” You chuckle. “I swear he’s been counting down the days to not have to use condoms anymore.” You roll your eyes. “He acts like he still hasn’t stuck it in without one. I know it’s not as often, but still.”

“You know how guys are.” Sarah says. “They wanna feel every bit of it. You must be excited for the honeymoon though. Disney plus going to a little beach house?”

“I’m beyond ready!” You squeal. “I haven’t been to Disney World since I was like four.”

“We went on a family trip when I was in high school.” Rachel says. “It was so much fun. The food is like the best part, I swear. And the dole whips??? Holy shit.”

“I know! Harry and I have been watching a ton of videos on YouTube to prepare. We’re staying at the Port Orleans resort, we had seen that less kids stay there so it’s a little quieter. We watched a video of someone walking through the resort, it was so cool. We get to choose our fast passes soon, and all of our dinners have been reserved. It’s really cool.”

“Are you getting those bracelets?” Sarah asks.

“The arm band things? Yeah, they’re gonna come in the mail soon I think. Harry got a pink one, and mine’s blue.” You giggle.

“What do you think the beach house portion of your honeymoon is going to be like?” Rach asks.

“I have a feeling we won’t be leaving the bedroom much there. I truly think his main goal is to get me pregnant.”

“And he won’t try to do that in Disney?” Sarah asks.

“He might…think of Disney as like foreplay. It’s going to be really romantic and fun while we’re there, but he’s really going to give it to me at the beach house.”

“Do you think you guys like won’t have sex before the wedding just to build it up?”

“We may not have a choice. I was looking at my period tracker, and I’m supposed to get it like legit a week before the wedding. I know he doesn’t care, but I do. Besides, he mum and sister are going to be staying with us, so that’s a cockblock right there. We’re going to be busy running around getting last minute things together. We won’t have time for it.”

“That’s the biggest load of garbage I’ve ever heard of!” Sarah laughs. “The two of you have been like rabbits since you met. Niall and I have sex like once a week, maybe even every ten days. I feel like you and Harry fuck every night.”

“We do not! Maybe like twice a week.”

“If you’re not fucking you’re doing something else.”

“Is that a bad thing? Why do you and Niall only do it once a week?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Just sort of how things fell into place. I’m not complaining, that’s plenty of sex for me. Although, if it were up to him we’d probably do it every night. I’m just not always in the mood, you know?”

“Me either.” Rachel says. “Like, sometimes when I go to bed, that’s all I wanna do. I’m not looking for any funny business.”

“I think that just happens when you live with someone for a while.” You say. “Before Harry and I lived together-“

“Don’t even start. You two were living together before you were even living together.” Sarah giggles.

“All I was going to say was that when you don’t live with someone you probably can’t wait to jump their bones because you haven’t seen them in a while. Once you do live with someone and the option’s always there it probably gets less exciting. I love having sex with Harry, but I’m not always in the mood, and neither is he. We’re both happy to just cuddle.”

“Yeah, but you two are one of those touchy couples that likes cuddling all the time. Sometimes if I’m on the couch just chilling, like, I may not even want to be touched.” Sarah explains.

“I think we can all just agree that we are all in very different relationships and that’s okay.” Rachel says. “We’re all happy, right?” You and Sarah agree. “Alright then.” She shrugs. “Nothing more to it than that. I’m glad you ended up with a guy that likes to kiss and touch you in public, Y/N. Everyone around you can feel the love.”

“Y/N…I don’t wanna be a Debbie Downer, but remember how much trouble Kate had when she thought her and Kev were gonna get pregnant right away?” Saray says.

“I know…” You sigh. “I’ve thought about that. I mean, it could easily not happen on our honeymoon, and I think that’s okay. If anything, it’ll just be the start of things, you know? It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen.”

While you were having a peaceful weekend away with your friends, Harry had taken a little road trip to Mohegan Sun to do some gambling with Niall and Louis, yes, Louis flew in for the bachelor party. Harry had other friends he knew would have fun, but he also just wanted to do something sort of small with his friends.

The three of them enjoyed the bit of gambling they got to do, and the outrageous amount of alcohol they got to consume. Harry hadn’t drank much since you started your pills those couple of years ago, so he took full advantage of not having to worry about you.

The three went to some nightclub in the area to cut loose a bit. Harry usually didn’t like dancing like this if you weren’t there, but he was so beyond gone he didn’t really care. He was having a good time with his friends.

A group of girls had noticed them and kept coming closer and closer until they finally bumped into them.

“Do you guys wanna dance?” One of them says.

“Married.” Niall points to Louis. “Engaged.” He points to Harry. “In a fully committed relationship.” He points to himself.

“Sorry ladies, this is actually his bachelor party.” Louis tells the girls who were all frowning.

“S’not like he’s wearing a ring yet, right?” One of the girls says a little too cheekily for Harry’s liking.

“Right.” He scoffs. “As if I’d cheat on my fiancé with any of you.” He looks them all up and down. “Find some other idiots to pester, we’re here to have fun.”

He walks away from the group and goes towards the bar to grab some water. Louis and Niall follow him.

“Yeh could’ve sad that a bit nicer mate, they’re probably just drunk.” Louis says to him.

“I don’t care. I’m twenty-eight years old, do these girls think it would be so fucking easy to get into my pants?” He rolls his eyes. “M’too old for that shit.”

“What did you think was gonna happen when you wanted to come to a club?” Niall laughs. “We’re pretty good lookin’, in case yeh forgot.” He jokes.

“M’just sayin’, it’s annoying.” He sighs. “Do you think they’re all havin’ fun on their trip? Maybe I should call her, make sure they’re alright all alone.” Harry takes his phone out of his pocket, but Louis snatches it.

“She wouldn’t even be able to hear you in here, I’m sure they’re fine.”

“But I miss her.” He pouts. “Give me my phone!”

“You’re supposed to miss her.” Louis laughs. “You’ll see her tomorrow night.”

“Don’t care, gimme my phone.” He snatches it back and walks towards the men’s room where he knew it would be quiet. The boys follow him. He taps his phone to FaceTime you.

“What the…Harry’s FaceTiming me.” You show the girls.

“Answer it! It’s super late, I bet he’s drunk.” Rachel giggles.

You shrug and answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey! There’s my pretty girl.” He beams. There’s a slight slur to his words. You can faintly see Niall and Louis in the background.

“Are you in a bathroom?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“So it wouldn’t be too loud to talk to yeh.”

“Where are you?”

“At some club near the casino. Some girls tried to pick us up, but don’t worry baby, we got rid of ‘em. I wouldn’t let anything happen.” You look at your friends who were trying really hard not to laugh.

“Just play along.” Sarah whispers. You look back at Harry.

“Oh good, I didn’t think you would, Harry.”

“I mean really, the nerve.” He scoffs. “You know what she said to me?”

“What did she say?”

“She said it’s not like I’ve got a ring on yet. Can you believe tha’?”

“Harry, I think your friends are waiting for you.” He looks behind himself and sees Niall and Louis about ready to drag him out of the bathroom.

“But I miss you…”

“I miss you too, but you’ll see me tomorrow night. It’s only been a couple of days.”

“I know, but I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“That’s fuckin’ lie and you know it!” Louis says. “If you don’t hang up that phone, I’m gonna tell your little fiancé about whose bed you’ve been sleepin’ in.”

The girls start laughing, and so do you.

“Seems like you already did.” Harry punches Louis in the arm.

“He’s right Harry, go enjoy the rest of your night.”

“I’d rather enjoy your tight cu-“

“Harry!” You blush. “Please…Niall, take his phone from him!”

“Can do!”

You hear rumbling and then the screen goes dark.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” You pinch your nose.

“No, it was cute.” Rachel assures you. “It’s sweet he misses you.”

“He’s certainly your first baby, that’s no mistake of that.” Sarah laughs.

“Between him and Buster, I’m gonna be a pro by the time I have an actual baby.”

Having Anne and Gemma in your home was less stressful than you thought it would be. They could watch Buster if you needed to run out and take care of something quickly. The wedding was only a few days away now, and you’d be going down early for the rehearsal dinner.

“So what’s the plan exactly, are you and Harry having separate rooms the night before the wedding, or did you say nuts to that?” Gemma asks you one morning.

“We have separate rooms, and then we have the honeymoon suite the night of. It’s really nice. We got to tour it when we first went to the inn. I have a room with the girls, and I’m pretty sure Harry is staying with Niall.”

“That’s sweet of you all to do that. He’s very excited.” She blinks away a few tears. “I can’t believe my little brother is going to be someone’s husband, it’s wild to think about. You sure you’re okay with havin’ another sister?”

“Aw, Gem.” You give her a little hug. “Lily, my brother’s wife, is the best sister in law, and I get along way better with her than I do my actual sisters. I’m very much looking forward to having another sister in law.”

“Good, it’ll be nice for me to have one too. I cannot wait to see your reaction to all of our suits when you walk down the aisle.”

“You’re wearing one too?”

“Mhm, I wanted to look the part. I’m pretty sure all the girls in Harry’s party opted for the suits, they were too pretty. Not that your bridesmaids dresses aren’t pretty. It was nice to have the option.”

“Suits are way more comfortable anyways.” You shrug. “I’m not offended in the slightest.”

Later that afternoon you make sure everything’s all packed up so you can head down to the inn. Harry drives your car with you, and gives the keys to his own car to Anne and Gemma. He wanted to just have time in the car with you and Buster before you’d be separated for the night.

“Tomorrow at 3PM, can you believe it?” He says to you as he grips your hand a little tighter.

“Was it worth the wait, baby?”

“Do you mean the nearly two years of planning the damn thing, or my entire life? Because either way, yeah, it was worth it.” He gives your knuckles a kiss. “What about you?”

“Same goes for me, either way, worth it.”

“You’re like calmest bride I’ve ever seen.”

“Harry, we’ve had so much of this planned, everything’s in place. Now all we have to do is get through this rehearsal, and the dinner. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. I’m getting mani/pedi’s at the spa with all the girls, then we’re going to have our makeup and hair done. It’s all going to be great.” You look down at his nails peach colored nails. “I see you got yours done this morning.”

“Mhm, and don’t let the color fool you, it may not even match the suit.”

“I didn’t think it would.” You laugh. “It looks nice though. I love when you do the peach color.”

“I know you do.” He grins. “So, how do you think tonight’s gonna go?”

“I feel like I’m already going to tear up watching your mom walk you up to the gazeebo.”

“You better not cry already because then I’ll start crying, and you know how that goes.” You both laugh. “You know you still haven’t told me if you plan to take my name or not. The DJ’s going to announce us Mr. and Mrs. Styles…”

“I don’t know what I wanna do yet. I have time to decide, it’s just a matter of going to town hall to legally change my name. The process is just annoying. I’ll need a new passport, social security card, and then I’ll have to fight with IT at work to get my email, changed… guess in the grand scheme it’s not a big deal.” You sigh. “I also feel like I’m giving up part of my identity…I suppose I could hyphenate, but I’d still have to change everything.” You look at him for a moment. “Would it bother you a lot if I legally didn’t change it? I don’t mind people referring to me as Mrs. Styles, I won’t correct them…”

“I get where you’re comin’ from. I suppose if the shoe was on the other foot I wouldn’t wanna go through all the trouble either.”

“It’s not really anything personal either, I love your name.”

“I understand the identity thing too. It’s a lot to ask of someone. A lot of people don’t change their name nowadays. I guess I was just wondering out of curiosity.”

“Who knows, I may wake up one day be like yeah I wanna change my name.” You shrug. “Our kids will have your name.” You smile.

“God, I can’t wait to start makin’ babies with you.” His hand leans yours and slides over your stomach. “Just wait until I get in there, you’re not gonna know what hit you.”

“Harry, Jesus.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I think I’m just excited we won’t be using condoms for a while.” He chuckles and moves his hand to your thigh. “You’re sure you feel ready for all that?”

“Yeah, definitely. Three years ago I wasn’t ready, but I’m almost twenty-seven, I’m ready. I want everything with you, babe.”

Harry was reluctant to leave you at your room with the girls when you got to the inn, but Louis and Niall were able to pry him away. Around 5PM everyone involved in the rehearsal showed up outside. It was odd practicing the very thing you’d be doing for real the next day. Your cantor stood next to Niall and went over what blessings he’d be reciting, and you tell him you’ll be the one stepping on the glass.

Once it’s all done, you all go inside to the restaurant of the inn to eat a nice dinner. Harry’s friends and yours were getting to know each other, which was really nice to see. Your parents were sitting at different tables so things seemed stable at the moment.

Both of your parents make a small toast, as does Anne. Once the dinner is over you realize you and Harry won’t be seeing each other again until tomorrow afternoon. He pulls you aside briefly while people are still mingling.

“Hey.” He says, cupping your cheeks.

“Hi.” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“I feel like a baby for sayin’ this, but I’m gonna miss you tonight.”

“Don’t feel that way, I’m gonna miss you too. Think of how nice it’ll be when we finally see each other tomorrow, though.”

“I know, I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle in your pretty dress.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I think I’m gonna grab some drinks with the guys tonight. Is that alright?”

“Of course! You didn’t get to do the bachelor party stuff with all of them, please, go. Just invite my brother, dad, and brother in law, please.”

“I can do tha’.”

“And don’t FaceTime me when you get too drunk. I don’t need my family hearing you become vulgar with me.” You giggle.

“Oi, I resent that.”

“Y/N!” Sarah calls for you. “It’s time, girly. Say goodnight.” She smiles. You turn to look at Harry again and give him a good kiss.

“Time for what?”

“Oh, I know you didn’t think you’d be the only one having fun tonight. We’re having a party in our room for all the girls. Have fun with the guys.” You kiss him again before walking away.

A few hours later, and Harry was ready to call you, or text you, or something. He wasn’t even that drunk, he just hated the thought of sleeping by himself. Even though he was sharing a room with Niall, he’d still be left to snuggle alone. Buster was staying in your room with you. Louis had made sure to take Harry’s phone the second they got to the bar because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.

“I just wanna text her.”

“Why?” Louis crosses his arms.

“I wanna see if it’s okay to come give her a goodnight kiss when we get back.”

“What if she’s asleep?”

“She’s havin’ a party of her own.” Harry gets frustrated and tries to find someone that’ll help.

He knew Niall wouldn’t be helpful in the same way Louis wasn’t. He finds Seth with Isaac.

“Bingo.” He says to himself and darts over to them. “Seth, can I borrow your phone. Lou won’t give me mine, and it’s an emergency.”

“Um.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Niall says. “He’s trying to call Y/N.”

“Harry, you can’t go one night without talking to her?” Isaac asks, half laughing.

“I think it’s sweet.” Seth says, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call her.” He grins. He finds your contact and taps to call you.

“Give me the phone.”

“Nope, I’ll talk to her…hey Y/N!”

“Hi! Is everything, shhh everyone I’m on the phone, sorry.” You giggle. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh sure, everything’s fine. Harry just had a question.”

“Okay…what is it?” Seth presses the phone to his chest.

“What’s your question?”

“Ask her if I can come give her a goodnight kiss later.” Seth makes a face like he’s about to cry because of how sweet Harry was.

“He wants to know if he can give you a goodnight kiss when we get back.” Seth hears you chatting with everyone in the room.

“I’ll allow it. Just have someone text me when you guys are on your way.”

“Can do.” He hangs up the phone. “You’ve been granted your kiss.”

“I don’t understand why I couldn’t have just asked her.” He rolls his eyes.

“Because yeh would’ve spent the rest of the night babblin’ on.” Niall says. “Now, can we go back to drinkin’?”

Around 11:30PM, everyone decided it would be best not to stay out late, so the guys head back to the inn. It was just you, Rachel, and Sarah in your room now. There was a knock on the door and you all giggle. You tie up your robe, and look through the peep hole to see Harry, Niall, and Louis in the hall. You open the door and slip out.

“If you two wanna wait inside while we say goodnight…” You gesture to the door, Niall and Louis moving to go inside. “You know you can just snuggle with Louis tonight if you miss me.” You laugh.

“No, he’s got a room with his own wife and child, remember?” He scoffs.

“So snuggle with Niall.”

“But I wanna snuggle with you, you’re so cute.” He grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers.

“You can snuggle me all you want tomorrow night.” You whisper.

“I’ll be doin’ a lot more than that.” He grins.

“You came here for a kiss, so let’s kiss.”

He leans down, and you can’t but smile as his nose brushes yours. His lips meet yours and you taste the beer he was surely drinking. His tongue peeks out to swipe across your bottom lip. You open up for him slightly. As he licks into you he pushes you up against the wall next to the door.

“Oop, we better get out there before he carries her off to our room.” Niall kisses Sarah quick before Louis opens the door. The second his does you push Harry off of you. “Alright, enough of that. You got your kiss.”

“You two are kill joys. Why’s it so wrong to be in love?”

“It’s not, mate.” Louis chuckles. “But it’s time to go to sleep. You two have the rest of your lives to love on each other.”

“Night, baby.” Harry pouts.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You wave them off and go back into the room.

“Nice kiss?” Rachel asks.

“A very nice kiss.” You smile and get back on the bed with Buster. “I’m gonna be his wife tomorrow, I can’t believe I got this lucky.” You all giggle and squeal.

Somehow you and Harry were both able to get a goodnight’s sleep. You eat a quick breakfast and head down to the spa to meet everyone to get your nails done. Eleanor has a funny look on her face when she comes over to you.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh sure.” She chuckles. She adjusts Eliza May on her hip. “My hubby just got a booty call around 2AM last night.”

“You’re kidding!” You gasp.

“Seems as though his ass was the next best option to yours.” She sits down in the pedicure chair next to yours and cradles her little girl. “Lou’s thirty years old, I swear to god they act like teenagers around each other all the time.”

“It’s sweet though.”

“It is. I suppose it’s nice to see them breaking down toxic masculinity from the inside out.” She laughs.

“Harry’s a very cuddly sleeper, I should have let Buster go with him last night, but we were afraid he’d cry for me.”

“Like father like son.” She jokes. “Where’s the little guy now?”

“My brother picked him up the morning, he’s to stay with them for now.”

“Miss, what color for your toes?”

“Peach, pastel peach, please.”

Once your nails are done you all make your way over to the bridal suite. You were getting anxious. You wished you could just call Harry, even to hear his voice.

“I just need to pee before we get into the hair and makeup.” You say and go into the bathroom. You lock the door and turn the fan on. You call him. He answers on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, honey.”

“Y’alright?”

“Mhm, just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re cute.”

“Can’t wait to see you in a little while.”

“Me too, I miss you. Missed yeh last night.”

“I heard you found a replacement.”

“I couldn’t help it. It was either that or break into your room.”

“You definitely did the right thing.” You giggle. “How’s everything on your end?”

“Pretty chill so far. My sister’s gettin’ her hair together, so is my mum. Think your dad’s more nervous than I am.” He chuckles. “Must be weird givin’ his youngest away.”

“But at least he knows I’ll be in good hands.”

“Oh, at the least.” You both laugh. “Uh, actually, she called me, so fuck off. Sorry, Mitch is givin’ me a tough time. Did you know what I’m clingy?”

“You?!” You fake gasp. “This is the first I’m hearing of it.” You both laugh. “I better go, they probably think I have like diarrhea or something.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Sorry.” You laugh. “But seriously, I better go. I love you, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too.”

You hang up and go back out to everyone. You sit down in the chair so your mom can start doing your hair.

“Alright, so we’re pulling some of it up, and leaving the rest down, and you want to have bouncy kind of waves on the bottom?”

“Mhm. And remember to leave some pieces out on the top and make them look wavy, like how we practiced.”

“You got it.”

Once your hair was done, Rachel started doing your makeup. You made sure just to wear a zip up sweatshirt so you wouldn’t have to worry about lifting anything over your head when it came time to put your dress on.

You had picked out this beautiful grey for the bridesmaids dresses, and you told the girls as long as it was that color they could pick out whatever dress was most comfortable for them.

“You ready to put your dress on?” Erica asks.

“Yeah, um, Rachel and Sarah were going to help me get into it I think.” You didn’t want to risk your family seeing your nipple piercings.

Nannie comes over with the dress bag, and she unzips it to show you something.

“I had a slight alteration made, I hope you don’t mind.” Inside the dress, where your right breast would sit, was a blue t-shirt material sewed into the shape of a heart. “It was one of Papa’s shirts. I did the same thing for Erica. Now a piece of him will be with you all day.”

“Oh, Nannie.” You hug her and try to cry since your makeup was just done. “Thank you.”

Rachel and Sarah go into the bathroom with you to get you into your dress.

“You both look so pretty.” You say to them. “Great choices.”

“Your sisters looks nice too, and I love the one Eleanor picked out for herself.” Sarah says.

“It’s nice that everyone listened to me for a change.” You laugh.

“Alright, step into it.” Rachel says.

You step into the dress and put your arms through holes. The girls help button up the back. Rachel grabs your veil and puts it on you. They both step back to look at you.

“Holy shit.” Rachel says. “You’re a bride.”

“You look so beautiful, Harry’s going to lose his mind.”

“Really?” You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror. “Oh my god.” You whisper. “This really was the perfect dress, huh?” You giggle with them and leave the bathroom.

Everyone tells you how beautiful you look. Next up was for you to take all of the bridal photos. You wanted to get a good chunk of this done before the weddings so that the pictures afterwards wouldn’t take too long. Harry and the groomsmen should have already taken their pictures together, and he should have pictures with his mum and sister.

It was a beautiful day out, thank God. Mariah gasped when she saw all of you walk out. Rachel blew her a little kiss. You had a small bouquet of sunflowers and baby’s breath in your hands. She snapped a ton of pictures of you, the wedding party, you with your sisters, you with your mom, and you with Nannie, basically every combination of photo. It took over an hour.

“Okay, now we just need to go back in and wait.” You tell them. You take a deep breath as you walk back to the bridal suite. You just wanted to see Harry.

Guests were starting to arrive. Family, friends, you name it. Harry had invited a ton of his past clients that he was close with. Some of the ladies from work came as well. You were all waiting in a hall way. Niall was first to go out, and he wanted to see you beforehand.

“Hey.” You beam at him.

“Oh my god, you look stunning.”

“So do you.” You look his suit up and down. It was a solid baby blue. He had a floral pocket square. “It’s simple, I like it.”

“Just you wait until you see everyone else’s. We did something really cool.” He winks at you and makes his way down the aisle to the gazeebo.

He stands with your cantor just as they did during the rehearsal. Music starts to play. You smile at your brother who is about to walk your Nannie and mother down the aisle. You see all of the groomsmen walking towards you, lead my Louis, to line up with your bridesmaids. They each had a solid colored suit on, but each color was different. You were thoroughly confused, but you loved the concept. You wondered if each color was inside the suit Harry would be wearing.

“You all look wonderful.” You whisper as they line up. You look up at your dad and smile. “Almost our turn.”

Louis and Rachel walk out first, hooking their arms together. Then was Gemma and Sarah, Isaac and Eleanor, Mitch and Erica, and Sarah and Bridget. It all worked out perfectly. As they were making their way down, you see Lily walking up with Michael.

“He’s very excited.” She had Buster’s leash in her other hand. “I’m honored that I get to walk the dog.” She giggles.

“Thanks for doing it. Michael, you’re going to be the best flower boy ever.”

While all of this is happening, Anne walks up to the gazeebo with Harry. They hug and kiss before she goes to sit down. His suit was gorgeous. It was an interesting floral pattern, and it did have all of the colors each groomsmen was wearing. Lily walks Buster down the aisle as Michael walks down putting out flower petals. It was really very cute. Harry bends down and takes the rings from Buster’s collar, and hands them to Niall. He takes a deep breath. He knew Mariah and all of her helpers were getting great pictures, and every moment the two of you wanted would be captured. He looks over to where you’d be coming out next.

“Ready, honey?” Your dad says to you as he hooks his arm around yours.

“Mhm.” You smile.

The music changes, and everyone stands up to watch for you. Your eyes widen the second they fall on Harry. He looked incredible, beyond incredible. You were happy he kept his suit a secret. It was so very him. He immediately started crying when he saw you. He thought you were the most beautiful, breathtaking thing in the world. You both smile and laugh as your dad continues to walk you down the aisle. Harry steps forward to lift your veil, and you both beam at each other. He looks at your dad and then to you. You give your dad a hug before he goes to sit down, and you take Harry’s hand as you step towards the gazeebo. Niall wipes a few tears away himself before beginning.

“You both good?” He asks, making the two of you laugh. He hands Harry a tissue.

“She looks good, doesn’t she?” Harry jokes.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re both a work of art, okay? Let’s get this started.” You both laugh again. Neither of you knew what Niall was going to say, but it still had to wait. “Cantor?”

Your cantor says the few prayers you wanted him to. You and harry were facing each other, holding hands. You had told him what the prayers meant and why they were important to you. Once your cantor was done, it was Niall’s turn to speak.

“Love is a really weird thing. I honestly wasn’t sure what it was until I saw these two progress together. There are good times and bad, but the good always outweighs it. I’m not sure what it was, but I saw two people who I was very close with, living these separate lives, when I just had this feeling that they should be together. So, you two are more than welcome.” You hear people laughing. “Every relationship is different, and I think that’s the beautiful thing about love. It’s growing with some, and just becoming comfortable with how your lives are molding together. You two were pretty comfortable with that early on, how soon was it when you moved in? Four, five months?” You swat an arm at him. “None of us even thought to question you on it. There’s a gravitational pull between the two of you, there’s no denying that. Y/N, when Harry told me he was bringing you to meet his mum and sister that first Christmas you two were together, I knew he was going to marry you. I saw it all very early on. We went on a camping trip and he confessed to us that you were his soulmate.” You look at Harry. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to smack Niall or not, but he looked at you and nodded. “Basically, no one was going to get in his way on this. I had never heard my brutish friend speak so highly of a lady in his life before. And you. You had a new light in your life again. You came back into yourself. Needless to say, you make each other whole.” He clears his throat. “Now then, they happy couple would like to exchange their own vows before we get on with the rings.”

“Y/N.” Harry says after taking a deep breath. “In my wildest dreams I never thought I’d be standing here, marrying someone like you. From the very beginning I knew this was destined to be forever. There’s just no way I’d ever be able to let you go. I promise you that going forward, I’m never letting you go. I want every day with you, even if every day isn’t perfect.” His hands were shaking in yours. “I’ll be your partner no matter what. I know we can get through anything as long as we’re getting through it together. You’re my everything, always.”

“Harry.” Your voice nearly cracks and then you giggle. “When we met, I didn’t realize how much work I really needed to do on myself. You were so patient and understanding with so many things. I’ll forever be grateful for that. You allowed me to have that room to grow, and not everyone gets that kind of patience. I always want to give that to you in return. I feel like I’ve been able to become who I’m supposed to be because of you. I promise to always be your partner no matter what. Through the good and bad, through thick and thin, you’re my everything, always.”

“Alright, I’ve got these rings here.” Niall hands you each one. You slide them on each other’s fingers. “M’not even gonna ask if there’s anyone here that doesn’t think these two should be wed because you’re crazy if yeh don’t.” You both laugh. “By the power vested in me, and the state of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

You step on the glass under the small cloth just as Harry grips your waist to pull you in for a kiss. It felt so good to have his lips on yours again, even if it was brief. Everyone was cheering for you. You walk back down the aisle together, and the wedding party follows. Harry gets his lips on yours again the second you’re away from the crowd. You were down at the private area where more photos could be taken.

“You’re my wife!”

“You’re my husband!”

“Technically you both got married when you signed the marriage license last night.” Niall says.

“Shut up.” You hug him. “What you said was so beautiful, thank you.”

Mariah takes every picture possible. A ton of you and Harry, more of the wedding party, family photos, literally, every picture possible. Once all of that is done you and Harry go inside to wait for the receiving line to begin. You both knew you’d be jumping around to different tables, but you also wanted to enjoy your reception. The receiving line was an easy way to make sure you actually say everyone. It takes a little while to get through everyone, but you were happy you did it.

The DJ starts announcing the wedding party. You hold Harry’s hand when it’s your turn.

“And now, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Styles!”

You both come in and everyone cheers for you. Your song starts to play, You Make Me So Very Happy, and you dance with Harry. You were so impressed with him. The two of you had gone to get dance lessons together to make sure everything looked nice. He was the one that suggested it. He twirls you around a few times, and the two of you just have fun during your dance. Next up was Harry’s dance with Anne. You beamed as you watched them together. Her eyes were glossy, and she was radiating pride. You danced with your dad next. It was a really nice moment for the two of you.

Once all of that was out of the way, you and Harry were able to sit at your lone table to enjoy some salad for your first course. You had decided to have a plated meal instead of the buffet. It cost a little extra, but you thought it was worth it, and Harry wasn’t going to fight you on it. His business was booming and you had gotten another small pay bump, so you put it to good use. You guzzle down some water, you were so thirsty. Dancing was sweaty work. You also knew this would be the time where some of the speeches would start. Glasses started clinking as Louis stood up to give his speech.

“Right, so, Niall got to do all the sappy stuff before, thanks for gettin’ that out of the way, mate.” Harry sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. His grin forming. Louis loved when he had a microphone to speak into. Harry had given a really good speech at Louis’ wedding, so he had been waiting for this moment. “Harry’s been my mate and brother for what? Like, ten years? Has it been that long? We’re gettin’ old, lad.” Everyone in the room laughs. “Now, I’ve seen Harry through some ups and some downs. I’ve seen him at his worst and I’ve seen him at his best. I’ve seen him take his shirt off his back for someone, and I’ve also seen him absolutely pissed with his head in the toilet. He was there for me when both of my kids were born, hell, he held Eleanor’s other hand when Eliza May was born. I had to grow up pretty fast, and as much I loved Harry, I was sort of wonderin’ when he was gonna grow up, find a nice girl of his own. I met the lovely Y/N at a Halloween party. These two came in dressed like Charlie Brown and Snoopy. Not only was this girl extremely polite, but she could throw a drink back.” Everyone laughs as your face flushes. “Needless to say, I could tell right off the bat that Harry was smitten. I was shocked when he told me he had a girlfriend, and I was even more shocked a month or so later when he told me he was in love. He’d send me pictures of the two of you all the time and tell me about these little things that you’d do. He really did think you were cute, I have the receipts to prove it. When you’re close with someone, all you want is for them to be truly happy. You make Harry happy, and that’s all I could ask. I wish the two of you a wonderful, long life together.” He raises his glass as does everyone else. Harry gives your hand a squeeze.

“That was pretty good.” He says to you.

“Mhm.” You smile. Rachel clinks her glass next and stands up.

“Sarah and I wrote this together, just so everyone knows.” The room laughs. “Y/N, we were eighteen when we met. Yikes, we’re getting old too. Even though we were friends, I didn’t really get to know you until we spent that semester in California together. That was when I realized how special you were. Sorry it took me a year and half.” You both smile at each other. “Like any other girl in college, Y/N went through some wild phases, but she always kept her priorities straight. Sometimes it was hard to related to her since Sarah and I were both becoming teachers and she was going into the world of business and marketing. If there was something she wanted, she got it. There were a few weeks Sarah and I hadn’t seen Y/N so we called her up and told her it was time to have a girl’s night, so we did. That was when we found out she was sort of seeing someone. This guy, Harry.” You can’t help but giggle. “So, this guy Harry FaceTimes her, not even calls or texts, he makes the boldest move of FaceTiming her while we’re out, and she convinces him and his friend Niall to come out and join us. We weren’t able to get to know Harry that well right away, but we could tell something special was there. It took me some time to warm up to Harry. Believe it or not, it’s not always love at first sight with him. We had a really nice heart to heart. I’ll never forget that. Our friend group merged into one, and I truly feel like I could lean on Harry for anything. You’re one of my best friends now too. There’s no one else I’d want to see Y/N with.” She raises her glass and everyone follows.

“I’d like to just say something.” Harry says. “Thank you all so much for coming and supporting us. I love this woman with my whole heart and it was great to be able to stand up and say all of that in front of you all today. Dinner’s about to be served, so we hope you all have fun celebrating with us tonight.”

Everyone clinks their glasses, which is the signal that they want you two to kiss, and you do so. Dinner was delicious, just like how you knew it would be. People were going back and forth to bar and mingling.

“Are you done, babe?” Harry asks.

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Now might be a good time to make some of the rounds before we do the cake and all that. I know once you hear a song you like you’ll be on the dancefloor all night.”

“You’re right.”

You both start making your way around the different tables to say hi to folks a little longer. One of the serves comes out with your cake. You two delicately serve it to each other. Now was not the time to make a mess. You kiss each other and you both smile at the lemony taste. Everyone loved the assorted cupcakes as well.

The music started to pick up and more people started gathering on the dancefloor. You got right out there with your friends and family. You and Harry had worked closely with the DJ to craft the perfect playlist. You take turns dancing with Louis and Niall, while Harry dances with Mariah, then Sarah, then Rachel. He dances with his other friend Sarah and Gemma, and even makes the rounds to both of your sisters. You have a nice dance with your brother as well. Eventually you two come back to each other for a much needed slow song. You had just finished the Cha Cha Slide and you were pooped.

“Having fun?” He smirks.

“Tons, you?”

“Loads.” He leans in to kiss you quick. “You really do make a beautiful bride. I hope you know this won’t be the only time you’ll be wearin’ this dress. I’ll probably ask you to wear it a ton.” He pulls you a little closer.

“Same could be said for this suit. It’s gorgeous, and I love how you had everyone wear a different color that falls in it.”

“Thanks, I thought it would be different and fun. Noticed you got your nails painted the same color as mine.”

“I couldn’t help it, I wanted to match. It was like you were there to hold my hand while you physically couldn’t be with me, you know?”

“God.” He presses his forehead to yours. “When can we go to our room?”

“Harry.” You swat an arm at his shoulder. “We have like three more hours, easily, until we can do that.”

He groans just as a faster song starts to play. You gasp and run over to your friends. It was Yeah by Usher, you were long gone. It was a really fun night. People slowly started to filter out. The girls said they would bring all the cards and gifts people brought up to the room you slept in last night. Your friends had helped out to get everything into the honeymoon suite that you’d need. Buster would be sleeping with Niall and Sarah tonight. You were so grateful.

“It was perfect.” Harry says as he walks hand in hand with you to the suite.

“Mhm.” You cling to his arm.

“Oh wait.” He hoists you up so he’s carrying you bridal style. “Okay, stick the key in.” You giggle and does as he says. He gets the door open and carries you in. “Okay, now, I think this means we’re officially married.” He jokes.

“I don’t think that happens until we consummate.” You yawn as he sets you down on the bed.

“You tired?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Mhm.”

“I think after some sleep it’ll be better.”

“Agreed. Let me help you with all those buttons and what not.”

You stand up as he unbuttons the back of your dress. You catch the top so it doesn’t fall to the floor. You gracefully step out of it and hang it back up.

“These are cute.” He says, pinching your bum which was covered with white lace.

“Thanks.” You giggle, and go into the bathroom to take all of your makeup off.

Harry gets out of his suit and uses the toilet after you. You both crawl into the comfy bed and settle in together. You rest your head on his chest, and the both of you just feel at peace.

“Missed yeh so much last night, baby.” He squeezes you.

“I missed you too. M’glad we’re together now.”

“Me too.” He kisses the top of your head and yawns.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to drift off. However, you woke up around 4AM feeling very well rested. You had both gone to bed completely naked. You roll over to see Harry on his back, fast asleep. His lips parted and light snores coming out. You shift under the blankets and reach for his dick. This was something he had given permission for you to do. You could wake him up like this any time you wanted. You stroke him and you feel him start to get hard in your hand. His eyes flutter open and he looks over at you.

“So early.” He says with that thick morning voice you loved so much.

“I know, I just really wanna fuck my husband, would that be alright?” You tug at him a little harder.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Yes.”

He reaches for your hips and he pulls you on top of him. You grind down on him and his head rolls back.

“Jesus, did you wake up wet like this?”

“I must’ve been thinking about this in my sleep.” You kiss on his neck gently. The two of you promised not to leave marks until you were on your honeymoon.

“I can’t wait to get my hand around your throat in just a couple of days. And then I’m suck little marks all over your body.”

“Harry, please.” You groan as you grind against him again.

“Do we need to use a condom?”

“I’d like to until we’re in Florida, is that okay?”

“Course. They’re in my bag.” He points to it and you get off him to go grab one. You rip the blankets away and tear the foil open. You roll it onto him for him. “Love it when you do that. Showin’ me who’s boss a little bit?” He smirks.

“As your wife I just know there are things I need to do to please my man, but sure.” You shrug. “I’ll be the boss.” You grin and straddle him.

You line his tip up with your center, and you slowly sink down on him. You both moan from the contact. It had been almost two weeks since you two had been intimate with everything going on and you had just gotten over your period two days ago. You both needed this.

“How are you still so tight after all this time?” He grunts as his fingers press bruises into your hips.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, you lean down and suck his bottom lip into your mouth. You grind up and down on him. He thrusts up into you, getting in nice and deep.

“Fuck, Harry.” You groan against his neck.

His hands slide around to your ass to move you faster on him. Your chest was rubbing against his, and you snake a hand between the two of you to rub your clit.

“Y/N.” He moans, his head rolling back into the pillow.

“I’m so fucking close, oh my god.”

You press your forehead further into his shoulder as he thrusts faster into you. You bite down on his collar bone, and you end up coming at the same time. You rest on him while you both catch your breaths. He cups your cheeks to pull your face back to his. He kisses you, pressing his lips hard to yours.

“Okay, now we’re really married.” You both giggle as you pull off him.

“I’ll let you take care of that.”

“Oh, so you can roll it on, but you can’t take it off?” He smirks as he sits up.

“Nope, that’s your mess, my doll.”

You both clean yourselves up and get back into bed. You had a couple more hours before you needed to be up, after all. Harry spoons you, and you both drift back off.

Later that morning everyone cheers when you and Harry come down for brunch. You can’t help but giggle, and Buster comes running towards the two of you.

“I feel so bad, he’s not gonna see us for like…two weeks.” You pout as you pet him.

“He’ll be in good hands.” You both sit down with your friends.

“Yeah, he’ll be with us for a few days, and then with Rachel and Mariah, and then with Seth and Isaac.” Niall says. “Lots of family time.”

“When do you two leave for Florida?” Eleanor asks.

“Tomorrow morning.” You smile. “Our flight’s at like eight. You can check in on your phone so you can get your room a little ahead of time. And we’re doing that thing where we’re letting them take our bags so they’ll be in the room for us by the end of the day. And we’re taking the bus to the resort. They have it down to a science.”

“I feel like that would be a really fun friend group trip some time.” Sarah says.

“Please, these two are gonna start poppin’ kids out the second they can, it’ll be years until we can do that.” Niall jokes.

“Louis and El have kids, we’ll probably be next, maybe that just means you all need to catch up.” You smirk.

“I have plenty of kids at school.” Sarah puts her hands up. “But maybe Rachel could be next.” She giggles.

“Plenty of kids in homes that need adoption.” Rachel says as she smiles at Mariah.

“So with you two on vacation does that mean you won’t be pestering me for photos right away?” Mariah laughs.

“You better send us some or you’re fired.” Harry jokes and the whole table laughs.

You look up at him and smile; you never felt luckier.

For reference: Here is what I imagine Y/N’s dress looking like:

And here’s photographer!Harry’s suit:

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luvdsc · 3 years

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hey there bub! i was going thru ur masterlist and i saw in the "about" section that u made eye contact with taemin OMG how did that go AAAAA u got to make eye contact with THE lee taemin? soo lucky :") i bet this happened prob awhile back but how was the superm concert? i'm sure it was amazing n so much fun AAAAA sadly they didn't go here in my city :( but i was able to see NCT dream live during their dream show tour and i tell you WHEW GOSH those boys are so ethereal??? like they look so good in vids and in pics but they're 1000000x better in person??? like pictures don't do their beauty justice?? gosh i could write a full on essay abt this. until now i still cant believe i got to see the dreamies live?? its feels so surreal like a dream, its crazy. i remember the lights dimming and 'dear dream' started playing in the background and i just lost it lol i was shaking and bawling my eyes out n the show hasn't even started yet djkfkjn i first noticed jisung n when i saw him the first thing that popped in my mind was: "he is SO tall and he's soso cute dear lord :")" and the way he dances, a frickin dance king?? he's rlly such a born performer. AND OHMYGOD JENO, the man is rlly WOW, ngl he kinda looks intimidating with his sharp features and smooth dance moves but his eye smiles make my heart mELT. i remember during the encore stage, the show was about to end and the boys were saying goodbye to us, jeno's face was showed on screen, he was tryna eat the confetti LMAO. renjun,, i will never shutup abt this but renjun is confirmed to be a FAIRY!! the prettiest boy :") #RENJUNFAIRYAGENDA he has such sharp yet delicate features and his aura is just so warm n comforting like he just captivates u n lures u in, and when he sings, like u can feel the emotion, hes so talented. all throughout the show, hyuck was just GLOWING (lives up to his name, fullsun uwu) . he's soso pretty n he's my bias so i literally was just in awe when i saw him, i was speechless :') he was rlly entertaining to watch n he was also so attentive to the crowd esp when he saw some ppl that got hurt, he kept telling us to move back a little. OMG HOW COULD I FORGET NANA, jaemin was soo sweet n charming and the way his eyes lit up whenever he looks at the crowd gosh my heart was abt to burst he rlly adores czennies :") jskfvkds hes also super tall lmao hyuck was tryna lift his shirt up tho and of course chenle, ngl but all throughout the concert, my eyes just keep coming back to chenle. out of all the dreamies, he caught my eye the most. like,, THE POWER THIS MAN HOLDS IS CRAZY?? THIS MAN DIDNOT COME TO PLAY!! his stage presence is crazyy ohgod esp during 119 performance, and he looks like a prince in real life. he also played the piano and i remember everyone was just in awe as he played like the whole crowd had heart eyes for him. it was such a fun n amazing experience, the boys were so amazing n talented, they rlly know how to put on such a great show. they work tirelessly n they're so good, like their voices and dance moves, srsly amazing :") ++ it so memorable cus it was my first kpop concert hehe. buying tickets were such a pain in the ass ngl it was so stressful but SO worth it 🥺 i knew jisung was tall but i didnt know he was THAT tall, idk if im just small but they all rlly look so tall JKDFSDJVFF sadly mark wasnt there :( sorry if i made this long, i just got excited and i thought it'd be nice to share my concert experience w/ u as well hehe 😅 i hope you're doing great bub!! <3

- 🐼 anon

omg hi yes, i was lucky enough to score tickets to see superm last year, and i was right up against the main stage railing !!! 🤩 so ten made eye contact and smiled at me, baekhyun also made eye contact and smiled and waved at me (he’s my exo bias and i was like the heart clutching meme when he did that), i yelled “you’re doing great sweetie” when taeyong took a pause during commentary time and he said thank you 🤧, and god taem looked at me for a good 20 seconds smiling at me and i couldn’t handle it and had to blink and look away and he laughed at me 😔 akslhflakshdfla but oh my god, lucas is so goddamn attractive irl it’s insane, and ten is sooo so pretty like i didn’t even pay attention to what they were saying during the commentary time sometimes i was just staring at ten who was in front of me and i was the starry eyed emoji (baek and ten were right in front of me, lucas was next to them), and pictures don’t do taeyong justice at all like that man is absolutely ethereal ✨✨ also!!!!! seeing ten perform his solos, hearing taeyong and mark rap irl and of course BASS GO BOOM BY LUCAS BECAME MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE WHEN ARE THEY RELEASING THAT SONG??? and i was in tears when taemin performed right in front of me like 16 year old me would be shaking in her boots if she knew she would see god taem in the flesh. actually current me was shaking askdjfhalksjdf i cherish all the videos i took so much (i accidentally deleted the entire jopping video except the mark rap part when i was trying to snip it to post to my insta story and cried rip 😭😭)

YOU GOT TO SEE THE DREAMIES IRL OH MY GOD I’M SO JEALOUS 😭😭 I WANNA SEE THEM PERFORM SO BAD!!! i keep rereading your entire experience and i’m living vicariously through you now aklshdflakjsdhfda oh my god, i wanna see jisung and fairy prince renjun perform live so bad 😭 i got to see hyuck perform three times now with 127, and he’s absolutely amazing, i couldn’t stop watching him dance like he’s my number one favorite performer in nct and the way he dances is heavenly and wonderful and his voice is insane 💖 he truly was born to be an idol 🤧💞💞 i want to write a proper response to each of your description of the dreamies but right now i’m just like no thoughts head empty just heart eyes for every single one of those boys 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 aaaa thank you for describing them all, angel, i’ll keep this in mind as i write fics :’) omg and this was your first kpop experience???? you’re so lucky!!!! 💓 also i feel with the buying tickets omg i always have to get up early and keep refreshing on every device to get decent tickets and it’s so stressful askljdfhaksd but it definitely is so worth it in the end! my only regret is opting out of seeing skz last year and going to a party instead rip and omg no need to apologize!!! it’s really fun to hear about your concert experiences, sweetpea!!! 💞 thank you for taking the time to share that with me 💘 i’m doing wonderful and enjoying my weekend, and i hope you’re having a good weekend and doing well also, angel 🐝💛✨

#asks #anonymous #🐼 anon

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samcrobae · 4 years

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Off Limits, 3

Gif Credit: @seventhdevil

Some EZ FILTH BABY, 😈 this is also not proof read. Hope you like it!

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You were watching Jersey Shore reruns when there was a knock at your door. You had on biker shorts and an oversized shirt. You opened the door and EZ was on the other end of it holding up a bottle of Tequila. “Well I never thought I’d see the day Ezekiel Reyes takes a drink of anything!” You joke and move to the side motioning for him to come in.

“Yeah well I’m a free man for the next 3 days thanks to you.” He sets the bottle down on the kitchen counter and turns to find you pouring a glass of your favorite wine. He comes up from behind you and pushed your hair to one side before letting his lips find your neck and presses his lips against it in rough and sloppy kisses, and you feel your knees go weak. “Wait. After this episode. It’s the one where snooki and Jenny type up the note to sammi to tell her about Ron.”

EZ makes himself a drink and sits on the couch with you. He listens as you recite the scene word for word. “Wait you’ve already seen this? Why are we watching this?” You look at him confused, “ummmm because this is an iconic episode in the jersey shore series. Seriously where you been?” He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink “I don’t know, prison.”

You down now at your hands, “sorry, I forgot. Why’d you go to prison?” You shift positions now, both feet on the couch, knees bent toward him. “It’s okay, um long story short? I shot a cop.” He waits for you to react, to close off from him, but you didn’t even blink an eye. He went into detail of that night and you listened. Validating his thoughts, emotions, his anger and his guilt.

You had sat and talked and drank for about 4 hours before looking at your phone, “Damn it’s 2 in the morning.... you’re not driving home right?”

He looked at you and then at his empty glass, “I mean I was planning on going home but I’m pretty buzzed not gonna lie.”

“Good. Cus I’m going to bed.” You turned your back to him and lifted your t shirt off and tossed it to the floor, looking back at him as you did. “Are you coming?” He jumped off the couch and set his drink down before following you into your room. He didnt know what it was, maybe the alcohol coursing through his veins or just the feeling of being alone with you right now, but something animalistic and possessive took over, recalling the conversation you had at the clubhouse earlier the day.

“It can’t happen again.”

“Fine then I’ll find someone who will let it happen.”

You start walking towards your dresser to change into something to sleep in when he reaches forward and grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“You think I forgot the shit you said to me earlier? You’re gonna find someone else who will let it happen? I don’t think you want someone else. You can try and tease me all you want but we know it’s true. I told you I wasnt done with you.” You clench you’re thighs together as you feel wetness in your panties begin to pool. You reach your hand back and try to stroke him over his jeans but he moves your hand away.

“No, you don’t get to touch, it’s my turn.” He walks you toward the bed, his hand still at the back of your neck. He turns you around and there’s a devilish, dark look in his eye replacing the usual softness he normally shows. “Go sit up by your pillows.”

You do as your told, sat at the top of the bed, near your pillows and watch as begins to strip. Your eyes fixed on his abs and muscular biceps and all you can think about is gripping them as he fucks you into oblivion. When he’s completely naked he stands at the end of the bed pumping himself as you watch and lick your lips in anticiaptaion, the instant sexual tension that had built since you met him just the day before was unbearable. He climbs into the bed and takes his shirt and wraps it around your wrist, then wrapping the other end to your headboard , tying them together loose enough to not hurt you but tight enough you couldn’t wiggle out of it.

“Ezekiel.. what are you doing?”

“This is what you wanted right? You think you’re gonna suck my dick last night, then come to clubhouse and tease me, grind up against me this morning and then not get what you wanted?” He insterted his hands into the waistband of your shorts and panties and removed them in one swift motion and spread your knees, exposing yourself to him and he could see how wet you were. He trailed gentle kisses up your thighs, replaced by bites then licked the skin before repeating the motions. You tried to buck your hips forward but he pulled away, “what? What do you want?”

“You. I want you Ezekiel” you say, your breath ragged. He grins at you and dips his head down and delivers an agonizingly slow lick up your center and you feel your legs go weak, he did it again and again and all you could do was whimper. He dove his face into you hungrily, flicking his tongue against your clit and your legs shook. He added a finger into you, then another, never taking his lips off your sensitive bud. You thrust your hips to meet each of his thrusts with his fingers and it wasn’t long til you were moaning his name as your orgasm washed over you. You were a moaning mess, and all you could do was beg for him to untie you.

He was amused at how you squirmed at his every touch, how you were the one in control up until this very moment. He trailed kisses up your belly then when he got to your breasts he took a nipple into his mouth, roughly sucking on your skin while rolling your other nipple between his fingers, once again you tried to buck your hips towards him, begging for any kind of friction and he laughed.

“EZ, please... let me feel you.” He reached up and undid the shirt and your hands instantly fell to his biceps, your lips meeting his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to feel something and he effortlessly flipped you over so that you were on top. You leaned back, your breasts on full display and his hands come up to grab and squeeze at them. You were absolutely blown away at this side of him, but you loved every second of it and needed to feel him inside you. You raised yourself slightly and slowly sank down onto him, a sigh escaping your lips at the way he felt as he filled you completely.

You rolled your hips then rested your hands on his chest, his hands coming to grip your ass and you started bouncing up and down on him. “That’s it babygirl fuck me...does that feel good?”

“So fucking good, shit....” you whined and you leaned forward to rest your hands on the head board and picked up your rhythm, his hips coming up to meet yours.

“EZ... fuck you feel so good... oh my god...”

“You’re gonna make me cum already, slow down..” he said in between breaths. You could feel his thrusts become unsteady but you couldn’t help it. He felt so good and made you feel so full, and at this angle, he was hitting just the right spots and you didn’t want to stop.

“Y/N, slow down.... shit....I’m cumming..." was all he could get out as you rode him faster.

“EZ... EZ.... yes yes yessss.." your 2nd orgasm rushed over you and you could feel him twitch inside you, costing your walls with his cum as you slowed yourself down, letting yourself fall forward onto him.

He was outta breath and slowly moved his hips so he slid out of you. “Holy shit you’re crazy ...” you laid next to him forms few minutes before finally getting up to get a shirt from your dresser when you felt his hand on your wrist. “No, no clothes , get back in the bed. I want more.”

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The rest of the weekend went the same, he went home and grabbed some clothes and things to have at your place the next 2 days and you couldn’t get enough of each other. The connection was unmatched, the sex was on another level, and you were happy spending the weekend indoors moaning and screaming his name all hours of the day and night.

Monday morning came and you woke tangled in each others arms, under your sheets. You peppered soft kisses on his chest and his hand came up to rest on your head. “Do you have to go back today? Can’t you just spend the day here with me again?" You ask.

“Shit I wish, but the guys get back today, I gotta head into the clubhouse to get everything set up. Wanna come with? Wait speaking of, what time is it?” He reaches for his phone and checks the time, then saw he missed 4 calls from Angel, 2 texts, and a couple missed calls from coco. “Fuck, they’re back.’I gotta go. I’m gna shower.”

You got out of bed and got dressed, and went into the kitchen to start your day. 15 minutes later he was out of the shower, kutte in hand and you both heard pounding on your front door. EZ was closest to the door so he put his hand on the knob and opened it.

“Good morning. Somehow I knew I’d find your ass here. Get your ass to the yard. You’re late.” Angel said as he leaned against the door frame. EZ shot you an apologetic look and walked outside.

“Did you shower here? Wait hold on, were you here all fuckin weekend?! Shit EZ what the fuck.”

“Can we just go please ?” EZ shot back.

Angel drapes an arm over his shoulder, “Yeah come on, Bishop wants to know where you been.”

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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Fluff Prompt #17 for Inuyasha x Kagome? 🙂

You’ve got it @lost-castles! “I get that you’re taller than me, but does that really require you to steal all the blankets? I’m cold.” Minor liberties taken with the line.

Part 3 of the Knight’s Series, part of Prompts of Fluff Challenge

Part 1: A Knight on the Subway

Part 2: Knight in the Morning

A Knight In

“How’s the popcorn coming?” Kagome called, toweling her hair off in Inuyasha’s bedroom.

Her week had been long and painful…she was a curator at an up and coming art gallery, and the current show she was working on was really starting to grind her gears. So, Inuyasha had declared tonight to be a movie night. Which could have really meant a Netflix and chill night.

Not that she was opposed to that…

Either way, she was just happy to be here, in his apartment, spending the weekend with him…and using his shower. God, his shower was so much better than hers. His whole apartment was better than hers. And closer to work…but they weren’t quite there yet. Maybe in a few more months.

Ugh.

She shouldn’t let her mind wander like that. She needed to live in the here and now.

“It’s coming,” she heard him call back to her as she hung the towel back in his bathroom.

“Coming, or getting burnt?” she teased, picking up her sleeping shorts that might have been a little too short, and a light weight, white tank top. She couldn’t help giggling at the silence that followed her question - he had a bit of a reputation now with struggling with microwave popcorn.

Really - how hard was it to just put the bag in, press popcorn, and let it be?

It was endearing though, and she didn’t mind needing to step in to help. She quickly grabbed a hair tie from her drawer and made her way into the kitchen, putting her damp hair up as she went.

“Yash?” She called, a smile pulling at her lips as the smell of burnt popcorn filled her nostrils.

Oh yeah. He totally did it again.

She quietly snuck up behind him as he muttered curses under his breath, throwing the bag of popcorn into the trash. She wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. She felt him slump and turn around in her arms, smiling sheepishly at her. “Need a little help?”

“Yeah,” he sighed in defeat. “I should really just stop trying - you’re so much better at it than me. We’d go through a lot less popcorn that way.”

“Maybe…but I think it’s cute that you try.”

“You think a lot of things about me are cute,” Inuyasha teased, and she made a show of looking him up and down. Red t-shirt that clung to his upper body in just the right way…black sweats that concealed powerful thighs and even more delicious behind…

“Yeah. I do.”

He tilted her chin up, bending down to press a slow, tender kiss to her lips. He made to move away after a second, but she wound her hand around his neck and pulled him back down for more. God she loved kissing him…she loved a lot about him, actually.

He moved his head away, leaning his forehead against hers as a goofy smile spread across his face.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of doing that.”

“Good. I don’t think I will either.”

“Well in that case…” he whispered, leaning back down to kiss her again, his lips moving expertly against hers and coaxing a mewel of delight from her throat. She felt him pull her closer at that, and she melted into him as their kiss became more fervent. When they finally parted for air, she felt him bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. “I love how you smell…And I love it when you wear these pajamas,” he smirked, toying with the hem of her shirt.

Oh…she knew he did. They frequently didn’t stay on her for long when she wore them around him, but her others were dirty at the moment.

“Uh uh,” she lightly scolded, taking his mischievous hand to prevent it from wreaking havoc. “I was promised a movie, remember?”

“You were,” he sighed with disappointment, kissing her shoulder before pulling away from her. “Why don’t you get the popcorn going, and I’ll get the movie cued up?”

“Deal! You’ve Got Mail?”

“Going old school tonight?”

“Bad week, remember?” she called back as she ripped the plastic cellophane wrapper off the bag of popcorn, tossing it into the recycling.

“I think I remember you mentioning something along those lines…pain in the ass boss and a pain in the ass, stuck up hipster-esq artist?”

“UGH! Don’t remind me!” She groaned, tossing the bag in and pressing the popcorn button. When it was done, she removed it by her nails, trying to avoid the wave of steamy heat coming out of the opening as she pulled the bag apart and poured it into “the popcorn bowl”. Really, it was just an oversized bistro bowl from Crate & Barrel…but it held a bag of popcorn perfectly.

She quickly tossed the empty bag into the trash, closing the cabinet door with the bump of her hip as she made her way into his living room and plopped down onto the couch. She snuggled into his side, swinging her feet up next to herself as she placed the popcorn into his lap.

It was gone before they even hit the half hour mark.

A shiver ran up her spine from the air conditioning he liked to keep on blast, and she absently noticed him move the bowl to the coffee table before pulling the soft blanket strewn across his armrest over. He deftly unfolded it, covering them with it and pulling it close to his chin. She moved closer to him, trying to get warm, but the blanket slowly moved away from her and back to Inuyasha until he was almost completely encapsulated in it, right down to his feet.

“Hey,” she complained as she was all but shoved out into the arctic of his apartment. “I get that you’re taller than me, but do you really need to steal the whole blanket? I’m cold too…”

He laughed as she pouted, leaning down for a kiss.

“You are, are you?”

“Yeah…feel my hand!” she snickered, slipping her frozen appendage under his shirt and between his shoulder blades, making him yelp.

“Hey, get that outta there!” he squirmed, reaching behind to yank her hand out from his shirt.

“But Yash…I’m freezing!” she teased, rising to her knees and trying to weasel her hands back under his shirt.

“So you wanna freeze me? You’re like a goddamn ice cube!” he complained, grabbing her hands just as they were about to make their way under his shirt again.

“That’s why you shouldn’t take the blanket from me,” she laughed, squealing as he pushed her down onto the couch and climbed over her. She tried wriggling out from under him, but what was the point? With the way he had her pinned down, it was like moving a boulder.

“Or…I can just warm you up another way,” he smirked, his hand gently caressing the outside of her thigh.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm…” he purred, his eyes darkening as his hand moved inwards and up as he leaned down to press a hot kiss to her clavicle. Her heart began to race as he continued to pepper wet, lingering kisses across the exposed portion of her chest, and his fingers toyed with the hem of her shorts.

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie…”

“Changed my mind,” he replied, his lips finding their way up to hers, and she moaned lowly as he began to heat her in a very different way. The hand that had been playing with her shorts slid up from its place to under her shirt, his fingers splaying across her stomach. He was scorching her everywhere their flesh met.

“You can be a jerk sometimes,” she murmured against his lips when they parted before she pulled him down for another long, needy kiss that stoked the fire burning within her. “But you’re my jerk.”

“Damn straight.”

*End*

Threw a bonus fluff prompt in there that no one requested just because.

I have another one more fluff prompt I’m working on - it will also be from this “universe”, so let me know if you want to be tagged when I post them, like @sarah-writes-stories, @disgruntledbeast, @itzatakahashi, @fantastiqueparfait, @dangerouspompadour!

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ruewrites · 4 years

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 4: Sweet

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3693

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

Asmo pulled the covers over his head. His weekend beauty alarm hadn’t gone off yet, why was he awake? He’d just been having another wonderful dream too. It took a while for it to register, but then he heard the rustling . Asmo peeled open one of his eyes. Then he blinked once. Twice. No. He wouldn’t dare .

Mammon was crouched next to his dresser, going through Asmo’s things.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Asmo growled, tossing the blankets back. Mammon jumped and turned towards his younger brother. He painted a smile across his face and started to pat Asmo’s head.

“I just wanted to wake up my little brother, is that so bad?” he asked. Asmo swatted his hand away and glared at him. Never mind that Asmo’s hair was still messy, he didn’t need Mammon messing it up more. Plus he was already angry. He’d caught Mammon going through his things! What a great way to start his morning. Then he saw what Mammon had in his hands.

“What are you doing with that?”

“Oh? This?” Mammon held up the letter. Asmo’s letter. “You don’t see fancy little things like this around. ‘Specially when it ain’t even ‘ya birthday. And now you’re gettin all defensive-”

“Because I woke up to you going through my stuff dipshit. ”

Mammon smirked and looked closer at the letter, “So you don’t care if I read it?”

“Put it down!” Asmo screeched, lunging from the mattress to his older brother. Mammon cackled and held the letter above his head, while pushing Asmo back with his other arm. He let out a whistle, eyes quickly scanning over the page.

“ Woooow . You gotta lil’ Romeo on your hands right here!” Mammon mused. Asmo could feel his face start to heat up, especially when Mammon started to clear his throat, “Your eyes sparkle and outshine all of the stars in the sky, your lips curl up in the most perfect of arcs-”

“Quit it Mammon! Give it back!” Asmo felt like he was in middle school again. Why couldn’t Mammon just grow up? Seriously! Asmo wasn’t sure whether he was going to die of embarrassment or spend the rest of his life in jail for reenacting the story of Cain and Abel.

Mammon lowered the letter just a bit, “This fella really likes you a lot, big brother Mammon might just have to get the bat out.”

Asmo growled and lunged towards the letter, scratching Mammon in the process.

“Ow! Hey! Keep those claws away from me!”

“Give me my letter back and I won’t tear your eyes out!” He was holding back only slightly. The last thing he wanted to do was tear one of his precious letters. Each one was special, he could let harm come to a single one of them.

Asmo followed Mammon’s gaze as he looked over to the corner of the room. Asmo didn’t realize he could have become even more livid. His things were upturned, all of his letters and little gifts sprawled out on the floor. “They the person that gave you all of those as well? What? Can’t you bring ‘em home to meet your family? Or are they talkin you outta lettin us meet ‘em?”

Oh now Mammon wanted to play the part of protective big brother. First, he came in and started rooting through his room. Second, he rudely woke Asmo up. Thirdly, he started reading Asmo’s private letters. And now he wants to integrate him? No. Absolutely not. No way.

“For your information, I don’t know who they are, hence them signing off the letters with Secret ,” Asmo huffed, snatching his letter back, trying to crinkle it as little as possible. “And if you even think about telling anyone, especially if you let it slip to our dearest older brother, I swear Mammon-”

“Okay. Okay! Cool it, why would I ever tell anyone?”

Asmo narrowed his eyes.

“Alright, I wouldn’t tell anyone on purpose .”

That was reassuring. Asmo smoothed out the letter and carefully inspected it for any tears or serious crinkles before going to reorganize his gifts. Small candies, a small bunny keychain, cute things that Asmo would enjoy. Mammon watched him for a moment, shifting from side to side. Asmo was happy he didn’t try to take a step closer. He wanted a little bit of space.

“Hey,” Mammon finally said as Asmo went to rehide his things in a drawer close to his bed, “I’m sorry alright? I just want to know what’s goin on with you guys. You aren’t always open with things ya know.”

“Neither are you.”

“Touche.”

Mammon ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, “Ya don’t have to worry about me goin and telling Lucifer a’ight? Promise.”

Asmo raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, “And going through my room?”

“Can’t promise you that I won’t do that.”

Asmo sighed. Well, at least he knew he wouldn’t go telling Lucifer… Not that he would in the first place. But if he did, he could always use Mammon going through their rooms as a deflection. Although he wasn’t sure how well that would hold up, or how long it would hold Lucifer’s focus (if it even did in the first place).

“I only do it ‘cus, I wanna know what’s going on in your life.” Mammon mumbled, “And if this asshole hurts ya, I wanna know! ‘Cus no one hurts any of the Great Mammon’s little brothers!”

Asmo sighed, “Well there are better ways to figure out what I’m up to. Like asking me.” Although, the second half did earn a little snort out of him. Even if Mammon could be a complete asshole sometimes, he did still look out for them. Just like how he’d confront bullies for them as kids.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t scare them off before I get to know them.”

Honestly. Lucifer’s energy had been enough to make most of his past lovers almost behave (at least when he was around). He’d always sat them down, made sure they understood how his little brothers should be treated even if it made Asmo want to die of embarrassment. If Mammon had been in the same position, all of those partners would have left. Whether it would have been out of fear or from no longer wanting any part in Asmo’s family he would never know nor did he wish to find out.

Asmo made his way over to his dresser and plopped down. Well, he was awake now. No point in trying to go back to bed, so he might as well get ready. “If you don’t mind brother dearest, I think I’m going to get ready.”

“You goin somewhere?”

“Studying with Solomon if you must know.”

“Ahhh. Studying gotchu.”

“Solomon’s not that type of guy, now shut up and get out.”

“Love you too my dear little brother.”

Maybe he shouldn’t let Mammon go with his secret. It really did seem like a bad idea, his brother walking around with his secret. Sure he had trusted Satan with his secret, but Mammon? Well Mammon had found out on his own, unfortunately. Even if it left a bad taste in his mouth, he had other things to worry about now. He had places to be.

*******

Solomon’s apartment was nice, and he didn’t have to worry about his brothers interfering or being distracting. Not to mention, the living room was also filled with natural light, which not only made it bright but warm as well.

If any situation outside of parties showed how much Asmo struggled with the concept of personal space, it was having his work sessions with Solomon. He never had a problem when it was an assignment that had to do with his designs, but whenever it was something that strayed from his beloved focus his head was on Solomon’s shoulder and he was whining.

“Solomon,” he huffed, putting his laptop down and slumping against him, “This assignment doesn’t even make sense. How am I supposed to write a new groundbreaking paper when everything that could of been said has already been said? Solomon this class doesn’t make any sense.”

He could feel Solomon’s chuckle rumble through his chest. It was a really was a nice sound, like distant thunder. “You didn’t have to take this class with me you know. It’s part of my degree, it’s just credits for you,” he said, placing his things to the side and placing Asmo’s laptop on his lap..

“Demonology sounded really interesting, and you made it sound fun,” he pouted, “Besides, the class is interesting enough. I just hate these stupid papers.”

“I’ll read over it for you, don’t worry.” He always did.

Asmo watched over his shoulder as he made little notes in the margin. He was comfortable next to Solomon. Honestly he hoped that Secret would be okay with him doing things like this. Or that he could do things like this with Secret…. Or that Solomon was Secret.

No.

Nope.

He shouldn’t go there. Solomon was his best friend. He wasn’t going to think of him like that, even if he was cute, and smart, and funny, and attractive…

Even if the best relationships sprouted between the closest of friends….

He really needed to change the subject.

“Is it too late to drop out? I could become a stripper.”

Solomon turned to look at him, eyebrow quirked. He let out a soft hum, letting his eyes look over Asmo for just a second. Then he nodded, “You’d make a cute stripper.”

Asmo’s face turned red, “No! You’re not supposed to say that! You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to either talk about how I should stay in school or that you’d drop out too and join me!” Not compliment how cute he was . While Asmo enjoyed it, it wasn’t what Solomon was supposed to say. Maybe he was joking, but Asmo would think of it as a genuine compliment. “I already know I’d make a cute stripper,” he mumbled.

Like Solomon thought of his body like that. Even if it was true.

“Ah. You’re right. I’m sorry. You’d make a horrible stripper. Stay in school. Don’t drink. Don’t do drugs. More words of wisdom and whatnot.”

“ Solomon .”

Of course he could have pulled his face away. He could move to the opposite side of their workspace and stay there. But he didn’t. Asmo stayed curled up where he was,face partially buried in the fabric of Solomon’s shirt, his cologne flooding his senses. Solomon’s smug smirk was still plastered to his face, but his eyes were trained on Asmo’s paper. He had no right to be so smug, especially when Asmo’s entire body was heating up and he was starting to pout.

Sometimes Solomon could drive him more crazy than his brothers could ever dream of doing. But it was a different type of crazy. A type of crazy that made him want to tackle Solomon to the couch and-

“Pardon me.”

Asmo lifted his head slightly, to turn and look at Simeon. He was holding a tray of cupcakes in his hands. They were pretty. Icing swirled to near perfection in different pastels and covered in shiny white chocolate pearls. Simeon didn’t often intrude on their study sessions. Sometimes he would join for a bit, but he didn’t want to be a distraction. Well, that and he had to look after Luke.

Speaking of Luke, the kid was not too far behind Simeon, looking anywhere but at Asmo and Solomon.

“I do hope I’m not interrupting, but Luke thought you both might like a cupcake. He made them himself.”

“I had some extra,” Luke clarified, “They have a lemon cream filling.”

Simeon set the tray on the table and Solomon nodded, “Thank you Luke, I’m sure that they’ll be wonderful.” Asmo nodded in agreement. That was another perk of working at Solomon’s. There was always some sort of wonderful treat waiting. The kitchen always smelled like a bakery.

He watched as Solomon reached over him and towards the tray for one of the treats, quickly followed by Asmo’s own hand. They lightly brushed together for just a moment, but Asmo was quick to take one of the cupcakes and yank his hand back.

Simeon’s eyes were fixed to them the entire time.

“Solomon.”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to take Luke to the library. We may be out for a while. Remember to lock the door if you go out?” His eyes flickered between the two of them for a moment. Before settling on Solomon. The look he gave Solomon was unreadable to Asmo.

“Alright, have fun,” Solomon smiled, turning back to Asmo’s paper.

Simeon smiled and nodded, “We will, it was good seeing you Asmo." With that, Simeon turned, graceful as ever, and left with Luke.

Asmo’s nose crinkled, “What was that about?”

“Luke made cupcakes.”

“No no. That look Simeon gave you.”

Solomon leaned back and licked a bit of the icing from the cupcake, “Oh. I don’t know. Maybe I forgot to lock the door last time.” He wasn’t looking at Asmodeus, gaze transfixed on the wall. Weird. “Anyways, I think your paper looks fine. There’s just a few things I’d change, but I think it hit everything it needed to.”

Asmo smiled, a little more relaxed now about the assignment. He trusted Solomon’s judgement. Finally Asmo took a bit of his own cupcake. The cake was soft and moist, and Luke’s homemade icing and filling were both so fluffy and light. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. It was just too good. On more than one occasion he considered asking if he could move in, just so he could get little treats like this on a daily basis.

The sound of Solomon clearing his throat snapped Asmo out of his sweet-induced trance and over to his friend. Solomon had moved on and was now staring intently down at one of his textbooks. However, he didn’t miss the slight coloration in Solomon’s face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… Something in the book.”

“Ooh can I see?” Asmo scooted closer and tried to peak over into the pages below. However, Solomon quickly snapped the book shut and held it out of Asmodeus’ grasp.

“Nope. It’s gone now.”

“Aw come on, please Solomon? If it made you all blushy it must be good!” Asmo asked. He wasn’t about to let himself be left out from whatever spicy romance lied within the book Solomon was trying to keep from him. Solomon stood little chance against his friend, who was practically- no, not practically - who was climbing on top of him.

“Asmodeus!” Solomon’s voice cracked as he fell over, still trying to hold the book over his head as Asmodeus fell on top of him laughing. One arm wrapped around Asmo’s waist in an attempt to keep him away from the book.

“Come on Solomon!” he giggled, reaching for the book, only for it to be flung to the other side of the room and hitting the wall with a soft thud. Asmo huffed and went to stand to scurry after the book, only to be stopped by Solomon sitting up, both arms around him. “Oh you are such a child.”

“I’m the child?” Solomon snorted, “You’re the one who can’t let it go.”

“I call it persistence and knowing what I want. Now let me see!”

Asmo felt himself try to wiggle out of Solomon’s arms, only to be met with more resistance from him. “Well I don’t even remember what page it was on so you’re just gonna have to forget about it,” he huffed, throwing his body weight against Asmo and sending him to the floor and making him yelp ever so slightly.

“Owwwww, Solomon! That hurt.”

“Ah, sorry.” Solomon sat up but only slightly, he looked worried, hand moving to the side of Asmodeus’ head. “Are you okay?”

Asmo’s breath caught in his throat. The sun from the window outlined him in such a heavenly way. Each shadow on his face traced his strong jaw and cheekbones.He felt his hand stroke through his hair, feeling along his skull.

Asmo never let anyone touch his hair after he styled it.

“Any pain? Are you dizzy?”

“Ah… No…”

Well, not dizzy in the way Solomon was thinking. What could he say? What could he do? Well he could tell Solomon to get off, if he ever found his voice….

Then Solomon’s thumb swiped across his lips, and brought it up to his own mouth.

Icing.

“You could have just told me,” Asmo huffed, propping himself up on his elbows

Solomon was back on his haunches now, wrapped up in the icing, “What? Luke makes good icing.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes and shoved at Solomon’s chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Not insufferable enough for you to stop spending time with me,” Solomon chuckled. He got off of Asmodeus and helped him sit up, hands lingering just a little longer than necessary. Then the silence took over again.

It wasn’t the same silence as before though. This time it was a bit more awkward, filled with shifting bodies and uncertainty over what to say next. Asmo’s attention went to his phone. After all, social media made for a wonderful distraction. Flipping to the camera, Asmo decided to look over his appearance. He definitely needed to fix his hair. The lighting was amazing here.

“Wanna take a picture?”

Solomon perked up at the sudden break in the silence and looked at the two of them in the camera. “Do you wanna take a picture?” he asked, chest nudging against Asmo’s back. Asmo ignored the fluttering occurring deep within him, even if it was a nice feeling. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t lean back into his touch.

“Just pick up one of the cupcakes and hold it up,” Asmo instructed, “It’ll be cute, trust me. Plus showing off my future number one model could be a good marketing strategy.”

Asmo felt Solomon’s chin rest on his shoulder as he tried to find the right angle to take the photo at. “You know, you keep posting pictures like this and people might start thinking I’m a little more than a ‘best friend’ or ‘model’,” he said, resisting the temptation to start digging into the second cupcake.

“And who cares what they think?”

Even as Asmo said it, his stomach sunk a little. Well, maybe Solomon cared if people thought they were together. They were just friends. That was it. Maybe there was someone Solomon liked, someone he wanted to impress, and Asmo was ruining his chances by taking photos like these. Solomon had gone along with (most of) his ideas for most of the time they’d been together. Maybe he was just too nice to say no to Asmo’s little ideas. Maybe-

“Hey.” Solomon was looking at him, “Are you going to take it?” His face was a lot closer than Asmo realized.

“Oh! Yeah, yes, sorry. Just trying to find the right angle… There!”

Click.

They both stared at the photo for a moment, Asmo more than aware of how Solomon hadn’t left his position. “I like it. You were right. It’s nice.”

Solomon had the nicest, sweetest smile he’d ever seen on another person.

“Are you going to post it?”

How did he always look so relaxed ?

But before Asmo could reply, a notification popped up on his phone. Then another and another and another and-

He was used to his phone blowing up, but he hadn’t even posted the picture yet. Looking deeper into the source, he found that they were all from his brothers, mainly Mammon and Levi. Slowly Asmo clicked on the notification.

L3vi : You have a girlfriend?

Mammoney : Asmo I’m sorry

L3vi : Or boyfriend?

Mammoney : Please don’t kill me

L3vi : Why did you tell Mammon and not me? That’s not fair!

Mammoney : I didn’t mean to-

L3vi : I read a manga with a plot like this once-

Mammoney : It just kinda came out

L3vi : I know the perfect way to figure out who this is!

Mammoney : Asmo?

He wanted to scream. He put his phone down, ignoring the rest of the notifications. Yeah. He should have killed Mammon earlier. It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he didn’t tell Lucifer… As far as he knew.

Asmo was going to kill him.

“I thought your brothers didn’t know.”

Solomon’s voice brought Asmodeus back to reality, it didn’t stop his fuming, but it did bring him back to where he was. “They didn’t,” he hissed, “Well, I mean I told Satan, but he was going to be the only one to know. Mammon certainly wasn’t supposed to know and-” Asmo’s words dissolved into a groan. His study session with Solomon had been going so well too. They’d been productive... for the most part.

He flopped onto Solomon’s shoulder and let out a whine. “Just let me move in with you please!” he whimpered, “I promise I won’t bother Simeon and Luke too much and you know I’m neat and clean. My brothers are going to drive me to an early grave, or worse, give me wrinkles .”

Solomon snorted which only made Asmodeus’ pout deepen. “Rude. This is a very serious matter.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a tad overdramatic?”

All Asmo did was cross his arms in response. Solomon sighed and looked down at Asmodeus. “Well… I can’t say that there’s space for you to move in-”

“Not even the couch? Or sharing a bed?”

Solomon held up his finger, “But, I can walk you home. If you’d like. I can be your human shield and protect you from your brothers.”

Asmo thought for a moment, arms uncrossing and fingers playing with the hem of Solomon’s sleeve. Having Solomon walk him home could be the next best thing (aside from just spending the night), and he would be able to distract himself from the dread and embarrassment that awaited him back home. Walking back home with Solomon was always nice regardless. Who didn’t like to spend more time with their best friend?

#WBT #solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me #fluff #love letters #human!au #friends to lovers #slow burn

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whtaft · 4 years

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Weekend Chores

bisexualcapps on twitter prompted me: weekend chores.

— —

“Come over,” Steve says.

Bucky glances at the clock; 6pm on a Saturday night. If it were any other person saying these words to him at 6pm on a Saturday night, he’d assume that they were calling him up for a booty call, but since it’s Steve…

“What didn’t you get done?”

There’s a long pause.

“Steve, what did you not get done?” Bucky asks again, voice firmer.

“Everything,” Steve mutters. Bucky thinks he can hear Steve kicking a wall on the other end of the line.

Bucky has a date, theoretically. There’s a party he can go to if he wants to, also theoretically.

Is he going to ditch them both to do Steve Rogers’ weekend chores for him again?

“I’ll be over in fifteen.”

— —

“Your mom should really pay me your allowance,” Bucky says, watching Steve dance around the kitchen with the broom Bucky just used to sweep it. They’re listening to some old jazzy music, whatever Pandora channel Steve’s mom had it on.

Steve’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that may be Bucky’s, leftover from some sleepover or another. They sit low on his hips and pool around his bare feet.

“If she paid you my allowance then I wouldn’t get any allowance,” Steve says, dipping the broom like a dance partner.

“You’re doing that wrong,” Bucky says.

Steve looks over, sharp. He’ll have Bucky come over and clean the Rogers’ whole apartment, but God forbid you criticize anything he does. It makes Bucky grin.

He stands up. He’s kind of dirty still, but he takes the broom from a frowning Steve’s hands, and Steve into his own.

“Like you’re so much of a dancer,” Steve says, and then he frowns, realizing that yes, Bucky has been on the high school ball room dancing team for the past three-and-a-half years and has the medals to show it. “Whatever.”

“I mean, if you want to keep doing it wrong with the broom, go ahead.”

“No, I wanna get it right,” Steve mutters, face turned away as Bucky takes him into his arms.

The song moves to something slower; Bucky starts swaying around with Steve, doing a few easy steps that even Steve can do without tripping over his too-long sweats.

“Thought you were taking Bonnie Lipton to the party at Frank Wheeler’s tonight,” Steve says, kind of muttering disdainfully in that way of his.

“Got a better offer.” Bucky twirls a red-faced, grumbling Steve around.

“Yeah, ‘cus this is so much better,” Steve says, glowering.

“It is.” Steve looks up at him and Bucky smiles. “It really is.”

“Weren’t you gonna teach me how to dip?”

Bucky laughs. “Sure, you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” Steve says.

When the music swells in just the right way, Bucky dips Steve downwards, pausing for just a moment to smile at Steve, who—

Reaches up and kisses him.

Bucky drops Steve on the floor.

“What the fuck?” Steve asks.

“At least I just cleaned them?” Bucky says, offering Steve a hand up. Begrudgingly, Steve does so.

“Well?” Steve asks when he’s standing up, hands on his hips like the grumpy little asshole he is.

“I still think you should give me your allowance.” Steve rolls his eyes, making like he’s going to walk away, so Bucky reaches out and pulls him back. “But may be the better option,” he says, pulling Steve back in for another kiss.

#Captain America #Stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #SteveBucky #Fic Nonsense #Words

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angelic-holland · 5 years

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What We Deserve // th x fem!reader college au

request by @jennypizzaholland : Heyy😊 could you write one where tom and the reader are playing truth or dare with some friends and the reader finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her zshe gets really angry and tom is there for here? Then she goes to his house to chill and smut happens? I'm sorry if its too much 😢

Summary: You are at the cast party of the theatre show you and your friend Tom had just finished when you find out something that rips your heart in two. Tom is there to comfort you.

notes: including everything but the smut because I felt like it didn’t really fit. Let me know what you think, like, reblog, comment, and follow for more content.

warnings: mentions of sex, mention of cheating, fluff and angst

word count: 3k

“Alright you guys, my place for the cast party,” Wendy says as you are all lounging in the dressing rooms, finished with strike and waiting for the tech director to let you go.

“Let’s check in with Ben first,” you pipe up, knowing he’d want you to do a once over as Stage Manager to ensure everything was clean and you wouldn’t get charged a cleaning fee by the rental space.

You make your way to the stage, “Ben! Where are you?” You shout, squinting up at the booth.

“Hey! Y/N, we just gotta bring these lights to Kate’s car, it’s a two person job so you can send everyone home. Great work tonight.”

“You too buddy! Wendy’s throwing a party, maybe we’ll see you there?”

“Yeah!” He shouted and you made your way back to the dressing room, almost screaming when Tom jumped out from behind the door to scare you.

“Fuck off Tom,” you laugh, grabbing your backpack, “we’re all set guys, let’s get outta here,” you watch as everyone files out the door, Wendy asking if you’ll be at her place. Tom leans against the wall as you confirm.

“Yeah, just wanna do a quick once over, I’ll see you soon.”

Wendy leaves and you walk through each dressing room, picking up trash that the actors left behind, they always fucking left some mess for you to clean up.

“Tom, are you going to follow me around or are you going to help me clean?” You ask, crossing your arms as Tom grins down at you, grabbing an empty water bottle off the table.

“Here?” He laughs.

“Why didn’t you go with the rest of them?”

“It’s late, didn’t want you walking to Wendy’s on your own.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, tossing the trash out and shutting the green room lights off, grabbing the flowers your boyfriend Luke got for you, to congratulate you on your amazing show.

“You did amazing tonight, can’t recall you missing any cues, except when Jordan forgot his line that cued you but he’s an idiot.”

You giggle, “not so bad yourself Tom, even for a boring show like Three Sisters.”

“Honestly don’t know how I didn’t fall asleep on stage.”

“Kate almost fell asleep in the booth,” you say as you start to head towards Wendy’s place, Tom following alongside you. He was a really nice guy, who you’ve come to be really good friends with throughout the rehearsal process for this show and your fall show.

“Think you wanna do this next year?”

“What? Stage manage?”

“Yeah, theatre.”

“Sure, love it, gives me a break from school, got me a pretty good friend.”

“Me?” He asks, stopping in his tracks and grinning at you.

“Nah, Ben,” you joke, Ben was a friend but nowhere near as close to you as Tom was.

“Rude,” he scoffs as you turn on Wendy’s street.

“Whatevs,” you shrug, “Where the fuck am I gonna put these flowers?”

“They won’t die if you just leave them by your bag at her place during the party.”

“Good idea,” you say, knocking on her door.

She opens, squealing at the two of you and urging you inside.

“Already a little drunk?” You laugh and she nods, holding her red cup high.

You and Tom leave your backpacks in the front entrance, kicking off your shoes too.

“What are you all up to?” You ask as Wendy leads you down the hallway to the combined kitchen and living room.

“Well we’ve got alcohol and mixers here,” she says, pointing at the choices on the counter, “and some of the cast is playing truth or dare in my room, the rest of us are hanging out up here.”

“Truth or dare? Now that could be fun,” Tom laughs, pouring himself and you some sprite.

“I guess? Yeah let’s go check it out,” you say, taking the cup from him. You both preferred not to drink, not a fan of hard liquor. A part of you was still in stage management mode and wanted to make sure everyone was staying safe and feeling okay.

“What up what up?” Tom asks as you both walk into Wendy’s room.

Piper, Diego, Quentin, Sarah, And Rachel were all sitting in a circle on her floor, laughing with red cups in hands.

“Hey!!!” Quentin greets you both and they all shuffle around to make room for the both of you in the circle.

“Hey Tom, truth or dare?” Diego asks.

“Hmmm, dare.”

“I dare you to chug your cup right now.”

He smirks at you and raises his eyebrows at Diego before drinking his entire cup, his face scrunching up in a fake scowl to pretend he’s got actual alcohol in there.

“Dude!” Diego laughs as Tom shows him the empty cup.

“Alright, uhh, Sarah, truth or dare?” Tom asks.

“Dare,” she says.

“I dare you to do a handstand.”

“A HANDSTAND? I’m so drunk right now I don’t know,” she says standing up, stumbling a little bit. You all scoot farther away from her as she prepares herself. She was a dancer, been doing handstands for ages so it wasn’t something she couldn’t do. After successful doing a handstand for a few seconds she plops back down on the floor.

The game goes on for a little bit, as the drink flows between the rest of the group the questions and dares are a little more out there.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Quentin asks.

“Truth.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?”

You laugh, of course they’d want to know, “uhh end of last week? Right before tech since we’ve spent all our time in the theatre but don’t worry Luke and I will make up for it tomorrow,” you blush, you had planned to spend the day at his dorm, his roommate conveniently gone for the weekend.

“Damn girl get it,” Sarah laughs.

“Truth or dare Tom?”

“Truth.”

“Oh my god y’all are so lame!” Piper moans, “don’t gotta chose truth all the time.”

“This is literally the first time I’ve chosen truth Pipes,” Tom says, rolling his eyes.

“What’s your biggest fear?”

“Probably spiders, Diego, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“I dare you to kiss anyone you want right now, with their consent of course,” Tom smirks, looking at you. You both knew that Diego had a huge crush on Quentin, and Quentin liked him too. Maybe they’d finally get their heads out of their asses.

He blushes and looks over at Quentin who’s sitting next to him, blush on his cheeks as well, looking right back.

“Can I, can I kiss you?” Diego asks and Quentin nods, leaning over to quickly kiss Diego before sitting down again.

Sarah is howling with laughter, “finally!”

“What do you mean finally?” Diego asks.

“You two have been dancing around each other, stupid crushes and can’t even articulate how you feel when you’re in THEATRE, you should know how to get your point across.”

“Yeah yeah shut up Sarah,” Diego laughs, “truth or dare Piper?”

“Truth.”

You and Tom look at each other, after she made fun of both of you for choosing truth.

“Who’s the last person you had sex with?”

“Luke,” she slurs, giggling a little.

“Luke?” You ask, brows furrowed, she obviously must mean some other Luke, there’s plenty of Luke's here. Not your Luke, Luke Winters.

“Yeah, like three months ago why?”

You can feel your heart beating faster in your chest.

“Luke Winters?” You hear Tom ask.

“Yes?” Piper asks, sounding confused as to why you’re both questioning it.

You stand up, legs shaking, running out of the room, you can hear Tom following you, people calling after you but you can’t take in what they’re saying.

You rush out of the apartment, you hear Tom tell Wendy you’re not feeling to great and he’ll take you back to your dorm.

“Y/N, wait, come here, you’re gonna get hit by a car! Stop!” Tom shouts, grabbing your shoulder and turning you towards him.

You’re crying, tears running down your face, he pulls you into a hug as you sob.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay,” he says, holding you tight.

“I need to, needa talk to him, need to figure this out.”

“Are you sure you want to?” He says as you pull away from him.

“Yes, cause maybe, maybe Piper was lying.”

“Exactly, so why don’t we go back to your dorm, calm down, and talk to him tomorrow morning?”

“No, I need to talk to him now,” you say, pulling out your phone.

“Y/N, you don’t want to do that,” Tom says, taking your phone out of your hands.

“Give it back Tom,” you say, reaching for it but he holds it over his head.

“Y/N, this is a conversation you need to have with him in person.”

“Fine,” you say, stalking off.

“Where are you going?” He says, jogging after you.

“To his dorm!”

“Y/N, come on, it’s late, this can wait.”

“No, no Tom it really can’t.”

“Okay, at least let me come with you, mediate.”

“Fine,” you say, giving up as Tom falls in step beside you, handing you your phone back. You notice that Luke has texted you.

Luke: you were so great tonight, can’t wait to see you tomorrow

You frown, tears welling up in your eyes again. Ignoring him you shove your phone in your pocket and you and Tom walk in silence towards Luke’s dorm.

You get in, waiting for someone else to show up so you can swipe you in, you only have access to your own building.

You make your way to his dorm eventually, knocking on his door. Tom stands to the side, leaning against the wall, watching your demeanor.

You’re shaking, you’ve stopped crying, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

“Y/N, hey!” Luke says, swinging the door open.

“Did you?”

He looks at you confused, you push your way into his dorm room, Tom following behind you.

“Whoa, Tom, hi to you too I guess?” Luke asks, shutting the door, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Did you fuck Piper?”

He sighs, nodding.

“What the fuck?!” You scream.

“What do you mean what the fuck?”

“You had SEX WITH SOMEONE, WHILE WE’RE DATING?! AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY?”

“Y/N, we, I, we never said we were like in a closed relationship, I figured you knew that.”

“A CLOSED RELATIONSHIP? AREN’T ALL RELATIONSHIPS CLOSED? WHY WOULD WE HAVE AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP?”

“Because we’re in college? Because nobody stays committed to just one person in college, yeah we’re dating but it’s not like we can’t see other people.”

“Oh, and that’s something you just decided? You decided that our relationship was open without even bothering to, I don’t know, ASK?”

“I thought that was a given.”

“A given? A fucking given?” You’re screaming, you don’t give a fuck if his entire floor hears, if the entire dorm building hears.

“Y/N, let’s talk about this, it doesn’t have to be open if you don’t want it to be.”

Before you realize what you’re doing you’re slapping him, and Tom is dragging you out of his room.

“I don’t want to see you, talk to you, EVER AGAIN ASSHOLE!” you shout as he slams the door, Tom’s arms around your waist, practically carrying you down the hallway.

“Y/N, listen to me, please, calm down, you’re too angry right now,” he says as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. He’s whispering in your ear and you try to calm your breathing as his arm’s loosen their grip.

“He, he, just, I can’t believe him,” you are still seething as you leave his dorm building, Tom’s arm still around your waist, trying to calm you down, rubbing your side and whispering in your ear how everything’s going to be alright, everything will be okay eventually.

He guides you back to his dorm building, you don’t even realize you’re standing in front of his door and not your own until you look up and see the wrong number.

“You don’t want your roommate to see you like this,” he says, unlocking his door.

Everything was happening so fast, you thought you really liked Luke, you weren’t going to say love because you’ve only been together for 7 months but, you wanted him to meet your parents, you wanted to be with him for a long time. You’re still shaking, don’t know whether to scream or cry so you let out a short shriek and break down, sobbing as Tom wraps his arms around you, dropping his backpack and your own on the ground, letting you cry.

“It’s gonna be okay, shh, cry it out, let it out,” he mumbles against your head. He holds you as you cry, until you literally can’t cry anymore and he still holds you as you shake.

“Come on, let’s sit down,” he says, guiding you to his bed.

You sit down, looking at your hands on your lap, trembling.

“You know, he’s a fucking idiot, nobody just decides a relationship is open before talking with their partner,” he says, sitting next to you and holding your hand.

His thumb rubs the skin of your hand, trying to calm you down. He did it often, if you were studying and got anxious, if you were anxious about a cue you were practicing with him. He’d take your hand in his, just holding it, a small comfort. It always worked, and tonight was much the same.

“I don’t, I can’t believe Piper never said anything, never even mentioned it, ‘hey I fucked your boyfriend’.”

“I mean, to be fair she probably thought you knew and just didn’t want to make things awkward.”

“Oh god, his entire fucking dorm heard me didn’t they?”

“So what if they did, he’s an asshole, deserves it.”

“Thanks Tom,” you sigh, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Any day sweetheart.”

Before you can recognize your own movements, you’re turning towards Tom, kissing him. You’re not sure why you’re kissing him. You’re upset, you’re mad at Luke, you sort of want to forget about Luke. He pulls away from you after a few moments, it took everything in him to actually pull away.

“Y/N, you’re not, you’re not in the right headspace, you shouldn’t be kissing me right now. You’re upset about Luke, you don’t want to do something you’ll regret.”

“I wouldn’t regret this.”

“Why don’t you calm down and rest, think about this, about, everything, okay? And if you still wanna kiss me later, you can kiss me then.”

“You’d want to kiss later?”

“Yes but that’s not the point, you can stay here if you want, my roommate’s back home for the weekend.”

“Can I, can we rest together? Can you just hold me?” you ask, staring at him.

“Of course,” he says, “lemme find you something nicer to wear to sleep than those jeans and shirt.”

You nod and he gets up, looking through his drawers and pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and a t-shirt for you.

“I’m gonna get changed and brush my teeth, you can change here okay? Will you be alright?”

You nod as he hands you his clothes.

You change after he leaves, checking your phone. There’s more than a dozen messages from Luke but you ignore them all and block his number. You’re fucking done.

Tom knocks, “you decent?”

“Yes,” you say, crossing your arms in front of yourself, he gave you one of his university t-shirts, they gave one to everyone when you first got here, all extra large so it was pretty big on you.

He steps back in, “I think I’ve got an extra toothbrush,” he says, rummaging through his bedside table.

“Thanks Tom,” you say as he hands that and the tube of toothpaste to you.

You brush your teeth in the girls bathroom on the floor before making your way back to his room. He’s lounging on his bed, phone in hand. He places it down when you get back, patting the spot next to him. The dorm beds are twin beds, not leaving much room for the both of you so you lay next to him, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side, your leg wrapping around his.

“Try to get some rest,” Tom says, kissing your cheek.

And you do, you fall asleep rather quickly. It’s been a long day, it’s incredibly late and you just had your heart torn in two.

Tom however stays awake, thinking about the events that unfolded. Thinking about how you kissed him, thinking about how he wanted to keep kissing you, thinking about how he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability so he stopped. He wanted you to be in the right state of mind while you kissed him, which admittedly was something he thought about often.

****

You woke up to the feeling of Tom’s hand running up and down your arm, drawing circles into your skin.

“Hi,” you smile at him and he smiles back.

“Morning.”

“Morning it is,” you say, relaxing in his arms.

“Have a good sleep?”

“Yes, was nice to forget about all the fuckery that happened last night.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I guess, I guess I wish we had been more communicative, Luke and I, wish we told each other everything, kinda like you and I, wish he didn’t keep secrets, wish I don’t know, he told me he hooked up with Piper, so I could’ve broken it off three months ago.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yeah but what do I deserve? If I’m stupid enough to not even realize he slept with someone else, what the fuck do I deserve?”

“You deserve the goddamn world sweetheart. Wish you would understand that.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“It’s what you deserve.”

“You know, this is cheesy as fuck but maybe that book was right, what was it? The one that says we accept the love we think we deserve? Maybe I went along with Luke because I don’t think I deserve any better.”

“Sweetheart, how can I make you understand you deserve the world?”

“Dunno, gonna take time,” you shrug, laying your head on his chest.

“Well I’m glad that’s something we’ve got.”

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