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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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Fly Back To Me (Soulmate!Hangman - Part 2)

Pairing: Soulmate!Hangman x Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: None yet, maybe a sexual innuendo or two but nothing else. Just some fluffy feel good filler

Summary: She used to daydream about her soulmate who would show up in a plane to take her away from everything, who would save her from everything she’d grown up in. He would show her the world, give her her freedom, teach her to fly…. Only he never came. She showed herself the world, found her own freedom, taught herself to fly… And now here he was, just after the nick of time.

Notes: Sorry this took so long. I originally was going to go a different way, but I'm restructuring the story a bit I think. Also, this was not edited or beta-read... cause... just cause.

Part One

"Spill. Now."

(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin as Halo turned on the lamp above the armchair in the corner.

"Fuck!" She shouted, holding a hand to her chest. "Jesus Halo, you scared the shit out of me. How long have you been sitting there? Did you get that shit from a dad in a tv show?"

"Yes I did actually, and I'm honestly not even mad about the waiting. It was worth it." Halo smirked, pushing herself to the edge of her seat and balancing her elbows on her knees with her chin in her hands. "Now tell me what I missed."

For the first time in her life, (Y/n) looked at Halo… and hesitated.

(Y/n) didn’t have much of a family. She had a brother she spoke to every now and then, and her parents were still alive and very much in love. But none of them were all that close. She called her brother about once a month for quick, disinterested life updates and her parents on their birthdays, not that they returned the favor on hers. None of them had come to her graduation from the academy. Her brother had come to her graduation from Top Gun but only because he was already in California and happened to have the day off anyway.

Halo was, for all intents and purposes, her family. They had been flying together for years. She spent more time in the air with Halo than she’d spent with anyone in her life except maybe her college roommate, and she’d definitely had deeper and more meaningful conversations with Halo than the absolute human tornado in the bed next to her in the dorms. Halo asked her to be the maid of honor at her upcoming wedding, and from the moment (Y/n) saw Hangman in the bar she knew Halo would be hers too, whenever they got to that point many years from now.

She knew she could tell Halo anything, and Halo would be on her side. And she didn’t doubt that for even a moment now, but this time there were extenuating circumstances. There were potential consequences. If she told Halo, she didn’t know what she would be dragging her into… but this was Halo. And (Y/n) couldn’t keep a secret from Halo.

(Y/n), heart still hammering a little too fast, leaned on the back of the couch with her shoulder out towards Halo. Without a word, she pushed her sleeve up.

Halo stood up and moved closer to get a better look at her friend's shoulder. It made her gasp.

Marks weren't exactly a private thing. It was hard to be private about something tattooed in such an exposed place on one's skin, and most marks were full sentences, a lot longer and harder to hide than (Y/n)'s.

Among children, there was no hesitation at all; kids loved to show off their marks and hypothesize who their soulmate would be and when they’d meet. But as those children grew into adults and some of them found their soulmates while others waited on for decades, the marks themselves became rather taboo. Asking what someone’s mark said was on par with asking someone how much money they made. You could, but no one did.

Soulmates were a joyous, exciting part of daily life that wasn’t at all shied away from, but marks themselves were a haunting reminder for those who hadn’t found their soulmate yet of how much longer they had to wait.

(Y/n) was even more sensitive than most about how long she’d waited to meet her soulmate; maybe because, when she was a kid, she’d dwelled on her soulmate so much. Halo was (Y/n)’s best friend and her only real family, and yet (Y/n) had never shown Halo her mark.

Halo had known her soulmate since high school. It would have been weird, taboo, for her to ask, and (Y/n) hadn’t exactly been keen to offer it up.

The closest (Y/n) ever got to confirming what her mark said was about a week after they was transferred into her backseat. Drunk one night with a couple other already mated pilots who started showing off their marks, one asshole had asked (Y/n) about hers. He received a chorus of boos as reward, and (Y/n) said, “Noose is close enough.”

Halo had never considered...

"Hangman..." Halo reached out and touched the ink in her skin. "And his is..."

"Noose." (Y/n) confirmed.

There was a long moment of silence as Halo processed. The, admittedly insanely attractive, asshole pilot from the bar was her best friend's soulmate...

Halo started to laugh.

"Shut up!" (Y/n) whacked her on the shoulder. She was trying hard to maintain the grave, serious expression she’d walked in the door with, but it was quickly giving way to a smile. "You're supposed to be helping me."

"Oh I will," Halo still chuckled, "But come on. He's hot. You're hot. He's an asshole. Assholes are your type. It's a literal match made in heaven.”

“Not right now it’s not...” It was the way her words trailed off.

“You’re not gonna report it.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement. The question was what was creeping into the corner of Halo’s eyes.

Halo was a big fan of playing hard, but when she was on the job there was no one more work hard. She was, at her core, a stickler for the rules.

Halo could throw back shots faster than the boys could buy them for her. She closely coveted her high score on the Hard Deck’s pinball machine and always challenged Fritz beer pong even though she always lost. She’d met her soulmate at sunset at a beach party after her high school graduation, and she had a habit of going out every afternoon and taking a picture of every sunset they spent apart to send to him. Off the clock, she was a riot, loyal to a fault, and a hopeless romantic.

On the clock, she followed the rules to a tee. Because she knew that was what would keep her alive, keep her coming back to her soulmate every time.

Halo didn’t know the answer to the question in her eyes, but (Y/n) already did.

“You won’t turn me in.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Dude,” Coyote slapped Hangman on the shoulder as the pair loaded in the front seat of Coyote’s truck. “I saw you and that chick who copied your callsign head out back…” The words trailed off as Coyote pulled out onto the street.

Coyote was going to let Hangman fill in the blanks. It was Hangman, so of course Coyote knew what had happened in the alley. He was just curious. He and Hangman always traded stories of the tag-chasers around the Hard Deck when they were in TopGun. It would’ve been a first, for both of them, with another pilot though.

Hangman resisted the nagging urge to spout out some bullshit insult in his friend’s direction, to emphatically insist that Coyote shut the fuck up and take Noose’s name out of his mouth. Coyote didn’t know what he was saying, or who he was saying it about.

He was thankful, for once, to be in the passenger seat. As Coyote pulled up to the first stop light, Hangman asked, “You ever seen my soulmark?”

Coyote absently shook his head, not really paying attention. This was a change of topic, completely unrelated, and he assumed Hangman didn’t want to talk about Noose. Instead, he took to glaring at the red light that absolutely did not need to be red because no cars ever drove down this cross street at night.

Hangman tucked the sleeve of his Navy uniform up under the shoulder of his shirt and slapped Coyote in the arm when the other pilot didn’t immediately look over.

Coyote’s head turned to look at what Hangman was showing him. He’d never really thought much about Hangman’s soulmark because he’d never really thought much about his own soulmark honestly. When it happened it’d happen; no point being miserable, waiting around forever in the meantime.

“Noose.”

The car lurched where it sat on the line as his foot eased off and then slammed back down on the break in his moment of absolute shock. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Hangman quickly pulled the sleeve back out over the mark and gave Coyote a much harder smack on the arm, pointing up at the light. It had turned green, not that Coyote had noticed.

His best friend, his wingman, the notorious womanizer who could have any woman in the world, was marked for good. There were more important things than a fucking green light. There were no other cars on the road anyway.

Coyote let the car creep up to twenty as he got going down the road again, not daring to go any faster as he kept glancing to the side at Hangman.

“Hers matches?”

“It says Hangman.” Hangman nodded in confirmation.

Coyote glanced over again. “And she’s… I mean, is she… Ya know, is she cool, I guess?”

Coyote didn’t have many friends who’d found their soulmates. He’d definitely never been the first person a friend confided in when they found their soulmate, and he’d never witnessed anyone finding their soulmate either for that matter, friend or stranger. He didn’t really know what to ask.

Hangman snorted, “I just fucking met her Coyote.” Hangman desperately wanted to say yes. “I don’t know, but I’d guess so.” They’d only talked for half an hour, but she’d kept him smiling the whole time. “She is my soulmate after all.” She’d practically had to force him to go back inside before anyone got suspicious. “I doubt I’m that much of a dick that the universe would curse me.” He’d only just fucking met her, but he was pretty sure already that he didn’t deserve her.

“Does command… Are you gonna tell them tomorrow?”

Hangman fully turned in his seat, making eye contact with Coyote that lasted objectively too long to be safe to drive. “Fuck no, and if you tell anyone I’ll kick your ass.”

Hangman had more tours under his belt and a confirmed air kill. If Coyote told anyone about his soulmate, it would be her they’d take off the mission.

She’d earned her place here; Hangman wasn’t about to let her lose it because of him.

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There was no strict rule against soulmates working in the same unit in any branch of the military. There were, of course, protocols to follow regarding reporting those relationships and the types of work they could engage in together. Dangerous, deadly runs where there was a high likelihood that soulmates would be put in the position of deciding to save their other half or complete the mission were usually frowned upon.

However, last time (Y/n) checked – which admittedly was many years ago and she’d forgotten most of it – the book gave very strict instructions on how to handle reporting soulmates through the chain of command during regular course of duty, but there wasn’t anything in the book about how to report one’s soulmate when you were on special, top secret, short-term assignments that could literally only be performed by a pair of soulmates. (She was very sure the process was technically supposed to apply in all situations, but… it wasn’t explicit.)

Hangman didn’t want to be taken off the mission any more than she did. They didn’t know what the mission was, but the caliber of pilots that had been called back told them all they needed to know.

Hangman was top of his class and had the only air-to-air kill in the 21st century. (Y/n) was top of her class and already had two commendations for valor. Fritz had earned his callsign when he’d perfectly landed an F-18 that was ‘on the fritz’ and had the entire control panel shut down 50 miles off shore during a training run. Coyote still held the record for most dogfight victories in a single TopGun class. Rooster was something of a legend with the top brass and was almost certainly going to be fast-tracked, and Phoenix was the first female aviator to ever top her TopGun class.

They’d agreed, as they’d walked back into the Hard Deck, to keep this to themselves, at least until the mission was over.

That was, (Y/n) quickly realized, easier said than done.

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She was exhausted, laying in a pool of her own sweat on the tarmac in the shade of her parked plane. She didn’t have the energy to move. Her arms were too dead to push herself off the ground, and her legs felt like jello when she even thought about trying to stand up.

She’d done so well the first round. Maverick hadn’t even got near her. If Omaha hadn’t banked left they might’ve actually survived. The second round she’d been shot down pretty routinely after a modest amount of time, but the third round Maverick just had her number. She’d gotten her and Halo and Fritz shot down in just a few minutes. It was one of those demoralizing defeats that made her – briefly – question why she even got invited back to TopGun in the first place.

Before she was even out of her plane completely, she’d waved Fritz and Halo off, pointing them back towards the hangar. “Not a chance. That one’s on me.”

“It’s 600 pushups,” Hondo said, strolling over to the trio, “y’all are a team.”

“A team I got killed. It’s on me.”

Halo and Fritz both looked hesitant. That was a lot of fucking pushups, but they both knew better than to argue with (Y/n). She was as stubborn as they came. She wasn’t going to have it. If she thought she should do the 600 pushups, she’d do 600 pushups, whether they contributed 200 or not.

“Bring me some water,” She ordered Halo as she dropped down to start.

Halo brought out three bottles of water around pushup 30. She stopped for water at 200. Hondo offered her an out at pushup 350 when Harvard and Yale showed up to do theirs, but she asked for a break while they did their 200 instead.

She was drinking her bottle of water and giving her arms a rest when Hangman came by with Rooster and winked at her before he took to the sky. She just smiled and rolled her eyes.

Harvard and Yale hadn’t been shot down yet that day, and those Ivy League assholes cranked out 200 in no time, way faster than she wanted them to.

Hondo left her alone at pushup 500 to go police Rooster, who was struggling through his third 200 of the day. Hondo was clearly hoping she’d stop, offering her an out, but she just kept counting herself. When she’d finally finished, she flopped over in her own sweat.

Rooster had come by at some point after finishing his and asked her if she needed help getting inside, but she declined, opting instead to lay in the shade for a little while longer.

How much time passed, she wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t have been more than an hour.

“Do I need to carry you, or can you stand?”

“Really,” (Y/n) breathed out, barely pealing her eyelids back to look up at Hangman standing over her, “How did you, of all people, get out of today with only 200?”

Backlit by the setting sun, his flight suit hung around his waist and his tank top discarded in favor of a bare chest, with his tousled blonde hair flowing in a breeze she couldn’t feel on the ground, he looked like Adonis.

“Hey, 200 is still a lot of pushups. Don’t act like you weren’t impressed. I saw you checking me out when you and Fritz came out.” Hangman stooped and tucked his arms under her, completely unphased by how damp every inch of her and the ground underneath her was.

“You’re my soulmate I’m allowed to check you out whenever I want.” (Y/n)’s head lulled onto his shoulder, and her eyes slid shut again.

“At least buy me dinner first, darlin’.” Hangman chuckled. “You’d have had 400 total if you weren’t so damn honorable.”

(Y/n) sighed contentedly and leaned further into Hangman’s chest, looking for all the world like she was about to fall asleep in his arms at any moment. “It was my fault they got hit… They have soulmates too.”

Hangman said nothing in response. She couldn’t muster the energy to look up to see his reaction, but she felt the way his arms under her stiffed, the way his grip on her side got a little tighter, the gap between him and her getting a little closer.

Something about the statement got to Hangman, but she didn’t know what. (Y/n) didn’t know him very well, or really at all for that matter. They’d had all of one conversation – a really nice conversation but still. Most of that was spent teasing each other about their callsigns and grinning like the absolute idiots they both were before they got down to business of when to report this.

She knew all of five facts about Jake “Hangman” Seresin: 1) He had not played the word game Hangman since sixth grade. 2) His lockscreen on his phone when he got her number was a picture of his pit bull named Carface after the pit bull from All Dogs Go To Heaven. 3) The pit bull was renamed that by his sister after he adopted it from a pound. 4) He had one sibling, a teenaged half-sister named Charlotte who he wished he was closer to. 5) Charlotte was his half-sister on his mom’s side, and he’d never met his dad.

Adding to the list of things about him (Y/n) did not know. She didn’t know where he was taking her or why, but she was too exhausted to question it. She was too exhausted to think about anyone seeing them or hearing her call him her soulmate. She was too exhausted to look around and check where the other pilots were.

She didn’t know Hangman, but she was pretty sure, positive in fact, that he wouldn’t hurt her.

She thought she heard a ‘Thanks, Coyote,’ but that could’ve been a dream because as Hangman set her down, she promptly fell asleep.

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(Y/n) woke up in a familiar, yet also unfamiliar bed. It was a standard military housing bed, but it was not her standard military housing bed. Her bed had a quilt from her grandmother draped over the end year-round and a couple extra pillows she took with her to every on-base housing unit she’d ever lived in since there were never enough.

A loud groan escaped her lips. Her muscles were still aching, throbbing just beneath her skin. She managed to roll, quite literally roll, out of bed. Flopping off of the bed and catching herself as she fell to the floor, her arms practically groaned with the effort.

(Y/n) would’ve normally been disconcerted waking up in someone else’s bed not knowing how she got there or where there was, but she was pretty sure she knew the who. And from the smell that was permeating the room, she also thought she knew where to find him.

Exactly as expected, she found Hangman in the kitchen, standing over a pan on the stove. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it had clearly been a decent amount. Hangman had changed into a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants and a tight, white Navy t-shirt. He’d clearly had time to take a shower at some point because his formerly sweaty hair was fluffy and clean and free of product, though he was now sporting a pretty heavy five o’clock shadow.

It was a good look for him. She imagined most looks were a good look for Hangman; he had one of those bodies (and one of those attitudes) that could pull off just about anything. But this, this particularly relaxed, everyday look at him, comfortable within the walls of his own home, guard down, with no pretense, just the right amount of stubble, and raw attractiveness, it was definitely his look.

She tried not to confront the inevitability that she would probably be spending many days, the rest of her days, looking at this when she came home. It was a little too much to compute when all she wanted to do right now was watch the way his shoulders moved under the thin cotton shirt.

“Evening there, sleepyhead.” Hangman smiled as he glanced up and saw her standing awkwardly in the arch of the hallway.

“Good evening…” She trailed off and took a glance towards the front of the house out the window. It was definitely nighttime.

“It’s 21:00.” Hangman answered her unasked question. “You’ve been asleep for about three and a half hours.”

“Seriously?” (Y/n) shuffled towards a small lip of countertop facing into the kitchen with two stools tucked underneath and slipped onto the nearest one. “You should’ve woken me up. I’m sorry.”

Hangman chuckled, turning back to whatever he was cooking. “We had an early call time, and you did 800 pushups plus a mission briefing and flying four dogfights. I’m pretty sure you earned it.”

He looked surprisingly at ease in the kitchen. Having a kitchen towel casually thrown over one shoulder did not make automatically make anyone a chef, but it definitely contributed to the aesthetic. As did the way he wafted some of the air over the pan towards his nose, grabbing a few spices from beside the stove in response to whatever he smelled.

He was clearly in his element, and it was a sight (Y/n) did not want to interrupt. She was learning something new about him.

“Now don’t get your hopes up,” Again, Hangman seemed to be able to sense what she was thinking and flitted his gaze back towards her with a grin, “I’m great with a grill, and I can barbecue just about anything. But I only know how to make like four things in the kitchen.”

“By barbecue do you mean with like… a smoker?” (Y/n) leaned her elbows on the counter and propped her chin on her hands.

(Y/n) felt a nagging sense of awkwardness in her subconscious that was worried she was imposing on him, but her conscious mind was making a point to squash it, to not think about it. This was her soulmate, and if she was allowed to feel comfortable around anyone it would be him, even if she didn’t know him well. Besides, the universe, or more accurately Maverick, had given her an opportunity to remedy that, to get to know him.

“Of course,” Hangman agreed, “you think this accent’s just for show?”

(Y/n) hedged her bets, “Texas?”

“Born and bred,” he confirmed, raising his pointer and pinky finger in the air on one hand.

“University of Texas.” This time she knew it.

Hangman glanced back, slightly wide eyed, “You know it? Didn’t peg you for a football girl.”

“I’m not,” (Y/n) shook her head, “but my brother played in college.”

“No shit!” He exclaimed. Hangman pulled his pan off the lit burner and turned the knob to off before he turned around, leaning back against the stove and crossing his arms over his chest, “Where’d he play?”

(Y/n) bit her lip and tried not to grin, “Oklahoma.”

Hangman scoffed and turned back around, rummaging through the cabinets for a pair of plates and glasses. “Well, I’m so sorry this didn’t work out, Noose! You really seem like a lovely person, but what can I say the universe just gets it wrong sometimes.”

(Y/n) broke out in a peal of laughter. When Hangman turned back around his expression was stern, serious, but there was such a humorous light in his eyes that she just kept on laughing anyway.

After leaving her hanging for several seconds, he joined in.

“It’s (Y/n), you know,” (Y/n) pointed out to him after a moment, “my name.”

Hangman hummed to himself, “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I prefer Noose. I’ve been thinkin’ about you as Noose my whole life. Didn’t have anything else to call ya, so you were always Noose to me, even before I knew it was your callsign. Besides, it reminds me we’re soulmates, makes me feel like we’re a matching set. Hangman and Noose.” Hangman dished whatever pasta concoction he’d created out onto the two plates and offered one to (Y/n). “Do you mind?”

(Y/n) accepted her plate as she felt a blush begin to color her cheeks, “No I don’t mind.”

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scarisd3ad · 7 months

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Promptober day 26 - comforting cc after mike scared him

Pairing - cc x sister!reader, mike x sister!reader

Warnings - mentions of bad father/abuse

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I sat on the couch, my arm crossed over my chest as I watched TV while both my younger brothers sat in their rooms doing their own thing. Mike is being his usually angsty teen self and Evan playing with his toys. Our father was out working like he always was leaving me to watch both of them. A loud wail and evil laughter interrupted my TV show before the sound of feet pattering against the wood floor. I’m met with my youngest sibling turning the corner, tears pouring down his cheeks as he leapt up into my arms.

“what’s wrong?! what’s wrong?!” I ask frantically as I grip his face with both my hands. My thumb comes up to wipe away the tears that were falling down his cheeks. “Micheal...” he cried out before sobs interrupted his sentence. I let out a sigh. I don’t know what was wrong with Mike, he always liked to fuck with Evan. he scared Evan so bad he couldn’t sleep in his bed most of the time he’d opt for sleeping in our father’s bed.

Maybe it was because Evan was the favorite after Lizzy, but Lizzy was gone now, so obviously Evan was our father’s favorite. Maybe Mike envied how our father treated Evan better than him. Ever since before I could remember, Dad treated Mike the worst. I don’t know why, though.

Mike did have our father’s looks. He had the same facial features and hair color; he was a carbon copy of our father. So much so that he was often mistaken for our father. Maybe that’s where Dad’s problems lay. Maybe he was so insecure that he took that out on the son who looked the most like him. That was unfair, but that never gave Mike the right to take that out on Evan.

I pull Evan close before whispering, “Stay here alright? I’ll talk to him.” Evan shakes his head “No-no don’t he’ll scare me again.” I let out a sigh “I’ll make sure he won’t” I get up off of the couch and begin to walk down the hallway towards Mike’s room. The door is closed, showing off the ‘do not enter’ sign that was hung on it. My fist bangs against the wood. “Micheal open the door. We need to talk,” My voice is stern, the type of voice our mother used to use when she needed to get a handle on us. “it’s open,” I hear him mutter. My hand reaches down, and I place it against the cold metal doorknob. I turn the knob and push the door open, revealing the dark room.

I could see him hunched over in his chair next to his desk with a foxy mask clutched in his left hand. “Why-why do you keep doing this? It’s not fair,” I say, my hands resting against my hips. “You know why,” he mutters, “well then take it out on Dad, not Evan” I can almost hear mike’s eyes roll. “c’mon mike, just lay off of him for a while god dammit. treat him like a fucking human” I hear Mike groan before the Rollie chair he’s sat in turns so he’s facing away from me. “Dad doesn’t treat me like a human,” Mike mutters, “and that’s not Evan’s fault” I whisper. “wh-why does he treat him like a human and not me? We’re both his sons. ob-obviously he loved Liz the most Bec-because she was his little girl, and you-you are too but dads always hated me ever since I was born, he never hated Evan” I could hear mikes voice crack as he spoke which made my heart drop. I’ve never seen my brother cry, never in my 17 years of life. Not when our dad would purposely forget him at school, or when dad would beat him after he got c’s in math. Not even a tear would fall down his cheek. “At first I just assumed he never wanted a son, bu-but then Evan came along and he’s the best thing to ever happen to him wh-what’d I do to deserve that?”

“Mike...” I whisper, my voice giving out in my throat as I stare at my brother. “You-he’s an asshole, you know that,” I murmur as I shove my hands into my pockets. “that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt my feelings,” he mutters with a sigh as the chair he’s sat in turns so he’s facing me once again. His face is illuminated by the small desk lamp that sat on his desk, revealing tears that are welling up in his eyes. He blinks back tears before he mutters, “Get out” I let out a sigh as I whisper “Mike let’s just talk; the three of us, put all this shit behind us, let Evan know you-“

“Get out!” he shouts as his left hand comes up to wipe his cheek. “fine” I nod as I reluctantly exit his room, making sure to close the door behind me as I leave. I wipe the tear that had absentmindedly fallen down my cheek. “Is he going to stop?” Evan peeks around the corner, his cheeks tear-stained and his eyes red from tears. “Yes, Ev,” I whisper as I walk over and scoop him up into my arms.

Sometimes I feel like the worst sister ever for not being able to protect Mike. he probably thinks I’m the worst sister ever because now I do everything, I wasn’t able to do for him for Evan, but I was 4 when Mike was born, I was 8 when the abuse started there was nothing I could do. I could barely pick up my backpack, let alone stop my dad from mentally and physically abusing my 5-year-old brother.

But now I’m 17 and I’m not putting up with the bullshit from our father. Now I do my best to stop our father, but most of the time it feels like I’m never enough because I never stopped him when we were little.

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Protector S.R ~

summary: Y/N is frozen in shock after witnessing a brutal crime.

pairing: Spencer ReidxReader

warnings: angst, blood

word count: 636

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

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Y/N just sat there in her car frozen, her body physically shaking with fear but her mind having no grasp of it. The lights around her all became fuzzy as she just stared straight out of her windshield onto the crowded road. Her arms felt heavy so she just laid them on her lap, her body unable to move and her mind screaming. She was unsure if she was actually screaming because all she could hear was the loud ringing in her ears.

Down the street, Spencer began to walk away from the bar, alone. Leaving his team to dance and drink Spencer decided to take the underground home not wanting to be late for work the next day. That's when his instinct kicked in as soon as he saw the mysterious girl in her car staring out her windscreen white as a sheet. He could see how badly her body was shaking even from the distance he was so without hesitation he walked straight towards her window.

That's when he noticed the pop of color on her petrified face was a deep red, blood. As he stepped closer to the car she noticed the amount of blood almost doubled down her arms and then her hands were stained with so much blood, Spencer almost couldn't believe it. Not wanting to frighten the girl too much Spencer slowly opened her driver's door and the girl didn't even move.

"Miss… Can you hear me?" Spencer spoke softly and slowly as to calm the girl. Her head snapped towards the voice and Spencer relaxed when he noticed she wasn't injured just covered in someone else’s blood. Hey (e/c) eyes were still wide with panic and Spencer immediately felt incredibly sorry for whatever she has witnessed.

"Please say you can help… I didn't mean to leave her… I ran to get help but I was too scared to move after getting into the car." Y/N tried to pull coherent sentences together to help Spencer understand her but honestly, she just kept rambling after every single line. Spencer lent on one knee to lower his eye line and hopefully frighten her less. He took her small and stained hands in his and remained in eye contact with the woman.

"My name is Doctor Spencer Reid, I'm part of the FBI. I can maybe help if you tell me your name and what happened." Trying to keep his voice low not to alert the general public around him, Y/N's body language finally softened as she looked into his eyes and could see nothing but kindness from this doctor.

"My name is Y/N… I can't really remember what happened, but I can show you where." Y/N's voice still squeaked at certain parts of her sentence out of fear but she was ultimately calmer around Spencer. She eventually stood up and removed her hands from Spencer's and walked the route she just ran. Spencer didn't say a word to her as he really didn't know what to say. Without hesitation, he followed Y/N down various streets until she stopped at a corner just before the alley way in between two clubs.

"Please don't make me go down there…" Y/N pleaded quietly to Spencer, he could see the fear in his eyes so he didn't push her to go he simply stood beside her as the group texted the team hoping they weren't too drunk to respond. All Spencer could do was stand beside the girl and hold her soaked hand, soaking his in the process but him not caring. She was frightened and needed to be protected no matter how he was with bacteria or how curious he was about what lay in the alley that frightened her so much. He just waited, and that was all Y/N needed right now.

A protector.

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

Chapter 3- Summer Lovin'

Last Summer

Everything changed last summer when he kissed me. It was the last day of our summer at the beach house. I was enjoying a late night in the pool relaxing in the water. Jere, obviously in Jeremiah fashion, cannonballed into the water and our laughter echoed each other when we both came up from the water.

“Can I tell you something, Fel?” His facial expression turned from laughter to seriousness, when I noticed this I too returned a similar look. He swam closer to me, I was intimidated by how close he was to me but part of me felt excitement. I couldn't quite believe it when his lips hovered over mine. There were inches between them and all I wanted him to do was smack them together. I was almost sure that was about to happen, would this mean that our friendship would be tainted? If something went wrong would we ever be able to be just friends again? Maybe he wasn't leaning this close to kiss me, maybe I had something in my hair. His left hand started on my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly under my eye. I felt every movement as he moved his hand to my neck where he touched me gently. I watched as his eyes went from want to need in seconds. The next destination for his fingers to roam was my midsection, he ran his fingers across the line of my bikini bottoms.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” His voice was soft whispers as he leaned into my ear when he spoke. I didn’t speak, I hummed in agreement and nodded, I was speechless. I heard him growl in pleasure as he then moved his hands to my waist, he squeezed and manoeuvred my hips into the moment that he kissed me. It was needy as if he had wanted to do this in forever but the way he stroked me delicately the kiss was full of care and control. I’d only ever kissed Jarrad and one other boy when I was fourteen. Jeremiah had kissed so many and though that scared me I felt utterly safe, like I was his first kiss all over again. I don’t know what came over me because I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, his hands found their way to my back and ass to keep me in the position we were in. It wasn't till he pulled away to look up at me, a look as if to ask if I was okay and that was when the feeling of the kiss changed. I leaned back down and this time it was delicate and slow. It was a kiss that felt cherished and special. That night we spent observing the sky, we pushed the sun loungers together and I snuggled into Jere, one leg hooked over his legs, my head resting on his chest. He had one arm around me and the other behind his neck.

“What are we Jere?” I was scared to ask but I needed to know. I was scared because I didn't want this to be a one time thing like Jere was often prone to. Jere lifted my chin so that our eyes connected.

“You’ve been my best friend for ten years Fel, but there were times I wanted it to be more. I think about you day in and day out and that's all year round, not just summer. I think you're so beautiful and I love the way you have tiny snorts in your laughter. I love it when you wear your strawberry lip gloss. I love it when you pull your hands into your sweatshirt when you get nervous. The year you bought Jarrad here was the most difficult. Watching him hold you, kiss you and whisper things in your ears was vile for me.” I smacked his chest playfully as he scoffed the last part of the sentence.

“C’mon, we weren’t that bad” He was right I did add a tiny snort in my laughter, I don't think I'd ever noticed that before.

“It was bad enough. What I’m saying is I don’t want any high school seniors digging their dirty claws into you this year.”

I was confused. He didn’t give us a label but it also felt like he was making us exclusive. He planted a kiss on my hair and held me tighter to him. I woke up the next morning, not on the sunlounger but in my bed in a t-shirt that definitely wasn’t mine, but definitely smelt like Jeremiah. I looked over at my phone, I’d received several messages but only one that mattered. ‘Good Morning Beautiful Fels.’ I dropped my phone to my chest and pressed my hands to my face to hide the smile that was beaming across my face. My smile soon faded as I realised it was the day summer ended as we were leaving the beach house. I would be four hours away from Jeremiah and Finch college. He would be enjoying college life whilst I fretted over my final exams.

After that summer everything went wrong.

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My Little Scientist- Chapter eight

Recombinant Miles Quaritch x OC

Authors note: so I've decided to change this story from a x reader to x named OC (Gaia) so I can flesh out the character a bit more, I didn't think I would write so many chapters when I started and just feel more comfortable writing OC's in longer stories, hope this is okay with everyone!

and thank you everyone so much for the support, your likes and comments mean so much, honestly writing is the only thing I really enjoy and it's so nice to know that other people enjoy reading what I've written, love you all and I hope you enjoy this next chapter xxx

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Warnings: all the usual ones, Minors DNI

Chapter 9

Once Miles had returned to his room he was disappointed to be greeted with her absence, not even a note to sweeten the abandonment, only his wrinkled shirt laying haphazardly in the mess of sheets. He reached down to feel the material between his fingers, it still smelled of her, and it brought him back to how she looked with it draped over her naked body. He wondered why she'd decided to leave him in the dust, pretending it didn't leave a gaping hole in his chest.

Gaia, however, was preoccupied, thoughts of her impending relocation to a remote base making her head swim with anxiety. She had signed up for this all on her own and she was going to pull through, but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if she'd gotten herself in too deep this time, not to mention the fact that she'd be separated from her whole lab team, and her one and only close friend, June. She knew she hadn't been as close as usual, considering the stressful events of the past few weeks, but that wasn't to say she didn't love her, and that dork Mike who was attached to her hip these days. Maybe she should go and talk to her, but somehow the distance had created an awkward tension between them both that she couldn't seem to break through.

"There's our Colonel's girl, how you doing sweetness?"

A soldier spoke up, loud enough to draw her out of her thoughts, and upon looking around she recognised it to be none other than Lyle Wainfleet.

"My name's not sweetness it's Gaia,"

she scoffed, speeding past the recombinant gym, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Aww come on, don't be like that, we've all gotta live together pretty soon so we'd better get to know each other,"

he crossed her path to block her exit, leaning leisurely against the hallway wall as he looked her up and down in a judgemental fashion.

"Leave me alone Lyle,"

she growled, attempting to hide her shaking legs from the 10 ft tall alien as she held her ground.

"Stop harassing the girl dumbass,"

a female voice caught her attention, coming from the room beside her and turning her head she caught sight of a woman slouched against a bench press who she believed to be Z-dog.

"Oh come on, I was barely even talking. plus she's not scared of us like the others are you girlie? She's dating the Colonel after all."

"We're not dating,"

Gaia interjected, making the faces of the two soldiers faulter, before Lyle coughed out a laugh

"I'll make sure to tell him you said that... or you can tell him yourself if you like,"

mumbling the last part of the sentence, his eyes cast downwards like a scolded puppy as she felt a shadow engulfing her pint-sized body before the familiar voice hit her.

"Tell me what Gaia?"

Turning reluctantly to face him, she was forced to crane her neck uncomfortably to meet his eye, not liking the despondent expression she was met with, especially as she knew she'd been the one to cause it with her own self-centred fears.

"Well I mean, we're not dating are we?"

She knew this time she'd really done it, the way the anger and disbelief flashed across his face so readily, in a way she'd never seen the reserved man exhibit emotion before.

"Well, that's not exactly the view I got when I had my cock down your throat this morning doll, that just something you do for all the soldiers then?"

His words cut her to the core, especially being said in front of his squad, who's respect for her was barely holding on by a thread at best, and even though she knew he only said it because he was angry, and hurt, she couldn't find in herself to forgive him.

"You prick,"

she screeched, shoving his leg, unable to move it even an ich, despite leaning her whole body weight against him, refusing to meet the eyes of Lyle and Z-dog who she could already hear snickering in their corner whilst she was drowning in shame.

"What? we're not dating are we? Or you wanted me to act like your boyfriend all of a sudden?"

She felt so hurt by him, malice dripping from his every word as he flashed her a signature lopsided smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, looking down on her like he might tread on her if he had the chance.

"You know what, you're right, were not dating, so you can take this shit back, have fun exercising your right hand for the rest of your life. asshole."

She spat, snapping the dog tags off her neck to throw them unceremoniously at Mile's stomach. She wanted him to hurt just as bad as he'd made her, and she knew how to do it, taking in the pained look on his face for a split second before turning on her heel and marching off proudly, fighting the urge to flip them all off as the anger surged through her like lava in her veins, unstoppable and ready to destroy anything in its wake.

Miles bent down slowly to scoop the metal chain from the ground, keeping his eyes on her silhouette disappearing steadily from view, stuffing the tags into his back pocket, pretending not the feel the way they'd warmed from her skin, or the way his heart clenched when she threw them back at him. These days it felt like they always fought and he didn't understand why she kept pushing him away, keeping him at arms length and kicking back if he ever got too close.

"What the hell are you lot looking at, you not got anything better to do?"

He snarled suddenly directing his attention back to the crowd of troops that had gathered at the gym entrance, scattering as soon as his ferocious gaze settled on their spying faces. Maybe he should just let her go, she'd made it pretty clear she didn't feel as deeply for him as he did her. To think he was almost reckless enough to say he loved her, he wouldn't let himself get caught up in such trivial things again, he'd lost sight of the main objective, the reason he was even alive, to capture Jake Sully and put an end to the feud between Pandora and the RDA, for humanity.

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The days dragged on and the mission drew closer, nonetheless, Gaia and Miles were still not on speaking terms, brushing past one another in the hallways like strangers, both too stubborn to admit how much they'd missed each other.

"Hey June, Mike,"

Gaia greeted her old friends with a warm smile, seated in the mess hall as always, this time with hands intertwined, June's head resting easily on his shoulder as her eyes met Gaia's.

"Gaia, how have you been babe, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever,"

she smiled softly back to her, making no move to remove herself from her lover.

"I know, it's been forever, I've just been so busy with the mission that I've been rushed off my feet,"

she attempted to laugh, feeling off put by the blatant displays of affection, bringing her thoughts back to the many soft touches and kisses she and Miles had shared.

"Yeah I heard about that, I can't believe you're actually going, do you think it'll be safe?"

She questioned more animatedly, propping her head up at last, to direct her focus away from Mike.

"Yeah, I'll be okay, I can look after myself,"

she smiled halfheartedly, twirling her thumbs as she looked down.

"Yeah and I'm sure Quaritch wouldn't let anything happen to you either,"

she grinned catishly, flashing a raised eyebrow at mike before looking back to her.

"I don't care what he does it's not my problem anymore,"

she grimaced, leaning her chin on her open palm, looking away wistfully as she pretended the revelation of their break up didn't sting.

"What? You guys broke up, you never said...guess that explains why you're here though,"

June chuckled, reaching over to give her shoulder a pat as she pouted like a child.

"We were never together, we just both know that now,"

she paused, locking eyes with June before she spoke again,

"I am sorry, for disappearing like that, I didn't mean to it's just..."

She nodded, the apology seeming to be what was needed to crack the icy demeanour she'd insisted on showing her these past few weeks.

"Aw it's okay Gai, I know, that man's enough to drive anyone insane, I don't know how you handled him for this long,"

she rubbed her arm in comfort, tilting her head to the side as she spoke.

"He can be pretty annoying can't he,"

Gaia grinned sincerely at last, finding solace in her understanding eyes.

"That's an understatement."

Mike appended with an honest laugh, her heart warming at their ability to re-welcome her into their lives despite her neglect to their friendship these past months.

"Thanks guys,"

she laughed along, trying to avoid looking over at the large blue figure that had entered the room moments ago, avoid watching the way he winked at the pretty cook that gave him an extra potato, avoid the way her cheeks glowed red and her eyes cast downwards with a small smile on her glossy lips.

"Just ignore him Gaia,"

June muttered, taking another mouthful of the dry potato and stew on her plate as her eyes stayed trained on the blue man, giving him a scowl whenever he looked her way. She couldn't stay and watch him flirt with someone else, it killed her to see how easily he'd moved on already when she was still in love with the stupid, arrogant man.

"You know, I'm not really hungry, I'm gonna head to bed early, go read a book or something,"

she shot out, rushing to her feet in spite of the noise of protest that left June's mouth, walking briskly with her head down so as not to meet the eyes of a certain Colonel as tears gathered at the corners of her own.

Miles was watching her though, even if she refused to look at him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He wondered if she hated him for what he'd said, wanting nothing more than to follow her out of that room, yet knowing she had to be the one to come to him, he needed her forgiveness before he could go to her, and with the way he'd acted he doubted she'd be receptive, it was time for him to move on and forget about her.

"Colonel, just go and talk to her you two fight like children sometimes,"

Mansk piped up, earning a stone cold glare from his superior that had him dipping his head to stuff food into his mouth in silence.

"He's not wrong Colonel, everyone can see you've been in a foul mood since you both stopped speaking,"

Lyle was the only soldier with the balls to keep prodding the bear, being his corporal gave him a certain leeway that the others hadn't earned.

"You're both so stubborn"

Z-dog uttered under her breath, head in her palm as she observed her ruthless Colonel falling apart at the hands of one, singular, human woman.

"I'd implore you all to shut your pie holes before I make you regret it,"

He arched an eyebrow, sweeping a pair of yellow eyes across the table, watching his troops lower their heads in submission, silence falling over the group at his request, the sour taste left in their mouths not being from the RDA food for once.

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Lyle, Z-dog and Mansk were hanging out in their usual spot outside the base, having just finished another gruelling training session with the Colonel consisting of a 10 mile run along with sparring and strength tests that had them sweating like pigs.

"Lyle, Mansk, we've gotta do something man, I'm gonna die at this rate if Colonel doesn't lay off."

Lyle grunted as he took a swig from Mansk's bottle, eyes flashing to the brooding man as he considered their options.

"Well, what do you suggest Z?

he retorted incredulously.

"I think we should parent trap them or something, they've gotta talk out whatever's going on."

Z-dog rubbed her hands together like the villain of a movie, enjoying having something other than the upcoming mission to think about.

"Come off it, you saw their last fight, they'd kill each other,"

Lyle grimaced at the memory of their peaceful gym session being interrupted once again by the hotheaded blue man.

"Or fuck it out, hate sex is the best kind,"

Mansk quirked an eyebrow as if he were imagining the scenario, or more likely Gaia, still a little too fond of the woman in question.

"Of-course you'd say that,"

Lyle grinned, slapping his back, the water sloshing out of his open bottle with the force, a glare from Mansk being shot right back at him.

"It could work I guess,"

He finally agreed in the silence, it was the only idea they'd got and god damn he knew he'd expire too if he had to run another 10 miles tomorrow.

"I feel like a fucking spy, this is great, I'll take the girl, you lot get the Colonel,"

Z-dog grinned, swaying her hips as she pranced away with her sweat stained shirt slung over her shoulder, making the others groan in annoyance, knowing the Colonel would arguably be the hardest to convince considering nowadays he was such a tightly coiled spring, any minor inconvenience would set him off. Still it was for the good of the team, they needed their Colonel back and they supposed helping him with his terrible relationship skills would just be a bonus for him.

They wouldn't waste any time, they had to get it done tonight, which is why Lyle was now pulling an extra late night session at the gym, all in hopes of spotting the elusive Colonel Quaritch whilst Mansk waited on the sidelines for his queue. It didn't take long for the man to appear, his routines running like clockwork, when he moved immediately over to the treadmill to warm up, Lyle followed to take the machine beside him, striking up friendly conversation.

"Sir, don't usually get to catch a workout with you,"

he called out jovially, slapping the man's broad shoulder, not sparking any reaction from Miles who kept his eyes trained forward, speeding to a jog instead.

"What do you want Lyle?"

He could see through his bullshit immediately, used to the antics of a bunch of young soldiers cooped up on a base for months on end.

"Nothing Sir, I'm just happy to see you,"

he laughed in the silence as his Colonels face twitched in discomfort, knowing he preferred to be left alone at times like these, and he found it quite amusing to wind him up every now and again.

"Although, you might be interested to know Gaia was asking after you, said to tell you she'd be waiting for you in break room."

His ears twitched at the mention of her name, sparking his interest, especially at the thought of her waiting up for him after such a prolonged time apart.

"Don't bullshit me Lyle,"

he growled lowly, speeding up yet again to take his thoughts off of her, her soft golden hair and delicate frame, encasing a volatile soul.

"Oh, hey Mansk, fancy seeing you here,"

Lyle dropped in, not so subtly, watching the recombinant saunter over to the squat rack, not bothering to hide the fact that he had no interest in working, using it to lean against instead.

"Hey there, Lyle don't let me interrupt your interesting conversation,"

he grinned, sarcasm deeply embedded into his words.

"Well now you mention it Mansk, I was just talking about how Sunshine's all alone wating for the Colonel in the break room, you hear about that?"

He snickered, walking lazily on the treadmill, laying out the bait so conspicuously he wondered if the Colonel would stoop so low as to take it, though anything involving his precious scientist he knew he couldn't resist.

"Oh, Sunshine? Yeah I saw her, all on her own, might go keep her company actually, be a shame to let that opportunity go to waste."

His comment drew a whistle from Lyle's lips, stealing a glance at Quaritch who was gripping the bars of the machine so hard his knuckles had started to turn white, his jaw set and lips pursed, still refusing to acknowledge Mank's words.

"Well guess I'll get out of your hair, see you Colonel."

Mansk began to walk slowly for the door, surprised at Quaritch's lack retaliation, that was until he felt himself being ripped away from the exit by his arm, a large man striding in front of him wordlessly, leaving both Mansk and Lyle in stitches, even more so when they noticed he hadn't even bothered to shut off the treadmill in his haste, disappearing down the hall to find his Juliet at last.

They followed swiftly, knowing the jig wasn't up yet and the hardest part was still to come, it was difficult enough to swipe the keys for the room off Quaritch's desk, now they had to be quick enough to lock him in without being noticed by the hypervigilant man.

Luckily for them, once he set his eyes on Gaia, he appeared entranced, stepping into the room without a second thought, not caring to look behind him, that was until both he and Gaia heard the distinct click of a lock, whipping around in unison to see the devious faces of his troops peering back at them through the small pane of glass at the top of the door.

"Sorry sir this is for your own good!"

Lyle shouted through the fogged up window before running away like a coward when Miles marched up to to the locked entrance, attempting to wrench it open from the handle but instead managing to pull the whole thing off, forcing him to acknowledge that they were both stuck in there whether they liked it or not.

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Finn in Twisted Wonderland

Chapter 2: Exploring Campus

A school full of teenagers and staff, but what happens if instead of a normal student being teleported, a five-year-old comes along? Along with Grim breaking in to join him of course.

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It's finally done! This took forever. It's probably not perfect, especially with Finn seeming exactly his age, but I'm happy with where it is as of now and can use this experience to help with future chapters. Any feed back and/or what you want to see next is welcome, if anything at all.

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First chap here

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It wasn't a dream. There really was a kid in his school. Crowley woke up at his desk with a few books open, proving that fact to him. What was he going to do? He had dealt with teenagers. But this kid claimed to be five years old. How was Crowley supposed to deal with a five-year-old? He did seem well-behaved, but he cried a lot. He was a young kid and probably scared, so it was understandable. It was bad enough that Crowley didn't know how to deal with such a young kid already! But, with a crying kid? That cat, Grim, seemed to target that well last night.

He stood up from his chair and headed out of his room. The room he put the kid in was right next to his, so it wasn't much of a walk. He knocked on the door. “Little one… uh…” What was the kid's name again? Finn. “Finn, you should wake up now.” How is he ever going to explain this? He accepted a kid AND monster into his school. One as a student and taking partial care of the other. But, what option did he have?

He knocked again only to hear some slight stirring on the other side of the door. He opened the door. “Finn?” The kid was already sitting up as Crowley entered. He was lying on a simple twin-sized bed with Grim sleeping on the end of the bed.

“Hello, Mister… uh… What's your name?” Wait, did Crowley not give out his name? Last night was chaotic, so it's possible that it slipped his mind.

“Oh! Crowley! My name is Mister Crowley, the headmaster of this school. I'm the one who runs it.” Is this kid really five? What five-year-old uses ‘mister’ automatically?

“Thank you!” Finn beamed at him. He was definitely a weird kid. Crowley’s face must have betrayed his confusion. Finn seemed to notice it, at least. He got really close to the other’s face as he asked, “Are you alright Mister Crowley?”

“Yes! I'm alright, but you are five, correct?” He asked while lightly pushing the kid back. Finn gave a small nod in response. “Are you absolutely sure? Entirely sure?” He kneeled to be on Finn’s level.

“I’m sure.” He gave a completely confused stare and scanned Crowley’s features. An odd kid for sure, but at least he seemed well-behaved.

“All right then… If you don't mind me asking, what do your parents do? What are their jobs?” He could be a noble's son or just raised to be extremely polite for some reason.

He must have asked a sensitive question because Finn shrunk away and silently looked at the floor for a few seconds. Crowley was about to say that he didn't say anything he didn't want to, but Finn spoke up first.

“I don't… know…” Even his words shrunk back as he continued to talk, well until he said the next sentence. “Nanny says that they have very important jobs, though! She says they sell stuff! A lot of important stuff! Stuff that Mother and Father said I will learn about later.” So, Finn WAS the son of an important figure. Probably the son of some CEOs. Normal CEOs, hopefully. He should probably tell his staff about this, maybe they can help him find a way to send the kid home. He's probably missing his parents, plus a kid of important people missing is chaos Crowley didn't want to deal with.

Wait… what was he going to do with this kid? It was the first day of school for the year. He couldn't look after a five-year-old, no matter how well-behaved. At that moment, a certain grey cat with blue flaming ears and a pitchfork tail caught his attention. He did accept Grim on the condition he would look after the kid, plus they hadn't set up a school schedule for him. He was planning to have a meeting with the teachers during midday while they were on break, and he could discuss it then. He can talk to the rest of the staff within the week about them… if they're still here.

Crowley’s hand reached over to the sleeping cat. He started shaking him awake. “Grim, get up. You have to keep to what you promised.”

“Myah…” He only muttered in his sleep, still not waking up. Must this cat be so difficult? The kid got up before him.

“Up. Up now.”

“Myah?! What is it?! You have some nerve waking me!” His head popped up off the bed it was resting, ever so lazily on.

“You made a promise to look after the kid, so keep to it! I have work to do and a meeting to schedule because of you.”

“What do you even want us to do?! The kid’s fine here!”

“I'm not letting you sleep stuck in one room the whole day! Why don't you go and explore? You two should stretch your legs.”

“We don’t know the campus! What if we get lost?!”

“There's no better way to learn! Just stay near the building and paths, and you'll be fine. I've got to do work now. Bye-bye.” Crowley stood up and headed to the door, waving at Finn who waved back. At least the kid is well-behaved. Now to see about that faculty meeting...

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How dare he?! Didn't this man know who he's talking to?! The Great Grim, that's who! Fine. He should probably tell the other students they'll be studying with greatness. He hopped off the bed, standing on his back paws and motioned for Finn to follow behind. “Come on hench-human, you've gotta help me show everyone else that they'll be with greatness this year!” Hopefully, they have good stuff here at this school. They need greatness to help greatness.

“Where are we going? Are you sure we won't get lost like Mister Crowley said?” Finn was walking behind him, like a little duck following its mother, despite being visibly taller than Grim by two or so feet.

“That!… Uh,… We’ll see when we get there. And of course, we won't get lost! I'm The Great Grim! I won't ever get lost.” Grim grabbed the door that was left slightly open by the masked man, or Mister Crowley as Finn called him, and flung it open. He started marching to wherever he wanted. Finn followed trying, it seemed, to keep the same rough distance, but failing. He got distracted every so often, pausing to look at whatever caught his interest, then noticing Grim still walking and trying to catch up.

As they walked along, many people (who Grim assumed to be students) caught notice of them and started whispering. Who wouldn't take notice of the Great Grim and whisper his praises? Also, his small hench-human. He should feel so proud now. He's being seen with greatness.

They continued like this for a while until what looked like a shop caught Grim’s eyes. There were some flyers of discounted food in the windows. Grim was getting hungry and tired. Who wouldn't after walking for about an hour? He turned back to see Finn stopped in place a decent distance behind him. He was bouncing on his feet as tears were showing in the corner of his eyes.

“Hench-human? Kid? Ya’ good?” Finn’s attention snapped right back to Grim after hearing him, only to look horrified.

“I’m sorry! I’ll! I’ll keep pace! And! I won't ask to go!” His tears grew in his eyes threatening to fall and he babbled through most of his sentence. Was this kid going to cry?! He cries at nothing!

“Woah! You don't gotta cry! Let, uh, let's just go in there!” He motioned to the shop and sped away from the situation. Finn got a little shocked by the sudden speed-up then followed.

Grim pushes the door open and is greeted by a small jingling bell followed by a boisterous “Welcome!” from the other end of the shop. “What can I help you—” The man speaking trailed off as he looked around the shelves and noticed the two who entered the store. The man was dressed in a bright, almost neon-purple vest with a ribcage design. On top of that, he was wearing a dark purple, maroon-ish, blazer and a hat with parts dark purple, parts black, a red cloth, and a skull charm. On top of that, he has white bones painted over the brown skin on his neck and arms, alongside some marks underneath his magenta eyes. He seemed weird by Grim’s standards. A man seemed to be obsessed with skeletons and purple or something. Some of his braided hair was even dyed purple.

“Are you two supposed to be here? I'd love to help you two, but I can't sell anything unless you have money to buy.” He looked between them for a few more seconds. “Little imp, where's your mom and dad? You should ask-”

At this, Finn cut the man off looking around panicked. “Mother and Father don't like me calling them anything but Mother and Father!” Finn’s eyes finally went back to the man in front of him. “Even Nanny has to call them Mother and Father!”

“O…kay…? Then where are your ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ or your nanny? Shouldn't they be here with you?”

Finn pointed at Grim. “Mister Crowley said he's going to take care of me while we try and find Mother, Father, and Nanny.”

Grim cut in, making his presence known. “Myah! That's right! He needed me to watch over the kid while he worked, and I said I would and even let them teach me, The Great Grim, as a student!”

The man looking at them just stayed silent and still for a good while. Out of nowhere, he moved to grab a phone from his pocket. He scrolled on it before a bit before tapping on the screen and it started ringing. It rang for a minute or so, being the only noise in the room. Once it finished ringing a robotic voice started only for the man to hit the screen, quickly silencing it.

He stood there for another minute or so before taking a deep breath in and yelling at his phone. “Why don't you answer?! There's a whole situation going on and I’m not dealing with it with no info and after being surprised by it!” His yelling made Grim and Finn jump back slightly, only for the man to sigh and turn his attention back to them with a smile on his face. “Sorry about that! I’m Sam, the owner of the school store here. Do you need some food or something? I can always bill Crowley.” He mumbled the last bit under his breath with an amount of venom that shocked Grim. It probably wasn't Crowley’s first time pulling a stunt.

Next thing Grim knew, Sam was looking at Finn, who was looking at begging the cat through wordless puppy-dog eyes. “Little imp, you don't need to ask him. You can just have some. Crowley’s going to pay if you’re worried.”

“What?! No! Of course, he has to ask! I was put in charge! The hench-human should always ask The Great Grim!” Anything should go through him! Grim’s in charge!

“And what? You're going to make him beg for food? And also, you shouldn't call a kid a henchman or a hench-human or whatever you wanna call him!”

“I was gonna say yes! And I'm in charge I get to call him whatever!”

Sam’s attention turned back to Finn. “By the way imp, what's your name?”

At the question, his eyes lit up. He brought his hand up and started tracing symbols onto it, focusing intently, and from Grim’s point of view, what he was tracing looked like letters. “I’m Finn Lawson and I’m from Highfield, Andrila.” He finished saying the copy of what Grim heard him say before, looked back up at Sam, and beamed a huge smile at him.

“Where?”

Finn’s face turned upset at the question. He started to repeat his whole act and saying but focused far more this time. “I’m Finn-”

He was quickly interrupted by Sam, which Grim was thankful for, he didn't want to hear it again. “No no, I heard you, I just don't know where it is. I'll just ask Crowley. He owes me this information by now.” With the last bit of what he said, his face turned mad and decently scary, enough to make Grim’s fur stand on end from instinct. He felt kinda sorry for the bird man. “Anyways, as I said, I’m Sam. I own the school store here. Do you need something to eat? And you don't have to ask the cat.”

Again?! How many people were going to call Grim a cat? This whole school would know who he was soon, he was sure of that. “I’m not a cat! I'm the Great Grim! You better learn that. It will soon be in history!”

Sam seemed unfazed by what was just said to him, offensively unfazed, in Grim’s opinion. “Right right.” He then turned back to Finn. “You want to eat anything? I have everything in stock, though the most I have for heating things is a microwave. Some microwaveable soup or noodles might be nice if you didn't have breakfast.”

The kid thought for a second, looking between Grim and Sam. Eventually, he said with a beaming smile, “Yes, please Mister Sam.”

The newly dubbed ‘mister’ paused for a second. “Thanks for calling me mister, very thoughtful of you, but you don't need to do that with me. Just call me Sam. You aren't one of the students, just a kid. How old are you anyways?”

“Five.”

“You sound a bit old to be five. You sure?”

“Mother and Father said I needed to treat everyone proberly.” Pride emanated from the kid. So much that it almost made Grim burst out laughing after he didn't even say ‘properly’ correctly, even with the bravado.

“Well, that's nice. That's a good lesson. Do you want something to eat? I've got some soup I can microwave for you if you just sit over there.” Sam pointed at a tall but thin metal table with two matching stools. Next to it is a table with a microwave, plastic utensils, and some napkins. There was even a small sink. Everything Grim saw seemed completely decked out with whatever was needed.

Grim and Finn made their way to the small table while Sam went over to one of the shelves to grab something. Grim jumped up onto his chair and stood, changing the table from eye height on all four, to chest height standing on his back two legs. Then he looked at the kid on the opposite side of the table from him. The seat of the chair was level with his eyes, and try as he may, Finn couldn't lift himself onto it with how wobbly the chair was. Poor kid. If only he was more like The Great Grim, no height could defeat him then.

Sam appeared behind him, putting two decently sized plastic containers with thick lids on the table, then lifted the kid onto the seat. “Right, so you just need to let this microwave then cool down for a bit.” He opened one of the lids, letting Grim notice the holes it had circling a bit away from the center. He peeled a thin layer of plastic off then put the lid back on, finally putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before putting it in front of the kid. “Let that sit for a while and I'll get you a spoon. I'll first give the cat his so just sit for a second,” he said all of it while doing the same actions for Grim’s soup.

Grim put his hands on the table as Sam turned to put the second soup in the microwave. “Hey! I'm not a cat! I'm-”

“The Great Grim, yeah. I got that.” Sam turned back to them, grabbing two spoons, while putting Grim’s soup in front of him and giving him an extremely unimpressed expression. “Both of you, blow on it before eating, it's still probably a bit hot.”

They both immediately dug in, and it wasn’t too long until Grim was done. Just this wasn't enough! He raised his voice to get Sam’s attention who was looking at them behind the nearby counter while organizing some things. “Hey, you! Can ya get me more? I'm still starving.”

“You're already done?! And no, if you want more, pay for it. You already got one free and one is a fine breakfast.”

Seriously? Only one could never be the lavish breakfast Grim deserved. And he said he understood how great Grim was. The wait for Finn to finish felt like hours, and he was so done with this place. Can he see the rest of the school that was graciously allowed to teach him?

As if his wish was heard, Sam piped up. “Hey, you two. I need to go to the bathroom for just a second. You two just stay there.” He hurried to then disappeared behind a door with a toilet symbol and the word ‘Bathroom’ above it.

Hopping off his chair Grim decided it was enough of this place. His wishes were already answered, so best to use this opportunity. “Right kid, time to go.”

“What? But Mi- Sam just said to stay here!” Finn grabbed onto the seat with confusion and fear plastered over his face.

“He's known us for only a few minutes and the Headmaster himself said I'm in charge, so what I say goes. So, let's go.” Grim started to the door and he heard the kid jump down and shuffle to follow him.

—

Grim took Finn a distance away from the shop. Every step further only made him want to freeze. Grim was put in charge, but Sam was an adult, and you always have to listen in to adults. At least that's what he was always told.

There were many people scattered around the halls and lawns. Do all these people just like waking up early? Was the usual wake-up time here different? Finn guessed he would usually be woken up around now, but a lot of people were already up.

Finally Grim stopped on a stone path with two rows of statues just in front of them. They all looked so pretty. Who were they? On one side, there was a lady in a crown holding a stick topped by a heart, an octopus lady holding out a paper, and a man with lion ears and a big scar. On the other side, there was a lady in a long dress holding an apple, another lady with horns in a cloak holding a stick topped by a ball, a man with a tall hat holding a stick topped by a snake, and a man with a flowy robe and fire hair.

Grim ran up to one of the statues, jumped on the block the statue of the person was on and turned back to Finn. “You know, they'll have a statue of me here one day too!”

Finn looked at Grim, then at the statues, then back at Grim. He didn't fully believe Grim, but he was taught never to deny those in power, and Grim was told to be in charge by Mister Crowley, an adult.

He walked up to Grim and the statue. “That's cool…” Finn’s lies are almost always obvious, and Grim clearly picked up on it. Ignoring Grim’s obvious displeasure, he reached out and touched the statue. The stone it was carved out of was rough and dense. It was a statue of a lady in a very fancy dress that reminded Finn of what he had seen from people visiting his house. She also had a crown. On top of all of that, she held a long stick, one that would be tall enough to hit the ground of the statue base she was placed on if she weren't holding it up. It has a heart on the very top of it, right above where she was holding it. It reminded Finn of the canes he'd seen before every so often but without the normal handle. “Who is she?”

“Dunno, looks rich with the crown and clothes.”

“You don't know the Queen of Hearts?” A voice from behind Finn spoke up. When they turned to face the source, it turned out to be a tall and lanky boy dressed in the same black outfit as all of the other nonadults they had passed before. He had messy short red hair and a red heart on the outside corner of his left eye.

Grim hopped down from the statue and walked closer to the boy standing in the middle of the stone walkway. “Queen of Hearts? Is she some kind of big deal?”

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses, long, long ago. She was really strict and wouldn't tolerate even a single rose off-color. Her whole kingdom was madness, but not one subject would defy her. Because if they did, it was immediate decapitation!”

“Wha?! That's seriously messed up!”

“Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. Like who would obey an only nice queen?”

“Yeah, true. Leaders should be strong. But anyways, who‘re you?”

“Ace. First-year of Heartslabyul starting today. Nice to meetcha!”

“Grim, the greatest mage ever to live, and this is my hench-human, Finn!”

Finn gave a very small and quick bow and shuffled behind Grim, which didn't do much considering Grim’s lack of height. He stared at the ground trying to avoid looking at the new person in front of him.

“Neat names. Also, going back to the first thing, do you know who any of these statues are?”

Finn looked back up at Grim, seeing him looking at all the statues before he looked back at Ace and spoke. “Nope. Notta one.”

Ace pointed at the furthest statue in the same row. The one with a man who had long hair braided into many parts, lion ears, a lion tail, and a big scar over one of his eyes. “That one’s the King of Beasts, he wasn't born to the throne but gained it through smart plans and schemes. When he became king, he gave the Hyenas equality and let them live on the same lands as everyone else.”

He pointed at the statue in between the Queen of Hearts and the Kind of Beasts. It was a lady with octopus tentacles instead of legs, a seashell necklace, and she was holding a partly open paper in one hand. “Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She gave her whole life to helping merfolk in need of whatever. Just with a price, that was a tad steep.” Ace then started on the other row, pointing them out starting furthest to closest.

First was a man in a long robe with fire hair, revealed to be the King of the Underworld who worked tirelessly to keep the Underworld in check, despite never asking for the job.

Second, a man in a different robe that had pointy shoulders, another long stick but this time topped with a snake, and a tall hat. He was told to be the Sorcer of the Sands, an advisor to the bad Sultan But through smarts, he revealed a swindler trying to trick the princess.

Third, a lady with a horned hood, a long cloak, and another held stick but this topped with a small ball. She was the Thorn Fairy who lived on a magical mountain. She was an extremely strong and powerful ruler, even compared to the others. She could make storms, cover her kingdom in thorns, and even turn into a dragon.

Fourth, and last, was a lady in a long robe and a crown and who was holding out an apple that looked like something was on it making a skull. She was revealed as the Fair Queen who was a ruler who put everything into whatever she did, even her looks, which she checked daily. She was also known as a master of making poisons.

“All pretty cool, right?” Ace had pride written all over his face after his little lecture. “Not like some little cat.”

“Myah?! What was that?” Grim’s fur stood on end, and even from behind him, Finn could see and feel small yet burning-hot flames coming out of Grim’s mouth at every word.

And at this, Ace burst out laughing. “Pfft! Hahaha! I- I can't anymore! Hahaha! Are you clueless?! The kid might have an excuse, but who beyond kindergarten doesn't know the Great Seven? You need to go back, kitty? Hahaha!”

“What did you just call me?! I'm Grim! The Great Grim! Not some cat or kitty! You should be groveling!” The flames were coming out only bigger and hotter. A lot hotter. Finn stepped back, away from the flames and the now growling Grim. Grim wasn't just a cat. Grim was who chased Finn through a long hallway. Grim has as much fire as he needed one breath away. Grim was the terrifying creature who made him so scared only yesterday.

“Groveling?! Ha! You're just some weird cat unable to even name history’s biggest figures! Anyways, I gotta go. This has been a blast. Byyyeeee!” Ace turned around and started to walk off, only to stop in place as a fireball shot by his head.

Finn turned around and ran to the statue furthest from them. He almost dove behind the lion-man statue and brought his knees to his chest and arms over his head while covering his ears. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes and his heart pounded in his chest as fast as it could. None of the sounds he heard went away from covering his ears, it only muffled. He tried to close his eyes but all he could see was the hallway he had run from Grim and the fire.

There was so much yelling. Some from Ace. Some from Grim. There was even the heat from Grim’s fireballs shooting by with high-speed wind moving them around. Whenever one of them hurled by, Finn’s eyes shot open showing more and more people crowding around yelling and only adding to the sound.

It went on for what felt like forever until one loud voice smashed through all others, enough for Finn to make out. “ENOUGH!” It created pure silence, allowing Finn to uncover his ears and open his eyes to see Mister Crowley and Mist- Sam push through the crowd. Sam spotted Finn and ran up to him, lifting him, clutching him to his chest, and started rubbing his back.

Mister Crowley stamped a larger key, one that was almost half his height onto the ground. “What is going on here?”

Finn turned his head to see through blurry, tear-filled eyes, the previously fighting duo scared and unmoving in front of the headmaster next to a black, charred, statue of the Queen of Hearts.

#writing blog #writing #twisted wonderland #unfinished #twst finn #twst crowley #twst sam #twst grim #kid yuu #child Yuu #twst ace #oc #oc story

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katiescribbles · 10 months

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SECRETS REVEALED ; written by kategables

warnings : grammatical errors ahead, small texts, spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, lowercase intended.

enjoy reading!!

you and Steve have been together for almost four months now and the relationship is strong, the only problem is that it’s private, no one really knows except you two and robin. it’s not that he didn’t want his reputation ruined, he’s already out of high school but because you guys were a huge deal to everyone, you were enemies ‘til one night at some dudes party and that’s where you two..you know. and ever since then you guys have kept it low-key. and today you have planned to meet him on his house to stay over for the night.

as you walked into steves’ house, you didn’t bother to knock on the door and just opened it. as the opening of the door was heard, five heads turned to your direction, they seemed shocked the moment they saw you, Dustin made a face before speaking. “did someone invite y/n?” he said in a confused tone, you quickly made a stupid excuse in your mind. “o-oh uh..harringtons’ sister wanted me to come over..” you said with an awkward smile, your mind mentally screaming at you because then you just realized he doesn’t have a sister.

“sister? Harrington has a sister?” Eddie then spoke up, you were standing still awkwardly waiting for Steve to be in the room wondering where he is.

“oh uh–”

“yes yes! she’s from uh..–” robin stopped for a moment to think, trying to help you get away from this situation.

“california!” you both said in unison ending it with an awkward laugh. “okay, so where is she?” max said in a serious tone with Lucas sitting next to her. “steve said no one was here so unless she doesn’t exist or she got killed by vecna.” maxs’ sarcastic remark made me look at robin as he looked back at me with a “now what do we do?!” I let out a sigh when suddenly Steve stepped in the room.

“sorry for taking so long, I had to find something that could show off my charm.” he said before looking up and suddenly caught off guard. “uhh, what is she doing here?” he said in a confused tone, trying to play it off when in reality he’s longing to run to you after not seeing you for two days.

“we were gonna ask you that.” they all said at the same time, their attention turning from you to steve, all confused.

“steve, I have a question for you.” max asked in a tone we couldn’t seem to make out. “uhh, sure..” he responded before sitting down on the couch.

AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST STAND HERE?? you thought to yourself, you finally stepped closer to the couch and sat down on the very edge beside Eddie. why are they even here? you thought to yourself.

“when was the last time you took a shower?”

“this morning..”

“where did you work at the mall?”

“scoops ahoy” Steve was still confused what all of these questions were for.

“do you have a dog?”

“no”

“who’s my brother?”

“billy”

“do you have a sister?” shit.

“no”

“aha!” Dustin shouted as if he just won the lottery, everyone was now looking at you while you looked at steve and robin for help.

“well, maybe robin can explain why i’m here..” you awkwardly chuckled before giving robin the ‘look’ and then looking back to steve.

“actually, no, let’s just forget–”

“Y/N AND STEVE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND THEY ONLY TOLD ME BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SCARED TO TELL ALL OF YOU SINCE YOU GUYS WOULD PROBABLY MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT AND THEY DON’T WANT THAT, THEY LIKE THEIR FLIRTING AND BOOBIE TOUCHING IN PRIVATE.” before Steve could even finish his sentence, robin started rambling with her eyes closed, ratting you and steve out.

you mentally slapped your forehead in disappointment and embarrassment, now slowly getting up and trying to walk out the front door while others was still trying to process what was happening but of course, max was quick with it.

“hold on, stay where you are y/n.” max said not even looking at you. turning your head to look at steve who was now standing there with his hands on his hips and shooting daggers at robin.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY’RE BOTH DATING, I KNEW IT. MAX YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS.”

‘so Dustin did infact win something..’ you said in your head

“y/n, steve, you owe me money.” max said in somewhat an angry but also about to laugh tone while looking at you and steve.

“yieeeeeeeeee, probably both of them fight in front of us, screaming at each other but in bed they’re screaming for–” before eddie could even finish teasing, you grabbed his hair and gave him a warning look.

“ow..I think you got used to doing that to harrington.” he teased again.

“SHUT UP, EDDIE” your voice raised while the others were still laughing, along with Steve.

“well, that cat’s out of the bag now, maybe you guys should leave and we can plan our hangout again tomorrow.” steve suggested as the group groaned.

“fine fine, but harrington, if you do hurt y/n in anyway, i will cut off your hair while you’re sleeping.” eddie threatened, looking at steve and leaving out the front door.

once everyone was finally outside and you two were left alone, you both took steps towards each other before laughing your butts off.

well, their reactions was better than you expected.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #foryou #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington blurb #secrets #short fanfic #eddie munson #max mayfield

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the-man-in-the-suit-official · 1 year

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A Flicker Of Hunger.

-Summary: Harry panics when the love isn’t as exciting as it used to be, an old friend makes his way to comfort you and something new blossoms.

A/N - UNEDITED. I grew frustrated with tumblr deleting this one. Rushed toward the end.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Long

TW: Throwing up, Emotional breakdowns, Drinking, Minor drug use (Weed)

Celebrities: Harry Styles, Niall Horan

Song(s) To Listen To: Flicker - Niall Horan. Hunger - Harry Styles.

It’s not that Harry didn’t love you. Just…not like before. He was young, and if he were extremely honest - very, very scared. He felt his youth would be escaping himself soon and then maybe he wouldn’t be able to make changes to the world like he so desperately wanted.

It all started out quite lovely, really. You had loved the X-Factor, following it religiously, and it just so happens that you were there on the day of that fateful grouping of the boys. That’s how you met the sea-green eyed prince.

You had bumped into him on your way in to get seated, colliding with his scrawny back, “God, I’m so sorry-“

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on you, making you freeze, even more so when he smiled, revealing his dimples, “‘S no worry at all. Ya alright?”

He spoke slowly, softly, eyes half-lidded as you nodded before he bit his lip, “Erm, could ya help me? I’m lookin’ for this place here.”

He brought down a map to your level, pointing to backstage, “Oh! You’re a performer?”

“Yeah, actually,” He chuckled, “I’m quite nervous.”

His accent was thick and lovely, making you smile, “I’ll help you…”

You waited for him to finish the sentence, “Harry,” He replied, “Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you navigated him toward the camera crew, dropping him off there, “This is it.”

“Thank you,” He nodded toward you, “I never caught your name?”

“Ah,” You smiled, admiring the pretty boy, “Meet me again and I’ll tell you, yeah?”

“Challenge accepted,” He finished, “I hope to see you soon.”

“We’ll see. I’ll be watching out for you,” Truthfully, you wanted his number but were far too shy, “Just remember me when you’re famous.”

A time passed and you found yourself there again, a ticket to sit in the front seat, ultimately upset when Harry was pulled from the competition. Of course, he impressed everyone without much work - he was handsome, could sing and dance, and had just the right soft personality for the next big star, but it seemed then that maybe he just wasn’t enough.

You stumbled out of the auditorium, one of the last people to leave, waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance. Waiting outside the men’s bathrooms, one after another, the five boys you had watched on stage stumbled out.

Harry nearly bumped into you, “Oh, ‘m so sorry!” He exclaimed, a blonde colliding into his back. You recognized him as Niall Horan, another contestant.

“It’s okay. You got me back for what I did last time,” You giggled softly at the taller boy, admiring his politeness.

“Mystery girl!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been looking for you. You came.”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry about not making it through,” You sighed, “I thought you were great.”

“Ah, ‘s alright,” He continued as his friends chatted among themselves, “Did I do good enough to earn your name? Perhaps your number?”

You smiled, “I’d say so. (Y/N),” You mocked his initial introduction, “(L/N).”

“Nice to formally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

With some embarrassing flirting that caused the boys to leave and ended with your number on his hand, he turned to you as he was leaving, “Expect a call tonight.”

And he was true to his word. From then on, every night, there was a call. Sometimes from random numbers you had saved since then - Liam, Louis, Niall, Zain (or as he preferred, Zayn). And there began your friendship. It wasn’t long before friendship and business intertwined with the group picking up on your talent for writing lyrics.

It felt like a dream, to say the least. You were invited to parties now - to public events, press meetings, studio sessions, even sleepovers. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, bawling your eyes out if everything stayed perfect.

As your father always said:

Nostalgia is a dirty liar.

It was the little things at first. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way he bounced his leg restlessly no matter where he was sitting, his oddly wide smile for someone so stoic, his love for cheesy romance movies, the way he always knew what to say, especially when he helped you through a rough break up.

Not long after did it take you to realize that there was something brewing, feeding the butterflies in your stomach that always came around when Harry was there.

So it hurt more when Harry began dating again, this time, a 31 year old. Someone more mature and full of experience. Someone who made you insecure.

On this particular night, he was out with her, and Niall had invited you over to spend time with his family who seemed to love you very much. The two of you sat in the cozy living room, watching as the fireplace tried desperately to warm the winter air. A cheesy horror movie happened to be on and Niall’s mop-headed dog sat comfortably between the two of you, resting his head on your lap and his tail on Niall’s.

Somehow, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

“You should tell Hazza how you feel,” Niall suddenly said, noticing your distant demeanor, “I think you’d be surprised with the outcome.”

“What are you talking about?” You were quick to respond, prepared to defend yourself to death.

“(Y/N), lass, you can’t be serious,” He chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, his oversized Christmas sweater moving with him, “Everyone sees it.”

“Huh?” You faced him now, too, scared of what he was going to say.

“You threw up when you found out he was dating someone,” Niall said simply, a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘I got you there!’

“Whatever,” You groaned, knowing there was no way out of this, “Even so, what makes you think he’d feel the same way about me?”

Silence filled the room for a bit, excluding the crackling fire before he broke it abruptly, “I was going to ask you out.”

You turned red instantly, struggling to find the words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” He cut you off, smiling, “We all wanted to.”

“Really?“ Bewilderment took you.

“Mhm,” The artificial blonde hummed, “But he refused. Was awfully protective of ya. Kept him up at night thinking about us askin’ you.”

You thought for a moment before he continued, “Anyway, you better get with him. We all made bets on it, MG.” He referenced your nickname - Mystery Girl, since Harry had refused to share your name with them for a while.

You blushed again, only this time out of embarrassment, “I hate you, Horan!”

Grabbing a couch pillow, you playfully smacked him with it, and before long it turned into a full-blown pillow fight.

Unsurprisingly, it took long before you ever did confess your feelings to Harry. It was long after he had released his debut album and had just won the hearts of so many girls and boys all over the world. The two of you were throwing a two-person party to celebrate its release and his growing from his latest ex who’s name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

The night had been spent in laughter, constant trips to the bathroom where you left the door open so you could puff and pass the joint and the bottle, and chatting about lives.

“Do you think that there’s a reason for all of this?” He slurred, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“About what, Hazza?” You never let that nickname go.

“Like…life….like…” He sat up and faced you, leaning against his couch, copying your position, a little closer than he intended to be, “Like fo’ reasons…Like fo’ wearin’ mix-matched socks an’ everythin’.”

Both of you shit-faced and cross faded, you smiled at him doozily, a moment of silence filling the room. His eyes always swallowed you in, even when half-lidded and red.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” It came out smoothly, finally releasing tention you’d had for years.

Something washed over him too in that moment, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that from you and without much warning, the two of you crashed lips on each other, arms tangling into the other and the kiss growing more passionate with each waking minute.

That’s where it all started, really. Since then, you’d been dating for nearly two years and engaged for one, and at first things were wonderful - magnificent, even. Harry couldn’t keep himself off of you and vise versa. Every thought of his was about you, even while he was touring, even while girls threw bras and phones and even chicken nuggets at him to show their adoration.

But somewhere along the line, Harry noticed a halt. It was terrifying and the thought of being alone scared him. But he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. Your eyes slowly became less bright and beautiful, merging with everything else normal in his life.

It came to the point where the bed felt empty, even with you in it, and you had noticed this too. You were scared of the idea that your one and only Hazza would leave you, because truly, without him, what would you be? You’d lose everything - hope, your best friend, happiness, the house.

So you just went to bed facing his opposite direction, arms crossed tightly to your chest as he hogged the blanket.

‘Maybe he just bit off more than he could chew with me,’ You thought, staring at the blank wall in front of you, afraid of crying.

How did something so wonderful suddenly break apart?

Before, it was like your natural instinct was to love Harry, you didn’t even have to do anything and the two of you were all over each other. Now, though, he hadn’t even tried to touch you in weeks. Two weeks - 13 days to be exact, you’d counted.

You knew it was coming. But it felt different when it actually happened, especially when it was on his birthday.

“I don’t think this is what’s best for us,” He suddenly said over dinner, eating the pescatarian option you had made for him.

“What do you mean?” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Do you feel the same about me like you did three years ago?” He avoided the question, looking at you in the eyes.

“Of course, H. I’ll always love you, I know that much,” Eyebrows furrowed in worry, “What’s wrong, Hazza?”

“I…” Harry darted his eyes toward the floor, “I don’t think I feel that way anymore.”

Your heart froze, making it delicate as ever, “I’m very proud of you for telling me. We’ll work through it, okay? How about couple’s thera-“

“I don’t think I want to try anymore, (Y/N),” Another sudden comment.

And suddenly all those years started to disappear.

“Harry, we’re engaged.”

He winced slightly, hating when you didn’t call him a nickname you’d given him, but composed himself soon after, “Were.”

You can feel the anxiety brewing and your stomach feels like a war zone, knowing you’ll vomit soon.

This can’t be real.

“I was thinking we could figure it out slowly,” He continues, keeping his calm demeanor, “You don’t have to leave now.”

Please don’t let it be real.

“You can leave whenever we figure it out and-“

“Why?” Was all you could muster, your throat itching with the pain of needles pricking at it.

Smoothly, he sighed, “I jus’ don’t feel in love anymore. I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

The singer tried his best to let you down easy, “You’re always gonna be my best friend first, (Y/N). I’ve known you since I was 16, but now I’m thinking that maybe…Maybe what we had was timed. It’s just not the same.”

A small nod, not being able to even speak anymore, you stuttered out, “I know. I’ve seen it and I just was so afraid of losing you - I…”

You took a deep breath in, “I need to use the restroom.”

He didn’t do much to stop you, only calling out to you before you slammed the door to the bathroom shut and spilled the dinner you were having into the toilet, hot tears and snot running down your face.

You hated yourself for letting it get this far. For even thinking that you had a chance with Harry.

The door creaked open to reveal your now ex-lover, worried with his brows furrowed, “Let me-“

He reached for your hair to pull it out of the way, but you scooted away. You didn’t want him to touch you - you were scared you’d fall more in love than you already were.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me just do this once.”

You could never say no to those eyes. Scooting back, you felt his hands in your hair, his other soothing your back. It would have been endearing, really, but it only made you throw up more, thinking if the life you’d be leaving behind - the life that he was erasing.

You insisted you leave that night, taking a suitcase and essentials.

“(Y/N). Stay,” It was almost a beg, but you shook your head, “Where will you even stay if not here?”

“I’ll find somewhere. I just…I don’t want to be here right now,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

With some convincing, Harry let you go. He placed his hands on your arms tightly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking to the floor, “See you soon.”

And that was the first day of you downfall.

The media caught on soon after, about three weeks after, bombarding you on social media with all kinds of questions.

You sat in your temporary apartment, taking a swig of some liquor you couldn’t even remember the name of before a familiar name popped up on your screen.

NIALLER: (Y/N), holy shit, are you okay?

Truthfully, it had been so long since you’d spoken to someone who was practically a stranger but used to be one of your best friends.

Soon after, he called you and you answered reluctantly, “Hello?” He asked, his voice suddenly bringing you to tears.

“(Y/N)? MG, are you alright?” You sobbed louder, sniffing and slurring your next words.

“Mmm alright, Ny.”

“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” He sighed, ultimately feeling like he was the one that got you into this mess, “Send me your address. I’m comin’ over.”

“No, no,” You groan, rolling over on your stomach, “Niall, please, I’m fine.”

“(Y/N),” He started again, causing you to protest for a good five minutes before he sighed.

“(Y/N)-“ He began, never really getting to finish what he said.

“Niall, if everyone sees us, what if they make assumptions and I’m just slandered again and I’m really fine I couldn’t care less and-“

“Let me drink with you,” You stopped in your tracks at his offer, “I’ll bring pizza over, yeah?”

The promise of pizza made you cave, and you gave him your address in a heartbeat.

“I’ll be there in 30. Hang in there,” The phone hung up after, leaving you staring at the wall for five more minutes before your blood ran cold.

Fuck.

Niall would be there in 25.

You ran all over the house, petrified, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Throwing some dirty clothes in your laundry room, locking it, you looked everything down before hopping into the shower.

The shower couldn’t have been long, but the bell rang just as you hopped out. Panic set in your bones, “Be there in a minute, Ny!”

You slipped on an oversized sweater, one that actually did belong to Harry and placed some shorts under it, rushing to the door.

With beer and pizza in his hand, he smiled worriedly and more so when you sobbed, hugging him tightly while he did his best to with things in his hands.

“I missed you so much,” By now, it was an ugly cry, missing the warmth of a friend.

You’d isolated yourself this entire time and everyone gave you space which was great, but you craved warmth and love. Taking his sent in, you sighed and wiped your nose with the long sweater.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for agreeing at pizza,” He teased and finally stepped in, “I’m sorry about everything, darlin’.”

“Ah, it’s whatever,” You led him to the couch where he placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

“It’s not. I hate him for that,” Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at you, “We’ll forget about it just for tonight, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

The topic of Harry came up a couple of times, especially with the more beers you drank, but it never hurt your mind now. Niall didn’t smoke at all, but wasn’t opposed when you pulled out a bedazzled dab pen and hit it a few times.

He was always a heavyweight, and you weren’t at all surprised when you were off your ass and he just laughed at you.

The night consisted of dancing to old music you hadn’t heard in forever, weird food combinations, trying to outdo each other at gymnastics, and even making fun of Harry.

The playlist had just changed from Usher, causing your dancing to stop as a slow song began to play. As if on instinct, the two of you pulled each other close and danced.

Sighing heavily after your last giggle, you leaned on his dress shirt, his scent making you at peace as you swayed to the music, “Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N).”

You don’t expect much when you look up at the Irish man, but upon your eyes meeting, your heart flutters a bit. You assume it’s the alcohol and shake your head internally. His eyes are just as fixed on you as yours are on him.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, the name rolling off his tongue like it was the only thing it was made to do.

A best passes, and you partially prepare yourself for his lips to land on yours, but he closed his eyes and smiles to himself before looking back at you, “It’s late. Y’should sleep, darlin’.”

You protest but it ends in a yawn, making him smirk at you in the same way he did way back then.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead, I got cha,” Niall wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He helped you sink into the bed, putting a bucket beside it for the morning before grabbing his keys and pulling the covers over you.

The clock read 2:48 AM and while you knew Niall wasn’t very drunk, you but your lip and asked, “Please don’t leave.”

It was more of a beg, but it didn’t matter anyway. He nodded, “Sure, (Y/N).”

Your eyes are even more half lidded, snuggled under the blankets before realizing something. Without much thought, you slip your sweater off, revealing your black bra underneath, making Niall snap his body in the opposite direction.

You giggled, a mix of THC and alcohol in your veins, “It’s okay, Ny. I trust you. Here.”

He turned slowly, his eyes avoiding your chest, “What’ll you wear?”

Your eyes scan the dresser before they lead up his chest and you notice his collarbone sticking out, “Can I…wear that?”

He takes it from your hand with a nod, “Of course.”

It’s a soft, dark brown dress shirt that somehow feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. Niall faced away from you and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his bare back to you. You can’t help but stare at his shoulder blades, the dip in his back or the small freckles on his pale skin.

With his eyes closed, he handed you the shirt and pulled on the sweater, sliding out of his pants into his boxers, “Tell me when ya ready.”

You took off your bra and shoved it under the bed, placing the long shirt on you and buttoning it up until five down from the collar, revealing a bit of your chest. You didn’t care, though, you were far too lazy.

“Ready.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Niall froze too, eyes fixated on your skin under his shirt, innocently giant on your small form.

You had a way of making him blush.

He did his best to hide it, sliding into bed with you and putting pillows in between you to divide the bed, something you’d done as teens, too.

“Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N),” Silence filled the air for a minute, “(Y/N)?”

But you had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you awoke with your head elevating slowly before coming back down, fingers in your hair. You felt at home there, on his chest as he snored happily.

Your head hurt terribly, but you’d grown used to it these couple of days. Not wanting to wake Niall, you slithered out of his arms and made you way toward the kitchen. Your arm had almost reached for the ice coffee, but there was a whole jug of orange juice with a stick note on it.

(Y/N). Orange juice is best for a hangover. Trust me, I know.

;) Nialler

You smiled softly to yourself and poured yourself a cup, drinking it slowly before going out to get your mail. There wasn’t anything important, but it was a simple task, and the only thing that you could still muster to do.

“MG, awake already?” Niall’s voice rang through the house, setting foot in the kitchen afterward.

You giggled, “It’s 2PM, Niall.”

With a chuckle, he stretched, “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm, actually. I think I needed that.” Putting the paper aside, you turn to him, “We need to catch up. When are you free?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering his schedule before he smiled again, something you noticed he did often, “For you, whenever.”

His phone rang shortly after, cueing his time to leave.

“That’s my manager. He wants me to check out this new studio, though I’m supposed to be visiting my cousins here,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I’ll catch up with you, okay? I’ll text ya.”

“Ny, don’t you want your shirt back?” You asked quietly, not really wanting to give it back.

“It’s yours,” He took a step toward you, “Looks better on ya than me.”

Softly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and exited. You could have sworn you’d never felt anything so soft.

You were in the shower when the media first started to suspect it. Your friend Lila texted you an image of an article with the message, “(Y/N), I think you’ve broke the internet.” There, in big bold letters:

HARRY/(Y/N) SPLIT UPDATE: (Y/N) Seen In Mystery Man’s Shirt

As luck would have it, a few days later you’d see an article talking about Harry’s sweater Niall was seen wearing out that same day.

Well…

It wasn’t long until he was coming over nightly. Weekly meetings turned into daily, turned into overnight meetings.

Truthfully, there’d always been a spark there. Despite the curly-haired man dumping you a month prior, the moment you rekindled with Niall, you noticed something - a rare spark in the rain.

Each meeting ended in his kissing you on the cheek and finally waving goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were head over heels for this man. You remembered that exact moment. Around a year had passed since the breakup and it only hurt occasionally, especially when the press pestered you or you saw news about Harry.

Niall had invited you to a show he was doing near your apartment, offering up a front row seat and dinner at his hotel after.

Using it as an excuse to doll yourself up, you agreed and slipped on your favorite outfit before being escorted and driven by someone of Niall’s staff.

He was a tall man, kind of scary, if you were honest, but he was sweet and apparently a family man, going on and on about his husband and son.

By the time the concert came around, you’d already taken several pictures with fans, though many actually seemed to be in favor of you attending the concert, one even ranting about something that sounded an awful lot like the mixing of your name.

When you asked about it, she pulled up multiple accounts on Instagram, all dedicated to your history and pass times with Niall. You blushed, insisting that the two of you were just really good friends, knowing that they were the last people you’d probably want to know.

Screams erupted when the music for Flicker started, a song you’d always been fond of. It made Niall giggle sheepishly before thanking the crowd.

“Actually,” His voice echoed through the venue, “This song means a lot to me. Tonight I’m performing it for someone special.”

Screams came once more, and the girl who had showed you the accounts squealed, insisting that the song was in fact for you.

She eventually left you alone when another girl began talking to her and pulled her away from you (thankfully).

It was a soft and gentle song. As he kept singing, your skin produced goosebumps, the crowd swaying with his emotion. His eyes closed, his voice fondled every word carefully, you watched in awe.

Your mouth stood slightly agape, heart fluttering when his eyes opened and he looked directly at you. A gentle stare, full of longing and love. Of a history.

You knew the next line and mouthed it carefully, “Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep…Please don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He closed his baby blues again, a soft smile on his face, obviously proud of him as he felt all the butterflies in his stomach find their way out of his body.

You’d slipped backstage after the show, finding Niall with ease and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Niall!” You exclaimed, “That was wonderful!”

Running toward him, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “I’m so glad ya liked it, darlin’.”

“I loved it!” You stared up at him with doe eyes, “And, um…Thank you for that song.”

You kissed his cheek subtly, causing him to turn red, though if you asked him about it, he’d say it was just hot and he had preformed for a little over two hours.

He bit his lip, obviously holding something back before his look softened, “Of course.”

You’d learn soon after what he meant to say, at dinner he had spoken, making you freeze in place.

“Flicker was written about you,” He suddenly said, reminding you of his habit of speaking abruptly.

You took your eyes from the view on the tall building and looked at him, “Huh?”

It was almost breathless, watching his baby blues avoid you, “It was written about you.“

Your heart melts itself right into your hand right at that moment, feeling the urge to go and just hold him.

“I want to be with you, (Y/N). Always have.”

Emotions run through you like things you’ve never felt before. You’re scared, excited, happy, sad, angry at the fact that you’ve been missing out on someone who was so sweet, who smelt of rain and sandalwood and the musk of someone so kind to the Earth.

Your lips finally manage to push out, “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear that my whole life.”

Niall cupped your face, bringing it closer to him, not struggling against the small table. When your lips finally meet, it’s not anything like before at all. This kiss is different.

It’s not exciting in a way that makes you feel sick. It’s comfortable and kind and reassuring and safe.

Outside the huge window to the left of you, in the rain there’s a flash. Paparazzi.

“Oops.” Niall chuckles, pulling apart before turning his attention toward you again, resting his forehead on yours.

You met Harry again during an after party. He stood against the wall next to the bar of the venue, chewing on his lip. You hadn’t seen him at first, but then you locked eyes.

Trying to avoid him, you turned, only to feel his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N)…Wait…”

You faced him with a fake smile, “Hey, H.”

He smiled back, feeling his tension release itself, “How have you been?”

“Great, really,” Taking a sip of your drink, you continued, “Finally learned how to drive.”

You lied, wanting him to think you were better off without him.

“Oh,” He glanced over at Niall who was talking to two guys, “So…him?”

You nodded, “Yup. That’s my boyfriend.”

Rocking on the heels of your feet, you looked down, “Camille seems nice, too.”

He shook his head, getting straight to the point, “I miss you.”

You but your lip, “Harry, that’s a lie…I know that. You told me yourself.”

He held your hand, placing it over his heart, “I mean this, love. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Your cheeks flushed red before you snapped out of it, “Harry, you have a girlfriend. Please…I can’t do this…Not to Niall or Camille or even myself. I’ve spent so much time crying over you.”

He felt pressure on his temples.

How often did you cry yourself to sleep because of him?

You made a hasty exit, joining your boyfriend, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggled into them, glancing at Harry every once in a while.

Harry found out later through magazines that you still didn’t know how to drive. Niall drove you everywhere and you were alright with it. Under any circumstance, he’d think it was cute, but now his veins went icy, knowing you’d lied.

When you realized it was love, it was different.

You were in a private booth, supporting your boyfriend of now a year when he called a fan out during Slow Hands.

The fan was carried up the stage, being revealed as a young girl, maybe around eight. She whispered into Niall’s ear, rocking shyly before he smiled down at her and mouthed, “We’ll do it together.”

With their hands connected, he danced gently with the kid, letting her finish verses here and there, goofy smiles on each of their faces.

You could have swore your heart stopped then, watching as he handed her back to her mom and made sure she was okay.

When he got off of the stage that time, you awaited in his dressing room, locking the unsuspecting Niall in with you before he noticed.

“So you’ve been here,” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let himself cool off.

Slyly, you made your way toward him without a word, tracing his collarbones with your nails, “I love you.”

It was the first time you’d said it, afraid of an attachment bringing you down, but you’d replied with ‘Me too’s and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’s.

He froze simply, always being over affectionate, though it was something you loved.

“I love you.”

You kissed him passionately, your tongue dancing with his, backing him up into a counter.

Needing breath, you pulled away and replied, “I think we should have kids.”

A smile found its way to his lips before he hoisted you on the counter of the vanity, kissing you passionately with one goal in mind - to start a family.

Your shirt had found it’s way to the floor, your hands fixed on unbuttoning your boyfriend’s shirt before the door creaked open and something fell to the floor. Jumping up and pulling Niall toward you in an attempt to cover yourself, you squeaked. Niall giggled giddily, drunk on you before he noticed your pupils shrink, your body run cold, eyes fixated on the person behind him.

Harry. It was Harry.

Niall moved quicker than you’d ever seen him, wrapping you in a blanket you’d brought there earlier, turning back to his old friend.

“Erm, maybe I should just go…” Harry glanced down at the flowers he’d dropped, “I just came to congratulate you…You know…for your new album coming soon, and all.”

“No, no,” Niall smiled softly at his friend, “Look, just give (Y/N) a second here, alright? Let’s go outside.”

“Right. Sorry, MG.”

And with a kiss on your forehead, Niall was gone.

Niall had never seen Harry so distraught. As soon as the door closed, Harry’s eyes became red and watery.

“Ah…” Niall sighed, crossing his arms, knowing what was coming, “You didn’t come here for me, hm?”

With guilt, Harry’s head shook, “I…”

“I still love her.”

His voice quivered and he struggled to compose himself.

“Harry…” Niall was sympathetic, eyebrows dipped in worry, “You broke up with her, mate.”

“I was stupid, I know. I was just- I wasn’t used to not having that hunger that we had when we started, it scared me, I thought that I was wasting youth and, and-“

Running a hand through his hair, the shorter tapped his foot, “Jeez, Haz…”

“You know that’s normal, right? It just means you’ve never loved anyone before her. Love comes in phases. Honeymoon, or in this case, ‘hunger,’ is first, it lasts for a while. It’s when you can’t stop thinking about this person. Everything comes back to them. But it doesn’t last.”

Harry listened intently, biting his nails, “Then comes the Settling Down stage. You begin to notice small things that irk you, differences you hadn’t noticed. It scares you. After that is the Disappointment phase. The differences seem bigger than they are. You get scared. Maybe it doesn’t feel like love, but it is just as much as the hunger. That’s where you gave up, Harry.”

Fiddling with his rings, Harry avoided eye contact as if it were a disease, “If you’d continued, you would have seen that it is love. You’d accept it and it would feel normal. That’s the Comfortable stage. The Unconditional Love stage is last. That’s when you know what you’re in for. That’s when you last forever, mate.”

“Seems like you’re going through them all alone.”

Harry bit his lip, “Please.”

“Huh?” Niall puzzled.

“Please let me have another chance, Niall. I know it’s selfish but…I need her.”

Closing his eyes, the older of the two sighed a long breath, whispering so (Y/N) wouldn’t hear, “Harry…I’m proposing to her tomorrow. She just told me she wants us to have kids.”

He didn’t feel the tears run down his face until they dropped down to his hands. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Look, Harry, I have to go, but keep in touch, okay? And try to make things right with (N/N). She doesn’t deserve this.”

Swiftly, he left, leaving Harry to himself.

Niall found you soon after, sitting in the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, trying to get your ex out of your mind. In his arms, you forgot everything.

You’d find yourself pregnant in the upcoming months, the pregnancy going over well before it happened.

You sat in bed, caressing your overgrown belly, carrying the six month old fetus, as your phone beeped.

LILA: (Y/N). Look at this.

Attached was a link, a throwaway YouTube account, and there, in big, bold letters.

Leaked Harry Styles Song - Hunger

You couldn’t help but listen to it, finding your eyes swell with tears.

Niall was gone for the time being, doing interviews, leaving you alone. Wallowing in the past.

“I lost my taste for the good in us,” His voice was so raw, painful, noting everything from the hunger to the lying.

And he was sorry.

You sniffed, beginning to sob wildly. The mix of unbalanced hormones made the nostalgia hit harder, and for just a moment, you thought, ‘What if he means it? What if everything turns out okay and you can be just like before?’

Blindly, you dialed his number without much thinking, knowing that by now, he’d have found out of the leak of the personal song. You could tell that it was never meant to be shared, and yet, through tears, you wanted to let him know how much it meant.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice hopeful and it sounded like he’d been crying, too.

But all you could do was press the red button to hang up, anxiety getting the best of you.

Just what were you supposed to do now?

You cried into your hands, not knowing what was right anymore.

On one hand, you had an amazing fiancé, a baby, and an upcoming wedding. A picture-perfect life.

But on the other, the prince of your dreams was there, ready to sweep you away, countless adventures under his belt, ready to show you everything, the risky sides, the passion.

Had you made a mistake?

No, Harry had.

Or maybe, if you love something and set it free, only to have it come back, then maybe it was meant to be?

“Fuck,” You hiccuped, remembering the lyrics as you rested your head against the headboard, eyes closed, “Fuck.”

Maybe now, you thought, just a flicker of hunger for that life remained in your heart.

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burntb4bydoll · 2 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x Henderson! Fem! Reader. Maybe after the whole events of season 2, they’re just hanging out at her house, watching Star Wars with Dustin and Dustin falls asleep. She admits to him that she was so scared when she saw him get beat up by billy, and says the first “I love you”?

I need fluff after what happened in vol. 2 LMAO

Thank you!

Rose :)

AHHH IVE NEVER GOT A REQUEST BEFORE THIS IS SO FUNN!! This is also my first time writing for a while so bare with me if its shit😭

I sat on my basement floor while Dustin and Steve were laying on the torn up couch. Im not sure if It was because I had seen Star Wars a million times, or if it was the fear that was still clouding my mind from the events that took place that day but I couldn’t seem to focus on the screen. I look over my shoulder to see how the boys were doing. Steves eyes were glued to the tv screen so he didn’t seem to notice me. When my eyes fall on Dustin I cant help but smile and let out a soft laugh. He had fallen asleep with his legs thrown over the arm of the couch, with popcorn stuck in his hair.

“Whats so funn-” Steve stops mid sentence when he sees Dustins position. We look at each other and can’t help but giggle at the younger boy. “Man I don’t understand how that kid can fall asleep in a position like that,” I say through a smile. “he never fails to surprise me” Steve lets out an amused hum at my statement. I look up towards him only to find myself frowning at the sight of him. His usually soft looking lips had been busted open and his pretty eyes were covered by bruises.

“You know..” I turned back towards the tv as I spoke, “I was really worried about you.” My voice was cracked as I replayed the scene of the fight in my head. “Why were you worried about me?” God he can be so clueless sometimes. “What do you mean Steve? You got into a fight with the biggest asshole in town! Billys always scary but when he’s angry is a whole new level of terrifying..” I felt Steve slide off the couch and down onto the floor next to me. He reaches over and grabs my chin to make me look at him. “Want me to be honest with you?” I nodded at his question, “I was scared shitless during that fight.” He confesses as he lets out a nervous laugh. “But Im fine, see?” He smiles as he gestures up and down his body. I can help but match his smile as I roll my eyes at him. “But look at what he did to your pretty face..” I teased, a fake pout flashed across my face. He lightly slapped my knee and pull his face away from my hands. There was a moment of silence before he spoke

“Im sorry I made you worry, but I gotta admit having a pretty girl worry and care about me is very flattering.” He pulls me into him and I can feel my heart race faster. “Steve?” he shifts so that his head that was resting on mine was facing me “..I love you” The three words came out in a whisper due to the anxiety that was eating me up inside. His body perks up and his eyes practically glow, “do you really mean that..?” He sounds surprised which makes me laugh. “Steve I wouldn’t have said it if I didnt mean it, of course I love you.” A huge smile grew on his face and suddenly I was pulled into a soft kiss. “I love you too. I knew I loved you since the first time I saw you.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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boredw69 · 7 months

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Nurse's Office pt.2

Fluff

This is a part 2 to my previously requested fluff. It was my first post on here, and after re-reading I've thought that it would be worthy of a part 2! and possibly a 3rd with some smut *wink wink* ;)

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/boredw69/678942089244966912?source=share

(Please do not Repost copy and paste or steal my work in any way shape or form)

Warning: | emotions were shared and so were kisses 😌 that’s all.

Its been a few days since George had sprain his wrist. I've been fairly certain he had woken up and left a few hours after our encounter. My thoughts had drifted me into a deep sleep and I wasn't awaken until Madam Pomfrey opened the Office in the morning.

The next couple of days I had just been avoiding the twins as normal, except now I had different reasoning behind it; I did NOT want to continue the conversation with George. Then again, it kept nagging at me. I had replayed that night over and over in my head trying to find the courage in myself to believe what he was saying to me.

"y/n? I do believe it would be smart of you to pay. attention. in my class" Snape's slow agitated voice had scared me out of thought, but I suppose he was right.

"My apologies sir.." I mumbled and picked up my quill quickly scribbling down the note that lingered on the board.

6:08 PM

Mrs. Pomfrey and I had been cleaning the office for hours now, making sure it is sanitary and spotless for the Ministry to inspect tomorrow.

"Oh dear! Look at the time, I do believe you should be heading off to bed! You have the OWLS to prep for now don't ya?" She had spoke up lifting her duster from off the shelves.

I pulled my watch from my pocket and nodded looking up to her, "Yea.. I do need to do some more studying. Thank you" I bowed to her and snatched up my things excited to finally go up to the common room and rest.

I began my slow decent/accent to the y/h common room. As I turned the corner I bumped shoulders with the tall ginger. I huffed looking up at him; of course it had to be George. I didn’t spend long looking up into his gazing eyes before pushing past him; or until I felt his hand wrap around my upper arm yanking me back to him.

“y/n.” He turned me towards him frowning down at me.

I avoided looking at him at all costs; I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control my own words as they’d roll off my tounge in a fit of panic.

“Can you stop avoiding me. I mean, I’m tired of pretending nothing ever happened.” He mumbled.

I kept my mouth shut as he continued; “what are you thinking.?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered. “I want to forgive you but I just can’t; you fuck around too much, and to be honest I don’t even know if I can trust you right now.”

His eyes softened; and for a second I wanted to believe they were real, maybe they were.

He grabbed my shoulders holding me still in a nurturing way. “I’m sorry. And I promise you. I’m not fucking around when I say that.”

I looked down briefly watching as he shuffled closer to me. “George..” I sighed. “Thank you..but I just d-“

My eyes widened as he grabbed at my chin softly raising my head to look at him once again. “I-don’t know how to feel r-ight now.” I barely finished my sentence leaving my mouth agape in shock.

He looked down at my lips so briefly that I had almost missed it; and before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

Was this a way to confirming his apology to me? Because it was unfortunately working. I moved my hands to his chest and up his shoulder blades pulling him closer. He stiffened up like this wasn’t expected.

The kiss deepened for a moment but i started to feel hot and my stomach was fluttering.

Shit.. shit this is so awkward.. I thought before I pulled away gently.

His hand rested on the small of my back still keeping me close.

This feeling was insane, euphoric almost. Did I like George Wesley…? Merlin’s beard.. I liked George Weasley..

He looked down at me studying my face. As I looked up at him I noticed how relaxed and heavenly he looked. He looked at ease, happy.. a different kind of happy than the pranking people with Fred kind of happy.

Merlin.. what is he doing to me.

Finally after the moments of silence he spoke. “Y/n, I’m going to be terribly honest.. I really like you. And I’d like you to go out with me tomorrow afternoon after OWLS.”

I nodded anxiously. “Yes- of course.. I mean I’d love to!”

He stifled a smile before pulling me in for a hug. My heart melted aswell as my body as he pulled me in.

“Good luck tomorrow. Ya know, on your OWLS” he said as he pulled back turning to walk past me.

“See ya tomorrow.!” I stuttered out as he walked off.

I gulped and stared at the wall for a spell before continuing to my dorms.

#george weasley #george weasly x reader #george weasley fluff #fluffy #angst #harry potter fluff #harry potter fandom #weasley twins #hogwarts #x reader #harry potter x reader #shifting #shifter #reality shifting #cute #cute fluff #fluffy book #requested

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d-dalladalla · 2 years

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Can I request a g!p Yeji and Ryujin punishing fem!reader for making them jealous please? I love your writing style by the way!

tysm bestie <3

Ryujin and Yeji couldn't differentiate more when it came to being jealous

it took a lot to rile Yeji up, and even then she would try her best to be rational and respect that you can handle yourself

it took someone else to not respect you that would set her off

and even then her PDA would be to a minimum, maybe just holding your hand or arm around your waist and gentle kisses to your forehead

Ryujin on the other hand would be set off by things other partners wouldn't even notice

even if the perpetrator moved their arm a bit too closely she would lose her shit and be right up against you and dragging you away to a bathroom stall to make you remember who you belong too

But tonight was different, you were out with both of them this time and it was their time to go get a round of drinks, you sat with Yuna, Chaeryeong, Nayeon, and Sana, you were all celebrating the last day of finals week for college and needed a little celebration after a hard month.

It wasn't a real popular place where you had settled to go, some other college groups sat at other booths and kept to themselves, you glanced over to Yeji and Ryujin who were waiting on your drinks when that view was rudely interrupted by someone sitting down in the space left by your girlfriends.

It was a boy, you think you saw him when he came in with his own group, only because of how loud he was when ordering drinks

He extended a hand out and you slowly took it, you were always eager to make new friends

"I'm Lucas, I saw you and just had to come and introduce myself." He smiled, he seemed nice enough and you didn't have many guy friends.

"Y/N, nice to meet you, you a student?" you took back your hand, the other girls had made themselves busy in conversation but were glancing over every now and again

"I am yeah," he pointed to the varisty jacket he wore, a large wolf over the breast pocket.

He was from your campus

"Ah go wolves" you smiled and after finding out about his boyfriend he offered to show you pictures of the two of them and you happily scooted closer to get a better look.

"Excuse me, those are our seats." you recognized Ryujin's voice and looked up to see her and Yeji, the smile leaving your lips when you noticed their faces, God they were angry

"Oh my bad," Lucas smiled and stood up, "I'll see you around." he smiled at you before walking back to his group.

"Who the hell was that?" Yeji's voice shook as she spoke, you were scared she was going to shatter the glass in her hand from the grip she had on it, knuckles going white

"Oh he-Lucas goes to our campus, he was showing me-" You were yanked up by your arm

"Be right back," Ryujin yelled to your group before you pushed and pulled by the two of them all the way to the bathroom

Yeji lifted you to settle on the sink while Ryujin locked the door

The elder didn't waste time and kissed you so roughly, you can't remember the last time both of them were rough with you and you loved it

Yeji stood in between your thighs so you weren't aware Ryujin was suddenly next to you ripping off the poor excuse of a tank top you wore right off

She left your bra on, which pissed you off, and began to kneed your tits and left kisses on your stomach

Yes the position and angle was a bit uncomfortable but you weren't going to stop them

"Are you going to behave? you think it's funny to flirt with boys when you know you are ours." Yeji whispered out as she decided to attack your kiss next

You broke the kiss from Yeji, trying your best to uncloud your mind and form an actual sentence

"He-he wasn't fli-flirting with me," the end of your sentence whined out as Ryujin bit down on your inner thigh

Neither of them responded as they continued to mark up every inch of your body.

You knew you didn't have time to actually be fucked, your friends would come searching for the three of you but you tried to forget about that right now

Ryujin pulled back from your thighs and left one final kiss on your lips and Yeji pulled away from your neck and did the same before retrieving your shirt from the ground and pulling it over your head softly.

"There, now he knows your taken." Ryujin smirked and helped you down off the sink counter

"He wasn't flirting!"

#Yeji x female reader #Ryujin x female reader #D-DallaDalla

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beefromanoff · 11 months

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Going Under - Ch. 6

summary: the morning after...lots of fun, lots of fluff.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: sooner or later - popium

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: wanting to rush into the action I have in mind, but also loving the slow burn and the fluff. UGH, decisions. thanks for reading, xo!

chapter list/links

- xo

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Bucky woke up to the sound of Gianna Cruz's soft breathing beside him. A sentence that, only a few short months ago, he would have thought only existed in some kind of Mad Libs game. He laid in the plush bed, feeling the warmth from her small body against his right side. Careful not to move, he took a deep breath, trying to comprehend what this meant for their relationship.

There’s no relationship. She was scared, she didn’t want to be alone, and you’re assigned to protect her. Simple as that. This changes nothing.

Bucky reprimanded himself for the thoughts running through his head and the electricity running through his right arm as Gianna slept soundly draped across it. He shifted on his pillow and looked at her, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow with it’s natural wave present from sleeping with it wet. He wished Kate would let her natural hair show sometime. Every day she had a show, press, a shoot, or even a fitting - her glam team would leave her hair with big, blown out curls and a face full of makeup. Not that Bucky minded, he loved her concert looks. They reminded him of some kind of princess from a children’s movie, with her gorgeous long locks and outfits so ornate that they glittered wherever she walked. But now, looking at her sleeping, he couldn’t help but think it was a crime that the world never saw this side of her.

Her light complexion was dewy from sleep, her face completely relaxed. Her lips rested in a pout just above where the comforter was curled beneath her chin. The little blonde ringlets framed her face and made her look almost angelic. Taking a sharp breath, Bucky suddenly needed to move. Lying next to her was testing a part of him that he wasn’t sure was strong enough to withstand it.

As he sat up to stretch, Gianna stirred beside him. "G’morning," she said, a sleepy smile on her face. Her eyes were still closed, and she yawned, burrowing her face into the pillow.

Bucky smiled back, feeling the sense of warmth in his chest double with her awake. "Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?" he asked, his voice coming out as a grumble.

Gianna sat up and stretched, yawning again. "Like a baby. No, like a rock. Thanks for staying with me last night," she said, raising her eyes to meet his..

Bucky shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Ah, it's my job, remember?" he said, a hint of teasing in his low voice.

Gianna rolled her eyes, laughing. "Yeah, yeah. Something tells me that sleepovers weren’t in your contract.”

“If they had been, maybe I wouldn’t have been so hesitant to sign it.” As the words left his mouth, Bucky’s stomach flipped. He was only teasing, but wasn’t sure how she’d handle the overt flirtation.

Gianna didn’t miss a beat. “At least make sure they give you overtime pay for all this extra work.” She winked and gave him a light push, her hand lingering on his chest for just a moment longer than usual.

He loved how physical she was. She hugged, didn’t shake hands. If she was ever excited about something, anything, she would clutch his forearm as she spoke, eyes wide. When she thanked him at the end of every night when he walked her back to her hotel room, she would squeeze his hand before disappearing behind the door. Her little teasing shoves barely moved him, but on the inside, they knocked him on his ass every time.

Let's go get coffee," she said, getting up from the bed. Sometime during the night, she had slipped out of her robe and ended up in an oversized t-shirt. She turned to walk into the bathroom and Bucky caught a glimpse of the front of it.

Smirking, he called after her. “Nice shirt.”

It was one of the shirts being sold at the merch tables for her tour. Four variations of her photo were etched onto the front, while all the tour dates and cities were listed on the back.

“Don’t make fun of me,” She whined, poking her head out the bathroom door as she tucked her hair into a baseball cap. “I actually brought this up here to give to you, and then last night was such a blur and I just grabbed it…” She trailed off, blushing when she saw his amused smile.

“I don’t wear my own merch, okay.” She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, looking defensive but smiling all at once.

“Hey, no judgment from me, if I had my face on a shirt then I’d never take it off.” Bucky held his hands up, feigning innocence. “Unfortunately, that’s more of Cap’s thing.”

“There you go again!” Gianna laughed. “Name dropping all your famous friends! Oooh, I’m Bucky, I’m besties with Captain America and Black Widow. Ooh, I live with the Avengers, Ooh ooh, Tony Stark is my boss!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, chuckling at her theatrics. “Okay, first of all, Stark isn’t my boss. Second of all, I definitely name drop you when I talk to all of them. So at least it goes both ways.”

Gianna paused, halfway through slipping her jeans up under her big shirt. Bucky tried not to look, and tried harder not to make it obvious how hard it was not to look.

“Don’t tell me the Avengers, the Avengers, know who I am.” She stayed in her crouched position, jeans around her knees and eyes locked on Bucky.

“G, everyone knows who you are. That’s kinda why I’m here.”

She straightened up, tugging her jeans the rest of the way and buttoning them. A self-satisfied smile spread across her face as she reached into the closet for her sneakers.

“Do they listen to my music on secret missions?”

Bucky chuckled again, relieved that she’d finished getting dressed before he really had to put his self control to the test. “We don’t really listen to music on, uh, secret missions.”

“But if we did, it would definitely be yours.”

She scrunched her nose at Bucky, and he could tell she was trying to play it cool. It was a feeling he was all too familiar with these days.

“So you name drop me to your friends?” She had finished getting dressed and strode towards where he sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyebrow was cocked mischievously.

“Ah, maybe once or twice. When I think it makes me sound cool.”

She stepped closer, standing nearly between his knees. Even though Bucky was sitting down, they were eye level, their height difference less apparent like this.

“How cool will you sound when you tell them you slept over with me?” Her voice had a hint of joke in it, but her voice was lower, almost alluring.

“Oh, they’d see right through me.” Bucky diffused with a joke. “They know I don’t have much game, they’d think I’m lying.”

Gianna eyed him, as if trying to decide if he was joking or not. “Maybe we should prove it to them.”

Before he could respond, she had turned and picked up Bucky’s phone from the nightstand.

“Take your shirt off.” She instructed as she slid the camera function open.

“Wh-” Gianna cut him off. “Just do it, trust me.”

Reluctantly, Bucky grabbed at the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head. He worried for a moment about how Gianna would react to his scars, the ridge where his metal arm fused to his shoulder, but she didn’t bat an eye. On the contrary, he thought he saw her blush, her eyes running down his chest.

“Get under the covers.” She pointed behind him, clearly amused at his confusion.

Bucky eyed her as he slipped his shoes off and slid his legs back into the unmade bed. Gianna tossed her hat to the side, stepped over his shoes on the ground and into bed next to him. She wriggled underneath his right arm and tugged the covers up around her shoulder.

“Here, take our photo.” Gianna thrust Bucky’s phone into his hand.

She laid her head down on his chest and closed her eyes, burrowing close to his neck. Bucky felt like his skin was on fire where her cheek laid on his bare chest. He swallowed hard and prayed to God and Thor and anyone who would listen that she couldn’t hear his pounding heartbeat.

He looked up at the phone and realized what she was doing. He took all the confidence he could muster and winked at the camera, snapping the photo.

“Let me see!” Gianna sat right up, snatching the phone back from him. She laughed out loud. “This is PERFECT. Art, really.” She hit the message button and started typing.

“What’s the name of your group chat? Do the Avengers have a group chat? Do you all even text, or is there some kind of super secret telepathy you use?”

Bucky gave a resigned laugh. “We have a group message, yeah.” He reached for his phone and typed in “roommates” then clicked the top result.

“Wanda named it. She thought it was funny.” Bucky said, answering Gianna’s amused look. In two taps, she had sent the photo.

“Now we’ll see how cool they think you are.” She winked and hopped out from underneath the covers, slipping her shoes on. Sighing, Bucky reached for his shirt.

“Wait-” Gianna grabbed his wrist. “I have another idea.” She grabbed his shirt and disappeared around the corner into the bathroom. He wondered why the sudden discretion after she’d paused, pants down, right in front of him only a few minutes prior, but was interrupted by a white shirt being tossed at his face.

Gianna had emerged from the bathroom wearing Bucky’s Stark Enterprises shirt from the night before. He was holding the t-shirt with her face on it, still warm from her body. He opened his mouth to protest, but the ornery glint in her eye made him think better of it. Slipping it over his head, he wondered what he was getting himself into.

“This may be your best look yet.” Gianna teased, slipping her room key into her back pocket. As Bucky finished putting lacing up his boots, he stood.

“I hope you’re enjoying this.”

“Oh I am, and you can’t say no, I had a bad night.” She joked, slipping under Bucky’s arm as he held the door open for her.

They made their way to the lobby, both with baseball caps on, a half-hearted attempt to be discreet. As they walked towards the sliding glass doors of the lobby, Bucky saw a small crowd of photographers waiting for them. He straightened, quickening his pace to be ahead of Gianna. The switch from their lighthearted morning to his protective nature was immediate. Out of habit, Gianna fell into step behind him, staying close.

The sliding doors opened with a whoosh and they were bombarded with flashes and questions.

“Gianna, are you going to press charges after last night?”

“Gianna, what happened at the tour?”

“Ms. Cruz, will you be increasing security after the incident?”

“Gianna, over here!”

“Gianna, that new song was an instant hit, did you expect it to go viral so quickly?”

After years in the spotlight, Gianna could easily tune out the constant barrage of paparazzi questions, but the last one caught her attention. Wide-eyed, she looked straight at Bucky. He glanced down at her, a hint of a reaction behind his ever present poker face.

Thanks to Bucky’s metal arm, they made it to the coffee shop across the street quickly and easily. Once they’d placed their usual orders, Gianna pulled out her phone.

“Oh my gosh,” She exclaimed. “They were right, our song is everywhere.” She flipped her phone towards Bucky, showing him the trending page on Twitter with her name occupying the top three spots. The first two had to do with her attempted ‘fan’ attack, but the third was #GoingUnder - the name of their song.

He watched as she scrolled, soaking in all the love for their song after less than 24 hours. Truth be told, he didn’t feel as much excitement about the song being so popular, but the way her eyes lit up as she took it all in made his heart nearly burst at the seams. He wanted to see her overflow with joy every day.

Bucky found himself feeling grateful that he had been assigned to this case. He had never expected to become so close to Gianna, but he couldn't deny the connection that had formed between them. Over the past few months, they’d gotten closer, but the past 24 hours had taken them to a whole new level. Now, he stood in the middle of a coffee shop, wearing a shirt with her face on it and looking at her proudly wearing his.

For the second time that morning, he wondered how this was all real.

As they made their way back to the hotel, they managed to avoid Tom’s manic search for them and slipped back into Gianna's room just in time for her to get queued that the bus was ready to leave for sound check.

As she grabbed her bag, Gianna turned to Bucky with a smile. "Thanks for this morning. It was nice to just be normal for a little while," she said. “I feel like I haven’t laughed like that in a while.”

Bucky nodded, feeling that familiar warmth rise up in him. “Not the worst morning I’ve had," he smirked, reaching for her bag and hoisting it over his shoulder.

As they made their way to sound check, Bucky glanced down at his phone.

“No fucking way.” - Steve

“OMGGGGGG, yes! So here for this!” - Wanda

“Grandpa’s got game. Who knew.” - Tony

“Groupie isn’t a bad look for you, Buck.” - Natasha

He chuckled and tucked it back into his pocket.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #avengers #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #avengers fluff

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blutulip · 1 year

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Salt in the Wound

Summary: After a fight broke out between Tulip and MK, she returns home, only to find Pigsy there. Tulip now has to confront her past mistakes.

Themes: Hurt, Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of worthlessness, swearing

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Tulips' feet dragged along the ground, the cold autumn wind hitting the back of her head, usually the calm breeze would be comforting but warm tears continued down her face. Soft ringing could be heard in her ears as she tried to understand what went wrong, but her mind was fogged with silence and guilt. Despite the city being filled with lumensent lights and laughter, Tulip never has felt more dull, she knows she messed up and bad.

“I..uh-” Tulip tried to speak but no words would form from her lips. She thought if maybe she could explain what happened, she could find solace, but the shame had grabbed her throat like a vice gripping it tightly.

“I just want to go home…” Her final thought as she stopped outside a store, with a bright sign that read: Pigsy’s Noodle Shop. Tulip sighs as she takes a step inside, it was dark, nothing but the light from the streets illuminating the dark room. Even though she has lived here for years, ever since she came back Tulip could only feel as if she were a stranger in this place. She sighs before walking over to the nearby stools to sit, putting all her weight down as she could not stop the new abrupt tears flowing down her face.

“So, I take it that the talk with the kid didn’t go so well?” A familiar gruff voice could be heard next to her, raising her head she saw Pigsy sitting next to her, his arms crossed.

“I don’t get it Pigsy…” Tulip softly spoke “I thought I was doing right by MK, I thought-” She stops mid sentence to dry her eyes.

“What did you think was going to happen?” Pigsy retorts “That you could just walk back into his life and pretend you never left? You hurt him, Tulip! When he needed you the most you left…”

“I know Pigsy!” Tulip replied in frustration “But I am trying to fix this, I am trying to be a better person to him! Why can’t he just see that!”

“Because you keep trying to force it!” Pigsy bellowed “You have to accept the fact that you left us, your family, over some girl who you only met for a few months-”

“I KNOW PIGSY!” Tulip shouted, surprising Pigsy as she quickly rose from her seat. The anger that was bubbling inside her before has now burst, she could no longer hold back her words.

“There is never a time in my life or day where I am not reminded of the mistakes I’ve made!” Tulips hands began to shake as more hot tears poured from her eyes like a faucet.

“I was wrong, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear?” Tulip sneered at Pigsy “Well, here it is! What you’ve been waiting for ever since I walked back through that door, I was wrong and you were right, about everything!”

Pigsy arose from his seat as he tried to place a hand on her shoulder for comfort.

“Tulip…I didn’t mean-”

“Didn’t mean what?” Tulip spat back, slapping his hand away “About me being in over my head? About being impulsive? Naive? Stupid? Yes, I know that well! I am ALL of those things!”

Tulip clenched her fists so tight she could feel her nails digging in, piercing her skin. Her thoughts that were silent before have erupted into loud incoherent screams of anger and guilt. She has never been the one for conflict, it’s something that she has always tried to avoid. Not because she’s scared, but because she has never learned to fight, only taught how to surrender.

But she can’t hold back anymore…

“You know what is even worse?” Tulip trailed off, looking Pigsy dead in the eyes “You were right about her…She never loved me, Chen used me so she could become a big star back in Lantern City!”

“The moment we left, she used me, mentally abused me, made me think that without her I was nothing. She took me away from everyone, and I couldn't see it, you did though. You tried to warn me about her and like an idiot I didn’t listen!”

“I didn’t know…” Pigsy said softly under his breath, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes.

“And you know what? Chen got her fucking dream, she’s a star now. I can’t walk these goddamn streets without seeing her face or being reminded of her” Tulip seethed.

“Even though she manipulated me I should have known better. I chose her over my own family, who had done nothing but take care of me when I was alone” Tulip was struggling to get the words out as she could once again feel the tightness around her throat.

“The biggest mistake of my life was turning my back on you and everyone else…

“Tulip…”

“Go on, say it…” Tulip spat out “I know you want to”

“What are you saying?” Pigsy said, puzzled at her response.

“Say that you hate me!” Tulip took a step forwards towards Pigsy.

“That I was a mistake, that you despise me, that I never belonged here in the first place” She shouted.

“Go on, say it!” Tulip grabs Pigsy’s collar “Just say you hate me!”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two, you could feel the tension weighing down heavily on them as neither one of them knew what to say. More tears swole up in Tulips eyes as she could feel her legs buckle, before letting go of Pigsy and falling onto her knees.

“Just say it-” Her voice trembled.

Tulip brought her hands to her face, closing her eyes as she began to sob. Now what? There is no way he would forgive her now, not after what she’s done. Suddenly Tulip felt a warmth embrace her, she snapped open her eyes to see Pigsy, holding her tightly as if one gust of wind would take her away.

“I don’t get it-'' She stammered “How can you accept me like this? After everything I’ve done?”

“I never hated you Tulip” Pigsy said softly “I was just so scared that I had lost the bright eyed girl I found all those years ago-”

“I have never been more happy having you back, Tulip” Pigsy pulled away to look at her, wiping the tears from her eyes “Please don’t leave us again…”

“I-I won’t, never again” Tulip softly uttered, before embracing Pigsy again.

“Don’t worry about MK, you just need to give him more time. When he’s ready he’ll let you know, he’s always been stubborn” Pigsy chuckles.

“Just like his dad?” Tulip smiled.

“Heh, I’m not that stubborn am I?” Pigsy quipped.

“You are the most stubborn man I know-” Tulip softly laughed “-and I’m proud to be his daughter”

With one last hug they both helped each other off of the floor, Pigsy pats the back of Tulips back.

“How’s about we finish closing the store and I’ll make your favorite?” Pigsy grinned.

“That sounds great, thank you” Tulip chirped back.

They began the usual routine, cleaning, locking up the building and pre-prepping for the next day. For once, Tulip feels like she is back home and with the help from Pigsy she’ll start picking up the pieces and fix what she did. However, a thought lingered in the back of her mind, like a scratch that can’t be itched.

“What if it’s too late for her to be forgiven by MK…”

#lego monkie kid #lmk pigsy #drabble #oneshot #lmk oc #lego monkie kid oc #hurt/comfort #angst

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