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High School// Richie Tozier

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry for my lack of posts, once again, school started once again and already the teachers have been slamming us with work, projects, tests and such. I wrote this when I was supposed to be studying lmao, I hope you enjoy it, and I’m already working on the requests, it might take some time but I WILL post everything!

Richie heard the bell ring, the freshmen already pushing through, trying not be late. He laughed slightly at the though of his friends doing the same thing, years ago, as he made his way to his locker, where Ben, Bill and Bev were already blissfully chatting. They seemed to be conversing about a new student who had just transferred.

"Is she hot?" Richie chuckled, opening his locker. "Maybe she can have a taste of my-"

"Nice to see you too" Beverly interrupted, swatting his arm. "I don't know why anyone would come to this cul-de-sac of a place, specially on their senior year, but I heard her mom got transferred quite recently here."

Richie closed his locker, taking his needed books. "But the year already started a few weeks ago, why would she move now?" he heard Ben question. "She lost a lot of material already."

Bill rolled his eyes before chuckling. "H-how about w-we wo-wor-worry about getting to cl-class instead of the new girl?" Although he still stuttered from time to time, he was definitely improving drastically. 

He started pushing his friends towards their classroom when Richie stopped dead on his tracks. "Is that the new girl?" He questioned, pointing to the furthest desk in the room, back row, next to the wall, away from everyone. "I would definitely like her bent over-" before he could continue, Beverly slugged him in the head.

"I swear if one more word comes out of your mouth-" she threatened, sitting down in her seat. "The girl looks like she's ready to bolt out at any moment, don't make it any harder for her."

In fact it was true, you were quickly averting your sight from place to place, your hands holding the desk with such strength, your knuckles had turned white. ‘She does not look keen on socialising’ Richie thought to himself as he sat in front of you.

The classes seemed to pass rather rapidly and before he knew, Richie was standing with a tray filled with food, trying to look for a table so him and his friends could stay. Instead he saw you, sitting all alone, your eyes glued to a book, your headphones on your head. ‘She's probably into weird songs.’ he thought to himself as he analysed you. You looked rather off-putting, alone with your book in a table for four. He took another glance at you before turning to his friends and telling them he would be eating with someone else that day.

He set the tray in front of you, trying to attract some attention towards him, unfortunately he just nearly missed the table, resulting in his plate of food dropping in the ground. You looked up from your book slightly, trying to see what all the commotion had been for, before looking right back at it, blush forming on your cheeks. This was not what you had bargained for. You had always been a loner, an outcast, no one seemed to want to talk you, and you were more than happy with that. Not having any friends meant no disappointments, no fake friends, nothing but time to do whatever you pleased without having to leave your house against your own will. You just wanted to be left alone, was that too much to ask?

"I'm Richie" the boy smiled holding his hand up. "And you are?"

"In fear of becoming a huge cliché, I'm leaving" you pursed her lips, putting your book down and picking up your tray. "And you should probably clean that up, seeing it's your fault after all." You pointed to the food on the floor.

"You're not even going to tell me your name?" Richie laughed, setting a hand on your arm. "Come on, I made a fool of myself for you." He smiled sweetly at you.

"No one asked you to." You shook his hand away. "Besides, I hate being someone's pity case" You looked at him once more, the smirk on his lips taunting you. "I don't know what you thought, but I'm quite content with being alone, it doesn't bother me, in fact I prefer it."

Richie took his hand away, putting them up in defeat. "I just asked for a name, sweet cakes. Although I can think of some other things I could call you." His smirk seemed to grow as he winked at you.

"And I can think of some rather unpleasant things I wish I could do to you right now." You half smiled before starting to walk away.

"So you're really not gonna give me a name, darling?" Richie called after you.

You looked at him up and down before setting your tray on your hip, looking at him accusingly. "No offense, but I would rather hit myself in the ankle with a scooter 10 times than have you call me 'darling' ever again."

As you walked away, Eddie went up to his friend, a broom in his hand. "That went well." He laughed handing Richie the cleaning supply. "I don't think that girl was really up to befriend you."

"Oh mark my words, Eddie," Richie smiled, taking the broom from his friend's hand "she will be going to Alladin with me, this is not the end!”

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As the weeks passed, Richie continued his quest to make acquaintances with you, (Y/N), as he had discovered during one of your shared classes. The more you pushed him away, insisting you were better off alone, the more intrigued he was by you, the more he wanted to be around you. During lunch breaks he would always sit at your table, and while at the beginning you used to get up whenever he seemed to be walking your way, as time passed you let him sit with you, provided you didn't mutter a single word and just listened to your music while reading your trusted book, away in your own little world, too lazy to continue switching tables when the boy wanted to be with you. To Richie, on the other hand, it was progress: it meant you didn't despise him as much as you did in the beginning.

One lunch break, Richie seemed to be extra annoying and kept pushing all your buttons, calling your name thousands of times, asking a millions questions about anything and everything, pushing your book down so you couldn't possibly read, poking your arm endlessly, amongst other things.

"Can you stop?" you screamed, slamming your book down as Richie's annoying smirk seemed to have fallen on his face again. "Why can't you just leave alone, dude, I mean it, I don't want friends, and I certainly don't want you." You looked at Richie, a disgusted look on your face, as you picked up your tray to leave. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but honestly I couldn't care less. I mean it. Leave. Me. Alone. Got it? I don't care about you, I don't care about your plans, I don’t give a damn if you just really ‘want to be my friend’ or not. You're just some childish, class prankster, who uses jokes as a coping mechanism to help with his own internalised issues and sadness. Because that's who you are, some sad loser who keeps bugging a girl even after she has told you thousands of times to leave her alone." 

As you left, you took another quick glance at Richie, the look on his face alone was enough to make you feel bad. You shouldn't have been so aggressive, you shouldn't have been so mean, after all he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just trying to help you with your supposed loneliness. You shook your head, walking faster away from Richie. No, he had annoyed you, pushed you, followed you from class to class, insisting on becoming friends even after you had rejected him countless times. Had you been rude? Sure, but you did what had to be done to avoid any more conflicts with the Tozier guy, it was like the didn’t know what ‘no’ meant. He was always making sexual jokes, pulling pranks, just being overall disgusting.

However, if you were being true to yourself, you had grown to quite enjoyed them, they made you laugh, they made your classes more interesting. And even if you didn't mean to ever say it to yourself, deep down you always looked forward to lunch breaks, when you could see Richie. Deep down you knew he was a nice boy, who had the best interests at heart, even when they didn’t seem to show at first, you just... knew.

You sighed remorsefully leaving the cafeteria, part of you saying you had just made a mistake, telling you to go back and apologise, say you didn't mean to say that, tell him the truth, how you were just afraid to let someone in your life, afraid that they were gonna leave you, afraid they were going to hurt you. 

You made your way to the bathroom, quickly closing the door as you entered one of the stalls, your breathing starting to become heavy. You felt your chest close, your palms started to sweat. Oh how you hated the attention you had received, it felt like the first day of school once again, when everyone was looking at you, trying to get a good look at the ‘new girl’, only this time the attention you has received was due to your rudeness towards teh one and only Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. 'No!' you thought to yourself, trying to shake off the feeling of regret and sadness that seemed to be clinging onto your chest 'No! I have nothing to apologise for, I didn't do anything wrong!' you tried to grab the walls around you, closing your fists as you pressed them harder against the walls. 'Did I?'

As you tried to calm yourself down, you heard the bathroom door open, two pairs of shoes coming in. You knew those shoes, he always wore the same pair everyday. "They're sneakers and don't smell, what more could I possibly find in another pair of shoes?" You had heard Richie tell Stanley Uris one day. What could he want now, hadn't he done enough already, hadn’t you done enough already?

"Hey, uhm, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, which I totally get, really I mean, I was way out of line, I shouldn't have done all those things but uhm, I guess I just wanted to apologise?"

You opened the stall door slightly, looking at the tall, curly haired boy. One strand had fallen over his glasses and you felt the odd urge to move it away from his eyes. "No, no, don't apologise. You- you were just trying to be nice. I was rude and inconsiderate, I shouldn't have said those things."

"Babe, trust me, your words might've hurt, yeah I mean, they came from you," you blushed slightly at the comment, looking away from him. "but it's not like Bowers hasn't called me anything worse, it's not like my friends haven't called me anything worse. Hell, it's not like I haven't called myself anything worse!" He took your hand in his, before quickly dropping it again. "I'm sorry for everything, I promise I won't disturb you again." He put a hand over his heart. "Scouts honor!"

You giggled, taking his hand back in yours and giving it a little squeeze. "Are you even a scout?" he shook his head, his eyes stuck on your hands, intertwined. "You have nothing to apologize for, I just don't like when people take pity on me, and well, it's my choice to alone, trusting people is hard and I don't feel like getting hurt anytime soon." You sighed, scratching the back of your head, your gaze falling to the ground. "Idowanttobeyourfriend" you breathed silently hoping he hadn't heard you. Much to your despair, he had heard you clearly, as you could guess from the silly grin on his face.

"You do?" he choked, his smile growing even larger. "Why?"

"I- I honestly don't know" You laughed, pulling on your ears, a nervous habit you had picked up at a very young age. "You seemed to be the only person who has ever shown interest in me and I would be kidding myself if I said I didn’t envy you, you know, with all your friends to spend time with, to go to the cinema with, to just relax with. I guess maybe I should give this whole friendship thingy a shot." You smiled brightly at him, as he pulled you in for a hug. 

"You know, we could just skip this 'whole friendship thingy' and go straight to dating" He winked as you pulled away from him, swatting his arm, playfully.

"If you keep making those jokes I will seriously end you." Even though your words were serious, there was a smile on your face. "I guess I should properly introduce myself first, right? I don't know the whole protocole here..." you looked at the ground, embarrassed.

"Did you just say you didn't know the 'protocole' of a friendship?" Richie repeated, his hands immediately hugging his belly as he laughed at the epitome of introvert that stood before his eyes. "I'm Richie." He smiled once he had calmed down. "Richie Tozier"

"I'm (Y/N). It's really nice to meet you Richie."

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Drunk words are sober thoughts// Fred Weasley

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: @yeethoess: “hello, could you do prompts 15 and 36 with fred weasley please”

@chocok22: “Can I please get number 34 with Fred Weasley?”

@rommylove: “Hey could I request 7, 10 and, 20 with Fred Weasley.”

A/N: I am very aware I’ve been lacking, but I haven’t been very inspired lately. However I made myself write this one cus ya know, today is Fred’s birthday :). If you want to request you can, and please do, I write for more characters except Fred lmao, just go ahead and request it! Or message me for anything idc I’ve been very bored lately :) please enjoy this crap I produced in a few hours.

“We won!” Fred screamed, hosting you up in his arms. “I can’t believe we actually won!” He continued, blissfully laughing before putting you down and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Woah there, big guy. I know you’re excited but you’re suffocating me.” You laughed, playfully punching him in his back.

“I’m sorry, love. I just cannot believe we actually won the Quidditch Cup. Charlie is going to be so delighted.” He continued pulling back, his hands resting on your face.

It had been the last match, Gryffindor against Slytherin, and after an intense couple of hours, Harry had managed to catch the Golden Snitch, resulting in his team winning the Quidditch Cup for the first time since Charlie Weasley had attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Oi, you two, stop flirting over there, we have a party to attend to.” You heard from your left turning to face a smiling George who had just finished ruffling Harry’s hair.

You felt a pair of arms rest around both yours and Fred’s shoulders, pushing you forwards and off the station. “He’s right. We ought to celebrate finally winning the Cup. This feels like a dream; on my final year too! And McGonagall thought my training schedule was horrendous.” Oliver Wood’s voice rang in your ears as he pushed himself forward to congratulate the rest of the team.

“Your training schedule was horrendous; we were training more than all of the other teams combined!” Fred shouted after his team’s captain who was already too deep im embraces from his house’s members to hear the twin’s protests. “I barely had time to study this year and this is his reaction?” Fred sighed as you both continued walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

“As if you would study even if you had had the time.” You laughed just as you entered the castle, following the many Gryffindor students who kept joyfully chanting their way to the party.

“Oh, so you’re just so keen on personally attacking me now?” He chimes, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You aren’t exactly wrong, but those training schedules meant I couldn’t spend as much time as I wanted to with you, this year, and we both know just how heartbroken you were when you found out you weren’t able to spend all those wonderful afternoons, cuddling up with me.” He smirked at you, earning a smack on his head.

“Sometimes I wonder why I decided to be friends with such a pretentious idiot in the first place.” You smiled as you finally reached the Fat Lady portrait that secured the entrance to the common room. From behind it, you could already hear the celebrations that were occurring, imagining all the food, the drinks and the decorations that had been put up for this wonderful occasion.

“That’s no way to talk about Georgie. I know his intelligence isn’t his forte, but he’s not that pretentious, you know? Scurvy Cup.” Fred stated as the painting moved forward and the Fat Lady disappeared behind it with a heartfelt ‘Don’t have too much fun’.

Before you could respond to the redhead’s comment, Fred had already been shoved away from you and into a group of giggling girls, all of them intrigued on how he had such strength to make the Bulger hit the Slytherins’ brooms with such intensity. You were used to this by now, although there were many perks of befriending the Weasley twins, there was also the slight disadvantage of how social and outgoing they were which meant you were more often than not pushed away from them, since so many people, specially girls, wanted to be with them as well. You couldn’t blame them, there was something so alluring about Fred and George’s personality that sometimes you were shocked how the whole school wasn’t in love with them both.

“Don’t look so gloomy, (Y/N). Our house just won the Quidditch Cup for the first time in several years.” Lavender Brown giggled, shoving a cup in your hands. “Have a drink. You look so off-putting just standing there, doing nothing at all.”

“Don’t you have something a bit... stronger?” you questioned, eyeing the pumpkin juice in the cup you were holding.

“I might just have a few shots. Someone from seventh year was able to get a few bottles of Firewhiskey, if you’re interested.” The girl explained as you both made your way to the drink’s table. “I don’t know if they hid it better so the younger ones don’t get drunk on it, but Dean said it was under the... Aha!” Lavender exclaimed producing a single bottle of the so desired alcohol. “I’ll pour it for you since I know how you can get when there’s Firewhiskey and Fred Weasley off with some girls involved.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides I won’t get drunk, don’t worry; we still have a ton of homework and I’m sure McGonagall is going to make us a ‘surprise visit’ tomorrow to see just how much we have destroyed the common room.” You stated just as your friend finished filling up the bottom of a cup, offering it to you. “Thank you.” You smiled, bringing the cup to your lips, the fiery taste immediately warming up your mouth. “It has been a long day, I needed this.”

Lavender rolled her eyes, safely hiding the bottle again, making sure none of the younger students were looking. “You are so dramatic. The game wasn’t even that long. Now come on, you can’t enjoy a party if you aren’t even dancing.”

It wasn’t long before the both of you joined the rest of your friends, dancing actively just as the alcohol seemed to be starting to kick in. Lavender was partially right- you did drink an awful lot every time there was a party such as this one, but you were always able to hold yourself back from getting actually drunk. You drank enough to feel slightly buzzed, but never enough so you couldn’t remember anything the morning after.

However, today was different. The overly-touchy couple dancing next to you seemed to push you to keep drinking. You knew you shouldn’t feel this way, he was just your friend and he was more than welcome to be with other girls, after all you didn’t own him, nobody did. Yet, every time it look like you weren’t bothered by their proximity anymore, Fred’s loud whisper in the girl’s ear that prompted her obnoxious laugh would make your cup reach your lips almost immediately after. You knew you weren’t just buzzed anymore, your thoughts already becoming more and more incoherent, but you couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t stop. If it meant you wouldn’t be as bothered by his hands slowly sliding down her back as her hands rummaged through his whole body, if it meant those images would be less defined than they were supposed to be, then it was fine by you.

“How about we go for a walk?” Lavender abruptly asked, turning your face towards the door. “I think it’s a bit stuffy in here, we should get some air.” She continued quickly, already pulling your arm.

“Lav, why would we do that when it’s already way past our curfew. That would be absolutely-“ as you turned your head to meet your friend’s eyes, the reason for her unusual request caught yours. Their faces, pressed together, their lips moving rapidly, hungrily, his hand on her hips, pushing her towards him, her hand in his hair, pulling it savagely.

You didn’t even have time to process how Lavender knew you were so infatuated by Fred to the point that this scenery would hurt you deeply. Sure she had made jokes about how you two should be dating but you never actually took any of those seriously. You didn’t even think about the possibility that others might know as well, something you so deeply wished to keep as a secret, in fear it would ruin your friendship with the boy. You felt tears starting to prick in your eyes, pushing through the crowd and out of the common room. Why were you even so upset? Fred didn’t owe you anything, he was you friend and nothing more, that had been made very clear, specially tonight. You made your way to the Astronomy Tower, carefully passing by a lecturing Bloody Baron and a remorseful looking Peeves, so as not to bring yourself any unwanted attention.

When you reached the top, you sat down, looking up at the stars. Ever since you were little, looking at the stars would always help you calm down, see the bigger picture, they would always make you feel better.

“You know, these stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” The booming voice startled you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know to whom that voice belonged to. “Why did you run away like that, we were in the middle of a celebrating my big win.” Fred smiled taking a seat besides you.

“Oh, right, what a big win it was.” You spat, scooting away from him. The Firewhiskey you had previously drank seemed to be giving you some unnecessary confidence. “Why don’t you go back to your big win. I’m sure she is missing your lips so much.”

“Love, are you jealous?” Fred laughed, closing the gap between you two once more.

“So now you’re aware of my feelings? All this time I’ve been in love with you but only now are you realising I may have feelings too?” The alcohol was doing quite a number on you as it took you a moment to process your own words. “Did I just say that out loud?” You grimaced, getting up from your spot, and ready to once again run away. Many could argue running away from your problems wasn’t the key to solving them, but you would beg to differ, since in this case it seemed like it was the only solution.

“You did, (Y/N), and honestly can’t say I’m surprised after the way you acted tonight.” Fred grinned, pulling himself up and in between your body and the door, far too quickly for your own liking, preventing you from escaping this disastrous conversation. “I guess since we are giving this whole honestly thing a try, I should do it was well: I did kiss that girl back there but I couldn’t stop picturing you in my arms your hands on my hair, your lips on mine. I was doing it so much that I even ended up moaning your name. I guess you can assume she wasn’t too happy about it, but who would be, imagine getting the chance to kiss me, the most gorgeous specimen there is, just to realise I’m not thinking about you at all.

You stared at him, disbelief prominent in your features. “Right sorry, point is, that is when I saw you running away to this place, and obviously I had to follow you to make sure you weren’t getting into to trouble... At least not without me. Nice spot by the way. Gorgeous view, calm and quite, it’s honestly splendid.”

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” Had he actually called out your name in the middle of making out with another girl? Had he actually pictured you, in her place, with him? You felt your legs give under your weight, as you slid back onto the floor. “You like me as well?” You questioned, hopefully.

“I never said that...” he started, but you quickly interrupted.

“Just admit that I’m right.” You breathed, forcing him to sit down in front of you. “Please?”

“(Y/N), I don’t like you...” He explained, kneeling next to you. “I love you, have loved you since our first year actually. The moment you got really angry at me and Georgie for pulling a prank on you so you pulled one back, I just knew you were the one for me.” He continued, resting his hands on your face. “I’m just admired someone as smart as you took so long to figure that out.”

“You were the one loudly making out with someone else at the party, not me.” You argumentes, leaning towards him.

“Fair enough, but in my defense, I was so strongly convinced someone like you couldn’t possibly like me back that I was trying my best to get you out of my head, thus my many, unfortunate, shared kisses with that girl. Wait, was it really that loud?” He asked making you smile. “Why I ever made such an idiotic decision, I will never know.” His features mimicked yours, as he sat next to you resting his arm on your shoulders. “You know you’ve made me very self conscious of my own kissing abilities, right?”

You jolted yourself up, capturing his lips in yours as the both of you moved in sync, his hands resting on your hips, yours on his neck. “Loud but magnificent.” You laughed, sitting back in your original position, your head resting in his shoulder.

“Mm, if I knew you kissed like that, I wouldn’t have even let you out of my side for a second, tonight.” Fred hummed appreciatively.

It had been fairly quick until you felt your body become progressively more tired to the point you could barely hold in your yawning.

“It’s okay to sleep, love.” You heard Fred’s voice besides you. “You did drink quite a lot tonight, don’t think I didn’t notice. I’ll just carry you back to the dorm, don’t worry.”

“But you can’t get inside my room, remember?” You lazily stated, feeling your eyes close once more.

“I guess you’ll be lucky enough to sleep with me tonight.” He lightly laughed at his own comment, taking your hand in his, admiring how well the both of them fit together. “(Y/N)?” He questioned once he noticed the lack of response from your side. “Are you still awake?”

Yet, once again, you didn’t respond, the alcohol completely taking control over your body, making you fall asleep almost instantly after reminding Fred of the difficulty in entering your dorm room. The boy just shook his head, a smile playing in his lips, trying to picture back the moment you had first confessed your feelings to him. Winning the Quidditch Cup and getting the girl he had longed for so long, in the same day? This was surely a day he would remember very fondly for years to come, and he could hardly wait to share the news with his twin brother.

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Nightmares// Fred Weasley

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: @iprobablyshipit91​:  “Ahh I could literally request so many Fred Weasley imagines with these prompts! I’ll go for 6, 76 and 79 if that’s okay! Thank you!”  

@seppys-return-to-madness: “62, 45, 15 with fred?”

6: “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

15: “Are you still awake?”

45: “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”´

79: “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

A/N: I got so many Fred Weasley requests, so I’m trying to pair them up a bit. Thank for them though, and please keep sending them in. I might post a Charlie Weasley imagine soon because I may or may not have a big fat crush on him. Hope you enjoy this request, I wrote everything at three a.m. so I cannot promise it is very good. Anyway, enjoy and I hope this is what you wanted when you made the request! :)

Everything seemed to be falling apart, and quite quickly, as a matter of fact. The walls that had once formed the once awestrucking castle that had been their school, their home away from home, until the past year, now stood before them in ruins. Professors and students, family and friends, all stood side by side, casting spell after spell, protecting, defending the prior peaceful wizarding community. Fred looked around him- Percy was the closest to him. ‘Merlin’s beard. He really is here with us.’ Fred thought, quickly casting a protection spell at a young Gryffindor who had chosen to stay and fight. If you had told Fred a mere twelve hours ago that his older brother would return, turn his back against the Ministry of Magic and apologise, inevitably admitting his mistake, he would have most likely laughed in your face. Chances would be he would even joke about you taking his place in the pranking community.

Percy looked at the twin, throwing him a quizzical look, which Fred understood immediately. ‘He’s right, I have to focus on protecting others and myself, I don’t have time to wonder about other things now.’ Alas, it had been a counterproductive thought- the instant he thought about protecting others he thought about protecting you, specifically. He started thinking about how you were, whether you were still alive or not… But you had to be, right? A wonderful witch like you, the best in your year at both Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, you had to be pulling yourself quite well.

(but the death eaters had so much more experience)

You were fine, of course you were. You had been in the Dumbledore’s Army, you knew how to fight

(if you had been forced to face bellatrix, you wouldn’t be able to survive, he knew that)

A scream pulled him away from his thoughts. He realised now that George had joined both him and Percy fighting against the hooded Death Eaters who seemed to only know one single spell. Secretly, he was thankful he was able to at least know where his twin was and how he was doing. Although he would never actually say those words to him, he wouldn’t know what to do if he died. There was another scream that seemed to echo through the entire castle. It was impossible to know if that scream had or not come from you, but that didn’t stop his mind from thinking so.

“(Y/N) is fine.” George shouted from his left. Once again, he had proven that twin telepathy could be real. “She was helping Madam Pomfrey just now, since she has been having so much difficulty keeping up with everyone who has gone in and out of the make-shift infirmary. She was also trying to stop Ginny from going to the battle to fight, although I must say she is failing miserably.” Fred chuckled, more motivated to keep fighting, knowing you were not only thriving, but helping others in the process.

Another spell was cast and the hood from the Death Eater standing in front of them fell, revealing the Minister of Magic.

“Hello, Minister” Percy stated, as he casted another Protego spell. “Did I mention I was resigning?” From a few meters away, Fred was able to make out Harry, Ron and Hermione, all rough-looking but with a smile in their faces, possibly because of Percy’s comment.

“You’re joking, Perce. You’ve got to be joking.” Fred laughed, letting his arm, the one that held the wand, fall to his side, looking at his brother in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since… Well, since- “Before he was able to complete his sentence, there was a loud explosion, sending him flying away.

He didn’t have time to act, he barely had time to comprehend what was happening. Debris were falling everywhere, some a lot bigger that others. He heard yet another scream, although this one was much closer and much more familiar- Hermione’s, a sound he had, unfortunately, become all too familiar with. Someone pushed him to the side, just as a large piece of wall fell. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t see who his saviour had been, as a cloud of dust filled the air all too quickly, once the wall had hit the floor.

Just as the air had finally been lifted, George had pushed his twin brother to his feet, pulling him back to battle.

“Move it. This thing is far from over, we don’t have time or the privilege, as a matter of fact, to just sit there on our arses!”

In no time, they were both back in full motion, trying their best not to lose anymore focus and just making it out alive. It was harder now, to fight. Fred was exhausted, you were still no where to be found and the battle didn’t seem to be close to an end.

Just as he felt his legs break under his weight from standing up for too long, there was another announcement. Voldemort had given them an hour to collect and treat the people witches and wizards that had not been so lucky, and if during that time Harry Potter did not appear then the battle would recommence. Fred didn’t care about the rest, he only cared about one thing- you, specifically if you had or had not been one of those unlucky people. He went to the Great Hall where the bodies were being rolled in at an alarming pace. Oliver Wood passed by him quickly, not bothering to send a second glance his way, as he carried Colin Creevey in his arms. Fred was made painfully aware of his hammering heart, hoping, nay praying, that he wouldn’t find your body beyond those doors, but rather just you helping.

He felt a hand tighten on his shoulder, turning around to find his older brother Charlie, who gave him a sympathetic smile. “I reckon everyone is alright. There were a few painful casualties, like Tonks and Lupin…” The older stated as they passed by two beds where the couple laid motionless, lifeless, each with a hand sticking out, both barely touching, their faces radiating a calming energy that almost made Fred believe they were just sleeping. He felt his gut clench at the thought of your body laying like this, in this state. “But I think… I hope,” Charlie quickly corrected as they continued to advance through the sea of people crying and holding each other. “That the rest is doing quite alright.”

But something in front of them made Fred second-guess Charlie’s words. His mother was hugging his father, her head buried on his shoulder, Ginny was crying silently, holding Bill’s hand who, in turn, was holding Fleur’s. Hermione was also there, on her knees, next to a bed, shaking her head from side to side, in this belief, with Ron’s arm around her shoulders, his face completely apathetic. Mrs Weasley was the first notice the arrival of her two sons, wasting no time in pulling Fred into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Fred. With all the commotion, they were only able to find her body a few minutes ago, and by then it was too late to do anything. Madam Pomfrey tried everything, but she really is just�� gone.” Over his mother’s shoulders, he was able to see the body his family was surrounding. He felt his heart sink, the air leave his lungs as he saw your hair lay flat, most of it on the floor, your eyes closed, your face pale, and just like Tonks and Lupin, lifeless.

“No, no, no, this can’t be real, this is not real, it just isn’t!” He rushed to your side, feeling the tears already forming in his eyes. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” He pleaded taking one of your hand in his, allowing his other hand to run through your face, trying to find any signs of life, even if part of him, knew it was already pointless. He still had to try, he couldn’t bare thinking he wasn’t able to save you, he wasn’t able to spend your last few minutes together, he couldn’t bare to think you were gone and so was your future together. He couldn’t bare to think that was the end of everything.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ginny kneel next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Freddie… I can’t believe it either, but she really is gone…They told me it was during the explosion, she got caught under a wall, I think…” He stopped listening after his sister said, ‘the explosion’, the rest of the words just seemed to be muffled out. You were killed during the explosion, the same one in which someone had miraculously saved him, and he could just put his hands in fire on how that someone had been you. If only George hadn’t pulled him so hastily out of there. If only he hadn’t so foolishly been taken aback because of Percy’s comment and hadn’t gotten so distracted in the first place. If only he had taken everything much more seriously, then maybe you would’ve been there, with him, alive.

“No, that’s- that’s not true. Come on, she’s just sleeping, can’t you see?” His voice cracked with each sentence, the disbelief present in it, as he caressed both your hands and your face a bit more forcefully now. “Come on, love, wake up. You need to wake up, because I can’t do this without you.” His whole body was shaking, trembling in fear. Why did you have to die, why were you the one that had passed away and not him? Why did you decide to save him instead of staying put, alive and well? Before he knew it, a scream erupted from within him.

It was a silent scream, more of a loud cry really, but still he kept at it, he kept silently screaming until he realised, he was no longer at Hogwarts but rather at the Burrow, in his tiny childhood bed which he was now sharing with you. He sat up quickly, looking at your peaceful face, this time he knew you were just sleeping, your chest was rising and falling slowly, a small smile plastered on your face, and he hoped you were dreaming of him.

A dream, that was all it was. A nightmare, really, but still just fiction, you did get caught in the explosion trying to save him, but you were found just in time to be cured. You had been treated carefully and after a few months of recovery, you were good as knew, brighter and livelier than ever.

His hand flew to his face, wiping away all the tears that didn’t seem to stop falling. He turned to you once again, making a bit too much movement, his body still trembling, and he knew if he tried to get out of bed and onto his feet, he would immediately fall. “Are you still awake…” He spoke quietly, trying not to wake you up in case you weren’t.

“Well, now I am. You made such a commotion standing up and turning around, it was impossible not to wake up.” You smiled, yawning, sleepily turning to meet his face. As soon as your eyes met his you stopped smiling. His shirt was covered in tears, his nose slightly red, his face pale almost as if he had just now seen a ghost. “Wha- What happened? Freddie, are you okay?”

He didn’t answer, instead he grabbed your face in his hands, carefully analysing every aspect of it, making sure you were real, making sure you had survived and that had all been nothing but a dream. As soon as he had a confirmation, he pulled you into a hug, before pulling away once again to look at your face.

“Fred, what happened? What are you doing? Why are you crying?”

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I’m sorry I woke you up.” He continued his forceful tear-wiping, looking the other way, trying to stop you from seeing him like this, so broken, so emotional, so out of character.

“Hey, look at me.” You let your hand rest on his cheek, pulling his gaze towards you. “It’s okay to cry… Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” You questioned as he shook his head quickly. It had been too much, he didn’t want to ever verbalise it, or at least not so soon after. “Okay, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but just know that I’m okay, I’m here, we’re all here, as a matter of fact, your whole family, even Ginny and Ron. We are all fine. Emotionally? Not so great, but physically we are all amazing. You don’t have to worry about us, specially not me. I have a special talent of pulling myself through really tough times if that means I can go back to you and annoy you endlessly.” He smiled at your joke, as you continued to caress his face with your thumb, wiping some tears. You pulled him in for a quick kiss before getting up.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re going to the kitchen. I’m going to make you some tea and we can both sit in the living room, we can even cuddle if you are in the mood for that, so you don’t have to go back to sleep right away.”

He shot out of bed as well, going up to you and pulling you into a tight hug, almost squashing you in the process. “I don’t know what I would do without you, (Y/N), I really do not. You’re it for me, you’re my whole life, you know that right? You know that I love you?” There was a hint of desperation in his voice. Losing you in a dream had felt far too real, he never wanted to go through something like that ever again. “I can’t lose you, I just can’t.”

“You’re safe now, Freddie, I’ve got you. Just as you got me. We’ve got each other.” You smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead before taking his hand in yours. “Now, come on. I can tell you all about Percy’s adventures with the Gnomes and how Ginny ‘accidently’, or so she says, hit him in the head with one today. That ought to cheer you right up!”

He looked at you once again, a smile playing on his lips. A nightmare, that was all it was. You were there, there with him, still bubbly and full of life. You were unharmed, you were whole, and so was he.

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I’m here now// Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: @bengaliandslytherclaw​ “can you do a Fred Weasley x Reader post Hogwarts and war and also a Ravenclaw reader with a bit of angst and fluff mixed and maybe not in the Burrow thanks”

A/N: I hope I did your request justice. I just didn’t include the part about being a Ravenclaw since I couldn’t get it to appear naturally in the story. I hate the ending but I had fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it and please send in requests! I had a couple busy weeks but I have time now!

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Writing prompts

(stolen from @imaginary-legendary-hamilton until I actually have the guts to write my own prompts)

Please make requests with this prompts (or without them) with any character your heart desires hehe :)))

1. “Do you want me to leave?”

2. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

3. “I’m not jealous.”

4. “You can’t keep doing this.”

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

7. “You did what?!”

8. “We’re you ever going to tell me?”

9. “Don’t ask me that.”

10. “I might have a few shots.”

11. “What’s with the box?”

12. “Say it!”

13. “I could kiss you right now.”

14. “Are you done with that?”

15. “Are you still awake...”

16. “Excuse you?”

17. “This is all your fault!”

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

19. “I could kill you right now!”

20. “Just admit I’m right.”

21. “That doesn’t even make sense!”

22. “That’s irracional.”

23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask?”

25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes and call you crazy. Even then... especially then.

26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”

31. “You’re weren’t suppose to laugh!”

32. “This is by far the dumbest thing you’ve done.”

33. “I’m not going to stop picking you until you give me some attention.”

34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

36. “Did I say that out loud?”

37. “Do you think you could have loved me?”

38. “Everyone keeps telling me that you’re the bad guy.”

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

40. “Have I ever lied to you?”

41. “Have you lost you’re fucking mind?”

42. “His ego is so visible. I can almost watch it grow.”

43. “I am not losing you again!”

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

46. “I just need to be alone right now.”

47. “When I picture myself happy... it’s with you.”

48. “I made a mistake.”

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

50. “I need you to forgive me.”

51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

53. “I’m flirting with you.”

54. “I’m not good enough for you.”

55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”

56. “I’m sorry what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

57. “I’m up for a challenge.”

58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”

59. “I’m yours.”

60. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to seduce me.”

61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!”

62. “It’s okay to cry...”

63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”

64. “Talk to me!”

65. “Look at me- just breathe, okay?”

66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”

67. “Oh my God! You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”

68. “Well, this is where I live.”

69. “We finish this the same way we started- together.”

70. “What are you afraid of?”

71. “You are the single best thing that has happened to me.”

72. “You deserve so much better.”

73. “You don’t have to stay.”

74. “You don’t know yourself the way I do.”

75. “You fainted straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

77. “You shouldn’t have been there!”

78. “You weren’t suppose to hear that...”

79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

80. “Teach me.”

81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?!”

82. “Looks like we are going to be stuck here for a while.”

83. “Just once.”

84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

85. “It’s not what it looks like.”

86. “I got you a present.”

87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

88. “See, now, was that so bad?”

89. “You’re the best part of me.”

90. “I don’t want to think about what I would be without you.”

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

92. “Let’s move in together.”

93. “It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.”

94. “What time is it?”

95. “Just wait a second!”

96. “Here, let me.”

97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.”

98. “Hold me back!”

99. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”

100. “I adore you.”

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I’m here now// Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: @bengaliandslytherclaw​ “can you do a Fred Weasley x Reader post Hogwarts and war and also a Ravenclaw reader with a bit of angst and fluff mixed and maybe not in the Burrow thanks”

A/N: I hope I did your request justice. I just didn’t include the part about being a Ravenclaw since I couldn’t get it to appear naturally in the story. I hate the ending but I had fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it and please send in requests! I had a couple busy weeks but I have time now!

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You took another sip of your tea looking out of the window in your shared apartment with Fred. Even though the war had long since finished, the pain that you felt was still very much prominent. All the loss, the grieving of so many people at the same time, all of the funerals that didn’t seem to end; the constant questions to which you could never actually answer truthfully, all of the “How are you holding up?” and “How are you feeling?” with those pitiful smiles that you dreaded; the tears that seemed to not be able to stop falling down anymore. Maybe it was better to become apathetic, maybe it was better to just not have a soul anymore, at least you wouldn’t be feeling like this, so depressed, so out of you, so dependent of other people to do your menial tasks that you couldn’t seem bothered to do anymore. It was too much, too much had happened in such a short amount of time, so many people had been killed right in front of your eyes, so many children, just finishing up their first year at Hogwarts, so many young people that could barely even count as teenagers yet, so many of them that had become orphans, you included, overnight. You had lost, along with your family, so many of your friends that it was almost impossible to know how you were even able to be coping with everything.

           All the memories of you smiling, laughing, having fun seemed so distant at the moment, so far away, almost as if someone had them and told you about it afterwards, almost as if you had them but in another life, a life where you hadn’t known this kind of pain, this kind of dull feeling always present in your chest. It was hard to believe that Bill and Fleur’s wedding had been a mere year ago, not with all those laughs and kisses you had shared with Fred, in between all those glasses of champagne that were basically bottomless, something that you didn’t seem to be able to do now. Had your parents still been alive this day, they would have most certainly told you to stop shredding tears for the people you lost and instead focus on the people you have in front of you right now. Your mother would have most likely added that you shouldn’t be feeling like this since you knew what was to come before the war had even began, so you just should have been prepared.

           The mug on your hands had long since gone cold, but you couldn’t be bother anymore, part of you felt maybe the cold your pair up well with the hot tears that started falling down your face once more. It had started to rain a while ago, adding so much unnecessary cliché to the moment. The front door opened and closed quietly, a tall red-haired emerging from it. You had noticed that the pain you were feeling in that moment seemed so less prominent that you it was supposed to, adding a tad bit of guilt to the list of emotions you had been feeling in the past days. Perhaps you had gone through so much and got hurt so much, so quickly that any of the really bad emotions you had been feeling was wearing off, you tried to reason with yourself, using the sleeve of your sweater to clean your tears away.

           “Hey, love” Fred started kneeling in front of you, though you didn’t turn to meet his eyes. “Feeling any better?” You chose to ignore the generic question, you knew he already knew the answer by heart, he was just trying to strike up conversation, wanting you to talk the way you used to, so carefree

(so naïve)

So full of life, so excited

(so unexperienced)

You shook your head in your mind, trying to get all those thought out of it. The truth was that you couldn’t feel that way anymore, you couldn’t be happy, joyous- every time you tried to talk you seemed to get chocked up. You tried going to a therapist for a while, well, you tried many therapists, right after the war, but it made pretty obvious rather soon that none of them were going to work out since none of them could actually understand what you were going through, none of them could, none of them could understand what you felt, what you were still feeling.

“Mom is organising a family lunch tomorrow, if you feel like finally getting out of the house” the boy continued, unbothered by the lack of response or even movement from his girlfriend. “She specially requested your presence (Y/N), she even told me to go to the Burrow today, just the two of us, so we could spend the night there and maybe help out tomorrow, maybe it would take your mind off of things, keeping you busy. We could take the train there, or call for a car, if you don’t feel like using magic to travel.” You didn’t move, predictably- it had been like this for weeks. Him trying to sough out any sort of response out of you, inviting you to get out of the house, even if just to get breakfast at the café right next to your apartment building, cracking his usual jokes, retelling the pranks him and his twin had pulled back in their days at Hogwarts, giving you your favourite flowers and cooking meals for you since if he did not basically force-feed you, you would just neglect all kinds of food, your stomach too filled with anger and repulsion of surviving whilst your friends had all died in your place to accept anything willingly.

Fred sighed heavily, resting his hands on your thighs “Please, just say something, anything!” he looked at you, your face still facing the window, not a single muscle moving. “How long are you going to keep this up? Were all doing awfully you know, for Merlin’s sake, Georgie is half deaf, I almost died! But still, here I am, here we all are, trying to cheer you up, trying to get you to feel better, like we didn’t go through the same things!” It was the first time he had raised his voice at you, keeping any negative thoughts out of your way, preferring to take care of you instead.

“Oh, that is so nice of you!” you scoffed, finally turning to look at his face. It held a mixture of anger, relief and guilt. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly need help, I don’t need you, Fred, your mother or anyone, as a matter of fact, to cheer me up.”

“Obviously you don’t. I am so sorry I spent all this time trying to get you back on your feet when you didn’t even need any help at all with it. So dumb of me to have missed how you’re already doing so well on your own. What an absolute wanker I am.” He threw his hands in the air, dramatically.

“Okay, I’m sorry, when exactly did you hear me say that I was ‘back on my feet’? I just said I didn’t need your constant smothering. I need to grief on my own.” You put down your mug on the tiny coffee table next to you. “You’re right, you went through some things I went through, but certainly not exactly everything. You didn’t see your best friend being killed right on front of your own eyes, you didn’t lose both your parents only a few hours apart and you certainly didn’t almost lose the person who had promised to marry you as soon as the war was over…” You added the last part in a whisper, almost uncertain if you really meant for him to hear it or not. Fred was shocked to say the least. Ever since the battle at Hogwarts, you two had barely spoken two words, not from lack of effort on his part, this had not only been his first time opening up but also yours.

“Do you have any idea what it was like hearing about the explosion and how it had caught you? Do you have any idea the fear I felt during those hours when you were unconscious? I had already lost so much; I couldn’t bear to even think I had lost you as well. Yet, I had to put up with seeing you laying in that bed, so much blood on you, your family around you crying so much that I could barely even comprehend it for a second. All those thoughts that had gone through my head during that time, all those “I have officially lost everything, my soulmate is gone as well” that kept popping every single time I thought they were gone for good, every…” she trailed off, resting her face in her hands “You’re right, I have been inconsiderate towards everyone lately, specially you, but I just got so close to never seeing you again that that has basically been all I could think about every time I look at you. A life without you in it, without you at my side, it’s just…” the warm tear started rolling down your face again, prohibiting you from continuing.

“I… I had no idea you felt like this. I can’t believe I actually put you through that” Fred took the opportunity to speak up once more, pulling you into his arms “I’m here now, I survived, right? Shouldn’t that be all that matters” he spoke quietly, softly, letting you cry on his shoulder “Why didn’t you just tell me how you felt? Why didn’t you tell me what you had been imagining?” He pulled you away from him, analysing your face, using his thumb to brush away your tears.

“It’s not like I could just go up to you right after the war had ended and tell you what everything that had gone through my mind during those hours. Not with everyone so relieved that you had survived, it wasn’t the right moment, and the, as time passed, I couldn’t bring myself to do so and I kind of just kept everything to myself, piling up all of my feelings. My parents were gone, Hannah was gone, and it just felt I had no one to talk to anymore…”

“You had me; you have always had me! It has been so awful to you lately I just wanted to get you to open up a bit, so… well, so this wouldn’t happen!” he smiled apologetically, pulling you into his embrace once again. “Oh, blimey, I can’t believe this, love. Look…, hey, look at me” Fred held your chin, hosting your head up “I’m here now, I pulled through, I’m with you now and, trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I regret to inform you that you’re basically stuck with me for life now, (Y/N).” You laughed a bit, he immediately smiled, it was the first time he had heard that wonderful smile in weeks and Merlin, had he missed it. “Promise me that any time you’re feeling something like this again, every time that you’re feeling, even if just a little bit, blue you’ll come to me, so we can do it, go through whatever it is, together.”

“Yeah, yes, I promise. It has been awful not talking to you, I missed you so much” He leaned forwards, capturing your lips in his. If there was a list of things he missed about you, kissing was certainly right at the top “Now, how about we start getting ready to go to your parents house? I reckon it’s time I left the house, I reckon I’m in need of a distraction and your mother is providing the perfect one” He didn’t answer, he just pulled you into his embrace again. After all this pain, it felt like heaven to be able to hold Fred once more.

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What fandoms do you write for? What are your rules?

well as for the rules i guess just no smut, i’m not very comfortable writing it sorry, anything else is fine.

fandoms i write for: anne with an e, american horror story, harry potter, maze runner, teen wolf, IT, stranger things, marvel mcu (if you would like to request anything outside this list, just let know :) )

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Mike Hanlon // House of Memories

I met Mike Hanlon when I was 4 and he was 5. I went to the butchery with my mother that day and saw Mike making a delivery. From that day on we became inseperable. We would ride our bikes together around town, sleep at each others house, I would help him around the farm, he would help me with my homework, we would laugh together, he woud take me to school every time he could, I would help him with the deliveries, I would try to protect him from Henry Bowers, and he would try to protect me from anything really.

When the whole IT incident started, we met the Loser’s and they accepted us both from day one, as if had always been freinds our whole lives. That is, until we started to drift apart. Bev was the first, moved in with her aunt, then it was Stan, Eddie, Richie, Bill and before I knew it, we weren’t the Loser’s anymore. Mike and I still talked, but eventually we stopped as well. My parents got frightened after a ton of kids gone missing and got killed so we moved away. Strangely enough, I started forgetting about my past, my whole childhood in Derry, as if had never happen. I could still remember IT, Pennywise, I could still remember the Losers, going down to the Barrens, to the Sewers, but I couldn’t remember what we did to IT, I couldn’t remember my friends’ surnames, I couldn’t remember what made each and everyone of them unique.

I looked outside the car window, the signs passing by me, not really taking them in. My grandmother got sick a few days ago so we were going to live with her for a while until she got better. She never left Derry.

We arrived at our old house, where my gradma was staying; nothing had changed. The living room was still the same, my old treehouse was still in the big oak tree in our backyard, my bike was still in the little garage next to the house. I took a deep breath, going inside the house, climbing up the stairs to go to my room. It had stayed the same as well.

“I didn’t want to change it” My grandmother spoke from behind me. “I always thought you would come back one day, I wanted to make you feel welcome once you did, wanted to make you feel at home.”

“This was never my home. It was just a house.” I sighed heavily, sitting on top of my bed. “Too many things happened here for me to ever call this place a home.”

“Honey…” My grandmother started but soon stop as she looked at me. We didn’t tell anyone what had happened that day at the Sewers and it’s not like I can tell her about it now, I can’t remember a thing. “I’m going to bake some cookies, want to help?”

“I need to unpack first, I’ll help you when I’m done.” I forced a smile at her as she only nodded in response. Why did we have to come back?

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I tossed and rolled in bed, not being able to keep my eyes closed, something that hadn’t happen ever since we left Derry. I decided it was useless and went outside to take a walk.  I threw on some clothes and left my house, doing my best not to wake anyone up.

The night was chilly, maybe too chilly for a midnight walk, but honestly I couldn’t just stay in that house. Being back to Derry made me feel sick, nostalgic and sick. This town never felt normal, there were too many things that weren’t right. No one seemed to care about Derry’s history, about what was happening in other people’s life, and the adults… The adults had always been the worst. It had always seem to me as they didn’t care what was happening with the kids, parents let their kids do whatever they wanted, even if it meant they were going to hurt themselves. I walked aimlessly for a while passing by all the places I used to love going to as a kid. They all seemed dark now, hateful, uninviting. The Barrens, a place I would spend hours at, as a little girl, now seemed to have a sort of air around it, a sort of air that made me wish I had never stepped a foot outside the house. A cold breeze of air made me hug myself tightly, trying to provide as much warmth as possible. The shadows around me seemed to be getting closer. I shook my head. That was all gone, all away. Derry was now just another small town-

(at least for now)

-just another typical American town in a sea of many others.

(but it isn’t typical)

The thought seemed to come from out of me, as if someone was whispering that in my ear. Why would I even think that? Of course Derry is normal! I’m just imagining, picturing things that aren’t here, things that have never been here!

(but they are, they have been, you saw them)

People in Derry do care about the past, we even studied it-

(so briefly, you shouln’t even consider it studying)

-at school. Parents do care about their children and if they are or aren’t doing something dangerous!

(like bill’s parents cared about georgie)

With that I decided to go home, it had been a bad idea to even go outside so late at night. I always had a very imaginative mind, at least that’s what my teachers and my parents used to say to me-

(and mike, or have you forgotten about mike)

As if my feet weren’t even listening to my thoughts of going back home, I started walking the opposite way from my house, towards the farm. Mike’s farm.

It didn’t take me long before I was in his front porch. Funny how I can’t remember which way the supermarket is from my house but I still remember clearly the way to Mike’s house.

(he was your best friend)

I was about to knock on the door before I recalled the time. It was three thirty in the fucking morning, of course everyone would be asleep by now. I exhaled deeply, ready to head back home, when I heard a noise coming from the barn. Once again, my feet worked against my racional mind as I started to move foward before even thinking if it was safe or not. It sounded like a mixture of sobs and cries.

I stopped at the entrance thinking whether or no I should actually go in. The light coming in from the barn lighted dimly the outside, making it able for me to see my feet but nothing else. With the newly found light I could see the hairs in my arms and legs were up. Was it that cold?

(was i that scared?)

I touched the wood of the barn. I still recognize this place perfectly, the memories of every single play date I had with Mike came flooding vividly back to me. This was unquestionably my house of memories. At least mine with Mike’s it was.

This made me think of what had become of Mike, something I should have done before I even came to this place. Had he made a new best friend-

(someone better than me)

Had he forgotten about me-

(like i have forgotten about our childhood)

Had I just become another someone to him?

The though stroked me harder than I thought it would, making me involuntarily take a step back, which caused a stick under my feet to crack, acknowledging my presence to whoever was inside the barn.

“Who’s there?” His voice was deeper, stronger, manlier, stranger in a way, but nonetheless, it was still Mike’s voice.

“Mike? Is that you?” I took a step inside the barn, looking around the many haystacks for my long lost best friend.

“(Y/N)? Please tell me that’s you…” A head emerged from one of the haystacks, the same black curls I used to ruffle back in the golden days.

“Yeah it’s me, Mike.” I runned towards him, tears already forming in my eyes. Just now seeing him here, in front of me, made the whole nostalgia feeling reminisce.

"You’re back! You’re actually back!” He pulled me in to a hug, softly crying in my shoulder. “You were gone, but now you’re back.” He chuckled softly, brushing my hair.

“And I’m not leaving you again…”

[connieswriting]

Gilbert Blythe // Languages

AN: okay so this is my first imagine please tell me what you think of it and tell me ways in which i can improve please! also if you want to request anything feel free to do so :)

She knew how to speak all the languages, she knew what everyone was saying around her. She knew what they were thinking, why were they acting the way they were. She could hold a conversation with anyone from any part of the world for hours. She would be able to translate any and everything. The only language she could not speak was the universal for sympathy: she could not smile.

Since she was a little girl, she always had a fascination for learning new languages, she aspired to speak to anyone, to understand everything! She started by learning English, the most universal language of them all. It didn’t take long for her to have mastered the dialect and soon enough she wanted, desired to learn another language, so she took up Mandarin. She took some classes, saw some movies, read some things, talked to some people, and in the end, she was bilingual. This went on with German, French, Portuguese, Spanish, and many others, and she didn’t stop until she completely understood every person that walked by her, spoke to her, she didn’t stop until she went to every country and could speak in their native language to them.

Her family always said she was very gifted, very talented, but she wasn’t very nice. She wasn’t able to laugh, she wasn’t able to smile, that is, until she visited a small town called Avonlea. The people from this place weren’t the nicest, they weren’t the sweetest, which made the girl feel out of place, like she wasn’t welcome. The girl met a boy, the nicest boy she had ever spoken to, he didn’t know much about other languages, he could only speak English, but he knew how to smile, he knew how to make people think they were welcome, that they were loved. It didn’t take long for the boy and the girl to become friends; they would talk about anything and would talk about nothing, they would spend hours just enjoying each other’s company, sometimes looking at one other, sometimes just staring at the sky above them. The boy had always wanted to see the girl smile, to see her laugh, to see her happy. He would often crack jokes that had made him laugh, other times he would tell her nice things about her, things he enjoyed about her personality, but none of them worked, she wouldn’t seem to understand that the only language she was uncappable of learning was indeed the language of kindness, compassion.

Soon the girl had to leave Avonlea, go back to her home town, and that meant she had to say goodbye to her new friend, her only friend. He tried one last time to make her smile, before he finally gave up. He told her goodbye, he told her he would miss her. She told him that she would miss him too. She had already turned her back on him, ready to go to another country, another town, when he called her. He told her he loved him. And that was it, the girl finally understood the language, finally understood how to speak it. She finally smiled, she finally laughed, she finally cried of happiness, because with this boy she had found something she had never found in any other place, she found love.

[connieswriting]

Mike Hanlon // House of Memories

I met Mike Hanlon when I was 4 and he was 5. I went to the butchery with my mother that day and saw Mike making a delivery. From that day on we became inseperable. We would ride our bikes together around town, sleep at each others house, I would help him around the farm, he would help me with my homework, we would laugh together, he woud take me to school every time he could, I would help him with the deliveries, I would try to protect him from Henry Bowers, and he would try to protect me from anything really.

When the whole IT incident started, we met the Loser's and they accepted us both from day one, as if had always been freinds our whole lives. That is, until we started to drift apart. Bev was the first, moved in with her aunt, then it was Stan, Eddie, Richie, Bill and before I knew it, we weren't the Loser's anymore. Mike and I still talked, but eventually we stopped as well. My parents got frightened after a ton of kids gone missing and got killed so we moved away. Strangely enough, I started forgetting about my past, my whole childhood in Derry, as if had never happen. I could still remember IT, Pennywise, I could still remember the Losers, going down to the Barrens, to the Sewers, but I couldn't remember what we did to IT, I couldn't remember my friends’ surnames, I couldn't remember what made each and everyone of them unique.

I looked outside the car window, the signs passing by me, not really taking them in. My grandmother got sick a few days ago so we were going to live with her for a while until she got better. She never left Derry.

We arrived at our old house, where my gradma was staying; nothing had changed. The living room was still the same, my old treehouse was still in the big oak tree in our backyard, my bike was still in the little garage next to the house. I took a deep breath, going inside the house, climbing up the stairs to go to my room. It had stayed the same as well.

"I didn't want to change it" My grandmother spoke from behind me. "I always thought you would come back one day, I wanted to make you feel welcome once you did, wanted to make you feel at home."

"This was never my home. It was just a house." I sighed heavily, sitting on top of my bed. "Too many things happened here for me to ever call this place a home."

"Honey..." My grandmother started but soon stop as she looked at me. We didn't tell anyone what had happened that day at the Sewers and it's not like I can tell her about it now, I can't remember a thing. "I'm going to bake some cookies, want to help?"

"I need to unpack first, I'll help you when I'm done." I forced a smile at her as she only nodded in response. Why did we have to come back?

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I tossed and rolled in bed, not being able to keep my eyes closed, something that hadn't happen ever since we left Derry. I decided it was useless and went outside to take a walk.  I threw on some clothes and left my house, doing my best not to wake anyone up.

The night was chilly, maybe too chilly for a midnight walk, but honestly I couldn’t just stay in that house. Being back to Derry made me feel sick, nostalgic and sick. This town never felt normal, there were too many things that weren't right. No one seemed to care about Derry's history, about what was happening in other people's life, and the adults... The adults had always been the worst. It had always seem to me as they didn't care what was happening with the kids, parents let their kids do whatever they wanted, even if it meant they were going to hurt themselves. I walked aimlessly for a while passing by all the places I used to love going to as a kid. They all seemed dark now, hateful, uninviting. The Barrens, a place I would spend hours at, as a little girl, now seemed to have a sort of air around it, a sort of air that made me wish I had never stepped a foot outside the house. A cold breeze of air made me hug myself tightly, trying to provide as much warmth as possible. The shadows around me seemed to be getting closer. I shook my head. That was all gone, all away. Derry was now just another small town-

(at least for now)

-just another typical American town in a sea of many others.

(but it isn't typical)

The thought seemed to come from out of me, as if someone was whispering that in my ear. Why would I even think that? Of course Derry is normal! I'm just imagining, picturing things that aren't here, things that have never been here!

(but they are, they have been, you saw them)

People in Derry do care about the past, we even studied it-

(so briefly, you shouln't even consider it studying)

-at school. Parents do care about their children and if they are or aren't doing something dangerous!

(like bill's parents cared about georgie)

With that I decided to go home, it had been a bad idea to even go outside so late at night. I always had a very imaginative mind, at least that's what my teachers and my parents used to say to me-

(and mike, or have you forgotten about mike)

As if my feet weren't even listening to my thoughts of going back home, I started walking the opposite way from my house, towards the farm. Mike's farm.

It didn't take me long before I was in his front porch. Funny how I can't remember which way the supermarket is from my house but I still remember clearly the way to Mike's house.

(he was your best friend)

I was about to knock on the door before I recalled the time. It was three thirty in the fucking morning, of course everyone would be asleep by now. I exhaled deeply, ready to head back home, when I heard a noise coming from the barn. Once again, my feet worked against my racional mind as I started to move foward before even thinking if it was safe or not. It sounded like a mixture of sobs and cries.

I stopped at the entrance thinking whether or no I should actually go in. The light coming in from the barn lighted dimly the outside, making it able for me to see my feet but nothing else. With the newly found light I could see the hairs in my arms and legs were up. Was it that cold?

(was i that scared?)

I touched the wood of the barn. I still recognize this place perfectly, the memories of every single play date I had with Mike came flooding vividly back to me. This was unquestionably my house of memories. At least mine with Mike's it was.

This made me think of what had become of Mike, something I should have done before I even came to this place. Had he made a new best friend-

(someone better than me)

Had he forgotten about me-

(like i have forgotten about our childhood)

Had I just become another someone to him?

The though stroked me harder than I thought it would, making me involuntarily take a step back, which caused a stick under my feet to crack, acknowledging my presence to whoever was inside the barn.

"Who's there?" His voice was deeper, stronger, manlier, stranger in a way, but nonetheless, it was still Mike's voice.

"Mike? Is that you?" I took a step inside the barn, looking around the many haystacks for my long lost best friend.

"(Y/N)? Please tell me that's you..." A head emerged from one of the haystacks, the same black curls I used to ruffle back in the golden days.

"Yeah it's me, Mike.” I runned towards him, tears already forming in my eyes. Just now seeing him here, in front of me, made the whole nostalgia feeling reminisce.

"You're back! You're actually back!" He pulled me in to a hug, softly crying in my shoulder. "You were gone, but now you're back." He chuckled softly, brushing my hair.

"And I'm not leaving you again..."

[connieswriting]

Gilbert Blythe // Languages

AN: okay so this is my first imagine please tell me what you think of it and tell me ways in which i can improve please! also if you want to request anything feel free to do so :)

She knew how to speak all the languages, she knew what everyone was saying around her. She knew what they were thinking, why were they acting the way they were. She could hold a conversation with anyone from any part of the world for hours. She would be able to translate any and everything. The only language she could not speak was the universal for sympathy: she could not smile.

Since she was a little girl, she always had a fascination for learning new languages, she aspired to speak to anyone, to understand everything! She started by learning English, the most universal language of them all. It didn't take long for her to have mastered the dialect and soon enough she wanted, desired to learn another language, so she took up Mandarin. She took some classes, saw some movies, read some things, talked to some people, and in the end, she was bilingual. This went on with German, French, Portuguese, Spanish, and many others, and she didn't stop until she completely understood every person that walked by her, spoke to her, she didn't stop until she went to every country and could speak in their native language to them.

Her family always said she was very gifted, very talented, but she wasn't very nice. She wasn't able to laugh, she wasn't able to smile, that is, until she visited a small town called Avonlea. The people from this place weren't the nicest, they weren't the sweetest, which made the girl feel out of place, like she wasn't welcome. The girl met a boy, the nicest boy she had ever spoken to, he didn't know much about other languages, he could only speak English, but he knew how to smile, he knew how to make people think they were welcome, that they were loved. It didn't take long for the boy and the girl to become friends; they would talk about anything and would talk about nothing, they would spend hours just enjoying each other's company, sometimes looking at one other, sometimes just staring at the sky above them. The boy had always wanted to see the girl smile, to see her laugh, to see her happy. He would often crack jokes that had made him laugh, other times he would tell her nice things about her, things he enjoyed about her personality, but none of them worked, she wouldn't seem to understand that the only language she was uncappable of learning was indeed the language of kindness, compassion.

Soon the girl had to leave Avonlea, go back to her home town, and that meant she had to say goodbye to her new friend, her only friend. He tried one last time to make her smile, before he finally gave up. He told her goodbye, he told her he would miss her. She told him that she would miss him too. She had already turned her back on him, ready to go to another country, another town, when he called her. He told her he loved him. And that was it, the girl finally understood the language, finally understood how to speak it. She finally smiled, she finally laughed, she finally cried of happiness, because with this boy she had found something she had never found in any other place, she found love.