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Hufflepuff!Reader X Draco

Again is this what you came for?

You paid for?

To watch somebody burn and crumble and stumble

Then fumble all my words and let you twist them and listen

To all the ugly things you tell me I am

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Summary: Things go from bad to worse. Not all stories have happy endings, and it would be stupid to only read the ones that did. You and Draco learn that the only way to fight prevailing evil is unconditional love.... but can you two manage?

A/n: I’d like to formally apologize right now for how much this is going to hurt all of you because... oh boy. This gets really angsty and depressing and I’d like to remind you that Draco actually had to go through all of this alone. Sure, JKR does a lot of fucked up shit, but what she did to Draco Malfoy, I will never forgive her for. She lost my respect even before she said what she did on Twitter. But as I said before: watch me save Draco Malfoy. (P.S. If you haven’t listened to Special by Gabbie Hanna or watched the music video, I highly recommend it and then crying over it because Draco Malfoy man)

Draco paced his room, scattering his possession in his fury. His room shredded once more. What had he done? What had he said? What had just happened?

“You have some nerve showing up here,” He heard his mother hiss from downstairs.

For a moment, he thought it might be you, and false hope fluttered in his chest. Wiping away his tears, he slipped your locket into his pocket and stood. Snapping his fingers, his room started to put itself back together as it pained him to remember the first time you had done that spell for him.

Now you were gone.

He let you walk away. He said the cruelest things to you. He watched you break in front of him at his own hand. He broke his promise.

“Where is she!?” Your mother’s voice demanded from downstairs. “I know she’s here!”

Draco frowned, his thoughts spinning on a dime. Why was your mother looking for you? Wouldn’t that be the first place you ran to? Fear and panic struck his chest. Were you hurt? Did you need help? His anxiety turned back to fury.

“What do you mean where is she!?” Draco snarled, leaning over the banister. “She’s gone! No thanks to you!”

“What your tongue boy,” Your mother snarled. For a fleeting moment he saw the same fire in her eyes that resided in yours when you fought him. He dismissed the thought.

“No,” He glared, defiant. “You did this! You took her from me! She thinks I always knew! She thinks that I’ve kept it from her for years!” He descended the stairs, hurling the accusations at your mother. “She idolized you! She loved you! And you manipulated her! You manipulated me!”

“I did what I had to do,” Your mother said coolly.

“You lied to your daughter! You made her think you liked me! That you approved! And for a moment I believed it too!” He spat.

“Draco, what are you talking about?” His mother asked, coming to stand beside him.

“She gave me Y/n’s father’s wand for Christmas and told me what really happened.” He took a sharp breath in. “She never told Y/n the truth. She made me do it. She tricked me into doing it so that Y/n would hate me.” He was seething fury as he realized just how deep this treachery went.

“I had to protect her from you, but she figured it out too,” Your mother sputtered. “You Malfoys are all the same, I had to protect her!”

“No.” His mother spoke up, her voice like glass shards. “He is nothing like Lucius. The only one acting like him around here is you,” Drawing her wand, he watched his mother put a full body bind on yours without an ounce of pity. “How dare you manipulate my son! How dare you make him give up the one girl he’s ever loved! You have no idea what you’ve done!” There were tears in his mother’s eyes. He had never seen his mother cry before.

Her eyes met his.

“Go. Find her. Bring her home.”

He flew up the stairs, grabbing his wand and cloak and broomstick, racing off into the night. He had no idea where to start looking for you. If you weren’t at home and you weren’t with him, he didn’t have an inkling to where you would go. As Pinnae you could be anywhere.

Panicked, he started to scan the landscape below him for any sign that you would actually try to come back here. There was no sign of you.

His thoughts raced out of control believing that you could be in serious trouble, or worse, taken by the Dark Lord. That would be his luck at this point. There was one thing that gave him hope: you knew that he never meant to hurt you with the truth about both of your fathers.

His wand, tucked in his robe pocket, began to grow warm until it almost burned him. Drawing it, he realized that he had picked up your father’s wand, not his own. It hummed in his hand, he wondered if your mother lied about the wand wanting to protect you as it responded to him.

Silvery streams emerged from the end... the residue of a Patronus.

He couldn’t cast a Patronus at any other time let alone now. He was hopeless and angry and scared.

But he had to find you before a Death Eater did. Before Voldemort did. Before his aunt did.

“Expecto Patronum!” He roared, thinking of how much he needed you.

A silver roaring lion burst forth from the wand.

“Oh, you’ve got to be bloody joking,” Draco muttered and watched the Patronus leap to the ground and race off in a direction that held no consequence to him. But he trusted that it would lead him to you.

He raced into the city, watching the glowing lion soar over the rooftops before stopping at a home of no consequence to him. Draco dropped to the street, veiled under darkness. His Patronus paced anxiously along the small path to the door of the house.

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“Y/n?” A familiar voice called my name and I dared to look up.

“Abby?” I squeaked.

“Merlin Y/n!” She rushed to my side, wrapping her arms around me. “You’ve had us worried sick!”

“Us?” I asked, wiping away my tears.

“Our mothers and me,” She answered, and I scowled.

With a shaky voice I explained to Abby what had happened. About Draco and my fight, then the confrontation between my mother and me. It was almost easier when I retold it. It seemed less real.

“Lucius killed my father,” I said the words again, and they were just as heavy on my lips. My eyes falling on the gravestone. “I’ve lost... everyone, Abby,”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Abby scoffed gently, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Everyone? Really? I didn’t know your life began and ended with Draco Malfoy,” There was a soft smile on her face.

I gaped at her and the words set in. I didn’t really lose everyone. Not even close. She right there beside me. And I thought of her parents, and Pansy, and Ernie, and Luna... My life didn’t begin and end with Draco—no mistake, he was a very nice part of it—and though it might have begun with my mother, it didn’t end there either.

“And I know, between Draco and Pansy, we haven’t hung out as much as we used to. And I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through, but you haven’t lost me Y/n,” She wrapped me into a hug, and I clung to her. “I’d still give anything for you. Hufflepuffs for life,”

I let out a hopeless laugh, pulling away from our hug.

“He probably hates me. I should have stopped and listened...” I confessed the sad truth. “Maybe he’s right... I run away to my stories and ignore reality,”

“Those stories have kept you alive,” Abby encouraged. “They’ve kept you going in the midst of reality.” She took my hand. “So, how about we try again and find a new story?”

I nodded, smiling and feeling better. Something was pacified in my chest. It still hurt, sure, but there was a comfort that I wasn’t alone any longer. That I could try again. That I could take the next step.

“Come on,” Abby stood. “Let’s get out of here,”

I nodded and took her hand, finding my balance. She grabbed her broomstick and there was a silent question in her eyes: was I going to ride or fly? I smiled and we both boarded the broomstick and flew back toward the outskirts of London to a town house I knew well.

Crashed on Abby’s bed—after Abby gave a quick run-down of what was happening to her parents—I rubbed my face and finally felt myself relax for the first time tonight. The familiarity of Abby’s roomed calmed me and her comforting words—reminding me that I wasn’t alone— now covered me like a blanket.

Just like when we were kids, Abby and I curled up in her bed and watched the stars peer over the rooftops of London as the glow in the dark sticker stars smiled at us from the ceiling.

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Draco rang the doorbell and was met with a stranger with the same piercing eyes that your best friend had.

“She said you might find your way here,” Mr. Bones smiled. “Come on in son,”

“Is she here? Y/n?” His voice was quick and panicked.

“Asleep upstairs. Both girls are,” Abby’s father locked the door behind him.

Draco stood, rigid, not sure what to do. He wanted to see you more than anything. He wanted to know that you were okay. He wanted to apologize and plead for forgiveness and hold you close until everything was secure... but if you were asleep, he knew you needed it. So, he could wait. Mr. Bones led him into a sitting room, and he felt like he was being scrutinized.

“Now, from what I understand, you have been through quite a lot recently,” Draco nodded at his words, clenching his jaw. “And though I am not your father, I am here for you. My wife and I both are. This is a safe place for you, as it always has been for Y/n and Abby.”

That caught Draco by surprise. Surely, he knew of what his father had done. Of what he had done. If you had spoken with him, then he knew a lot more than most. And yet, those were the first words offered to him by a stranger who didn’t know him from Adam. Draco was welcomed in this small home? He didn’t understand it.

“I know this road isn’t easy for you either.” Abby’s father sighed, not noting Draco’s bafflement. “You are aware of what is coming, more than I will ever understand,” His tone was sympathetic. “And I fear that I cannot change what has happened or what will come, but I can encourage you and offer some guidance if you are willing to listen,”

Draco nodded mutely, a strange feeling growing in his chest. Now that he was over the shock of the situation... something else settled within him. It was kin to the one he felt around his friends and perhaps his mother... but this was different. This was new.

“Draco, son, from what I’ve heard from the girls, tonight was difficult between you and Y/n. She is like a daughter to me as much as Abby is, and though I would love to protect her as such, I know that you perhaps need me a bit more.” Abby’s father offered a kind smile.

“Though I cannot step into your shoes, I can only imagine that you are upset because you had no choice in what happened tonight, or the information that you were given, and yet the fault and responsibility was laid on your shoulders. And therefore, you lashed out with angry words in fear, and it’s understandable. But you must remember why you were afraid, of why you were angry.”

Draco nodded and looked down at his hands. The strange feeling in his chest grew a bit more and his hands began to shake slightly as his eyes stung with unshed tears. For the first time in his life someone blatantly said they understood why he has such a sharp tongue. It was a strange feeling of relief. But it went deeper, Draco was challenged to think of something he never had before: why was he scared and angry?

“I can’t pretend to think that you’ve had a proper view on what love should be from those around you,” Draco’s eyes flashed up, his internal monologue pausing, about to protest but Mr. Bones held a hand up, stopping him. “I understand that you may love Y/n, and I do not deny it, but love is so much more than you will ever believe,” Mr. Bones pressed on.

“So, you both lashed out—I cannot place all of the blame on you, I know Y/n can be a bit hot headed when she’s angry,” There was a soft reminiscent smile on the wizard’s face. “You lashed out because your love was being threatened.”

There it was.

The realization washed over him. Of course, it made sense as to why he lashed out. Of why he said those unforgivable things. That was the reason he never found to the question he never asked. He left like his love was being threatened. His love for his parents, his love for the life they had given him. His love for you, his love for the second chance you had given him at life. He lashed out in anger and fear because he loved... and maybe he loved too much... too fiercely that ended up getting him into trouble.

“But love, it keeps no record of wrongs. It always protects. Always trusts, and always hopes...” Mr. Bones sounded like he was quoting something, melancholy in his voice. “Knowledge... it’s important. The truth just as much so. Words are said, but they’re forgotten with time... but love prevails despite it all,”

Draco wanted to believe in that sort of love. A selfless unconditional love that could forgive him, but what evidence did he have that it could exist?

He stopped the depressing thought and truly began to think, picking up his early train of thought. You were unconditional when you held him that night his father was sent to Azkaban. Abby was selfless when she trusted him enough to be alone with you and didn’t mind that he took up a lot of your time. Pansy’s defense of him was always unconditional, no matter if he was right or wrong, even before he had you. His mother loved him and his father despite the abuse she suffered over the years and refused to leave his side even now.

And before him, Mr. Bones, Abby’s father, a man who married a muggle, invited him into his home in the middle of the night, sat him down, and gave him advice. Good advice. A man who kept you safe and loved you like a daughter. A man who held no hesitancy in calling him son or extending the same protection over him as well. A man he had met maybe ten minutes ago.

Draco could believe in that sort of love.

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Padding down the stairs half-awake in the morning, it was still dark, and the sun hadn’t had a chance to rise yet. Abby’s parents were both awake: Abby’s mom was a teacher, having already left for her muggle school, and Abby’s father worked for the Ministry. Abby herself was still fast asleep when my body decided that it was awake.

I nearly had a heart attack when I looked up and Draco was causally sharing a cup of coffee with Abby’s dad like he’d been doing it his entire life. His hair was a mess—as it always was in the morning, but there was the same sleepy smile on his lips.

Then he caught sight of me and dropped his mug. It shattered on the floor and he jumped cursing. Abby’s father laughed and easily cleaned up the mess with magic and I might have giggled too.

“Hey,” I offered softly, going into the kitchen getting two new mugs from the cupboard and making us both coffees.

“Good morning,” His voice was a bit shaky as he leaned against the counter. I offered him his mug and took a sip of my own.

“So... look, I’m sorry about—”

“I’m sorry about what—”

We both tripped over the other’s words, then I started to chuckle, and Draco dissolved into laughter beside me. It was a sad, hopeful sort of laughter that held yearning and forgiveness. He took my hands and in his gentle voice, he began again.

“I lashed out in anger and fear. And I said some awful things to you. And I’m very sorry,” His blue eyes seemed to hold the world in them. “Forgive me?”

“If you can forgive me,” My eyes watered as I looked up at him. “I should have stopped and listened and I’m sorry,”

He wrapped me in his arms, and though, I knew that my life didn’t begin and end with Draco, it was still nice to have him be a part of my life. It was like a part of me had come home. Now that we were together and everything was more or less settled between us, I didn’t feel alone at all anymore.

He withdrew from the hug and reached for his coffee, but I grabbed his arm.

“Have you slept at all?” I narrowed my eyes at him. His lack of response gave me my answer.

I went to the cabinet over the stove and pulled out a vial. I glanced to Abby’s dad and he nodded in permission and I gave it to Draco.

“You need to sleep,” I pressed.

“Do you just know where everything is here?” He mused, taking the vial.

“Draco,” I chided, noting his sudden change of subject.

“I know, I know. But I... I’d like to be able to sleep in my own bed,” The confession was almost guilty.

“Then we go back to the Manor,” I took his free hand. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“But what about you and—”

“It’ll still be waiting when you’ve woken up,” I smiled and took a deep breath. “Can Abby come with us?” I looked around Draco to her dad.

“I think this is something that you two need to do alone. Abby will be available; all you need to do is send a Patronus message.” He smiled. “Let her sleep though,”

“But I can’t—” I started to explain that neither of us could cast a Patronus to send a message.

“I can,” Draco blurted out.

My attention turned to him, a shocked look on my face.

“You can what now?”

“I... I can cast a Patronus?” He admitted sheepishly, like I was going to yell at him. “I picked up your father’s wand on accident, when I left to find you,” He still wasn’t daring to look at me. “I... I was frantic thinking that maybe they got you... and the wand just... I cast a Patronus, and it led me to you,”

“The wand... and you... and... wow.” My mind processed all of the information. “So, I guess the wand really is yours,”

I wasn’t as upset about the ordeal as I was last night. In fact, I felt better knowing that my father’s wand was in good hands and that it had helped Draco find and protect me. Maybe my father was watching over me after all. The thought made me smile.

“Y/n, wait, no,” Draco fumbled. “You can have it back, you were right—”

“Hey,” I called softly. “It’s alright. The wand belongs to you. He would want you to have it,” I smiled. “Wand lore is a finicky subject, and a wand’s loyalty even more so... but I do believe in my father’s spirit, and I do believe that that wand found its way to you for a reason. Even if the methods were... questionable.” I decided. “I would like my locket back though, if you don’t mind.” A warm smile grew on my lips as I held out my hand.

Draco reached into his pocket and carefully slipped the necklace into my hand and I took a moment to fasten it around my neck, the familiar weight soothing me.

Abby’s dad led us to the hearth and took out the box of Floo Powder.

“Maybe I should go first,” Draco caught my hand. “Just in case. I’ll come back and let you know if it’s alright or not,”

I nodded and watched him grab the powder and with practiced ease, clearly state Malfoy Manor. I waited anxiously for his return my mind started to draw up worst case sceneries, then another part of my mind telling the former to shut up.

“Thank you, for everything,” I smiled and hugged Abby’s dad. “It might not seem like it, but it means the world to him, what you did.”

“I’m glad I could help darling, let me know if you two ever need anything at all,” He smiled as Draco reappeared in the hearth.

“Come on,” Draco smiled and we both were whisked away to the Manor.

Narcissa greeted us as we stepped into the grand living room. She gathered Draco into a hug, and then pulled me into her embrace as well. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, an unspoken promise passing between us as we hugged. Draco and I headed upstairs without another word.

I watched him toe off his shoes and head to an en suite bathroom to change, and after a while I heard the shower running. His room was a bit different in the daylight. My things were still in the corner and everything seemed a bit too neat. I could hear the words echo off the walls that were said less than twelve hours ago... it felt like a lifetime ago.

I picked up Draco’s copy of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and smiled when the dandelion greeted me on the page that I had underlined over a year ago.

“Don’t you have that memorized by now?” His voice was soft and playful. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him in sweats and messy damp hair.

“Not entirely,” I quipped back, setting the book down.

He gathered me into his arms carefully as I glanced around the room. It had such a strong scent of just him that I relaxed easily. With the curtains drawn, it was as dark as it had been the night before, save the bedside lamp. Crawling under the cover of his bed, we curled up together as we had done so many times before. Draco’s eyes had a hard time staying open and never really opened completely.

“It’s a lion,” He mumbled out.

“What’s a lion?” I asked, running my hand through his damp silvery hair.

“My Patronus.”

A small chuckle escaped my lips.

“Oh, what would Harry say?” I teased softly. “Or your father?”

“I don’t really give a damn,”

I laughed again and continued to card through his hair. I remembered that he had told me that I was cute when I was half awake and I understood, because a half-awake Draco was precious. He didn’t curse too often, but the word just slipped out almost naturally, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

After a while his eyes didn’t open again, and his breathing evened out. I tried to sleep; I really did. But I couldn’t. I picked up the book from the bedside table and began to read once more. The hours slipped by, my eyes becoming heavier.

When I opened my eyes again, I was extremely stiff. Without thinking I stretched my arms and heard a muffled grumble from Draco who I had just dislodged from his curled-up position next to me.

“Sorry,” I ruffed his hair as an apology and slipped out of bed, stretching completely this time.

“What time is it?” His grumpy voice mumbled.

“Uh, I think a little after six?” I squinted at the clock on the wall. “Yeah, that’s how clocks work,”

“Our sleep schedules are so screwed.” Draco sat up and rubbed his face, groaning.

“Well, we’ll take a Sleeping Potion later and everything will be fixed,” I said, not so optimistic that that would be the course of action in a few hours.

We headed downstairs where dinner was laid out on the dining room table. Narcissa was eating quietly, nose in a book. She looked up when we both hovered by the door.

“Good morning sleeping beauties,” She teased lightly and gestured to the food laid for us. We ate in silence, still not fully awake.

Draco was right, our sleep schedules were screwed. It was about ten and the stars had come out to play and we were both still wide awake. Narcissa had bid us goodnight not too long ago and Draco and I were out on the grounds, the moon and our wands lighting our way.

“You’re going to forgive her, aren’t you?” Draco asked softly. “Your mother.”

I hummed in acknowledgement and couldn’t deny that I had been toying with the idea. On the one hand, she was my mother but at the same time, she hurt me deeply and she hurt the one that I loved.

“Forgive... I think so. But it won’t ever be the same again...” I whispered to the gravel path under our feet.

Draco took my hand and stood in front of me, his other hand tilting my chin back softly.

“You know I’d do anything to keep you safe, right?” He murmured softly.

“Of course,” I replied reaching up and stroking his cheek. “But we’ve never faced anything like this before,”

“And we need to plan, because I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not live in constant fear without some idea of what to do,”

I nodded. “So, what were you thinking?”

“Well, I’ve more or less organized our problems,” He admitted sheepishly. “I was hoping that you might have some solutions,”

“Well, what problems do we have?” I nudged his side as we sat on the soft grass under an apple tree on the outskirt of the Manor. Fireflies danced around us. It seemed almost surreal, to talk of such darkness and evil in the midst of beauty. Like something sacred was being tread upon.

“In forefront,” He began. “Would be my aunt. She is still quite taken with my mother, and though my mother has shown her disdain for Bellatrix... she’s obsessed with the family name. And she won’t be too keen on you with me. I thank the stars you’re a pureblood, but...”

“In her eyes, I’m a blood traitor,” I mused, resting my chin on my knees. “Yeah... and a Hufflepuff,” A giggle left my lips despite it all. “How ridiculous that seems now... a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin,”

Draco rolled his eyes and chuckled. “But I think my mother has something that might help, but it would be asking a lot...”

“I think we’re a bit passed being hesitant around what we ask of another,” I pointed out.

“Maybe so,” He sighed. “But I want you to know that I wish it would all go away, and we could be normal teenagers and not have to worry about a war... and I’d give anything for that,”

I looked up at him. His face was pressed into a cold, somber mask as he looked off to the stars in the sky.

“I know, I do too.” I acknowledged. “But... this is what we have... a war. Reality,” He flinched at the word.

“Sorry,” I mended. “Bad choice of words.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for saying those things to you,” He admitted softly. I sighed softly and intertwined me fingers with his, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I think that comes with time,” I shrugged softly. “Forgiving ourselves of what we’ve done... learning to love what we see in the mirror,” A quiet moment passed. “You know I forgive you right? For that night?”

He nodded, moping. I smiled because it was so like him to do and I was happy to know that even though it all, Draco was still there, underneath all the fear and worry.

“So, Bellatrix,” I took a deep breath. “You said your mom might have an answer?” He nodded. “Okay, next problem?”

“The Dark Lord,”

“I think that’s everyone’s problem Dray,” I drawled and pouted at the flat look he gave me.

“He’s going to come for me. I know it. Because my father failed him... and because it seems like I’ve been marked for it since birth...” He rubbed his face, hiding in his hands. “I don’t know what he’s going to want from me but... I’m terrified that he’s going to make me take the Mark,”

“You think he’ll make you?” I squeaked, trying to keep my voice even. “I thought he was selective about his inner circle?”

“I think he’ll do it just to punish my father, regardless if he wants me or not,” That was the sad truth of the matter.

I nodded and thought a moment.

“Then we can talk to Snape... he should know something that could help us... and I guess your mother would have an idea because she went through it with your father...” I paused. “I’ve never really looked into Dark Magic before...”

Draco gaped at me.

“Are you hearing yourself!?” He demanded, standing and pacing away from me. “You... you can’t look into Dark Magic. I... I won’t let you,” His voice was shaky.

I rose, nearly stumbling and caught myself.

“Draco, we don’t have a lot of options here,” I pressed.

“But you can’t!” He almost roared.

“And why not!?” I shot back.

“Because I need you to be my sunshine! I need you to stay pure and good! I need that!” Tears streamed down his face. “I need you to be my fairytale that I can run to,”

Whatever I was about to say to him fell from my lips. My heart about shattered as I took a careful step towards him. He didn’t back away from me, so I took that as a good sign.

“Draco,” My voice was soft. “I will always be your sunshine, but I won’t leave you to walk through this alone. I said it was stupid, but I am a Hufflepuff. I believe in kindness and good and always will, but ignorance is dangerous. It’s the difference from being harmless and peaceful,”

I reached out and took his hand. His shoulder shook softly with tears. I tilted his chin back and wiped them away.

“There,” I whispered, smiling. “Problem solved,”

He laughed at my poor excuse for a joke and curled his arms around me.

“Any other problems?” I teased lightly.

“Loads,” He mused back. “But... they’ll come in their own time I suppose.”

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“Mother,” Draco spoke softly. “I think it’s time that you took Y/n to Paris,”

“Paris?” You squeaked. “Like Paris, Paris? This is your solution to Bellatrix?”

“Yes darling,” Draco cooed softly, smiling. “If you’re going to be by my side through all of this, and you’d like to be protected from Bellatrix, well, you need to look like a proper Malfoy,”

You gawked up at him, something shining in your eyes. He could see the excitement growing and wondered if you ever had anything new or designer before. Recalling your cutoffs and t- shirts, he thought maybe not.

“But I can’t ask this from you guys,” You fumbled turning to his mother. “Really, it’s a nice gesture but,”

“Think nothing of it dear,” Narcissa fluttered her hand. “Draco is correct, if you’re going to get through this, you need to look like a Malfoy.” She rose and set down her book. “Shall we then?”

“Wait,” You pulled Draco’s hand. “Abby will actually kill me if she doesn’t come,”

“Of course,” Narcissa smiled.

“Should I feel this ridiculous?” You walked out of the fitting room for what seemed like the hundredth time and Draco’s heart still skipped a beat.

He couldn’t deny, though he loved you in your casual clothes, seeing you formal and proper did something else to him. The ladies in the shops all fawned over you and your beauty and fluttered around with about twenty new things for you to try on each time you found one thing you liked.

“Yes,” Draco smiled smugly. “But you get used to it,”

“Isn’t this all a bit much?” You looked down at your jet-black dress that hugged you in all of the right places and the pair of high stilettos and sheer tights that were paired with it. “I get keeping up appearances but how the hell am I supposed to walk around Hogwarts in these?”

“Balance Charm,” Narcissa chimed in. “But you may be right, you are still going to have to attend school,” His mother switched to French, “Maybe something a bit more casual. Not as tight. She needs range of motion,”

“You’re still getting that dress, right?” Abby peeked out from the other dressing room curtain.

“Yes,” Both you and Draco answered at the same time, both turning varying shades of red.

Before either of you could make the situation worse, the associates of the store pulled you back into the fitting rooms, yelling at you in French and he laughed because he knew you had no idea what they were telling you. With an entire new wardrobe—that you pulled him away from the register before you could hear the total—you looked like you had walked out of a high fashion catalogue.

Sure, you were in something simpler—a deep green flowing high-waisted skirt and a black blouse with pearl earrings and necklace, still in the same heels you complained about earlier— but Draco couldn’t stop looking at you. Nor could he stop himself from finding your reflection in the shop windows and feeling a bit satisfied about how well you fit by his side.

Abby bid you a goodbye after lunch and pestered you about taking pictures of everything else you bought. You laughed and didn’t exactly promise anything, but there was something hidden in your eyes. After a while you relaxed and really started to branch out. Choosing things that you were interested in, and not looking so nervous—like you were going to break whatever you touched.

“She really is lovely,” His mother spoke softly in French. “I’m so glad you have her through all of this,”

Draco nodded and watched your fingers run over the soft fabric of new dress robes that were the same deep green as the dress you wore to the Solstice Ball the summer prior. How things had changed since then.

Draco was sure that he had seen it all, and that you couldn’t get any more perfect and beautiful, but Merlin was he wrong. His mother shooed him out of one salon and told him to wait outside. He did, not without rolling his eyes, however.

You emerged, looking at him expectantly. Though your hair was still short, it was neat and not the normal disarray that occurred when you ran your hand through it to keep it from your eyes. Your face looked as if it had been airbrushed, a light pink to your cheeks and a deep red to your lips that invited him in. You noticed him noticing you and the pink on your cheeks deepened.

Yet, he still missed something about you that held summer days, and reading in the sun, and muggle t-shirts and bare feet.

“Y-you look lovely,” He stammered out.

You blinked at him. “What?”

His mother laughed and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“He said you look lovely,” She rolled her eyes at her son. “And to think you still know French after all this time,”

Draco realized his mistake and turned pink.

“I didn’t know you knew French,” You took his arm and walked with him down the Parisian street.

“Mother taught me,” He explained. “I thought I had lost touch with it, but apparently not,”

After returning to the Manor, his mother took you away for a moment and left Draco to his thoughts. The big house didn’t seem so cold and empty anymore now that you had made a home here. Your echoes and ghosts danced through the room that he walked into.

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“Narcissa, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve given me,” I sat beside her in the smaller sitting room.

“Nor I, you my dear,” She smiled. “I understand what went down between you and your mother, and I truly am sorry.”

My eyes flickered to the floor, studying the Persian rug beneath my feet.

“And after everything that you have done for this family, and for my son, I extend an invitation for you to have a home here. Many things are coming for the both of you, and I think it would rest easier on you both, as well as my own heart, if you were close and safe.”

“Mrs. Malfoy—I... I can’t. That’s too much,”

“It is just enough,” She nearly scolded.

My eyes met hers and I tried to figure out what I should do. Did she mean that she wanted me to stay? Would the Malfoy Manor be my new home? Could I give it all up and stay?

Then I thought, what was I giving up and what was I gaining?

“I’ll stay,” I smiled.

“Wonderful,” She stood and drew me into a hug. “Now, I know that you and Draco are both concerned about my sister, and perhaps I am as well, but, for right now, I wish nothing more for you and Draco to have these last few moments to be kids,” She stroked my hair softly. “So do not fret darling, not now,”

I nodded, knowing that her words were easier said than done. But I tried anyway.

Draco and I spent the next few weeks together as we had the summer before. I read to him, we walked the grounds, he played the piano for me, I spent some of the days flying as Pinnae with Draco flying on his broom beside me, Abby and Pansy came over, we practiced magic and defense spells, I read up on Dark Magic, Draco tried to stop me from doing that, we went swimming in the lake in the wood, I pestered Draco until I achieved making him speak French for me—the language not...

Anyway.

It became a new sort of normal. I had written to my mother and we were on speaking terms, but I had boundaries now. I wouldn’t let her hurt me again like she had before. Slowly my books started arriving from my mother as well as most of my other belongings until I had my own room at the Manor filled with my books and other possessions. A room that was heavily enchanted so that only I or Draco could enter.

Though I read to Draco most days, and sometimes Narcissa would stay in and listen—she was gone most days, meeting her sister at other locations trying to keep her from the Manor—there was something to be said about the silk that fell from Draco’s lips on the rare occasion he read to me.

We were a tangle of limbs and blankets one night and he took the book from my hands after my words began to slur too much for his liking. Setting the book side, he chose another form my pile and opening the book, he began to read:

“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'

So, she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

His voice was as honey when he read. He wove together the story in my mind taking my hand and pulling me further and further into the tale. I was lost, my hand in his. Down the rabbit-hole and into a wonderland.

Dawn filtered in through the curtains and I woke up meeting silvery blue eyes continuing to read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. I shifted, scooting up and laying my head on his shoulder, letting him know that I was awake.

“Morning,” he greeted softly. “Did I wake you?”

I shook my head softly and slipped my eyes shut.

“Do you want me to read aloud?” He pondered; his voice soft.

“If you want,” I yawned.

That was the last day it seemed that we had to ourselves. Darkness spread that night. An evil that no one could deny nor escape. And it came for Draco and me.

Draco was asleep beside me and I read the end of Dante’s Inferno wondering why I had even started to read it in the first place. The tragedy offered me no comfort. The light from the bedside table was snuffed out, plunging me into total darkness. I drew my wand, trying to cast a lighting charm, but my voice didn’t seem to work.

“So, you thought you could hide from me, young one?” The voice was sinister and made my blood turn to ice.

“Bellatrix,” I whispered, my eyes adjusting, catching sight of the deranged witch.

“Come quietly little pet,” Bellatrix smiled manically. “No need to wake the young prince,”

I looked down on Draco, who was sleeping so soundly. There was not a fear nor worry on his face. He was at amity.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin his moment of peace, now would we?” She purred. “Don’t worry, The Dark Lord has plans for him too,”

I squeezed my eyes shut and carefully extracted myself from Draco’s grasp, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before turning to Bellatrix.

“Just don’t hurt him,” I begged softly.

“That is not for you to bargain,” Bellatrix snapped, grabbing my arm violently, ripping the wand from my hand.

I felt the familiar pull of Apperating and was in the middle of a forest that held no consequence to me surrounded by hooded figures. I wanted to crumple to the ground and cry again. Couldn’t I have just one moment of safety?

“No, my dear I think not,” A raspy voice purred.

The hooded figures turned and dipped their head in reverence to this voice. This thing. This monster.

“You,” Fear froze me into place.

Bellatrix pulled my hair and I felt a sharp blade run across chest. I let out a sharp cry.

“You will speak with respect to The Dark Lord,” She hissed into my ear, throwing me down.

“Me,” His smile was wicked, his red snake like eyes seeing straight through me. “You should consider yourself quite honored, not many have the privilege of meeting me,”

“So, you’re going to kill me then? To get to Draco?” I hissed, surprisingly courageous for the given situation.

“Quite courageous indeed,” Voldemort mused. “And yet you are nothing but a Hufflepuff. Weak. Kind,” He sneered the word. “Favoring fair play?” The Death Eaters jeered around us. “The world isn’t fair, my pet,”

“I’m aware,” I narrowed my eyes at him, pulling myself up. The cut on my collar began to sting and burn. I covered it with my hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Again, his crimson eyes delved deep into my psyche, peering at me as if I were something to be studied.

“It seems you might,” He took a step closer to me. “But you truly have no idea, do you?”

It felt like I was being ripped from my mind and placed somewhere else. A room I knew well, the foyer of the Manor. A man I had only seen in photos was bloodied and bruised on the floor.

“Please, please,” He rasped. “Please, I have a child, Lucius,”

Tears sprung into my eyes. I reached out to my father, trying to comfort him, but my hand passed through him, as I were a ghost.

At wand point, I stood between my father and Lucius, greeting a cold stare that I loathed. This was the man that had hurt the people I loved. First my father, then my mother, then Draco.

Voldemort’s claw like hands snatched me out of the way and gripped my neck and waist, forcing me to watch what I knew was coming. I found myself not able to look away, even though my muscles screamed to, my body would not respond.

“See where love gets you? What happens?” He hissed over the sound of my father’s screams and a bright green flash.

I was released and crumpled to the ground.

“Then your mother... she was supposed to love you. Didn’t turn out so well either did it?” Voldemort laughed as did the others around me. I hung my head, tears streaming silently.

“Just kill me,” I whispered. “And be done,”

“But where is the fun if we don’t break you first?” Voldemort mused. “It’s one thing to kill, another to watch someone be utterly destroyed when then realize that everything they believed in was nothing more than a fairytale. To be so impossibly wrong that it extinguishes you.”

“How have I been wrong?” I snapped, looking up.

“Watch your tongue!” Bellatrix shouted, casting a curse sending me reeling in pain. I didn’t even notice that I was screaming.

“Now, now dear Bella,” The Dark Lord chided. “She does not know to whom she speaks. Her ignorance is no reason to punish her,”

The pain stopped.

“Your utter blind belief in love however,” Voldemort smiled maliciously. “That is something to break,”

“You can’t break that,” I gasped out. “You can break my body, and my mind, and maybe my spirit, but not my love,”

“But my dear, who do you have to love? Your father is dead. Your mother betrayed you. Your friends? Where are they now?”

“Draco,” I rasped out. “I love him.”

“He does not belong to you,” Voldemort laughed. “He is mine and has been since the moment he was born, you foolish girl.”

“Yes, I am a foolish girl,” I refuted, drawing up on my arms. “I love him, and he loves me! And you cannot break that, not with a thousand swords, and you cannot track that! Not with a thousand spells,” I stood on shaky feet.

The pain that exploded in my chest had me back on the ground writhing in pain. In utter agony. Every cell was being burned alive as they seemed to unattached themselves from the other. I felt myself being ripped apart and unmade by the universe.

“Stop,” I heard faintly. “We need her alive, for now,”

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When Draco woke, inky blackness surrounded him. He was alone in bed, even though knew you were beside him when he fell asleep. You book was thrown unceremoniously to the floor. Fear gripped his heart.

When he rose, he found your wand discarded on the ground. Anxiety and terror began to grow in his chest. Dressing quickly, he hurried downstairs and found the Manor completely empty. He called for you, but there was no answer.

Come and join us young Malfoy, A dreadful voice hissed.

Without a second thought he plunged into the darkness of the night, desperate to find you.

Desperate to make sure that you were still alive.

Draco rushed into the circle of dark cloaks, coming face to face with Voldemort. He didn’t care though, he just wanted to find you. His eyes fell to the forest floor and he almost collapsed in relief that you were alive, cowering on the ground. His aunt’s wand was trained on you, and he could see the deep gashes along your skin. Blood mingled with dirt.

“Young Draco!” Voldemort called, a wicked smile on his face. “What an unparalleled delight, I had rather hoped you come,”

There was a snickering that rose from the Death Eaters around him.

“Free her,” Draco snarled. “Do what you want to me, but let her go,” His voice was cutting, like his father’s. “She has no hand in this,”

He heard your feeble voice try to protest, but you were silenced when Bellatrix raised her wand, not even having to cast a spell. The Dark Lord laughed.

“Your lover makes a passionate plea,” Voldemort knelt down beside you, gripping your chin with his claw like hands. “Perhaps you haven’t been lying and he truly does love you,” He threw you to the ground, where you didn’t get back up again.

Draco’s blood boiled as Voldemort faced him.

“You have become weak like your father. He failed me and now I will punish him by taking you.” The Dark Lord stalked closer to him. “You will join me. You will take my mark. You will execute a task for me,”

Draco held his head high and squared his shoulders, his eyes not leaving your unmoving form. He knew this was coming, but he didn’t care. He had to keep you alive.

“If you refuse,” The Dark Lord chuckled. “She dies, and you become mine anyway,”

You lifted your head, your large round eyes meeting his, almost no light left in them. He couldn’t bear to think of any moment when the light was completely gone from them. He understood his father a bit more.

“I will join you,” Draco breathed out. “My loyalty is yours,”

“Very good!” Voldemort clasped his hands together. “I hope you will not disappoint me like your father.”

“I am not my father,” Draco hissed.

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I watched as black robes and masks surrounded Draco, one holding his shoulders, one forcing out his left arm and another yanking his hair so that his head was raised and trained on the Dark Lord. Crazed fear was written on his features as he locked eyes with Voldemort who drew his wand.

Hopeless cries left my lips at the sight, my eyes wet with unshed tears. Bellatrix dampened her foot on my arm as means to quiet me. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a scream.

Then a hopelessness settled over me, pure darkness and evil that took away every inkling of love and faith that I possessed. Despite the utter despair, I kept my eyes trained on Draco. I wouldn’t abandon him. Not now. He wouldn’t be alone.

The darkness coiled like a snake, slithering from Voldemort’s wand and bound Draco’s arm. There was a chanting that I didn’t understand the meaning of. Trembling words left Draco’s lips in the same ancient chant.

A piercing sound tore through me. It was worse than the darkness. It was worse than hopelessness. Draco’s desperate screams of agony shattered me to my core. I covered my ears with my hands despite the pain from the broken bones and deep gashes. It was nothing in comparison to the pain that Draco’s shrieks punctured my heart.

Then it was over.

A chill washed over me. I dared to open my eyes and lowered my hands from my ears.

The mass of black robes had vanished. Draco was kneeling on the ground not yards from me, shaking. His head was bowed, his hands grasping at the dirt.

I pulled myself up and dragged myself over to him. Part of me marveled that I was still alive.

“What did they do to you?” Draco’s voice shook as he lifted his right hand and stroked my hair.

“I’m fine,” I rasped, wincing as I sat up. “Draco,”

“Don’t.” He breathed out. “Just...”

I nodded and pulled up next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. I could see the deep dark etching on his skin of the Dark Mark. It burned my heart that it was there to save me.

“Let’s go home?” I whimpered.

“Y/n, you... you shouldn’t... I’m not...” He stammered out.

“You just took that to save my life,” I reached up and lifted his chin; his blue haunted eyes met mine, filled with hopelessness and despair. “Hell, if I’m going anywhere,”

He nodded and pulled me into his arms. Drawing his wand—my father’s wand—from his blazer he whispered a soft spell and my wounds started to undo themselves. I felt my strength returning and my hand mending itself. I flexed it and the pain was gone.

“Dray,”

He shook his head.

“No, you’re going to hear this,” I took his face in my hands. “Thank you. Thank you for what you did for me.” Stroking his cheek softly I pressed my lips to his softly. “I love you,”

There was a loud crack and Draco and I flinched until there was a familiar tear streaked face.

“Mother?” Draco rasped.

“Oh Draco,” She rushed and knelt beside us. “I’m so sorry, they wouldn’t let me be here, I would have,” Her hands brushed through his hair in the same delicate way mine did.

I leaned away and let them have their moment. Then she reached out for me, tears glistening in her eyes as her hand stroked my face.

“I am in your debt once again my dear,” She whispered. “You were there for him when I couldn’t be,”

“It’s all my fault,” I sniffed. “He did it to save me, he... he was gonna kill me.”

“I know, but the fault does not rest with you.” Narcissa pulled us both close. “Let’s go home you two,”

My mind seemed to go numb and onto autopilot. Draco and I carried another back to the Manor and back up the stairs to his room. His mother started to draw a bath, the sweet scents sending a calming aura that had no effect on Draco or me. Narcissa left a jar of cream on the counter and stroked his cheek softly and squeezed my hand before leaving us alone.

With shaky hands I unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it from his shoulders. Silent tears fell down both of our faces. Somehow, we managed to end up in the silky water together. His hands, trembling and unsure, unhurriedly washed the dirt and blood from my skin. I reached out, taking his left hand and turning it palm up, gazing upon the gruesome mark that was left.

A sob wracked through Draco’s frame as he pulled his arm away and curled in on himself, weeping.

I had been wrong.

I could be shattered.

I could be broken.

I stretched out, my quivering hand resting on his arm and a broken cry left my lips.

For once in my life I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to fix this or what next step to take. I was scared and felt estranged. For the first time in my life I was angry with the universe because why had it come to this? What had either of us done so wrong to deserve this?

It sent me into tears and panic. Draco eventually pulled me into his arms, and I clung to him, as we both broke down on each other. Dawn glittered in through the window, but darkness still loomed over us like a heavy cloud.

I don’t remember curling up in his bed, but I found myself there anyway.

Neither of us attempted to sleep. We knew that it was a lost cause. I came to my senses when I noticed that Draco was raking his nails along his forearm, in a feeble attempt to clear the skin of the dark ink.

“Draco,” I chided, taking his hand, pulling it from the irritated skin.

He jerked away from my touch and rolled over in his bed, facing away from me. I tried to shove down the rejection that spread through my chest and rose from the bed. Padding softly to the bathroom, I took the jar that Narcissa had left, understanding its purpose.

I knelt down beside Draco, my hand extended in a silent question. His tear-filled eyes barely met mine but when they did, he gave in. The cream in the jar was a soft white color and it tingled on my fingertips. Carefully, I smeared it over the Mark, gauging Draco’s reaction. He was stoic. The redness around the Mark began to fade and it seemed that the mark itself began to fade into the skin.

Setting the jar on the bedside table, I stood.

“Do... do you want me to stay?” The words were unsure from my mouth. I had no idea what he was thinking or feeling, and I didn’t know what to do.

“Sunshine,” Was all he got out.

I nodded, understanding, thinking to the night in early summer. Burrowed in his arms, we both clung to one another, saying nothing, but meaning everything. This was what we had been waiting for. And now it was here.

“We... He’s... He’s in my head,” Draco rasped out. “I can hear him... he... fuck, Y/n, he... he wants me to kill Dumbledore,” He voice broke. “That’s my task, that’s...”

Impossible, I wanted to finish, but I didn’t.

...........................

Our O.W.L. results came in and I couldn’t find a smile to give when I saw that we both passed with the highest marks. Jobs after Hogwarts seemed so impossible. Almost trivial.

Draco and I did sit and talk about his trial.

“Is there a way to get someone else into Hogwarts to do it?” I looked up from a book of cursed objects. “I’m sure Bellatrix would love to do it...”

“It has to be me,” He snapped and rubbed his face. “But we are going to need a distraction so that we can... I can do it.”

I took his hand and laid my head on his shoulder. We both agreed only spending one hour a day on plans for his trial. The rest of the time we desperately tried to escape it all. We spent quite a bit of time in Paris. Draco took me to the Louvre, and we walked along the Seine.

Abby and Pansy noticed immediately the deep bruise like shadows that lingered under our eyes from sleepless nights when they arrived to spend an afternoon with us. They never asked, but I could see the glances exchanged between them.

Abby pulled me aside one day and finally asked.

“It’s not my secret Abby,” I whispered softly. “I just... I really need you to remind me it’s okay, because I need to do that for Draco and I’m slipping Abby,” Tears stung my eyes.

Gathered into her arms, I broke down into tears again, gripping at her shirt.

“I... I was there... The Dark Lord... he... I watched my dad die Abby... He made me...” I sobbed out. “It’s all I see when I close my eyes,”

She stiffened, not saying anything. Stroking my hair softly, she just held me. Some part of me wished that it was my mother that was holding me and telling me it was alright, but I knew that it never could be.

“We’re gonna kill this son of a bitch, you hear me?” Abby took my shoulders. “We’re going to make sure that he pays for what he’s done. If that means getting along with Potter, then so be it, but we’re going to make him pay,”

I nodded and wiped away my tears, smiling for the first time in maybe a week.

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Your legs were draped across his lap as you read to him. Maybe it was stupid, but you were reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe again, and despite it all, it comforted him.

“I wish there was a wardrobe that could just transport the others into Hogwarts. It would make our distraction a lot easier.” You paused reading, thinking aloud.

He frowned, and something sounded familiar in your words. He gently set your legs in front of you and stood, his fingers trailing the spines of book that surrounded the two of you.

“Dray?” You stood, you hand resting on his shoulder.

“I knew there was something familiar about that book,” He murmured, selecting an ancient book from the shelf, scanning the index then flipping to the proper page. “Here, vanishing cabinets. They were common in the first Wizarding War... they created a passage between two cabinets.”

You took the book from his hands and your hour had begun.

“There’s one at Hogwarts, I... I remember George saying something about it...” You murmured, scribbling in your notebook.

“Weasley?” Draco raised an eyebrow.

You nodded and looked up. “If we could only find it... and another on the outside.”

“The Room of Requirement?” He pondered. “If it were anywhere...”

“It would be there.” A smile reached your lips and his.

Maybe this wasn’t completely hopeless.

“We can check Borgin and Burke’s,” His mother suggested after your epiphany was shared. “They have a lot of old artifacts and relics. We can go tomorrow. Draco needs to be fitted for new robes anyway, and your book lists have come in,”

You two nodded, his hand in yours.

The next day the three of you headed to Diagon Alley. It was one of the first times that you had been on his arm in the Wizarding World looking like a Malfoy, and he couldn’t help but smile at how effortless and beautiful you made it seem.

While being fitted for his new robes, Draco was becoming very irritated and he looked to you for constant comfort because he was breaking down inside. There was so much fear that someone would accuse him of being a Death Eater, that he would be taken to Azkaban, that he would be torn from you.

“Bloody hell, doesn’t he have a life?” You muttered, your eyes drawing his to a boy with messy black hair and piercing green eyes.

Both Ron and Harry stood with their wands drawn, and Draco took a small step in front of you, glaring the golden boy down, sneering.

“Now I don’t want wands drawn in my shop,” Madam Malkin scolded. His mother stood, standing between him and the trio.

“Put those away,” she said coldly to Harry and Ron. “If you attack my son or Miss Y/n again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.”

“Really?” said Harry, taking a step forward. “Going to get a few Death Eater pals to do us in, are you?”

Draco had to stop a smile from curling onto his face. If only Harry knew exactly who he was dealing with now.

Madam Malkin squealed and clutched at her heart. “Really, you shouldn’t accuse—dangerous thing to say—wands away, please!”

But Harry didn’t lower his wand. Draco’s mother gave a twisted and cold smile.

“I see that being Dumbledore’s favorite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won’t always be there to protect you.” Not after Draco finished his trail.

Harry looked mockingly all around the shop. “Wow . . . look at that . . . he’s not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!”

Draco’s blood boiled and now you were standing, your wand out. His hand went out to stop you protectively as he glared Harry down.

“Don’t you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!” He snarled.

“It’s all right, Draco,” His mother pressed her lips into a tight line. “The boy is ignorant. We cannot blame him for that,”

Harry raised his wand higher. Draco clenched his fist, knowing that you were holding his wand at the moment. He wished that you would hand it over, but maybe, it was for the best that you didn’t.

“Get lost Harry,” Your voice came in strong and cold. “You’re not going to do anything, and we have better things to do than entertain your pettiness.”

“You’re worse than he is,” Harry spat. “What would Cedric say, if he knew?”

You went rigid under Draco’s touch. He growled at Potter and his friends. Granger was trying to pull Harry away, and Ron was dumbfounded, baffled that Harry would say something like that.

“It’s easy to love those who are good to you isn’t it?” You hissed. “But you will never understand unconditional love,”

Your hand intertwined with his as you turned your back on Harry and his friends and Draco could see your resolve crumbling. Harry had made a low blow by bringing up Cedric and Harry would pay for hurting you like that.

“Come,” His mother decided. “We’ll go elsewhere,”

Draco ignored the tittering from Madam Malkin as he pulled you close to his side and walked out of the shop with you, his mother not far behind. Immediately he pulled you into a tight embrace and your arms wrapped around him.

“I’m so sorry darling,” He whispered softly. “Harry will pay for that,” You nodded into his shoulder.

He stroked your cheek softly and you nuzzled into is touch a small smile touching your lips.

“It’s a shame,” You whispered. “You looked really handsome in those robes,”

He chuckled. “If she stuck me with another pin, I was going to lose it,” He admitted.

Walking along Diagon Alley, you waved at Hagrid, smiling. He seemed quite surprised to see you with Draco but offered a nod and hesitant smile.

“Mother,” Draco gave his mother a knowing look.

It was time for him to go into Borgin and Burke’s alone. You slipped him his wand back and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” You whispered. “Especially with Potter around,”

He nodded begrudgingly and took off towards Knockturn Alley. Fate seemed to be on his side when Borgin confirmed that he did have another Vanishing Cabinet in the shop. The only issue was that the one at Hogwarts was damaged by the information that Abby had given to you.

Borgin insisted that he see the cabinet, but Draco refused. It had to stay put for this to work.

“Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn’t guarantee anything.”

“No?” Draco mused, a menacing smile upon his face. “Perhaps this will make you more confident.”

He hated that it came to this, but he revealed his Dark Mark to the shop owner and watched the fear come into the eyes of Borgin. He rather that no one know of what had happened to him and loathed that it had to be a bargaining chip when he’d rather be rid of the wretched thing.

“Tell anyone,” Draco hissed, “and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He’s a family friend. He’ll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you’re giving the problem your full attention.”

It was another part of your plan. You said insurance would be important and Draco agreed. He knew Greyback would be the best insurance that anyone could offer.

“There will be no need for —”

“I’ll decide that,” He snapped. “Well, I’d better be off. And don’t forget to keep that one safe, I’ll need it.”

“Perhaps you’d like to take it now?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don’t sell it.”

“Of course, not . . . sir.” Borgin bowed to him, as he once did to his father and it twisted Draco’s insides so much that he barely was able to keep his charade up.

Draco quickly stalked out of Knockturn Alley and back into your arms. You looked to him, expectant and he nodded. Guilt tore through him as relief flooded your features. He hated doing this to you. Making you walk this dark path with him, but he had no idea how he would manage it without you.

That night he curled up on your chest and your hands absent-mindedly ran through his hair. You were humming some sort of lullaby that he couldn’t quite place, but it was a repetitive tune for you over the past few weeks—something that you were clinging to.

“My dad... he used to sing it, it’s muggle I think...” You explained when he asked. “And then my mother did... when I had nightmares.” Your face fell a bit. “You reminded me of it when you called me your sunshine,”

Sure enough, when he did draw the few lyrics you remembered from your lips, it was very fitting. Soon, the lullaby became a comfort for you both.

A ray of sunshine in the middle of darkness.

Chapter 7

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graceslavenderhaze · 4 years ago

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all our friends talk { connor stevens}

synopsis: the midnight society is tired of their friends obliviousness towards each other only to find out that they’re the oblivious ones.

authors note: theres a julie and the phantoms easter egg in this

“You didn’t think i’d bring us back on a school night did you?” Luke said with a mischievous smile on his face. The rest of your friends buzzing with excitement about the opportunity of being able to enjoy the glow dance now that the shadow man was actually gone, not just hiding in your secret boyfriends body. Yeah it had been a weird week to say at least.

“and i still don’t have a date this time.” Jai complained as you all began to walk to your respected houses. You groaned. Gabby elbowed you in the ribcage lightly. You put your arms up, signaling surrender. Connor stifled a laugh as he walked beside you, looking up you gave him a quick and a wink before turning back to your friends. You weren’t subtle.

“Jai stop acting like you’re the only one who doesn’t have a date, the only two people who have dates are going together.” Gabby said as she continued to bicker with Jai. It was comforting to know that things were going back to as relatively normal as they could be for now.

“Wait Connor isn’t taking y/n? Aren’t they-” Seth was cut off both Hanna covering his mouth. “That is a can of worms that i do not have the mental will to deal with today.” She said uncovering his mouth once she finished. “None of us have the mental will on a good day.” Gabby said, which in turn cause you to swat her arm.

“Yeah Connor are you gonna take y/n?” Luke asked as he mimicked your voice in the last part of his sentence to tease you both. You rolled your eyes. “I don’t sound like that.”

“You kinda do, babe.” Connor decided to join in. You turned around and gave him a fake annoyed look. “That’s what i sound like?” you said with a sinister smirk, turning back to the group.

“You guys know Connor’s ticklish right?” Connor’s face drops. Luke laughs in disbelief. Gabby and Hanna already know your next move, meanwhile Seth and Jai are skeptic. The group continues to egg you on. You jokingly lunge forward.

“I take it back.” Connor spits out. You take several steps forward. You shake your head. “Nope too late.” You lunge forward for real this time. Landing on his back halfway, Connor subconsciously hoists you up to make sure you don’t fall. This gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Digging your fingers into his ribcage to tickle him. He starts spinning you both around. Your friends are all enjoying the show.

“Mercy! Mercy! You win this round!” Connor says out of breath. With a satisfied smile on your face you hop off his back, Connor leans over to catch his breath. He huffs a few times before swallowing hard then standing up straight.

“I hate you. Absolutely hate you.” He says deadpanned. You let another satisfied smile break across your face, which causes Connor to break his deadpan.

“You know you love me Stevens.” You say giving him a wink. His cheeks flushed and he shook his head.“ Are we going to this dance or what?” You asked at your friends who were staring at you both.

“Oh well we were just waiting for that to be over.” Gabby said with a smirk on her face as she stood next to Hanna. “Yeah you know the purely platonic display of affection.” Causing your friends to laugh.

“Hanna Banana, Gabby Bear if you want some you just have to ask.” You said with a sickly nice smile. Starting to rush towards both your friends. Who in turn ran away from you. Connor had a smile that followed you.

“We’re just friends, its purely platonic, close friends can cuddle and calling each other babe and other names.” Jai said dropping his voice to impersonate Connor. Luke laughed instantly taking part in the teasing of their love sick friend.

“teasing aside, if you don’t swoop on that opportunity you’re missing out on the best person to date in this town for like, ever.” Luke said being honest with his best friend. Connor laughed. How they had no idea how ironic this was. “Yeah man, I know.” You turned around slightly when walking with Gabby and Hanna, once you noticed Connor was looking at you, you turned back around.

“You guys have Chemistry. Just go out with each other already. Or at least be each others date to the glow dance bare minimum.” Gabby said as the two of you walked in solidarity to your houses.

“Why are you so fascinated in the status of Connor and I’s relationship?” You asked shooting her a look over your shoulder as you reached your house. Gabby gasped. “So there is a relationship!” You smirked to yourself as you walked to your front door, beginning to go up the stairs to your bedroom to get ready for the glow dance.

After you’d showered and finished to get ready a knock at your window. You turned around to see Connor smiling through the glass pane. You shook your head and got up, opening the window once you were there. He crawled through and stood before you once he got inside giving you a satisfied smile. You shook your head and laughed.

“Well don’t you look dashing.” You said in a posh accent noticing your boyfriends alter appearance, it was different from his everyday dark and leather james dean type appearance.

“Close your eyes, you can trust me.” Connor said in mischievous tone. You furrowed your brows. “Sus as hell but okay.” hearing the ruffling of his backpack and the zipper open, hoping you weren’t getting pranked. “Open.” his voice was in a softer toner this time. When your eyes opened he held a red rose before you. Your heart melted at the gesture.

“Cliche i know but-” You cut his sentence off with a kiss. Both of you smiled into the kiss and then broke apart. “I love it and you.” You said as you took the rose from him. The smiles on both your faces never breaking. “ love you too.” Connor said. Both of your phones started blowing up with notifications from the midnight society groupchat.

“Do we have to go? We could just stay here, together?” Connor suggested and for a minute you actually considered it despite both of you already being ready for the dance. The best thing about having a secret relationship was that it was to for yourselves but the worst thing was that it was to yourselves. You were lying to all your friends.

“Or we could just tell them, i mean we’re not subtle and they’re annoyed that we’re not together. All our friends talk about it.” You said spilling the word vomit that had been sitting inside your brain for weeks. There wasn’t one of your friends who hadn’t spoken their mind about your “friendship” with Connor, hell even Seth had said something at this point. Connor still stays silent, you reach for one of his hands. “It was nice to have something to ourselves in the beginning, but i think we have to come clean now.” You said looking right in his eyes. God his gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah you’re right.” He says, you laugh. His brows furrow. “I’m always right Stevens.” You sassed back. “Ouch, princess.” he feigned hurt then winked at you. You crossed your arms and then went across the room to grab your jacket. After putting it on, you did a twirl. Connor laughed, “You looked amazing, like always.” You shot a smile back and then opened your bedroom door for you both to leave for the glow dance.

The walk to the dance wasn’t long being as you didn’t live that far from the school. You had walked their in comfortable silence with Connor, That was another thing that you liked, usually silence was unbearable with most people, not with him thought. It was still light out being as the sun hadn’t yet set. You knew you had no reason to fear the dark anymore now that the shadowman was gone but like salt in the wound it would still linger for a long time.

“Is there a reason you didn’t tell me about the shadowman curse at first?” You asked your voice low as a woman walking her dog passes the two of you, shooting her a kind smile your attention goes back to Connor. His face goes slack jawed. “Did you think i wouldn’t believe you or not trust me?” You persisted on.

“No!” He instantly strikes back, it takes you aback slightly. “It wasn’t either of those things.” He said almost insulted that you’d even think that let alone say them out loud. You stood there collecting your thoughts before you said anything.

“Then why didn’t you tell me, you know i would’ve helped you. No matter what.” You said sternly as you stopped and stood in front of him. Connor looked down at you inhaling sharply and licking his lips.

“That’s exactly why i didn’t tell you. It was bad enough i was cursed the last thing that i needed was anything happening to you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you and it was all my fault. That would be worse than anything the stupid shadowman could do to me.” While his words were screaming at you his voice was gentle. Connor hadn’t banked on dating in high school and finding someone like you just completely shocked him straight to his core.

“Next time, you tell me. We go through it together. I’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. No more secrets, Alright?” Your words were the opposite of Connors, your voice was gentle. But your words were like water, warm, flowing and surrounding. “No more secrets.” He said picking your hand up and kissing it. You wiped a few tears that had fallen from his face with your remaining hand.

“Still wanna go to the glow dance?” You said to him, honestly ready to turn around and go back to your house despite you both being ready and halfway there. “As long as you hold my hand.” He said flirtly, you squeezed his hand and you both start walking back to the school as if nothing happened.

Once you made it to the steps of the school your hands were still intertwined and saw Gabby getting out of the drivers side of her moms mini van. You tugged Connor closer to you, turning he gave you a concerned look. “can you keep holding my hand, please?” you asked him, your voice soft almost airy. He nodded and kissed the back of your hand. “I like the way your hand fits in mine.” He muttered for the two of you to hear before you both walked over to Gabby.

“Hey! You both clean up nice Connor, wouldn’t you think so y/n?” She said nudging you, she had yet to notice your intertwined fingers. You snickered. “I think Connor is well aware of how attractive he is, without any additional input from me.”

Walking inside the glow dance looked identical from the first time around. Hanna and Jai with at the entrance table handing flyers out about her petitions meanwhile Luke had yet to arrive. Gabby, Connor and You had all gone to put your jackets away.

“So did you are guys here as dates?” Gabby said leaning against the table that Jai and Hanna had claimed earlier. You looked back at Connor giving him a small smirk then turned back to Gabby. Connor slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t i bring my secret boyfriend as my date?” You said to Gabby, instantly her face light up with excitement. “Wait really! I knew it, Luke owes me twenty dollars.” Connor’s face screwed up.

“Wait you guys were betting on our relationship?” Connor asked. Gabby nodded causing you to laugh. “To be fair i’m in a running bet for that slow social awkward train wreck.” You said pointing over to Hanna and Luke who were giving long stares to each other. “You should probably go wingman.” You said to Connor, he nodded kissing your cheek before going over to rescue to doomed conversation.

“C’mon let’s dance, this is your limited time of freedom before your morning of formula’s and multiple choice.” You said as you dragged Gabby and yourself onto the dance floor. After a few songs the rest of your friends had joined you in the small area in the gym Gabby and you had been dancing in. Towards the end of the dance, Hanna and you went to the bathroom.

“If twenty four hours ago someone told me we’d all be back here, i’d probably laugh in their face.” You said to Hanna as you washed your hands. She turned around nodding, “Yeah if my best friend turned secret boyfriend was possessed by a shadow demon, i wouldn’t have handled it as well as you did.” She taunted.

“How was that rescue mission in the hallway earlier?” You said sarcastically. She uncrossed her arms grabbing the wet paper towel she used to dry her hands and throwing it at you. You screeched and then stormed for door. As you both reentered the bathroom you realized that the vibe had gone from upbeat the slow, which meant the dreaded end of the dance where the last twenty minutes was slow dances.

Jai was dancing with the girl he had been talking to at the table when you’d first arrived at the dance and Gabby was dancing with a girl who had long dark braids and was dressed in an eccentric outfit with two armfuls of bracelets. You’d seen her around school before you had french class with her.

“And then there were four.” Luke announced as you and Hanna rejoined Him and Connor. “Nope just you two.” You said grabbing Connors hand. “Have fun kids.” Winking at them before going slightly off towards where Jai and Gabby were dancing with their dates. Connor twirled you around before you wrapped your arms around the nape of his neck and he wrapped his on your waist.

“I like this.” He said his voice was soft and didn’t travel farther than your ears with the two of you so close. A smile broke across your face. “I didn’t think this was your scene.” You teased him your grip on his neck readjusted as your moved slightly closer inching for more of him and the more you held on, the more he held on as if you’d float away.

“Anywhere you are is my scene, always has been and it always will be.” He said. Your foreheads were resting against each other and everyone else was wrapped up in everything else to notice you two in your own world. You felt yourself blush.

“I always knew we’d end up here, we never were just friends. I’ve loved you my whole life. ” You spoke in a whisper knowing that there was no reason to speak louder than needed, you wanted these words for Connor and him only.

“You’re being all cute and sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you.” He said blissfully, with a smile across his face. “You don’t have to ask to kiss me, we’re dating it’s part of the package deal.” You said giggling slightly, smiling Connor leaned in to kiss you. Neither of you caring about formally telling your friends anymore. After you pulled apart you heard several gasps you knew belonged to your friends.

“I guess they’ve figured it out.” Connor said as he noticed Luke staring at you guys on his right. You noticed Jai staring on your left. “Only took about a few months.” You said as you went in for another kiss.

#are you afraid of the dark #are you afraid of the dark imagine #connor stevens #connor stevens imagine #luke mccoy #gabby lewis #hanna romero #jai malyas #the midnight society #seth romero #ayaotd #grace writes

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scottybrock · 5 years ago

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You Were You - Trap House

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: “Could you do something about a really nice reader who advocates for mental health illnesses and other forms of equality but another youtuber, potentially an ex friend, tries to start drama around her and the group doesn’t really take that well. Just them all being super protective and extra nice to her and she realizes how lucky she is to have them? Just basically a bunch of fluff🥰❤️”

You were a huge advocate for mental health, equality, and just about anything else that made people treat other people with kindness; it was just who you were as a person. You hated that there was so much anger, so much violence in the world. Your friends often told you that your heart of gold was going to be your downfall, and unfortunately, they were right. Despite their warnings, you befriended a pretty toxic person, Gabbie Hanna. She had a penchant for exaggerating her stories, and making enemies in the YouTube community, despite the fact that her subscriber count remained relatively good.

However, you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. That’s just what you did. You knew better than anyone, that people could change; whether it was for the worse or for the better, it was completely up to that person. You just wanted to give people that chance, to prove that they’d changed for the better. You had hope, for everyone. You wanted everyone to have the very best. That was another thing that your friends loved about you, but knew that ultimately, it would be taken advantage of, unfortunately.

It wasn’t that you were naive. You knew that bad things happened in the world. You knew about all of the school shootings, the mass shootings, the constant fight for equality, for people to just be treated the same way. You wanted to help; it was just in your nature. You had a voice, a platform for your voice to be heard, so why wouldn’t you use your influence to inspire young minds, to encourage them to fight for what they believed in?

Your friends were your biggest supporters. They loved everything you stood for, because you stood for everything good in the world. Not only were you using your following for good reasons, you were genuinely the kindest person ever. You were sweet and kind and so full of love, and you deserved the whole fucking world. The whole universe. The whole fucking galaxy. You deserved everything you wanted in life.

Just as your friends believed, Gabbie Hanna had made a YouTube video about you, trying to start shit. Tara believed that she was just jealous that you were universally loved, throughout all social media platforms. You’d never dealt with a scandal. Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram- no one had anything bad to say about you, ever. People who weren’t even your fans, sang their praises about you. You were a genuinely good person, and people could see that about you.

Colby knew that Gabbie had had several scandals in the past, and often used Shane Dawson as a way to make her way up the food chain. She had done the same to you, and he was furious.

Sam and Jake immediately jumped to your defense on Twitter, reiterating to your fans that you were the person who you portrayed on your channel; in fact, you were even better in person. Gabbie had tweeted them back, but they just ignored her. They knew that she was trying to leech off of you, trying to get another person “cancelled,” but looking rather stupid instead. People were tweeting in your defense as well. Her own fans were turning on her, chastising her for turning on a supposed friend of hers, for absolutely no reason.

You were crushed. You really had thought Gabbie had changed for the better, but you were wrong. Instead, she was trying to ruin your career, when you were never anything other than a friend to her, kind to her when the world had seemingly turned their backs on her. You welcomed her into your life with open arms, hoping to help her turn her life around. It seemed like she had, up until today. You called her, begging to understand what was going on, why she was trying to ruin your life. Tears were falling in a constant stream down your cheeks as you watched her continue to try to ruin your career through Twitter.

Your door flew open. You jumped, readying yourself to scream at the top of your lungs, but relaxed when you saw Corey, Devyn, Jake, Tara, Colby, Mike- the whole group crowding into your apartment. Katrina frowned when she saw your red and puffy tearstained face. “Oh honey, no,” She cooed, rushing over to you. Colby followed right after her, his bright blue eyes dark with anger. Kat cupped your face in her hands, using her thumbs to brush the remaining tears off of your face.

Devyn and Corey stepped forward. Devyn looked devastated for you, but Corey was already shouting about what a bitch Gabbie was, and if he ever saw her again, it would be on sight. You rolled your eyes fondly at his theatrics, a small smile curling at the corners of your lips.

He brightened at the sight of the tiny smile, then grabbed you into a bear hug. You felt the rest of your friends gradually pile on. Colby was on your right side, Mike on the left. You were crushed against Corey’s chest, and Sam was right behind you, with Jake next to him. Aryia, Kevin, Aaron, and Reggie were behind Jake, but they were impatiently waiting for their turn to wrap you up in hugs.

Tara was defending you as quickly as Gabbie could tweet, her pretty face crumpled into an angry scowl. You had managed to untangle yourself from Corey’s embrace, reaching for Aryia. Aryia pulled you into his arms, with Kevin, Aaron, and Reggie piling on, forming yet another tinier group hug. “I will literally end her,” Devyn growled, her eyes narrowing. “Say the word, and I’ll kick her ass.” Katrina and Tara nodded in agreement, their own faces mirroring the anger on Devyn’s. You shook your head. “I just,” You croaked, more tears spilling down your cheeks. “I just need all of you here with me, please.”

Your friends’ faces softened considerably, and Devyn launched herself across the room towards you, her arms extended. Tara and Katrina followed behind her, joining in on yet another group hug. Tara stroked your hair comfortingly, hushing your soft sobs. “It’s okay,” She murmured. “We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere.”

You sniffled, looking up at your group of friends with wide eyes. “How did I get so lucky to have friends like you in my life?” You wondered, shaking your head slightly. Tara’s fingers continued combing through your locks. “You were you,” Jake replied, his voice soft and sweet. “And that’s all it took.”

#colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #tara yummy #jake webber #mikes dead #aryia #reggie webber #aaron doh #corey scherer #devyn lundy #xplr #traphouse #sam and colby

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realimbo · 4 years ago

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Perfect day

perfect day

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavy angst

notes: i highly recommend listening to the song Perfect Day by Gabbie Hanna while reading this one-shot! if you don’t like angst then this isn’t for you but if do then lets go!

word count: 1375 i got carried away

it was a perfect day oh, how i’ve missed this. such a perfect day just two misfits sharing kisses

As y/n and Spencer entered their house after a long day at the beach she couldn’t help but smile at herself. With all the extra cases He and the team had gotten there was barely enough time left for them to just enjoy each other's company.

But this time he finally got a day off. Y/n loved it. She loved every second she spent with him because she soon learned that she wouldn’t be able to spend a lot of time with him. She never took it for granted and finally she was being repaid with a day full of laughter and little kisses.

and after all this time you give be butterflies, butterflies months go by i still get butterflies, butterflies

perfect day, what did i do to deserve this?

Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. He had a happy grin on his face and for the first time in a while, everything was going perfect. Y/n returned his grin with a bright smile as he kissed her cheek, then her nose, then he moved onto her lips. Even after all the time they’d been together he still melted her like sugar put it on a rainy day.

went back to your house and we couldn’t help but hold each other tangled at the mouth, took a break so i could take a shower.

He grabbed her cheeks with his hands to deepen the kiss and she smiled once more before humming, trying to get his attention as they parted, “I’m gonna take a shower. There’s sand all over me and it’s really uncomfortable.” He gave her a pout, mumbling an ‘okay’ before kissing her again.

She went up the stairs as he went to the kitchen, getting some lunch for the two. She lingered on the second step, just watching her husband with loving eyes before she continued on. She opened the door to the bathroom and closed it behind her as she undressed. Her clothes plopped to the floor as she turned on the water, waiting for it to get nice and warm.

washed the sand out my hair, from our perfect day spent at the beach.

She stepped into the shower, just standing under the soothing water as it rained down on her. Once she was done she turned off the shower head and wrapped a towel around her body.

looked into the foggy mirror, saw a message staring back at me.

She went to clear the mirror of the fog but paused once she saw something on it. The words ‘i love you baby’ were written. Y/n couldn’t help but blush at the message Spencer left her. It must’ve been when she was asleep because she didn’t remember seeing it the day before.

after all this time you give me butterflies, butterflies. months go by i still get butterflies, butterflies.

She drew a heart in the steam and almost giggled. He still made her blush even after years of being married to him. She wiped away a portion of the steam so she could see her face and started to brush her hair, putting it up in a bun.

perfect day, what did i do to deserve this?

Y/n looked at the message again. But she paused once she noticed something unfamiliar about it.

i saw ‘i love you’ written in the steam and i couldn’t help but smile at the sweet message you left me… but it wasn’t in your handwriting.

As she looked more closely her smile dropped. It was written in a feminine cursive with an almost girly heart next to it. No where near her husband’s chicken scratch handwriting she adored. Hurt crashed down on her as she realized what that message meant. It wasn’t a sign of Spencer’s affection, but someone else’s.

then those happy little letters were the saddest thing i’d ever seen.

Y/n fell to the cold tile, the damp towel wrapped around her the only thing providing warmth. She cried silently against the door. Her heart crumbled and even though she didn’t want to, she felt everything. At first she tried to deny it, tried to say she was overreacting, then she began blaming herself and she wondered what she did wrong.

After a couple minutes she finally got up. Y/n opened the door and walked down the hallway to their bedroom. As she walked in it made her wonder what else happened here that she didn’t know about. What did that woman do with her husband? She didn’t want to know. But that’s why the saying is curiosity killed the cat.

She quickly got dressed but packed a few of her belongings just in case things turned bad. Things would most definitely turn bad.

Y/n walked down the stairs, dropping her bag at the final step and walked into the kitchen where Spencer was. He turned to look at her, a grin on his face, “hey babe.” He said but instead of making butterflies in her stomach it stabbed her in the heart.

you need to get your conscience clean

Spencer’s smile dropped, “What’s wrong?” He asked as Y/n bit her lip and tapped her foot some of her nervous ticks.

“You tell me.” Was all she said, but it looked like it took everything out of her.

His eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?” She let out a sigh and her voice trembled as she asked, “Are you cheating on me?”

Spencer’s eyes widened and his face turned panicked but he cleared his throat in an effort to play it off, “W-what?” A tear rolled down Y/n’s cheek, “Answer the question Spencer.”

“N-no I’m not.”

but please spare me the details please

“I don’t need to be a profiler to know you’re lying to me.” She was crying now as she saw how he fumbled with his fingers and how his knee bounced.

He wouldn’t even look at her.

“Why?”

Spencer didn’t know the answer to that question. He loved his wife so much so he truly didn’t know why he’d do that to her. For someone who was credited on his intelligence, he felt like the dumbest person in the world.

“I don’t know.”

Y/n let out a shaky breath and tried to hold back from asking more questions. But she needed to know, “H-how long?”

“... a couple months,” Spencer muttered and she scoffed. He wasn't one for vague answers, “How. Long.”

“5 months and 14 days.”

i just want to keep remembering this perfect day

Y/n nodded to herself and tried to wipe the tears but what made it worse was that 5 months ago is when Spencer said they got more cases. 5 months ago was when he was coming home late. And she couldn’t see him when he did eventually come home because she worked at the hospital during nights. Her shift started at 12:30 am and she came home at 5:00 am.

That gave him plenty of time to do whatever he pleased with that woman. In their bed. In their house. Their home.

She looked at the place with a new set eyes. This wasn’t her home anymore.

“I’m leaving.” Y/n said, picking up her bag as she walked to the door, “I’m staying at my sister’s place. I know you’ll worry if you don’t know where I am.” She looked down as another tear fell.

“A-and I’ll um— get the rest of my stuff later.”

Spencer got up from his chair and walked towards Y/n but she kept her gaze to the floor, “B-but I love you.” She took a breath before looking up, locking eyes with him, “Maybe before but if you really did this would’ve never happened.”

Y/n opened the door, “Bye Spencer.” She said before shutting it behind her, trying her hardest not to look back.

“Bye Y/n.” Spencer whispered into an empty house.

how could you miss this?

“I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.” Nayyirah Waheed.

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 5 years ago

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Still Get Butterflies

After their rough breakup, Harry runs into Y/N at a friend’s wedding. Harry’s attempt to rekindle his love with Y/N may be ruined from a recent fling. Idea is from Perfect Day by Gabbie Hanna. I hope you all enjoy. Feedback and requests are welcomed. Lots of Love! --------------------------------------------------------------------

Brown, brittle leaves hugged the damp sidewalk. Paper ghosts gripped the coffee shop’s black, marble counter. Couples clutched one another’s hands, only freeing their hands from the grip to sip their steaming coffee. Y/N glanced past the warm lights blinding her vision from the curly haired man beside her. His crystal green eyes scanned the colorful chalkboard that promoted new Halloween themed drinks. His strong jawline jutted out more than usual due to the tension bubbling within his chest. Y/N recalled nights when she’d tuck Harry’s growing curls behind his small ears while he admired the moonlight reflecting against her eyes. She missed the nights when Harry would whisper promises of forever into her shoulder while they cuddled in his bed. Y/N hadn’t noticed the tears blurring her vision until the barista interrupted her happy memories. “Are you okay?” The barista asked, noticing the heartbreak behind Y/N’s glossy eyes. Y/N sniffled, clearing her throat with an awkward laugh, “Yes, I yawned a few minutes ago. Do you need my order?” “No, I ordered a pumpkin spice latte for you,” Harry grumbled, jabbing the card reader’s buttons with his ringed fingers. The barista shot Y/N an encouraging smile before tending to their order. Harry shuffled across the gray tile toward the pick-up station. Y/N stood across from Harry, wondering if the man she fell in love with two years ago still resided inside this colder version of Harry. Once the barista handed the unhappy couple their drinks, Harry exited the warm café that shielded them from the bitter autumn winds. The chilly winds nipped at Y/N’s ears and nose during the walk toward Harry’s house. Dark gray clouds blocked the white moonlight and stars from dancing above the buzzing city. Sleeks cars sped past Y/N and Harry’s figures down the damp streets that started to empty after a long day. Y/N begged Harry to interrupt her racing thoughts with his soothing voice, but even his voice couldn’t calm Y/N’s broken heart anymore. Y/N’s sneakers skidded across the sidewalk where her feet remained glued for a few minutes. Harry spun around, checking the sidewalk for anything that might stop his girlfriend’s pace, but nothing stood in Y/N’s path aside from her broken heart. Harry glanced into her glossy eyes where he understood the reasoning behind her frozen figure. “What are you doing?” Harry asked, searching around for paparazzi that might catch this dreadful moment. Y/N’s cracking voice betrayed her need to look strong before her cold boyfriend, “Harry, I can’t do this anymore.” Harry rolled his eyes, shoving his free hand into his jacket pocket, “Listen, we can discuss this in our home. We cannot fight on the street where everyone can video us.” “I can’t go home. If I go home, then I’ll let you convince me that we are okay. You’ll take a few weeks off from the studio to reassure me that we aren’t broken, but the reality is, our relationship died weeks ago. When was the last time we spoke? I live in silence and fear that one day I might say something, and have you lose it. Who lives like that? Even roommates get along better than we do,” Y/N cried out, gripping her weak heart through her thick jacket. Harry nodded, “You make a good point, but we can discuss this at home.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Harry, you aren’t listening to me. You are too worried about your image than our relationship. Harry, I’ve opened myself up to you. I’ve stuck around to make you happy despite my sorrow, but you never do the same. If you truly loved me, then you’d let me leave.” “Hey, if you want to leave, then go ahead. You love giving up rather than tending to this relationship like a real adult,” Harry growled, ignoring the stares from couples that passed by the shouting couple. Y/N gasped, “I never gave up on us. I deserve better than this relationship. You always ask me to give you second chances. You promise to talk to me more, you promise to open up, and you always break those promises. I can’t keep following this pattern in hopes that one day you’ll wake up a new person.” “Fine, but you aren’t allowed to come back to me after you realize that no one will love you,” Harry growled, turning his back on his ex-girlfriend. Y/N sniffled, swallowing the lump of sad and angry tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She huffed, releasing the tight grip she had on the coffee cup that helped her maintain her strength through that argument. She planned to message Jeff to collect her items from Harry’s house to avoid seeing Harry’s face again. Her heart couldn’t imagine life without Harry, but her mind repeated the phrase “you deserve better” until her heart believed it. Harry choked back the anger that threatened to rear its ugly head again. He nearly shouted at an elderly couple that bumped into his tense figure, almost causing him to spill hot coffee onto his feet. His silver key slipped inside the black knob, unlocking the empty house that reminded Harry of the past two years he wasted with Y/N. A growl ripped past Harry’s rosy lips as his hands shoved the floral vase, that Y/N purchased for Harry, from the small table near the front door. Harry tossed the sweet pumpkin latte into the bin, deciding a few shots of vodka might soothe his angry heart. Harry expected Y/N to return to his doorstep in a heap of sorrow. * * * * * *

White roses and pastel pink candles decorated the circular tables that filled the white tent. People dressed in pastels and florals carried glasses filled with bubbly champagne while the DJ blared love songs. Gemma, Michal, and Harry admired the warm Christmas lights strung around the tent’s beams. “Everyone stand up, and welcome the newlyweds,” The DJ shouted into the cheap microphone. Harry cringed at the microphone’s shrill scream echoing throughout the tent. The cliché, ‘Love is all Around’ replaced the crowd’s whines while Scott and Jessie jogged through the tent’s door. Harry clapped his hands, blinking back the happy tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He couldn’t believe his childhood friend married the love of his life while he couldn’t keep a girlfriend longer than a few weeks. Michal brought Gemma and Harry plates piled with the vegetarian option. “Hello, can everyone hear me?” That melodic voice tore Harry’s attention away from the salad drenched in vinaigrette. Y/N stole the DJ’s squeaky microphone, but the microphone refused to squeal in her hands. She eyed the crowd nervously as if they might boo her off the stage. “We can hear you,” Jessie shouted, shooting Y/N a thumbs-up. Y/N smiled the dazzling smile that sent chills down Harry’s spine. Did Harry expect to see Y/N? No, but he wasn’t surprised since Jessie took a liking to Y/N after Harry introduced her to the newlyweds. Harry bit his lip, admiring the fairy lights that highlighted the natural glow that constantly surrounded her figure. Ever since the breakup, Harry imagined Y/N returning to him on her knees; however, when a few months passed without any contact, Harry realized the mistake he made. “How do I know Jessie? Well, a common friend introduced at this awful dinner where Scott burnt the roast. I remember choking down the roast with red wine, and Jessie snuck me a few edible pieces. That night, I watched Jessie and Scott admire each other as if there were stars in their eyes. Scott surprised Jessie with flowers, poems, and chocolates whenever she had a rough day, and Jessie stood by Scott after his boss let him go. I knew that if I ever found love, then I’d like it to be like their love. To Scott and Jessie, I hope you have a wonderful marriage,” Y/N toasted the couple before chugging the bubbly champagne. Harry clapped, eyeing Y/N as she headed toward the empty chair near Jessie. Scott’s best friend stole the microphone from Y/N’s hands. His speech centered around Scott’s previous conquests who could not compare with Jessie. The entire room blushed at the awkward speech that left Scott fuming. “Well, Y/N’s speech was lovely,” Gemma mumbled, hiding her giggles through small sips of champagne. Harry chuckled, keeping his eyes locked on Y/N’s beaming figure, “Yeah, she always had a way with words.” Gemma and Michal shared a knowing look after picking up on the starry look within Harry’s eyes. Last week, Y/N messaged Gemma to discuss possible gifts ideas for the newlyweds, and Gemma did not tell Harry about the interaction. She hoped Y/N and Harry might talk through their issues and rekindle their love. “Will the newlyweds find the dancefloor for their first dance?” The DJ announced, searching through lists of songs for their song. Scott and Jessie spun around the dancefloor while the guests admired the beautiful couple. Happy and sorrowful tears blurred Harry’s vision. His shaking hands gripped his fragile chest that couldn’t breathe in the suddenly thick air. “I need air,” Harry choked out, dragging his fingers through his now tousled curls. Gemma nodded through her concern, “Call me if you want to leave.” Harry weaved through smiling guests until the cool, night air greeted Harry’s flushed cheeks. The white moonlight glimmered along the nearby stream. A shaky sigh parted his chapped rosy lips while his eyes focused on the twinkling constellations. “You couldn’t stay either?” Her smooth voice mocked Harry’s racing heart. Harry wiped his sweaty palms down the front of his gray suit pants before facing Y/N. The champagne glass covered the weak smile from Harry’s stare. “Yeah, I needed some air,” Harry lied, stuffing his hands inside his pockets. Y/N nodded, seeing through Harry’s lies, “Me too. Gemma didn’t tell me you’d be here.” Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes, “Of course, Gemma knew I wouldn’t attend the wedding if you’d be here. She enjoys watching me squirm.” Y/N frowned, attempting to hide the heartbreak that throbbed when Harry stated he didn’t want to see her, “I understand. Who wants to see their ex? Especially after telling her never to contact you again.” Harry’s eyes widened because how could she not see his heart dying to hold her? He shook his head, reaching for her empty hand before she walked off, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. Y/N, I fucked up the minute I let you walk out of my life. I miss you like crazy.” “Harry, I prepared for this moment. I pictured yelling at you, but now, I can’t even look at you longer than a few seconds without wanting to cry. You broke my heart, and yet, I can’t stop craving you,” Y/N hissed through tears. Harry frowned, cupping Y/N’s cheeks in his hands, “I’m sorry. I wish I never broke your heart the way I did. If I could take it all back, then I would.” Y/N smiled, cupping Harry’s cheek, “How can you still have this control over my heart?” “You have the same control over mine,” Harry whispered, leaning toward Y/N’s plump lips. “Y/N! Jessie needs you for the bouquet,” A random guest shouted, interrupting the moment between the couple. Y/N smiled sheepishly, “Okay, I’ll be right there.” The lady disappeared behind the tent’s door, leaving Y/N and Harry in awkward silence. Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip, staring into Harry’s heartbroken eyes. “I better go tend to the bouquet. I’ll see you around,” Y/N softly mumbled, breaking away from Harry’s grip. Harry sighed, returning to the table where Gemma and Michal discussed the nightly plans. His eyes roamed around the room until he found Y/N snapping photos of Jessie throwing her bouquet. He sighed, wondering if he should let Y/N walk out of his life again. * * * * * *

Burnt popcorn masked the vanilla candle Harry lit a few minutes ago. The television paused Hugh Grant carrying yellow roses toward the famous woman’s room. Harry discarded the gray suit a few hours after the ceremony, slipping into his black Adidas pants and sweater. His socked feet shuffled across the floor toward his gray couch. Harry’s fingers hovered above the play button when the doorbell startled Harry’s relaxed figure. He didn’t expect guests. Gemma and Michal booked a nearby hotel for a romantic evening, Jeff knew Harry would attend the wedding, and his recent fling told Harry that she’d be gone for the weekend. Harry sighed, setting the popcorn bowl onto the nearby coffee table. His hand wrapped around the cold knob, revealing Y/N’s sheepish figure behind the door. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Harry gasped, stepping aside for Y/N to enter. Y/N smiled, kicking her heels off before stepping foot onto Harry’s white carpet, “I needed to talk to you. I looked for you after Scott and Jessie left, but I couldn’t find you.” Harry nodded, rubbing the back of his sore neck, “I left after that lady interrupted us. I couldn’t handle the emotions that flooded my system.” “I understand. Are you busy?” Y/N wondered, examining the familiar house. Harry chuckled, “Can you count watching Notting Hill as busy?” Y/N giggled, shaking her head, “You love those rom-coms.” The couple shut the front door, heading toward the couch where they held one another multiple nights. Harry plopped down near the couch’s arm where his glass of red wine waited for him. Y/N sat next to Harry but kept her hands in her lap. “Did you move on?” Harry asked the question his heart kept wondering. “Yeah, I dated a couple of guys, but the relationships ended after the guys realized I wouldn’t put out after the second date,” Y/N mumbled. Harry frowned, “Me too. I haven’t dated anyone in a few months. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid you moved on.” Comfortable silence surrounded the dazed couple. Harry’s heart dove into her twinkling eyes that reminded him of a better time. He missed the mornings when Y/N surprised him with breakfast in bed, followed by lazy morning sex. He craved the domestic life where they cooked dinner together in absolute bliss. Y/N’s eyes traced the freckles dotted around Harry’s tanned skin. She missed pressing quick kisses to Harry’s flushed cheeks. She dreamt about laying underneath the stars while Harry sang sweet songs to her. Before the couple could process their emotions, Harry captured Y/N’s lips with his own. The action caused Y/N’s body to tense up while Harry’s hands gripped her arms. After a few seconds, Y/N’s body caught up with the action, allowing her to relax in Harry’s arms. Harry forgot about Hugh Grant waiting to win the love of the beautiful actress. Y/N’s hands trailed up Harry’s chest and into his tousled locks. Y/N tasted the red wine on Harry’s breath as his tongue traced the outline of her lips. Y/N whined, opening herself up for Harry. Harry leaned back, making room for Y/N to straddle his waist. Harry’s hands slid down Y/N’s torso stopping at her hips. “Do you want to go to my bedroom?” Harry asked, pressing his lips against Y/N’s warm neck. Y/N pulled away from Harry’s intoxicating kisses, “Harry, I can’t do this if we are going to go back to the way we used to be.” Harry shook his head, pouting his swollen lips, “I love you. I promise to try at our relationship this time. I can’t lose you.” “I love you too,” Y/N purred, pressing her lips to Harry’s neck. Y/N wrapped her arms and legs around Harry’s sturdy body as he carried her toward his dark bedroom. He thanked earlier Harry for cleaning his room from his recent fling’s discarded clothing. He laid Y/N down onto the comfy white blanket, pressing kisses to her neck. The couple rekindled their love that neither one expected to get back. * * * * * *

“I missed you so much,” Y/N gushed through giggles. Harry chuckled, running his fingers through Y/N’s soft hair. Moonlight streamed through the linen white curtains and onto the couple’s sticky skin. Y/N yawned, tracing her fingers around Harry’s tattoos. “I missed you too. When we wake up in the morning, we can celebrate our relationship with pancakes from Tammi’s diner,” Harry stuttered through yawns. Y/N gasped, propping her body up on her elbows, “Are you serious? You know I love those pancakes. How did I get so lucky?” Harry laughed, tugging Y/N’s naked body on top of his own, “I’m the lucky one.” Y/N’s eyes focused on the white ceiling covered in different shadows from around Harry’s room. She recalled moments when she stared at the ceiling, searching for the answers to their broken relationship. Tears blurred her vision at the memories that flooded, but Harry’s lips silenced her racing thoughts by humming her favorite song. Y/N’s heart believed this time her relationship with Harry could work. Her eyes drooped closed, allowing sleep’s sweet dreams to carry her mind off to happier places. Harry sighed, dragging his eyes away from Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. He scrolled through messages from recent flings who attempted to win his heart, leaving him guilty now as he cuddled Y/N. Why did he lie to her? He couldn’t help but lie because he feared she might leave him if she knew he fucked someone yesterday night. Harry turned his phone off in case someone tried contacting him. He snuggled his nose against Y/N’s warm neck, inhaling her sweet scent until he dozed off into a heavy sleep. The future looked bright for their relationship. * * * * * *

Yellow sunflowers greeted Y/N when she stretched herself awake. A beaming grin spread across her face as she searched around the empty room for her boyfriend. The cold sheets contained a neon pink sticky note that informed Y/N that Harry would be in his office. Y/N tugged the warm sheets wrapped around her body away until her feet met the cold hardwood floor. She tiptoed toward the room, illuminated by the summer sunlight. Harry’s white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders while he strummed the guitar propped up on his black jean-clad legs. “Good morning. I loved my gift,” Y/N whispered, sneaking up behind Harry’s back. Her hands trailed up Harry’s back and around his shoulders. Harry didn’t expect Y/N to startle him in his office, but he nearly yelped from the surprise, “I’m glad you liked them. I woke up early and stopped at Tom’s shop.” Y/N smiled, noticing the leather journal filled with Harry’s scribbled lyrics, “Are you writing a new song?” Harry nodding, spinning around in his office chair, “I got new inspiration.” Y/N giggled, leaning down to capture Harry’s lips with her own, “I love you. Can I take a shower before we grab breakfast?” Harry snorted, “Love, this is your house as much as mine. You shouldn’t have to ask to use my shower. I’ll be here waiting for you to return.” “I’ll miss you,” Y/N pouted, slowly shuffling away from Harry’s warm arms. Harry gripped his aching heart as if he couldn’t carry on without Y/N, “I’ll miss you more.” Y/N entered Harry’s large bathroom with marble counters and the best shower. Her hands grabbed two white towels from Harry’s rack before heading toward the open shower. She twisted the knob until steam floated above the glass door. The warm water relaxed Y/N’s tense muscles while she scrubbed the floral shampoo into her hair. She assumed Harry purchased the shampoo for Gemma and Anne who might have visited him. She closed her eyes, picturing the beautiful day awaiting her. After breakfast, she could persuade Harry into taking her on a walk through their favorite park. Then they could return home and watch romantic comedies until one of them fell asleep. Y/N turned the shower off, wrapping the white towel around her damp body. Water droplets rolled her skin and onto the black marble floors. Her eyes drifted up the mirror, stopping at the sweet message scribbled across the steam. I love you. Y/N giggled, embracing the fluttering in her heart until she spotted the y’s curly end. Suddenly, all air left her body as if somebody rammed against her fragile ribcage. A desperate gasp parted her lips while her hands hovered above her churning stomach. Tears blurred her vision because the message wasn’t written in Harry’s handwriting. No, this wasn’t an old message either. Y/N stumbled out from the bathroom and away from the message. She gripped the white walls as she tripped over her clumsy feet on her way to Harry’s office. She furrowed her brows, watching Harry scribble down new lyrics with the widest grin. “Hey love, when did you get out? Did you need something—Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Harry wondered, setting the guitar next to the glass desk. Y/N shook her head, searching for her voice among the heartbreak, “I—I—The message on the mirror.” Harry furrowed his brows, “What message?” Y/N glared, staring into Harry’s confused eyes, “The message on your mirror. The one where someone professed their love for you, and you didn’t wipe it away. You let me take a shower in the same bathroom where she left that message. Oh my gosh, I used her fucking shampoo.” Harry’s stomach dropped the minute he realized he never wiped Cindy’s message from his mirror. He watched Y/N storm toward his bedroom for her clothes. Harry shook his head, chasing after Y/N until his feet skidded to a stop outside his bedroom. “Y/N, her name is Cindy. We’ve been dating for around three months. I never expected to run into you again, so I moved on. We both moved on, so you can’t be this upset because you dated other people too,” Harry argued, pointing his finger accusingly at his ex-girlfriend. Y/N gasped, tugging the stubborn dress up her legs, “Harry, I don’t want to hear about this new girl. I don’t need to hear how you fucked someone else. I understand that we both moved on, but you lied to me. I would’ve understood if you told me about her, but you told me that you hadn’t dated anyone in months. You let me live in this fantasy where we could’ve worked when in reality. You still haven’t changed. You are still the same selfish man who lies to their loved ones.” Harry rolled his eyes, “Listen, I don’t need you to judge me. We broke up almost nine months ago. Did you expect me to stay single until you returned?” “I loved you. You fucking idiot. I loved you, and you lied to me,” Y/N cried out, pushing past Harry’s figure. “Y/N, we can try this again. I’ll end things with Cindy,” Harry begged, following Y/N through dark hallways. Y/N shook her head, “Harry, I don’t want to fight anymore. I can’t be in a relationship with the same guy I broke up with nine months ago. You won’t even apologize for lying to me, so I need to leave.” Harry shook his head, sniffling through the tears threatening to spill down his pale cheeks. Y/N smiled sadly before exiting Harry’s warm house. Harry didn’t see any tears or anger in her expression only disappointment lingered behind her exhausted eyes. Harry frowned, crumbling to the ground the instant the door clicked shut. Tears flowed down his pale cheeks while harsh sobs racked his body. He couldn’t believe he lost Y/N again. Harry knew Y/N wouldn’t return to him this time. He fucked everything up for the final time because he refused to be honest with her. Silence and loneliness surrounded Harry’s broken figure.

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sensestinging · 5 years ago

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Perfect Day (Peter Parker × Reader)

Pairing: Peter × Reader, mentions of Peter × MJ

Warning: Cheating, angst, soooo much angst, swearing

Summary: “I saw "I love you” written in the steam/And I couldn’t help but smile at the sweet message you left me/But it wasn’t in your handwriting/Then those happy little letters/Were the saddest things I’ve ever seen"

Or Peter has to choose between MJ and you, but instead of choosing he continues to date both, then you find out.

Word count: 1,993

A/N: Think of Schmidt from New Girl like end season 2 early season 3. My headcanon is that Peter would do something similar because he doesn’t know how to deal with 2 girls wanting to date him and instead of hurting one girl he can’t bring himself to end it with either and then angst. Also they are put of high school at this point, maybe early 20s, and Peter is living in his own apartment.

Based off Perfect Day by Gabbie Hanna

Gif by @starksparker

“What’s it going to be, Parker? Y/N, or me?”

MJ’s voice is laced with venom, arms crossing over her chest. You study her face. You don’t know her well but she exudes confidence and strength, but even you can see the sadness behind her eyes. They’re glassy, half lid. You bite the inside of your cheek and look back to Peter.

His eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. He looks between the two of you, speechless. He never thought he would have two girls telling him to choose.

“MJ is right, Peter. So, who do you love?” Your voice is softer than MJ’s but your heart is heavy. You already know he’s going to choose MJ and just want to get it over with.

Peter’s eyes snap to you, stuttering out incoherent sentences while trying to also change the subject. You see MJ sigh and roll her eyes out of the corner of your eye and you look to the floor.

“Whatever. Just tell me in the morning. I’m over it tonight.” MJ stomped to the door, middle finger lifting to flip Peter off, but you couldn’t help but feel it was partially directed at you too.

You take a gentle breath and lace your fingers together in front of you. “Call me in the morning when you’ve decided.” You force a small smile and walk out the same door.

Peter looks around him in the now empty room, hoping maybe someone, anyone, had been standing there watching the events that just happened and would have some advice to give him. But no one was there and Peter was alone and in way over his head.

You and Peter were spending a day at the beach. The usually crowded sand was abnormally empty and it was beautiful out. When Peter suggested going you initially thought he was crazy. It was overcast with a slight chilly breeze, but you put your suit on under your clothes and went along with him anyway. When you got there, the sun was out and shining bright. There were a few clouds floating by, but you could still see the bright, beautiful blue behind. Your hands stay connected as you made your way into his apartment, smile and joking with each other the way up.

“Will you shower first, or shall I?” You say, closing the distance between the two of you, giving him a gentle kiss.

“Well, we could save water and go together?” Peter gently squeezed your butt, gaining a small squeak from you. You smack his arm and move away from him.

“Calm down, Peter. We can have plenty of that later. I want to make sure I get clean, not just fool around.” You start walking toward the bathroom, looking over your shoulder and giving him a flirtatious smile.

He was about to give you a snarky reply when his phone rang. He grabbed it from his pocket and shook his head.

“Saved by Ned, L/N. Shower and I’ll get back to you with a witty response.” He waved his phone at you, causing you to laugh. You nod and open the bathroom door, locking it behind you.

As you shower, you think about how perfect the day truly was. Your heart fluttered thinking of every kiss, hug, brush of the hand. The butterflies in your stomach strong as you washed the sand out of your hair. Every time your fingers ran across your scalp, you thought of every splash of water Peter hit you with. Every sandy kiss you shared as you lay on the sand, relishing in the heat from the sun.The shower was short, not wanting to keep Peter waiting long. You get out of the shower, grabbing a towel and you reach to wipe the mirror so you can see your reflection when you see something written in the steam. Your heart skips a beat as you think of Peter having written the note for you; a heart with ‘Love You’ written neatly inside. As you reach out to trace the note in the air, you felt a tugging at your heart.

That’s not Peters. That’s MJ’s handwriting.

You jerk your hand back and bring it to hold a fist against your chest. A gasp made its way out, not that you wanted it to happen but the air feels like it had been pulled from your lungs. The room was spinning and you hadn’t realized your breath had quickened until you forced yourself to sit on the toilet to steady yourself. Your mind went to the worst case scenario, but that wasn’t Peter. Peter wouldn’t lie to you. Yeah, he did about being Spider-Man for all but a week, but he wasn’t good at hiding things. Looking back there were signs that he was the web shooting hero, it was so in your face that you just laughed when he confessed to you.

“Obviously, Peter.” You brought your hand up to your eyes, pretending to wipe away tears from your laughter. “You don’t exactly hide it well.” And he laughed with you, rubbing the back of his neck and told you about all the slip ups he had made.

But sitting there, feeling the invisible heat of MJ’s handwriting burning into your side, you can’t think of anything that would make you second guess Peter’s actions. And then, on the flip, why would MJ have written a note like that to Peter in the first place?

You take a deep and shaky breath at this thought. The MJ you know, while not very well, didn’t strike you as the type to leave cute notes around like that. Not the affectionate type, you had decided. You convince yourself she would never in a million years write something so loving, for a partner or otherwise, and stand more confidently and shake the thoughts from your mind. But as you looked back to the note you feel the tugging in your gut telling you it was hers.

You remember the note she had written for you and how the weird things you didn’t understand at the time now made sense. 'I hope you can be happy.’ And 'You are an awesome lady who deserves the best.’ Why else would she have written those things if she didn’t think he had dumped you. And while you didn’t have the note on you, the writing was etched into your brain and it matched what was on the steam. You stand on shaky legs, dressing into your clothes as you slowly opened the door, hearing Peter still talking to Ned. You walked into the hallway, turning to look at Peter who had his back toward you. He was speaking in a hushed voice, laughing slightly every once in awhile and you felt your body numb. What if that wasn’t Ned, but really MJ? Your legs move on their own as you come up behind him, grabbing the phone.

“He’ll call you back.” You say, hanging up and cutting off a confused Ned. You set his phone down on the counter and look at your hand.

“What the hell, Y/N? I was in the middle of-”

“Why was MJ here?” Your eyebrows scrunched together, taking a deep breath before looking into his eyes. His jaw was open, eyes wide, but he closed his mouth quickly when you looked at him.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gulped, jaw tensing and you could tell he was grinding his teeth.

“I saw what she wrote in the steam on the mirror, Peter. You can’t lie to me.” You watch as he folds his arms, frowning at you.

“You think words written on a mirror are from MJ?” You nod. “You don’t even know her. How could you recognize her handwriting?”

“She wrote me a letter after we got back together. If it’s not hers, and I know it definitely isn’t yours, whose handwriting is it?”

“Must have been… May. May probably wrote that when she was last over?” It came out as less of a statement and more of a question, causing you to let out a scoff.

“Sure. May came over- over a month ago, I should add- and wrote "I love you” on your mirror?“ You shook your head.

"How do you know that was a month ago?"

Your hands go to your head, eyes widening slightly. "Because I was fucking here, Peter. We all had dinner together.” You felt like you were going to lose your mind.

“Well, it still could have been from then!”

“No, no it couldn’t. What is in that room is fresh. Like, for the last few days fresh.” You open your mouth to say more, but you’re suddenly speechless. You never pegged Peter to be the type to lie. Silence stretches between you too, both trying to find the right words to say. You clasp your hands together and bring them to your face. “Please. Just tell me the truth.”

Peter’s eyes begin to water and he looks down, letting out a breath. “Y/N-” He takes a step closer to you, but you step away. “Y/N, I-I never meant to hurt you.”

Your breath flies out of you again. You know he’s rambling to you, spouting off excuses but you can’t hear him over the pounding of your broken heart and the angry buzz in your head. Your knees feel weak, and you find your way to the couch, sitting down with a thud as Peter stands in front of you. You feel the tears silently fall from your face, and you take a breath and close your eyes tight.

“How long?” You whisper, cutting off Peters rambling.

“W-What do you mean?” You smile, but it isn’t a happy smile. It’s a frustrated smile, the type you force yourself to put on in order to not snap.

“How. Long. It’s a pretty self explanatory question there, Pete.” You stare harshly back at him, seeing him stumble a bit, biting his lip and looking down.

“Right before we…” He whispers, not wanting to finish his own sentence.

Your mouth falls open in disgust. “You… You came to break up with me?” Peter reaches out to touch you, but you move to stand, moving so that the couch was between you two. “How fucking dare you, Peter Parker. You are such a baby."

"I never meant for this to happen. You have to know I never meant to hurt you.” His hands were shaking, tears falling down his face. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t really cut it.” You move to grab your bag.

“Please! Just, don’t leave.” He moved to follow you, trying to keep his panic at bay.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You say grabbing the door, but he forces it back closed.

“I need you to listen to me-”

“No! I don’t need to listen to anything you say. You know, I was just thinking how perfect today was. How you still made me feel these stupid butterflies every time we kiss. You killed them tonight. I have nothing left for you. I don’t want to hear anything else and I-I can’t deal with this.” You yanked the door open despite Peters arm still being on it. “You ruined this Peter. Not MJ, not me. You. That’s all the closure you’ll get from me.”

You shake your head at him one last time before slamming his apartment door behind you. You had expected to hear it open back up, Peter chasing back after you but that doesn’t happen. You walked to the elevator but opt to take the stairs instead. At Least take them to go down a floor or two just in case Peter did decide to open his door as you’re standing there waiting. But as you get down one set of stairs you collapse on the stairwell and let yourself sob.

What did I do to deserve this?

#peter parker #peterparker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x yn #spiderman #spider man #spider man fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #peter parker x reader

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kittyotakunoir666 · 5 years ago

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2WAYMIRROR: Medicate

This is a continuation of Butterflies

Broken girls Butterflies Perfect day

Goodbye Medicate Pillowcase

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Medicate by Gabbie Hanna

I'm unwell, thanks for asking

Don't mind me 'cause I'm just passing by

In this life, been a while

Thought that you forgot, but that's alright

How've you been? Glad to hear it

Just one question if you can bear it

Do you ever miss me, too?

'Cause I spend my days still thinking of you

I never thought I would run into Adrien again, not for a long time. Not after we broke up and I became Neti and made my own fashion line. Not after all these years of me being free from him and my first album being about him and his lying and cheating. God did I hope that my luck would continue but unfortunately, I was not that lucky nor was I lucky enough for him to forget me like I hoped he would.

We ran into each other after I bought some more materials for my personal designs I was doing for myself as Neti. I, of course, thought of Adrien often and how it was he who made me feel uneasy entering into another relationship with anyone. How my mentality isn’t completely good anymore but at least it wasn’t like it was back to when we first broke up. I, out of curiosity, did ask him if he ever missed me after the break-up.

He didn’t answer me but that was answer enough.

Should I take a pill to numb the pain?

Change the chemicals inside my brain

I worry I won't be the same

But I guess that that's the point

I left him standing there after that and went straight home. It was around the time for me to take my antidepressants and honestly, it helped me calm down my anxiety that was rising. After releasing my album about him I went to the doctor and he prescribed me my medication and I have been doing better. It helped that I was away from him and wasn’t around anyone toxic in my life thanks to all of them taking his side. Good riddance I say after all I did for them; I supported them, I cared for them, I encouraged them, I did as they asked for those years, and what do I get for it, a backstabbing.

Can you medicate a broken heart?

Make your tragedies a work of art

Medicate a broken heart

Build your walls up just to rip them apart

Is this the way to fix this or is this a quick fix?

I really couldn't say

Can you medicate, medicate, medicate it away?

(FLASHBACK)

I had gone to the doctors and they told me I had depression and all I can think of is. ‘Of course, I do I was in a manipulative relationship where my boyfriend cheated on me multiple times.’ But things are, I still felt bad, I still wasn’t feeling like I did before and I keep asking myself ‘Can a broken heart be healed with medication, or does it take time but how much time?’

But the medicine did help relieve the hurt of my broken heart. I was able to heal when I kept writing my songs and kept designing. I basically threw myself into my work and accidentally became a workaholic but oh well better this than the alternatives.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Doctor Smile, kill me with kindness

And don't ask about the side effects

Swallow hard, kill sadness with science

But the aftermath might make you sick

I thought I was doing better but then this happened. I ran into him and of course, my depression would act up again like when I was first diagnosed. But my heart began to hurt again so I decided to head into my room, locked myself in there, and cry my eyes out because it is sometimes therapeutic.

Should I take a pill to numb the pain?

Change the chemicals inside my brain

I worry I won't be the same

But I guess that that's the point

I cried and cried but right after, I felt so much better. The medication was able to activate and began to help me. It was around the afternoon but I felt like taking a nap so I did. As I began to fall asleep I kept wondering if I would run into him again and if so how would I react. But I hope that I won’t react like this again since I can be a bit more prepared now that I know he’s in Paris again.

Can you medicate a broken heart?

Make your tragedies a work of art

Medicate a broken heart

Build your walls up just to rip them apart

Is this the way to fix this or is this a quick fix?

I really couldn't say

Can you medicate, medicate, medicate it away?

After my nap, I woke up to my phone vibrating with the number of messages I was getting so I decided to check on what was up. It was a group chat with my new friends made blasting my phone asking if I was ok since one of them ran into Adrien and how they were worried that I ran into him. They are wonderful friends for trying to be there for me and by the looks of it, I will be expecting company soon.

QUANTIC DISASTERS

Ice king❄: Marinette I just saw Adrien. Are you ok? Did you run into him? I’m coming over

Melodie🩰: Wait, Adrien the cheater is in Paris right now?

Ice king❄: Yes

Kid-mime🐶: Fuck. Mari are you ok?

Sandman💤: What, are we going to do about Adrien?

Melodie🩰: Should we go visit her?

Kid-mime🐶: Mari are you there?

Sandman💤: Maybe she’s taking a breather and need time?

Kid-mime🐶: I’m getting worried guys

Melodie🩰: WAIT

Melodie🩰: We need to know first and foremost if she saw him or not or else we will put her in a bad mental state.

Kid-mime🐶: Hey, Ice King, What should we do.

Sandman💤: Should we be worried about Adrien’s presence in Paris or is it possible that we can avoid him.

Kid-mime🐶: Felix

Kid-mime🐶: Ffffffeeeeelllliiixxxxx

Kid-mime🐶: Dude answer

Kid-mime🐶: Hey, Felix answer or I’ll spam you

Kid-mime🐶: Alright you asked for this.

Kid-mime🐶: Guys brb

Sandman💤: We should head to Mari’s place she could need us.

Melodie🩰: Especially since she’s not answering us so I’ll see you guys over there

Whoa, whoa

Oh, medicate it away

Whoa, whoa

Oh, medicate it away

There was a knock at my door and I knew it had to be them. I smiled and I went to let them in and as I did so I remember the first time I broke down in front of them.

They say give yourself a break

They tell me to medicate

I don't wanna medicate

(FLASHBACK)

“Enough!!” I yelled at my new friends, “Don’t ask me about him anymore”

They stood their eyes widened as they stared at me. We were at my apartment and we were hanging out before they began to ask me about my relationship with Adrien and if I saw the break-up coming, and how I felt about his cheating when I snapped. Felix was the one to make the first move by getting angry at me.

“You don’t have to yell at us, you know, all you had to do was tell us you didn’t want us asking about the situation,” He said with a glare and that is what ticked me off.

“Well maybe they saw my interviews with the many people who kept asking me about it they would know the answers,” I hissed at him as I began to raise my voice and address the others, “Is this the reason your friends with me, all you care about is my old relationship with famous model Agreste. Am I not good enough like I was to him, Why did you become friends with me anyway, Why are you betraying me, Why can’t you understand me, Why are you being like this, am I really not good enough, Why… WHY WAS I NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, ADRIEN”

After that, I began to cry and I fell to the ground crying my eyes out looking at the floor. Asking over and over again why I’m never good enough. I then felt arms go around me and I looked up from the floor. I saw Allegra, Claude, Allan, and Felix hugging me and trying to calm me down and they were saying comforting words and saying sorry for asking when they should have realized that it was a sensitive subject.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Oh, can you medicate a broken heart?

Make your tragedies a work of art

Medicate a broken heart

Build your walls up just to rip them apart

Is this the way to fix this or is this a quick fix?

I really couldn't say

Can you medicate, medicate, medicate it away?

“Hey guys,” I greeted them

“Hey Marinette” Allegra greeted giving me a hug

“Hey Mari,” Claude said in a soothing tone

“It’s good to see your okay, Mari,” Allan said with quiet empathy

“Have you seen Felix?” Claude asked looking around, “He hasn’t answered any messages even when I spammed him with a lot of messages”

Whoa, whoa

Oh, medicate it away

Whoa, whoa (Whoa)

Oh, medicate it away

We hung out in my apartment when a knock came from the door. I went to see who it was and standing there was Felix with bags from the grocery store. I let him in and helped him with the bags and I saw that there was chocolate, ice cream, rom-coms, and a cake. I thanked him and hugged him for being there for me and doing this for me along with the others. We decided to have a sleepover so I don’t feel alone.

So maybe medication doesn’t heal a broken heart but time can. Especially, when you have friends who care about you and want to be there for you.

Oh, medicate it away

#2WAYMIRROR #Adrinette angst #quantic kids #moving on #marinette dupain cheng #a bit of depression

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zanesgirlfriend · 6 years ago

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Monster | Zane Hijazi

Description: Zane takes his drinking a little too far and the reader is fed up with it.

Requested?: yes by anonymous : thought I’d send in a (shitty) zane request😂 so what about the reader and zane get into an argument - on the verge of breaking up - oh yeah they’re dating lol. maybe because of his drinking or just the good old trust issues 😂 (not including stassie would be greatly appreciated)...but it has a happy ending maybe because David steps in and handles the fight or something...(let me know if this is bad and I’ll come up with something else) i looove u and i appreciate ur blog so much ♥️

A/N: i love you too aww, i actually really like this request so pls dont think it was shitty :) i hope i did it justice!!

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Zane picked up another expensive vase and smashed it against the ground. Y/n winced as it shattered. She sat on the couch, frustrated with her drunk boyfriend. She thought about how different he was when he was drunk, and how he never remembered it in the morning. Zane ran past the couch, screaming, with some other expensive thing in his hand. Y/n gathered her things as soon as she heard it break against the floor. She hopped over glass as she made her way to the pile of shoes near David's front door.

"Where are you going?" Zane slurred and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. She grabbed her shoes and slammed the door behind her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Zane texted her when he woke up the next day, but he didn't mention anything about the previous night. She texted back as if everything was normal, but ultimately ignored him for most of the day.

Night fell and the cycle was due to start all over again, but she wasn't going to let that happen. She showed up at David's, a little more pissed than usual. The gang was all there and welcomed her as she entered the house.

"Where's Zane?" She smiled at her friends, but they could tell she was serious.

"In the bathroom." Carly pointed towards the bathroom, and right on cue a flush was heard. Zane walked out, beer in hand.

"Who wants to take a shot?" He asked the room, but nobody answered. They were all too busy staring at y/n. He looked over and saw his girlfriend glaring at him. "What did I do?" He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Can I talk to you alone?" She dragged him by the hand into David's room to talk as a chorus of "oooooh's" came from their friends.

"Whatever it is, I'm sorry." He gave her a puppy dog face and attempted to grab her waist. She backed away from him immediately.

"Why do you drink so much?" She sat down on the bed, defeated. He tilted his head and sat next to her.

"I don't really know, why?" Something was bothering her and he wanted to know what.

"You don't know?" Her voice got slightly louder. "Zane, you turn into a completely different person when you drink." She looked at him as if he was stupid.

"No I don't?" He said it like a question, making him sound unsure. "I think I'm the same, just drunk." His brown eyes studied her face, looking for any sign of what she was thinking.

"Yes, you do! You yell, and smash things, and have no respect for other people's things!" She was yelling now, mad that he didn't understand. "Do you even remember that I left last night? Do you wanna know why?" She stood up, intimidating her boyfriend.

"What?" Zane scratched his beard as he tried to remember the events of the night prior to no avail.

"I left because you turned into a monster. You weren't my boyfriend anymore! You were a monster!" She tried to get through to him, but the only thing running through his mind was the Gabbie Hanna Monster meme. "Zane? Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah!" He snapped back into reality, slightly buzzed as he looked y/n up and down.

"It makes me scared! I get scared that one day you're gonna turn into a monster and hurt me. I shouldn't be afraid to be around you when you drink, Zane. I should be laughing at you falling on the floor or something. It's just not right." Her voice was quiet now, tears filling her eyes.

"What are you saying?" Zane finally understood what was going on.

"I think we need to take a break for a while. At least until you can stop drinking so much." A tear fell onto her face and Zane resisted the urge to wipe it. He hated seeing her like this, and hated what she was saying. "And if you can't stop drinking like that, I don't think I'll be able to be with you, like, ever." She walked toward's David's en suite bathroom in search of a tissue.

"Y/n, can we talk about this?" Zane's throat was scratchy as he asked her. She whipped around to look at him.

"We just did Zane, and you didn't say anything useful." She opened up the bathroom, hitting David in the face with the door. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She apologized as he brought a hand to his forehead.

"It's fine, I was eavesdropping. I deserve it." David walked out of his bathroom. "This is like the episode of Friends where everyone got stuck in the bathroom listening to Ross and Rachel argue about being on a break." He laughed at his own joke before sitting down next to Zane.

"Ugh." Y/n went a got a tissue from the bathroom.

"David, what do I do? I don't want to lose her." Zane put his arm around Dave's shoulder.

"Do what she says, dude." He patted Zane's back and wormed out from under his arm. "You keep breaking all my shit, so I kinda agree with her." He told Zane as he exited the room.

"I'm going home. Call me when you figure your life out." She walked towards the door, anxious to get away from him. He stood up and grabbed her arm.

"I don't wanna be on a break." He pulled her back into the room. More tears escaped her eyes as she thought of all the memories she had with him. But she had to be strong.

"I don't either, Zane, but thats what needs to happen. You need to lose me for a little bit, and hopefully you'll miss me enough to fix yourself." She freed her arm and shut the door behind her. Zane stood there frozen, shocked that y/n had just broken up with him.

"I would do anything for you." He mumbled sadly, almost ready to cry.

He did cry, and he didn't lie. He would do anything for y/n. He started going to the gym more, and eating healthier. Any change in routine was helping to distract from the fact that he was sober and single.

Y/n smiled when she heard his voice through the phone for the first time in weeks.

"I fixed myself, just like you said. I protected you from the monster. Will you please be my girlfriend again?"

#vlog squad #davids vlogs #zane hijazi #zane x reader #zane hijazi imagine #zane #zane hijazi x reader #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad imagine #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik #jeff wittek #carly incontro #carly and erin #erin gilfoy

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elfdragon12 · 5 years ago

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I don’t watch many YouTubers, but I will watch drama videos about them. My general opinion of them is that more of them need real jobs because they don’t know how to be adults and being YouTubers doesn’t help them.

Gabbie Hanna is one of those. However, this isn’t really about her drama. This is about her singing.

From what I’ve heard of her (apparently memetic) Monster song... Her voice does have potential to it. However, it was pretty clear that she had no idea how to use it. Her lower register was really weak. Her mid register sounded pretty solid. When she tried to shift in her range and sing more powerfully, whew boy! It did not work for her. At all.

Being a singer takes a lot more work than folks give credit for. To say that one is born a good singer is like saying someone is born a good powerlifter. While someone can be more naturally inclined to singing, to actually be a good singer takes work.

If Miss Hanna (who is somehow only 2 years younger than me rather than 10??) took voice lessons, learned her range and how to expand it, and how to work her voice, she wouldn’t have to rely on autotune.

#drama

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magic-fandoms · 6 years ago

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Monster - An Antisepticeye Story

Word count: 1,027

I would add a link to the song and a link to my masterlist but apparently, Tumblr killed links so make sure to check out Monster by Gabbie Hanna

'Laying in the bed that I made all alone Guess I'm not surprised honestly Praying in my head that you stayed and I hope You'll miss me eventually'

Too many times. Too many times he had snapped at them, hurt them, broke them. Not any more. They were planning on leaving him, he heard them talking about it. And right then, as he was laying on his bed, he could hear them discussing something downstairs.

'People wanna talk when I'm not around to hear Really they don't know what I'm made of'

Lately, he could often hear them talking in hushed whispers to each other. And it hurt. He knew they were going to leave him at some point. They obviously don't know what he's made of, but he doesn't either.

'People keep on walking so far away from here Clearly I'm the one they're afraid of'

He can never keep anybody in his life for more than a few months, but he somehow kept these guys, the Septics, with him for years. He loves them dearly, but he knows that it won't last.

'One after another, they've always come and gone So what if I'm the monster that's been here all along They're dropping like flies whenever I'm around'

Anti never really had a family. He was abandoned as a child and after that, he bounced around foster homes, never staying more than three months. Everybody around him seemed to die. He was told he had a lot of anger issues and he was caught multiple times on camera...killing people. But he never remembered any of it, he always blacked out.

A few years ago though, he took a blood test to see if he could find his family and it matched up with the Septics. So he contacted them. And he finally got to know the brothers he barely remembered.

He still remembers the day he knocked on their door. Henrik had been the first one to open it, but they were all standing behind him. The second he saw Anti, he pulled him into a hug. The rest of the night was like a family reunion.

'So used to goodbyes, there's comfort in the sound Maybe I'm the monster that's been here all along'

Snapping out of the memories, he realized somebody was knocking on his door. "Anti? You awake? It's Marvin. Meet us all in the living room." He groaned. Getting up, he brushed his hair out of his face and headed towards the door. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what they wanted to talk to him about.

'Bending 'till you break and you can't take anymore I'm not worth the trouble it seems'

Anti has a lot of self-doubts. After everything he's been through, he doesn't believe that anybody would go to any lengths to keep him around. Why would anybody go to the trouble to even say "Hi" to him?

'I would say you're wrong, but I've been here before You won't be the last one to leave'

He was completely wrong.

When he entered the room, everybody was sitting on the couch. "Anti, we've been talking and we think you should see a therapist," Henrik said as he stood up, his accent as thick as ever. Anti blinked. "What?" "You heard me." Henrik walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "I did hear you, but this isn't...I didn't...I thought you guys were going to tell me that you're leaving me." Chase stood up. "Dude, we'd never leave you. You're family and we want to help you in every way we can."

We'd never leave you. Those words echoed in his head for hours afterward. Henrik had already scheduled an appointment with a nearby therapist for him. But Chase's words... He knew they would all leave eventually.

'People wanna talk when I'm not around to hear Really they don't know what I'm made of'

Over time, and after several visits to that therapist, he started getting better. But it still felt like everybody was talking behind his back. He even mentioned this to the therapist. She gave him things to try so it wouldn't feel like they were talking behind his back. But they weren't working.

'People keep on walking so far away from here Clearly I'm the one they're afraid of'

He tried to take Jackie's advice to interact with more people when he's out of the house, but nobody will talk to him when they see the scar on his neck. People will start to say "Good morning!" to him and stop when they see it. And it hurts.

'One after another, they've always come and gone So what if I'm the monster that's been here all along They're dropping like flies whenever I'm around So used to goodbyes, there's comfort in the sound Maybe I'm the monster that's been here all along'

He thought he was getting better. Until one night he snapped. He doesn't remember what happened, he just remembers getting really angry and then blacking out.

But when he woke up...when he woke up he found the damage. He found Henrik bandaging Jackie's arm and there was already a bandage around his leg and his head. The second they saw him, they both looked away. It felt like someone had shoved a knife into his chest.

'You're safe here No need to run and hide Underneath your cover now Don't be scared'

The voices inside his head came back after being away for several years. He knows that's what made him snap. He knows that's what made him hurt the people he loves so dearly.

'There's nothing left inside Since you ate my heart out'

"There's nothing left inside since you ate my heart out!" He kept shouting that to the voices, hoping they would go away. But they didn't seem like they were going anywhere this time.

Thank you for reading

#Jacksepticeye #Antisepticeye #Dr. Schneeplestein #Marvin The Magnificent #Chase Brody #Jackieboy Man #lex writes

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mackloveswriting · 6 years ago

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Ghost - Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker, the love of your life. He promised to come home to you, but sometimes promises are broken unintentionally.

Requested: no.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Infinity war spoilers (only peter’s death), Peter Parker death, sadness.

Song imagine: Out loud by Gabbie Hanna (it’s more based on the video than the song.)

Say what you mean out loud.

“Peter, please don’t.” You begged as Peter told Ned to cause a distraction so he could go to that floating spaceship like thing. He could see the worry in your eyes as he gave you a quick kiss and Ned started a distraction. “I love you. I’ll be back soon.” He told you as he grabbed his Spiderman mask.

“You promise?” You asked as you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. “I promise.” He mumbled as he gave you one last kiss before swinging out of the emergency exit and leaving the bus.

I still taste your presence.

Once sweet but it turned sour

Tried to shake your indifference

But it’s too late now.

Numb. That’s all you’ve been feeling was numb. Ever since Tony Stark came to your house and personally told you that Peter Parker, or Spiderman if you will, was never coming home to you. You had met Mr. Stark a bunch of different times, seeing as you were peter’s girlfriend and you had found out about Spiderman. Since you were tech savvy, Stark had let you help him and had taken a liking to you just like he did with Peter.

Peter. You felt numb because of the death of the boy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The boy who promised to come home to you. The boy who, now, could never come home to you. Once Stark has told you, you broke down crying right then and there. Since then, Stark has kept you had the Avenegers tower. Your parents were always gone since they didn’t care about you and Tony was worried that you may do something stupid if you were left alone. Everywhere you went, reminded you of Peter. Everything you did or stayed it was all there. The memories that you would never get to experience any more. Never. This is the exact reason you two got into a fight when you found out he was Spiderman. You didn’t want him to end up killed, yet here you are.

“Y/N, you need to eat.” Tony told you as he handed you a plate. You stared at the plate with no expression. “Come on, kid.” Tony pleaded as he sat the plate in front of you. You looked up at him as he sighed seeing your face. Everyone could tell that you hadn’t slept, ate, or even did anything productive since Peter’s death. It was taking its toll on you. “I’m not hungry.” You finally answers as you stared at the black tv that wasn’t turned on.

Tony sighed, “peter wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself.” He told you as you looked back up at him with fresh tears in your eyes. It seemed like all you did was cry everyday.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want him to be Spiderman for this exact reason.” You snapped as you moved your gaze back to the black tv in front of you. Tony let out a deep breathe before getting up and walking away from you. Everyone knew to give you space. Even though tony didn’t want too, pepper was even undecided if she should give you space. Without a noise you got up and walked to your room in the compound and closed the door softly.

I hear you in the quiet

I see you when I’m in the dark

You just couldn’t fight for this

But it’s not your fault.

It didn’t surprise you that you spent another night tossing and turning in bed before you finally gave up on trying to sleep. Ever since Tony had broke the news, it was a regular thing. Even though, you didn’t really sleep good after he left the bus.

“I love you.” You could hear peter’s voice say in your mind. Almost like he was still there. Your mind almost tricked you enough to make you think that he would just appear.

Where you hadn’t gotten sleep in so many days or weeks, your mind would sometimes hallucinate him. You could just imagine what you two would be doing if he had came back like he promised. Could could be having a movie marathon, having a talk about something you both are passionate about, you could even be having a cuddle session. Anything to you would be better than him being gone completely. You huffed as you got out of bed and went to get you a drink. That’s probably the only reason you are still alive, to be honest. You don’t eat or sleep, but you do drink water or whatever you need. You walked into the kitchen and got a water out of the fridge and sat down at the table. You blinked the tear out of your eyes as you opened your water and took a small drink. You wanted to feel okay again, but you didn’t want to forget him either.

“I knew you’d be up.” You heard the voice of Steve Rogers as he sat down beside of you. He gave you a small smile as he took in your bloodshot eyes and puffy face. Also the dark circles under your eyes and everything else.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep or eat any more.” You sighed as a tear fell down your cheek. You quickly wiped it before it slid down farther.

“Everyone’s worries about you,” Steve told you as you nodded not trusting your voice anymore. “Tony and Pepper are worried about you.” Steve emphasized the two people you consider your parents.

“I can’t help it.” You whispered. “I don’t want to feel like this.” You told Steve in the same soft and quiet tone. “I just loved him so much and he promised to come home.” You added before it triggered a rampage full of tears.

Steve stood up and walked in front of you, gently pulling you up and pulled you into a hug. “Shh. Its okay.” He whispered. “You know, Peter loved you too.” He added as he rubbed your back. “You two were so in love, even for a couple of teens.” Steve added with a laugh. But all this was reminding him of his best friends he had lost due to the same reason. “He would’ve kept his promise if he would’ve had a choice.”

You nodded trough your tears into Steve’s white shirt as another sob racked through your body. You didn’t want to break down in front of Steve. He was like your uncle or big brother. “Have you visited his Aunt May Since she got the news?” He asked quietly as you shook your head. In reality, you hadn’t visited anyone. You need too, but you haven’t. You needed to see Aunt May, Ned, and MJ to make sure they were all okay. “Tony told us that Aunt May was pretty shaken up. You should see her in the morning.” You nodded as you pulled away and thanked him before heading back to your bedroom. Not that you would get sleep, but just so you could leave everyone alone for the night.

Your laughter haunts me

Like a ringing in my ears

That morning, you woke up and showered before putting on some clothes and throwing your hair up in a messy bun. You were going over to May’s house, to make sure she was okay. You had been over all the time. Aunt May had basically already put you in the family. You knocked on the door, something inside you wished peter would answer the door and say Mr. Stark was lying, but he wasn’t. But May opened the door. She looked as bad as you. Maybe a little bit neater. She tried to give you a small smile before allowing you to come in. As soon as she shut the door you two sat on the couch before just breaking down in each other’s arms. You were like her daughter, she thought you and peter would’ve got married after school. After letting all the tear out, you looked around and just remembered all the times that you three had dinner or take out together and you three would be laughing all night. Peter at first didn’t want to introduce you to Aunt May, he was afraid you would leave and never come back. But after you met her she instantly became like your own aunt. You spent the night with Aunt May, which made you feel closer to peter. At the end of the night, you told her you needed to get back to Stark’s before the night ended and she understood. She hugged you and you headed off to the tower.

You left me long ago,

You’re still everywhere.

I reach out for you.

I’m desperate for your warmth

Can you tell me where we went wrong?

At least tell me just to move on.

After a month or two of you staying the same and not changing anything. He had got you to eat a cracker, so you were living on a salty cracker diet. Since that was all you would eat. He had decided that he was not going to deal with that any more. He made you get up and shower, he made you curl your hair and made you put on makeup. Usually he cursed at you for putting on makeup because it usually made you two late. This time he was making you put it on and not leave till you got ready. Then he made you change into a casual yet dressy outfit, with the help of Pepper.

“Okay, Pepper is going to take you shopping and when you get back I am going to have a chat with you.” Tony said as he gently pushed you towards Pepper and basically threw you out of the tower for a day.

“What was that all about?” Thor asked as the elevator closed and you could hear it moving to the bottom.

“We’re going to find a way to undo all of this.” Tony stated as he looked at what was left of the Avengers. “We all lost someone, so we’re going to try to get them back.”

“Why can’t Y/N hear about this?” Steve asked as tony gave him a look.

“I don’t want to give her hope and it doesn’t work out.” Tony told the people that he was looking at.

After tony shoved you in the elevator Pepper took you to every store you could think of. You two even stopped and had lunch. She wouldn’t leave until you ate at least half of the food you ordered. Even all the shopping stores made you think of peter. He was everywhere, and he was always gonna be everywhere. You and Pepper made your way back to the tower after it was starting to get dark. The lights at the tower were bright and something that you didn’t exactly want. You had gotten so use to the darkness that surrounded you in your room, as sad as that sounds. “There’s my two favorite girls!” Tony Stark exclaimed as he came over and took the bags from yours and Pepper’s hands. “Now, Y/N. I got something we need to talk about.” He said as he led you to the couch before pulling out a box and laying it across your lap. “Open it.” He told you softly as you studied him before slowly pulling the ribbon off. The gift brought tears to your eyes as you seen it. It was a picture of you and peter in a picture frame, except the picture moved. Kinda like a Live Photo from an iPhone or the moving pictures in Harry Potter. With glossy eyes you looked up at Tony. You gently put the picture down before standing up to hug tony.

“It was made by yours truly.” Stark said as he hugged you back. You let go and thanked him before picking up the picture and walking to your room. Once you placed it on the side bed table, you watched it move over and over again. His arms around you and both of you wearing smiles. It honestly made you miss the feeling he gave you.

All you wanted was his arms around you so you could feel the safety and warmth you always got from him. “I don’t wanna move on Pete.” You whispered as you felt tears rolling down your face.

It’s time to let it go you

Left me all alone

I wanna feel your heartbeat

But it doesn’t beat for me no more, no

“Sweetie, Maybe... have you considered... trying to move on?” Pepper asked as you and her were making food in the kitchen. You had gotten a little better. Not extremely but it’s progress.

You shrugged, “I can’t move on Pepper.” You sighed as you put the brownies in the oven. Pepper had offered to make brownies or something sweet, and since you didn’t get that most of the time you agreed.

“Why not?” She asked softly as she started washing the dishes.

“Because, I don’t want to feel that way about someone else.” You told her as you looked down at your hands. “I don’t want to love someone else the way I loved peter.”

Pepper gave you a sad smile as she turned to face you, “y/n. Are you afraid that you’ll end up replacing Peter in the future?” At her question you shrugged. You knew that’s what you feared. You didn’t want to replace peter. You only wanted peter. “Honey, even if you move on.. he will never leave you. Part of your heart will always love peter and you will never forget him.” She assured as you gave her a small smile.

“I’m just afraid that if I move on I’ll forget him. Forget everything. Our memories, his touch, his taste, everything.” You sighed as Pepper gave you a look at some of those things but brushed it off. Now was not the time to ask about sex when your boyfriend just died and Pepper knew that.

“I can assure you, you won’t.” She told you as you took the brownies out of the oven and let them cool.

“I’m still gonna wait.” You told her before cutting the brownies and carefully grabbing one for yourself.

It’s time to let it go

You left me all alone

It’s holdin me down,

It’s burning me out

I’m begging for sound

But I can’t bring you back now.

You were in the kitchen, bent over with your head stuck in the fridge. You were looking for something to eat or drink that wasn’t what you usually had. Tony entered and when he didn’t see you at first glance sighed and look towards the table where everyone was. “My plan failed to bring the kid back. It won’t work.” Tony sighed as you stood up alerted as you heard tony say ‘kid’. Everyone gave tony a look and he looked nervous as he looked over at you.

“Were you going to try to bring peter back?” You asked as Tony closed his eyes tight and cursed himself for being stupid.

“I was trying.” Tony said through clenched teeth as he looked at how your reaction lit up.

“That’s amazing! If it works then that means I don’t have to move on.” You said a lot more excitedly. Tony looked down at his shoes causing you to frown.

“It didn’t work.” Tony told you softly as your happy outlook disappeared and it was replaced by the sad one that you had been wearing since tony told you the first time.

“Is there not something else we can try?” You asked softly. “There’s no way to get him back?” You added.

“No,” Tony sighed as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You gave him a fake smile before turning back to the fridge. The pain, burning, every sensation was back in your stomach. Like it was your hope fizzling Out.

Say what you mean out loud

Drowning in silence when I’m lost in the crowd

Cause every sweet thing, you never speak

It’s deafening, never knowing what could be

Wish I could show you how

But your just a ghost now.

After you had learned that tony was trying to help peter come back. Something told you that it would never happen. So, you had went back to school and rejoined Ned and MJ. Of course, everything was different without Peter. Everyone could sense the sadness and pain from the fourth person missing from your group.

After high school, you had asked tony to adopt you and he gladly accepted. So you were now Y/N Stark since your parents didn’t care about you. They didn’t even care that you wanted Tony to adopt you. So, you lived in the Avenger tower with your new parents and what was left of yhe avengers. You took online collage classes and got your degree in technology. Peter never left your heart or your mind, he was always a part of you and he always would you. You knew that and your current fiancé knew that. He was okay with you not being able to give you a tiny piece of his heart. The piece that would always belong to peter.

After everything, you had to have second best. Which is what you grew onto. Peter would always be your first love and first everything and he would always have a piece of your heart. No one could ever change that.

[-Hello! So, first question... did anyone wanna cry? Because I low key did. It could’ve been cause I was writing it too. I am so sorry for any mistakes it’s all because I’m on my phone, once I get a new computer I will gladly edit all my imagines. I hope you enjoyed! I still have a Tom Holland series. I am uploading the first part tomorrow.]

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