#Mr “I hurt your feelings? I will wait outside your tent all night” x Ms “you have feelings? Here’s one-time use magic water”

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Honestly 80% of the reason I ship Zutara is because I believe both Katara and Zuko deserve simps, and they both are simps. Simp x simp supremacy

[fred-george-fic]

In the Middle Pt. 4

Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (Eventually)

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Summary: It’s time for the first task of the Triwizard tournament!

Pairing(s): Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: ~Part 1~Part 2~Part 3~

Warnings: Mentions of characters getting injured

The First Task

November 24th came quicker than you had hoped, but you were glad Harry was willing to tell Cedric about the first task, since the other champions already knew. You followed George and Fred through the stands as they took bets from students about the champions. Eventually, you found your seats, noticing that Hermione wasn’t sitting next to Ron. You turned to the twins, “I’ll be right back, I am going to go talk to Cedric” You quickly got up and began heading towards the champions tent. You could see Hermione on the outside, speaking to Harry and saw her slip in and a flash go off.

Once you entered the tent, Rita Skeeter was there antagonizing the champions again.

“…this tent is for champions and friends.” You hear Victor say giving Rita and stern look.

“No matter, I got what I wanted.” Rita said with a smirk and left the tent.

Cedric saw you standing at the entrance the moment that Rita left and ran towards you lifting you up off the ground. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” His mouth was in a wide smile, but his eyes were worried

“I had to come wish you luck!” You kiss him lightly and then hear Dumbledore, Crouch and Bagman come in.

“Ms. Granger” Dumbledore looks over at you “And Ms. Y/L/N. What are you both doing in here?”

“We were just leaving.” You say, giving Cedric’s hand one last squeeze and grabbing Hermione’s arm. You both head back to your seats. George and Fred had gotten binoculars out and then you hear the announcement. “First up, we have Cedric Diggory versus the Swedish Short-Snout!”

You see Cedric come out of the tunnel, the dragon immediately notices him and begins to pursue him. You throw your hands over your eyes, “Just let me know when it’s finished.”

You hear him yell something and when you look up you see he had turned a rock into a dog, distracting the dragon. You cheered excitedly, but as Cedric went for the Golden egg, the dragon turned back to Cedric blowing blue fire out of its nose, burning half his face. However, despite the burn, he manages to grab the egg and successfully complete the first task. You sigh in relief, but you know that the burn had to hurt. “I need to go to the Medical tent!” You say to the twins, getting up from your seat and making your way out of the stadium and back towards the tents.

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As soon as you made your way out of the stadium, you immediately began sprinting towards the medical tent, where you could see them taking Cedric. Once you entered the tent, you saw them laying Cedric onto one of the available beds. “Madam Pomfrey!” You yell, gaining her attention. “I am here to help!”

“Ah, Y/N! We’re going to need some burn-healing paste for this one.” She pointed towards Cedric and grabbing the paste. “Did you want to apply it?”

“If I may.” You say taking the paste from her and sitting next to Cedric’s bed. You begin to slowly cover the burnt side of Cedric’s face, eventually covering it in the thick orange paste. As he moved slightly, you run your fingers through his hair, rubbing his head lightly. He began to stir, opening one eye on the side that wasn’t burnt.

“Y/N?” He looks over at you, giving you the smallest smile he can manage.

“Get some rest, Ced.” You say trying to soothe him.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” His voice is strained, but he still tries his best. 

“Of course.” You’re about to grab his hand when you hear someone else enter the tent.

“We’re going to need more of that burn-healing paste over here!” Madam Pomfrey yelled as she helped lower Fleur onto the bed. Once you went over there to assist, Fleur was still conscious, with only a mild burn on her leg where her skirt was set on fire. You applied the paste to the burned area and gave her a small smile. “You’re going to be okay, Fleur. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Merci beaucoup.” Fleur winced. You walked away from her bed as Madame Maxime walked in and immediately went to her side. Victor Krum came in next, he showed no visible injuries as Madam Pomfrey looked him over and was given the okay to leave the medical tent. 

It was quiet in the tent for a long time, only the occasional sounds of Madam Pomfrey checking on Cedric and Fleur and Madam Maxime talking. You heard the roar of the last dragon, meaning Harry was up. You waited awhile, soothing Cedric when you could, but he was mostly unconscious by this point. Eventually, Harry is brought in due to a cut on his shoulder that he sustained from the dragon. Madam Pomfrey quickly used a healing spell to heal the gash, quicker than you’d be able too. “Y/N, can you use the bandaging charm for this one?” She taps Harry’s bed and goes back to check on the other patients.

You walk over to Harry’s bed, tap his shoulder and say “Ferula”, immediately bandages wrapped around Harry’s shoulder and torso, ensuring that the wound was covered.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Harry said giving you a wide smile, probably from adrenaline more than anything.

“How was your first task?” You ask him, sitting near his bed. 

“I think it went well, except for the shoulder.” He said sitting up in bed.

“Mr. Potter, you are cleared to head back to the Gryffindor dormitories, just make sure you come and see me in the morning.” Madam Pomfrey says as she begins to look over Fleur’s and Cedric’s burns. “These two however, will need to come to the Hospital Wing in the castle. The paste needs to stay on at least through the night.”

As you help Madam Pomfey clean up the medical tent, both Fleur and Cedric are moved into the Hospital Wing. You both quickly follow, along with Madame Maxime. Cedric continued to sleep throughout the day, even when his Hufflepuff friends came in to check on him. Fleur had visitors as well, Madame Maxime and her sister stayed for most of the day, random Beauxbatons would come into the room and chat. You continued to sit next to Cedric’s bed, reading your potions textbook and occasionally asking Madam Pomfrey healing questions.

Around 10:00 PM is when Fred and George slid their way into the room, motioning you to come out and talk to them. You roll your eyes, check to make sure Cedric is still sleeping and follow them out. “What is it?” You whisper closing the door behind you.

“We thought you might want to know the results of the first task.” Fred whispered back pulling you a little way down the hall.

“Harry and Victor tied for first, Cedric came in second, Fleur in third.“ George said.

“You also missed the Gryffindor celebration in the common room for Harry.” Fred continued.

“Harry opened the golden egg and it let out a nasty shriek.” George shook his head.

“Thought you might want to warn Diggory.” Fred finished.

“I appreciate the concern; I will let him know once he wakes up.” You turn around and begin to walk away when George grabs your arm.

“You’re going back?” George looks at you hoping that you’ll come back with them to the common room.

“I promised Cedric I would be there when he woke up.” You look between the boys and sigh. “I’ll be there for breakfast in the morning, okay?”

George lets go of your arm, deflating a little. “Okay.” They both say and turn back down the hall, walking away. You felt bad really. You had already abandoned the boys at the tournament, now you weren’t spending time celebrating a big win for Gryffindor. You knew they were going to tease you about it later, but you also knew Cedric needed someone to be there for him. You had never seen the boys so upset about you not spending time with them, maybe because you had never not spent time with them. You sigh, making a mental note to spend some quality time with them and head back into the hospital wing. Fleur and Cedric were both asleep and Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen. You take your seat back next to Cedric’s bed and grab his hand with a small squeeze before returning back to your book.

“Y/N-” Someone whispers nearby waking you up suddenly. You rub your eyes and look around the dimly lit hospital room, before your eyes land on the boy staring at you from the bed. 

“Oh, Cedric. You’re awake.” You give his hand a squeeze and smile at him.

“You’re still here.” He smiles back at you, returning a squeeze to your hand.

“I told you I would be. I had to make sure you are okay. How does your face feel?” When observing his face, you notice most of the burn-healing paste has dissolved leaving an orange tint behind.

“Much better, thanks to you.” Cedric continues holding onto your hand, when you hear the door adjacent to the room open and Madam Pomfey step out.

“Wonderful, you’re awake.” Madam Pomfrey begins grabbing supplies in order to clean off the paste.

When you look out the window, you notice that the sun is beginning to rise and Fleur has already left the hospital wing. “Where’s Fleur?”

“I sent her back about an hour ago.” Madam Pomfrey hands you the supplies and begins setting up the room for the day.

You begin cleaning off Cedric’s face, trying to be as careful as possible in case there’s any pain leftover. As you methodically clean, he looks at you intently, taking in all of your features. “Who knew someone who just spent the last six hours sleeping like that could look so lovely.” Cedric says breaking into a wide smile as you finish cleaning up the last of the paste.

“Well, aren’t you cheeky this morning?” You laugh slightly. “Come on, let’s get you back to your common room.”

Cedric slides off the bed, giving Madam Pomfrey a “thank you” and walks out of the room while you follow behind. The moment that the doors close, he cups your face with his hands and gives you a passionate kiss, staying like that for a moment. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” You look into his eyes, which squint at the edges from his wide smile.

“I am just beyond grateful for you.” He intertwines his hands with yours, pulling you with him as you walk towards the Hufflepuff common room. Once you arrive, you notice a few students coming out of the common room to get an early start on their day. Many offer Cedric a “congratulations” as they walk out. “Thank you. For everything.” He says kissing you again and slipping inside the room. Before the doors closed, you could hear cheering inside and then silence.

You walk slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, saying the password as you approach. Once you walk in, you notice a familiar red headed boy sleeping on the couch. “George.“ You whisper tapping him on the shoulder. You wonder why he’s on the couch, but want more than anything to head down to breakfast, so you keep your questions to yourself.

He jumps up slightly, instantly smiling when he sees you. “Hello, Y/N.” 

“Go grab Fred, I’m starving.” He gives you a mock salute and runs up the stairs, bringing Fred back down with him. You three walk down to the Great Hall together, listening intently as the twins tell you about their newest creations.

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Crestfallen (Part Two)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female Reader (eventually)

Wordcount: 2.2k

Plot: You’re new to Beacon Hills, grieving your parents’ death. Scott befriends you in Biology class.

Chapter Characters: Scott McCall, Natalie Martin, Lydia Martin, and Stiles Stilinski (real world AU - our beloved Alpha and Banshee are merely humans in this story.)

Warning: Deep Angst. The reader’s character might come off as depressing to you. Also, swearing. 

Author’s Note: This is probably terrible. I feel like my writing is all over the place so please bear with me!

I was woken up by the ray of sun coming through the small part of the window that I had forgotten to close the night before. The light was seeping into my eyelids making my eyes roll back to the front and see red. When I opened my eyes, my room looked softly lit. It looked pleasant, as my dream. It was vivid. Clear as reality. I’ve dreamt of them again. But this time I remembered it when I woke up.

I was home again. I was seated on our couch in the living room. An opened book laid on my lap. Dad was seated in his favorite recliner, and mom...well...she was in my view, making dinner in the kitchen. And the house was filled with songs of Michael Jackson from the 80s. We didn’t say a thing to each other, but everything was good. Everything was perfect. Everybody was alive.

I wanted to stay asleep. I wanted to stay in that dream. But no. The day greeted me awake now and all that dream was anything but reality. Another day in this foreign room. In this foreign house. In this not-so foreign town. I drew a sharp breath before getting myself out of the covers. It was a Saturday. I had the morning free and the afternoon was scheduled for me and Stiles to meet for a History report we needed to get done together. He came by at around 4 PM. I was out on the porch when his Jeep pulled up in front of the house. He got out of his Jeep, clumsily carrying his books.

“Aren’t we supposed to do world history? Why do you have so many books with you?” “Hello to you too,” Stiles said to me, clearly pointing out I had to do better in this social etiquette stuff. Or whatever you call it. “We can’t just rely solely on our textbook, you know?” “Sure, but have you forgotten there’s Google and Wikipedia nowadays?” I responded as I opened the front door for him. “Yeah I love that stuff but this stuff is even better. Don’t you wanna ace History?” “I couldn’t care less,” I huffed. He turned around to look at me and I was just startled to have him standing too close to me all of a sudden. He squinted his eyes, probably thinking I should be blamed if we flunk History.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.” I didn’t know he was such a go-getter.

When we took breaks, Stiles went to Lydia’s bedroom. And I spent the break hanging out on the poolside. It was getting colder each week. Fall was already in season, and the pool, just like the backyard and the front yard, was full of leaves that needed to be put away.

I jumped when my phone rang. It was Scott. What could he be calling me for? After two rings, I finally picked up.

“Hello?” “Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother you. Is Stiles still there with you?” “Yeah but he’s with Lydia now.” “Great. Could you bring your phone to him, please? I need to talk to him. He’s not answering.” “Oh. Sure. Hold on.” I stood up as I said that and rushed to Lydia’s bedroom, still holding my phone over my ear. I knocked loudly.

“Lydia? Is Stiles there?” I heard shuffling and grunting noises inside and I just felt repulsed. “Scott’s on the phone. Said he needs to talk to Stiles.”

“Tell him it’s about his dad. He’s in the hospital,” Scott said over the phone. I repeated what he said aloud. Then I heard loud thumps and stomping feet, then the door opened revealing a flushed Stiles. His shirt was clearly just worn in a rush. I instinctively leaned back from the door as I handed my phone to him. Stiles loudly whispered “Thanks” to me as he grabbed the phone and shut the door. It didn’t take a minute before the door opened again and Stiles was rushing to get outside Lydia’s room, still holding my phone and talking to Scott. I was left still standing across Lydia’s door, with a peek of her room. I was obviously interrupting something and the moment I realized that, Lydia was standing before the door and gave me a sarcastic smile as she gently closed it. That was my cue to follow Stiles to the living room where our books were laid open from the research. “Y/N/N, I’m so sorry but I gotta go. It’s my dad. Promise we’ll finish this before the deadline. Hang on to the books for me, ok?” He said and then gave me back my phone, rushing to leave.

At dinner, we had steak, salad, and mashed potatoes. Natalie’s cooking was really good, but I couldn’t forget that look on Stiles’ face when he opened the door, even up until he left. It was plastered with worry and somehow, annoyance. I wonder what happened to his dad? I badly wanted to ask Lydia about it but I thought I might be prying. Besides, she’s never given me a look I could smile at since she closed the door on me that day.

***

I spent the next few days letting myself just go with the flow. I went to class, ate lunch with Lydia and her friends, did my homework, I talked to Natalie...I even smiled for her a few times. I felt like I was there but I wasn't really there. I felt like I trapped myself in my own head and let my brain do all the work for me like I was on autopilot. I couldn't understand what was going on with me. The only times I was ever really conscious about where I was and what I was doing was when I was alone. When nobody could see me, nobody's talking to me, and I am just left thinking how am I still breathing.

I took showers at night because it calmed me. One night, I stood on the shower and let the water run across my face with my mouth open so I could breathe. The droplets of water were soft on my skin. It was probably the calmest thing I've felt upon me since my parents died. Not that it was long ago, but nothing about me was calm or pleasant anymore. Nothing felt okay. But that moment in the shower was. I felt my heartbeat slow down and I kept my eyes closed. I wanted to cry in there, but not a single tear fell out of my eyes. How is it possible for someone to feel hurt and numb at the same time? What a complicated concept. But it happened to me. Maybe it’s happened to you too. But I hope you’ve handled your situation better than I did.

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Each day, Scott would always strike a conversation between us. He's really nice. Sometimes I wonder what keeps him going, what keeps him positive. I arrived in our Biology lab before he did, and he greeted me with his usual innocent smile. He looked handsome that day. He wore a beige shirt and a denim jacket. It was simple but it suited him.

"You're early," he said. I smiled at him in agreement because I didn't know what to respond to that, and he pursed his lips as he smiled back when he realized what he said didn't really encourage me to say anything. At one point, I wondered if I should just write him a letter to explain things. I felt bad for the boy. "How was your weekend?" Finally, an open-ended question. Not that I would tell him about the glorious shower I had last Saturday.

"Good. I stayed home, so..." I shrugged, letting him assume my weekend was, as a matter of fact, uneventful.

"Me too. There was a lot of cleaning to do," he replied, scratching his head. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" Three weeks have passed since I moved here and no one has asked me this question. Not even Lydia. I looked at him and thought of what to answer him. I didn't even know if I was ready to do anything remotely fun. Autopilot, remember?

I raised my shoulders shrugging and said, "Usual stuff, I guess," then my mind drifted to a memory I carried from when I was eleven. My parents and I went to the beach and set up a tent and spent the night there. We had a bonfire and we watched shooting stars dart across the sky. I don't know why we never did that again. My mind drifted back to Scott, who was still waiting for my answer. "But I miss going to the beach and having a bonfire," I finished with a smile. I felt that smile. It was real. It wasn't forced. And Scott was left speechless and just gave me a smile too. I started to like that smile. I didn't realize that it's nice to remember the good things. I miss them. Maybe that's what good memories are for.

The week after that, I found myself spacing out in class. I almost never remember what the lessons were. The only subject I ever cared to be mentally present in was AP Biology. I couldn’t have Mrs. Finch embarrassing me with her sass for not listening. Once in a while then, I realized how easy it was to cut class. As long as none of Lydia’s friends were my classmates, I knew I was safe from prying eyes.

One subject I liked cutting was English Literature. Ms. Blake was a good teacher and all but I dunno. I just didn’t feel like being in her class all the time. I’d rather listen to Mr. Harris in History than learning about Mark Twain with Ms. Blake. One time, I decided to finally do it. After the third period, I made sure no one I know saw me. I went outside of the school and headed to the bleachers. No one was there. At least, no one I knew. Just some kids smoking their day away.

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At the Martins' home, the house was usually quiet. I would occasionally hear Lydia talking on the phone in her room while I'd be doing my homework or watch TV, or her mom would be making our meals in the kitchen or talking to someone on the phone. I was grateful that both of them just did their own thing, not pulling a Brady Bunch act on me. Definitely, the Martins weren't anything like the Brady Bunch. One evening, Lydia's dad came to visit. He was tall, thin, and his eyes popped out of his head. Wherever he looked made him look like he was glaring at it. I felt uncomfortable around him. He was always so critical of everything. I think he never trusted anyone but himself. I thanked God that he didn't stay for dinner because I really didn't wanna be in that situation where I'm in the middle of a feud of a family I’m not even a part of. Whenever her dad came to visit, I noticed Lydia would be extra hardworking in school the next day. She would raise her hand all the time.

I never knew why he and Natalie divorced, never even really knew when they did. All I remember was that their family was different from mine. Lydia's parents seemed like the kinds of people who both went to Ivy League schools and intended for their daughter to do the same. And my parents, well, they were more carefree than Lydia's parents. They let me explore so many things without pressure. They've let me try art, explore astronomy, even a few recreational things like fishing, snorkeling, etc. The only pressure I ever got from them was when I got low grades. I was never an overachiever like Lydia, but my parents wanted me to have at least a good passing grade. Getting a C would already worry them. I miss them.

I miss their voices. Their company. The way they used to say my name. I’ve been having little moments of realizing how my life has changed drastically in their absence. There was no mom and dad for me to go home to. No mom to wake me up in the morning. No dad to watch action movies with. When I look at these kids around me in school, I see that they’re full of life. Laughing over Tumblr memes, cheering over their favorite boy band or geeking out over the latest Marvel movie. And here I am. Breathing. But feeling lifeless. Tell me. How can I move forward from this? How can I feel alive again?

Part Three

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