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skyrigel · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

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fuckyeahhiccannamonth · 2 years ago

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Oh, this is gorgeous!!! Excellent job <3 <3 <3 I'm really loving all the content these two are getting with this song this Hiccanna month :O It's so THEM and for the longest time I thought I was nuts because I was the only one who saw it ;_____; Like!!!

"There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face" This absolutely has the Vibe of Anna feeling like she needs to kinda put on this Perfect Poised and Graceful Princess Act, and exhausting herself trying to mimic Elsa and hide her true self because it isn't as "respectable." Then she sees Hiccup at an Arendelle ball or something and she's like YOU. Because she sees this weirdo with wacky armor and a meek little grin putting his foot in his mouth with every person he talks to (who all just kind of painedly smile along because he will not shut up about his inventions) and she's like "THIS one. THIS one I don't have to bullshit with. However much of my actual shtick I decide to show, he'll be cool with it." Oh, the beauty of finally finding someone just as weird and off-beat as you 🧡

"The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy" They WOULD be Banter Couple Supreme. Like Hiccup's sarcasm + Anna's unfilterable bluntness would make the best back-and-forth XD Good for them, good for them!!!

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you" This is all just So Very Anna 🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚 She WOULD just shamelessly swoon like a schoolgirl the entire night after meeting Hiccup, twirling all around the castle in a giggly mess XD Absolutely love that for her. Oh, to be a smitten girlie with a sudden and very intense crush!!! That intense euphoric rush is admittedly one of the few things I actually miss about being a teenager aksjdhskufhuy

"These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon" YES YES YES!!! I always figured she'd be kind of overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings for Hiccup if they hit quickly, and she'd maybe even get nervous and overstimulated and make some excuse to leave before she actually wanted to. Like a cat who gets too excited when they're batting at something and has to turn and dash off XD Even with Hans, she got kind of shy and flustered and was nervous enough to somewhat let him take the lead and make sure she wasn't off-base (i.e. catching her on the dance floor, proposing at the end of their song, etc). I think she'd be the same with Hiccup! She'd be very flirty and giggly all night long (not entirely intentionally XD), but oh god actually trying to court him??? Absolutely not, what if he says no??? And then she later agonizes endlessly over not being more forward because she has no idea if/when she'll see him again and he might never know how much she absolutely adored him. Or how she wanted a little more than just a mere political friendship </3

OMG but Anna actually looks so stunning in that bright Cinderella sky blue??? Like I don't think about it a lot but her in blue is a LOOK. Like!!!

Look at her!!! And the little matching butterflies, too??? SLAY QUEEN SLAY

And Hiccup looking suave in his little matching outfit and his neat little rapier??? GO KING GO 💙💙💙Heh, why do I get the feeling Fire Sword Enthusiast Hiccup and Master Swordswoman Anna are about to do some flirty sparring right after this photoshoot? XD

Incredible editing job, as always!!! I really love the sparkles and the summery green forest background. Really invokes the vibe of a summer garden ball on a sprawling castle lawn, which is definitely something they'd both like :3

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖...✨

hiccanna month prompt 1: TSwift 🤍

#hiccannamonth23 #hiccannamonth2023 #Week 1 #Day 1 #Prompt: Taylor Swift #edit

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nemesyaaa · 6 months ago

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AND I SAID " ROMEO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN BE ALONE."

AND MY DADDY SAID " STAY AWAY FROM JULIET. "

“ I TALKED TO YOUR DAD, GO PICK OUT A WHITE DRESS. IT'S A LOVE STORY, BABY, JUST SAY "YES. ”

🌹 it was a tragedy but you were already hooked. if you die for me, i would die for you, as he always murmurs in your ears.

romeo!jj who knelt down for you the first time he saw you in that rose garden, on one of his knee, dressed in his shining silver armor. he was a fallen prince that reached for his sinned princess.

romeo!jj who complimented your sublime, long dress, a gift from your father, but who wanted to see you without it.

romeo!jj who helped you lace up your corset, but had to refrain from touching you in front of your servants every time your breasts bounced above the cleavage.

romeo!jj who helped you undo your dress, sliding the threads through his hands, while kissing your skin every time he undid a lace.

romeo!jj who liked to irritate your father because he was young and arrogant. romeo!jj who showed up at balls where he is not invited, drinks from the cup of wine of your dad before throwing it on the ground, and sneaking among the guests to find you. you. the woman he seeks and wants. romeo!jj who kicked out all the dance partners you had, just because he was the only one who can make you dance.

romeo!jj who fighting your father with his precious sword in front of everyone, while making you dance. he was meticulous, his blade never touched you.

romeo!jj who may loose the fight but will end up finding you on your balcony later while you wait for him in the light of the moon.

romeo!jj who kissed you passionately, with the love you deserved. romeo!jj who was all dirty after a long battle, messy sweaty hair that smell victory, bruises on his pretty young face, and blood but who refused to be far away from you.

you were his juliet to whom he wrote love letters with ink stains but you loved to smell his scent in every word.

romeo!jj who was not a music lover but such a fan of hearing you play the harp late at night.

you had tried to teach him but his hands were always somewhere other than on the tiny fragile ropes.

romeo!jj who forced you to leave your prison while your parents slept to take you to have fun. you threw yourself off the balcony and he caught you in his arms. but often complained about the size of your dress. sometimes, jj fantasized about seeing his princess in silver armor.

you had tried to push him away dozens of times, but it never worked because he was stronger than you at this game. romeo!jj wanted you, and even if he had to have the world against him , it didn't matter, because he would let this world burn for his only love.

romeo!jj who fought duels with all his rivals, and who took pleasure in capturing you whenever he could. he had a big white horse and took you for rides. sometimes he dreamed of being an evil prince and kidnapping you, and locking you in a giant tower. but you were too beautiful in his eyes to be hidden from the world.

you were his juliet, the one to whom he revealed his scars, to whom he let see his weaknesses, his true nature, weak and sensitive.

you were his juliet and he agreed to cry in front of you because of his father.

you were his juliet, a sin. but he was in love. no matter how much hell tormented him, he would descend there for your beautiful eyes.

he was your romeo, and he taught you how to use the sword, one hand on your waist, and another on his weapon. romeo!jj who had engraved the initials of your name on his blade.

he made you a soldier capable of fighting, but you remained his princess who would never be able to kill anyone. but you didn't have to worry, that was his favorite part. fighting for you.

he was dressed to kill every person that pissed you, and make him jealous, and you were dressed to be his favorite pure and soft angel. and in the future, his perfect wife.

romeo!jj who knew how much your families hated each other but couldn't stay away from you for more than five minutes. romeo!jj who planned to run away with you.

romeo!jj who knelt in front of you one day, “will you marry me ?” with the most precious ring in his hand. romeo!jj who had found nothing better than to make you cry on your birthday with his surprise. romeo!jj who wanted nothing more than for you to be his.

even if your father humiliated him yesterday because a capulet would never marry a montague. that the blood of your family was superior to others. that he would never have you.

there had been another fight between the two. he never gave up, even when your father placed a blade against his throat, forcing jj to go on his knees. you begged your father to not kill him. while you cried your heart out, jj's blood stained your dress, he whispered in your ear.

“ already in tears for me? i didn't fuck you well yet. don't be a crybaby, princess. your romeo will not die tonight. ”

you wanted to hit him. but you smiled at him when he got up.

but you knew that his own father had also beaten him for this betrayal and shame that was your love for each other.

“ my father is going to kill you.” you said with a soft voice, your fingers stucked in his blonde curls, while he was on his knees, his hands on your waist covered by your big princess dress. and his eyes all over you.

“you are the only one capable of killing me. and you've already done it a million times.”

“ don't die, jj. i forbid you. you think you can conquer everything like achilles, but you will die because of your ego. you are young and i still need you."

" you trust me ? "

"my father is a monster. he won't be afraid to kill you."

" are you afraid of dying with me?"

“nothing scares me more than dying without you., jj. ”

but you had let yourself be blinded by love and happiness, you could never have known, neither you nor jj, that it was the last time you kissed his cold and bruised lips.

and the saddest part was that you died without knowing where your romeo was. you had both been consumed.

you had forgotten god, and you had been punished with jj for that.

credits to @daddldee for the dividers <33 moodboards was made by me. and i'm proud fr 😭 yes, it's inspired by love story/white horse by taylor swift, dont ask me why 😔 i dont think it's really angst but yes, both jj and reader die at the end💀

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theerastour · 1 year ago

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drawtober day 2: maroon/hunter green/mustard yellow | @taylortober | shop prints

#taylorswift #Taylor swift #tswift #tswiftedit #my edits #my paintings #invisible string #folklore #drawtober #prompts #digital drawing #digital painting #procreate #watercolor #watercolor painting #q

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miakate-writes · 8 months ago

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Denial prompts!

friends to lovers denial prompts 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

“whether i’m gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike i haven’t decided yet” જ⁀➴ ♡

[a/n: denial is a river in egypt, guys. turned this into a friends to lovers thing, hope that’s ok 💌]

a does NOT like b

b does NOT like a

but when a where’s a cute outfit b doesn’t stop staring the whole day

and when b runs their hand through their hair a can’t seem to look away

both of them have dreams about each other, stupid dreams that definitely have meanings neither of them want to unpack

they are so so clearly in denial that it’s actually painful to watch

c practically begs b to just confess to a

but whenever anyone mentions this “crush” to them they turn into a red, blabbering mess

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fuckyeahhiccannamonth · 2 years ago

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AKSNDJSEFHK YES FANTASTIC WAY TO START OUT THE EVENT, this is so CUTE ;______;

Look at them goooooo!!! Okay but I really love that Anna's the one doing the dragging??? Like suddenly I'm thinking about Fearless from Hiccup's POV and it actually fits so well!!! I never thought of it that way before but you're so right :O Anna's such a dragger at heart--she takes initiative and lugs her mans to all kinds of unexpected places XD She's literally just that "girlfriend dragging you places" meme. The kinda pic you see everywhere that looks like this???

That's her

"We're driving down the road I wonder if you know I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now But you're just so cool Run your hands through your hair Absentmindedly making me want you"

Okay but the way Anna canonically plays/messed with her hair as a nervous habit (and probably also a stim!!!) ;______; Both hilarious and wholesome af to think about Anna doing what basically boils down to a nervous tic that she doesn't even think about and Hiccup watching her and thinking it's a clear indication that she is just Effortlessly The Coolest And Suavest Ever XD Smitten little man!!!

ANNA DRIVING AND HICCUP JUST WATCHING ADORINGLY FROM THE PASSENGER'S SEAT, SO TRUE

ALSO!!! Hiccup being a nervous wreck on Anna's front porch??? ANNA INITIATING THE LONG-AWAITED SMOOCH BECAUSE HICCUP IS TOO SHY??? I am DEVOURING this like a FERAL CREATURE AKSDNKUFHYG

Enamored with these speedy little chibis on their way to do many shenanigans :D Whatever Anna's pointing at, I'm sure it's good akukdgyg

This is so heckin CUTE, I am so hyped for all your entires Haru <3 <3 <3 Thank you so much for contributing!!!

"you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"

@fuckyeahhiccannamonth week 1, day 1

#hiccannamonth23 #hiccannamonth2023 #Week 1 #Day 1 #Prompt: Taylor Swift #fanart

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lyralit · 9 months ago

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writing prompts from ttpd quotes

took a miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

but I've seen this episode and still loved the show

this ain't the chelsea hotel, we're modern idiots

left all these broken parts // told me I'm better off // but I'm not

down bad, waking up in blood // staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

& I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

I learned these people try and save you // 'cause they hate you

scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer

at the park where we used to sit on childrens' swings // wearing imaginary rings

barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine // well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time

love left me like this and I don't want to exist // so take me to Florida

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean // don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

he had a halo of the highest grade // he just hadn't met me yet

dancing phantoms on the terrace // are they second-hand embarrassed // that I can't get out of bed? // 'cause something counterfeit's dead

our field of dreams, engulfed in fire // your arson's match, your somber eyes

you're the loss of my life

breaking down, I hit the floor // all the pieces of me shattering as the crowd was chanting "more!"

'cause once your queen had come // you treat her like an also-ran // you didn't measure up // in any measure of a man

he jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an "e"

it's hell...on...earth...to...be...heeeaaveeenlyyyy

you've got edge, she never did // the future's bright....dazzling

#alternative title: my fav ttpd lyrics in a master list #lyralit #writerblr #writers block #writblr #writing prompts #writers #writing ideas #writing #creative writing #ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift

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starryluminary · 3 months ago

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NoCoVember Week 1: Flowershop / Coffeeshop

It’s winter and it’s cold out. The local coffee shop is close by and warm inside. Coffee is also warm. You go in and run into that one guy you kissed once. You catch up. Begin Again by Taylor Swift is playing on the speakers. The irony is not lost on you.

Thank you to @aangellface for hosting nocovember this year!!

#this is not two weeks late shut up shut up shut up #I said I was determined to finish this one and I MEANT IT!!! NEVERMIND THAT NOVEMBER IS FINISHING!!#anyway. love the coffee shop setting and also begin again by Taylor swift #total drama #total drama noah #td noah #total drama cody #td cody #cody anderson #noco #total drama noco #td noco #nocovember #nocovember 2024 #nocovember2024 #Starry makes art #will try to catch up with the other prompts but I make no promises

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mightbeimpossiblenotto · 4 months ago

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House - Oct 12 - @rosekillermicrofic - 1,950 words - Warnings: mild homophobia from character’s father, biting again

(a/n - this one is too long again, but it needed some world building)

Evan met Barty when he was just seven years old. His parents had taken him to some pureblood gathering for the adults, leaving the children to themselves in another room. Some of the other kids already knew each other from previous events, and they formed little groups, of which Evan had no desire to be a part. There was one sullen looking boy standing against one of the walls, glaring at everyone else with hazel eyes. His hair was a messy mop of dark brown, his skin pale and clear. Evan approached him.

“I’m Evan Rosier,” he greeted, in the way he had been taught to introduce himself, sticking a hand out to shake.

Barty stared at his hand with disdain. “Barty.”

Oh, Evan had heard that name before. “Crouch’s son?”

Barty’s face went abruptly dark as he straightened up against the wall. Evan took his hand back as it seemed Barty had no intentions of shaking it, awkwardly putting it back in his pocket.

“Don’t ever mention my father to me,” he spat. Evan didn’t flinch, he just raised one eyebrow at the other boy until Barty softened. “We don’t exactly get along.”

“I don’t get along with my father, either,” Evan offered, though he knew he didn’t mean it in the same way that Barty must mean. Evan’s father was a stony man; he didn’t show affection or any other emotion, and he didn’t show his love in any traditional methods, if at all. For much of his life, Evan considered his father on the outside of their small family: him, Pandora, and their mother had a very close relationship, and then there was their father on the outside, looking in but not participating. It seemed that Barty’s relationship with his father was even worse than apathetic.

But Barty seemed comforted by Evan’s commiseration. His face relaxed, and he stopped leaning against the wall. By the end of the evening, Barty and Evan had played several games of chess and exploding snap.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

They became good friends, Evan and Barty. They started seeing each other at more pureblood social events, and they each ignored every other child present, only playing with one another. By the time it was time to go to Hogwarts, Evan was excited about the prospect of seeing his friend every day, perhaps even living in the same dorm as him.

Barty was thrilled when he got on the train. He was nearly bouncing out of his seat with excitement. They shared a train car with Evan’s sister Pandora and a friend of hers, Dorcas. A third boy named Regulus wandered in at some point, his carefully bored expression trying to mask some anxiety at having to search for an open compartment. Barty invited him in immediately.

It wasn’t until far later that night, after the sorting hat ceremony and the welcoming feast, after Regulus, Evan and Barty had all been sorted into Slytherin and found out they were going to be sharing a dorm room together, that Barty’s good mood finally broke. Regulus had gone to sleep, an unnatural silence surrounding his bed curtains after he had pulled them shut (he must already know how to do silencing charms).

Evan was sitting up in bed reading a book, and Barty had been unpacking his trunk, showing Evan every little thing he had brought from home. After a while, Barty had gone quiet, and Evan realized he was able to finish a whole chapter without Barty interrupting. He looked up, only to find Barty staring at the wall, eyes unseeing, as tears streamed unhindered down his cheeks.

“Barty!” Evan whisper-shouted, shocked. He hurried out of bed to crouch next to his friend, but when Barty didn’t move at all, Evan changed tactics and sat next to him. Their backs were leaning against Barty’s bed as they stared at the stone walls that made up their dungeon dorm room. Evan waited for Barty to speak first.

“I’ve never spent a night away from home,” Barty finally whispered, which wasn’t what Evan had expected him to say at all. He was confused — Barty always complained about being at home, being near his father, so Evan expected him to love being away at Hogwarts. He waited for further explanation, and Barty quickly gave it. “I’m so… relieved.”

His voice broke, and then Barty was sobbing, and Evan pulled him as close as he could while he cried.

And I think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

After several years at Hogwarts, Evan grew used to Barty’s confusing relationship with his family. He returned home for every holiday, never missing a single chance to leave. He professed how much he loved Hogwarts, how much he hated to leave, especially when Evan or Regulus were staying behind for a holiday. It took Evan until fourth year to realize the reason Barty always went back was for his mum.

He never spoke about her. He complained about his father on a daily basis; he repeated every terrible thing his father had ever put in his head, much to the displeasure of Evan, who felt it was his personal duty to prove Barty’s father wrong. But Barty never mentioned his mum.

Evan had asked Barty to come to his house for Christmas in fourth year. After three years of watching his friend come back from the Christmas holiday looking miserable and emotionally beaten down by his father, Evan had had enough. A week before they were all supposed to board the train back to London, Evan broached the subject with Barty.

“Why don’t you ever come to mine for holiday?” Evan asked. “If being at home makes you so miserable, that is.” He had been listening to Barty complain for close to three hours at that point.

“Can’t,” Barty said simply. “I have to see mum.”

Evan hadn’t ever asked again.

Then you won’t have to cry

Or hide in the closet

When Barty came back for sixth year, he was different. Evan couldn’t explain what it was to anyone else, but it was entirely obvious to him. Something fundamental had changed Barty in some way, and Evan felt entitled to that information. Barty walked onto the train with a different swagger to his step, a different attitude behind his words, a different emotion behind his eyes. It was as if he had a mask on for everyone else, but Evan could see right through it, and he hated the fact that he was the only one who could see it.

To make matters worse, Barty was avoiding Evan and their group of friends, never spending any time in the dorm or even the common room. He was usually hooking up with some girl, stumbling into the dorm early the next morning, looking disheveled and depressed. Evan couldn’t understand it. Barty had never shown interest in girls before, despite other boys in their year having started ages ago. Evan found comfort in this fact, as he had never had any interest in the other sex, and he was beginning to realize he never would. Except Barty had come back and, very suddenly, girls were all he could or would think about.

Evan’s patience quickly wore thin, and he confronted Barty one day on his return to the dorm. Evan had been waiting for him, fuming, because he hadn’t spent any time with Barty at all in weeks. As soon as Barty walked through the door, Evan practically pounced.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Bartemius Crouch, Jr.?” Evan spat, backing Barty against the door he had just closed behind him.

“Um,” Barty fumbled ineloquently. “Getting dressed, I hope? These clothes are from last night.”

“I know,” Evan hissed. “You’re never fucking here anymore. Why are you never here?”

He watched Barty swallow thickly, his throat bobbing. “I’m here, I live here, Evan—“

“You haven’t slept here since we’ve been back,” Evan insisted. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

He shoved closer, getting in Barty’s space, watching as his eyes flew wide. “Get the hell off me—“

“Not until you tell me what’s going on with you,” Evan prodded. “C’mon, Barty, it’s me. We’ve been friends since we were seven.”

Barty stared at him for what felt like a long time. Finally, he admitted, “I had a fight with my father. A big one.”

Evan’s eyebrows pulled together. He didn’t back off from Barty yet. “That’s it? You fight with him all the time.”

“Yeah,” Barty blew out a large breath, the pieces of hair framing his face fanning out. “But, this time, he found out his only son and heir is gay.”

It went dead silent for a moment while Evan processed that vital bit of information. Barty tried to look nonchalant, as if he didn’t care at all what Evan’s reaction would be, but he kept inadvertently flicking worried glances Evan’s way.

“The girls,” Evan said, meaning it as a question but it came out more as a grunt. Barty knew what he meant anyway.

“Yeah,” Barty sighed. “I thought maybe I could fake it pretty well. I don’t even sleep with most of them. We just end up getting drunk and making out, which is fine for me.”

Evan’s head was spinning. “But you — guys. You’re into guys.”

Barty swallowed again, and Evan couldn’t tear his eyes away from Barty’s throat even if he tried. He leaned forward, not quite sure what he was planning on doing before he pressed his lips to the skin just over Barty’s thundering pulse on the side of his neck. Barty gasped beneath him, arching up into his touch. Evan groaned against his skin, gently biting the area and soothing the sting with his tongue. Barty made a sort of keening wail.

“Oh, Merlin, Evan,” Barty gasped out, and then his hands were shoving Evan back. His pupils were blown wide when Evan looked at him. “You — you’re…?”

He trailed off, not quite asking what he wanted to ask. Evan answered anyway. “I like you. I want you. I don’t really care about anyone else.”

Barty’s eyes, which were already too-wide, grew impossibly wider. He surged forward, connecting their lips for a moment, and it was like Evan was doused in fire. He had no idea how he had managed to live without kissing Barty before. Too soon, Barty was pulling away, but only to tack on: “Me too, Evan. Only you.”

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

The day after they graduated from Hogwarts, Barty and Evan moved into a tiny flat in London. It was barely enough space for a living area, kitchen, bedroom and bath, and Evan couldn’t possibly love it any more than he already did. It meant so much to him to live in a space that only belonged to him and Barty, a space that was entirely theirs.

Barty was at the shops, but he would be home soon. Home — that was the word Evan had been searching for. He’d lived in many places: his family’s extravagant manor, their many vacation houses, the dormitory, to name a few. But he had never felt at home in any of them, not the way he did in that tiny flat, with Barty.

When Barty finally did arrive, with four bags of groceries hanging off of his arms, Evan greeted him with a soft kiss and a warm smile. “Welcome home,” he said.

“Happy to be here,” Barty replied.

#barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan x barty #rosekiller #marauders #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch x evan rosier #microfic #microfic prompt #taylor swift #seven

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theerastour · 1 year ago

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drawtober day 11: one single thread of gold | @taylortober | shop prints

tying you to me | low-key ts

#taylor swift #taylorswift #tswift #tswiftedit #my edits #my paintings #procreate #drawtober #prompts #invisible string #hands #kept this one simple!!#low key ts #q

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lyralit · 1 year ago

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1989 (taylor's version) inspired writing prompts

the rise and fall of a socialite

Gatsby-style parties that end in flames

red lips on a poisoned glass

a meet-cute than ends up in the tabloids

the audio recordings left behind after a celeb's mysterious death

the music charts/bestselling lists are overtaken by an unknown young artist

an artist releases the singular most successful song of all time before disappearing

childhood friends who rejoin by coincidence after their successes years later (bonus if they didn't know it was each other -- pen names? changed features? -- and are competition)

a car crash with a celebrity and jail escapee in the front seats

reclaiming a broken reputation years later

moving out of your first home

meeting your first heartbreak after you've healed

rain and smeared makeup and breath fogging up snow-frosted windows on a busy street in the middle of the holiday season

being introduced to your first, secret love

choosing to rebrand yourself for the first time

an aspiring starlet visits a retired legacy

falling in love with the one person out of reach

affairs on a camera-filled movie set

#lyralit #writerblr #creative writing #writing #writblr #writers block #writers #writing ideas #writing prompts #lovely person <3 #taylor swift 1989 #1989 #1989 taylor's version #taylor's version

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skateordiebitch · 2 months ago

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I know you might or not might see this but can you do angst with Dom x reader likes the song enchanted by Taylor swift, where reader has been in love with Dom and everyone in there friend group knows expect him.

I don’t know, if you wanted to end them getting together or that reader finally moves on from him, where she’s brings the guy she been seeing to the friend group introducing him. You could choose or you want to end it a different way I’m okay with that.

ENCHANTED || D.F. x reader

'this night is flawless, don't you let it go i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone i'll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you'

summary:

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

you have been in love with dominic for years, yet he has no clue. but, the truth hits him hard when he sees you with someone else.

a/n: good lord this song makes me cry. like it has so many memories attached to it LMFAO. literally this song reminds me of all my old friends and exes... YIKES. but, nonetheless, i love myself some good angst and that is definitely this story! it's serving desperate and sappy dominic. bro is experiencing emotions frl. i'm really proud of this one!!!! anyways enjoy!!! ahhhh!!!!!! <33

You’d loved Dominic for years.

Not in the fireworks-and-grand-gestures kind of way, but in the quiet, soul-deep moments that snuck up on you and stayed. It was the kind of love that grew slowly, like ivy creeping over the walls of your heart, until it covered everything.

It was in the way he’d sit next to you on his couch during movie nights, always leaving just enough space for you to stretch your legs across his lap. It was in the laugh that erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, whenever you said something even remotely funny, and the way his entire face lit up when he did.

It was in the little things he remembered—the way you took your coffee (two sugar, a splash of oat milk), the playlist you always had on repeat, the fact that the sound of chewing drove you absolutely insane.

The kind of love where everything he did—his stupid puns, the way he’d ruffle your hair just to irritate you, the way he’d text you randomly just to say something ridiculous—became a permanent fixture in your mind. It etched itself onto your heart like a tattoo you’d never chosen but couldn’t imagine living without.

It was woven into the fabric of your friendship, thread by thread, until it became a part of you so intrinsic that you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

And everyone in your friend group knew.

They knew from the way your eyes always darted to the door whenever he walked in, lighting up the second you saw him.

From the way your laugh was a little louder, your smile a little brighter, whenever he was around. They teased you endlessly, whispering Dominic’s name in sing-song voices and nudging you whenever he so much as looked in your direction.

The problem? Dominic didn’t know.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him—subtly, at first. You wore the necklace he’d given you for your birthday nearly every day, a constant reminder of how much he meant to you.

You laughed a little too hard at his terrible jokes, no matter how bad they were, and you always made excuses to hang out with him—helping him move, joining him on errands, staying up late to listen to him rant about his day.

But Dominic? He was oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly clueless.

For someone who was so quick to pick up on everyone else’s emotions, he was blind when it came to you.

Not once had he seemed to notice the way your breath hitched when he hugged you, or how your gaze lingered on him just a little too long.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Every unspoken feeling sat heavy in your chest, pressing against your ribs like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to keep anymore.

Sometimes, late at night, you’d let yourself wonder—what would it take for him to see you? Not as his best friend, his confidant, his go-to for advice, but as someone who loved him so completely it terrified you.

But no matter how much you hoped, you couldn’t make him see.

And with every moment that passed, the fear grew louder in your mind: that he never would.

When Ryan came into your life, it felt like a lifeline, a much-needed opportunity to breathe again.

You met him at a local bookstore one rainy afternoon. You’d been browsing the shelves for something new to read, trying to distract yourself from the ever-present ache in your chest—Dominic.

Your fingers had just landed on the spine of a novel when another hand brushed yours.

“Oh, sorry!” you’d both said at the same time, pulling back with awkward smiles.

Ryan had laughed first, the sound warm and disarming. “Looks like we’ve got similar taste. That’s a great book, by the way.”

Something about his easy demeanor and genuine smile drew you in. He didn’t look at you like you were carrying the weight of unspoken feelings or hiding a heart that had been quietly breaking for years. He saw you, simply, without complication.

From that moment, conversations with Ryan came naturally. He was sweet and attentive, always listening when you spoke, always showing up in small, thoughtful ways.

He also remembered the way you took your coffee, text you funny memes when he knew you were having a rough day, and even surprise you with your favorite snacks when he visited.

It felt like a balm to your bruised heart.

Being around Ryan didn’t come with the endless cycle of yearning and disappointment that came with Dominic.

With Ryan, there were no stolen glances you hoped he’d notice, no nights spent overanalyzing every word, wondering if he’d finally understood how you felt. Ryan’s affection was clear and uncomplicated—no guessing games, no pain.

When he asked you out after a few weeks of casual meetups, you hesitated at first. Not because you didn’t like him—you did.

But a small, stubborn part of you still clung to Dominic, still whispered, What if he realizes he loves you back?

But how long could you keep waiting for something that might never happen? How much more could you take of loving someone who couldn’t see you the way you saw them?

So, when Ryan asked, you said yes. Maybe it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream and focus on someone who wanted you, who made their feelings clear.

Dating Ryan was easy, like slipping into a routine that fit. He’d call just to hear your voice, plan dates that felt tailored to your interests, and never left you doubting how he felt.

You’d go to the movies, share quiet dinners, and laugh over inside jokes that only the two of you understood. He made an effort to learn about you—the way you secretly loved cheesy holiday movies, how you always ordered the same thing at your favorite diner but liked to pretend you were considering something new.

For a while, you thought this might be what moving on felt like. Comfortable. Simple.

And yet, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you’d catch yourself thinking about Dominic.

It wasn’t fair to Ryan, you knew that.

But sometimes, when Ryan laughed, it wasn’t quite the same as Dominic’s laugh, the one that made your heart skip.

And sometimes, when he held your hand, it wasn’t quite as grounding as the way Dominic’s shoulder had felt pressed against yours during late-night talks.

Still, you told yourself that this was what you needed: a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to let go of a love that had only ever hurt.

So, you gave it a shot, and brought Ryan into your friend group one evening.

The first time Dominic saw him, something shifted.

Dominic was unusually quiet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something you couldn’t quite place. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze lingered just a second too long, his jaw tight.

When Ryan cracked a joke and made you laugh, Dominic’s jaw tightened. When Ryan casually draped an arm around your shoulder, Dominic’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, Sarah pulled you aside with a knowing look. “So… does Dom know about Ryan?”

“There’s nothing to know,” you replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And the way he’s glaring daggers at Ryan right now? Totally normal behavior for a best friend.”

You glanced across the room, catching Dominic looking your way before he quickly averted his eyes.

“He’s just being protective. It’s not that deep. It never was,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as Sarah.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that,” Sarah said, smirking.

By the third time you brought Ryan around, Dominic’s jealousy was like a storm cloud hovering over every interaction, impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t just the biting sarcasm—though his sharp, offhand remarks had become an almost constant presence—or the subtle digs he let slip whenever Ryan spoke, disguised as humor but cutting just a little too deep.

It was in the way he carried himself, his entire demeanor shifting whenever Ryan was near.

Dominic, usually so laid-back and effortlessly charming, grew stiff and tense.

He’d find reasons to disappear into the corners of the room, pretending to scroll through his phone or busy himself with a drink, but his eyes always betrayed him.

They’d flicker over to you and Ryan, the look in them almost unreadable—frustration? Hurt? Something darker? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just jealousy; it was possession disguised as indifference, pain buried under anger.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, the kind of thing that hung in the air and made every conversation feel stilted. Dominic’s comments became sharper, his jabs less subtle.

“Yo, Ryan,” he said one night, interrupting a lighthearted story your boyfriend was telling about a work trip. “Tell us again about that thing you do—what was it? Selling insurance or whatever?”

Ryan laughed awkwardly, clearly taken aback. “It’s not insurance—it’s consulting.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the arm of the couch, drink in hand. “Right, right. Consulting. Super thrilling stuff, huh?”

You shot Dominic a glare, your jaw tightening. “Dom, knock it off.”

“What?” he said, all mock innocence, though there was an edge to his voice. “I’m just trying to keep up. Don’t want to miss the riveting tales of middle management.”

Ryan shrugged, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay polite. “Not everyone can be a rockstar, man.”

Dominic’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope, I guess not.”

The moment passed, but the damage was done. Ryan excused himself to the kitchen, and you followed shortly after, seething.

When you finally caught Dominic alone later, the frustration boiled over.

He was standing by the counter, silently fuming as he glared at a can of soda like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, you were sure it was painful.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal?” you asked, crossing your arms, your voice more brittle than you intended.

Dominic didn’t even look at you, his hand still frozen over the can. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “Ever since I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic scoffed, the sound bitter. He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with an edge to his eyes. “Weird? I’m not the one dragging my boyfriend to every fucking hangout, am I?”

The words hit you like a slap. You felt your stomach twist, a wave of heat rising to your cheeks, but you couldn’t back down now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned his back on you, the movement sharp and dismissive. “Forget it,” he muttered, voice low and tight.

“No,” you said, stepping closer, your breath catching. “I’m not letting this go. Why do you care so much?”

Dominic froze, his body tense, shoulders stiff as though you had touched a raw nerve. He didn’t look at you right away, as though he was debating whether or not to say it.

When he did speak, his voice was quieter, almost too soft for how much it cut through the space between you.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him, okay? The dude’s a fucking loser.”

The words pierced you, more than you expected. You took a step back, but the ache in your chest didn’t go away. “That’s not your call to make, Dominic. You’re just being a dick for no reason.”

Dominic’s eyes flashed then—dark, almost desperate as he turned to face you. “Maybe it’s not, but it’s hard to watch you settle for someone who doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t know you hate rom-coms or that you cry every time you hear ‘Here Comes the Sun.’” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, but he quickly masked it with a frustrated shake of his head. “He doesn’t know shit about you. He doesn’t know he spilled his drink on your favorite sweater— He fucking chews with his mouth open. You hate that. I don’t know how you can be with someone like him.”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the weight of his confession. Your breath caught in your throat. “Dominic…”

But he cut you off before you could say anything else, his words sharp with frustration. “Just… forget it. Whatever,” he snapped, pushing past you to exit the kitchen, leaving a lingering silence in his wake.

You stood there, frozen, heart hammering in your chest, everything he had said hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.

You were torn—staring after him, desperately wanting to chase him down, to ask him what the hell all of this meant, but a part of you feared that if you asked, the answer would break you even more than the silence already had.

Maybe you had been pretending, too.

Pretending you didn’t feel the weight of his words.

Pretending you didn’t feel like the whole damn world was shifting under your feet as Dominic kept slipping further out of your reach.

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

But one thing was certain—you couldn’t keep pretending either. Not when Dominic’s jealousy, his care for you, was so raw, so real.

And with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, confused and frustrated.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Dominic’s words echoed in your mind.

"You deserve someone who knows you."

You’d heard those words before, maybe not in that exact phrasing, but the sentiment was familiar.

Friends, family—even your own thoughts at times—had gently hinted that you deserved more than what you were settling for.

But hearing it from Dominic, the one person you’d quietly longed for, struck a different chord entirely.

Did he really care about you like that? Or was this just Dominic being his usual overprotective self, always swooping in to play the knight when he thought you needed saving?

Your thoughts drifted to Ryan, the guy who had walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. Ryan was... easy. He made sense. He was sweet, kind, and always seemed to know the right thing to say.

He didn’t keep you guessing or leave you wondering where you stood.

With Ryan, everything was surface-level simple—polite dates, casual laughs, and the kind of affection that felt like wearing a sweater on a chilly day. Comfortable. Familiar.

But sometimes, it felt like he was reading from a script, saying the right things because they were expected, not because they carried weight.

And then there was Dominic.

Dominic was chaos wrapped in charm. With him, nothing was simple. He could make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he could infuriate you in the same breath. He wasn’t predictable or easy to pin down, but he felt more. Every word, every look, every touch carried an unspoken intensity.

Where Ryan gave you a steady, quiet affection, Dominic made you feel like the world was alive, like you were alive. And yet, being with him wasn’t easy—it never had been.

Dominic didn’t offer you the calm waters Ryan did; he was a storm, wild and untamed, pulling you under with every wave of emotion.

The difference wasn’t lost on you. Ryan loved the idea of you—the girl who smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, and looked good in a photo together.

But Dominic?

He loved the parts of you no one else paid attention to, the parts you didn’t even realize someone could love.

He knew you hated the smell of Bath and Body Works candles, no matter how trendy they were. He knew you always left the last sip of coffee in your mug because you couldn’t stand the cold, bitter dregs. He knew you cried when you watched the sunrise, not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded you of things you’d lost.

Ryan didn’t know those things, and you weren’t sure he ever would.

Turning over, you clutched your pillow tighter, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why did Dominic have to say that? Why couldn’t he just let you be happy?

You had spent years chasing after him, dropping hints he never noticed, loving him in silence while he dated other people, oblivious to what was right in front of him.

And now, just when you were finally trying to let go, to move on, he had to say things like that—things that cracked your resolve and left you wondering.

You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Dominic, standing in the kitchen, the look in his eyes when he said, "You deserve better."

What did he mean by that? Did he mean better than Ryan? Or better than him? Did he even realize how much his words had shaken you, how they’d made you question everything?

You didn’t have answers, but one thing was clear: no matter how hard you tried, moving on from Dominic wasn’t going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

2 AM, who do you love?

The question kept you awake, and the answer made your heart ache.

The knock on your door the next day startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all Dominic, who stood on your doorstep looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you replied cautiously.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside.

He hesitated, glancing at the floor before meeting your eyes. “I need to say something. And I need you to let me finish, okay?”

“Okay…” you said, your heart pounding.

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I like you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you.”

Dominic's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Words couldn’t even begin to form in your mouth. All you could do was just stand there, and pray that he starts talking again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he repeated, his voice cracking just slightly. “And I know—I know I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner. I’ve probably ruined everything by waiting, but I couldn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you… Not like this.”

You stood frozen, your mind struggling to catch up with his confession. “Dom…”

He shook his head, stepping forward but not too close. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve been so scared that if I told you, and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you as my best friend. And then I saw Ryan, and it hit me—I was already losing you.”

It almost seemed as if he was tearing up— His eyes, welling with tears, but refusing to let them fall.

Your throat tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose, and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t drive me insane seeing you with someone else. I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words echoing in your mind. This was Dominic—your Dominic.

The one you had loved for as long as you could remember.

And he loved you too.

“You’re not a coward, Dominic,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His brow furrowed, his gaze searching yours. “What?”

“You’re not a coward…” you repeated, stepping closer. “I’ve been in love with you too, Dom. For years.”

His eyes widened, the weight of your confession visibly hitting him. “You… what?”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your cheeks.

“Everyone knew, except for you. I’ve been dropping hints forever… And you never got the memo. I thought you didn’t feel the same, so I gave up trying. I tried so hard, it was eating me alive. That’s why I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic blinked, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you idiot,” you said. “Why do you think I wear this necklace every day? Why I always made excuses to see you? Why I always wear the perfume you told me you loved?”

Dominic’s face softened, a sheer look of something between relief and sadness. ““I feel so stupid. I’m sorry, I never realized.”

You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, anymore. Now, you know.”

The tension in his shoulders melted, and a soft smile forming on his lips. “So, all this time… we were both just too scared to say anything?”

“Basically,” you said, grinning too.

He let out a breath, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth of him. “I can’t believe this.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You’re kind of slow, you know that?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in what felt like days. “Yeah, well, you’re kind of impossible to read.”

Before you could respond, he reached up, cupping your face gently. “Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me this, us, is real.”

“It’s real, Dom,” you said, your voice soft but certain.

And then his lips were on yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But when you kissed him back, all the hesitation disappeared.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and it felt like every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning was pouring out in that kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dominic rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“So, what happens now?” he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I don’t know. I have no clue. But, I guess we figure it out. Together.”

A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish. “I like the sound of that.”

And for the first time in years, you felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

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