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runninriot · 10 months ago

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Inspired by the prompt Love is saying "I love you" even when you're scared by @quinns-shadowy-arts for @steddielovemonth day 20

Give and Take

wc: 1737 | rated: t | cw: mentions of drinking and smoking weed | tags: Hurt Feelings (past), Fear of Rejection, Eddie realises he has a crush on Steve, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers

Eddie is just about to leave when Wayne calls after him. Tells him not to stay out too late and to say Hi to Steve. And then he ends how he always does, never lets Eddie go without:

„Love ya, son."

Eddie smiles, gives his uncle an affirming nod before making his way out of the door.

He's heard it so many times now, these words his uncle says so easily, and he wished he could do the same.

It's something Eddie struggles with a lot; telling people he loves them is generally scary as shit.

Because in his experience, to love means to hurt because loving always comes with a price, a piece of your heart you give away with no chance of getting it back.

He’s given away too many of those.

Gave a piece to his mother when he was six. Proudly holding up the card his teacher helped him write for mother’s day. “I love you, mommy” it said on the heart-shaped paper and Eddie smiled, toothless and wide. Got a dead-eyed glare in return when she threw it on top of a pile of unopened letters. Not saying a word, not even acknowledging his extra neat hand-writing or the colourful flowers he’d drawn on the back.

He gave one piece to Jenny in grade 6. The girl with the blue eyes and rosy cheeks who was always so nice to him. One day after school she took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Eddie felt like flying, told her he liked her a lot, thinking she might feel the same. But Jenny just scrunched her nose, pure disgust written on her face when she told him “Eww, no. It was just a dare.”

He lost a large piece in high school, gave it to Nick. The pretty boy with the seductive smile who dragged him behind the bleachers and stuck his tongue down Eddie’s throat. The kiss was too wet and too sloppy but Eddie thought maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Let Nick push him to his knees and willingly opened up wide. Not once, not twice, it went on for a month. And Eddie felt wanted but apparently wanted too much when he asked him to be his boyfriend.

Eddie learned to keep his mouth shut. To keep the remaining pieces to himself.

-🖤-

Steve is already waiting in his car that’s parked outside the Munson’s home, waving happily when he sees Eddie step outside.

They’ve made plans to spend the evening at Lover’s Lake, have a couple of beers and maybe a smoke while watching the sunset.

They do that often, just hanging out together. Enjoying the long summer days and each other’s company.

It’s always nice to spend time with Steve because with him Eddie never has the feeling he needs to tone himself down. Can ramble and rant, can be as loud and impulsive as he naturally is without having to worry about scaring him off. Steve never makes him feel bad about himself, accepts Eddie as he is.

Being with Steve always feels right.

They get along. They’re friends now. And the more time Eddie spends with Steve, the more he understands him, sees him.

He’s vulnerable, like Eddie. Has had his fair share of people misjudging him based on what they see on the outside. Where people assume Eddie is scary and mean, they think of Steve as being strong but dumb. Where they think Eddie’s only interests are metal and nerd games, they think Steve’s life revolves around nothing but sports and girls.

But Eddie knows better. Knows all of Steve’s layers.

Sure, Steve does love his silly ball games (something Eddie will never understand) but he also loves to cook and bake. He hates the taste of ginger and is afraid of moths. He can’t sleep with his back turned to the door and he likes the sound of heavy rain pounding against the window. He hates to read but he loves to listen if someone takes the time to read to him.

Eddie cherishes Steve’s honesty. The way he’s not afraid to ask questions if he doesn’t understand something. The way he’ll tell you, straight forward, when you’re being unreasonable.

Eddie likes the way his eyes sparkle when he’s happy. Likes the way Steve snorts when he laughs really hard. Eddie likes the snappy tone he uses when someone (usually Dustin) gets on his nerves. He likes Steve's fierceness, and his courage, and how much he cares.

Liking Steve is easy because he’s a genuinely nice guy with a big heart who never lets his friends down and always gives so much.

Eddie feels lucky to have him in his life, would give everything to keep him there.

-🖤-

They are lying side by side on a blanket, their minds comfortably buzzed from the joint they shared, while the sun sets over Lover’s Lake, painting their bodies in a dark orange hue. A gentle breeze caresses their exposed skin, just a warm touch of air drifting over their sun warmed bodies.

It’s quiet out here, now that most of the people that came to enjoy a day at the lake have already gone home.

Eddie thoughtlessly turns his head to look at Steve who is lying there with his eyes closed, basking in the tranquillity of the moment. Calm and content, so still and at peace. So different from his usual demeanour – always alert, always a little tense, always ready to step in if someone requires his help.

He's... beautiful like that.

And suddenly it is like something snaps in Eddie's brain.

He can’t tear his eyes away, lets them wander over Steve’s soft features and the expanse of his body. Wonders, foolishly, what Steve’s skin would feel like underneath his fingertips, what it would be like to hold him, maybe even get a taste of his lips.

Oh no. Oh fuck.

Something in his gut coils and twists, ripples through him like an electric shock wave when the realisation hits.

It was inevitable, really, and maybe deep down he already knew for much longer than he’d ever admit.

It’s a bitter truth to accept but the confession comes easy now that he allows his heart to speak.

He’s in love with Steve.

Can’t have him, clearly. But that’s just how it is. That’s always how it is.

Eddie turns his head back, eyes pinched close in frustration as he tries to breathe through the stinging pain in his chest. His heart pumps so fast it makes him dizzy, makes him feel a little like spinning on a carousel that’s going too fast.

SHIT! Eddie thinks or did he said it out loud? Because Steve startles beside him and Eddie can feel him ruffling at their shared blanket when he moves.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?”

Eddie looks back at Steve who’s suddenly so much closer than he was before – brows pinched together in question, with small worry lines showing on his forehead, his face hovering over Eddie’s.

“I just realised something,” Eddie answers too honest, doesn’t know where to go from here but he can’t find it in him to lie.

“Oh,” Steve breathes out, his expression softening as the seconds pass. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Uh, I- no. I’d rather not.”

The look Steve gives him shouldn’t sent him spiralling even more but goddamn does he look cute with that stupid smirk tugging at his lips.

Eddie wants to bite him, feels a deep red blush take hold of his face. Maybe he can put it off as a sun burn?

“Who knew that the great Eddie Munson could be so timid?” Steve jokes and okay.

So much for trying to play it cool.

“I’m not-“ Eddie takes a deep breath, “It’s just something I can’t tell you.”

Steve sits up and without being prompted, Eddie does the same. For a moment they just look at each other.

“You know you can tell me everything.”

If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d think there’s something like disappointment ringing in Steve’s voice.

“Yeah, hah, uh- not this, I guess.”

Eddie looks away, can’t hold Steve’s gaze. Nervously he starts to play with the rings on his fingers until a warm hand stops him, causing him to look back up.

“Try me.” Steve’s voice is soft and Eddie knows he can trust him but-

No.

He can’t. This isn’t worth losing him over. Eddie knows how this is going to go. He can’t give anymore pieces away.

“I-“

Only now Eddie realises Steve’s hand is still resting on his own, his thumb gently rubbing circles over the back of it.

Steve has never touched him like this before, so tender it almost doesn’t feel real.

“I like you a lot, Steve.” The words sputter out before he can even try to hold them back.

Eddie winces, tries to avert his gaze but before he can turn his head to the side there’s a hand on his cheek and a firm press of lips on his mouth and-

Eddie can taste weed, and beer, and the chips they shared. Steve’s breath is hot as he sighs into the kiss, his lips are plush and soft... they’re so fucking soft Eddie feels like sinking right into them.

He allows his eyes to flutter close as he deepens the kiss, wants more of the taste, more of Steve. His hands find their way to Steve’s hips, digging and pulling like he just can’t help himself, needs Steve closer.

They part when their startled laughter breaks the tension as Steve tumbles ungraciously on top of Eddie, looking down at him with glistening eyes.

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie feels giddy, breathless.

“Yeah. Fuck.” Now it is Steve’s turn to blush.

Somehow their lips find their way back to each other, like it’s easy. And maybe it is.

Maybe it is easy because they both want it.

“Want you, Eddie. Wanted you for so long but I was scared to tell you that I-“ Steve inhales shakily.

Maybe they both feel the same?

“I love you, Steve.”

This isn’t just a piece. This is his whole heart he holds it out for Steve to take, hoping that this time, he’ll maybe get something in return.

Eddie holds his breath, feels cold sweat running down his spine as he waits for a rejection that never comes.

“I love you, Eddie.”

#steddielovemonth #love is...#day 20 #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic

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theblogformydeluluself · 4 months ago

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Bittersweet Butterbeer ~ M.R.

Summary: You meet an old friend with her best friend at three broomsticks and they ask you about the slytherin boys, so your friends, because her bestfriend has a huge crush on Mattheo. Little do they know, he's you're boyfriend.

Warning: Englisch is NOT my first Language, so I'm sorry for any misspellings, shitty grammar or bad wording.

Other information: female reader, use of Y/N, slytherin reader

Word Count: 1.2 k

Song recommendation: Back to december (Taylor's Version) ~ Taylor Swift

Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated ♡

Today me and an old friend are gonna meet at the Three Broomsticks. We grew up in the same village but started to grew apart after I got accepted at Hogwarts and she got into Beauxbatons.

But since it's the Triwizard Tournament, she is at Hogwarts and asked if we wanted to meet.

I was very happy that she invited me, so of course I accepted. She wants to meet in half an hour, so I put my shoes on and leave my room and seconds later also the common room.

»Y/N wait!« I hear someone call, so I turn around. Nott stops in front of me, quite out of breath.

»Are you going to Hogsmeade?« »Yes.« I answer simply. »Would you like to have some company?« »It would be a pleasure.« I say in a joking voice, and Theo just laughs before putting an arm around my shoulder.

•••°°◇°°•••

»There you go madame.« he says as he opens the door for me. »Thanks Teddy.« I giggle before entering the Three Broomsticks.

I look around and recognize my friend at one of the corner tables. She hasn't changed a bit and she also doesn't seem to be alone.

»Hey Stacy.« I greet her the second I arrive at the table. Two faces turn to me in super speed.

»Y/N, hi! I'm so happy to see you and WOW you look so different! « She gives me in a small hug after she stood up.

»Well I mean it's been a while since we last met so…« »Yeah, right, right. Come sit down. And yeah, this is Lucilla by the way.« she points at the other girl that's sitting at the table.

»Oh, you can call me Lucy of course.« she says with such a fake smile and voice, that I just want to get up and leave.

»Did you guys ordered something or were you waiting for me?« »Oh, we arrived just a few minutes ago, so there wasn't even the possibility to order something.«

»Okay, so three butterbeers then?« I ask but i was not really expecting an answer.

»Eww, no. Why would I drink something like that? It's too many calories. Don't you have anything healthier here?« Lucilla interrupts my walk to the counter.

I slowly turn around and take a deep breath »Well, I can ask if they have something more healthy but it is a specialty that you usually drink when you are at hogsmeade.« I guess my smile now is as fake as hers was a few moments ago, but I don't really care.

I thought it would be a nice reunion of old friends, but instead I have to deal with a snake. I mean I should be used to it, in my common room I'm surrounded by snakes, even my best friends are snakes but they are harmless in comparison to her. If she would get sorted into a house, she would open up a new one just for the shittiest of them all.

•••°°◇°°•••

I thought this reunion couldn't get any worse, but unfortunately I was wrong.

It seems that these girls just invited me, because they wanted to know more about my friends and not to know what's been going on in my life lately.

At first I was disappointed but at second thought I'm glad, because now I don't really want to be friends with her anymore. Also it's quite amusing how obsessed Lucilla is with Mattheo.

Every second sentence she asks something about him. Like »What's his favourite colour?« or »What is he doing after class ends?«.

I thought about telling random shit, just to start some dumb rumours, but I decided against it.

»Do you know his friends?« she asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts. »Well I think so.« I slightly chuckle about my answer, but I don't think they understand it. Understand how dumb this question was.

Everyone at hogwarts knows that I am a part of this friendgroup, that I am one of the cool kids. I mean, I am part of this friendgroup since it exists. But they won't know it because they don't go to hogwarts.

»So you know Lorenzo?« »Yes.« »And Theodore?« »Yeah.« »Draco and Blaise?« »Yes, also them.«

»Did you hear that Stace, she knows them all.« I hear a sort of disbelief in her voice but I decide to don't care because I know I'm not lying.

»And did you know, that Pansy and Mattheo are together?« »Oh, they are together?« I ask half confused and half amused. »Hah! Knew it. You ain't friends with them. A friend would know something like that. I mean as if someone like Mattheo would willingly be around someone like you.«

»Luce, Luce.« interrupts Stacy, Lucillas offensive speech. »He just came through the door.« »Who?« »Mattheo.« »Really? Do I look good?«

Lucilla strokes her hair several times and touches up her lip gloss. And I'm just thinking about the fact that even the best make-up couldn't do anything against her ugly character.

»Oh my God, he's coming right at us. He is getting closer and closer. I knew that he just couldn't resist me. I mean, look at myself, I'm pretty, blonde-« »And so modest,« I add, because I just can't keep my mouth shut anymore.

Lucilla gives me a dirty look before turning her attention back behind me.

»Hello, my love.« I hear him and lean my head back to get my kiss. He leans over me and gently presses his lips to mine.

Without me being able to control it, my body relaxes and my inner restlessness fades.

»Aren't you going to introduce me to the two ladies?« »Oh, I'm-« »Actually, I wasn't planning to, no.«

I stand up and take my jacket from the back of the chair. »I'd like to say that the meeting was really nice and we should do it again, but that would be a lie. It would have been nice not to see you, hopefully we won't bump into each other again.«

I turn my back on the two of them and hook up with Mattheo. »Matty, thank you for picking me up. Love you.« »You know I love you more don't you?« »Yes, I know that. But I love it when you admit it.«

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nahalism · 3 months ago

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the same thing goes for people who weaponise their silence to 'win' arguments or come across as the 'least problematic'/'more mature' party during heated discussions. like.. eww ... dont let these weirdos try and get that shit off on you. people who care to understand you will do their best to communicate fairly and earnestly. they will go through uncomfortable conversations and when necessary leave their comfort zone to be heard and hear you out. not stonewall you with smug silence or turn victim once theyre out of rebuttals. that shit is a mind game to make the person they know theyre taking the piss with doubt themselves, and feel loud and irrational — it acc boils my blood when i see this happening. especially when it comes to people of colour who get villainised for speaking their minds passionately (without regard for code switching). dont get it fucked up, ur passion is power, not an urge to be repressed. dont let the fear of being called scary stop u from being heard

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imaricyeah12 · 23 days ago

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Kasane Teto, but what if she recieved a Vocaloid voicebank too?

I kinda uh liked how it turned out at first but then looking at after a while it looks.. really garbage ngl. I thought I cooked doing the colours and rendering but eww..

Anyways huge chunk of rambling under the cut

So we're aware that Teto, an Utauloid, now has a Synth V voicebank, right?

I like to think like.. yknow how Teto wanted to be a Vocaloid, like on par with Miku? But she was taking small steps and started out as an amateur Utau instead? Well looks like everything changed when Teto became a Synth V. It seems as if she ended up achieving more than what she dreamed. She ended up in one of the most phenomenal vocal Synth engine ever, with diamond clear voice, beautiful design and interesting outfit.

So like by now i think her initial dream of being a Vocaloid slowly faded away, more than satisfied with what she got.

Now.. what if now Vocaloid decided "hey we gotta recruit her into Vocaloid too she's actually really good and she's like.. in one of the most powerful vocal engines!! Wasn't being a Vocaloid her dream at one point?"

So they kinda convinced Teto to join Vocaloid. Kinda hesitant and nervous at first tho.

All-over-the-place Design rambling:

Notice how Teto looks like she's trying so hard to look good enough to join Vocaloid? With an outfit almost similar to the Vocaloid ones (ie like Hatsune Miku's)? Awh look at her with her big dreams..

But this can't go on forever, yeah? Do you think she felt more and more hopeless about her dream coming true?

Then guess what?

BAM, here comes Synthesizer V!! Look, she looks much more mature now, with a new outfit that looks more seperate to her initial vocaloid-rip-off outfit. Look at her she looks so proud and she knows she achieved far more than she dreamed.

I like to imagine that at this point she completely moved on from her dream of being a Vocaloid. Then.. imagine, suddenly she got an invitation to be a Vocaloid?

Now for my fan design I used a design similar to the SV one bcs I feel like she moved on from Vocaloid, therefore naturally she'd not rly revert back to wearing an outfit similar to yknow the Utau one (bad memories when she used to try so hard to please Vocaloid out of all things. You can notice the Utau outfit looked like the typical Vocaloid outfit like the one Miku worn). So yeah she'd wear something that looks nothing like her first outfit. Oh and uh the design almost looks like an knight or military or officer-esque uniform bcs i think it could represent how she could've gotten more tougher and mature n stuff. So uh yeah

This makes obv no sense I just tried to get my ideas out. Ahh I hope it's atleast comprehendible enough.

Pls give ideas to improve this piece they're def welcome i hate the way this looks ngl

#kasane teto #fan design #fanart #imaric's arts

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mastermindmiko · 1 year ago

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Blue Butterflies (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4758

Warnings: shitty parents and I think nothing else, but let me know

Part two and my masterlist

It all started when she was six. She had something wrong, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Halfway through her mother’s screams, she’d decided she’d had enough and ran out of the house. She didn’t run away far enough for her to get lost, but enough that her mother’s shouts were far.

She leaned against a brick wall and started sobbing. She didn’t notice that her sobs had startled someone living in the house that she was leaning on. She opened her eyes to brush away her tears when a blue butterfly caught her eye.

Her sobs stopped and her eyes widened at the beautiful creature. She was staring at it, intensely, watching its wings flutter and move around. It landed on a tree and stayed there. She was entranced by the butterfly, blue was her favourite colour after all. “Oi, Y/N!”

She didn’t recognise the voice, but she recognised that it came from the sky. She looked up and saw a boy gazing down at her from her window. She didn’t recognise him, so she furrowed her eyebrows and fumbled with her fingers while saying, “My mom says I shouldn’t talk to strangers!”

She was just about to leave when he replied with, “I’m not a stranger Y/N, we go to the same school.” She didn’t recognise him, so she continued walking away. “You’re in the same class as Dudley!” He exclaimed.

She looked around and noticed that this was in fact Dudley’s house and she looked back up at the boy, he didn’t look like Dudley at all. “Dudley never mentioned that he had a brother.” She says, and the boy sticks his tongue out in disgust, “Eww, I’m not Dudley’s brother, I’m his cousin!”

“Can you come down? My neck’s getting tired from looking up.” She says, and the boy doesn’t reply. He headed back inside the room, and a few seconds later, the front porch door swung open, and the boy came running out. She couldn’t hear Dudley’s mother shouting, and she thought that maybe it’s ‘International Mother shouting day’.

He came running towards her with his messy hair bouncing with each step he took. He smiled at her brightly, and he waved his hand. She repeated his action with much less enthusiasm. “Were you crying?” He asks, and she scrunches her face as she nods her head.

“What happened?” the boy asked, and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember what I did, but mom was very angry.” she sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears again. The boy looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but he pressed, “You have to know what you did, just think!”

“I don’t remember…” she repeats, and he says, “You didn’t even try to remember.” He pouted and she sniffled again. She tried to think, and the last thing she could remember was her watching a cartoon then the sound of glass shattering. She clapped her hands, joyfully as the memory got clearer inside her head.

“Oh, oh, I remember! I was watching this really funny cartoon about a cat and a mouse, and it was so funny that my stomach hurt, but then the flower vase popped, and it made a biggg mess. Mom kept saying that I knocked it over, but I didn’t.” She explains, her excitement deflating to sadness.

“Don’t worry, I believe you! The same thing happens to me sometimes.” He reassures her with a bright smile. She looks at her excitedly, “You make vases pop too?”

“Well, not exactly, but almost.” He says, and she exclaims, “That’s good enough for me! Let's be friends!” his face brightens and he holds his hand out for her to shake, but she ignores it and pulls him in for a hug.

He stands, not knowing what to do, and he chuckles nervously. She doesn’t notice, but after a few seconds she releases him from her embrace. He smiles, and says, “You’re as nice as Dudley says you are.”

She frowns at the mention of Dudley and says, “I don’t like Dudley very much, he looks at me weird and keeps trying to give me flowers, but the ugly ones.”

“I thought girls liked all kinds of flowers.” He says, puzzled. She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, but I only like forget-me-nots.”

“What are those?” He asks, and she clasps her hands together, and she sighs answers, dreamily, “They’re the prettiest blue flowers to have ever existed.”

“What flowers does Dudley get you?” He asks, curiously. She grimaces and pokes her tongue out to say, “He gets me roses.”

“What’s wrong with roses?” He asks, and she grabs his hand to lead him back near the tree where she was crying, while replying, “They’re not forget-me-nots.”

“Look!” She points to the butterfly that’s still sitting where she last saw it. She stands with her mouth wide open as she looks up at it. “It’s blue.” Harry comments, “You really like blue.”

“Like?! I Love blue.” She exclaims, “Mom says that the school where I’m going when I grow up has lots of blue.” She twirls around, remembering the cute blue skirts that her mother told her about.

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother shouts from inside the house, and Harry jumps, startled. “I better go now.” He says, frowning. She mirrors his expression as he starts to walk back inside the house. He walks with his head to the ground, sadly.

“You didn't tell me what your name is!” She shouts even though he’s far enough to hear her say it either way. He spins around to also shout, “It’s Harry.”

“Potter!”

This time the shout is angrier and even Y/N is frightened. She’s quick to run towards Harry and push him near the front door quickly. “Bye, new friend Harry.”

***

Harry and Y/N met up almost everyday for the coming years. They shared their thoughts and secrets no matter how big or small. Harry told her how horribly the Dursleys treated him, and she always asked him if he wanted her to punch Dudley in the face. He, however, said he was grateful for the chores they asked him to do because without them ordering him to clean Dudley’s room, he never would’ve met her.

Y/N was very sad that Harry wasn’t going to Beauxbatons with her. When she turned eleven and received her acceptance letter, she then realised that she was a witch. Her dad was a wizard, but her mother wasn’t. Her mother demanded that she be raised in a normal childhood until she was going to go to the school that her father went to.

She was a witch and as soon as she found out, she wanted to go and tell Harry, but her father told her that having magic is a secret and that she can’t tell anyone unless she is absolutely sure that they are either a witch or wizard. What saddened her is that she didn’t know if Harry was a wizard or not, so she couldn’t tell him.

So instead she settled on telling him this, “I’m going to a boarding school this fall.” They were lying on the ground in the Dursley’s backyard. She kept playing with the grass between her fingertips, and she started into the sky.

“A boarding school?” Harry asked, “You mean the ones where you stay there all year.” She nods and Harry’s frown deepens. He sits up and looks at her, “But I’m going to be all alone without you.”

“You’ll still have Dudley to annoy.” She says, unconvincingly. He sighs sadly, “Even he’s going to boarding school.”

She sits up too, and she grabs his hands in his, “Then you must be too, and you’ll make a lot of friends there!” He shakes his head, and replies, “No…I didn’t get any acceptance letter or email or anything.”

Y/N hugs Harry, and he hugs her back tightly. He’s grown used to and fond of her hugs by now. She was his favourite person, and the only person he cares about, and she was leaving. She was the kindest person ever, and the other girls in pre-school aren’t like her. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a friend, an awful thought enters his head, he expresses, “You’re going to forget me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I forget you?” She pulls back and frowns at him. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the ground, plucking some of the grass into his hands, “You’ll make new friends.”

“I sure hope I do, but none of them will be you.” She says with a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly. He shakes his head and puts his head in his hands, unconvinced. “I’m serious, Harry! You’ll forever be my best friend.”

He groans still looking up at her, and then a conversation with her mother enters her head. She tilts her head at the idea, not understanding why not. She says, “Harry…”

He removes his head from his hands and looks at her. She quickly leans to press a kiss on his lips, a quick peck. When she leans back, Harry’s eyes are wide. He stands up quickly and points at her accusingly. She tilts her head, in confusion.

“You just kissed me!” Harry screams, and Dudley’s head pops out from his window at the sound. He surveys the garden and shouts, “You kissed my girlfriend!”

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Y/N seethed at Dudley then he disappeared back in his room, calling out for his mother. She looked back at Harry who was still paralyzed in his place with his mouth agape. He screamed once more, “Why did you kiss me?!”

“So I’ll never forget you!” She replied as if it was obvious. Harry stomps one foot on the ground and his cheeks flush, “What does that have to do with anything?”

She started to feel confused, why else would she kiss him? Her mom had said in her story that you kiss someone to make sure that you’ll never forget them, right? Why was he acting that way? “But mom said-”

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother screeched as she came marching into the garden with Dudley wobbling behind her. She has her boney finger pointed towards Harry and he rolls his eyes and folds his arms. Y/N got to watch Harry’s personality evolve through the years to being the boy who stands up for himself.

“Why did you kiss Dudley’s girlfriend?” She seethes at him, and he sighs, frustrated by her actions, “She’s not his girlfriend.” A few seconds later, Dudley’s dad comes stomping into the garden, looking angry.

“What’s all this fuss about, Petunia? I was in the middle of my breakfast!” He exclaims, and Y/N’s confused seeing as it’s noon. Harry mouths, ‘second breakfast’. Her mouth forms into an ‘O’ in understanding. “The boy’s kissed Dudley’s girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend and not his friend either.” Y/N shouted to stop the bickering. Dudley’s parents look at eachother confused and they then look at Dudley who is a shade of pink that matches a pig. “Aren’t you Y/N?” Dudley’s mother asks.

She nods her head, and Dudley’s dad looks at him and asks, “Then where have the flowers that I’ve been buying gone?” Dudley’s eyes widen and he points at Y/N and he shouts, “I’ve been giving them to her.”

“Even though I’ve told you to stop!” Y/N counters back. For the first time in Dudley’s life, he receives a stern look from his father. Harry looks surprised and very pleased. Dudley notices Harry’s expression and he folds his arms, “I think we should focus on the fact that Harry is friends with Y/N when I like her!”

That shifts Dudley’s parents' attention to Harry whose face has gone white. He goes to stand near Y/N, and she looks between them both. She holds Harry’s hand and she answers, “Because he’s my friend.”

“He’s not allowed to have friends.” Dudley’s mother said, looking at Harry through narrowed eyes. “He’s not supposed to have time to have friends with the chores that he has to get done!”

Y/N sensed that this was not going to go down in a good way, so she pulled Harry’s hand, and she started running. Harry started running behind her, not knowing where they were going. Y/N made them cross the street and she reached her house. The door flew open and she ran, leading Harry behind her, up the stairs and into her room. “Y/N?”

She shuts the door behind them, and she pants. Harry’s very frightened and he stands in the centre of her room like a statue. “Don’t worry, Harry. They won’t be able to get you here.” she reassures him, and then a few seconds after her words, there is a knock on her door.

“Y/N?” Her mother comes in, and she pokes her head through the door. She enters the room in surprise at seeing a boy in her eleven year old’s room. She stands up still, she thought she had a few more years before this conversation would happen, and asks with a tense smile, “Who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Harry.” Y/N explains, and she smiles. Harry waves awkwardly. He stares at the flour, shy, his messy hair falling over his head. He shuffles his feet, and notices that he’s standing on a furry, pink carpet.

“Hello, Harry.” Y/N’s mother says politely, and he waves again, even more awkwardly this time, if possible. She clears her throat and she walks near her daughter, she leans down towards her ear, and whispers, “Why is he…um still?”

“Harry’s just like that because I kissed him, but it’s his fault for worrying anyway because instead of worrying, I’ve fixed the problem-” She explained, quite proud of herself because of her masterful problem solving skills. Her mother’s eyes widen, and she asks, in her normal volume, “Why did you kiss Harry?”

Harry jumps from beside Y/N to go stand next to her mother, and nod his head along, eager to know the answer to that question too. Y/N frowns, she takes a look at Harry and she says, “Why don’t you get it? Mom said that if I kiss you, I’ll always remember you.”

Harry looks at the older woman beside him and he gives her a look of betrayal. He steps away from both girls and moves to the centre of the room once more. Y/N’s mother tuck’s her daughter’s hair behind her ear, and she clears her throat, “I don’t remember saying that, honey.”

“But you said- when you were talking about dad, that he was your first kiss, and that a person never forgets their first kiss! Harry was scared that I’d forget him, so I kissed him!” She explained as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Her mother rubs her face and she chuckles, “That’s not what I meant, I was saying that you never forget your first kiss because it’s special, and that you usually share it with someone that you like.”

“But, I like Harry!” she replied and Harry’s face turned red. Her mother chuckles once more, “No, darling, I meant that you like that person, romantically.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and she takes a look at Harry who’s already looking at her with blushing cheeks. She looks away, understanding why he felt confused. She now felt embarrassed herself.

There was a long moment of silence where no one talked. The doorbell rang, and her mother started to move outside the room. Y/N looked outside her window to find Dudley’s parents standing outside the door, rather impatient. Harry looked out the window from beside her, and she sprinted towards her mother, and hugged her tightly. “No, Mom! You can’t go, they want to take Harry because they’re mad that he’s my friend.”

“Y/N, I’m sure you’ve got it all wrong, and I have to answer the door. I’ll talk to them.” She speaks, calmly, rolling her eyes when the doorbell rings two more times. She walks out of the room, and Y/N closes the door after her, and she turns to Harry, “Quick! See if you can fit in my trunk!”

“I’m not going to put myself in your trunk!” Harry exclaims, looking at the flowery, blue trunk that’s beside her bed. She rolls her eyes, and grabs Harry’s hand, she opens her trunk and lets the top rest on the wall. “It’s either there-” she points to the trunk, “Or there.” She then points to her door where the Dursleys were.

Harry looked at the trunk with disdain, but then looked at her door with disgust. He groaned loudly and started to place his feet inside the trunk. He put one foot in, and then the door burst open. Dudley’s dad burst it and he grabbed Harry’s wrist. “You’re coming with me!”

He marched, pulling Harry behind him, and Y/N ran down the stairs to find her mom. She hugged her mother’s torso and said, “Mom, do something! They’re very mean people!”

Her mother placed a hand on her head and started to pet her hair, soothingly. “Honey, I can’t do anything, they’re the ones responsible for him.”

Y/N grumbles, unsatisfied with her mother’s answer and she moves to see Harry moving out the door with Dudley’s father still grabbing him tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Y/N shouted to Harry hopefully, and before he could answer, Dudley’s mother seethed, “He’s not allowed to have friends!”

She slammed the door behind them and Y/N’s mother tutted as she stared at the door. Y/N looked at the floor, sadly. Her mother brought her into a hug while she mumbled, “But tomorrow’s his birthday…”

***

To say that Y/N was furious was an understatement. The next day, she had walked to the Dursleys’ house to give Harry his present, when the door opened, Dudley was standing there with a wide grin. She scrunched up her face, “Where’s Harry?”

“He’s forbidden to see you.” He replies with a shrug of his shoulders and she nearly growls, “He can’t be forbidden to see me!” He brings out a rose from behind him, and he hands it out to her, “Y/N, forget about him. I’m much better anyways.”

She grabs the flower and throws it on the ground, “You’re vile.” She spits, and she walks back to her house. There was only enough time till summer ended, and she had to go to Beauxbatons Academy. She wanted to spend that time with Harry, and she wasn’t going to let the Dursleys get in the way of that.

However, the next day, when she came looking for Harry again, their neighbour had told her that they left. When she asked where, she got no answer. She spent the next few days of her summer, looking out her window, first thing as she wakes up to see if the Dursley’s cars are outside their house, if they’re back. But that never happened.

Soon enough, it was time for her to head to Beauxbatons, but with no sign of Harry she couldn’t be even a bit excited. Her father held her hand, and held her trunk with his other hand as he spoke, “Darling, you have to cheer up! You’re going to learn magic!”

All she could do was hum silently and stare at the floor. Her father was one of the most important people to have ever gone to Beauxbatons, so instead of going by boat like everyone else does, she went by floo.

Her first year was enjoyable, she had made new friends, even with the older girls and boys. Her best friend was a third year student called Fleur Delacour, she was brilliant and part veela. Her father told her before she went that she was also part veela which is why Dudley was always drooling over her. She couldn’t figure out why Harry wasn’t affected by her magic.

She was top of her class, and madame maxime’s favourite student with her being top of her grade. The part she enjoyed the most was the abundance of the colour blue, just like her father had said. Her uniform was a bit uncomfortable, but she got used to it. She just hated how her skirt would ride up sometimes.

Other than that, Beauxbatons was a wonderful place, and she enjoyed her time there. However, every so often she would find herself thinking about Harry and what he was doing. She wasn’t even sure that she’d see him when she came back from break. She couldn’t find him with the Dursleys when she came back home, her only hope was that she saw him during the summer.

When she came back home, near the end of June, she was surprised, angry, and relieved to see that Harry was with the Dursleys. He didn’t come to speak to her the first day which only made her angrier because he left with no word and then he comes back almost a year later and he has nothing to say to her.

Thankfully, the next day, the doorbell rang and she was the one to open the door. The expression on her face was neutral as she observed the boy on her doorstep. He’d grown taller, she noted, it made her heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to say something, but she brought her fingers to her lips to silence him.

He didn’t speak, and he waited for her to do something. To his surprise, she brought him into a hug, it only lasted for a few seconds. She inhaled his familiar scent, but noticed it had changed slightly. She’d missed him so much, and her heart was racing against his chest. She pulled back with no emotion in her eyes, and he started to speak again. She hushed him, “Shh.”

He didn’t speak again, and she took a step back. Looked him in the eye, then slammed the door in his face. She stormed up to her room, furiously. She was glad that he was alive and well because now she can be angry at him in peace. “Y/N!” He continued to shout, but she paid him no mind.

She went up to her room, and she could still hear him calling for her, so she shut the window. She laid down on her bed, and opened a book that one of her muggleborn friends had lent her. She had opened the book, and took out her bookmark, when she heard thuds on her window.

She turned to look and saw stones hitting the glass. She rolled her eyes at Harry’s antics, seeing that he was disturbing her and the birds on the tree next to her window. She decided she had enough when the birds had enough as well when they flew away. She looked back at her book and started reading.

She was about two pages done when there was a sound of knocking on the window, and the faint sounds of her name. She looked to her window to find that Harry had climbed the tree outside her window. Her eyes widened, and she rushed to her window. She opened it and she shouted, “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to die!” He screams as he looks down at the faraway ground. She can hear him mumble about something being ironic.”Give your hand.” She instructs him and he obeys.

He carefully manoeuvres himself till he’s inside her room. She moves to her bed, and he turns to close the window behind him, taking a deep breath after that small adventure. He turns to look at her, and he gets hit with a pillow in his face.

“You-absolute-git.” She said, hitting him with the pillow after every word. He goes to grab the pillow to stop her from her assault. He grabs the pillow from her tight grip and he throws it on the floor somewhere faraway in the room. He holds both her wrists, and he says, “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you insensitive idiot and you made me lose my page!” She shouts, and he laughs at the last point. “This isn’t funny!” She struggles against his grip, but he’s gotten stronger since last summer.

“I’m sorry.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, still struggling against his grip, “You should be.” She states, getting tired after all the effort she exerted to break free. She stops moving and he says with a small smile, when did his smile get so cute? “I got accepted into a boarding school just like you did.”

She looks away, she can’t help but feel happy for him. She keeps a neutral expression as she says, “congratulations.” He smiles again and decides to let go of her wrists. She walks to her bed and starts flipping through her book to find her page. Feeling her heart almost beat out of her chest from his gaze on her.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” She says, still not looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and she continued, “That you were worried, I’d forget about you, but you did the same to me…”

She trailed off as she found her page, placing a book page in between the pages. He sits down beside her, and he says, “I didn’t forget you.”

She hums, unconvinced. She gets up to place her friend’s book on the new bookshelf her parents bought her. She needed to keep that book safe, her friend gets really made when his books get ruined. “You’re still my best friend.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, “You expect me to believe that?”

“I’m sure you’ve made lots of friends, Harry. A minimum of five, and I’m sure that you like one of them more than me by now. Having spent a whole year with them, and very politely ignoring me!” She says, interrupting him when he opens his mouth.

“I wanted to talk to you, and tell you but I couldn’t!” He says, looking ashamed and on edge. She turns around to look at him, and asks, “Why not?”

“We aren’t allowed phones or anything like that in there.” Harry explains as best as he could. She scrunched her face, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “I wanted to talk to you all year long.” He continued.

“I didn’t see you at christmas.” She mumbles and Harry says, “I had the option to stay at Hog- there, and anything’s better than staying here ” She pursues her lips, that did make sense, knowing how terribly he was treated here.

“Okay then.” She says, shortly. Harry beams, he jumps off the bed and walks up to her and asks, hopefully, “Am I forgiven?”

“Yeah…” She mumbles and he hugs her. It was the first time Harry hugged her, she’d always be the one to hug him. She sunk into his embrace then she grabbed his hand, excitedly and led him to her bed. She sat cross legged as she asked, “Okay, now let me all about this boarding school of yours. Don’t leave out any details, oh, and tell me about your friends!”

“Umm…”

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lulublack90 · 9 months ago

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Prompt 15 - Use

@jegulus-microfic March 15 Word count 968

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Regulus woke the next morning curled up in James’s arms. He hadn’t slept so well in months. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled his face further into James’s side. James’s arms tightened around him as he blinked blearily down at Regulus as he woke up.

“Morning,” James murmured into Regulus’s hair as he gently kissed him. Regulus grinned dopily back at him.

“Morning,”

The bedroom door banged open, and a huge black dog bounded in and launched itself onto the bed, landing heavily on James and Regulus.

“Sirius! Leave them be!” Remus came into view. “Sorry,” He panted. “He got a bit over-excited.”

“Sirius, I swear to Salazar that if you don’t get off me, I’ll let Pandora loose on your hair. She’ll use you like her new doll. I’m sure I heard her talking about pink and purple colouring.” The dog rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Sirius stood up, looking at his brother in horror, grasping his prized locks in his hands.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He growled. Regulus sneered at his brother.

“Watch me. PAN—” He didn’t get to finish yelling for Pandora as Sirius stuck one of his hands over his mouth. Regulus immediately licked his hand.

“EWW Reg!” Sirius wiped the drool off on his robes. They were just about to start bickering when Regulus inhaled sharply. Sirius’s face dropped in worry as he grabbed his brother’s arm and twisted it so the dark mark was face up. The snake and skull were writhing on his forearm. He’d been summoned.

He jumped out of bed and barged his way into Evan’s room. He should have knocked. His arm flew up in front of his eyes, and he turned away as Barty dragged the duvet over himself and Evan.

“Shit—sorry,” He shook his head. “Erm, I just got summoned. Did either of you?”

“Nope.” They both said.

“Okay, er. I need to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He hurried out of the room, slamming the door after himself. His face must have been a picture as the other three burst into fits of laughter. He rolled his eyes at them.

“I have to go. I’m expected at Lestrange Castle.” They stopped laughing.

“Be careful, Reg.” Sirius stepped forward and hugged him. Regulus’s eyes widened, but he still hugged him back.

“We’ll wait for you here,” James said as Regulus kissed his lips.

“Don’t die,” Remus smirked.

“I don’t know what you’re on about Lupin. You’re coming with me.”

“Fuck sake!” Remus grunted. He was not happy, and neither was Sirius. Regulus explained himself before his brother could get himself worked up.

“If I don’t take him, they’ll wonder where he is, and they might send someone to look for him. They won’t find him at Grimmauld, and the first place they’ll come after that is here, and we can’t afford for anyone to come here poking around. I don’t know how long they want me for. It’s safer for everyone if he comes.”

Remus kissed Sirius sweetly.

“We hopefully won’t be long. I’ll see you soon.”

Remus followed Regulus out of Rosier House and side-alonged to Lestrange House.

Regulus’s cousin greeted him.

“Regulus, you arrived swiftly. We’re just finishing up a private meeting, and then the Dark Lord wishes to see you.” Bellatrix gushed at him. “Come in, come in and make yourself at home.” Her eyes flicked to Remus. “Oh, you’ve brought your pet with you.” Her nose wrinkled as though she’d smelt something foul.

“Sorry, Bella, but without Kreacher to watch over him, I didn’t want to leave him alone at Grimmauld Place.” Her eyes widened in understanding.

“Of course, dear cousin, of course. Quite understandable.” She pulled him in close and whispered in his ear. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” Regulus nodded and allowed her to link his arm as they walked up to the castle door.

Bellatrix left them in the entrance as she disappeared into the gloomy halls back to her meeting.

Regulus ended up showing Remus the castle. He guessed they’d be waiting a while. He always was in this castle. They were in the collections room. Regulus was showing off some of the unique objects that the Lestrange family had collected over the generations when his eyes landed on something he hadn’t noticed before.

A small two-handled golden cup with a badger engraving on the front. It was the cup. Regulus could have kicked himself. Of course, Voldemort had given a Horcrux to his most loyal followers. Lestrange Castle had so many wards and protections on it no one who hadn’t been invited in would be able to get to it.

“Remus, look!” He pointed excitedly at the cup.

“Merlin! Is it warded?” Remus always asked the important questions. Regulus was immensely glad he was there and not Sirius, who would have just grabbed the cup.

There was a tamper jinx on it and the other objects in the glass case.

They quickly came up with a plan. Regulus transfigured a Galleon into a convincing copy of the cup and stood in front of it ready.

He and Remus both opened different cabinets at exactly the same time. The room stayed silent. Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They’d have seconds before someone came to see what they were doing.

“Okay, three, two, one,” Regulus said calmly. They reached out and picked up what was in front of them. A loud, ear-ringing siren went off, filling the room with noise. Regulus quickly replaced the cup with the fake and stowed the real one in his pocket. He shut the cabinet door just as the rooms door swung open so violently it hit the wall with a crack. A swarm of witches and wizards moved in, wands raised.

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kairunatic · 2 months ago

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This ep feels like I watched a Clip of Dungeon Menshi but it's idk gay and stupid lol (I should watch that anime one day)

Also bruh the food they are eating does not look appealing like idk about you but I hate seeing multicolored shit on my food(Except for sweets like cake ) I find it gross like would u eat a burger or Hotdog that is rainbow colour like eww hahaha

#another eidos of dragon vein #Delivering Fine Men to the Deep Sea

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glitteringsunshine · 4 months ago

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Gibbs caring for his pregnant reader wife.

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

“ Come on baby , take your vitamins” Jethro said handing it to me with a glass of water.

“ Eww ,I really hate them you know.” I pouted.

“ That’s why I got you some chocolates.” He smiled.

“ Uh huh. Vitamins first” he said pulling the chocolates out of my reach.

“ Good girl” he said gently kissing my forehead, handing me the chocolate bar.

“ You know ours kids are gonna kick some ass when they grow up” rubbing my belly feeling them kick.

“ You two are gonna be real badass ,aren’t you? Love you kids” he whispered to my belly feeling the twins kick. He then started rubbing my swollen feet.

“ I really wanna paint my nails you know, bit I can’t bend down” I sighed.

“ Which colour babe?” he asked going over to the dressing table to pick up the nail paint.

“ Jethro , what are you doing?”

“ Well you want to paint your nails honey, I will do it for you. “

“ Red then” I giggled. “ You really know to spoil a girl don’t you Jethro?”

“ Anything for you love” he whispered starting to paint my nails.

“ Jethro darling , can you do something for me please” I whispered putting my arms around his neck.

“ Okay babe. “

“ Can you melt some icecream for me”. This is my new craving, molten ice cream.

He got me some microwaved ice-cream.

“ Thank you love” I smiled.

“ Here don’t strain your eyes, let me read for you. You can listen” he said , reading the novel to me.

Soon I was feeling sleepy . Jethro closed the book.

“ Jethro”

“ Don’t worry love, I have marked the page” he chuckled.

Then pulling the blanket over us he pulled me closer, and gently brushed his lip against mine. Nuzzling at my neck with kisses he cuddled me as I rested my head against his chest. “ I love you so much darling”

“ I love you too Jethro.”

#leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis #gibbs #fluff #ncis fandom

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buzzyb33 · 11 months ago

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Hey!! Could I please request a fic for Danny Aarons?! Nobody writes for him and they should because he is absolutely beautiful! Maybe where you’re also a YouTuber and friends with Danny and pretty much everyone in the uk YouTube scene and it’s the night of the sidemen 10 year party and he confesses he loves u. Thank u!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course!! This is a great idea and I love my boy Danny.

Prompt: in request.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, bit long, detail on reader appearance.

I sit at my desk as I record a Fortnite video with Danny, Simon and Josh.

I go through my locker as the three talk.

“Y/n hurry up and pick a fucking skin” Danny groans.

“Shut up Danny wait..” I respond in a distracted tone.

I scroll through my locker and settle on panda team leader.

I ready up and sip my water.

“Simon don’t take all my kills again either.” I shoot as I adjust my position.

Josh laughs and Danny speaks up before Simon.

“Wait- you two play together?” He asks a little confused to which Simon laughs.

“Thanks for watching my videos mate.”

Later on when playing I look at Josh’s skin and do the high five emote, Simon is still recording and he does the emote with me.

Josh laughs and pipes up “you coming to the party next week? I know you said you might but..”

“Hm? Oh yeah probably don’t wanna miss that- it’s important for you lot so-“

Danny cuts in quickly. “Can we go together y/n you don’t live too far away from me.” Simon hums in acknowledgement at Danny’s eagerness.

“Sure okay- I’ll message you, you can come mine and have some pre drinks with me.”

After that recording I did a few more on the same scenes to clear my schedule knowing how pissed I’ll get, recording a video with Deji just a simple TikTok reaction:

“Eugh- dej! That guy is so- mmmm- eww look.”

I say as beavo eating rice comes up.

“When I first saw him he actually made me physically gag at my phone- he’s rank.”

I say in a passionate tone and he laughs loudly.

“Would- you do the same content?” He cuts himself off from his laughs.

I chuckles and shake my head.

“Nah then I’d have to pay for an editor because I can’t watch myself do that..” I shake my head.

“Wait you edit all your own videos?” He says to me sincerely.

“And your other channels?”

“Yeah! I edit for my main, second and I mod my own social medias, while I pay Danny Aaron’s editor to do my twitch shit so- yeah,” I hum as I adjust my hair.

“Oh cool- Kay then.”

The next day when I was getting my clothes ready for the next day I got a FaceTime call from Danny, answering it wouldn’t be a problem, would help me pass the time.

I answer and smile into the phone, propping it upon my monitor as I logged around my room, AirPods in.

“Hey Danny!”

I call as I look for a dress.

“Hi- what you doing?” He responds, taking an inward breath.

“Pickin’ an outfit for tomorrow dunno to go for pink or white..” I let a ghost of a smile wonder on my lips as I shift through my many clothes.

“Pink- you look p- pinks a better colour especially in dresses, anyway.”

He says and I pop my head back into frame, my freckles dusting my face and light blue yes looking into the camera.

“Alright- yeah you’re probably right I’ll pick some stocking then we can talk, yeah?”

I pick a light pink play suit, white stockings and white flats, I put my outfit down and talk to Danny through it, after that I sat at my desk and spoke to him, a gentle tone in his voice which seemed to be only present around certain people.

“What’re you wearing Danny?”

I say after a couple minutes of silence on the call, my attention taken up by the sims.

“I dunno- cargos and a shirt. Yeah.”

The next day as I get out the shower, I put my clothes on and start on my makeup I get a knock on my door.

“Come in Danny! I’m in my room!”

I shout and I hear my door open and footsteps ascending toward my room.

He leaks his head round and gives me a cheesy grin.

“Hey y/n.”

He was in a crisp white shirt with a blue spray paint font smiley face at the back. He was in black cargos and to match his shirt, crisp white airforces.

“You look smart, Mr Aarons.” I smile and he smiles back, sitting in my bed.

“You look pretty, miss l/n.” He retorts, the grin not leaving his face.

We speak as I do my makeup, about videos, friends, family, us.

Mad I finish my makeup I order him to get the drinks from my kitchen as long as some glasses.

I smile as I face my chair toward the bed where he sits, pouring a vodka coke.

“You excited? I’m looking forward to it.”

I Say with a cheeky grin, leaning forward slightly and sipping it.

He smiles and nods.

I lean back and smile, flicking my light brown hair behind my shoulder.

“When should I call the Uber, n/n?”

“15 minutes let’s get the buzz.”

I grin at him.

Over the next 15 minutes, the two got laughs in, and Danny even getting a confidence boost.

In the taxi, Danny let his arm hand loosely across Y/ns shoulders.

Getting out the car and getting let into the party the two going their separate ways for a bit, the boys had rented a decent club in north London at a lot of people were there, A LOT.

Y/n went to go talk to george Clarkey and then Talia.

After mingling around she was getting tipsy and when in this state she got very giggly.

“H-hey-“ I turn around and find Danny’s eyes, his ones deep and hazy, clearly already intoxicated.

“Hi darlin’…” he murmured as his hands find my shoulders, his head falling slightly.

“Danny? You okay?” I say as I inch closer to him.

“Y/n- I just-“ he says and closes his eyes briefly.

“I think-“ he sighs

“I can’t help falling in love with you..”

I look at him and feel my face flush, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too..”

He smiles lazily and brings me into a passionate kiss, oddly coordinated from the intoxication.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps moving his lips with mine, meanwhile, Ethan goes up to josh and elbows him slightly.

“Never guess who I just saw tonguing it on?” He says with an almost proud look.

“What? Simon and Talia? Vikk and Ellie? Uh- Lannan and ilsa?” He replies sipping his drink and side eyeing Ethan for a confirmation.

“Nope- Danny Aarons himself and miss Y/n l/n”

Josh sputters and looks at Ethan “fuck off.”

The next morning where Danny had stayed at Y/ns their words weren’t forgotten, a simple but gentle feel to the air, a new found tensions, just bellow awkward.

Finally approaching him as he was getting ready to leave she spoke with reluctance.

“Do- did you mean what you said or- well, and did, or was it just the alcohol, Danny?”

With no hesitation he shook his head: “I meant it, every word, every kiss, I- do love you- if that’s okay?”

I smile and feel my face heat up again.

“That’s okay..”

A/n:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. CHRISTMAS AND THAT 😭🙏🏽

Finishing up a request then another zerkaa fic!!

Requests are open!!

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lolasimms · 2 years ago

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a lots gonna change pt.14

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change

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"Here Lila" Abby called out as she handed your daughter a paper plate with a piece of confetti cake smeared all over it. If you were being honest the piece was too big for your liking and you were sure that Lila would be leaving with a sugar rush. But special occasions called for special acceptions, this being one of them.

"Thanks Abby" Lila accepts the plate and bounds into the dining area to go and enjoy her sugary treat.

"Should I cut you a slice?" Abby glances up at you, her large hand gripping the icing covered knife.

"Sure, that'd be nice." You reply and she lowers the knife back into the white frosted cake, littered with rainbow sprinkles. Much like Lila's, she cuts you an abnormally large triangular piece of cake, placing it on the polka-dotted paper plate and then handing it to you. She awkwardly smiles, grabbing her own plate and then makes her way to the dining room.

Things were still a bit tense between you and Abby after the altercation at Joel's two weeks ago. You'd assured her that she was forgiven after a lengthy heart to heart, but she was still doubting you and beating herself up. Ever since said altercation, no words had been exchanged with your ex-wife, save for a few updates about Lila's school and pickups but that was it. And you hoped it stayed that way. You knew they were both partly at fault but Ellie had started the physical fight, and she hadn't even made the effort to offer a genuine let alone any apology.

It was Abby's birthday and her father had invited you over to his, insisting you bring Lila along to help the Andersons celebrate. The home sprung memories of familial and domestic bliss. Streamers strewn about the dining room, metallic balloons that displayed '26', radio hits that you're sure Jerry didn't even listen to, booming throughout the house and an assortment of different coloured balloons held together by ribbon.

With your plate of cake in hand, you made your way to the dining room, where Jerry had Lila sitting beside him, the both of them looking through an old chunky photo album filled with baby photos of Abby and others of her extended family. Lila was "ooohing" and "ahhing" whilst simultaneously letting out giggles. Your eyes met the blue orbs of your lover who finally gave you a genuine smile for the first time in a week. You stride towards Abby, taking a seat besides her and taking your hand in hers.

"I love you." You whisper as you smile at her, leaving a kiss on her cheek, immediately she warms up, her face tinting to a light shade of red. She leans into you, placing a chaste kiss on your mouth where she mumbles an "I love you too." You're both interrupted by Jerry, who clears his throat and Lila's quiet "eww." The two of you pull apart, sporting mischievous grins on your faces when Jerry shuts the photo album and announces.

"Okay Abs, time to open your gifts." Lila's immediately trailing behind him as he makes his way over to the living room and the two of you follow suit. You were sat on the arm of the grey sofa, while Abby had Lila in her lap. The five year old had been so excited to pick out Abby's gift that she'd insisted it be the first one she opened.

"You sure this isn't a bomb Lila?" Abby jokes as she shakes the box, holding it close to her ears. You and Jerry simply chuckle at Abby's playfulnesses, but Lila finds it to be the funniest thing ever. She's hunched over giggling while Abby tears the wrapping off the small box. When she opens the box she's met with a vintage field watch, one she’d been raving about for the past six months.

“Y/n, you didn’t!” She yells, turning to you with a smile on her face and you simply smile. She reaches up and kisses you. “Hey, I helped wrap it” Lila exclaims hating the takeaway of attention from her. “Thank you too Lila” Abby squished her cheeks and then places the watch on her wrist.

“Thank you for coming Ms. Lila, I’ll see you next time alright?” Jerry waves off a tired Lila who’s hands are swinging behind you as she’s splayed out in your arms. “Bye, Jerry.” She mumbles, letting out a yawn in the process. You walk her over to the car and sit her into her booster seat, clicking it in and then shutting the door. Abby and Jerry are stood at the front door chatting, when he motions for you to come over.

“Thank you for coming over Y/n and bringing sweet Lila, you raised an angel.” He smiles, playing with the hair on his chin. You warm up at the compliment and offer him a genuine smile.

“Thank you Jerry for having us, and for the food and cake.” Abby pulls you closer into her and smiles down at her dad. “Alright dad, we’re going to head Lila’s done for the day.” She takes the box of cake from his hands and hands you the car keys. “Alright goodnight you two and happy birthday again Abs.”

The drive back home is quiet, the car being filled with only sounds of the heater blaring and Lila’s soft snores. Abby has her hand on your thigh the whole way home as you drive, not daring to let go. The two of you basking in the silence. As you’re making a left turn, she gives your thigh two small squeezes causing you to look at her. She gives you a loving smile and then rubs you softly. She didn’t have to verbally say it but you knew it was another apology, no matter how many times you’d forgiven her, she still felt responsible for the fight and she wasn’t going to stop atoning for her mistakes until she felt her forgiveness was truly earned.

Despite her protests, you’d managed to get Lila into the bath once the three of you had arrived back home. She whined and whined but you knew if she didn’t have her bath she would get restless at night. Once bath-time was over, you’d taken her into her room, read her a story from the array that were shelved in her bookcase and then proceeded to read.

“Mommy stop.” You were mid-way through a sentence when she’d lifted her sleepy head to stop you from continuing.

“What’s wrong baby?” You question as you drop the book into your lap.

“There’s two characters, and you’re not doing Mr. Flippers voice right. Can Abby come read that part?” She asks, genuine concern over the inadequacy of your impression. You call out to Abby, who was in your bedroom and she immediately made her way to the Lila’s room.

“Everything ok?” She asks, her hair wet from the shower she’d just taken, clad in an oversized hockey tee shirt and plaid pyjama pants.

“Can you help mommy read to me?” Lila looks up from the tucked in cover of her quilt.

“Really?” Abby asks a grin coating her face and Lila nods adamantly. The five year old falls asleep not even half-way through the book. Her head resting on her little pillow, hands tucked under her cheeks.

You kiss her goodnight as Abby switches on her nightlight, the two of you exiting the room.

“She asked me to read her a bedtime story.” Abby smiles down at you and you grin widely, nodding your head. The two of you make your way into the bedroom.

“So, how’s 26 treating you so far? You ask her as you straddle her waist, her arms immediately grabbing onto your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Pretty good, though I know a way that could make it great” She smiles at you, her fingers grabbing the hem of your pyjama shirt and lifting it over your head.

“Mhm, what may that be?” You lift yourself off her thighs and shimmy your way out of your pyjama shorts and underwear. She immediately pulls you back down to straddle her when you’re interrupted by your phone ringing on the bedside table. Abby’s let’s go of you waist but you continue.

“Just ignore it.” You mumble as the two of you come together in a kiss. You’re grinding against her in tandem as she sloppily kisses down your neck, making her way to your chest, when the phone begins to ring again.

“Just take it, baby” She sits back against the headboard and you un-straddle her. You reach over to your phone, and to your surprise the contact reads Joel. You’re taken aback, seeing as Joel never called you this late at night, ever.

“Hello?” You hold the phone close to your ear, as you fidget with the comforter. Abby’s warm hands stroking your back rhythmically.

“Are you on your own right now, where’s Lila?” He questions and you’re taken aback by his forward ness.

“I’m with Abby, Lila’s asleep. Joel what’s going on?”

“Y/n, you need to get down to the Oakwood Hospital right now, it’s Ellie.”

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