#he went “UGH WHAT THE HECK SHE'S SO CUTE” and pinched my cheek

[harryedpotter1]

30th December 1997

Dear Lover,

Time seems to be running out

Yours truly

….

It was early morning, the air was humid. Too humid actually, no one can really enjoy this weather especially at this time of day. Wait, what time is it? I turned to my side facing the clock on the nightstand,

4:45 am

I sighed, why can't I sleep? I look over to the empty bed on the other side of the room.

That’s why.

Our only hope to win this war was him.

But he’s gone.

Harry Potter died.

The boy who lived is no longer alive.

I clear my throat, and wipe my eyes so the tears don’t reach my chin. I can’t let anyone know that I’m hurting as much as everyone else is. I have to be strong. That’s why I’m in this room. When Harry died, we were all shocked. We were just kids, heck we still are.

I still remember it as if it was yesterday.

Mr. Weasley walked in with such sorrow, it felt like his own child died.

“ Dad, where’s Harry?” Ginny said

He was standing at the front door, so still, so empty. I swear if a gush of wind came in that night he would have fallen.

“Dad” Ron said a little louder

I stood next to Mrs.Weasley helping her with the dishes. I didn’t know what was happening but I felt Mrs.Weasley freeze.

“Mrs.Weasley, what’s wro-”

I was cut off by a slight whimper

“ No.. Please no…”

I have never seen Mrs.Weasley cry before, even when her own husband was taken hostage by the death eaters.

So I knew something happened.

And I knew exactly what that something was.

Harry Potter is dead.

One of my best friends is dead.

I wanted to scream

But instead I went straight to Ginny and hugged her.

“Gabby, what are you doi-”

I kept hugging her though until she finally understood why.

And then silence came.

I never heard the Burrow so quiet

It was so eerie.

From that day forward the burrow didn't feel like a home.

Just felt like a hole.

It was quiet after a couple days but then days turned into weeks and weeks eventually turned into months.

And at some point this turned into our normal.

Fred and Clare no longer pulled pranks on Clara.

Joji no longer hounded us to pick up a book to continue our studies even though we all dropped out to help the order.

“ You guys! When this stupid war ends you all will be so behind! Hermione and I are not going to give you all the answers!”

We all laughed at her

“Oi Joj! We dropped out! Why are you hounding us still” Ron laughed

“ Ugh Ron, Dumbledore said we are always welcomed and encouraged to come back to hogwarts after this war so we could better our future!”

“ Oh, you’re so cute when you try to force us to study, 'Oj” Fred spoke

He got up from the couch, pinched her cheek and walked towards the kitchen

A blush creeped on her face.

Gosh how I miss those days, the days where we were actual teenagers and boys would make us blush.

When we would ditch Professor Lupin’s class so we could hang out by The Great Lake.

Now Joji doesn’t even mention studying to stay caught up with school. It breaks my heart because that means she knows we will never go back to Hogwarts.

We’ll never graduate.

We’ll never have the annual 7th year party that we anticipated since we were little 11 years olds.

I mean at least we got a preview of it, thanks to Clare who snuck us in once because she was talking to the star beater, William Shortfield.

Now I’m here, in Ron and Harry’s room. Well I guess my room now, I made Ron switch rooms with me after Harry died. He was struggling so much after losing his best friend, I couldn’t let him go back in this room, so I made him room with Clare.

Molly tried to make me take her and Arther’s room so I wouldn’t have to be alone in this room. She said that it was no big deal and that they would sleep in the living room. But I couldn’t do that to them, they would never have a good night's sleep. That couch is awful.

So I did what I could and pushed back any emotions I had.

And stayed in this cold room.

…..

30th December 1997

My star,

That means we meet soon

Wait for me…

.....

A/N if you come acrosse this and you're not my friends ignore this.

[lunarcrystal]

Lmao 71 sounds like an Eren and Annie thing! If you're still taking prompts could you do that one?

Me: *actually writes the prompt 2 years later* yah, I’m sorry for lateness. I mostly saved all the prompts given to me forever ago, so I do still have them, forgive me 🙏

Prompt 71: “You have a cute nose,don’t make me break it.”

 Canonverse trainee ereani!

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Close quarter combat training was always difficult, combat training in general was difficult. Combat training with Annie Leonhardt was not only difficult, but dangerous. She didn’t have a limit to how much she could subdue her opponent, the petite blonde always opted for full force. even for a defensive move that shouldn’t hurt so much.

“Couldn’t you let up a little?” Eren panted, wiping sweat from his brow line. Over-exerted and aching all over from constantly having to block Annie’s powerful kicks to his shins.

Annie tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, patiently waiting for him to regain his composure. Just so she could kick his ass all over again.

 A couple of yards from them, Jean sparred with Marco, occasionally throwing a nasty look Eren’s way. He was waiting for the day Eren would challenge him to an actual fight. Eren just liked to humor the taller boy by choosing to spar with Annie so close to the spot where Jean and Marco would train.

 Of course, this meant Jean got a full show of Eren eating mouthfuls of dirt every time Annie knocked the brown-haired youth off his feet. A dumb idea popped into Eren’s mind than.

 “Hey Annie,” Eren beckoned to her, “C’mere for a second.”

 Annie raised an eyebrow, she sauntered over, arms folded. “What is it?”

 “I know we’re technically training and all, and you obviously have the upper hand here, but uh…” He scratched at his nape, “Do you think you can… let me win a round. Just once?”

He felt stupid as soon as the words left his mouth, Annie even gave him the kind of expression that read ‘Are you serious’?

 “It’s just—ugh…” Eren’s cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “I want to show-off… since Jean is an asshole, I want him to see that I’m better than him, so he could shut up about all the fights he won against Marco. Just this once, please?”

 Annie put a hand to her chin, considering Eren’s dumb idea to boost his sore ego. “And, If I let you win, what’s in it for me?”

 “I’ll give you my bread rolls during supper for a week.”

“How nice, but I’m not Sasha.” She rolled her eyes. “Give me something that’s worth losing over.”

 Eren racked his brain for a better trade but found nothing he had was worth the price of him cheating in combat. “Uh…”

 “How about this, Jaeger.” Annie snapped her fingers. “If I let you win, from this point on, until our graduation day, only I will be allowed as your sparring partner.” 

 “Wait but,” he furrowed his brows, “Aren’t you already, I mean, I don’t really ask anyone else so…”

The look on Annie’s face said she was serious. Well, she was always serious, but there were different types of seriousness she conveyed, and this one said, ‘Take it, or leave it’.

 “Okay, deal! I’ll only spar with you from now on.”

He almost missed it, but Eren could have sworn he saw the corners of her lips quirk up in a small smile. “Let’s get started than.”

She took her defensive stance, Eren stepped back. Bringing his fists up, ready to block whatever she dished out at him. Of course, he was still going to have to work for her defeat. Annie stared him down, clear blue eyes narrowed, lips pinched in a slight frown. Perhaps she was going about how to make his win look convincing.

Then she charged, taking Eren by surprise. She almost never made the first move. Annie swiftly brought up her left leg, caught his hip, and stunned him. Eren winced, staggering back, just as Annie swerved, swinging a right hook to his cheek, the punch made Eren’s head snap sideways, he nearly tripped over his own feet but caught himself.

A quick glance to Annie from the corner of his eye showed him that she wasn’t putting up any guard, her arms stayed at her sides, slightly bent with her fists clenched.

She’s giving me an opening!

He acted immediately, ignoring the ache of his bruised cheekbone, he dashed forward and hooked his arms underneath her armpits, promptly kicking her ankle. Annie buckled and Eren pivoted himself so that he grappled her swiftly, they both went down in a cloud of dust.

He had used the very same grappling technique Annie used on him countless times. He finally had her trapped beneath him, using the strength of his arms to press down on her slim neck.

Annie kicked out her legs, grasping at the sleeve of his uniform. Sweat beadedfrom her temple, she grunted, beating at his arm a couple of more times beforesighing exasperatedly, “Alright, alright. He’s done looking, you can let me go now, show-off.”

Eren didn’t move, however. Except to loosen his arms around her neck a bit. Annie furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled.

“Hey, Eren?” She tapped his arm impatiently.

 He still didn’t budge.

Eren heard her but being that he was slightly distracted at the prospect of being on top of an opponent who has brought him to his knees many times; who happens to be a female—and who he happens to sometimes find himself thinking about more than he should be thinking about certain females in the trainee corp. He wasn’t exactly in the most responsive state right at that moment.

What he did let out was a soft squeak. And that was only because Annie had pinched his ear.

He let her go after that, sitting back, and immediately crossing his legs. He folded his arms tightly against his chest and purposely avoided Annie’s quizzical stare. His face flushed from the battle, and the proximity.

“What the heck was that?” Annie side-eyed him, leaning on her arms.

He shrugged humming an ‘I don’t know’ sound, and—goddesses Annie stop asking questions!

She quirked a blonde eyebrow, before releasing a huff that sounded very much like a throaty chuckle. “Oh, I see.”

Eren’s face flushed a darker red.

“You wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine, is that it?”

He snapped his attention to her with an incredulous look, as if she had grown three heads. Is that really what she thought?

Eren shifted uncomfortably, “Well… maybe?”

Annie gave him a dead eyed stare that only served to unnerve him further and make him cross his legs tighter.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed that while it lasted. Next time, it will be you laying on the field with my foot on your throat.”

Eren winced but gathered his confidence, what little he had of it. “Y-yeah, well—maybe, you’ll be the one laying on the field… for real next time!”

The blonde stood, dusting off her white uniform pants, “Mm-hm, talking big for a cheat.” She stepped over to him, leaning down slightly, and at this angle, with him having to look up at her, she was far more menacing.

“You have a cute nose, Eren,” she tilted her head, causing blonde fringes to fall over one eye, “don’t make me break it.”

[hyunjun-jpeg]

Come For Me

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst? Kinda?

Word count: 1532

A/N: Shoutout to @skyjungkook for helping me and  encouraging me to write this. This story isn’t finished yet but tell me if you want a part two and be sure to leave a request and/ or feedback. Thanks!

”Come on Y/N! We’re gonna be late” Jin calls. “I’m coming!” I yelled back in response. I was really not up for this. It’s almost time for midterms and not to mention my emotions are not the most stable thing in the world. Let’s not get into details but let’s just say, its nothing but one sided love from this end. I would much rather stay at home and study but my best friends think otherwise. They thought that I should let loose and have fun tonight instead of locking myself in my room and cramming information in my head. So before I could text back a “no” on my phone they were already at my front door ringing the door bell. Soon after I was finished getting ready we headed out the door, to this party at some person’s house. 

 Upon arrival you could see the dozens of cars parked on the streets. If it wasn’t for the loud music coming from the house we would have no idea which house was actually hosting the party. I was hesitant about actually going into the house until I feel a hand on my back. I look up to meet the person’s eyes. “Are you not going to go in?” He asked with his rectangular smile. I kept silent “What? Are you scared?” He challenged with the same cheeky grin plastered on his face. I tried to keep my poker face but I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was being. “Whatever Tae.” I say. He just laughs and “boops” my nose. Ugh, I hate this. 

 Once I finally headed inside the house I was assaulted by the loud music playing through the house just as I thought the music couldn’t get any louder it does. I turn around to see that the person that was once behind me was no longer there. Sigh, why did i agree to this? I thought. This happens every single time. I agree to come only if they would keep me company, but once we physically enter the party they just disappear. 

I head to the kitchen as that’s where i would normally find one of them. I wonder who it’s going to be this time. Last time it was Jungkook cause he had lost his hyungs and didn’t want to get into any trouble or interact with any girls. Poor boy. The time before that it was Yoongi who was still groggy from the nap that he had to in the car and was in the kitchen looking for something to wake him up. They would typically keep me company for the first 15 until someone they knew comes over and sweeps them away. But i’ve gotten used to it, really. It’s like a routine for me. Come to the party, talk to one of them for 15 minutes, then stay at the bar or the kitchen with a beer in hand And when the time comes find the designated sober person and round them up. It was like a routine.

I enter the kitchen and find Jimin. He was making one of his “love potions” as he calls it. I walk over and take a seat at the bar in front of him. He looks up at me and smiles. “Beer m’lady?” he asks “Gladly.” I say with a small smile. He pops the bottle cap of and hands me the bottle. I take a big sip and sigh. “Why so glum chum?” he asks “Why did you guys drag me here?” I ask with a sigh. “To have fun of course.” he says while pinching my cheeks. “You know i don’t have any fun at places like these, especially when I don’t know anybody.” I complain. He sighs “Well then go make some, get drunk, go dancing, do something! Heck! Go make out with someone I you please.” he yells. “You know i can’t do that.” I reason. “Why not?” he retorts. I give him the look. he whispers a “oh”. “Fine don’t make out with anyone. But at least try to have some fun. Meet someone new! Forget about that guy! C’mon. Let’s go!” He says as he takes the beer out of my hand and drags me to the dance floor.

At first it was awkward and sweaty but I soon got loose and just went with it. As time went on I was getting sweating with all that dancing. I took of the jacket that I was wearing and wrapped it around my waist and continued dancing. 

As the night passed by more guys were dancing with me and I actually had a great time. I had met this guy named Moonbin. He was a phenomenal dancer. We had been dancing together for most of the night. He had made me forget all about my midterms and my troubled love life. But it was all fun and games until I feel a hand grab my wrist and started pulling me outside of the house.

I was captivated, just by the she swung her hips to the beat. She is absolutely stunning. I just wish I had the guts to tell her. I wish i could tell her how she drives me crazy, how she makes me want to wake up to her every morning, how I want to make her happy, how I want to make her the the happiest girl alive. 

I was watching her from the other side of the dance floor

There were guys all around her. Eyeing her up and down. I hate seeing her being looked at like that. I hate seeing her being stared at like a piece of meat they could just rip apart. But seeing her with someone else was even worse. My heart ached, watching her laughing and smiling while she danced with that guy. The guy that wasn’t me. It hurt it hurt bad. What started out like a small crush had developed into strong feelings for more. Our friendship is great, it really is. But I want so much more. I know it’s selfish of me, but you can’t judge me for wishing there was a little more, hoping there could be more. I’ve tried to leave subtle hints hoping that she notice what I am doing but she never does. I just wish that she would notice how much I’ve fallen for her and love me back.

 I don’t know what came over me. Was it jealousy? I don’t know. It was like someone was controlling me. Before I know it I walked up behind her and grabbed her wrist and started pulling her outside.

“Tae! Where are you taking me?! Jesus! The one time I am actually enjoying myself you have to pull me away! Seriously?!” I yell at him. He stops and faces me with a stern face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask. He doesn’t speak he just looks down. I look down to see what he was looking at. My eyes go wide at what he looking at. I quickly cover my chest with my arms “Hey! Stop looking. It’s bothering me.” He scoffs. “Oh. So now it’s bothering you.” “What is that supposed to mean?!” I ask slightly offended “Well you didn’t seem to care when all the other guys looked at you in the party so why does it matter if your best friend looks at it. Huh?” he fires back. 

I didn’t know what to say. Little did I know that he wasn’t finished with me just yet. “Do you want people thinking you’re a hoe?! Why would you wear something like that at a party like this?!” he yells. At this point I was infuriated. Who does he think he is, telling me how to dress? First he was leading me on, making think that he wanted us to be more than friends and now he thinks he can just tell me how to dress. “Why do you care about how I dress!? Me and Moonbin was really hitting it off in there and the last time I checked you didn’t want to be my boyfriend so why are you ruining my chances of finding one?!” I yelled back. 

“Who said I didn’t want to be?!” He yelled back “Please! You just want to keep leading me on and playing with my feelings cause that’s just the kind of jerk you are!” I yelled. He was speechless. “Do you know how hard it is emotionally to be lead on like that. I always like to think that maybe, for once in a blue moon, you like me back. But then I get a reality flash and realize that you will never like me.” I say. Before he could say anything, before I could shed any tears I turned around and started to walk down the sidewalk to the car. 

“You’re wrong!” he says. “Jesus Christ! Come back you’re wrong! Y/N! Come back!” I hear him scream for me to come back. But never once did he ever chase after me. I’m sick of waiting. If he really wants me he’ll come for me.