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Merry Go Round of Life

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Okay. This is a Howl’s Moving Castle AU. It’s going to be a mix of both the book and the movie because I adore both of them equally and for different reasons. 

Also, no Din yet in this chapter. Sorry not sorry. 

This will end up as Din Djarin x f!reader. At some point down the line.

Warnings: Uh. None? Light swearing maybe?

Chapter one: In which a curse is laid

In the land of Concordia, things such as three-league boots existed. Witches and wizards wandered the land. And, if rumors are to be believed, the moving castle has once again started coming down the hills towards Kalevala. 

But you weren’t worried. Nobody had actually seen the wizard out and about. Nobody even knew his name, or spoke it. He was only ever the wizard of the moving castle. And nobody had a satisfying explanation for that, either. You’d stopped asking about him years ago. 

You didn’t have time to be gossiping about some wizard, anyhow. Your mother-in-law was retired, and both of your sisters had their own lives, leaving the shop to you. Not that you really minded - you’d been raised in this shop, knew it better than anywhere else. You were content with this. Your sisters visited (indeed, Omera still worked in town, having taken over the bakery when the previous owners retired), the shop was busy enough to keep you busy and fed, and things were… calm. Predictable. 

But really, you couldn’t complain. You were the youngest of three. You didn’t boast great beauty to match Omera, or great temper to match Cara. You were just… you. One of the best seamstresses in town, yes, but just you. And that was fine. That was… fine. 

On this particular morning, you were humming a little as you carefully measured fabric for a dress. This was about the time of year when you were flooded with custom requests for parties and celebrations, and you often ended up taking your work home with you. You had some help in the shop, a young lady to man the front desk and chat with customers, but she was still in training. And you didn’t mind taking work home. 

You tutted gently as you set two pieces of fabric together, checking the edges. “Very good,” you muttered to yourself. “You’ll be a handsome one indeed.” Chuckling at your own humor, you began to stitch the edges together. It wasn’t uncommon to find you chattering to yourself (and your sewing) as you worked. You got bored otherwise. The shop girl stayed out front, and you stayed in the back sewing unless you were needed to take measurements or consult. 

It didn’t take long for you to have the skirt portion of the dress done. At least, done enough for now. You gently set it aside and stretched, rolling your shoulders and cracking your neck before you pulled the fabric over again to make the next cuts. 

“At least the fabric is nice,” you murmured, gently running a hand along the rose-pink fabric to smooth it. “You’ll make a fine dress for the May Day dance.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Your own dress (if you had time for it this year) was already squirreled away in your bedroom, and had been ready for a while. You’d made sure Omera was taken care of, too. Cara was on her own - you didn’t even know if she’d be home for the festival this year. 

You heard the bell over the door of the shop ring, but paid it no mind. Someone would yell if they needed you. Humming again, you picked up your sewing scissors, the nice heavy pair, and started cutting fabric. 

“Hey, Vee.” You could hear the customer from where you sat, but you still didn’t move. Did you sometimes listen to gossip while you worked? Sure. Not your fault they were gossiping in your hearing range. “Have you seen the castle?”

A gasp as your assistant, Vee, caught on to the subject. “No! I haven’t been out to the edge of town.”

“The castle is right out there!” the customer told her in an excited murmur. “You can see it clearly, just over the hill outside of town.”

“So close?” Vee asked in a hushed tone. “What’s he doing?”

“Don’t know,” the customer replied. “Mother thinks he’s looking for someone.”

You snorted very quietly to yourself. He was a wizard. You doubted anyone in Kalevala would hold any interest for someone like him. Not that you’d actually met many (or any) wizards but you’d read plenty about them. And this place? Probably didn’t have anybody of interest to an actual wizard.

“Maybe he’ll come to the festivities,” Vee said dreamily.

“Maybe,” the customer hummed, sounding unconvinced. On this, you sided with her - you doubted seriously the wizard would show up to May Day. Ha! That would be a sight. 

“Silly girls, the both of them,” you murmured to the dress. “But they’re young, I suppose they’re allowed to be silly.” 

It wasn’t long after that when the customer left, and Vee went back to her tasks. You shook your head and refocused on your sewing. If you weren’t interrupted, you could have this dress done in another day. 

Vee left at her normal time, and you closed up the shop. Nobody else had interrupted you, and you let out a sigh of relief once things were locked up tight. You worked for another hour or so by candlelight in the shop, and then carried a couple little things upstairs to work on in your apartment. Your apartment wasn’t much - a bedroom, kitchen/living area combo, and simple bathroom situated above the shop. But it was yours, and you didn’t have to share with anyone.

As much as you loved your sisters, you had been more than ready to strangle them by the time they moved out. 

A glance at the calendar on the wall showed that you had exactly one week left until May Day. Plenty of time to finish the last two dresses, and any last-minute adjustments that came in. You stretched briefly and ambled into the kitchen to make some dinner. 

The week passed as expected. You got your last two gowns done. You fixed and rehemmed and tweaked dresses for other customers. You even dealt with the one near-hysterical woman who came in the day before May Day a wreck because her toddler had ripped off some of the fabric roses on her dress. (That one was not an easy fix, and you gently scolded the dress for giving in to some toddler.) 

May Day was always one of the biggest celebrations of the year, full of flowers and bright colors. You donned your dress, the “closed” sign already hung up in the shop window, and ventured out into the streets. 

Things got more crowded the closer you got to the center of town, and soon you were dodging folks out making merry. You didn’t stop to join any of them, intent on your goal: your sister’s bakery. You’d been craving one of the cream cakes for weeks, and you were determined to get one. 

A group of well-dressed young men stumbled out of a tavern in front of you, and one of them made a teasing comment that you only half paid attention to. You simply looked at him and then away, dismissing him and striding on. Honestly. Boys. 

Finally, you made it to the bakery and (more or less) gently pushed your way inside. Omera was at the counter, handling payments and handing over cakes as fast as she could. She paused for a moment when she saw you before she smiled widely and called your name.

“Do you have a minute?” you shouted back at her over the dull roar inside the shop.

“I can spare one,” she replied, ushering you along the counter until she could lift up a flap for you. Grabbing your hand, she pulled you into the back of the bakery, nabbing a cream cake with her free hand. 

“How many proposals have you had today?” you asked, teasing her gently. She was beautiful, and widowed a few years ago. 

“I stopped counting after five,” she replied primly. “Sit and eat that.”

Grinning, you took the cake and sat down. “The dress looks good on you.”

“You knew it would.” She obligingly twirled for you though, showing off the whole thing. You nodded to yourself. Some of your finest work, probably. You’d be disappointed if the day ended without Omera receiving at least a dozen proposals. “Your dress is a little more plain this year, sister.”

“Hmm.” You stuffed a bite of cake in your mouth to buy yourself a little time. Which might have backfired on you, as Omera raised an eyebrow at you. You grimaced, just a little, and she huffed.

“Are you content to run the shop alone, then?”

“Maybe,” you muttered. “I don’t know. I haven’t--it hasn’t come up, recently.” You shuffled a little where you sat, uncomfortable now. 

Omera softened a little. “You could have just as many proposals, if you wanted,” she reminded you, reaching over to tweak your ear gently. “You needn’t stay at the shop by yourself.” Her smile turned teasing. “I’d even take you on as an apprentice.”

“Apprentice!” you shot back, mock-outraged. “I have spent more than enough time in your kitchen to do better than that!”

“I seem to recall someone eating all the cookie batter one day and getting sick,” she shot back. The two of you collapsed into giggles for a few moments, until someone shouted for Omera. Then she sighed. “That would be the end of my break. I’ll come see you at the shop, okay?”

“Sure,” you agreed, standing and pulling her into a hug.

“Just think about it,” she whispered in your ear. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

You released her and made your way out of the bakery. More revellers filled the streets now, and your feet were trod on more than once as you made your way back home slowly. As night fell, bright blue and green fireworks shot into the air from outside of town, causing a great deal of commotion. Certainly they came from the wizard, but why nobody knew. You didn’t bother yourself overmuch with pondering, either. 

The week after May Day continued quietly. This was to be expected - hardly anyone would need anything except minor alterations and repairs so soon after a holiday. You’d given Vee two weeks off to spend with her family and her intended, and so you were stuck manning the store instead. 

The bell over the door tinkled and you looked up from a pair of socks you were repairing, and then paused. The woman who walked in was… odd. Very, very odd. For one thing, she was carrying a helmet propped against her hip, and she wore armor in blue and gray. Her hair was red and short, pulled back from her face. Her clothing under the armor was dark and nondescript - trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, essentially. 

You blinked at her, nonplussed for a moment, and then stood up straight behind the counter. “Can I help you?” 

“That remains to be seen.” She stepped closer to the counter, giving you a quick once-over. “You are the seamstress who made the dress for the baker? Omera, I believe her name is.”

You blinked again. “Yes.” It wasn’t unheard of for customers to refer to your other work, but it wasn’t exactly common, either.

She hummed acknowledgement of that and looked you over again. You had no idea what she was looking for, but she must not have found it, because she gave you a rather derisive look. “You’ll do.” She murmured something too low for you to hear, although it didn’t sound like Common to your ears, and flung one hand towards you, as if flinging water at you. Something cold dripped down your scalp, and you blinked rapidly at a feeling almost like vertigo. “There. That ought to do it.” She turned away sharply, and paused just before the door. “You won’t be able to tell anyone you’re under a curse, in case you were wondering.” And with that she was gone, out of the shop as quickly as she’d entered it.

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Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes 

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating. 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships 

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader 

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

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- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them. 

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded. 

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?" 

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled. 

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

-

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing. 

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her. 

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.   

-

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace. 

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled. 

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head 

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible. 

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say. 

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head. 

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed. 

- “And who is this?”  

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled. 

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced. 

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.  

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

-

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands. 

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better. 

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else. 

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room. 

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.  

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

-

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner. 

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.  

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled. 

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again. 

-

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down. 

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised. 

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know. 

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living. 

- “Right now, I have an acting job.” 

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.   

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped. 

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand. 

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”. 

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen. 

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought. 

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

-

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them. 

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed. 

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst” 

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”. 

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled. 

- “Thanks dad”

-

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking. 

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler. 

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.” 

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.  

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her. 

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say. 

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him. 

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled. 

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately. 

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled. 

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”. 

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that. 

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans. 

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.” 

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word. 

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled. 

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.  

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it. 

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.” 

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved. 

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear. 

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head. 

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him. 

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”. 

[dracowars]

hideaway | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x nonjedi!reader

word count: 2,3k

summary: where y/n wants to surprise anakin but is in for a big surprise herself

a/n: anakin owns my whole heart. hope you enjoy it~

warnings: none

universe: star wars

The smell of freshly roasted vegetables and meat fills your nostrils as you turn the stove up a notch, humming to yourself. You are by no means a five star chef, but your cooking skills are still very good. After all, your mother always made sure that you learn from her amazing skills in the kitchen. In the end what matters is how it tastes and until now you have never failed.

You keep checking the time on the clock on the wall, waiting for it to point at a certain time. You can't wait until he finally comes home. You've been counting the days and hours, even minutes until Anakin arrives back from his mission with Obi-Wan on Naboo. Anakin wasn't allowed to tell you anything about the mission of course, so you can only hope that it was a peaceful mission. Not only do you not want him to get injured, but then your planned surprise meal after his return would also be superfluous.

According to your calculation, it should take another half an hour for their spaceship to land on Coruscant, plus the time it takes Anakin to get to his apartment, where you currently are. The mission was scheduled for five days and you spent the entire time in his apartment. He gave you a spare key months ago because he noticed how much you always miss him every time he is not on the planet. In fact, it actually helped. Everything here makes it feel like he is only in the next room and not on a whole different planet and thus makes your fear for him less.

You've thought and talked about moving in together before, but there is one tiny little problem with that: nobody knows about your and Anakin Skywalker's relationship. Since he is a Jedi, a great and powerful one at that, he has to follow the Jedi Code. A Code that governs the behavior of its followers which, in this case, forbids Jedis from forming attachments. While they do not ban romantic feelings in general, Jedi's are not meant to get married or built up a family. Their only task is to bring peace to the galaxy.

And if the Jedi Order finds out about this relationship, it won't end well for neither of you. Until now you've always been able to hide it well, even if there were occasional moments when it almost got blown up. Somehow you always managed to keep it a secret though and you are very happy about that.

You stir the vegetables one more time and then throw yourself onto the large leather couch while you wait. And wait and wait. No matter how long you close your eyes and just breathe in the pleasent smell around you, time still doesn't go by faster.

You just want to hug him again, kiss him again and just be with him. It may have only been five days, but you still feel like you haven't seen him in months when it wasn't even a whole week. You have been a couple for two years now, have known each other for five of them and loved each other for four, and yet you love him like you did on the first day. There is just something special about him that makes your heart flutter every single time.

The way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when he smiles - god, his whole apperance in general - you can't help but fall in love with him all over again. Anakin Skywalker is the love of your life and you can't imagine him to not be part of your life anymore.

While being indulged in your thoughts you don't even hear the steps approaching the front door at first and the electronic door opening a few seconds later. You jump up from the sofa immediately and are just about to go in the hallway leading directly to the door full of anticipation when you suddenly hear a different voice than Anakin's, which causes you to stiffly pause in your movement.

"I will send report about our successful mission to the Jedi Council instantly", you hear the male voice say, realizing that it is no other than Obi-Wan. Your eyes widen in shock. If Obi-Wan finds you here, in the middle of Anakin's apartment, it's over.

Looking back and forth, you search for a suitable hiding spot. You notice the cupboard at the end of the entrance area that would provide perfect protection, which you can only get to by walking past the hallway while risking to be seen. Since you can't think of anything better in this hurry, you sneak to the hallway as quietly as possible.

You look around the corner carefully just to see both men, still dressed in their full gear, standing in front of the entrance, Obi-Wan holding a holoprojector in his left hand and seemingly struggling with making it work the way he wants. Your gaze wanders to Anakin, who is standing in front of his master and trys to help him with the device. You can't help but stare at him for a few seconds. He looks breathtaking and you can feel your heart skip a beat.

And suddenly it feels like your heart completely stops at the exact moment where Anakins turns around and directly looks at you. The confusion is clearly written on his beautiful face, - which, to your surprise, doesn't have any bad injuries this time - but if you only knew how much he would love to just run to you and take you his his arms tightly, lifting you off the floor. But since Obi-Wan is still in the room, that turns out to be difficult.

With a slight head movement you indicate to the cupboard, Anakin understanding your intention immediately. Just as Obi-Wan looks up, Anakin steps in his way so that there is no possibility for him to spot you. "Let me see the holoprojector, master", Anakin tells him, reaching out for it, distracting him from what you are doing in the background.

You tiptoe across the hallway and climb into the cupboard without making any sound the very moment Anakin got the projector working. The closet is pretty narrow and you even keep your breathing quiet.

"I think I don't tell you this enough but you actually did very good out there. I'm proud of you, Anakin", Obi-Wan tells his Padawan as they walk past you and internally you feel how happy Anakin is about those words. "But was it really necessary to blow up the escaping droids?", Obi-Wan adds with serious tone but lets out a laugh soon after that.

You take in a deep breath which suddenly makes you realize that there still is something you haven't even thought about before: the food. It's still boiling on the stove, spreading a delicious smell through the rooms. How is Anakin supposed to explain that, when he didn't even know about it himself?

"Anakin. You should have listend to me when you- What is this burnt smell?", Obi-Wan interrupts himself while speaking, smelling the same odour as you did moments before. Seconds later you can hear their steps moving away as they run into the kitchen. "What is happening here?! Why is there food cooking?", Obi-Wan shouts but you can't hear more as the sound of steaming water drowns out their conversation. Anakin must have thrown the pan in the sink or otherwise you can't explain where the noise is supposed to be coming from.

"It was probably the.. the cleaning lady! Yes, the cleaning lady must have forgotten it by mistake", Anakin trys to talk his way out of the situation after the noise has quiet down. "Since when do you have a cleaner?", his master asks suspiciously. "Not very long. Since the last.. month?", Anakin explains - or tries to - not really convincingly.

Silence. There is an unbearable silence before Obi-Wan starts laughing out loud all of a sudden. "You should definetely find another one if she almost burns your appartment down. However, I could use one too..", he advises his Padawan and you can hear him coming back, lowering your breath again instantly.

"I better go now and send off the report to the Council. Master Yoda wanted to talk to me later anyway. You still have a bit of cleaning to do and..", Obi-Wan pauses in the middle of his sentence, making your breath hitch. "You should really get that lady out of your closet before she suffocates."

Your whole body stiffens at his words and the door to your hiding place opens. "Hello there", Obi-Wan looks at you expectantly. "Y/N, isn't it?" You nod carefully and look to the ground in shame after climbing out of the closet.

"It's- It's not what it looks like, master", Anakin stutters out and pulls you behind him, protecting you from whatever is coming towards you next. "Well, what does it look like?", Obi-Wan counters and crosses his arms.

You touch Anakin's arm lightly, searching for support, and look past him to Obi-Wan, who is watching you both closely. "I'm waiting", Obi-Wan sighs and puts his arms on his hips. "I don't have all day, you know."

You take all your courage and take a step forward. "It's my fault. I wanted.. I just wanted to surprise Anakin and welcome him back home", you explain with a low voice, not daring to look at Obi-Wan directly. "That still doesn't explain why you are in his appartment in the first place", he says with raised eyebrows and you look back at Anakin.

Anakin looks like he's contemplating about what to do next and then takes your hand in his as he made his decision, standing next to you now. "Master. I'm in love with Y/N and she loves me. We.. secretly dated and got together. I wanted to tell you. I always wanted to tell you, but there just wasn't the right opportunity and-"

"And you thought it would be better to not tell me about this at all? Ever?", Obi-Wan finishs Anakin's sentence. "Where do you think you are going with this? You know the Jedi Code, Anakin. You broke the rules."

"This stupid code is totally outdated and unnecessary anyway! We never meant to fall in love with each other, sometimes it just happens. We knew the day would come when someone finds out about us. We know that it.. has no future. But you can't just turn off your feelings. It is not possible", you rant and feel Anakin's hold on your hand tighten. "Please don't tell the Jedi Council and please don't throw Anakin out. You can punish me, but not him. He dedicated all his life to the Jedi Code and.. I don't want his life to get destroyed because of me."

You feel yourself get pulled to the side harshly. "What are you even saying, Y/N?! Stop that nonsense!", Anakin whisper-yells at you. "I can't live with the thought that I will destroy your future, Ani. I could never be happy agai-"

"Who said I would tell anyone?", Obi-Wan interrupts you two, making both of you look at him in confusion. "Listen, I don't support Anakin's or your actions but what happend, happend, we can't change that and I'm actually kind of happy that Anakin found someone who stays by his side."

Your mouth opens wide in shock and you look at him with pure disbelieve. "You.. what?", Anakin bursts out, seeming equally shocked and confused. "Why shouldn't I be happy for my Padawan, who is like a brother to me, when he finds the right woman, maybe his soulmate?", Obi-Wan tells you and the corners of his mouth rise. "I won't tell anyone about it, but you have to be really careful. If Master Windu oder Master Yoda find out about your relationship, I won't be able to help you. It will be over. You can be glad that it's just me who found out."

Without thinking twice, you happily hug Obi-Wan and Anakin does the same. "Thank you, Obi-Wan", Anakin smiles and lays an arm around your waist as soon as you move away from Obi-Wan. "I'll correct what I said earlier: You both still have a lot to clean up. Enjoy yourselves", Obi-Wan giggles and turns around to go back to the elevator.

Before he leaves though, he turns around one last time. "And for your information: I already felt that she is in here before we even got into the apartment. Good evening", Obi-Wan bows down slightly and leaves.

Silence spreads again, but this time a pleasant one. "What did just happen?", Anakin asks and shakes his head to get a clear thought, brushing through his hair with his mechanical hand. "I have no idea but I think we got away with it", you answer and turn to look at him, both of his hands now on each side of your waist.

"I missed you so much, Anakin", you smile and take in every feature of his beautiful structured face. Your hand comes up to his cheek and you softly stroke over his skin with your thumb. "I missed you more", he whispers and turns his face to lightly kiss the inside of your hand, which makes you giggle. He slowly leans in and finally connects your lips again. His scent flows around you and your hand clings to his brown locks.

When he breaks the sensual kiss, he leans his forehead against yours and smiles at you gently. You can feel his hands sneak around your hip as he suddenly lifts you off the floor and spins you around a few times, making you both laugh. After he puts you onto the ground again, he pecks your lips one more time before retreating completely, only keeping your hands connected.

"So, you wanted to surprise me with food?", he teases with that stupid smile on his face that you love so much. Feeling offended, you hit his arm playfully. In response, he chuckles and just pulls you behind him into the kitchen, where you clean up the mess you made before settling yourself up on the couch, cuddling for the rest of the day.

[pigeonp0st]

Kara Danvers x Reader #2 pt 2

Words: 1,285

Part 1:^

Warnings: none

Tag: @karazorxel

Notes:

I’m kinda disappointed in this so sorry if it doesn’t live up to expectations. Sorry for any and all spelling mistakes. (Don’t be afraid to request anything, this goes to everyone.)

“Kara,” you groan, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of fighting off the cold, “this isn’t how I thought our forty-five minutes was going to be spent.”

“Yeah,” Kara agrees, digging her feet into the sand, “I was thinking about paris too but…”

“Wait,” you put a finger on her lips, shocked momentarily about how warm they are in the cold until you remember your girlfriend is an alien. Awesome. “How did you go from paris, to the beach outside your house?”

Kara smiles, pulling your finger away from her mouth and interlacing her fingers with yours, the warmth of her hand is a small relief against the cold. “I’m open minded,” Kara jokes, and then she’s gone, super speeding faster than your human eye to see, only to be back not a second later with a jacket in her hands. She helps you put it on and then drags you in for a hug to warm you up.

“Thank you, baby,” you sigh, perfectly content to spend your time together like this.

Kara doesn’t seem to agree though, because when you open your eyes again, after the expected gush of wind is over, you're standing in a hidden part of a market.

It’s a shock to be transferred from a secluded, quiet, beach, to a bustling outdoor market full of people, even this late. Kara’s beaming at you though, so you let her drag you from your hiding spot to a vendor with little complaint. Well, besides a mumbled, “warn me before you do that.”

The man Kara dragged you to seems to be selling ice cream. You let Kara choose a flavor for you while you glance around the market. Everybody seems to be selling their own things, some furniture, some sell vegetables, some sell flowers, or jewelry, or—or some people are performing. It’s really a sight to behold and not at all shocking for a homey town like Midvale.

“They open the market once every month for the whole day,” Kara mumbles from behind you, effectively bringing you out of your thoughts. “Clark told me he wanted to bring Lois today, since it’s our last day here.”

“This is a nice place to grow up...Midvale. The summers here must be fun,” You say, taking the offered cone from Kara and following besides her when she starts moving.

“They are,” Kara confirms, reminiscing, “can you imagine what it would have been like if we grew up together?”

You let out a snort, nodding. “You’d be getting me into a lot of trouble and my academic life would be struggling immensely.”

Kara glares at you playfully, “yeah, but you’d be having fun.”

A lot of fun, you’d imagine. Kara Danvers would have made life a lot easier back then, with her beaming smiles, and mischievous streak, but most importantly with her smartness. Good for homework. “I would be,” you concede. She smiles at you with chocolate ice cream around her lips.

Her smiles are very distracting, too distracting, that’s why you blame it solely on Kara Danvers when you bump into someone. To be fair, he wasn’t looking where he was going either since he was walking backwards.

“You okay?” You ask what looks to be a seven year old kid, steadying him with one hand so he doesn’t topple over.

His charcoal eyes snap to yours over his shoulder, and he simply shakes his head, eyes filling with tears. “I’m lost.”

Kara almost immediately hands you her ice cream and the napkin she used to wipe her mouth, before she crouches in front of the boy. “You don’t know where your parents are, kid?”

He shakes his head, looking down.

Kara tries again, “what’s your name?”

“Grey,” he answers, glancing up at you. You give him a smile.

“You’ve got a very cool name, Grey. Very intimidating.” You tell him, getting a small blush in response.

Kara sends you an amused look over her shoulder. “We’re in luck,” she tells you after a pause, “his parents are heading this way right now.”

Grey blinks at her curiously, “how do you know that?” He asks.

Kara gives him a wink, and tells him, to your disbelief, “superpowers.”

Kara really ought to be more careful, you think, but the look of astonishment that crosses Grey’s face makes you not care very much. He looks adorable, and you don’t really even mind that this emergency is biting into your forty-five minutes.

“Here,” you say, giving Kara her ice cream back, and giving Grey your melting one. You haven’t even started eating it yet. “You’re not allergic, are you?”

Grey shakes his head, grinning at you.

—-

Grey’s parents arrive ten minutes later. They’re very thankful towards you and Kara for looking after him, they even offered to purchase whatever you two needed to get at the market.

Kara objects though, and Grey gives you a big hug for the ice cream before he leaves, and to Kara he gives a high five for the comic book she brought him while they were waiting.

“The kid totally had a crush on you,” Kara tells you when you two are walking back home on the beach.

You raise an eyebrow at her, “why do you say that?”

“He blushed whenever you talked to him,” she huffs, swinging your joined hands. He did, and you noticed, you thought it was incredibly sweet, just as sweet that Kara got all smug when he did.

Kara’s never been too jealous with you, which was shocking since she acted very much like a puppy. The only times you can recall that she’s actually gotten jealous was when you bothered Kara to let you meet Lena Luthor, and then Cat Grant, all while she knew about your crush on them both.

“He reminded me of you, when we first met,” You admit teasingly. “Back when you still worshiped the ground I walked on.”

Kara laughs, shaking her head, “I still worship you, it’s just now i’m comfortable around you, and I know what you think of me.”

You smirk at her, tilting your head. “Yeah, Kara Zor-El? And what exactly do I think of you?”

Kara feigns thinking, eyebrows scrunched up adorably. “You think i’m strong, and cool, and that i’m your favorite hero,” she guesses lightly.

Your smirk softens into a smile. “You’re my only hero, Kara,” you tell her with no small amount of seriousness. “The only one i’ve ever really had.”

And it’s true, really, because Kara has always been there for you, more than everyone else. You don’t feel safe until you're with her anymore, and the only thing you can hope for is that Kara gets back half of what she’s given to you. Of what she continues to give to you.

“You’re my hero, too.” Kara whispers. It means more to you than she’ll ever know.

If Kara notices how emotional you’ve suddenly gotten she doesn’t say anything, just lets you have your moment to compose yourself. How is it that this woman always knows what you need, you think, how have you gotten so lucky?

“Thank you for coming with me on this trip,” Kara says some time later.

You nod fondly, and say, “thank you for inviting me.”

Another pause.

“Wanna race home?” Kara asks suddenly. You’re not one to say no to Kara very often so you agree only after you make her promise to not use her powers.

If you use Kara’s kindness to your advantage, and use a couple of bribes to win, who's going to know other than you two?

And if the two of you stumble into the house out of breath (you from running, Kara from laughing) only to steal Clark and Lois’s guest bedroom, they can’t really be mad.

[stxrrywildflower]

figlia

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - the team meets rossi’s daughter for the first time

warnings - none

word count - ?

note - figlia is daughter in italian

you sat in your final class of the day, drumming your fingers nervously along your thigh as your other hand was playing some random game.

it was still incredibly early in the morning, only ten am. you had just finished your final exam for your last class. school was done for the year when the last bell rang at 11. until then, your classmates had time to finish their finals before relaxing.

the way your high school worked was that finals took place over three days; monday, tuesday, and wednesday. you had five classes and each day was assigned two final exams until wednesday only had one. usually you had early dismissals on these days and today was no different. the school kept you for an extra amount of time on the last day so they could grade your last final and put together everyone’s report card. in just one hour, you could collect your final grades from the front desk and your summer vacation would begin.

you were honestly bored out of your mind. naturally, you decided to text/annoy your dad, david rossi. the entire family line was slightly complicated. all the mattered was that rossi was your biological dad while your mom was out of the picture. despite not having a mom to grow up with, rossi provided everything for you and was the best dad you could ask for.

“hi dad!” you first texted

“figlia! how’s school going?”

“i just took my last final. waiting to get my grades and then i’m allowed to go. anyway i can stop by quantico? i need a father-daughter lunch after this week 😔”

“you’re going to have to take the train in. i have some paperwork to do but i’m sure i can arrange something. how do you think you did on your exams?”

“i’m not sure if i want to talk about it.”

“that bad huh. i’m sure you did great y/n. you spent a ton of time studying.”

“hopefully you’re right.”

with that, you closed out of your messages app and went to book a train ticket to quantico. thankfully, there was one just twenty minutes after school ended which would give you enough time to get to the train station.

it was slightly nerve-racking that you would be visiting your dads work. while you were well aware of what rossi did for a living, he had never once allowed you to visit as he didn’t want you exposed to the graphic images and people he delt with every day. you knew you were a secret to the team and had no clue who anyone was.

the next hour passed by suprisingly quickly. when the bell rang, practically everyone in the classroom you were in let out a sigh of relief. it did, however, take a bit to get your final grades as your last name was rossi.

finally, one of the women at the front office handed you a file folder with a smile and a “have a good summer.” you waved goodbye to your friends before exiting school without a look back. you put in your earbuds and shuffled a random playlist as you walked to the train station. the train was right on time, you boarded with ease, no problems with your tickets.

you toyed with the edge of the file folder you were given back at school. sure, you could wait and look at your grades when you were with or dad. or, you could do it now and either celebrate or seek some form of comfort. you ended up choosing the later. with one final deep breath, you opened the folder up. your eyes darted down the page, a feeling of relief washing over you.

every single final exam you took, you passed with flying colors. only two out of five weren’t perfect scores. even then, they were both 98’s. you felt like crying, tears of happiness of course. all of the assignments moved your grades up to even higher a’s. all the nerves you felt about school melted away. now, you just had to tell your dad.

it took close to twenty minutes for you to arrive in quantico, virginia. the fbi building was right in front outside of the station. you walked along the sidewalk, holding your backpack close to you. there was only one entrance which greatly help you figure out where to go. the woman at the front desk was slightly suprised to see a teenager walking in but still greeted you with a smile.

“hello! can i help you?”

you nodded, “i’m here to visit my dad, david rossi. he mentioned a family file so i should be in there.” after a few seconds of typing, the woman smiled once again. “alright, i just need to check your bag real quick and then you’re good to go.”

after handing your bag over, you stepped back. there wasn’t anything bad inside, all just some school supplies and personal items. “you’re good to go, head over to the elevators and go up to the sixth floor. through the glass doors is the bau office. up the stairs is your fathers office. but i’m sure he’s most likely out and about,” the woman explained. you thanked her once more before making your way over to the elevators just as she had directed.

the ride up to the bau floor went by faster than you would have liked. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. it was just your dad and the people he worked with. when the elevator doors opened, it was just like the woman described.

before heading in, you looked through the glass doors. inside, your dad was talking to a blonde woman and then a skinny brunette man. you held your backpack a little tighter before pushing the doors open and walking in.

your dad noticed your presence immediately, standing up with a bright smile. just like the receptionist in the first floor, the entire bau team was incredibly confused on why a teenager was in the bullpen.

“figlia!” rossi greeted, hugging you tightly. you smiled at your fathers embrace. the entire team was even more confused. no one was entirely fluent in italian but they all knew a few words. rossi had all rubbed off on them. “daughter?” spencer mouthed to morgan.

once pulling away, you handed your dad the file folder. “have you looked yet?” rossi questioned. “yeah i have. not telling you until you look yourself,” you responded.

“alright well we can head up to my office. i’m sure you’d rather do it without prying eyes,” rossi smirked. you followed him up the stairs and down the catwalk. while your dad moved to sit at his desk, you had sat down at one of the seats. the room was silent, as the door was closed. that didn’t stop the stares from those at their desks. you were sure you would meet them later.

just like at school, you tapped your hands along your leg as rossi opened the file and scanned it. a proud smile broke out on his face as he stood up once again to hug you a second time. “you aced them!” your dad exclaimed.

“it only took many hours of studying and you having to make me pasta to calm me down but yeah, i did it,” you replied, feeling rather emotional.

a few stray tears flowed down your cheeks. it had been a really tough couple of days before that week. there had been a few nights where you completely broke down.

rossi was extremely proud of his daughter. just like you had said, you were extremely stressed out the weeks leading up to finals. on the bright side, it did give him some time to test out new pasta recipes. naturally, like the dad he is, rossi wanted to brag about you to the team.

“are you alright with meeting my team? it’s kinda inevitable since you’re already here but i figured we could do it now,” your dad asked. “sure, i know they’re confused. the skinny kid and the other guy have been looking up here and then talking.”

your dad chuckled at your observations. “alright well you can head into the conference room and i’ll bring everyone up.” after grabbing your bag, you stood up and exited the office. the room rossi mentioned was just a few feet from the office. all eyes were still on you as you walked down the catwalk.

by now, hotch was out of his office and down with the rest of his team in the bullpen. “hey hotch,” morgan called, “did you know rossi had a daughter?” the unit chief, who was reviewing a file with emily, turned towards morgan. the slightly confused expression on his face was a pretty good answer. “technically yes, only because it’s mentioned in his family finals. but other than that i’ve never met her and he’s never mentioned her at all. so yes and no,” hotch answered.

the group went silent as you emerged once again, heading to the left while rossi went right. “what?” rossi questioned the expressions on everyone’s faces. “you have a kid?” gracia asked.

“yeah i do. and she’s up in the conference room so you can all meet here,” rossi explained. within a few short moments, the team stood up and followed the senior agent up the stairs.

meanwhile, you were walking around the conference room, looking at the various decorations and furniture in the rooom. finally, you settled down in one of the chairs and used your foot to spin you around.

“y/n?” you heard your fathers voice from behind you. after spinning around, you stood back up and leaned against the table. rossi joined you by your side.

“this is my team,” rossi started, “from left to right that’s hotch, j.j., emily, derek, spencer, and penelope.” you waved at all of the new people, your smiling face matching there’s.

“it’s really nice to meet you y/n, i would say we’ve heard a lot about you but you’ve kinda been a mystery until today,” j.j. spoke up. “yeah well dad likes to keep me out of his work,” you explained. the team had to admit, it was really sweet seeing you call rossi ‘dad.’

“so why did you chose today of all days?” emily asked. “i finished school today and got my final grades. dad has been really helpful with studying so i wanted to let him know i passed.”

rossi scoffed, “she didn’t just pass, she aced all of her finals.” you nudged your dad with your elbow. “humble much?” you teased.

“what can i say, i’m just so proud of you, filgia,” rossi finished.

[accioxreparo]

light of my life

synopsis: All Fred wants to do is forget the war and everything that happened and he finds his perfect escape all the way in New York. In you. 

pairing: Fred Weasley x american!reader

warnings: mentions of the war, angst with a happy ending cause I refuse to have it any other way, also a slightly racy scene, there isn’t too much detail, it’s more implied

a/n: basically I’ve been making my way through @ickle-ronniekins masterlist slowly but surely and I know we’re all in a mood tonight but this was stuck in my head and it’s now noon four in the afternoon and I haven’t slept all night cause I was so focused on this whoops

~~~~~~

Fred Weasley has always considered himself to be reckless. 

As a kid he’d sneak into the shed behind the house and steal one of the brooms they kept in there. It took four falls, a sprained ankle, and broken arm until he taught himself how to fly. 

When he and George started at Hogwarts he promised they’d make a name for themselves. One completely unlike their brothers. Only two days passed before they planted dungbombs all over the dungeons. The smell that lingered alone meant Potions was cancelled for the rest of the week. Sure they’d been given a month's worth of detention but they had people from every house congratulating and thanking them for just as long..

It was only their second year when they decided they were going to open their own joke shop after leaving Hogwarts. Despite all the setbacks they’d had over the years Fred had never been more sure of anything. Even his last year, as he and George sat in their dorm late the night before their escape, they were positive they were making the right choice. 

Maybe running a joke shop in the middle of a war hadn’t been the safest thing. Especially not when they were using the basement level as a safehouse for members of the Order. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to provoke the Death Eaters wandering Diagon Alley. But it’d been five months since the attack at Bill’s wedding and Fred had been just so completely done with seeing their stupid faces parading around every day while he worried about whether or not his family was dead. 

Finally he couldn’t help himself. A couple well placed tricks lured a fair bit of them to an ambush. Maybe if he’d thought it through a little, listened to the plan instead of going off on his own, their shop wouldn’t have been burned to the ground during the fight. He, George, Bill, and Charlie had taken out a dozen Death Eaters that day though so maybe, just maybe it had been worth it. 

Except his only remaining safe haven was gone. The war he wanted no part in had taken too much from him. His shop he’d spent years building alongside George. His family home that he watched burn down. His youngest brother who he hadn’t heard from in months. So yeah, maybe it made him just a little more reckless. A little more desperate. 

But he was Fred Weasley after all and things had a funny way of working out in his favor. He would go on raids and taunt the Death Eaters like there was no tomorrow, which he supposed in a way there wasn’t. He was on the run for months but never once had he even been close to getting caught. 

There was a war raging and even though the life he’d always known had gotten ripped out from under him, there he was. And by Merlin did it make him feel unstoppable. When the Battle of Hogwarts came he stood tall and confident, a smirk gracing his face. He was Fred fucking Weasley. He was reckless and invincible. 

But then he died. 

Well, almost. 

One moment he was laughing at whatever joke Percy of all people had made and the next...well he wasn’t too sure what happened the next. He remembered bricks, a lot of them, and the sound of people screaming his name. Flashes of black, emptiness mingled with...had those been fireworks going off above the school? They couldn’t have been. He remembered not being able to breathe, this crushing feeling surrounding him until suddenly...it wasn’t. 

There was this strange gap in his memory before suddenly he was blinking his eyes open in the hospital wing. The tear stained face of his mother had been the first thing he saw. It was as each member of his family cried as they hugged him that he realized he may have been Fred Weasley but he was, in fact, not invincible. 

It took two days until Madam Pomfrey even let him sit up in his hospital bed. Another week passed where all he could do was think. Think and watch the aftermath of a Battle he’d missed play out around him. It was during that time that he came to a conclusion. 

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” 

His mum wasn’t too happy about it. It had only been two days since he was discharged and she was smothering him senseless. Though he supposed he could understand where she was coming from, she’d almost lost a son after all. Nevertheless it was a reminder of just that. A well meaning, nagging reminder that he had almost died. And he would have absolutely none of that. 

“I mean that as of tomorrow morning I will no longer be in this house,” Fred didn’t look away from where he was stuffing whatever useful items he could find laying around into a backpack. He wandered from the living room to the kitchen only to have his dad, Charlie, George, Ginny and Harry go uncharacteristically silent at his arrival. 

“And just where do you think you’re going to go?” Molly followed him into the kitchen, hands on her hips as she watched Fred stick some bottled up potions ingredients into his bag. 

“Anywhere,” Fred shot around, a grin on his face and a bottle of lavender sprigs in his hand. “Everywhere.”

“Sweetheart,” She didn’t notice the way he winced at the name. It was never a term he’d heard directed at him before. Dear, sure maybe every now and then. Troublemaker was usually the go to. But sweetheart? Never. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Especially after -”

“After what? After you thought I had died?” Fred purposely ignored the way each one of them grimaced at his words. “That’s exactly why I have to go!” 

“Running off to who knows where? That’s your plan?” 

“I don’t have a plan. I just know -”

“Oh, even better!” Molly threw the dish towel in her hand down on the floor and pointed an accusing finger between everyone for a few moments before finally focusing on Fred. “You’ve always been the most careless out of everyone, you know. I will not let you -”

“Will you just listen to me!” All it took was a shout and a stomp of his foot for Fred to feel like a child again. He needed to be heard, though, and nobody was listening. Everything came pouring out all at once without him meaning for it to. 

“I’ve done nothing, mum! I can’t sit in this house, in this place, after being a breath away from dying and pretend like everything is okay! I’ve always thought I was daring and out there and sure, maybe a little careless but I’ve never even left this bloody town. I’ve gone from here, to the school, to the shop and back a thousand times over but never anywhere else. You know what that shop was? It was safe. It was what I knew. I loved it, of course I did. I still do and one day we’ll rebuild. But I can’t go back there after being at death’s door without leaving first because then there’s no point.”

The kitchen of the Weasley house had never been silent but it was now. Nobody dared to speak a word. The more silence that passed, the more Fred’s words sank in and the more everybody realized that maybe he had a point. Even if they didn’t agree with it all, who were they to tell him what to do? Who were they to tell him to stay put and do as he always had when he was clearly so desperate to go? 

A few minutes of tense silence and awkward glances passed before Fred finally sighed to himself, stuffed the lavender sprigs in his bag, and muttered, “I’m leaving tomorrow morning from King’s Cross if any of you care to see me off.”

***

The war hadn’t been easy for you. It hadn’t been easy for anybody, especially for the people dealing with the brunt of Voldemort’s attacks in England, realistically you knew that. Still, it didn’t stop you from firmly believing that the world was conspiring against you for a time. Now that all was said and done you prided yourself on having bounced back quickly. 

You’d been at the helm of several restoration projects at MACUSA and now just a short while later you walked through the streets of Mac Square with ease, a smile on your face. It felt normal. Traces of the battle that had happened there were nowhere to be found. There were no more piles of ashes. No more scorch marks and stains littering the sidewalks. No more ruins to clean up. It was as it had always been. 

Well, almost. 

Standing right in the middle of the Square was a giant display of dark granite blocks, names carved on every inch of the space. Wooden benches sat every couple of feet but hardly anyone sat on them. Everyone had been much too eager to get on with their lives, pretend the past had never happened. There you sat though, staring at the words etched at the head of the display. In memoriam. 

“What do you do here everyday?” The voice startled you. A laugh rang in your ears as you held a hand to your chest, a hopeless attempt to slow your heart rate down again. “Sorry if I startled you.” 

The person didn’t hesitate to sit beside you on the bench. He, like most people, paid no mind to the display. Instead he turned, placing one of his legs on the bench so he was facing you. It took a few moments for your breathing to return to normal and finally you looked at him. Quite frankly, he wasn't what you were expecting. 

He was around your age, quite tall and well built. His bright red hair was an odd length between short and long and rather messy. He was donning jeans, worn white sneakers, a Weird Sisters t-shirt, and a windbreaker jacket whose sleeves were currently pushed up. 

“Do you always sneak up on people like that?” You said after a few moments, not missing the smirk on the person's face. 

“I’ve been told I’m usually rather loud,” He shrugged easily and settled further into the bench. “You were just very concentrated on your staring.” 

“And it didn’t occur to you that maybe that was for a reason?” The faint smile on your face gave away how amused you really were. 

“Well you’ve been sitting on this bench for the last ninety minutes and I simply figured you were either dead, asleep, or in desperate need of a distraction. Lucky for me, it was the last one.” The person reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch. He plucked one of whatever was in there out and tossed it into his mouth, grimacing as he bit into it. 

“What you’re really getting at is that you've been watching me for the last hour and a half.” You gave in and turned so you were facing the person you had yet to learn the name of.

“No,” He shook his head and ate another one of whatever item was in the bag. Jellybeans, upon closer inspection. “I’ve been watching you for the past week.” Just as you were about to mention how bad that sounded he motioned towards the building behind you. “My flat is just over there and every day I can look out the window and see you sit on this very bench around lunchtime and stare at that wall. Why?” 

His forwardness surprised you. For a brief moment you debated telling him. But he was a stranger, after all, so you decided against it. “Are you always this brash?” 

The stranger didn’t hesitate. “Unfortunately for you, yes.” 

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Then I’ll tell you,” He popped another jellybean in his mouth and nodded. “As long as you promise to tell me why you sit in front of this wall every day after.” 

“I’m not promising you anything. Not without knowing your name.” 

Your statement seemed to please the stranger and he smirked, offering you the pouch. You took a couple jellybeans but didn’t eat any just yet. Silence filled the air and for a moment this strange look flashed in the strangers eyes. It was gone as quick as it had appeared and soon he nodded. “I’ll make an exception but just this once.” 

“Oh how kind of you.” You offered him a smile because you recognized the look all too well. 

“Do I get to know your name at least?” He returned your smile, seemingly relieved to still have you as a distraction. 

“Maybe,” You shrugged and ate one of the jellybeans. Blueberry. “If you’re lucky.” 

“Fair enough,” The person grinned and ate another candy. He spit that one out quickly and made a disgusted face. “Liver.” 

“That’s your name? Liver?” Your smirk quickly softened when he laughed again. It was a sound you would be happy to get used to. 

“No,” He put away the pouch of jellybeans, having been put off by the last one he’d had the misfortune of biting into. “Though it’d be a fine name wouldn’t it?”

“If that’s your thing, sure.” 

He studied you for a few moments, staring in a way that had you wishing you could peer into that mind of his. “Fred Weasley.” 

The sudden beeping of your watch had you quickly standing up, pulling the bag at your feet onto your shoulder. “Well, Fred Weasley, it was nice talking to you but I have to get back to work. The members of the MACUSA Cabinet are sticklers for punctuality.” 

“Wait,” He, Fred as you’d found out, sat up on the bench and you paused your movements easier than you normally would have. “What about your name?” 

Something about him and the way he looked at you in that moment made you want to sit back down beside him, meetings be damned. You weren’t above toying with him a little though so you gave him another soft smile. “I said I’d tell you if you were lucky. Are you lucky, Fred Weasley?” 

Fred thought about what you were asking him. He thought of the countless things he’d gotten away with at school. Of all the fights he walked out of without a scratch. Of the fact that he was sitting on that bench at that moment talking to you. He grinned and finally nodded once, “I’d say so, sure.”

“Well then,” You lifted your bag higher on your shoulder and slowly took a few steps backward. “If you’re so lucky then I’m sure you’ll find me soon and I’ll tell you then.” 

You walked away in the direction of where the MACUSA offices were, a newfound ease to your every step. Meanwhile Fred watched you walk away, already wondering when he’d see you again, until you were just a blurry figure in the distance. 

***

After five hours of running up and down to different meetings the only thing you wanted to do was go home and sit. The last thing you were expecting to find was Fred Weasley standing in the middle of the lobby. Though you had to admit, he as a welcome distraction. He looked out of place, the jacket he’d been wearing earlier a stark contrast to all the suits and dress robes. 

“Told you I was lucky,” Fred pushed himself off of the pillar he’d been leaning on the moment he saw you step off one of the elevators. 

“I wouldn’t call it luck,” You sighed as you approached him, the two of you already making your way out of the building side by side. “Maybe good listening and decent investigative skills is more accurate.” 

“I’ll take it,” Fred laughed and held the door open for you as the two of you left the offices. He had no clue where he was going but he trusted that you did. “Now I believe the grand prize for my successfully locating the MACUSA offices was the pleasure of knowing your name.” 

You didn’t say anything though, not right away. The two of you walked at least three blocks before you looked around to make sure no one was looking and took out your wand. Fred watched as you touched a series of bricks and a portion of the wall faded away to reveal a new alleyway. He followed you without hesitation. 

The apartment buildings looked like every other complex he’d seen. Upon closer inspection though, they were each different. One had flowers painted all up and down the sides, enchanted so they were blooming. Another looked like a dozen single homes stacked on top of each other. Yet another had a phoenix watching over a playground, flying between a couple different buildings. 

You watched Fred spin around a few times, taking in everything that now surrounded him. There was a light in his eyes that you’d seen only a glimpse of that morning, one that held wonder beyond belief. It was going at full force now and you felt a strange desire to keep it there. “You hungry, Fred Weasley?”

***

“Ever heard of twenty questions?” 

“Can’t say I have, Y/N,” Fred answered through a mouthful of waffles. You’d told him your name on the way to the diner and he’d wasted no time in repeating it over and over to himself. He threw his head back against the vinyl booth the two of you were sitting in and made a satisfied noise. “Would you believe I’ve also never had breakfast for dinner. What do you think it is about nighttime that makes waffles so good?” 

“Forbidden fruit I guess.” 

“So how’s this game of yours work?” 

“Pretty simple,” You drank the rest of your coffee and moments later a pitcher came floating from the counter to refill your cup. As the cream and sugar mixed themselves into the coffee you reached into your bag and pulled out a pen, placing it on top of a napkin. “I ask you a question, you answer. Then you ask me a question and I answer. We keep going until all twenty questions have been asked.” 

“Where’d you learn this game?” Fred asked without thinking as he picked up his milkshake. The pen scribbled a single tally mark on the napkin and he quickly put down the large cup, shaking his head. “That doesn’t count!” 

“Afraid it does,” You laughed when he glared at the pen before turning back to face you. “We played it at the beginning of every year at Ilvermorny to make the incoming first years feel more welcome. 

“Ilvermorny.” Fred repeated what you’d told him, as if testing it to see if the word was real.

“You have heard of it, haven’t you?” It was your turn to frown when the pen scribbled down another tally mark. 

“I have,” Fred nodded but avoided your gaze, instead focusing on digging the cherry out from under all the extra whipped cream he’d insisted on ordering with his milkshake. “I just don’t think I’ve ever really realized what was out there in the real world.” 

“Well you’re here now,” The words left you without warning. They brought the smile back to Fred’s face though so you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. “Ask away.” 

And he did. He asked you about Ilvermorny and you told him basic things like your house and what it was like. You, in return, asked him about Hogwarts and all he’d told you about was his own house and the dozens of situations that occurred while he was there. An hour passed and the two of you had made your way through almost the entire game. Fred had ordered another milkshake and you had had two more cups of coffee. 

“Eighteen, what were you doing at the MACUSA offices earlier?” Fred leaned forward on the table, lowering his voice to a whisper as if you were swapping trade secrets back and forth. “You don’t seem like the government type. No offence.” 

“None taken,” You smiled before following his movements, leaning forward and accidentally spilling a bit of your coffee. “And if you must know I was meeting with the officials who are in charge of the classes taught at Ilvermorny. Now that restoration is complete I’m supposed to start teaching there again.” 

“So you’re a professor,” Fred’s response had come out as an observation instead of a question. He’d quickly mastered how to get around the pen marking every single thing he said as another tally. 

“Of sorts,” You gave a shrug and pushed your coffee aside. “Despite what they’ll have everyone believe the curriculum is dated at best and incompetent at worst. I taught myself more than any of my professors did and since then I’ve been working on rewriting the teachings of a school hundreds of years old so you can only imagine how that’s going for me.” 

For a very brief moment Fred thought of his last year at Hogwarts and all the times he’d snuck around for Dumbledore’s Army meetings. He thought of the fact that it was only the start of his career during the war. The lessons they’d worked on had come in more handy than anyone knew. He thought of...no. He refused to think about it any longer so instead he quickly shook his head and forced another smile onto his face. “I believe it’s your turn.” 

“Nineteen,” You didn’t notice Fred’s break in his own composure and thought to yourself for a moment as you dug a pile of dragots out of your bag and set them on the table. “Why are you here, Fred Weasley?” You quickly continued when you saw the smirk cross his face. “Here meaning America, not the diner with me.” 

He laughed at your clarification. The two of you had only known each other for a few hours at best and it already felt like you knew him inside and out. He liked the idea more than he cared to admit. 

“I needed a change after everything,” Fred shrugged, watching your face carefully for any sign of disappointment in his answer. He never found one though. Instead you looked at him, a soft grin on your face and maybe it was the homey feel of the diner or the colored lighting that softened your every feature or maybe even just the ease he felt while talking to you but he knew exactly what his last question would be. “Twenty, would you consider doing this with me again tomorrow?” 

Your answer came almost immediately. “Absolutely.”

***

Two months after that dinner at Red’s Diner, Fred was moving into your apartment in the Art District. Upon seeing the building that was yours, one with painted birds fluttering across the bricks, he’d told you it suited you with a smile. That night as the two of you were eating dinner at Red’s he kissed you for the first time, admitting to you in a quiet whisper that for the first time since he left home he felt okay. 

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t press the topic any further. You were comfortable around Fred and yet everything he did was wildly unpredictable in the best ways. Life with him was never boring and it was exactly what you needed. It had been a long time since you yourself had felt fine with your own life but with Fred it was so much more than that. He was home and you didn’t hesitate to tell him that. 

A month after he moved in you told him about the wall he’d first found you sitting in front of, the one meant to commemorate those who had died in the war. You told him about your own part in it, the fights that raged on for days in the biggest wizarding hubs in America. Despite what was believed, England wasn’t the only place invaded by Death Eaters. You told him about the names you stared at on the wall. Your best friend. Your little sister. Your father. Countless people you’d met at school. 

Fred held you close as you told him everything. You spoke so easily about what you’d gone through while he didn’t even dare think about what he had lived through himself. He came to the realization then that maybe you were stronger than him in ways he couldn’t even begin to fathom. It was after realizing that when he came to the conclusion that he loved you, completely and wholeheartedly. And he told you so. 

Three months after that was the first night you woke up to screaming. The moon was shining high in the sky and you’d been startled awake when Fred shot up in bed gasping for air, eyes wide and bloodshot. You were quick to reach for him but when the sound of your voice couldn’t bring him out of whatever trance he was stuck in you crawled into his lap. Your hands reached for his face, bringing his eyes to meet yours. The sight of tear stains on his flushed cheeks surprised you. So did the sudden realization that he was gripping his wand tightly in one of his hands.

“Hey,” You spoke gently, still cradling his face in your hands. “You’re okay, I’m right here.” It took a few minutes of your soft reassurances before he finally looked at you. He was brought back to reality and relief flooded his entire body. His wand fell out of his hand to the floor and he collapsed into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame as he buried his head in your chest. He shut his eyes and tried to keep his cries silent. “I’m right here.”

Two hours later Fred had managed to fall back asleep but he hadn’t let you go once. You were sitting against the headboard of the bed with his head in your lap, gently running a hand through his hair that had grown considerably longer. His breathing had evened out but you didn’t dare move him. A pain shot through you at the memory of him crying into your shoulder and you wanted more than anything to know how you could help him. Instead you were left wondering what it was that had woken him up and left him so scared. 

You were brought out of your own sleep the next morning by the feeling of Fred aimlessly drawing random shapes on the bare skin of your thighs with his fingers. He was considerably calmer now but when he looked up at you you knew he was still thinking about the previous night. 

“Did I wake you?” His voice was hoarse and the usual smile he wore every morning was nowhere to be seen. 

“No,” You lied. Fred needed your reassurance and you were more than willing to give it to him. “Been awake for a while.” 

Fred watched you for a moment as he tried to gauge how you were feeling. He hated being pitied more than anything else but there was no trace of the feeling on your face. A little bit of concern, sure, but that was to be expected after what he vaguely remembered putting you through. Mostly though you met his gaze with the same look of adoration you gave him every morning, one he usually returned. But at the moment his mind was hurtling out of control and never before had he had anybody at his side to deal with it alongside. 

He shuffled a little on the bed until he was more comfortably curled up into you. You felt like peace and that was something he was currently craving. “Can I -” He bit his lip and went silent, suddenly not sure if it was okay. “Can I tell you about it?” 

“Of course,” Your answer was automatic despite not knowing what ‘it’ was. You didn’t have to know, though. Nothing he could say, nothing that had happened, would ever change how you felt about Fred Weasley. You hugged him tighter to reassure him of that.

Several minutes of silence passed. The faint chatter coming from outside the window was the only noise that filled the room. It was almost cruel, Fred thought, the way everybody else went on with their Saturday morning while he sat there helplessly reliving that stupid war for the thousandth time. Finally with a shaky sigh he began telling you his story. 

“I saw it all happen.” You knew what he meant the moment the words left his mouth. 

“I can remember the night Harry yelled about you-know-who being back clear as day. I can remember him crying over Cedric Diggory’s body and the screams of his father when he saw that his son was dead. God, at the time I wanted nothing more than to be in that stupid tournament and I hate the fact that now I’m glad I wasn’t. I hated him, you know. Cedric. All because of a bloody game of Quidditch he beat us in. I’d give anything to take that back.”

You pretended not to notice the damp feeling soaking through your sleep shirt. Tears. 

“Nobody believed him. A boy died and nobody believed Harry. Instead we were all tortured for a year. The ministry likes to pretend they didn’t make it happen but there’s no other word for it. She made us write lines in our own blood, what else do you call it? And my dad -” He stopped, a particularly loud and shaky exhale leaving his body as he gripped you tightly. “He almost died that year all because nobody wanted to believe it. And George and I we’d just had enough of it, you know? So we left. For just a day everyone in that school was a child again and we made it happen. I don’t regret it, not at all. But maybe if we had stayed, maybe if we had made just a little more of an effort...maybe then my brother and my sister and our friends wouldn’t have had to fight off Death Eaters alone. They shouldn’t have had to, they were children. We all were. But nobody believed them and they were children and they watched somebody we cared about die that night. Why didn’t anybody believe them!” 

Everything you were hearing was new to you. Fred had told you about his family countless times, true, but never like this. He’d mentioned them by name a few times and told you stories about the summers they were all home but this? He had literally been in the middle of the war right alongside the Golden Trio you had heard so many rumors about. He was shaking, sobbing into your shoulder again and you had no idea what to say. So you settled for holding him, a silent promise that none of that would ever happen to him again, not if you had anything to say about it. 

It wasn’t until his breathing had evened once more that he worked up the courage to speak again. He swallowed thickly and his voice cracked but he powered through. Oddly enough a small weight had lifted off of his shoulders but there was still something holding him down. 

“I was never scared. I knew exactly what was coming. That’s why me and George opened the shop in the first place. Because people have to find hope somewhere after all. So we laughed and we made jokes and we made other people happy and that was enough. Death eaters burned down our house but we rebuilt it. Ron was poisoned by one of them but Harry saved him like always. Dumbledore was murdered by a professor at the school who we trusted but even then we were okay because we, the Order, knew exactly what to do. Not even at Bill’s wedding was I scared. They attacked and people were killed and others went missing but I wasn’t scared. I was furious. I was angry and I did everything I could to make sure those Death Eaters knew it. I was -” 

Fred stops again. He’s not hesitant because of a bad memory this time, no. He remembers the day he and his brothers fought the Death Eaters in Diagon Alley and what happened as a result. Shame burns through him at that moment. At the reminder of what he did. 

“I wanted them to go away, that’s all. It - It was war and you do desperate things and I didn’t mean to do it. But dark magic is hard to control, most of all a curse like fiendfyre. I’m the one who cast it and I put it out eventually but not before it reached the shop. I stood there and I watched it burn and I told George, Bill, and Charlie that it was the death eaters who cast the curse. They believed me. After that I fought and I ran and I laughed and fought some more and I was never scared, not once. Maybe that’s why.” 

You couldn’t help yourself. Fred had stopped talking but he wasn’t done feeling. That you knew for a fact. It’s what prompted you to ask, “Why what?” 

You didn’t even notice that you’d been crying yourself until Fred turned his head to look at you, frowned, and reached up to wipe away your tears. There was no hesitation in your movements as you leaned into his touch and gently placed your hand over his own. He looked only at you as he continued. 

“Why I died.” He paused once more to reach for your other hand, intertwine it with his own, and press a soft kiss to it, reassuring you that despite his statement he was still there in your shared room right next to you. 

“Madam Pomfrey told me after I was being particularly difficult one night. Percy had brought me to the hospital wing after the blast that knocked down that wall in the courtyard crushed me. She said she was the one who checked me herself. I was dead. She told my mum with tears in her eyes that I was gone and suddenly two minutes later I was opening my eyes again. I didn’t know why they were all crying. I didn’t know why they hugged me and kept repeating that I was alive. I didn’t process any of it until I woke up a couple nights later because I couldn’t breath. I was being crushed under the weight of a thousand bricks but I opened my eyes and there was nothing there. Only me and the dark room and flashes of every single thing that I had done during the war who’s ending I missed. That’s why I really left. Because that night was the first time I was scared. The worst part is that I wasn’t scared of the war that wasn’t even happening anymore. I was scared because I really thought I had accomplished a lot and it took dying to know that I really didn’t.” 

“Look at me,” You said after only a few seconds, once it was clear that Fred had finished telling you his story. He listened to you, sitting up fully and watching as you turned to face him completely. “You are here and well and I could not love you more. What was that thing you said. You made other people happy and that was enough. I’ve heard your stories, each one you tell with the widest grin. I’ve seen you play with those kids from two floors down and the smile you put on their faces. I absolutely know that even when things were dark you did everything you could to bring a little light into the world. And listen to me, Fred Weasley, that is way more than enough and I never want to hear you say or even think otherwise. Okay?” 

For a minute all he did was stare at you. He wasn’t quite sure what it was he was looking for but very slowly a soft smile grew on his face and he found himself nodding. Then without warning he launched himself forward, held your face in his hands, and kissed you. It was hard and passionate and filled with a thousand emotions. He was positive then, as the two of you moved together, wrapped in a blanket of love and reassurance, that he never wanted to leave your side. You were the one who made his world good. You were the one who made him feel better and loved beyond belief and that was really all he could ask for. 

***

The door of your apartment slammed shut behind you and almost immediately you were pushed against the wall. Frantic, wandering hands quickly removed Fred’s jacket and unzipped the front of your dress. Even in between heated kisses you could still taste the chocolate malted milkshake he had drank at Red’s earlier. A laugh escaped you at the fact as you gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. 

“Why are you laughing, this is a very serious moment,” Fred asked, a smile playing on his lips as he slipped the dress off your shoulders. 

“No reason,” You shook your head, kissing him once more as you unbuckled his jeans. Another laugh soon escaped you when he nearly fell over trying to get them off. 

“You’re so mean,” He teased, pulling the long sleeve shirt you’d been wearing underneath the dress off. Then he glanced at the thigh high boots you were wearing and sighed. “Darling, I really do love the sight of you in those boots of yours but they are such a hassle to get off at times like this, you know.” 

“Which is why last time I wore these,” You quickly moved to unzip them, taking them off one at a time with a smirk on your face. “You had me keep them on.” 

Fred wasted no time in reaching for you again once the boots were off, lifting you off the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you in the direction of the room. “You know,” He said once reaching the bed. “The lease on the apartment is ending soon.” 

“What a -” You were cut off by your own moan as he sucked a mark on the skin of your neck. “An odd thing to bring up now of all times.” 

“I just thought,” Satisfied with the mark left on your skin, he started peppering wet kisses down your body, stopping every now and then to bite softly and speak words in between. “Maybe we’d try living somewhere else. Like London.” 

“Are you serious?” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. There had only been a few times when the two of you discussed meeting Fred’s family and each time had ended in a firm ‘one day’. The statement surprised you but didn’t distract you from the feeling of your legs being pushed apart the farther down Fred went. 

“Of course,” Even as he kissed the soft skin of your thighs you could feel the smirk playing on his lips as he heard your breathing quicken. “I’ve been dying to show my fiancée off to everyone, you know.”

“Maybe we should -” A sudden gasp escaped you at the feeling of the fabric of your underwear snapping against your skin. You glared a bit when Fred chuckled softly at your reaction. “We should discuss me meeting your family later. Maybe when we aren’t half naked?” 

A real laugh escaped Fred at your words but he quickly smirked again and resumed his previous actions. “As you wish.” 

***

Nervous was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. But it was all you felt now as you stared at the home you knew was the Burrow. The Weasley family home. An endless stream of butterflies fluttered in the pit of your stomach and you had to resist the urge to fiddle with the glittering ring on your finger to calm yourself. That was how you’d lost it only a few days ago in the middle of moving all the boxes around your new apartment in one of the wizarding boroughs in London, only a couple blocks from Diagon Alley. 

The decision to move came easy for both you and Fred. He was confident that he could face everything and everyone again. The morning he’d told you everything was the morning he realized talking it through with you was more than helpful. And you had happily handed over the revised curriculums to the Headmistress of Ilvermorny only a day before leaving New York. From what you heard, there was another school who could do with the same treatment and you were eager to assist. 

It’d been exactly eleven days since the two of you had moved to London. While Fred had seen his family a couple times now, he was insistent on wanting to give you a big reveal. The only person he’d let into the apartment was George, who upon meeting you loved you instantly. The three of you had spent all day talking, swapping stories usually at Fred’s expense. 

Finally that morning he’d woken you up with a grin, had you get ready, and told you it was time for your first Weasley family dinner. Or lunch, technically. 

“Hey,” Fred stepped in front of you and immediately saw the nervous look in your eyes. He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly, resting his forehead on yours right after. With that one small movement your nerves faded away and you visibly relaxed. “Everyone is going to love you. Promise.” 

“I’m trusting you on that,” You spoke after a few seconds, a smile making its way onto your face. With a satisfied grin, Fred took your hand and pulled you in the direction of the house. 

You were fully expecting to be ambushed the moment you walked through the door, you were prepared for it. Instead you were met with a silent house. Fred wasn’t phased though, he simply led you through the rooms. You walked through a living room whose walls were covered in moving pictures, the kitchen where a pile of pots and pans were washing themselves in the sin, and finally into the backyard. That’s where everyone was waiting. 

“She’s real!” 

“Shove off,” Fred rolled his eyes at the sudden exclamation as he finally stopped, still holding onto your hand to keep you comfortable. He looked at you, the look on his face softening when he did so. “This is everyone.” 

“You aren’t going to introduce me?” You asked, a slight smirk making its way onto your face. 

Fred laughed and glanced around at everyone else before matching the look on your face. “They’re going to ambush you one by one anyway. Figured I’d save at least one of us the trouble.” 

That was all the confirmation anyone needed to hear. Before you knew it you were being pulled into a tight hug by the first person to reach you. 

“We’ve heard so much about you, dear!” Molly was beaming as she held you at arms length. “Even prettier than he said. Told us about you in every letter he sent, you know.” 

“Did not,” Fred, who’d taken a step back and was now standing beside George, met your eyes, saw your smirk widen, and immediately knew he was never going to hear the end of it. 

“He did too,” Ginny walked up to you next and glanced between you and her brother. You recognized the familiar mischievous glint in her eyes and already knew you were going to love her. “Mum read them out loud and everything.”

“Mum!” 

“Sorry, dear,” You could tell by the tone in her voice that Molly wasn’t sorry at all. She simply smiled, squeezed you once more, then walked over to Fred placing a hand on his cheek. “They were adorable.” 

“I think she even has one framed,” You recognized Charlie by the dragon tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of his shirt. He didn’t hesitate to throw his arm over your shoulders in greeting. “What was it you wrote? ‘Her smile shines brighter than the city lights, mum, I swear.’” 

“Who knew you were so poetic?” Ron mimicked Charlie’s movements, leaning on your other shoulder. He looked at you with an amused smile. “You really bring out the best in our dear, Freddie, Y/N.” 

For once Fred didn’t mind the teasing. It was worth seeing the way your eyes lit up, head tossed back in laughter alongside his family. He wondered as he watched Ginny pull you towards the table why he hadn’t introduced you sooner. You fit right in with everyone and he loved it. He loved you. 

It was Hermione who finally mentioned the ring you were wearing as you piled food onto your plate. She grinned, taking your left hand to examine it. “When’s the wedding, then?” 

“The what?” Came chorused from no less than eight people. 

“Don’t tell me none of you noticed,” Fleur said, suddenly appearing on the other side of Hermione to look at the ring. 

“It was obvious,” Percy, who was already eating, shrugged. He’d been the only one to quietly give you his congratulations, smiling excitedly as he did so. 

“Why didn’t you tell us!” Molly scolded, flinging one of the dish towels at Fred who quickly ducked out of the way. 

“Why’d you think I wanted everyone here? Just for fun?” Fred defended, not moving fast enough to dodge the balled up napkin Bill threw at him. 

“You could have at least said you had news or something,” Bill appeared behind you and Fred quickly, hugging you both at once. “This is huge.” 

“It really is,” Harry agreed, placing a hand on Fred’s shoulder. “None of us thought you’d be next.”

“Well,” Fred only smiled, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you close and kissed your cheek softly. You looked up at him, practically beaming. “Only the best for my love.” 

“You should’ve told us sooner,” Arthur happily smiled at the scene from where he was standing right beside Molly. “Your mother’s been waiting to plan another wedding since Bill and Fleur’s.” 

It wasn’t a lie, as evidenced by the flurry of questions that were shot your way. How’s and when’s and everything in between. Needless to say as all of you sat around the table that summer afternoon several decisions were made. Upon being asked by Molly when you two wanted the wedding to be Fred had immediately told her as soon as possible. She smiled at the sight of him looking at you with pure adoration and pushed back the happy tears in her eyes. 

The conversation finally changed topic as the afternoon went on. Night had fallen and everyone had drifted from the table to around a fire that had been enchanted to act more as decoration and less like a heat source. You sat on a blanket that had been laid on the grass, happily leaning against Fred who held you to him. 

“We’re going to reopen the shop,” George announced with a smile when everyone started talking about what they were going to do now that the ministry was finished being rebuilt. Fred had been quick to tell him the truth about the fiendfyre incident after returning to which he only received a nod and an ‘it’s fine, I knew’. “We’ve already started building up our inventory again.” 

“Really?” Everyone had been waiting for the day the two of them would decide to reopen the shop. The structure had been put up quickly after the end of the war. All that was left was the cosmetics on the outside and the matter of stocking everything. 

“Besides,” Fred grinned as he glanced around at his family. “Everyone needs a little light in their life right?” 

It was late at night, after Fred dragged you up to his childhood bedroom insisting that you needed to see it and sleep there at least one night to get the full experience, that he pressed his lips to yours in a way that left your head spinning wonderfully. 

“You’re mine, you know,” He whispered the statement into the night, afraid that if he spoke too loud he would ruin the moment. “The light of my life.” 

The words he said to you were soft and beautifully intimate and unlike anything you’d heard before. After everything, wars and trauma and so much else, you were there together in that moment in time. And you were ecstatic. You kissed him again, softly, and smiled as you spoke against his lips, “And you’re mine.”

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

The devil within

Summary: Summer time is supposed to be fun and worried free right? Not when you live in Derry. The capital of kids going missing. But what could cause all these kids to go missing? I think it has something to do with the clown I keep seeing.

I hopped on to the back of Stan’s bike putting my hands on his shoulder. “Do you thing that you going to be able to fix him up?” Stan asked. “If it’s not too deep. I just need more rubbing alcohol to clean it. You saw that state he was in. The cut needs to be clean to prevent infection.” I said. “You’re starting to sound like Eddie.” Stan said. “Shut up. My dad works in a hospital of course I would be like this.” I said. Stan just let out a chuckle.

We rode into town and I could Eddie going off about something but I really wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. We stopped in the ally way between Keen’s drug store and the butcher shop. I got off Stan’s bike pulling my bag to the side and pulled out five dollars. “Here get me a couple of bottles please.” I said as I held out my money. Eddie was the one who took the money from me. He, Stan, and Bill left to go inside the store leaving me and Ben with Richie. “I’m glad I got to meet you before you died.” Richie said. “Richie shut up.” I said as I motion to a crate for Ben to sit down as I pulled out my first aid kit from my bag again. I pulled out some gauze, medical tape and a pen of dermabond. “What’s that for?” Ben asked pointing at the dermabond pen. “Oh this? It’s basically like superglue but for wounds. They use it in the operating room instead of stitching sometimes.” I said. “Does it hurt?” Ben asked. “No not really it does sting for the first couple seconds but that’s it.” I said. Ben gave me an unsure look but nodded anyways. “Don’t worry Ben my dad showed me what to do. You’re in good hands with me.” I said patting him on the knee.

It was a few minutes later the boys came back with the rubbing alcohol in a plastic bag. “Here Y/n.” Stan said as he handed me the bag. “Thanks boys.” I said taking the bag from him setting it on the ground and pulling out on of the bottles opening it. I grabbed a piece of gauze and put some of the rubbing alcohol on it. “Okay now Ben this going to sting.” I said. Ben nodded. I started to clean the wound and I got hear Ben start to let out small whimpers of pain. It took three piece of gauze with rubbing alcohol to clean the wound. I grabbed a fresh piece of gauze and pressed against it. “Ben can you keep pressure on the gauze while I get the dermabound ready?” I asked. Ben nodded and kept pressure on the gauze while I grabbed the dermabound pen taking it out of its packaging and cracked it. “Okay you can let go now.” I said as Ben took his hand off of the gauze. I took it off the wound and started to apply the dermabound. I could hear Ben suck in his breath. “I wasn’t lying about it stinging was I?” I asked letting out a small laugh. “Yeah you’re right it does really only last a couple of seconds.” Ben said. I ended up using two dermabound pens. “Y/n?” Ben asked. “Yeah.” I said. “I wouldn’t need to go see a doctor or anything to get this off do I?” Ben asked. “No you don’t as this heals it will just come off itself. I recommend keeping it covered to keep from picking at it. I’ve had to use it before and my dad would always get on my case when I picked at it. If you do it when come off and that hurts like hell trust me.” I said. “Got it.” Ben said. I put something over it the wound to protect it. “There you go you’re all fixed up.” I said as I started to pick up. “Are you okay? That looks like it hurts?” I heard a female voice say. I looked over to see Bev walking over to us. “Oh. No I’m good. I just fell.” Ben said lying through his teeth. “Yeah right into Henry Bowers.” Richie said. “Shut it Richie.” Bill said. “Why it’s the truth.” Richie said. “You sure they got the right stuff for Y/n to fix you up?” Bev asked. “Yeah she just needed more rubbing alcohol.” Ben said. “Well boys I got other places to be. You think you got it from here?” I said. “Yeah we got it from here.” Bill said. I nodded as I got up from the ground walking away and threw the trash away as I made my way back home.

Along the way I texted Henry to see if we could talk. He texted back saying that he was at his house with Belch and Vic. He asked if he needed to send Belch to come and get me. I texted him back saying that I didn’t mind walking. Which he didn’t like to hear with the all the kids that went missing and he was sending belch anyways and to stay where I was. I let out a sigh as I waited on Belch to come to get me. I only had to wait for about five minutes Belch came and got me taking me to Henry’s house. I didn’t want to tell Belch about the reason that I wanted to talk to Henry. But I think that he knew why I wanted to talk to Henry. He and Vic seem to know how close Henry and I were. The two also knew that I was friends with the others.

When Belch pulled up to Henry house I saw that Henry and Vic were outside. “I think I know what you need to talk to Henry about.” Belch said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about I just want to spend some time with you guys.” I said. “Y/n I know that you know what happened today. Is he okay?” Belch said. “Is who okay?” I asked. “That kid. I knew that you might be the one to help fix him up.” Belch said. “Yeah I did fix him up. We just had to go into town for more rubbing alcohol.” I said. “Thank you.” Belch said. “Of course come on we better go join the others before Henry gets upset.” I said. “Yeah you’re right.” Belch said parking his car and we both got out.

I went over to Henry giving him a hug. Usually when I did this around the other boys he would pull me away form from him. It was always because of Patrick who would always make some sort of comment about me which would piss Henry off. Henry would get pissed if anyone made a sexual comment about me. If I didn’t say anything about it Henry would. I would always have to pull him away from beating their ass. Since I noticed Patrick wasn’t with them he hugged me back.

We spent the next few hours just hanging out around Henry’s house. Not long after Vic and Belch left just leaving me and Henry. We were in his room sitting on his bed. I put my head on his shoulder and he put his hand on top of mine. “Did you fix that kid up?” Henry asked. “Yeah I did. Why did you do it?” I said. “I don’t know and I know you hate when I give you that answer. It’s just.” Henry said but stopped. “But it’s about what you’re dad puts you through isn’t it?” I asked. “I just hate him so much.” Henry said. “I know. Once we graduate we’ll leave this town.” I said. “You and me against the world.” Henry said as he kissed my head. “You and me.” I said. I pulled out my phone to check the time. I saw that it was getting closer to curfew and that Butch would get home soon and I wanted to leave before he did. “It’s getting late I should head home.” I said. “Yeah I don’t what you to be here when he gets home.” Henry said. “I’ll text you when I get home.” I said as I got up from his bed. “I’ll see you later.” Henry said. I walked out of his room and made my way to the front door but the sounds of a car door closing made me stop in my track. Henry was quick to appear at my side pushing me behind him as the door open and Butch walked in. “Well what do we have here?” Butch asked as he closed the door. “She was just leaving.” Henry said. “It is getting late why don’t I get you a ride home sweetie.” Butch said as he stepped closer to us. “Oh no sir that not necessary I don’t mind walking.” I said. “Not with all these kid going missing. How would you folks feel if you went missing next because you didn’t let me take you home?” Butch said. Of course he would go there knowing that I wouldn’t have a choice but to let him take me home. I didn’t want him to take me home. I hated being in the same room with him. I definitely never wanted him to give me a ride home because I’m so scared that he might try something. “Alright.” I said quietly. “Come on now sweetie.” Butch said motioning me to follow him. As I followed him Henry was holding on to my hand until he couldn’t reach me anymore.

I followed him out of the house and to his police car. I got into the car and was basically sitting on the edge of the seat to be as far away as I could. “Come on now sweetie you don’t have to sit like that.” Butch said as he grabbed me by the arm pulling me onto the seat. My heart was beating so fast I was surprised that he couldn’t hear it. As he started to drive me to my house he had put a hand on my leg and started to move it under my shorts. I closed my eyes as I turned my head away. I just wanted to get home and away from him. “I don’t get why you hang out so much with that boy. He will never make you feel good that way a man would.” Butch said moving his hand further up my shorts. “I c-ca-can wa-w-walk the rest of the way.” I said. “It still some time away.” Butch said. “It’s fine. I can handle it.” I said. Butch had stopped the car and roughly grabbed me by the chin forcing me to look at him. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. “Now come on sweetie how do you think I feel. I’m a police officer. It’s my job to protect people.” Butch said as he put his face just inches away from me. “Please don’t.” I said as tears fell from my eyes. “None of that sweetie.” Butch said wiping away the fallen tears. I tried to pull away from me but he grabbed the back on my neck keeping me in place. “You sure can make a man go weak.” Butch said as he put his other hand on my stomach and moved it up roughly grabbed my breast. I needed to get him to let me. I quickly bite him on his arm which made him let me go. I took that chance and got out of his car running all the way home.

[crystxlclear]

sudden desire

chapter three: so, maybe i’m not okay

part four of sudden desire

prologue / one / two / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character

word count: 2.5k (short lil chapter today!)

warnings: mentions of illness? other than that, none that i can think of? maybe the tiniest smidge of angst if you squint

Coraline has always been close to her father. One of her very first memories involved her perched on his shoulders at a Fleetwood Mac gig. He'd managed to sneak Cora, her brother, Daniel, and her heavily pregnant mom side-stage — the perks of him managing the venue at the time, in between jobs — and he'd cried when he'd heard her singing along to his favourite band. The show was all she'd talked about for a solid two weeks. Sure, the memories were a little grainy and probably warped by a crackly VHS tape of her mother's that she used to watch almost every day, but they were memories she held onto it as tightly as she could.

It was her father who took her first (dreadful) headshots, and him who she'd turned to when her sister died, and him who'd persuaded her that leaving everything and everyone she knew and loved back in Michigan to settle down in California (and then, later, D.C.) was a good idea. She owes her dad a lot, which is why the phone call has been playing on her mind all day.

The call came at 3am. She'd only fallen asleep two hours earlier, after Loren had arrived to pick up Maisie an hour late, hair a mess and rushing to apologise. Marcus had left a little while later and she'd practically collapsed into bed a few minutes later. She'd been woken by the low humming of her phone vibrating against her bedside table as it shot light through her dimly lit bedroom. She'd groaned uncomfortably and reached for it, cheek wedged awkwardly between her pillows and the mattress and legs tangled wildly in the sheets (Scott had always said she wriggled a lot in her sleep, but she'd always assumed he was exaggerating, until she slept alone).

She'd scowled when she'd seen it was her dad; he knew her schedule, and she'd told him she was up early when they'd spoken earlier that day. He never rings her late and it takes a moment for the frustration of being woken early by her phone to bleed away into worry and concern.

"Hello?" She'd croaked our groggily. "Are you okay? Is mom okay?"

She'd been met with a chuckle. His voice was low and gruff when it came, unusually thick and strangled. "Hey, Corrie." There was shuffling on the other end, hushed voices floating in and out of focus, until the phone went silent enough to think that maybe he'd hung up and hadn't meant to disturb her at all.

She'd scowled but her phone assured her he was still on the line. "Dad?" She'd called out to him. The panic had begun to rise when it wasn't his voice that replied.

"Coraline," her mother's soft voice breathed out. It was like a sigh of relief. "Sorry to bother you." Her French accent tipped the corner of her words. It always got stronger when she was upset or worried or scared, and it was especially thick now.

"What's wrong?"

Another pause. "Your father is in the hospital."

"What?" She’s suddenly holy upright, fear turning her blood to ice.

"He's fine, don't worry." She'd assured her. "He’s had some problems with his breathing again. They're doing some tests."

She'd almost booked a flight back to Michigan, almost abandoned filming and ran back home to make sure her dad was okay. The last time he'd been in hospital, it had been touch and go, and they'd spent an entire day huddled at his bedside in fear, just in case he'd stopped breathing. It was touch and go, and she couldn't live with herself if the worst happened and she never got to say goodbye to the man she owed so much to. She'd been in the process of scanning over the next flights on her laptop when her dad had taken the phone back from her mom and practically demanded that she stay in D.C.

Eventually, she'd relented. He'd promised to update her and she'd told them she loved them both before hanging up. But the phone call had sent her entire day into a tailspin.

She’d tried to sleep the extra hour and a half before she had to haul herself to work but her mind was running too wild for that. Even despite the reassurances, worry was plaguing her thoughts and panic was forcing her eyes open. Everything was just too much.

The last time it had happened, she'd had Scott. It was back when things were good, and he'd held her as she'd finally fallen asleep, curled up against him in an uncomfortable hospital chair.

But, now, he’s gone. Now, then, she was stood on set alone, trying her best to bite back a yawn and the tears, with so much concealer hiding the dark circles under her eyes that she can feel it clinging desperately to her skin. And, of course, life had picked the day when they had the most action scenes to film to deprive her of sleep.

Her entire body ached. She isn't sure how she's still standing after the first hour of work, with her legs protesting with every movement. Two hours of sleep and the running and the jumping and the endless stunts had sapped every last scrap of energy from her bones. She'd carried on stoically for most of the morning but she's truly never been more grateful for a lunch hour before, when she finds herself curled up against the couch in her trailer, passing out even despite the panic still swelling in her chest. She'd been surprised when she hadn't cried — maybe she was just too exhausted and her body simply couldn't muster the tears — but she's grateful she manages to keep the tears in because she doesn't want to haul herself back to set with mascara tears on her cheeks.

She’s even more grateful when she makes it home after a day that feels like five rolled into one and the scattered couch cushions look far too inviting for her to ignore.

It's an uncomfortable sleep and she wakes with the beginnings of a headache thrumming through her skull and a stiffness in her spine that she can't seem to straighten out. She's not sure how long she's managed to sleep — barely half an hour, she assumes — because she's woken by a soft knock on the door instead of the alarm she'd set on her phone. It wakes her with a jolt and she can't help but groan at the aching protests her limbs give when she stands. She shuffles across the apartment to the door and Marcus is stood there, smiling, his suit jacket and tie draped across his arm.

She's half dressed too - only he looks a damn sight better than she does, because his hair isn't dishevelled and messy and his shirt isn't twisted half way around his torso. She shouldn't have slept in her clothes but at least she had the hindsight to take off the stiff jeans. Except, now, she’s startlingly aware she’s standing before Marcus in nothing but her underwear and an unforgivably tight tank top.

"Good evening, Sunshine." He grins, that smile that makes her think that maybe he should be the one she called 'Sunshine'. "I brought you coffee." An odd offering at nine on a Wednesday evening but she’d been complaining, via text, about the lack of quality caffeine all day. Marcus offers her a polystyrene takeout cup as he steps inside.

"Lifesaver," she mumbles as she grabs it by the flimsy top and shuffles towards the kitchen to pour it into her unused Death Cab for Cutie mug — the mug her brother bought her three birthdays ago — and sips on the coffee. It's far too hot but she doesn't care; she needs the caffeine just to keep her eyes open. She grabs the blanket that she’s been sleeping under and wraps it around her waist, hyper-aware that she’s still wandering around in her underwear. She’s almost too tired to care.

"Are you okay?" It’s almost like he can tell. Though, she’s sure it probably has something to do with the dark bags beneath her eyes. She’s sure it probably looks like she’s been punched square in the face.

She shrugs. "I'll be fine. 'm just tired," She hums. Coraline slumps back against the couch cushions, pulls a thick blanket back over her body and lets her eyes flutter shut again. She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Bad night sleep?" There’s bags and piles of fresh laundry piled on the chair he usually sits on, a product of Coraline’s half-hearted attempt at productivity. Instead, he resigns and sits down beside her at the opposite end of the couch, lifting her legs absentmindedly to rest in his lap, sipping on his own drink, and smiling at her sympathetically as she stifles a yawn against the back of her hand.

Her eyes drag towards him when she opens them again. They rest on his face, studying everything from the softness of his brow and the curve of his prominent nose, to the scattering of facial hair that dances across his jaw, small patches of grey poking through at the edges. She’s glad he kept it after whatever undercover work he’d been assigned to before they’d even met. "If I tell you it was the worst night sleep I'd ever had, in my entire life, would that make me sound dramatic?"

"You? Dramatic?" Marcus scoffs and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. His free hand rests on her leg; he draws patterns against her skin but she’s not even sure he realises he’s doing it. "Never."

“Shut up.” Coraline glares at him but smiles, regardless. "Well, I think I'm allowed a pass today."

His face falls at her words. "What happened?"

She sighs and takes a hand through her hair. "My dad-" She eyes him as he watches her intently, brown eyes soft and comforting. "-he's ill again."

Cora had told him about her dad's illness, about how she worried he'd wind up back there again, in the hospital, that things would be worse this time. He'd listened to her like what he was saying was the most important thing in the world and she'd almost cried when he'd held her in a hug a little longer than usual. It was that night that she’d tried to ask him about his past; she wasn’t sure if he was trying to avoid telling her because he didn’t trust her or because it held things he didn’t want to relive. She half-hoped it was the latter, but she hated to think that he might be bottling things up, things he didn’t want her to know or didn’t feel comfortable sharing.

She wishes he’d tell her things. She’ll understand, no matter what it was. She’ll listen, like he does to her, for as long as he needs, as long as he wants.

It’s almost comical how different they are in that sense. Marcus is reserved, closed off, but in way that doesn’t suit him. It’s like whatever exists there, whatever memories lingered, had been withered by sadness, by something or someone, until there’s a barrier guarding his secrets and story that he hasn’t meant to build. She sees the softness in his eyes when she tells him her stories or shares her fears, like his heart is aching to spill the details of his past. Like he can’t let it out. It works for his job — undercover work, secrets, classified information — but somehow it doesn’t suit the smile and the softness of his words as he illuminates Coraline’s darkness.

Coraline, on the other hand, finds her words spilling from her chest before she can even hold them back. She’s not sure if it’s just him — the reassuring smiles, the soft brush of a hand, the gentle voice — but they pour from her at an almost embarrassing speed, like a waterfall of words cascading at regrettable speed. She’s not even entirely sure that she won’t spill her secrets to the next stranger in the street who offers her a smile. But that works for her job; people prying, picking her apart like vultures, scavengers of information found tucked away out of reach. It’s the worst part of the job description, to expect someone to know every detail of your private life, but she often thinks she’s open enough to sate them, until they leave her alone at last.

On paper, they make no sense. Jobs, the polar opposite, necessary privacy mixed with relentless publicity. Open and closed doors. But Coraline thinks, perhaps, that’s why they work. It balances them both out.

Marcus reaches over and catches her hand in his. There's barely any space between them because of the way they’re sat, with her feet prodding at his knees. "I'm sorry, Cora," he whispers, his thumb running over her knuckles softly.

After a shaky smile, gazes locked for maybe a little too long, Coraline stands up and smooths out her shirt. As much as she appreciates it, and appreciates him, she doesn't want to cry. Not today. "It'll be okay." She scrapes her thumb under her eyes, brushing away the black smudges that she's sure have formed underneath her eyes, and finishes the last of her coffee. "Everything will be okay."

Cora isn't entirely sure she believes that.

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Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 5 Bruises

Chapter 4-Chapter 6

~Time Skip because I am author and I hold all power~

Y/n had been working with the Shie Hassaikai for just under a month now, and Chrono’s feelings for her only grew. He had somehow gotten the rest of the Hassaikai to stay quiet about his ‘crush’, with the help of Pops and Overhaul of course. Right now, Chrono was making his way to Eri’s room to make sure she was awake. Lately, Y/n would sometimes wake Eri up and get her day started, she said it was so he could get more sleep, which he appreciated, but its not like he could sleep more anyways. 

He made his way to her room, knocked and walked in. Eri and Y/n were over at Eri’s closet and they appeared to be choosing what Eri was going to wear today. “Good morning daddy!” Eri ran over and latched onto Chrono’s legs, smiling while looking up at him. “Good morning Pumpkin! Did you sleep good?” “Yup! I had a reaaally good dream!” “Oh did you? What was it about?” He heard Y/n sigh and looked over. “Beats me, I’ve been trying all morning but she won’t tell me.” Y/n giggled and made her way over to the trio, helping Eri finish getting ready. “Why not Pumpkin?” “Because! If I tell you, then it won’t come true! And I really want this dream to come true!” Eri stood her ground, with her arms crossed and a determined look on her face. “Pretty sure that’s dreams sweetie, but, whatever works I guess.” Chrono said as he ruffled her hair and turned to Y/n. “I’ve got a mission that’s gonna run pretty late tonight, would you mind watching Eri for me?” Chrono asked Y/n. “Of course! That’s not a problem at all.” Y/n smiled down to Eri, who was now latched onto her leg. “Okay, thank you!” Y/n nodded, and Chrono knelt down to be eye to eye with his daughter. “Hey sweetie, daddy’s gonna be home really late, so I probably won’t see you until tomorrow. So be really good for Y/n, okay?” Eri nodded, giving her dad a tight hug. “Okay daddy! I’ll be good! I promise!” Chrono chuckled and stood up. “I know you will sweetie, I love you, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” “I love you too! I’ll see you tomorrow Daddy!” “Bye Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Bye Kurono, and good luck!” Chrono nodded and left Eri’s room, making his way to Overhaul’s office. When he got there, Overhaul, and the other Eight Precepts and Mimic were there. “So, what’s the mission?” Chrono asked, going to stand beside Nemoto and Overhaul. “We’re going to be meeting some potential business partners, but it might go…south. This group has been giving Pops trouble, so it’s entirely possible it’s some kind of set up, so be ready for anything.” The five other Yakuza nodded their heads. They spent the rest of the day coming up with a strategy, and at 6 o’clock, they headed out to meet their new ‘business partners’. They arrived at a sketchy looking warehouse. As soon as they walked in, Chrono could sense something was off. In fact, they all did. For that exact reason, they all walked in prepared. Chrono and Nemoto had their guns locked and loaded, Rappa and Katsukame were ready to throw punches, Tengai was prepared to defend whoever needed it, and Overhaul was prepared to slip his glove off if it deemed necessary. When they walked in, they were greeted with the neighborhood scumbag, Ken Hashimoto. “Shie Hassaikai! Welcome to our humble abode. I do hope you came prepared?” Ken smirked as he saw the Yakuza enter his building. “This place is filthy, not sure I’d be bragging about it. And yes, are you ready to finally make that deal?” Overhaul stated seemingly bored, looking at Ken with half lidded gold eyes. “Always such a germaphobe, eh Overhaul? Haha, well about that deal,” Ken’s expression darkened “It’s no longer going to work for us.” As he said that, about 20 guys came out from behind him and stood in a fighting stance. “You see, Overhaul your ‘peaceful’ or whatever ways as a Yakuza aren’t gonna work for us anymore, especially not as neighboring Yakuza, so after we kill you, and all your ‘Nine Prospects’ or whatever you call them, we’re going to finally take out that old man, and the little girl. Although, we might not kill her, her quirk could be pretty useful.” At the mention of Eri, Chrono was fuming. How dare he even think about going after his little girl. His baby. “Oh! And I probably won’t kill that scrumptious little caretaker of hers either…no, no I’ll bring her back to have for myself.” Ken said as he and his buddies snickered. Chrono could feel his blood boiling. First, they bring up Pops, then his daughter, and now they’re going to threaten the girl he loves? He thinks no. “Who knows, I might just share her with my new Yakuza. But, none of that really matters, since you’re all going to be dead anyways.” With this, the 20 men charged the 11 members of the Hassaikai, so the odds didn’t look great, but none of them were going down easy, or if all if they could avoid it. “PRECEPTS!! ATTACK!!” Mimic yelled from on top of Katsukame. With that, an intense and messy battle commenced, and after about 4 hours of nothing but chaos, the Hassaikai had come out on top….but not without a fair share of injuries. Overhaul had been beaten up pretty good, and had been hit with a quirk cancelling quirk, so he couldn’t use his quirk for about 24 hours. Tengai had gotten a bad concussion after Rappa had been thrown into him, Rappa had a dislocated shoulder, Katsukame broke his nose, Nemoto got stabbed (He’s okay though, it was just in the arm), Hojo and Setsuno were both knocked unconscious, and Chrono…well Chrono took the brunt of the brutal attack. Chrono was shot twice, once in the shoulder, and in the upper part of his arm. He was also stabbed, but in his calf. He had gotten the most bruises and scratches too, and he was almost covered in blood, most of it his. They somehow managed to get back to the Hassaikai. By now, Setsuno and Hojo had woken up and were resting. The others went back to their rooms t deal with their own injuries. Chrono however…didn’t get too far past the basement stairs before he collapsed, Nemoto barely catching him. “Dang it, he’s lost a lot of blood! Setsuno, go get Y/n! She has medical training!” Setsuno quickly nodded before rushing to get Y/n, while Nemoto brought Chrono to his room. It was around 11 o’clock, Eri ad Y/n were both asleep. Suddenly a series of rapid knocks came from her door, effectively waking up the 20 year old. She sat up in her bed, and Setsuno came bursting in. “Sorry for waking you up, but you need to get to Chrono’s room now! He needs help!” “Okay, I’ll be there In a minute!” Setsuno nodded and left the room, while Y/n got up and put on some shorts. She quickly ran out of the room and over to Chrono’s, almost screaming when she opened the door and saw him lying half-dead on his bead, covered in blood and bruises. “Oh my gosh! Hari Kurono what happened?!” Y/n said as she rushed over to his side, getting the medical supplies ready. “The deal was a bust- *grunt* It was a set up all along.” Chrono tried to get up, but Y/n gently pushed him back down. “Stay still, I’m going to be able to help you, but you have to let me, okay?” He just let out pained noises and nodded. Y/n helped Chrono take off his shirt, and almost started crying at the sight. “Kurono…” Y/n trailed off, looking at his bruised and battered torso, covered in small cuts and bruises. She then saw the two bullet holes in this left arm and shoulder. She got to work cleaning his wounds, and removed the bullet fragments from his arm. Luckily for him, the bullet that shot his shoulder went straight through, so there was that at least…after patching up his gun shots, she moved to the rest of his injuries, even patching up the stab wound on his calf. When she was done, his left arm was left bandaged and in a sling, his torso wrapped in bandages for the 2 broken ribs he had received, and his right calf wrapped up as well. Y/n’s shoulders started to shake, and her eyes welled with tears. Chrono looked up at her, and he felt his heart breaking. “Y/n, why a-“ “Why did you do it Kurono….why would you risk your life!?!” Her small outburst took him back a bit, he had never heard her even slightly raise her voice, but it was loud. “It’s my job Y/n, I had to.” “You had to?! What about Eri, Kurono? What would she do! What about me!? And Pops! I can’t lose you Kurono, I-I” She struggled to find the words, she wanted to tell him how she felt, but that just wasn’t a risk she could take. Not now. “I care about you Kurono. I don’t want to lose you, so please, please be more careful?” Y/n looked at Chrono with a small smile, even with the tears going down her face, she was still the most beautiful thing on this earth to him. “Okay Y/n…I’ll try..” He paused as he grabbed her hand, he wanted to tell her, tell her how he loved the way she smiled, how he loved the little giggle she did at the smallest of things, that he loved how much of a mother she was becoming to Eri, he wanted to tell her how much he was falling in love with her. But he couldn’t…he was scared. Scared of rejection, scared of losing the one woman he had ever found himself loving, she was the perfect girl for him, and he couldn’t function without her, he couldn’t lose her. Pushing his feelings aside, he sat up slightly, “Thank you, Y/n. For patching me up, and…I’m really sorry I did this to you…If it helps we weren’t really expecting a fight, a-and I was careful Promise.” Chrono looked at Y/n, sincerity filling his fierce gaze. Y/n just smiled even more, and gently pulled him into a hug, minding his injuries of course. “I-It’s okay…I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Y/n and Chrono stayed like that for what felt like forever, until Y/n slowly pulled away. They both sat there, looking into each other’s eyes. They were both thinking the same thing. This is it…I’m gonna kiss her/him They both leaned in just a little bit, until “DADDY!!!” Eri ran in, leaping onto the bed and into her daddy’s arms, crying. Y/n just looked away, cheeks red and showing her embarrassment. “Daddy what happened?! Why is your arm in a sling?! Why are you covered in bandages!” Eri was clinging onto her dad, crying. “Woah, woah calm down there tiger! Daddy’s okay, he just got a little hurt is all. But I’m okay, I promise.” He looked down to his daughter and smiled, brushing his fingers through her hair. “It’s pretty late sweety, why don’t you go back to bed, yeah?” “A-Actually daddy…uhm…mhm..can I stay with you…please..?” Chrono smiled, “Of course Baby.” Eri snuggled into the left side of her father (Chrono is on the right side of the bed) being careful of his sling ridden arm. Y/n got up to leave, when a tiny little hand grabbed a hold of her arm. “Wait…daddy?” “Yes Eri?” “…Can Y/n stay with us?” “Eri, We can’t ask-“ “Please daddy!...I-I I’m scared…please…? Just for tonight..?” Eri hopefully looked at both of her parents. Chrono sighed and looked to Y/n, a half smile on his face. “Well? I don’t mind…and she’s never going to give up so…” Y/n’s face went red and her brain just about short circuited. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “I promise, you won’t be.” “Yeah! Come on Mommy! It’ll be like a sleepover!” How was Y/n going to say no to THOSE eyes!?! “Okay Eri.” Y/n smiled and got into the other side of the bed. Eri pulled both of her parents close….maybe a bit too close? Oh well. Not for Eri anyways. Eri nuzzled into Y/n’s chest, still snuggled up to Chrono. Y/n and Chrono were both laying on their sides, facing each other. Soon after, they both heard little snores coming from the little girl sleeping in between them. “Thank you…Y/n.” She lightly giggled, “For what?” “For watching over my little girl. Thank you for being a good mom. She needs you more than you realize you know.” Y/n looked down briefly at the little girl, lightly stroking her fingers through her hair, before looking back up to Chrono. “Trust me, I need her just as much as she needs me. I love being her mom…it’s a dream come true really.” Chrono looked at Y/n with nothing but love, and adoration. Everything he had right now, was all he ever wanted, it was all he ever needed. He wanted to kiss his, tell her how he felt, tell her how much he wanted her to be his…but what would he tell her? He had literally almost died two hours ago, he had willingly gone into a dangerous situation knowing death was a possibility, he was going to leave his little girl and love of his life. He couldn’t do that to her. Not yet, anyway. Someday…someday, I’m going to tell her how I feel. Someday..she’ll be mine and I’ll be hers. Goodnight Y/n, I “Love you.”

 A/N: I hope you liked the ending! 😉 D E F I N I T E L Y Didn’t leave the story at a CliFfHaNgEr hehehe sorry bout that~ (Not really lol) Anyways, I’d like this to be about 10 chapters, so there might be a sliiiightlly slowISH burn, but not too slow! I also promise it will be a happy ending! As much as I love writing angst, I will make this one fluffy! Anyways, I hope you have a good day/night! Bye!

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The Distance Between You & I- Harriet x Matt

Words: 2,361

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Light Angst, Language

 It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Hannah Harriet Hayes always had a plan, a strict plan, especially when it came to starting a family. She had run through the scenario many times. It was Matt’s, of course; it had always been Matt’s. There was never a scenario where it wasn’t Matt’s, even when the two were broken up yet again, even when she was with another man. It was always Matt’s. The two of them would be perched on the tub, happily married, together, waiting for the second line to appear with bated breath. They would be overjoyed, after all, they always wanted kids. Matt would grin and hug her tightly, swinging her around in that way he always did when he was excited. The cast would be ecstatic and supportive when they broke the news, and Matt would make a sly joke about how there was no way their child was going to grow up to be a “jesus freak”, causing Harriet to smack his arm playfully. The two would bicker back and forth like they always did, the playful banter that had become the hallmark of their relationship, their very own love language. Harriet had a plan, he was supposed to be there, they were supposed to be in love, but people plan and god laughs, and boy, was he laughing now.

It wasn’t like the two hadn’t tried to make it work, they really did. But one bad pull quote from a terrible interview was enough to put them on the rocks, and soon they were shipwrecked. The banter turned to bickering, which turned to some not so subtle jabs, and then an all-out brawl in Matt’s office. Matt was the one who pulled the plug, after they had gone six rounds in the span of three hours. Then, Harriet collected her belongings from his house and the two barely even spoke, dancing around each other in cast meetings and rehearsals. All it took was one date with Luke and a few too many drinks at an after party for the two to end up having drunk, angry sex in the tech room, and then it was like it never even happened. Matt didn’t speak another word about it, the two never talked, he just gave the cold shoulder like he so often did, and the two did the dance that had become all too familiar, tiptoeing around residual feelings and unspoken words.

Harriet had tried to move on, but six weeks later something just wasn’t right. What she thought was the stomach flu turned out to be something else entirely, and there she sat, taking a pregnancy test in Jordan’s bathroom, alone, listening to the executive soothe a crying Rebecca back to sleep. Harriet had always been meticulous about taking her birth control. She didn’t like surprises and she certainly didn’t like being blindsided. Being unwed and knocked up would certainly put a stain on her good Christian reputation. But after the blowout, she really didn’t see the point. It wasn’t like she was having sex, even when she was with Luke the two never really seemed to be together, and truthfully Harriet always had one foot out the door. It just wasn’t right, he wasn’t him, and Harriet would be a fool if she denied the fact that she knew her person would always be Matt. So, when the second line came through clear as day, it had to be Matt’s.

Jordan could barely keep the grin off her face when Harriet broke the news. Rebecca wasn’t even six months old, the two babies would only be about a year apart, a built in best friend. Still, she was there with tissues when Harriet cried, offering reassuring words. No matter what has happened, you two are a team. You’ve always been a team. Her words were true, despite the numerous breakups and fights and religious differences they still remained each other’s biggest supporters. Harriet was still the only person who could draw Matt out of a writing rut, and Matt continued to throw her the ball every chance he could, not only bringing the show’s ratings up to rival SNL but cementing Harriet’s A-list status in Hollywood. The two worked well together, and right then that was the only thing that was keeping Harriet from losing her damn mind.

Still, the two could barely keep a relationship going for longer than six months. They spent more time pining for each other than they did in each other’s arms, and that was enough to make her heave into the bowl once again. What if they weren’t in love? What if they were both just in love with the idea of being in love? It seemed like they were made for each other, that once in a lifetime kind of love that you saw in movies, the kind that was filled with passion and excitement, the kind where your partner made you want to kiss them and rip out your own hair at the roots. That dizzy, intoxicating love. But intoxication was still toxic, no matter how right it felt in the moment, you still had to deal with the hangover, the blaring reminder that it was truly harmful in the long run. Harriet tried, but she never seemed to learn her lesson, and now they had much more to deal with than just a couple of broken hearts.

She went home early that day, feigning some vague illness in order to ward of suspicion. She just needed time to think, to figure things out. Knowing Matt would be there regardless should have been a huge relief, but all it did was turn her stomach into knots. They were always so hot and cold, so off and on. When they were on, it was great, but it seemed like it only took one small thing, one miscommunication and they were at each other’s throats, hurling insults like it was their favorite sport, not caring the damage they did. They were childish and immature, maybe a little overdramatic. Harriet had spent a majority of her childhood trying to diffuse the tension between her own parents, and she would die before she did that to her own child. But did she have a choice?

Why the hell can’t you two get it together?

The issue was, Harriet did believe they could make it work, if only they had the willpower to stop with these stupid games. They were both at fault, both too stubborn to see their own errors. Harriet hated that she still held hope, that she still was lost in that fairytale land of commitment and honesty. A part of her believed that this, this baby, their baby, could be the missing link, the thing that finally forced them to grow the hell up and put away their own selfish need to always be right. But that wasn’t fair to put on a child, none of this was fair to put on a child. A child should have a happy home, with parents who can at least be civil with each other, and Harriet wasn’t even sure they would be able to do that.

It didn’t help that Matt hadn’t stopped texting her from the moment she left. Are you ok? Do you need me to take you to the doctor? Do you need anything? Her brain was telling her to ignore it, that all it was doing was clouding her judgement. She had been swaying back and forth between making it work and cutting the relationship off completely all day, and each concerned text just made her want to leap into his arms and stay there forever. She had to be rational, she had to think this through, because it wasn’t just about her anymore.

She paced back and forth, wringing her hands as she tried to muster up the courage to reply. She couldn’t put this off, someone was bound to notice sooner rather than later, and Harri had never been a very good liar. She maybe had until the end of the night before Jordan spilled the beans to Danny, and that was being generous. She had to tell him tonight, she just didn’t know if she could. It wasn’t like Matt was a bad guy, he was a great guy, that’s what made all of this so infuriating. Sure, he was a complete jackass sometimes. But when it came down to it he was a really good guy, the best guy, the kind you could depend on, and that made it all so much scarier, because Harriet knew he would be there. But it was too late to worry about that, so with shakey hands, she sent the text.

I need you to come over tonight. We need to talk.

Then, she panicked, not wanting him to read too much into it and rush over.

About the show.

Matt, of course, had a wise ass remark on the tip of his tongue the second she opened the door. “Harri, I told you, you don’t need to rework your Nancy Grace impression. Her voice hasn’t changed in 20 years.” Matt said as he walked through the door. He always liked to act like his coming over was a hassle, yet he responded to her beck and call without hesitation. As much as he tried to keep up his macho persona, he was totally and completely whipped, and they both knew it. He never would say no to her, he never could say no to her. When she needed him, he was there, he would always be there.

Harriet threw him a look, “I didn’t call you over here to talk about Nancy Grace, genius.”

Matt gave a knowing smirk, “I knew that. I just thought we should get the theatrics out of the way before we get into the real reason.” Matt watched Harriet worry her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing her well enough to sense that whatever she called him over for was important. “What, is this about the note I gave earlier? Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of Simon and Tom but you know I can’t give you special treatment. The guys have already started calling me a pansy ass.”

“It’s not about the note.” Harriet said quickly, looking up at Matt with wide, scared eyes. This was supposed to be simple, easy, and it would be if Matt would just stop talking. She felt tears prickle behind her eyes, silently cursing herself and the damn hormones that had already seemed to have her in their grasp. She was confident five minutes ago, but staring at the object of her affections was enough to make her go weak in the knees and have the panic completely consume her. As soon as a tear escaped and she moved to wipe it away Matt was all over her, he hated to see her cry. A gentle hand on her shoulder and she was done for, burrowing into his arms and crying into his chest as he tangled his hand in her hair and held her tightly.

“Harri, what is it? You’re scaring me.” Matt said, his macho persona quickly dissolving, his eyes filling will concern once she looked up at him with smudged makeup and running mascara, “You know you can talk to me.”

“I’m pregnant.” Harriet blurted, sucking in a sharp breath before burrowing back into his chest, scared to see his reaction.

It was silent, too silent, unnerving. Harriet braced to defend herself, to tell him that she hadn’t gotten into this mess by herself, that they both were equally responsible for this shit show, but then Matt laughed, “Maybe there is a god.” And oh, if looks could kill, the daggers Harriet was shooting out of her chocolate brown irises would have slit his throat, but he just grinned down at her, and suddenly, she didn’t know if the tears running down her face were from joy or frustration, or maybe the wind had shifted direction. He grabbed her by the shoulders, studying her face for a moment with his brows furrowed, “Why are you crying? Harri… this is great!”

“Why am I crying?” Harriet asked indignantly, huffing as she wiped the snot that was dripping down her top lip with the back of her hand. “I’m crying because we’ve barely spoken in months! We aren’t married, we aren’t even together and…” Harriet ranted, only to be cut off by Matt’s lips on hers, instantly melting under his touch. 

He was good, too good. He always knew just what to say and do to make Harriet’s head spin and send the butterflies in her stomach swirling about. He pulled back, holding her face between his hands softly, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Harriet, I’m here. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.” He said earnestly, waiting for her to nod before breaking into a grin, “I’m going to be a dad!” Before Harriet could even blink, he looped his strong arms around her waist and swung her around, not stopping until he could hear her soft giggles, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harriet said, giving a soft smile as she wiped at her wet cheeks.

“Why are you still crying? We’re going to have a baby!” Matt practically yelled, his excitement so palpable Harriet wondered how his cheeks hadn’t started to hurt.

“I know, I know. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I was just… scared.” Harriet admitted, ducking her head. The fear still lingered in the back of her mind, but it wasn’t the right moment for that, not when everything seemed so good.

“That I would be upset?” Matt asked, the hurt behind his eyes obvious.

“No! No… I knew that you weren’t going to be upset.” Harriet said quickly, “I just thought you would have made at least one wise ass comment by now about not knowing if it was yours.”

“It’s mine.” Matt said confidently, a condescending grin plastered on his face, “I know it’s mine.”

Harriet playfully smacked his arm with a grimace, “You’re so damn cocky.”

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Panic Room Chapter 10 (Finale): SAFE AND SOUND~ Grayson Dolan

Overview: In the year 2020, to solve the problem of overpopulation. Selected few are thrown into the PANIC ROOM simulation. If the person finds their soulmate in the simulator and manages to survive, they are able to rejoin the rest of the population. If they fail they will become a victim of the PANIC ROOM. What happens when (Y/N) gets thrown in the PANIC ROOM? Will she survive? Or will she fall victim to the simulation?

Warnings:Fluff, smut

“I’m right here baby, and I’m going nowhere. You are stuck with me for the rest of your life because I love you (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) so much and I will love you till the day I die. Now let’s get out of here so that we can see our families again.” Grayson said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We held hands as we walked back through the hallway and to the exit.

(Y/N)’s POV

As we approached the white waiting room two doors began to open revealing a bright light. We covered our eyes from the beams and continued through the doors. The doors shut behind us and we were in the same room where we started. The sunshine beaded through the windows. Real sunshine, not the artificial bullshit of the simulator. Sparse amounts of couples were in the room, all keeping their distance. Some were in worse shape than others, some were beaten and bruised while others looked just the same as they entered. I finally was able to let out a relaxed breath and laugh and I wrapped my arms Grayson's waist and pulled him into a tight hug.

“We made it! We fucking made it out alive!” I said as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him passionately.

His hands rested on the small of my back as he kissed back. I felt both our happy tears on my face and I pulled back. I used my thumb to gently stroke his cheek.

“We did it, baby, we get to go home and see our families. I get to show you to my mom and Ethan and I can see your mom. We can go get married, we can live our lives,” Grayson said as he held onto my hand tightly.

“Congratulations, you all have survived the Panic Room Simulation. In a minute the doors to the outside will be opened to you. Your families have been contacted and will be waiting for you. Congratulations again on surviving and God Bless America. Thank you.” The intercom voice rang throughout the whole building.

We walked closer to the exit doors and five minutes later the doors opened wide revealing the city square filled with parents and families. I gripped onto Grayson’s hand tightly as the nerves filled my body. My body shook in anxiety as I scanned the crowd looking for the familiar face of my mom. Grayson’s thumb gently stroked the top of my hand in attempts to soothe my high anxiety. I finally spotted her, sitting on a bench with her head in her hands praying. I kissed Grayson's hand and let go.

“I’ll find you in a minute. I saw here babe. You find Ethan and your mom, they’ve got to be here.” I said as I walked down the stairs and walked fastly, pushing through the crowd of people.

“MOMMA,” I yelled as I approached the bench that she was currently sitting on. Her head shot up and her eyes filled with tears. She stood up and I engulfed her in a hug. Tears filled my eyes as I inhaled her signature perfume and felt her loving touch engulf me.

“My baby, you made it,” my mom let out a happy sigh. I pulled back and kissed her forehead.

“I did momma, and I have someone that I want you to meet. We have to go find him,” I said as I took her hand in mine and drug us through the crowds.

Grayson’ POV

I watched as (Y/N) wandered off into the crowd to go to her mother. I stood on the platform and searched for my mother, Ethan, and Cameron. I felt the presence of my brother her. It was sort of a twin's intuition. I finally spotted them standing by a tree looking for me as well. I walked down the stairs of the platform and sped walked all the way over there. I finally pushed through the crowd and spotted them by the tree.

“Mom! Ethan! Cameron!,” I yelled as I approached them.

“Grayson!,” they all responded and I wrapped my mom up into a hug and Ethan and Cameron hugged around us forming a huge group hug.

“Oh my baby boy, you made it, you made it, I’m so happy. I love you so much,” my mother said as she kissed my forehead.

“Gray, fuck, I missed you so fucking much brother,” Ethan said as he pulled me into a tight hug.

“I missed you too, E, more than you’ll ever know,” I said as I rubbed his back gently.

“I want you all to meet someone who is very important to me. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to make it through. I mean we’ve known her before but she left,” I said and I looked around trying to spot her out in the crowd.

(Y/N’s) POV

I took my mother's hand and I searched frantically through the crowd. I stood on my tiptoes to see above some people but I finally spotted him in the crowd.

“Grayson!,” I yelled as I saw him and I brought my mother along with me.

“Grayson, as in Dolan. Like Lisa and Sean’s kids,” my mother questioned as I pulled her through the crowd.

“Yes momma, he’s my boyfriend and the reason I survived the simulation,” I said as we approached them.

Grayson ran up and picked me up into a hug. His mother smiled at us as well as mine.

“It’s nice to see you again, Lisa,” My mother said  

 “It’s nice to see you as well (Y/M/N),” Mrs. Dolan said as they hugged each other.

“Mom, this is (Y/N) and she is my girlfriend. I don’t know why I introduced her because you know her but it just felt right.” Grayson rambled as he ran his fingers through his hair which had grown long within the month we were trapped.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mrs. Dolan,” I said with a smile as I wrapped her into a hug.

“You can call me Lisa dear, I’m so happy you make my son happy, welcome to the family (Y/N),” Mrs Dolan said.

“Yeah, welcome to the family, (Y/N)” Ethan and Cameron said as the wrapped me in a hug.

“Mom this is my boyfriend, Grayson,” I said as I brought my mom into the group.

Everyone hugged each other and we all began talking.

“As much as I love that everyone is getting along, I think Grayson and I would love to take a shower and change because these clothes are kind of dirty,” I said with a slight laugh.

“Yeah y’all go ahead and shower at our house and after we can all have a welcome back dinner,” Mrs Dolan said as she grabbed my mothers hand. We all walked to Mrs Dolans car and I took a deep breath and got in and held onto Graysons hand the whole entire time. For once in my life I didn’t feel afraid of cars, as long as I had Grayson.

When we got to Grayson’s house we got out and Cameron handed me a pair of her clothes to borrow since I had none on and I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on and on hot water. I stripped out of the dirty clothes and finally looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted and my body was covered in dirt and small bruises. I took a deep breath and took a step into the shower and let the hot water wash the dirt off of my body. My muscles relaxed under the pressure of the water. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.

“You know, you look beautiful as ever,” Grayson said with a smirk as he placed gentle butterfly kissed up and down my neck.

“Hmmm, our parents are downstairs, Gray,” I said as I felt his hard on pressed against the curve of my ass. My own arousal began to grow as he continued his kisses down my neck. He turned my body around and pressed me up against the shower wall.

“Guess you’re going to have to be quiet then huh beautiful,” he said and lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Make it quick, my love, wouldn’t want to keeep them waiting for us, after all we are the main attraction,” I said raspidly as he gently entered into me.

“Of course, my queen,” he said as he pressed his lips on mine as he picked up his speed.

“I love you so much, Grayson,” I moaned softly out as I dragged my nails up his back.

“I love you more, (Y/N), more than you’ll ever know,” he said as he placed his head in between my shoulder blade and neck.

I felt my orgasm approach and I smashed my lips against his to drown out my moans as I felt my release. Shortly after my own, he release into me and slowly pulled out and sat me back down on the ground.

“That was amazing, I think I’m addicted to you,” Grayson said as he began to wash my hair for me.

“I think I’m addicted to you as well, thank you for that, I needed it,” I said as I leaned back into his relaxing touches.

He rinsed our my hair and washed my body before washing his own hair and body. We turned off the water and got out and dried off. I pulled on the pair of skinny jeans and forest green sweater that Cameron had give me on my body and brushed my hair into a braid. Grayson wore a simple black shirt and a pair of green pants.

“Wow, you look absolutely stunning,” Grayson said as he placed a gently kiss on my lips.

“Thank you baby, you look absolutely handsome, now let’s go spend time with our family,” I said as I gripped his hand.

The rest of the night we spent time catching up, nobody spoke once about the games, they were understanding on we would talk about it when we were ready. That night Grayson proposed to me and of course I said Yes. I guess some good did come out of bad.

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This is it! Wow I can’t believe this is the final part of the main series. Thank you to everyone who has supported this series and I hope you enjoy this series. If you have any concepts I would love to write them. I love you all and thank you for the support.

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 11

(Y/N) POV:

I let out a sigh as I stood up off the ground. It was about the third time that I had fallen in the span of five minutes. I understood wanting to be aggressive especially if you know that our team has a high-powered offense, but this is ridiculous. I rolled my eyes slightly when the ref didn’t do anything about my fall.

The game had just started, and I was already over it. I could tell that we weren’t playing the way we usually do. Usually, we are in sync and I can read what my teammates are going to do before they do it, but apparently that wasn’t happening today.

It was the 5th minute when Tobin got taken down. The penalty was given, and celebrations followed when Pinoe sent the ball into the back of the net. It was only three minutes later when a mistake was made, and Spain got a goal. I groaned as I shook my head irritation. This so was not our game. None of us were playing well at all.  The first half continued with all of us not being in sync and basically fighting the Spanish team. The whole thing was extremely frustrating.

The talks during halftime felt pointless because we were being told the exact same stuff we were told prior to going out. It clearly wasn’t working though. I wanted to check on Alex because I knew she took a few hits during the first half, but it felt like it would be too awkward especially because she was talking to Pinoe and Tobin with Christen so I just felt like it was better if I stayed away.

“Hey.” I turned to look at Crystal who gave me a small smile. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I mumbled as she frowned.

“You’re not playing like you’re good.” She said as I nodded

“I know.” I said as I took a sip of some water. JJ came over and started discussing tactics with us as we made our way out of the locker room. Pinoe and Alex caught up with us as we all talked about changing the game plan just a little.

“We need to slow down the attack.” I said as they nodded their heads. “This fast tempo shit is exactly what they want. I feel like maybe we should slow it down and build out the back. Draw them in and then catch them there.”

We got back out onto the field as the second half started. Nothing changed to be honest. They were still playing aggressively; except this time, I was at my wits end. So, I was fighting back at least just a little. In the 64th minute, Alex got hit with a dirty tackle and I swear I was seeing red. I stood back a little glaring at the ref who was trying to tell Pinoe and Kelley that she wasn’t going to card the player.

I noticed Torrecilla trying to get the ball from Alex who stubbornly wasn’t giving it up. Alex was on the ground and Torrecilla was standing but she was invading Alex’s personal space. That seemed to be what made me snap. I walked towards them as I grabbed the back of Torrecilla’s jersey pulling her backwards and then putting myself between her and Alex. I glared at Torrecilla as my jaw and fists clenched.

“Back Off.” I said as she went to take a step towards me. I shoved her backwards and I clearly won because she took a step back after that. I turned and knelt down next to Alex to make sure she was alright.

“Are you okay?” I asked the forward softly as she nodded her head. I stood and offered her my hand as I pulled her up. Her other hand came to rest on my shoulder as I instinctively rested my hand on her waist.

“Thanks.” She said as I let go of her. I nodded my head as I moved to get the game back going. The next big moment came not long after that in the 70th minute when I was in the box. Alex and I were both going for the ball. She backed off a little knowing I had the better angle. I wasn’t expecting to trip. Torrecilla brushed my leg enough for the ref to call it.

The ref immediately awarded the penalty as I sat for a moment. Alex came over and offered me her hand as I stood. Mapi and them were arguing with the ref as I had an internal battle. On one hand, it probably shouldn’t be a penalty. She brushed my leg, but not enough for me to fall. On the other hand, this is the round of sixteen and we don’t have time to be nice to anyone. Also, this is the same bitch who wouldn’t leave Alex alone. I groaned when the ref decided to do a VAR check. Alex was supposed to take the penalty, but due to the extra time it was taking. Pinoe was going to take it.

I stood off to the side as I watched Pinoe take the penalty. I grinned when it went in. We celebrated and then got back to the game. The rest of the game continued with Spain throwing everything at us. Alex and I both got subbed out around the same time for Carli and Lindsay. I could have collapsed on the ground in actual relief when the game ended. I went around shaking the hands of my opponents and hugging my teammates.

“(Y/N)” I turned when I saw Alexia approaching me. I smiled as I hugged the midfielder. She frowned at me as I gave her a sad smile.

“You guys outplayed us.” I admitted as she nodded her head.

“I know.” She said as Mapi and Jenni approached us. “Just how it goes sometimes.”

“I agree on that.” I said as I hugged Mapi and shook Jenni’s hand.

“Sorry about the rough tackles.” Mapi said with a sheepish smile as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Just how it goes sometimes. I am sorry for almost killing your teammate.” I said as they laughed. “She got too close…”

“Your girlfriend, right?” Mapi asked as I looked at her with wide eyes. “It’s really obvious.”

“She is…” I said as they smiled at me.

“You guys are cute.” Jenni said as I grinned at her.

“Thanks. If anything, this has made me more excited to train with you.” I said to Alexia who nodded her head.

“I agree.” She said as we continued talking for another few minutes. “Can we swap?”

“Yeah for sure.” I said as I pulled my jersey off. I handed it to her as she handed me hers. I gave her another hug before walking towards my team as they started to form the huddle. I saw Becky who rolled her eyes upon seeing me shirtless.

“Put a shirt on.” She said as I grinned at her. I pulled Alexia’s jersey on as I hugged Becky. “I’m a little overwhelmed.”

“Me too.” I said as we walked towards the rest of the team. I joined the huddle as we were given a few words before heading towards the locker room. I was able to get out of doing interviews which I don’t know how considering everything that has happened today.

I pulled the jersey off as I put it in my bag. I didn’t want to lose it. I looked around for warm-up jacket before remembering I didn’t have it because of Alex. I sighed and just opted to steal Becky’s jacket because she never really wore it. She wouldn’t mind.

It didn’t take us long to leave after that as we headed towards the hotel. Once back at the hotel, I beelined it for my room as I took a quick shower. I put on some sweats and a t-shirt before laying in bed. I had heard that Alex was going to dinner with everyone, so I wasn’t worried about her coming in and the plan was to be asleep by the time she got back.

“Hey” I said as Sebastian and Santiago came up on Facetime.

“Why hello…” they said as I grinned at them. “That was quite the game today. You played like shit.”

“Thanks Santi….you say the sweetest things to me. It really blows my mind.” I said as he laughed.

“How you been?” Seb asked me as I shrugged.

“Rough. I potentially ruined one of my best friendships ever and I have no idea what to say to my girlfriend.” I said as they gave me sad looks. “It’s whatever.”

“I think the Christen situation is complicated because what you did was fucked up. You betrayed her trust while she has already been going through some shit. That was wrong of you. You took advantage of all her hard work.”

“She used her resources.” Santiago cut Sebastian off rolling his eyes. “You did a shitty thing, but she would have done the same thing.”

“Her mother just died.” Sebastian said with an incredulous look. “You need to show some goddamn sympathy. You stole her chance to go home and yes, I know why you did it but that doesn’t make it any better. The best thing you can do now is fucking apologize. I know your childhood sucked. Your teen years sucked, but that doesn’t mean that your years as an adult have to suck. You have the chance to do the right thing and fix a friendship that quite frankly is good for you. You need someone who isn’t us or Becky to call you on your shit.” I went to open my mouth to defend myself when he continued.

“Stop being a victim. Do I think what happened to you sucked? Yes of course I do…but you have a family. We are your family. You have people who are willing to lay their lives down for you. Stop focusing on what you don’t have and focus on what you do have. You’re so stuck focusing on how much you’ve been wronged that it made you numb to hurting other people. Hurting someone who really seems to give a damn about you.”

“Damn…” Santi mumbled as I made a face. I frowned looking down. I know he’s right but doesn’t mean I like it.

“As for Alex, I get that she hurt you. She is not the first person to do it and she probably won’t be the last. I also know that you have spent how long being in love with her…are you really going to throw that away because she made one mistake. People aren’t perfect (Y/N). You should know that better than anyone. Stop being a jackass and fix these relationships because for the first time ever I can honestly say that these are people you need in your life.” Sebastian took a breath as I stared at the screen seeing if he was going to continue.

“Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I hear you. I do.” I said as he frowned. “I am going to fix it. I don’t know how, but I will.”

“Okay I thought you were going to say ‘but’ and I was going to have to come through this phone and fuck you up.” He said as Santiago grinned. I smiled as they both then started telling me about how much I sucked during the game. I jumped slightly when there was banging on the door.  

“I’ll call you guys back.” I said as I put the phone down and went and opened the door. I frowned when Lindsay, Mal, Rose, Tierna, and Sam were standing there. “What do you guys want?”

“For you to not be lonely…” Mal said as my frown deepened.

“I’m not lonely.” I said as they all grinned at me,

“Come on.” Rose said pouting at me. “Come hang out with us and get some food.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“That’s a lie. In all the time, I’ve known you. You never turn down food.” Tierna said as rolled my eyes.

“Fine.” I said as I turned to grab my keycard before exiting the room. The first twenty minutes was us walking around kind of doing nothing. Until I decided, I was a little hungry.

“I just was some chips from the vending machine.” I said as they all groaned.

“Eat some real food.”

“This is real food.” I said rolling my eyes. I put the money in and punched the number. I frowned when it didn’t do anything at first and then groaned when I realized my chips were stuck. I could see the girls trying not to laugh as I banged on the machine.

“Are you filming me?” I asked Rose as she shook her head, but I realized they were all filming me as I hit the machine again.

“I feel like this really represents your life right now.” Lindsay said as I laughed slightly before leaning my head on the front of the machine staring at the chips.

“Fuck me…I just want some chips.” I whined as they laughed. I kicked the machine a little and grinned when they fell down. “Yes!” I got them out and turned towards the girls with a grin as I opened the bag.

“That is definitely going on Instagram.” Mal said as I shook my head. Tierna reached into the bag taking some of my chips as I glared at her.

“Get your own.” I complained as she shook her head.

“Have you been on social media at all?” Rose asked me as I shook my head.

“Oh, you’re super famous now.” Sam commented as I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently, Fox Soccer posted a clip of you squaring up with Torrecilla during the game. Now, everyone is like obsessed with you. Some people are obsessed because they think your hot and others because you were very clearly defending Alex. Gosh, what did Pinoe say? The Gays have discovered you or something like that.”

“She just wouldn’t leave Alex alone.” I said as they nodded. “If she had just backed up a little, I wouldn’t have had to step in.”

“It’s cute that despite how upset you are with her…you still stepped in to help her.”

“This situation…it doesn’t change how I feel. I still love her. She is still my girlfriend and me being livid pissed at her doesn’t change that.”

“So, then have you decided to forgive her?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Ask me tomorrow night.” I said as they nodded their heads.

Eventually, I did head back to my room as I realized that they completely derailed my plan. Alex was no doubt probably back and I was going to have to talk to her. I walked into the room cautiously as I glanced around for Alex. She was sitting on her bed as I dropped the keycard onto the table. She looked up and went to open her mouth when I cut her off.

“I don’t want to talk right now. I’m exhausted.” I said causing her to frown. “I will talk to you tomorrow. I don’t know when. I will come to you.”

She looked sad which hurt my heart a little, but I knew it’s what needed to be done. I changed really quick and climbed into my bed. All the exhaustion I felt made it easy for me to pass out the moment I got comfortable.

Once I woke up, I noticed Alex was still asleep in her bed. I changed really quick into my recovery clothes before walking out of the room. I know I need to talk to her, but I will later. I went and bothered Becky for a while and had breakfast with her and the youngins…who all proceeded to give me shit over the vending machine incident.

The first recovery option was the pool which mostly everyone was a part of. I walked into the area and decided it was time to have my first conversation. I walked over towards the forward and sat down next to her. She wasn’t fully in the pool. She only had her legs in as I waited for a moment to see if she would tell me to go away.

“Are you going to speak or are we going to sit here all day?” Christen snapped as I nodded my head. I deserved that.

“Are you going to let me get through what I need to say?” I asked as she gave me a calculated look before nodding her head.

“You don’t have to forgive me. I don’t think I actually expect you to. I just want you to know…you’re right. I am selfish. I am an asshole. Everything I do is for the benefit of myself and I really suck at caring for others. When I was growing up, I struggled because what I was taught to believe and what I actually believed were two different things. I was taught to hate everything about myself without realizing that those parts were the best parts. I struggled between exploring my sexuality and hiding every little thing from my family. When they finally kicked me out, they gave me a choice. I could either choose to be “normal” and stay or choose to be myself and leave. I chose myself. I decided that day that no matter what I would always choose myself no matter who it hurt. I would put myself first. I’ve hurt a lot of people doing that. Including you.” She looked at me her face still showing anger but softening a little bit.

“I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable and that was really shitty of me. It’s debatably the worst thing I have ever done. I don’t say this often, but I wish I could have done things differently. I wish that I had stopped to really consider how hurt you would be. How much I was betraying you and your trust by sharing that information you gave me….I wish I could go back and tell myself that it’s not worth it because this home and family that I’ve been looking for is something I have already found. I found it in Becky who never fails to be there for me. I found it in Alex who loves me despite all my damaged parts, and I found it in you…my best friend…who I now realize is more important than some stupid club.”

“I can’t take back what I did and like I said…I don’t expect you to forgive me anytime soon. You should know though that I’m going to do whatever I can to get your trust back.” I looked down for a moment before looking back up at the forward. “This isn’t the life I necessarily saw for myself. It’s the one I got though and it’s better because you’re in it. So, do know that I am not giving up until we are friends again.”

We were silent for a moment as I let her take in everything I said. I waited a moment before I felt a hard smack on my shoulder.

“Ow!” I said as I rubbed my shoulder. “I deserved that.”

“I hate you so much.” She said as I stared at her. “I hate that you did that to me. I hate the way its made me feel.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are and that’s the part that sucks. I know that you’re sorry. I can tell from the way you act. You really hurt me.”

“I know.” I said with a frown as the forward gave me a sad look.

“After everything I’ve been through, you still managed to hurt me.” I looked down feeling the guilt build in my heart.

“I know and I wish I could take it back and change what I did. You didn’t deserve it.” I said as she nodded her head.

“Please…I am begging you…do not ever do something like this again…it’s one thing to get hurt by regular people…it’s a whole crueler pain when it’s your best friend.”

“I know and I am sorry. I don’t think I will ever be able to apologize enough, but my words are true. I’m not going to give up until you and I are back on solid terms.” I said as she nodded her head.

“I’m still mad at you and it’s going to take me a while to really actually trust you again and for us to be back where we were before…but I do need you around as lame as it is…I don’t want to lose our friendship because you don’t know how to get your head out of your ass…so just don’t do it again please.”  

“Deal.” I said softly as she nodded her head. She rested her head on my shoulder as we sat for a moment before I was pushed into the water. Once I resurfaced, she had a smile on her face. “Feel a little better?”

“A little.” She admitted as I rolled my eyes. “I guess I should say sorry too…”

“For what?” I asked as I pulled myself up to sit next to her again.

“What I said…”

“No…don’t.” I said as she frowned. “You don’t need to apologize. What you said doesn’t even compare to what I did…so don’t even worry about it.”

“Technically, I am the one who told the whole team though.” She said with a guilty expression.

“Technically, you wouldn’t have known if Kelley hadn’t said something and Kelley wouldn’t have known if Alex hadn’t said something so…”

“So, you’re placing all the blame on Alex…?” she asked with confusion as I nodded my head a little.

“Kind of. I need to talk to her.” I admitted as she nodded her head. I looked up when someone cleared their throat. Kelley and Tobin were standing there as they gave us nervous expressions.

“Are we friends again?” Kelley asked as I looked to Christen.

“Yeah I guess so.” She said rolling her eyes as I smiled slightly. I knew we weren’t going to be where we were before, but I appreciated that she at least wasn’t glaring at me anymore.

“Awesome.” Kelley said climbing into the pool, so she was in front of Christen and I. Tobin rolled her eyes but follow Kelley anyway. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Alex” Christen responded as I gave her a look.

“Oof…she is so unhappy right now.” Kelley said as I stared at her with a frown.

“Is it because they aren’t talking?” Christen asked motioning to me.

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean yes and no?” I asked with confusion.

“She’s upset because you’re not talking to her, but then she was kind of mad because she thought you were flirting with Alexia Putellas yesterday. The whole jersey swap thing didn’t help either. You know how she gets.”

“She’s jealous….of Alexia…who I just really met yesterday…” I said as Kelley nodded.

“To be fair…you aren’t talking right now so I think she’s just afraid that you’re going to end things…so she has become paranoid over everything.” Tobin said as I sighed.

“Of course, she has…” I mumbled closing my eyes in frustration. “You know what is really stupid…I have been avoiding her because I don’t know how to say what I need to say.”

“That being…?”

“I’ve already forgiven her. I think I did the night it happened. I’ve made a lot of mistakes…clearly…it would be extremely hypocritical of me to hold this over her…I still feel hurt though and that’s the part that complicates everything.”

“You don’t want to get hurt again…but could you really imagine your life with anyone else? Being with anyone else? Or even Alex being different than the way she is…?” Kelley asked me.

“Alex is a lot of things…she’s gets jealous easily…she is stubborn…I think she really likes to argue about stupid stuff…she frustrates the hell out of me…”

“But…?” Christen gave me a look knowing there was no way that was the end of my thought.

“She’s the love of my life. She’s a sweetheart. She sees the world in the most amazing ways. She knows me better than anyone. Despite everything, I know my heart couldn’t be safer with her.”

“Y’all just need to get married already.” Kelley said with a giant smile as I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious. Like, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did get married soon. You’ve both waited a really long time and you were basically dating before just without the kissing and stuff.”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up and headed towards the side to dry off. I completed a couple more recovery activities before heading back to my room. I walked in and got in some lounging clothes and started getting my stuff together. We would have a travel day tomorrow, so I needed to make sure I was ready to leave. I looked over when the door opened and in walked Alex. She looked tired as I gave her a concerned look. I know she took some heavy falls during the game yesterday.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she looked at me. I could see the hesitancy on her face.

“No, I’m exhausted and my knee and back kind of hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” I said as she nodded her head.

“I should have thanked you yesterday for standing up for me with Torrecilla. I really appreciated it.” She said with a small smile.

“No one’s allowed to touch you.” I said seriously as she her smile widened just a little. “I’m serious. As long as I am around, no one is going to lay a hand on you.”

“I appreciate that.” She was quiet for a moment before she looked at me. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“We should.” I said as she nodded. I sat down on the bed as she came and sat next to me.

“I am really sorry.” She said after a moment. “I know it doesn’t make it better. I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone, but it really was an accident. It just…”

“Alex…I know. Kelley told me what happened. I’ve had a lot of time to think.” I said as she nodded. “I’m not happy with what happened. Obviously, I wish things had been different. I wish you hadn’t told anyone, but I am also beginning to realize that maybe it was better that everyone knew.”

“Wait…what?” she gave me a look of confusion as I gave her a soft smile.

“Everyone has been really supportive about it…it has sort put things in perspective and helped me realize what is really important. I’ve been looking for something for years and it took this all happening for me to realize that I couldn’t find it because I already had it…”

“What’s that?”

“A Family.” I said as she gave me a soft smile. “Don’t get me wrong. I am still really upset over it, but I forgave you already. I’ve realized that you frustrate me beyond belief more than anyone I have ever know…but I would rather do extremely fucking difficult with you than do easy with anyone else. Including Alexia Putellas.”

“I’m going to kill Kelley.” She said burying her face in her hands. “I really need to stop telling her things.”

“You think?” she gave me a pout as I smiled at her.

“Are we going to be okay?” she asked me after a moment.

I looked down trying to gather my thoughts. I was no doubt still a little mad over it, but I really didn’t feel like throwing my whole relationship out over it was worth it. Sebastian was right. I do play the victim a lot, but I am tired of doing that. I’m tired of running away when things get difficult because it might be a little hard to fight. If I had to pick a time to fight and a person to fight for, it’s Alex. It’s always going to be Alex.

“You know…I had a whole meltdown when I realized I loved you…”

“Really?”

“Yeah…because it freaked me out so bad. When I realized I loved you, I was a goner because I had this epiphany that I was never going to be truly happy unless I was with you. It sucked at the time because I didn’t know you loved me back, but I was fully ready to just live life like that…knowing I was never going to reach peak happiness because I didn’t have you. Since I actually got you, I’ve never wanted to let go. Not once. Even through this mess…I never once considered letting go. My love for you is that strong…so, yeah I think we are going to be okay.”

To Be Continued…

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Daddy’s Little Ghoul

Summary: Ray takes your daughter to the station for take your child to work day!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Word Count: 1.7k // Warnings: None!

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get out! Should be getting back to work on some of my other requests soon :)

"Daddy, daddy, wake up! Wake up!"

Note to Y/N Stantz from Y/N Stantz, just get rid of your alarm clock. Your daughter has got this handled.

A sleepy groan hums in the back of your husband’s throat as he stirs. Your little girl was apparently loud enough to register with him, but not loud enough to actually get him up. "Elodie, honey,” you murmur, fully awakened by your child’s excited tone, "It’s before seven, you should still be in bed." Your five-year-old bounces over to your side of the bed and throws herself into your lap, knocking a bit of the wind out of you. She looks up at you with smiling eyes like those of the man you love. Her hair was frizzy from sleep; distinctly inherited from you, you knew the color and texture all too well. "But, mommy, it’s take your child to work day, remember? I’m gonna go with daddy!" The sentence makes you smile as best you can in your sleepy haze. She took after her father in many ways, and had been looking forward to this for days. "Yes, sweetie, I remember. You know I have something special planned for you." Elodie wraps her small arms around you in a tight hug, "I didn’t forget, I promise." You give your daughter a squeeze, and kiss her forehead. "Go ahead and brush your teeth and get dressed, I’ll get your surprise ready." She lets out an excited squeal, then jumps off the bed and runs to her room on the other side of the apartment. A massive, exhausted huff leaves your lips before you collapse back down on your pillow. Ray is still snoring lightly beside you.

God, you wished you could sleep as heavily as him. You prop yourself on an elbow and admire him for just a moment before you have to get him up. He’s a mess. His face is smashed against the pillowcase, and his hair is stuck to his forehead. It’s adorable, and you remind yourself how blessed you are to have him. Ray only wakes up after a full minute of you peppering kisses all over his face, and once he hears you giggle at the way he wriggles his nose sleepily, he knows he can’t waste any more time snoozing. You're greeted by a gentle hand reaching up to smooth out your hair and, before you know it, you're being pulled down for a loving kiss. A small noise of contentment seeps from your being at the feel of your husband. When the need for air rears its head, you pull away and press your forehead against his. "Elodie woke me up this morning," is the first thing you tell him. "Did she?" "She's beyond excited to go to the firehouse with you. Speaking of which, you need to get up, mister." Ray groans, muttering something about how he hasn’t even left bed, but he already misses it. One sleepy stretch later you’re out of bed, brushing your teeth and throwing some curlers in your hair. You go about your morning routine, getting dressed in your usual outfit of jeans, sneakers, and a button-down from your husband’s drawer. The routine continues with you setting out Ray’s uniform, then going to whip up a quick breakfast. You pull off all those morning responsibilities with perfected efficiency, and you’re finally able to unveil the surprise you had planned for your daughter. “Ok, Ellie, you’re gonna have to close your eyes for this one,” Ray explains, knowing full well what you’ve got behind your back. She seems to vibrate from all the excitement she has to contain, covering her eyes with her hands. Once you think the suspense has gotten to her enough, you unfurl the outfit and hold it in front of you. “Alright, sweetie,” you say, “Open!” 

The moment she gets sight of the jumpsuit, just her size, she lets out something like a screech and jumps out of her chair to inspect it. “It’s got your name on it and everything,” you explain, pointing to the new patch you’d been embroidering the past couple days. It looked just like the ones you had made for the original suits. 

It doesn’t take much effort to get the suit on over her leggings, and when she zips it up the middle you marvel at how much she looks like her dad. “I love it, mommy,” she chimes, “Thank you!” The way she hugs you tightly makes all the time you spent working on it so worth it. “You’re so welcome, honey.” You take a second to look at the watch on your wrist and it’s not until then that you realize what the time is. “I gotta head to work,” you gasp, “I’ll be late for opening!” You grab your purse and the keys to the car, which you toss to your husband. “Lunch for you two is in the fridge, don’t forget it before you leave,” you mention, walking up to Ray and readjust his constantly unruly hair. “We won’t,” he assures. With a kiss for him and your daughter, you’re off to manage Ray’s Occult Books, like you do every day. “C’mon, daddy, we gotta go too,” Elodie urges, lightly tugging on her father’s sleeve. Ray grabs the lunch from the fridge, handing his daughter the Slimer lunchbox she insisted on having for school. Truth be told, he was just as excited for take your child to work day as his daughter! He loved the fact she was so interested in the business and, deep down, he hoped Elodie would take it over one day. The drive to the firehouse was as it would be every morning. Except instead of having some typical pop songs fueling the journey, the cabin of Ecto-1 was filled by Elodie and Ray’s singing.

They had brought her favorite cassette along; Ellie’s little voice would take the lead and her dad would fill in what she couldn’t yet remember. Whenever he did those deep, caricature-like voices, she would giggle loudly. They had to be the two happiest people on the streets of Manhattan. Elodie had just finished a rather lovely rendition of the Unbirthday Song when they pulled into the garage of the firehouse. It took some genuine effort to prevent the young Stantz from launching herself from her car booster seat and taking off into Ghostbuster HQ. But Ray was successful in getting her in without her forgetting anything or getting ahead of herself. At least he knew if the guys needed to take the car for a case, none of her important stuff would get left in there. But when she got inside, it was a totally different story. There was nearly no way he’d be able to manage that much enthusiasm. He was borderline overwhelmed by the sheer will and exhilaration of his five-year-old. As soon as the rest of the guys heard Janine’s playful comment of, “I didn’t know there was a new Ghostbuster on the team,” followed by a small laugh, they knew exactly who had just arrived. “Guess who,” Ray said, the biggest smile on his face as he walked into the lab, Elodie right behind him. “In case you couldn’t guess, it’s my dad and me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Hey, it’s the Stantz clan,” Peter said, dropping the file he was reading onto the lab table with a genuine smile. Egon glances over his shoulder for a moment before returning his attention to the odd contraption that sat like a helmet on Winston, “You brought my niece with you. Rather unusual.” Elodie skipped around the room saying 'hi' to all her ‘unca’s, managing to tell all three of them separately that it was take your child to work day and that she was spending it with her dad. It wasn’t completely atypical for there to be a child in the firehouse, as Peter had Oscar over plenty of times. But Oscar took after his mother who tended to be rather quiet, unlike Elodie who took after both her parents’ extroversion. So, it was always a learning experience for both her and the team when there was a kid around who was actually interested in what they were doing. Ray couldn’t have been prouder of her. He could see throughout the day’s activities that she was having tons of fun, learning a lot, and really putting the smarts he knew she had to work. She would end up having a lot to tell you when she got home. Like, how Winston would explain to her how to clean a trap once a ghost was caught in it. “This is how your dad taught me how to do it. Ok, so, after you’ve caught the ghost-.” “How do you catch the ghost?” How Venkman taught her how to negotiate when working with a customer. “Ok, so if you just caught the ghost in my house and I want to give you four pieces of candy, what would you think?” “Sorry ‘unca Venkman, but I’ll need five pieces of candy, because, uh... ghosts are expensive?” Or how Egon would explain total protonic reversal to her. “So, Elodie, when two or more particle beams meet, what happens?” “All the nearby molecules stop at the same time and blow up real fast!” For a five-year-old, she sure had a good grasp of that. “I’m really glad she came with me today, Y/N,” Ray told you that night. He sat on the island in your kitchen in his old, faded sweatpants. You were prepping Ellie’s lunch for school tomorrow. “She was so... invested in the things she was learning.” “Well,” you look up from the bag of baby carrots you were zipping up, “She’s been interested in it from the day she could walk.” Your husband kicks his feet a little, looking up to the ceiling with a hint of a proud smile on his lips. “She’s a genius, I think.” The refrigerator door creaks as you place the Slimer lunchbox in its usual spot. “I’m talking Spengler-levels of intelligence.” It’s your turn to grin as you turn to Ray and place your hands on the counter, nestling yourself between his knees. “That’s because she’s got one hell of a dad to take after,” you praise. Ray pushes some of the hair from your forehead, pressing a kiss to your warm skin. “She’s got some smarts from her dad maybe, but she’s really brilliant and beautiful like her mother.” You giggle and place your hand on top of his; the whole moment makes you feel cozy. “We made one great kid, didn’t we Stantz?”

 “You know what, Stantz,” he mimics your playful tone, “I think you’re right.”

[kayah16]

Studio Visit *AU*

It's been two weeks since Ardian has returned home. He booked himself some photoshoots, stayed in his house, and avoided the Reigns/Fatu family at all cost. He mainly avoided Haleigh cause it's been so long since they have seen each other. He did listen to her music and he did smile big when he would see her on tv. He was proud of her.

He just didn't understand why she was wearing wigs and contacts but that was none of his business. If he was honest with himself which he isn't often he missed her. She would call and text him but him being him, he avoid them. Was he ready to see her? Yeah, he was but what was stopping him?

He was scared but she was still his best friend. Going through his text messages from Haleigh that he has yet to respond to. One of the messages was the address to the studio she was recording at. Thinking to himself he thought he need to pull a Haleigh on her. Pull up.

Laughing Ardian stood up and went upstairs to get a quick shower. Well that quick shower ended up being an hour long. He started to overthink while he was in the shower. He was going to cancel his pull up. He hasn't seen his best friend in a while and he did want to see her.

Once he was out the shower he dried himself off. Freshening himself up he dressed in a white tank top, white nike shorts, and his white air forces. Putting his chain on, he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet and headed to the studio. While driving Ardian played her song best friend while singing along to it.

The drive to the studio was 10 minutes it may have been longer. Ardian talked to himself everytime he was at a red light which caused him to get honked at. When Ardian knew he was near the building he parked his car a block away and walked the rest of the way.

Standing outside for a few minutes Ardian rehearsed what he was going to say and hopefully it came out right. Going inside he went straight to the elevator going to the floor Haleigh was on.

Reaching the floor Ardian heard her voice and couldn't help but to smile. Opening the door to the studio Ardian chuckled seeing Haleigh in the booth. As soon as Haleighs eyes landed on Ardian she took the headphones off and went to see if her eyes was playing tricks on her.

"Ardi...."

"In the flesh babygirl."

Before Haleigh could stop herself she launched herself at her best friend hugging him tightly. Ardian returned the hug closing his eyes loving the way Haleigh felt in his arms. After a few minutes they pulled apart and Haleigh started to hit him causing him to laugh.

"I've been texting you. Why you haven't been responding?"

"I had to get my thoughts together. You look good Pig Tails. Except for these damn eye contacts you have goin on."

Haleigh laughed hitting Ardian again.

"You look good too, braceface. Puberty hit you like a bus."

"Yeah, your boy got some looks to him. I maybe on my way to finding the future Mrs. Bekim."

Haleigh rolled her eyes at her best friend who just gave her a cocky look.

"Did you eat?"

"Not that hungry, trying get these vocals right."

"Na, you taking a break. Grab your stuff and come on."

"Ardi... I can't...."

"Yes you can. Take your eye contacts out. I don't know how wigs work so I guess you can keep it on. Come on I take us to Wendy's or In and Out."

"Wendy's we can try their new burgers."

Ardian smiled watching Haleigh take her eye contacts out. Putting her contacts away Haleigh had to roll her eyes once again.

"Your little fans bet not bother us, Ardi."

"They won't it's just pigtails and braceface."

The best friends left the studio with Ardian picking at Haleighs hair. He would laugh each time she would pop his hand. Wendy's wasn't that far from the studio and it was a nice day so they walked to the fast food restaurant.

Luckily for them both the restaurant was empty. Ardian ordered them two five dollar biggie bags. Knowing that they wouldn't get full off of that he ordered them the two new jalepeno burgers, two medium fries, and peach lemonades. He got them two frostys as well. The best friends spent an hour in Wendy's laughing and talking while stuffing their faces. It was like time never passed between them.

AN: Fluff. Sucks. Sorry.

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “lying low” (Draco Malfoy imagine)

characters: reader x draco malfoy, sister!reader x harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

word count: 2.4K

warnings: secrecy, slightly ooc, conflict, mild swearing, harry being a  d i c k.

You can’t pinpoint exactly when it started to happen, but it was sometime towards the end of your fifth year. Somehow, someway, you found your way into the arms of a slytherin. Draco Malfoy to be exact.

You, (y/n) Potter had contracted some feelings for mister Malfoy, just as he had for you.

Of course, when you first started noticing your sudden affection for him, you were mortified with yourself. He is after all, your twin brother’s Hogwarts rival. But that mortification turned to disregard of the obvious problems that would arise if your shared infatuation was to proceed any further.

You started to always sit in the same spot in the great hall every meal, as you knew he would be sitting across the hall in such a way that you could always look of to him, without any suspicion arising. Your glances turned to gazes, as your desire grew more and more. 

It was the very last day of year five before all pupils left for summer break, that he finally came up to you. Everyone had their trunks beside them as they hugged and cried, saying goodbye to their friends for now. You had already said your goodbyes, as you knew you would be seeing Ron and Hermione throughout the break.

You were sat on top of your trunk, waiting for Harry to finish packing. He was still getting over Sirius’ death. You were personal never as close to him as Harry was, but you could feel your heart pang whenever he came up in conversation. Suddenly, there was a light tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around and saw none other than Draco Malfoy with a rare small smile sitting on his lips. 

You could feel your eyes light up and your heart quickening at the sight of him. You cleared your throat and asked “May I help you?”.

His smiled widened as he looked at your beaming face. “Well, Miss Potter, I was wondering if I could talk to you somewhere a bit more…private.” He gestures with his head to the students scattered around the court yard. 

You nod and leave your trunk as you follow him through the courtyard and behind some pillars. You lean your back against the stone as he stands in front of you.”So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” You ask with a seemingly innocent smile.

“Well,” He starts. “I just wanted let you know that I looked forward to dining in the great hall everyday, just because I knew it meant that i’d get to see you.” You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as he continued.

“Quite frankly Potter, you are about the only thing I have that I can look forward to, and we’ve hardly had a formal conversation.” Draco said in a smooth, cool tone.

“I never in a million years could have ever seen myself falling for a Slytherin, let alone the one Slytherin my brother absolutely despises.” You tell him.

Draco’s eyebrows raise. “Falling for?” He asks. He was slowly getting closer to you, causing your breath to hitch,

A smirk plays at your lips as you retort “Aren’t you?”. He takes another stride towards you. His lips in front of your lips. Your hands on his chest.

“Well that’s a silly question, love.” He smiles before leaning in. Closing the gap between you two. Your lips hovered for a short moment before you both were engulfed in a firework inducing kiss. There was electricity coursing through your veins.

This felt right. More right than anything has ever felt. 

Your hands found your way to his hair, but before it could go any further. You heard a painfully familiar voice shouting out for you.

“(y/n)! Where are you?” It was Harry.

You break the kiss and look into Draco’s star filled eyes. 

“I’ve got to go…” You mumble, really not wanting the moment to be over.  Draco’s eyes drop in disappointment as he nods. “I understand.” Just as you start to turn away, his voice sounds again. 

“Wait!” he exclaims. You turn around to see him scrabbling for a piece of paper. He scribbles something down and hands it to you.

“It’s my postal address, will you write to me this summer?” He asks you hopefully.

You fold the piece of paper and put it in your pocket. “Of course, Draco.” And with that you took off in search of your brother.

:: :: :: Of course you wrote him. You wrote him every day. And everyday you got a letter in return. Harry was getting suspicious of course, so you told him that you had become pen pals with one of your old room mates.

You kept all of the letters in a box. Each letter signed off with XX DM.

You couldn’t wait for the school year to start just so you could look into his icy blue eyes again.

:: :: ::

The day was finally here. Your mind was racing with excitement but also nerves.  You could hardly wait to see him. As soon as you got on the train your leg started bouncing with anticipation.

You and Harry had found the train compartment with Hermione and Ron and took your seats next to them.  He was the only thing on your mind. You just had to see him.

After roughly half an hour of sitting in your brain consuming thoughts, you decided to take action. “I’m going to walk around a bit, stretch my legs.” You told your friends as you got up and walked into the aisle. 

You knew exactly where you were headed. In one of his letters, Draco had written how he (along with the other slytherins) always sat in one of the very first carriages.

Walking with your head held high, you knew you couldn’t make it obvious, as no one knows of your relationship (which has yet to be defined). You stride through each carriage, getting and closer and closer to him.

Finally, you can see his white locks appear. He was hardly paying attention to what the people around him were saying. You could tell he was thinking about something completely different by the far away look in his eyes.

His eyes snap up to you, almost intuitively. You smile a little, before tilting your head as if to tell him to follow you, and keep walking.

DRACOS POV

I’m sitting on the train, currently failing to pay attention to whatever nonsense is spewing out of Pansy’s mouth. I can’t focus because my mind is on something else. Or someone else for that matter.

I just want to see her. I need to see her. I can only imagine what my friends and family would say. Me and a Potter? It’s unthinkable. Yet it feels so right. I’m falling in love with Harry Potter’s sister.

I hear steady footsteps walking through the carriage but I keep my eyes downcast. I see the boots approaching. Very familiar boots. 

They aren’t, are they?’

My eyes snap upwards.

They are!

There she is. As if on cue. My heart soars at the sight of her sparkling eyes. She gestures with her head, signaling that she wants me to follow. 

I should wait a minute. I don’t want any one to get suspicious.

I stay in my seat as she continues on. My foot starts to tap as I get increasingly impatient for her touch. I yearn for her. 

Standing up, I decide that enough time has passed. I excuse my self and walk down the aisle, following her past path. My eyes scan around until I see a familiar head of hair sitting alone in a compartment with a bouncing knee.

I sigh with the satisfaction of finally being with her and knock on the door.

REGULAR POV

Your shoulders startle at the sudden knocking but immediately calm down when you see the source.

“Draco!” You exclaim before jumping up from your seat and into his arms. He chuckles and strongly wraps his arms around you as he twirls you around.

You feel him smile. “Well hello to you too, love.” He says into your hair. 

“Quick let’s close the door.” You say once he sets you down. You lock it, not wanting to risk the chance of being seen together by any of your peers.

You sit next to him and look into his eyes. Before you get a chance to say anything, he cups your face with his hands and kisses you with so much passion, that you can practically taste the lust dripping from his lips.

“God, i’ve missed you.” He says after breaking the kiss, your face still secure in his hands. 

You smile in his hold, looking up at him “I’ve missed you more.” You whisper, before nestling your head into the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on your head as he strokes your soft hair. 

You stayed that way almost the whole train ride. Just talking and cuddling. There was occasionally a kiss or two exchanged but all of that came to a halt when you noticed Hogwarts appearing in the distance. “We should probably go back to our seats.” You told him, starting to sit up.

He sighed, “I’d rather stay here, perhaps forever.” 

You chuckled and agreed with him, but you both reluctantly got up and started heading your separate ways, though one last glance was exchanged.

Your friends and brother questioned where you had disappeared off when you returned. “I found Luna and her and I completely lost track of time catching up.” You half heartedly lie. He was still on your mind, you already miss him.

:: :: ::

The school year drug on. You and Draco were officially “together”, although nobody knew but the two of you. Sneaking around with him was getting increasingly harder as Harry was getting more and more suspicious of your constant disappearing.

Harry was starting to get on your nerves for another reason though. He kept on bringing Draco’s name up in conversation, accusing him of all sorts of horrid things having to do with the Dark Lord.

Now, you knew about Draco’s family’s ties with the Death Eaters but you told him to keep you in the dark as much as possible. You knew Draco was a good man with a kind heart but the less you knew the better, which he happily complied with. Your safety was his number one priority. He has never cared for anything as much as he cares for you.

You were currently in the room of requirement with Draco. Enjoying every moment together. Every second in his arms was a second well spent. You truly felt at home with him. This is where you belong.

You were both tangled around each other, laughing between kisses about something Snape had apparently said in class the other day. Just as your laughter had started to settle down you both hear the door swing open, and your brothers voice sound throughout the room.

“What is he doing in here? How did he get in?” You whisper-ask Draco, whose face shows just as much confusion as yours. 

He shakes his head “I have no idea. Come on, let’s hide.” He leads you behind a cabinet and places a shushing finger over your lips, his other arm around your waist, as if to keep you safe.

Your heart is pounding as you think of all the things that could go wrong. It’s silent, but you can hear your brother walking around the room. The footsteps start to sound closer and closer as you and Draco slowly back away from them. 

You both move strategically and synchronized, your attention starts to waver as suddenly a loud crash sounds, you knocked over a vase.

“Who’s there?!” Harry yells out as you and Draco simultaneously wince. Harry rounds the corner and see’s his sister in the arms of Draco Malfoy. 

His eyes fill with red. “Malfoy get the hell of my sister.” He says in an eerily calm tone through gritted teeth. 

When neither of you move, Harry says again, “Malfoy, step away from my sister now or so help me god.” He was shaking with rage. 

Draco unwraps his arms from you and takes a small step to the left. He was trying to be as respectful as possible, as he knew that if he were rude to your brother, that may upset you.

You’re hands were shaking. “Harry, please let me explain.” You plead to your brother, but he wasn’t having it.

“So this is where you’ve been sneaking around to, huh? You’ve been rolling around in bed with Malfoy?” Harry sneered.

Tears started to brim your eyes and you saw Draco visibly tense up, trying to restrain from hitting Harry upside the head for speaking to you that way.

“Harry, it’s not like that.” You tell him, lowering your voice, in fear of him hearing it crack.

He laughs venomously. “Oh it’s not like that is it? Huh? (y/n) He’s a death eater for god’s sake!”

“HE’S MY BOYFRIEND.” You spit out at him. Something inside you snapped. You could feel your boiling blood coursing the voice. 

Harry takes a step towards you and Draco intuitively stands in front of you. Shielding you from Harry.

“Move Malfoy.” Harry says, trying to shove him out of the way.

Draco shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”.  “Why? She’s my sister, move out the way!” Harry persists.

You could see something in Draco shift. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!” He yells out at your brother, leaving him breathless.

You come out from behind Draco and see Harry’s faltering face. He’s speechless. 

You pull on Draco’s hand “Come on Draco, let’s leave.” He urgently follows you as you both leave Harry with a spinning head in the room by himself.

The two of you hurry down the hallway, not caring who see’s you holding hands. You just have to get out of there.

Ignoring the wide-eyed stares you both were getting, you finally make it out a door to an outside courtyard. “So, what now?” Draco asks you.

You look to him. You take in all of his gorgeous features and sigh “I’ve got no clue. But whatever happens we’ll be okay.” You smile at him.

Draco smiles back at you as you start to walk around the lake. You both laugh when you hear from a distance “Is that Malfoy and Potter?!”. The secret’s officially out.

Suddenly, you stop dead in your tracks, causing Draco to look at you with a worried expression. “Oh, by the way, I love you too, Malfoy.” He chuckles as he leans in for a kiss.

This will be interesting.

:: :: ::

HI okay i’ve absolutely loved writing this. this is perhaps one of my favorite things i have ever written on this blog. i hope you enjoy! also, this is my first ti,e writing anything HP on here, should i continue?

xxx

[xforeverweareyoungx]

Let’s Not Fall In Love | Pt. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2033

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The first time you felt your heart ache was when you were five years old. It was another regular day where you and Jungkook would play outside just like any other day, enjoying each others company, laughing and sharing little secrets with each other. Your best friend was always the shy one when you both were younger, constantly seeking for your help whenever he wanted to make new friends or get to now a stranger. So, when the new girl who recently moved to your neighborhood asked if she could join and play with you both, you welcomed her with a big smile and open arms, whereas Jungkook nodded with a shy smile plastered on his young face. Just like that, your friendship that consisted of two people became three, the new girl melting in as if she was there from day one. Yuri was a sweet girl, well behaved and very beautiful. Long curly hair, green eyes, and a stunning smile, which was the reason why your best friend’s innocent, pure heart started beating faster at a very young age. Even though you were young, you weren’t stupid. You could see the shy smiles they were sharing with each other or the way the both tried to find an excuse to go to each others houses and spent some time together, without you. You never made a big deal about it, giving them the space they wanted and staying at home when you were one hundred percent sure that they were at the park nearby, enjoying their time together. From time to time, they would knock on your door and ask if you would like to join them, dragging you out of your house when you would turn their offer down. However you never felt like you were part of their friendship, always feeling left out when they would talk about their secrets or the things they’ve done a few days ago. So, your friendship went on, until one day, you found yourself fighting with Yuri about an unnecessary topic. Growls turned into shouts and shouts turned into physical fighting where you would push each other, both of you lying on the ground with terribly hurting blood covered scratches and wounds on your knees and hands. However, what hurt more was seeing Jungkook running toward Yuri and helping her up, asking if she was okay with those concerned eyes of his as if you weren’t there, lying on the ground as blood dripped down on the hard concrete. Slowly, you stood up and and turned around, limping your way home as tears rolled down your face. To the questions of your mother about what had happened, you answered with a shrug. When she asked the question if anything else was hurting, you looked into her eyes with your tear filled ones and lifted your hand, placing on top of your chest.

You were only five when you felt your heart ache for the first time. And it was caused by none other than your best friend Jeon Jungkook.

“Wait, are they really dating?“

“No way, he would never date someone like her!“

“If it’s real, I swear to God I’ll kill her! How can she steal my crush away from me?!“

“Let’s be real, they look good together. #Goals!“

“Until today, I always thought that Jungkook had feelings for Y/N. Seems like I was wrong.“

Your hand stilled midway as you were closing your locker, the words coming out of the girl’s mouth who was passing you by as she was talking to her friend making your whole body freeze immediately.

So it finally happened. Your biggest fear came true, again..

This would definitely not be the first time you would see your best friend holding a girl’s hand, nor would it be the first time witnessing the way his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about how perfect his girlfriend was.

But this time, it was different. You knew it, you could feel it. The way he looked at her when she first entered the school, the way he gushed about her every single time she walked by or how he would smile whenever he would talk about her. She was different, just like Yuri.

So, the only thing you could do was wrap your hands tightly around your books and take deep breaths as you walked by the people who were looking at you with their curious eyes, talking about how how sorry they felt for you now that your best friend had a new girl by his side other than you.

“Y/N!“

As if you weren’t having a hard time already, you heard the one voice you wanted to avoid for the rest of the day or even week if possible. Quickening your steps, you wrapped your arms even tighter around your books, not even once looking up as you mumbled to yourself quietly. “Don’t cry, Y/N. Not now. Not in front of him.“

“Y/N! Wait!“

Trying to block out your best friend’s voice that was coming from the distance, you walked around the corner only to collide with something, more specifically someone, and voilà, you found yourself sitting on your butt, all your books scattered on the floor.

Immediately, you bowed your head down and apologized without looking up, your shaking hands reaching out for your books as fast as they could as you still mumbled to yourself. “Don’t! You can’t cry now. Hold it in, Y/N!“

Just as you were reaching out for your last book, you saw how the person in front of you reached out for it, the long, slender fingers picking it up and dusting the dirt off of it.

Your eyes still focused on the floor as you tried to prevent the tears from rolling down your face, you reached your hand  out in order to take your book back but immediately panicked when you heard your best friend’s voice for the third time that day, this time even closer than the last two times.

“Hey, are you okay? W-Wait, are you crying-“

Before the stranger could end his sentence, you started running away as fast as your shaky legs could, your book already long forgotten in his hands.

10:21 am

New text message from: Jungkookie

Yah! Where are you?! Why were you running away like that? Did something happen?! Has anyone done something to you?!

Looking up from your phone, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Ding.

10:23 am

New text message from: Jungkookie

Why aren’t you answering?! Y/N I’m getting worried! Please tell me where you are I will come to you

Trying to ignore the tears in your eyes, you typed back.

10:24 am

Sending message to: Jungkookie

I’m fine, no need to worry, Jungkook-ah :)

10:25 pm

New text message from: Jungkookie

Tell me where you are!

10:27 am

Sending message to: Jungkookie

I’m at our schools rooftop

Before you tapped on send a feeling came over you and you deleted the words you typed, deciding to ignoring his last message. Locking your phone screen, you tucked the device away and took another deep breath. Lifting your head slowly, you looked up at the blue sky, finally letting your tears roll down your face.

Chuckling silently, you mumbled to yourself yet again. “You’re crying again when I told you not to..“, You wiped your tears away, “You can’t even tell him you love him so why are you crying, you stupid girl! You’re nothing more than a best friend!“

Closing your eyes tightly, you repeated the same words over and over again. “You’re nothing more than a best friend to him! Stop crying!“

Placing your hand on your chest, you started punching it lightly as another sob escaped your mouth. “Please stop beating for him, please..I can’t handle it anymore, please..“

No matter how many times you’ve decided to ignore the truth, how much you were scared to face the reality, he was your best friend and you couldn’t run away from him. Not now, not when he was so attached to you..

So, here you were, leaning against the wall in front of your classroom as you waited for your best friend to arrive with the new girl, his new girl. Not longer than five minutes later, you felt two strong arms wrapped around your body, your face tucked into his chest. “I was so worried..“ you heard him mumble as he let out the breath he was holding in, his arms holding you even tighter than before.

Patting his back twice, you smiled slightly so he wouldn’t get even more worried. “I told you that I’m fine.“

Leaning back a little bit, he observed your face as he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “Are you sure?“

Smiling even wider, you closed your eyes and nodded. The moment you felt his lips on your forehead, the smile vanished from your face, your heart breaking a little bit more.

Patting him one last time on the back, you unwrapped his arms from your body and looked over his shoulder. There she was, as gorgeous as ever, looking at you both with a smile plastered on her face. Walking up to her, you reached your hand out for her and started talking. “Hey, my name is Y/N.“, pointing over your shoulder at Jungkook, you continued. “I’m this dumbhead’s best friend, and believe me, nothing more. So you don’t need to worry about anything-“

Before you could end your sentence, you felt her arms around your body, her bright voice filling your ears. “I’m so glad that I finally got to know you! I’ve heard so many cool things about you! My name is Sana, and I would love to have you as my friend!“

Taken aback by her bright personality, you hugged her back. “M-Me too.“

Just like that, you watched how she walked up to Jungkook, who was now standing beside you, and observed how she intertwined her fingers with his, his grip strong around her fragile fingers.

Right when you wanted to excuse yourself, you heard Jungkook call someone over who’s name you’ve never heard before. When you looked up, you were met with someone you’ve, yet again, never seen before. The stranger, on the other hand, didn’t notice that you where there, only noticing you when you spoke up. “Jungkook, who is this?“

“Y/N, this is-“

Jungkook’s words were interrupted by the stranger. “Oh! You’re cupcake!“

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned your head over to your best friend, only to see the same confusion plastered on his face.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that we’ve seen each other before.“ you said as you tried to stay polite.

Suddenly, the stranger leaned forward and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent in as if it was something normal to do. Your whole body froze and you opened your eyes widely, forgetting how to breathe. You felt someone wrap their hand around your wrist and pull you away immediately, the hard surface your back slammed against telling you that it was none other than Jungkook.

Grip tight on your wrist, Jungkook hissed to the stranger. “What do you think you’re doing?!“

The stranger smiled innocently, looking into your eyes with his brown ones. “I was right, you do smell like cupcakes.“

Turning to you, Jungkook hissed again. “Do you know him, Y/N?!“

Still taken aback, you tried to answer. “I-I..“

Then you saw your book in the stranger’s hand. Observing his hands you nodded. “Y-Yes, I do..“

Taking the book from his hand, you watched how he walked away, leaving you and your friends away with an amazed and in Jungkook’s case, frustrated feeling.

“How dare he do something like that?! Just because he’s new here doesn’t mean he can do something like that to you-“

Blocking you best friend’s nagging out from your head, you felt the urge to look inside your book for some reason. Flipping a few pages, you indeed found a post it sticking on page 59 of your book.

“Stop hiding your love behind your tears, Cupcake! It will only destroy you..“