#please ignore the backwards sweater sobs

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I like you *hits with my scrunklification beam*

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Shoulder to Cry On (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a reader x Agatha Harkness where the reader had a rough break up in Westview, and Agatha invites her over, and she makes her feel better? Rest is up to you, it's okay if you can't! Don't forget to drink some water, and have a good day! <3 (anon)

Contents: breakup, sad reader, comforting agatha, AU/non-canon

A/N: you’re so sweet anon 🥰 i def didn’t drink enough water today but i hope you did 😙 i really liked writing this and i’m almost tempted to do a part two…but we’ll see 🖤

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Your House

“Get out!” You yelled at your now-ex. You’d finally confronted them about your suspicions that they were cheating, and lo and behold, you were right.

“Baby, please,” they begged as you shoved them out the door. “Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Have fun with Lisa, or whatever her name is.” You spat, slamming the door on their face.

You slid down to the floor, feeling your anger turning into sadness. Tears quickly began streaming down your face until you were sobbing on the floor.

You’d spent three years with them. Three years of your life that you’d never get back.

How could you be so stupid? The red flags were there but you kept ignoring them, choosing instead to stay because they were familiar and you were comfortable.

Ugh. People don’t talk about the downsides of relationships nearly enough.

You stood up from your spot on the floor, suddenly remembering the pint of ice cream sitting in your freezer. That would cheer you up.

After a few hours of romcoms and ice cream, you weren’t feeling much better than before. Maybe fresh air would clear your mind a bit.

You threw on a sweater and slipped on your shoes, grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

Outside

You were making your way down your steps when you stopped in your tracks.

Son of a bitch. Their car was parked next to the curb, and they were sitting in it. The nerve of them.

“What the fuck?” You said, knocking on their window. “What’re you doing?”

They got out of the car and walked around to you. “I thought I’d give you some time to cool off so that we could talk.”

“Are you kidding me? I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You’re being irrational,” they said, grabbing your arm. “Are you really going to throw what we had out the window?”

“First of all,” you felt angry tears welling up in your eyes. “You threw what we had out the window, jerk. Secondly, let me go.”

You tried to pull your arm away but they held on. “Babe-”

“I’m not your babe!” You exclaimed, frustrated. “Let me go.”

“Come on-”

“I think she said let her go.” A familiar voice interrupted them. You turned to see Agatha walking up from behind you.

Your ex didn’t move their hand. “Mind your business, lady.”

“No, I don’t think so.” With a flick of her hand, your ex was pushed backwards by an invisible force, their hand leaving your arm.

“Now I suggest you leave, because you don’t want to see me when I’m really angry.” Agatha’s blue eyes turned purple briefly.

Your ex stumbled backwards. “Fine, fuck,” they muttered. They tried to make eye contact with you but you turned away.

When they finally got in their car and drove away, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “Thank you,” you said to Agatha.

She wrapped an arm around your waist while the other clasped your arm, holding you close.

“Anytime dear.” Her eyes crinkled as she gave you a warm smile. “Now come, you need to rest that pretty head of yours.”

Before you could protest, the witch steered you towards her house, clearly not taking no for answer.

Agatha’s House

Inside, Agatha walked you over to her couch. “Would you like a cup of tea, hon?”

“Sure, thank you.” You smiled. You secretly always loved when she’d call you pet names.

Agatha conjured two teacups, one for the each of you, onto the table. “Two creams and a sugar, just how you like it.” She winked, handing you yours.

You accepted it gratefully and took a sip.

You’d been to the witch’s house a few times before. With her living across the street you’d become friends of sorts. She was really your only friend in the neighbourhood. You’d moved to Westview not long ago and you’d been dating your ex for most of your time here, so you hadn’t bothered to get to know many people.

The thought brought a frown to your face. So much time, down the drain.

“Oh sweetie,” Agatha give you a sympathetic look. She placed her cup on the table and moved closer to you on the couch. “I know you’re probably feeling a lot right now. It’s okay.”

Her arm pulled you close to her and you let yourself rest your head on her shoulder. Suddenly, your eyes were welling with tears again.

“Let it out dear, don’t fight it.” Agatha hummed, her fingers combing through your hair as you cried against her shoulder.

When it felt like you couldn’t get any more tears out, you sat up, shaking your head. “God, I’m sorry Agatha. I’m just a mess right now.”

“It’s okay doll,” she said, wiping your tears with her thumbs. Her blue eyes met yours. “To be frank, I think you deserve a hell of a lot more than them. You’re beautiful, smart, funny…I bet you could have anyone you wanted.” She said earnestly.

It was probably because your emotions were out of whack right now but Agatha’s words made a warmth bloom in your chest. “Thank you, Agatha. For being so kind.”

“Don’t worry about it hon,” Agatha said, placing a kiss on your temple. You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the gesture.

“Now,” she smiled. “Why don’t we put on a movie, hm? That’ll take your mind off things.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me, darling. Besides, I doubt you have much more going on than ice cream and TV.” She winked.

“Fair enough,” you said.

“Great!” Agatha clapped her hands together. “You pick the movie and I’ll be back with popcorn.”

She returned not long after, a large blanket and a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She glanced at the TV and back to you. “Princess and the Frog?” She arched a brow.

“It’s my comfort movie,” you shrugged.

Agatha let out a dramatic sigh, muttering something about “princess movies”, before joining you on the couch. She covered both of you with the blanket and as the movie began playing, you happily snuggled in closer to her.

You enjoyed the familiarity of the movie and having Agatha watching it with you was really nice. But you’d be lying if you said her hand on your thigh wasn’t a distraction. Especially when she started tracing circles with her fingers.

When the witch doctor transformed the prince into a frog onscreen, Agatha chuckled. “Hey that’s a good idea, isn’t it,” she whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Next time someone bothers you, I could just turn them into a frog.”

You turned to look at her and began giggling. The idea of her turning people into frogs was quite funny. Agatha’s smiled at you, and you watched as her eyes drifted down to your lips.

“Nice to hear you laugh again hon.” She whispered. You felt your breath hitch in your throat when her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Suddenly, a loud sound from the movie startled the two of you. You felt like your face was on fire as you resumed watching the movie. Were we going to kiss?

Your stomach flipped at the thought. No- this wasn’t like that. You were just emotional, that’s all.

Get it together Y/N. You just got out of a relationship a couple of hours ago for God’s sake. You couldn’t be thinking about your (admittedly gorgeous) neighbour like that.

The movie soon came to an end and you took that as your cue. “I should get going, Agatha,” you said, standing up and walking with her to the door. “Thank you again for this. You’re the best, honestly.”

“You don’t have to thank me dear,” she gave you a warm smile. “I just hope I could make you feel a little better. I’m always here for you.”

Agatha pulled you in for a hug and gave you a kiss on the cheek before you headed out the door. “Goodnight!” She called as you crossed the street.

“Night!” You called back, waving at Agatha.

It wasn’t until you were back in your home that you remembered Agatha could read minds.

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Camping

Prompt: You, Fred, George, Ginny and the trio decide to have some fun over summer break and go on a camping trip, except without the magic tents. Just some friends and some nature. Well, except for you and Fred, who are both pining over each other while thinking the other doesn't share their feelings. That is until you get particularly cold one night.

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!, Camping, Swearing, Fluffy ending, I think that’s it.

A/N: Oh, to be fucked in a tent by Fred Weasley. The dream really. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! LMK if you have any requests!

You let out a sigh of relief as you let your heavy backpack fall to the ground. The hike had been long, almost three hours, but the scenery from the mountain top where you and your friends were currently standing made it worth it.

It was Hermione's idea to go camping. She had talked about how fun it was when she had gone with her family, and thought it would be a good way to get out and spend some time together over the summer, and the twins only having been wizard camping with magic tents wanted the full muggle camping experience.

You were looking over the view when your eyes landed on Fred’s as he was looking at you, a smile on his face.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” You joked to the older red head.

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view” He replied

You only smiled and rolled your eyes, moving to unpack your bag and start setting up the campsite. You and the twins were in the same year, and had been friends ever since your first day at Hogwarts, but you only saved your flirty jokes for Fred. 

“How in the bloody hell does this work?” Ron mumbled to Hermione, stretching out the fabric of the tent he would be sharing with Harry.

“You have to put the poles through it” Hermione explained, taking the fabric from him and showing him how to set up the tent, Fred and George watching from the side.

You and Hermione's family's had both had some camping supplies, so you brought everything you thought you would need, including four tents. Three doubles for Fred and George, Harry and Ron, and Ginny and Hermione, and a single for you. You honestly didn’t mind the solitude though, in fact you were pretty excited to get some uninterrupted sleep.

A few hours later, and sleep was the last thing that you were expecting to get. The temperature had gone down with the sun, and your sleeping bag was doing little to protect you from the cold that filled your tent.

You were just about to see if you had packed another sweater to put on, when you heard shuffling from outside, causing you to freeze up. You clenched your teeth to stop them from chattering as you strained your ears, trying to hear what the sound could have been before-

“Hey Y/n, you awake?” Fred’s voice whispered from outside the tent, causing you to huff out a breath, opening your tent flap to glare at the red head.

“Fred! You scared the shit out of me what's wrong with you?” You whisper yelled, backing up as Fred came to sit inside the tent with you, his sleeping bag wrapped around him.

“Oh stop it you love me” Fred shot back, now fully inside the tent and sitting cross legged across from you. “George wont stop snoring, can I bunk in here with you?”

“Fred... It’s tiny in here you wont fit” You tried to argue.

“Just scooch over, it’ll be fine” He said back, already moving to one side of the tent and pushing your sleeping bag over to lay his down, unwrapping it from around himself to reveal he was shirtless underneath. 

You averted your eyes, trying to hide the blush on your face.

“Fine, but I swear if you kick me-” You started.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise” Fred joked, causing the light blush from earlier to now heat up your entire face.

You shifted a bit, making more room before laying back down, facing away from Fred. A few minutes past and the cold had seeped into your bones, causing you to start shivering again. You pulled your knees into your chest, trying to preserve your body heat until you fell asleep, but you were interrupted.

“Y/N...” Fred whispered from behind you.

“What?” You whispered back a bit angrily, irritated that the cold was keeping you awake.

“Are you cold?” Fred asked, completely ignoring your tone. 

“No it’s a fucking sauna in here” you replied sarcastically.

“Come here” Fred said after a moment, causing you to roll over to face him, your eyes widening.

“What?” You asked

“Come here, I’ll keep you warm” Fred said simply. 

You looked at him dumbly. The possibility of somehow embarrassing yourself in front of your longtime crush was very real, however, you could already feel the heat radiating off of him, and your toes were practically numb-

“For Merlin's sake Y/N, your teeth are chattering, would you just come here so maybe we could both get some sleep?” Fred asked, lifting the edge of his sleeping bag.

“Fine, but no funny business” you said, trying to be casual, like you weren't about to practically cuddle your long time crush.

“You insult me, I’m a gentlemen” He replied

You opened your sleeping bag and carefully shifted yourself until you were in Fred's, turning so your back was once again facing him. Once you were inside, Fred lowered his arm, encasing the both of you in the sleeping bag before wrapping his arm around your waist, causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt.

A few minutes had past, and you were still shivering a bit, Fred's body heat taking its time to seep through the three sweaters you were currently wearing.

“You know” Fred started “If you took your clothes off you’d get warmer faster” He said suggestively, causing you to roll your eyes.

“If you’re just going to make fun of me I can go, I’m sure Hermione and Ginny could make room” You shot back, your nerves getting the better of you.

“I’m serious!” Fred defended, any hint of joking from his voice leaving “Your feet are freezing and you’ve barely warmed up at all, but if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to” Fred finished. 

You pondered for a minute. Fred sounded genuine, and it was unlikely either of you would get any sleep with you practically vibrating from the cold. So without saying a word, you sat up and began to strip the layers off your body until you were only in your bra, underwear, and socks, laying down again, with your back facing Fred.

“Bra stays on” You mumbled, causing Fred to chuckle from behind you, before returning to his original position with his arm wrapped around you, this time his skin coming in direct contact with you.

You warmed up fairly quickly, both from body heat, and the fact that you and Fred have never been this close and your heart was racing at a trillion miles per hours. You had just started to get a hold on your jitters, when Fred moved his hand, trailing his fingers up your side and making small patterns on your arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

“Is this ok?” Fred asked, a gentleness to his tone

“Mhm” You mumbled, the action starting to lull you to sleep, before you felt his hand move from your arm to your shoulder, then to your neck, then to the side of your face, his feather light touches almost tickling your skin.

“Is this?” Fred asked once again.

“Yeah” You replied, a bit more awake now, then again, you could be dreaming. However the possibility of this moment being in your imagination was quickly whisked away when you felt warm lips connect to your shoulder, before moving up toward your neck, leaving short wet kisses in his wake, he finally landed just below your ear.

“Is this ok?” He whispered, 

You turned in the sleeping bag so you were now facing him, “Yes” You said before moving your hand to cup his face, and closing the space between you. Fred took no time to react, moving his arm to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him, your chest now fully pressed against his.

Without breaking the kiss, you moved your hand from his face down to his chest, when you gently pushed him backwards, so he was now laying on his back, and you were straddling him, Fred's large hands coming to rest on your thighs. 

Fred gently bit your lower lip, and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to intertwine with yours. As the kiss deepened, your hips began to rock against his, his hardened member now painfully obvious.

You trailed one of your hands up his chest, landing on his head before entangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a light tug. This sent Fred over the edge, gripping your legs to flip you over so you were now laying beneath him, a started yelp escaping your lips.

“Shh, darling. We need to be quiet” Fred rasped into your ear, placing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine, before his reached around behind you, unclasping your bra which you quickly discarded

Fred continued to kiss downwards, his hand coming upwards to grasp your breast as his lips met the other, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, before continuing the attack on the other, most likely leaving marks for the morning.

He continued kissing downwards, stopping once he reached the elastic of your panties, looking up at you and kissing the inside of your knee, your thigh, your hips, everywhere except where you needed him.

“Fred please stop teasing I- oh god!” You started, protesting his slow pace before quickly moving the fabric to the side, licking a long stripe from your core to your bundle of nerves.

Your head fell back against your pillows, one hand moving to cover your mouth while the other went down to run your fingers through his hair, Fred moaning as you pulled on his fiery strands, sending the vibrations straight to your core.

As Fred continued to eat you out, you struggled to remain quiet, the hand covering your mouth doing almost nothing to contain your moans. You were just about to reach your high, your head rolling back and your toes curling when Fred pulled away.

“What the fuck Fred?” You almost sobbed, frustrated that he had stolen your orgasm. Fred crawled his way back up your body, quickly pulling his wand out from beside the sleeping bag, and casting a silencing charm on the tent.

“I want to be inside you when you come, and I want to hear you screaming my name” Fred whispered into your ear, causing your eyes to widen at the boldness of his statement. Your surprise was quickly overcome with lust as Fred leaned down to re connect your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

You broke the kiss and quickly kicked your panties the rest of the way off, Fred moving to remove his pajama pants, freeing his cock which slapped against his toned stomach. You gasped as Fred guided himself to your core, teasing your folds before slowly pushing into you, his size stretching you perfectly.

He waited a few seconds for you to adjust, only moving when you nodded that you were ready. He pulled out half way, before slowly thrusting back, bottoming out completely before repeating his movements, gaining speed with each thrust.

Fred brushed past your spot with each snap of his hips, making it impossible to contain your moans. Your hands moved up his back, digging your fingernails into his back desperate to bring him closer.

“So fucking perfect, you take my cock so well” Fred practically growled, sucking marks into the crook of your neck as his high approached.

“Oh fuck Fred, I- I’m close” You gasped, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with each trust.

Fred reached down and lifted your leg over his shoulder, creating a whole new angle that hit that one spot perfectly every time, before moving his fingers to your core, making small fast circles around your clit.

“Cum for me baby” Fred said, and a few seconds later the coil in your stomach snapped, your back arching as you rode out your orgasm.

Fred’s thrusts became sloppy as he came shorty after you, helping you to ride out your orgasm, before finally slowing to a stop. You stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high, before Fred pulled out of you, causing you to whine from the empty feeling. 

He laid back in him original spot, the both of you staring at the ceiling for a moment, before a chuckle escaped your lips, causing Fred to look over at you.

“No funny business” You quoted yourself from earlier, “That was a fucking lie”

Both you and Fred erupted into a fit of laughter, the sudden realization of ‘I just fucked my best friend, and it was awesome’ setting in.

“Bra stays on” Fred quoted you from earlier “Also a fucking lie” 

“Would you have rather it stayed on?” You asked through giggles

“Oh hell no, in fact, get rid of it I never want to see it again” Fred replied, sending you both into another fit of chuckles.

“That's what I thought” You said once the laughing had died down, suddenly becoming a bit self conscious about the whole situation as a thousand questions went through your mind. Was this a one time thing? Does he actually like me or did he just want to fuck? Should I move? Should I-

“I think I’m in love with you” Fred suddenly said from beside you, your head snapping to look at him, his eyes already on you.

“What?” You asked, not sure if you were hearing him correctly.

“I think I’m in love with you. I have been for a while actually” Fred started, causing your brain to short-circuit “Your so funny, and kind, and smart, and fuck you're so hot, but you’re also so beautiful and I just-”

You cut off Fred’s rambling by connecting the space between you once again, connecting your lips to his, one to show that you felt the same way, but to also double check to make sure you weren't dreaming. 

“I think I love you too” You said after you broke away from the kiss, a smile crossing the red heads face.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah” You replied, smiling back at him.

Fred leaned down and kissed you again, before wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to him, your head now resting on his chest, his heartbeat beginning to lull you to sleep.

“Y/N?” Fred asked, whispering so he didn’t startle you.

“Hmm?” You mumbled back, already half asleep.

“Are you still cold? Because if you are we could always go for round two?” Fred asked jokingly, laughing when you smacked his shoulder.

“Fred!”

Needless to say... there was a round two.

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A/N: SMUT WITH PLOT??? In this economy??? 

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed! I don’t write smut very often so I hope it was ok! Feel free to leave any requests or comments if you’d like. Also i have a taglist now so lmk if you want to be added! Love you all!

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I Want You To Love Me (James Potter x Reader)

PROMPT: hi, i finally did it. this is part two to tell me that you love me!

A/N: i do prefer the first part but i also enjoyed writing this. 

WARNINGS: angst?

WC: 3.7K+ (sorry again)

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i want you to love me (j.p one shot)

“Y/N/N, let me in!”

You lifted your head from your pillow to speak into the distance separating your bed from your door, “Go away, Pads! I’m staying in.”

“You said that last weekend… and the weekend before that,” you heard Sirius groan from the hallway. He continued to bang against the wooden door, rattling the metal components of it, “We miss you, Y/N/N! Come out to Hogsmeade with us!”

“No, I want to stay in,” you yelled, falling back into the solace of your bed, “Sirius, please just go without me. I’m sure my less than happy attitude would kill the mood anyway.”

“I’d rather have the mood be killed than not have my friend with me.” 

You smiled a bit at his words. Sirius always did know how to cheer you up. A part of you wanted to give in and spend the day with your friends. You did miss them terribly, as you’ve done nothing short of avoiding them for the last month. You even went so far as to switching out of the classes that you had with them. You were surprised you got permission to do so, but you had to thank your long-standing and pleasant relationships with your professors for that. 

As you opened your mouth to agree to Sirius’ offer, you began to remember who else would be there— James. A month in isolation was not enough time to mend a broken heart. So you sunk back in your bed, pulling the covers up to cover your chest, and squeezed your eyes shut. 

You heard Sirius sigh, disappointingly, before his footsteps echoed down the corridors. You were relieved he gave up, at least for the day. You didn’t know if James had told them about that night, you didn’t really allow yourself to be in the same space as any of the Marauders for enough time to have a conversation beyond “hi’s” and “hello’s.” Sirius was tired of it, as was Peter and Remus, but Sirius took it personally. You two have built a good friendship over the years and he didn’t know what it was that caused you to pull away from them so rapidly and so out of the blue. 

He had a hunch. He figured it had something to do with James, as the boy flinched every time someone was to mention your name. Not to mention the way James had changed drastically, more subdued and mellowed out ever since the night of the party. He hasn’t chased after Lily since, and it puzzled a lot of people, Sirius especially. He had to hear about James’ incessant pining for years and all of a sudden, Lily seemed to cease to exist? Something wasn’t right. 

Sirius talked about it to Remus and Peter but the two boys were just as lost as he was. Nobody knew what happened that night between you and James. And although they all had their theories, most of them being absurd, James never talked about it to anyone, nor did you. So your friends were left in the dark, wondering and guessing what on earth transpired. 

It wasn't until an hour after Sirius’ supposed departure did you hear a knock on your door again. You groaned, not wanting to have this conversation twice in the same day. You sat up, “Go away, Sirius!”

Another knock. 

“Padfoot,” you warned, “Go away, please!”

He seemed to ignore your rebuttals, continuing to pound harshly on your door. You closed your eyes, pushing two pillows against both of your ears to try to drown out the noise, forgetting for a second that you were a witch with the knowledge of a simple spell to do the trick. When you realized that the pillows weren’t working, nor did he show any signs of stopping, you got up from your bed and marched angrily to your door. 

You swung it open, looking down at your feet. You huffed, “Sirius, I’m really not in the mood—” 

It wasn’t Sirius. 

James’ back was turned, evidence that he’d been pacing in front of your door after he heard your footsteps. When he heard the familiar creaking of your door opening, he turned around, an unexplainable look on his face. His eyes were brimmed red, like he’d been crying. His curls were tossed around, not neatly styled the way he always did them. James wore pajama pants and a fluffy sweater. It was unfair, really, how good he still looked even when he quite literally just rolled out of bed. 

The two of you didn’t talk, not one word. You just stared at each other, taking in each other’s presence. You became so aware of how you must’ve looked— pajama pants that went past the tip of your toes, a large hoodie that you were half-sure belonged to James once, and your hair in disarray from spending the entire day and afternoon in bed. Subconsciously, you hid behind your door, trying to hide yourself from the boy who watched your every move. 

The silence was deafening. It was awkward and uncomfortable. It was like neither of you knew each other anymore, like you didn’t spend years being friends or months being wrapped up in each other’s arms in the most vulnerable way. You stared at James Potter, not recognizing the man who stood in front of you. 

This man was unsure of himself, not carrying himself in the confident way that James usually does. His back was hunched over like he was trying to make himself as small as possible. He looked small. He had this guard up in front of him and a face that you couldn’t read. This was unusual for the both of you. You weren’t used to not knowing James. 

You forced yourself to be okay with that thought as you stared him down, knowing that you had no choice but to accept that you two will be strangers to each other one day. Soon, even. But truth be told, you didn’t like it. You didn’t like not knowing him. 

You gulped, starting to close the door, little by little, in hopes he wouldn’t notice. At first, he didn’t. He was too preoccupied staring at your figure, your face, your being, that he didn’t realize that the door was shutting. When James finally did, he stuck his foot in the crack, right before you could close it. He hissed at the pain, but kept his foot there, not daring to move. 

“I miss you,” he finally said, breathing out every word, “And I-I won’t lie to you, I don’t know if there’s a word for what I’m feeling. I’m not even sure I fully understand it.”

James pushed the door open, letting himself walk in despite your silent protests. You walked backwards, stopping right before the back of your knees hit your bedpost. He continued to talk, looking down at his feet, distraught, “All I know is now I can’t stop thinking about you and I can’t stop worrying about whether you’re alright or not. And I think I’m going crazy, Y/N/N.”

“James..”

“No, let me finish,” he shook his head, looking into your eyes. His eyes were clouded by tears making your breath get caught in your throat. He paced back and forth in your dormitory, “I haven’t slept in weeks because every time I close my eyes I just see you and I don’t know what it means! I’m so confused and I just— nothing makes sense anymore. I keep looking for you everywhere I go and I expect you to be there next to me and when you’re not, I just feel so empty.” 

You sat down on your bed, tears flowing down your cheeks. You twiddled with your thumbs in your lap, unable to look at James who stopped his pacing and stood in front of you. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t think you had any words to say.

After his rant, James looked at you. His heart ached as he watched you retreat to yourself, cowering after every word that he said. He ran to you, ignoring the warning signs that were flashing in his mind. “Y/N,” he whispered, crouching down to be eye level with you, “Please look at me.” 

You couldn’t do it. You gulped, biting your lip to stop the cries that wanted to escape. James wrapped his hands around yours, engulfing them in the familiar warmth you’ve missed in the time you were apart. He kneeled in front of you, his head hanging low. Neither of you said anything, the silence and the sounds of muffled cries bouncing off the walls of your dormitory. 

James began to shake softly, his chest rising up and down as his tears began to drop onto the floor. You watched the wood under your feet become pooled with his tears. He placed his forehead on your knees, his lips kissing the fabric of the pajamas you wore to cover your legs. 

“Y/N, I miss you. This month has been hell without you and the only thing that makes sense to me right now is that I need you in my life,” he sighed, lifting his head to place his chin on your lap, “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“That’s not fair, James,” you sobbed, pushing him away. It took all your might not to scoop him up in your arms the minute you saw his hurt expression. You never once denied him, never once pushed him away, until now. You still couldn’t keep eye contact with him, his glossy eyes and trembling lips made you putty in his hands and for once, you wanted to put yourself first. You crossed your knees under your thighs, sitting uncomfortably on your bed, “It’s not fair that you just came in here and said all that.”

He sat in front of you, knees up to his chest. He respected your wishes and kept his distance, “Why?”

“Because I know what I’m feeling,” you stated, lips quivering. “I’m sure of what I feel and you can’t just come in here and say that you miss me without knowing what it is you feel! I don’t want to keep thinking that there’s something here when there’s not, James. It’s not fair to me.” 

“How am I supposed to figure out if there’s something here if I haven't seen you in a month, Y/N?” he replied, frustrated with the lack of communication between the two of you. “I haven’t seen you for weeks! You disappeared on me. I didn’t know what to think. The only thing I could think about was how I didn’t want you gone from my life. I tried, Y/N/N. I tried so hard to talk to you but you weren’t around anymore. I asked Minnie where you’ve been and she said it wasn’t any of my business—”

“Because it isn’t,” you interrupted. 

James rolled his eyes, ignoring your snarky comment, “The last time I saw you— if you even count that glance as seeing you— was when you helped bring Moony inside after the full moon. And the minute I tried to talk to you, you bolted! I felt like you didn’t want me around anymore and that killed me, Y/N/N.”

You felt a bit guilty, knowing that you did everything that he stated. You sniffled, finally getting the courage to look at him. James was staring at you intently, resting his cheek on his knee. His cheeks were squished, making him look so adorable with his red nose and messy curls. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes widening in realization. 

“Merlin, you haven’t even been in the Great Hall for meals! How do you get away with that? Have you been eating?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his worried tone, not expecting that to come out of his lips. James always did have a motherly instinct when it came to you and the Marauders. He was shocked at the sound of your laughter, the worry in his eyes subsiding for a second. He missed that sound so much.

A lopsided smirk appeared on his lips. James looked at you, quirking his eyebrow. His tone changed as he spoke again, “Well?”

“Well what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, dropping your smile. You remembered why you were in this conversation in the first place. 

“Have you?” he echoed, “Have you been eating?”

“I have.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. His voice never returned to his frustrated tone, as if that little moment between you two was enough to cure his broken soul. He awkwardly waddled closer to your bed, not bothering to get up as he inched to where you sat. James sent you a sad smile, “I missed you.” 

“James—”

“You know,” he interrupted, ignoring the way you wanted to roll your eyes at his antics, “The only times you’ve ever called me James was when I’ve pissed you off, or when I’ve done something, or when we’re talking about something serious. Which makes sense since we are talking about something serious right now—”

To push his buttons, you decided to do the same to him, “Does this lead to a point?”

“Yes, if you would let me talk,” James scoffed, a playful tone in his voice, “As I was saying, you only call me James when I do something... That night in the Common Room was the first time you called me James for not doing something. And Merlin’s beard, every night since then, I wished that I did.” 

You wore a puzzled look on your face, not understanding what he was saying, “What?”

“I wish I did something that night, Y/N/N,” he confessed, “I wish I didn’t leave you on your own. I wish I sat down and talked to you that night. I wish I kissed you when you asked me to. Something! I wish I did something instead of just walking away.” 

You stayed silent as you let yourself process his words. You didn’t want to feel the butterflies in your stomach, but when you realized that he regretted that night for the opposite reason that you did, you couldn’t help it. You regretted that night because you lost James. You lost the years of friendship and history that the both of you shared because of one too many shots. You swallowed your pride and asked him to kiss you so you could have something to remember him by, something to keep you connected with him, even if it was nothing more to him than a memory. 

He regretted that he walked away from you despite the growing ache in his chest. He shut out the rest of the Marauders, hoping that he’ll have enough courage to face what he was feeling for you, rather than hide away and cower behind his far-fetched fantasy with Lily. James regretted that night because he let you believe that you lost him when in reality, he was completely and wholly yours to take. 

“Y/N?” he whispered, focusing on nothing else but you, “Please, say something.”

“You can’t do that, Prongs,” you didn’t miss the way his eyes twinkled with glee when the nickname rolled off your tongue so effortlessly. You blushed, embarrassed, “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

“Never apologize for that,” he shook his head, testing the waters by sitting down on your bed beside you. You didn’t push him off, which he took as a good sign, “Never break that habit either. It comes naturally to you and that’s what I want between us, Y/N/N. We fit together so naturally.” 

You closed your eyes, letting out broken breaths. You clutched your chest, feeling yourself crumble to his feet. James couldn’t hold it in anymore. He wrapped his arms around your shivering figure, only holding you tighter when he felt you stiffen under his touch. He cooed into your hair, sweet nothings that didn’t make any sense, but it was enough. 

James kissed the top of your head, letting you beat your knuckles on his chest in frustration. He knew he deserved this. He deserved your anger and your rejection and your denial. He deserved to be left for dust, as he did to you. But for now, he had you in his arms, and he’d take that over anything else in the world. 

You cried into his chest, “You’ve hurt me so much, James Potter.” 

“I know.” 

“It hurt so much to watch you run after someone else while I was just standing there, waiting for you to see me.”

“I know.” 

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about why I wasn’t good enough for you?” you croaked out, not having the energy to pull away from him. You stayed idle in his arms, except for the occasional wiping of the tears that stained your cheeks, “I know I’m not Lily but Godric, I thought I would be good enough for you.” 

“You are,” he replied, holding your face in his hands. James pulled you away, hoping that if you were to see the sincerity in his eyes, you’d see how much he meant it, “Y/N, you are too good for me. I’m the one that isn’t good enough for you. I’ve been such a fool.” 

“James,” you pushed him away, creating some distance between you. The few inches that separated the both of you might as well be oceans because James had never felt so far from you before. 

He reached out for you, a ghost of a touch caressing your hand before you pulled it away, “Please, stop pulling away from me. Y/N, I’m trying.” 

And he was. You could tell he was trying to figure out what it was he felt for you. He stared at you differently this time— not in the way a friend looked at a friend or the way he used to look at you with lust clouding his eyes. This time, this time was different. James stared at you in adoration, like if he were to be separated from you again, he would lose all his senses. His eyes yearned to look into yours, hoping that if he looked into the swirls of your eyes long enough, he’d be able to see the future he desperately craved with you. 

“I know you are,” you smiled, though it didn’t reach your eyes. You leaned over to trace patterns on the top of his hand. “And I appreciate that you’re trying to figure this out but James, like I said, I can’t be ten steps ahead of you. I can’t wait for you to figure out what you’re feeling for me while I watch myself fall deeper and deeper in love with you because I love you, James and I—”

James’ breath got caught in his throat. The minute those words left your lips, his other hand placed itself on top of yours. He squeezed it, “Say it again.” 

“What?”

“Say it again.” 

“Say what?” 

“Say that you love me again.” 

You shook your head, flustered that you confessed your unrequited love for him a second time. You tried to take your hand back but James held it in place, staring at the way your limbs seemed to melt together.

He spoke again after he realized you weren’t going to, “The night you told me you were in love with me, I felt something that scared me. At first I thought it was just shock and confusion, maybe, because I didn’t think you could ever fall in love with me. I stayed up trying to figure out what that feeling was in my chest because I couldn’t sleep, Y/N. There was this pressure in my chest that I’ve never felt before.” 

James locked his eyes with yours, “And when you said those words right now, I felt it again— that pressure, that something in my chest. Now, it makes sense. It all makes sense. You, your words, your love, is the only thing that makes me feel this way.” 

“What are you saying, James?”

“I’m in love with you, too,” he chuckled, breathily. His eyes pooled with his tears, the overwhelming feelings of realization too much for his emotions to handle, “I’ve been so blind all this time, trying to hide it behind an infatuation that could never and would never touch what we share— what we have.” 

“You can’t say things like that without meaning it. Just a few minutes ago you showed up saying that you didn’t know how you feel and suddenly because I said three little words, you have it all figured out?” 

“No,” he said, truthfully, “I don’t have it all figured out. I don’t know how I can make you trust me again. Or how I can show you how much I truly mean it when I say that I love you. Or how I can convince you that we can move past this. But those three little words helped me become more sure of myself than I ever have been this entire month and I would do anything for you to give me a chance to prove myself.” 

“I don’t want to get hurt,” you mumbled. 

His hopeful eyes wandered to yours, “I’d rather hurt myself a million times over than hurt you again.” 

Finally, after fighting thoughts, you gave in. You nodded, scooting closer to him. James let out a laugh, completely overjoyed that you found it in your heart to give him a chance. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you down onto your messy bed with him. He held you so close to his chest, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat and the way his chest rumbled as he spoke to you.

“Thank you,” he murmured. James caressed the side of your face. He inched closer, darting his eyes to your lips. He swallowed back his fears, taking a leap of faith as he asked the question, “Can I kiss you?” 

You found yourself lost in his eyes, lost in his presence. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the boy in front of you, the boy you loved who you watched love another. The boy who was now in front of you, staring at you in the way that you always craved. It took you a minute to find the right words. When you eventually did, you nodded, hovering your lips over his, “As long as it’s not the last time.”

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Hey love!

How are you?

I hope you are doing good.

Can we please get a pt2 of secret relationship and where’s my love

hey! here's pt.2 to 'where's my love'. FINALLY. The pt.2 to 'secret relationship' will come a little later:) 

a/n: without giving too much away...Daniel finds Y/n...and this sucks ergogeijhet

warnings: mental illness. please read at your own discretion:)

Where's my love Pt.2 (d.s.)

 9:27am 

 “Hello,” Daniel rubbed his dreary eyes with the back of his hand, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder tightly as he lifted an energetic Kobe up to his chest. 

“Hi Daniel, it’s me, Victoria.” 

Daniel took a second to recall who this person was. Victoria, he whispered to himself, finally remembering that she was one of Y/n’s work friends. A smile smeared across his lips slowly, and his eyes lit up with a small glimmer of hope that Y/n would just be at work, and she’d be safe...and warm...and okay. “Oh, hey! You work with Y/n, right? Is she at work right now?” He asked, trying to tone down the sudden excitement laced in his voice. 

“Actually, that’s why I called. She didn’t come to the office yesterday, or today.” Her voice was quiet, and despite only hearing her voice through the phone, Daniel could sense her worry. He tried to ignore the pit in his stomach. 

“W-what? No, no. There’s no way.” He stammered. “She went to work yesterday.” He clenched his jaw tightly. 

“No, she didn’t...Look, I just wanted to ask, next time you talk to her, can you tell her I called?” 

Daniel nodded. He didn’t have the guts to tell Victoria he hadn’t seen Y/n in more than a day and he simply let out a “yeah.” in reply. 

“I’m just a little worried is all.”

“Yeah,” Daniel nodded again, “I’ll tell her.”

“Great, thank you Daniel. She’s lucky to have you.”

He didn’t even try to mutter out a steady reply before hanging up the phone. He tapped on Y/n’s number and waited impatiently as the phone rang, ultimately going to voicemail after a few long seconds. Daniel didn’t know what to do with himself. With the new information he’d just been told he tried to piece together where Y/n might’ve gone but...nothing. His mind went blank, and he shamed himself for it quietly as he paced the living room. Christian’s door opened rather silently and padded from his bedroom to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his brother. 

“Hey, Daniel.” Daniel looked over his shoulder. “What’s up?” He took a shaky deep breath before speaking. “Y/n’s missing.” “What?” “She’s gone. I haven’t seen her since yesterday and her co-worker called me, and she wasn’t at work yesterday or today and I literally have no idea where she could be. What should I do?” Daniel rushed out, scaring himself even more as stared at his older brother, awaiting his reply. The two boys shared identical panic-stricken faces. 

“Do you wanna call the police?” Christian asked gingerly. 

Daniel chucked humourlessly. “Y-you don’t think she’s actually in danger, right?” He answered the question himself. “No, no. Sh- she wouldn-” “Look, we should call them just in case, just to make sure.” Christian assured, walking back towards his bedroom to retrieve his phone. 

Daniel stopped in front of him and walked backwards, closer to the front door. “No, I can find her. I will find her. Don’t call!” Christian barely had time to at least compromise with his younger brother before the door slammed with a loud thud. Daniel was rushing out towards his car with his keys laced in his fingers and untied sneakers nearly slipping off his feet

The studio came into view as Daniel took his usual right turn - almost speeding - towards the contemporary style building. He knew it was far away from Y/n’s workplace, which was where he planned to drive next, but he always needed his best friends. Especially today. 

The automatic door gaped open as he rushed into the studio, running down the corridor that was lined with multiple studio rehearsal rooms. Daniel’s eyes flickered towards the window to look at his bandmates around their microphones and instruments. He swung the door open.  

“Hey,” Daniel started, lifting his gaze to his friends sitting on the mini sofas around the sound board. “Guys?” The overlap of voices that lingered in the room and the background plucking and strumming and playing of instruments sent him into overwhelm. “Everybody shut up!” Daniel hardly ever yelled, but when he did, it was more etched with stress than anger and the rise in his tone startled the boys working in the studio. They looked over their shoulders to peer at Daniel, who had a hopeless frown on his face and eyes shimmering with tears. “Daniel? Hey, we missed you this morning.” Corbyn chuckled gently, placed his guitar down to lean on a nearby chair and walked towards the doorway.  

Daniel stayed still, suddenly the reality of it all settled right there. “We need to go find her.” They boys knew what Daniel was talking about and they all exchanged concerned glances with each other before turning back to the fearful boy in front of them. 

“Like now. We need to go now, come on!” He gestured to his car outside. 

“Okay,” Jonah said, getting up as he grabbed his car keys. It took a little convincing from their management and other members of their team, but the boys did ultimately get permission to leave rehearsal early. The boys all followed Daniel’s request and headed out of the studio. Since Daniel was basically brimming with worry, Jonah suggested he should drive as they looked for Y/n. 

The car of concerned boys wandered the streets and roads with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, peering out in hope that Y/n would be found. Daniel raked a quick hand through his hair. “God. I hope we find her,” Daniel melted further into his chair tiredly. “Can you drive faster?” he breathed. He knew Jonah couldn’t, but panic was running high, and he had no idea what to do with himself. 

Daniel’s gaze drifted out the window, and he kept his chin in his palm as he thought for a moment. “We gotta go to the beach.” Daniel said, glancing towards Jonah in the driver’s seat beside him. “Y/n loves the beach.” Despite the long car ride so far, the boys didn’t argue with him one bit. They all knew first-hand what it was like to feel that heart wrenching fear and concern that emerged when texts or calls go unanswered. Of course they all loved Y/n dearly, but they could’ve never imagined just how terrible Daniel was feeling. 

Daniel was right about Y/n. She was at the beach; a place she appreciated devotedly and always went when she wasn’t feeling like herself. The beach looked dozy as it rested in the afternoon glow. Y/n always liked it that way, where the rich blue surface rose and fell easily or where the sun illuminated the clouds with thin streams of light. Y/n ambled along the sandy shore, slowly at first. Hesitant. She took agile steps towards the sea that ebbed ever so gently beneath her feet. 

The band got to the beach not long after. Jonah stealthily parked the car on the edge of the curb. They had no idea where Y/n was yet, let alone that she had plunged deeper into the freezing water. And Y/n, was utterly clueless to the boys that were on the razor’s edge of panic only a few metres away from her.  

The coldness of the water stung her skin, futile compared to the sting of melancholy in her heart. The sea was like an icebreaker to her, and from there Y/n found it easier to wade across the water despite its aggressive waves pushing her towards the shore again and again. 

Daniel leaned his arms on the front of the car and leaned over to look for her from his spot on the pier. He was casting his eyes warily, straining to any sounds with eyes and ears. 

“She’s over there!” Corbyn called after hearing her feeble sobs from across the beach. He pulled at Daniel’s shirt so they could run over to her together. Daniel’s whole body shot up at Corbyn’s words but before he could even stumble out any words, the little, slightly blurred image of Y/n knee deep in the water made his blood run cold and he felt a wave of...something rush over him. Corbyn, Daniel and Jonah called Y/n’s name profusely as they clambered down to the beach towards Y/n. Jack and Zach lingered near the shore, shaken and scared. 

“Y/n!” Daniel yelled, wading through the relentless water as fast as he could to get to her. “Y/n! Baby?! Come here!”

Sorrowful body-shaking sobs racked Y/n’s body, weakened by her walking, each coming in a wave, and she let out soft whimpers. There was no doubt that Daniel was crying too. He let his tears roll down his face and drop into the water as he got closer to Y/n. 

“Hey, hey, hey...” He repeated quietly, finally able to get a hold of her. Y/n clung onto him limply and Daniel wrapped his arms around her, as sure as the sun shining down on them. Y/n couldn’t focus on much. The overwhelming hovering birds orbiting around her or the splashing of water against her skin filled her cloudy mind. “I’m sorry!” Y/n sobbed, “I’m so-sorry!” her sorrowful apologies infused with the crashing waves and surging tide. “I thought it would make me happy, Dani. I didn’t make me happy…. I-it didn’t make me happy she repeated. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Daniel repeated. “You’re okay,” 

Y/n’s voice was thick with tears and Daniel tried his best to wipe them away. Corbyn and Jonah were right at her side too. Their hands hovered over her back and arms just in case her or Daniel needed that extra help. They all walked towards the shoreline silently. 

---

The car ride was silent. Y/n was cuddled up comfortably in a cocoon of Daniel’s sweater, Corbyn’s jacket and a small blanket that Jonah found in his trunk - tending to Y/n was a team effort - and despite scaring the boys to death, she was glad to feel the sense of warmth and love that mingled with their wary supervision. Particularly Daniel. And she felt awful that she made him feel the way he did. She kept her gaze out of the window and let her mind drift to thoughts of sleeping in his warm bed when they’d get home. The security and cosiness of it all was comforting and she let her cool face lean against the glass to warm under the sun that cascaded down through the car windows. 

No matter how hard he tried not to, Daniel couldn’t stop blaming himself for what had happened that afternoon, barely an hour ago. He sat stiffly in the driver’s seat, his knuckles white from the cold water and the lingering glint of panic present in his eyes. The roads shimmered in the midday sun and the city buildings stood tall, piercing the blue sky as they sparkled in the distance. The faraway horizon was a feast for the eyes, but Daniel didn’t care. The world was all a blur to him, and the only view his eyes would focus on was the one right in the seat beside him. 

When they arrived back at his place, Daniel noticed Christian through the front window as he parked the car. He was standing right near the foyer with Kobe held securely in his arms. Daniel smiled to himself and glimpsed towards Y/n before he hopped out of his side of the car. As he walked around to her side, Y/n let her eyes linger on his figure trudging across the front of the car, particularly his tired, red eyes, either from crying or lack of sleep. She gazed at him as he opened her door. 

Daniel pressed a hand to her back with his hands gently holding hers as she stepped out. Y/n sighed tiredly as her feet hit the ground and she felt his protective hands upon her rosy cheeks, “You alright?” 

 Y/n nodded. He pressed a kiss to the same spot without a word and let his forehead rest against hers. 

“Y/n,” Christian breathed as they walked through the door, guiding the clueless dog away from her as he scrambled around her excitedly. His paws tapped lightly on the wooden floors and Y/n dropped her gaze at the gentle sound, pulling a smile towards the wide eyed puppy that hadn’t seen her in a couple days. She looked back at Christian. “Hey, Chris.” She spoke gently. Daniel kept his hand placed behind her back and he shared concerned glances with his older brother. 

“We should get you to bed now, Y/n.” Daniel whispered gently, linking his arm in hers as they walked to his bedroom. 

“Have a good sleep, my love, okay?”

Y/n nodded. “Okay,” she held out her hand to hold Daniel’s, and he placed it lazily over hers, bending down to press a kiss to her hair as she kissed his knuckles gently. “M’kay, I love you.” He threaded his fingers through a strand of her hair before pulling away. “I’ll just be in the living room.” He assured her. 

---

3:32pm 

“Here you go,” Daniel turned around to Y/n, “your pancakes...or what I call, little bits of happiness.” Daniel beamed towards her the best he could and placed the plate on the tabletop. 

“You think I could get about a thousand of those right now?” She joked. “The...happiness, I mean.” She let a gentle smile tug at the corners of her lips as she spoke. It was a small smile, but a real one. 

 “There’s my girl,” Daniel whispered. He rested his forearms on the counter and leaned in closer to dust his thumb over her cheek. “There’s my happy girl…” His quiet voice wavered between them and he finally let the tears in his baby blue eyes drop onto the counter. 

Y/n’s heart virtually broke as she watched him cry and sniffle silently. She dropped her fork and cupped his face in her hands. “No, no, Daniel...” Y/n’s voice lowered in sadness and with best efforts, she tried to continue steadily for both their sakes. “I’m okay, I’m okay, really.” She rushed out, lifting Daniel’s limp chin upwards to meet her eyes. 

“Why did you do that?” 

Daniel’s strong words echoed inside her like a ripple of guitar strings. She thought for a moment, dropping her hands back to her plate of pancakes. “I don’t know...I don’t know what I was thinking.” Daniel didn’t answer. Her genuine response didn’t seem to heal the intense, aching hurt that lingered in his heart from the hours before. 

Y/n sighed before continuing, “I’m...I-I feel like I’m being pulled into different directions...I can’t deal with it all! I’m just getting overwhelmed with school and work..,and you’re always busy,”

“I knew it. This was all my fault.” Daniel sighed, lifting his hands up in front of his face.

“No, no. It’s not, none of it is. You are the sweetest, kindest guy I know and it’s not your fault I did...that,” Y/n said quickly. 

“We-were you trying to…” Daniel pressed his fingers to the nape of his nose before his tears could fall again. He took a shaky inhale before continuing, but Y/n did it for him. 

“No, I wasn’t…trying to hurt myself.” She said honestly. “I just need a break from…”

“Us?” Daniel asked quietly. 

“No,” she said strongly, meeting his gaze with a subtle smile. “I need you more than anything right now. I just...need a break from work, and maybe school.”

“Okay,” Daniel’s eyes misted over again as he spoke. “Don’t ever feel like you need to hide things from me, okay? I love you. And when you need to talk and I say I’m busy and all that, you let me know that you need to talk, okay? We can talk whenever you want.”

“Okay,” She muttered with a smile. 

 Daniel lifted her chin up to look at him. “I know this won’t all go away, but it’s a start.” 

“Yeah, it’s a start.”

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[obxcunt]

Unforgettable.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: death, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, typos. 2,5K words.

summary: “How are we supposed to live after losing the only reason we had to?”

“I’ve never been in love.” He lied to himself, the words hurting his throat on their way to his thin lips. “Never.” He repeated, looking at the sea with melancholy.

The young boy wasn’t good with words or emotions. It wasn’t easy for him to admit it, but he was heartbroken. “Fuck— It hurts. I see you everywhere, but can’t touch you anymore.” He murmured to himself, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Your laugh is haunting me…”

It’s been days, weeks since you’ve been gone. “Y/N, the bed feels cold without you next to me. I haven’t changed the sheets yet — i can’t do it, because your perfume is still all over it.” He sighed against the pillow, his arm searching for your body through the empty space next to him.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but i’m waiting for you. I know you're not coming back home, but i’m still waiting for you everyday. I look at the bedroom’s door, countdown to three while closing my eyes and wait for you to come in.” He cried, silently. “You abandoned me, Y/N.”

He remained silent, sitting on the stairs with a bottle of whiskey in hands. “There’s no more light around me, you were the brightest star in my life and my world stopped shining as soon as you disappeared.” He looked at the pictures on the wall, drinking some more.

“Hey, look at this one!” You exclaimed, pointing at the clouded sky above the two of you. “It— It looks like a puppy.” JJ looked down at you, your small head resting against his chest. “You’re right.” He murmured, eyes filled with love. “Obviously.” You said, chuckling. — The blond boy cried in his car, listening to your playlist while looking at the grass where you both used to lay on for hours. And it was raining today, but the pouring rain couldn’t wash his sadness away.

The silence seemed so loud to him. He walked in the empty living room, throwing objects onto the floor while screaming at them, cursing at each memory they owned. “How are we supposed to live, after losing the only reason we had to?” He thought, falling apart.

“Don’t— Don’t do that!” You yelled. “Put me down, JJ!” You laughed, the blond boy running around the house while carrying you on his back. “Say the magic word.” He demanded, turning around and entering the bedroom. “Please!” He smirked to himself, throwing you on the unmade bed before hovering your body. “It wasn’t that bad, pretty girl.” You giggled at the nickname, shaking your head and pulling the boy into a soft kiss.

“You’re the most handsome man on planet earth, JJ Maybank.” You said, looking at him from behind as the boy stood in front of the bathroom sink. “I’m really not—“ He paused, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. “Don’t say that.” You continued, wrapping your tiny arms around his waist. “You’re amazing.” He turned around, both thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones as he looked straight at you. “And, i’m the luckiest guy on planet earth.” You grimaced, laughing lightly. “We are so cheesy…” He laughed with you. “Let’s do something more… naughty.” — JJ punched the bathroom’s mirror, cutting his knuckles through the impact. He whined in pain, the memories overwhelming him. He walked backwards, his back hitting the wall through a sigh. He looked at the sink with disgust, remembering how good it felt to have you so close to him. “JJ— Fuck, you’re so good." You moaned, head falling against the mirror while scratching his back. “Wait, I’m—" He laughed, losing balance and almost making you fall due to his rapid pace, the two of you laughing through another kiss.

“Hey, look at me.” You whispered, kneeling down in front of the blond’s legs while he was sitting on the couch, both hands holding his head as he murmured inaudible words. “What happened, JJ?” You asked, hands resting over the sobbing boy’s knees. “My dad—“ He paused, sniffing.“ He said, you were going to leave me, just like my mom.” He sighed, his back falling against the couch as you sat down on his lap, both arms moving around his neck. “Don’t listen to him. I— I’ll never leave you, never.” He didn’t hesitate, kissing you hard, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you even closer. “It’s you and me, against the world.” You added, making him smile. — JJ looked at the couch from across the room while sitting down on the floor, remembering everything. You promised him so many things, but you lied to him, you left him, you weren’t there anymore.

Everyone was worried, everyone tried to help him. However, he wasn’t ready to move on, ignoring their calls and texts while crying on the bedroom’s floor in the dark as he held your red sweater close to him. “You were supposed to come back to me, Y/N.” He said, looking at the window. “You were supposed to stay with me forever.”

His lips were moving slowly against yours, the morning light slightly coming through the curtains to illuminate the scene. “Shit—” You moaned softly, pulling his sweaty body against yours, your legs pushing his hips deeper in yours. His movements were slow, sensually pleasing as you both looked at each other intensely while feeling the pleasure taking over. “I— I love you.” You murmured for the first time, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. His blue eyes widened, his heart melting at your words. “I— I love you more, Y/N.”

“You’re an asshole!” You yelled at him. “I— I’ve done so much for you, you’ve been together for a year and you’re still pushing me away, JJ!” You cried, searching for your bag. “Wha— What are you doing?” He asked, looking at you with panic as you started packing. “You— What are you doing, Y/N?” You ignored him, putting a few clothes in the bag. “You’re not gonna leave.” He shook his head through the drunkenness. “I’m going to Kiara’s house.” You said, walking towards the bathroom. “You can’t leave me.” He followed you, closing the bedroom door before you had the chance to leave the room. “Let me— Please, JJ.” You murmured, eyes red and tired. “I can’t do this anymore.” He felt his heart breaking against his chest. “What do you mean, we—” He paused, crying and searching for your eyes as you looked away. “I— I love you, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “I’m really sorry for being such a mess—“ He wiped the tears, trying to remain calm. “You’re everything to me, don’t leave me.” You looked at him again, unable to imagine your life without the man you loved. “I love you, JJ. But this isn’t working anymore.” He shook his head, huffing hard. “I’ll change, i’ll do anything for you, please.” You sighed. “I— I don’t want to leave either, but—” He kissed you, pushing you against the door through the kiss, both hands gripping on your thighs as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to the bed. “I love you, i’m sorry.”

“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me…” You whispered. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me…” You repeated, wrapping your arms around his sleepy body. “Wake up, JJ.” You whined, moving on his back, making him groan against his pillow. “You’re so heavy.” He murmured, making you laugh as you moved from his back to lay next to him. “Take care of me…” He smirked, opening his eyes to look at you, admiring the morning glow you always had. “Needy.” You pouted, hiding under the sheets like a little kid. “I’ll remember that, JJ.” He laughed, before moving under the sheets to find you, hovering your body as you both giggled through another passionate kiss. “You can’t be mad at me.” He said, kissing your belly, slowly moving down between your legs. “JJ—“ You moaned, looking at the love of your life kissing your bruised thighs. “Happy birthday, baby.”

The boys remained silent, all looking at their blond friend slowly — but surely, fading away. They wanted to do something, they wanted to bring you back to him. “I— I miss her so much.” He looked at the fire, remembering their nights here, at the Chateau. “I can’t do this anymore.” The boys frowned, looking at him. “You have to keep fighting, JJ!” He chuckled at them. “I lost the love— I lost the love of my life.” He chuckled before breaking down again, talking through the tears. “She— She was the love of my life.”

It was raining again, and late at night. Pope noticed someone outside, in the backyard. He walked out, sighing at the sight of his friend, walking towards the beach. “What are you doing, JJ?” He asked, following the blond boy. “It’s late, you should—” He paused, looking at him sitting down into the sand. “I’m waiting for her.” Pope sighed, feeling devastated by his friend’s sadness and delusional thoughts. “JJ…” He walked closer, grimacing at the smell of alcohol coming from him. “She’s— Y/N, she’s not coming back.” JJ remained silent, looking at the waves from afar. “She’s go—” The blond boy groaned. “She’s coming back soon!” He shouted, turning towards him. “She’s— She’s coming back, she promised—” JJ paused, breathing heavily. “She’s just— She’s on her way.” He nodded at his own words, smirking. Pope knew it was too late, he wasn’t going to change his mind. “Maybe— Maybe you could wait for her inside, huh?” JJ shook his head, looking back at the sea, ignoring how cold it was outside, since he had so much alcohol in his veins. “Alright.” Pope said, sitting down next to his best friend. “I’ll wait with you.” JJ smiled sadly, looking at his friend. “She’s— She’s coming.” He repeated, smiling. “Look,” He pointed at the bracelet on his wrist. “She made it for me, she’s the best.” Pope sighed, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Yeah— Yes... She was.” JJ looked at the accessory around his wrist, tears rolling down his cheeks again. “She—“ He looked back at Pope. “She’s not coming back, right?” Pope shook his head lightly, which made him cry harder. “But— She promised.” He swallowed hard, breathing with difficulty. “It’s all my fault.” Pope frowned, shaking his shoulder. “It’s not your fault, JJ.” The blond boy wiped his nose, shaking. “It was an accident.”

“Y/N!” He yelled through the phone. “I got the job! I got the job!” You started screaming with him, holding the cellphone close to your ear. “Oh my god, JJ!” You smiled. “I’m so happy for you, i’m so proud—“ He interrupted you. “I— I need you, right now.” You laughed, looking at the clock on the wall. “Come back home, we need to celebrate.” You sighed, noticing the rain outside, it was a bit risky but you wanted to see him. “Alright, i’ll be there soon.” You said, grabbing the keys off the table. “Really? But, what about your friends? You don’t have to come back for me—” You laughed, putting on your jacket. “I was just joking— I mean, you have no idea how much i miss you but—” You laughed at him again. “Relax, it’s fine. I wanna see you, it’s important, we need to celebrate and—” You sighed, touching your belly. “I— I miss you so much.” JJ smiled to himself, overwhelmed by how much he loved you. “I’ll be there in an hour, i promise.” You opened the front door. “I love you, Y/N.” He said, almost in a whisper. “I love you more, JJ.”

“Fuck— Finally.” He whispered, leaving the couch to open the door. “Hey, baby—” He paused, noticing Shoupe and another police officer on the porch. “Wha— What’s going on?” He asked. “Can we talk to you for a minute, JJ?” Shoupe asked through the thunder. “Why are you here?” He sighed, looking at his colleague. “It’s about your girlfriend, Y/N—” He paused, noticing how pale the blond boy had become. “She’s— She got into a car accident.” JJ shook his head. “No, no, no.” He chuckled nervously. “It’s not possible—“ He pushed him. “Where is she?” He yelled. “She’s at the hospital—" JJ walked back inside, grabbing his keys off the counter. “We can drive you there—” He ignored him, shaking and running towards his vehicle as fast as he could.

“JJ!” Kiara yelled, noticing him running towards them in the hallway. “Where— Where is she?” He looked around, searching for help through he crowd. “Where’s my girlfriend?” He asked, grabbing a nurse’s arm roughly with his sweaty hand. “Where is she? Where is Y/N L/N?” She looked scared, pushing him away. “I— Room 29.” He ran towards the elevator with Kiara by his side, not noticing his other friends following them. “This can’t be real, this can’t be fucking real, this can’t be real.” He murmured to himself, getting angry at the elevator for being too slow. “JJ, calm down.” Kiara murmured, stroking his back. Once they arrived, he went to the room, pushing everyone on his way to get inside. “Sir, get out of—“ He cursed at the nurse. “It’s his girlfriend!” Kiara said, trying to excuse his awful attitude. “Y/N…” JJ murmured, looking at you with watery eyes. You were barely breathing, had one arm broken and many cuts all over your face. “She’s probably not gonna make it.” The nurse whispered to Kiara, who started crying at the sight of you, the others waiting outside. JJ couldn’t believe it, holding your fragile hand in his and kissing it. “She lost too much blood—” The nurse paused. “A few broken ribs and—” JJ looked at her, tears starting to fall down his rosy cheeks. “She— She was pregnant.” She admitted, the sentence going straight to the blond’s broken heart. “Wha— What do you mean, she was?” The nurse looked down, walking closer. “I’m sorry, she lost the baby.” JJ looked back at you, breathing heavily. His head fell down as he cried. “I didn’t even— I didn’t know she was pregnant.” Kiara joined him. “She was about to tell you.” She said. “She called me yesterday.” JJ cried, asking you to wake up, again and again, but you never did. “I love you, Y/N.” He cried, kissing your cold hand. “I love you so much.”

It’s been weeks, months since you’ve been gone. “Hold on.” The blond boy said, noticing a beautiful woman from across the bar. “Who is she?” He asked, admiring you dancing. No one answered, unfortunately. He finished his drink, before walking towards you with determination. “I— Hey!” He said with enthusiasm, smiling at you. “Oh— Hey!” You replied with the same energy, a bit confused. “I’m JJ.” He continued, his sentence making you chuckle. “I know—” He smirked, your cheeks heating up. “I— I mean, i’m Y/N.” He couldn’t believe it, how gorgeous you were and how sweet your name sounded as it echoed through his mind. “Nice to meet you.” He said, gently grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “I’m gonna marry you, one day.” He said boldly, blaming the alcohol. “Oh— Wow.” You laughed lightly. “Is this really working on most girls?” You asked, blushing as he kept holding your hand. “Only the cute ones.” He winked, making you laugh again. “Well, i’m intrigued, JJ.” And then, at this exact moment when you pronounced his name, he knew your were the one. “What’s wrong?” You asked, frowning. “Nothing—” He smiled, shaking his head. “You’re— You’re just so fucking gorgeous.” — It’s been months, years since you’ve been gone. But you were still very present, in his heart and JJ Maybank, couldn’t forget about you.

A/N: :) yeah, i’m hurt too.

let me know what you think of this fic babes!

[youralwaysandforever]

the muggleborn Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

disclaimer; English is not my first language, I am sorry for any mistakes!

summary: as a muggleborn, it should be impossible to be sorted into Slytherin, right?! Well, it wasn’t, at least for you, you were sorted in Slytherin House and that’s when your nightmare started. Because of your origins, some of your housemates were bullying you, until one day, none other than Draco Malfoy rescued you. (set during the Half-Blood Prince)

warning: strong language, sensitive content (such as panic attacks, violence), graphic sexual scenes.

“Watch where you going, mudblood!”, Gregory Goyle made a disgusting face, as he bumped into me in the hallway.

“You should watch where you’re going, Goyle”, I said back and had been about to move past him when he grasped me by my wrist, making me face him, “Let me go, Gregory”, I demanded and he only chuckled.

“I have a way to shut that pretty mouth of yours”, he whispered to my ear and I tried to get out of his grip but he had been too strong.

“Goyle”, I turned my head to watch two-thirds of the Golden Trio marching towards us, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, “Let her go, this instance!”, the redhead growled and Goyle sneered.

“You want to go the Headmaster’s office?”, Hermione inquired, “Prefects, remember?!”

Gregory released my hand.

“This ain’t over, Heywood”, he said glaring at me and walked away.

“You alright?!”, Weasley asked and I nodded, my eyes on Gregory’s retreating form.

“Amelia?”, I glanced at the Gryffindor Princess who had been offering a smile, “You sure, you’re okay?”

“Yeah”, I sighed, and then my eyes noticed a familiar presence behind them, blond hair and piercing gray eyes looking at me. “You heading to the Great Hall?”

They nodded at me and we walked together till there.

After lunch, we had Transfiguration Class, I had been sitting next to Blaise, one part of the Silver Trio, I had been extremely close with him, he had been my best friend. He had not cared about my heritage, probably the only Slytherin that hadn’t. Suddenly a paper flew in front of me, I opened it under the desk.

"I’ll soon have your lips around my dick, that would be a better use for that filthy mouth of yours. G.G."

I sighed deeply, I couldn’t even turn and look at him. I asked to be excused by Professor McGonagall and as I could, I rushed out of the classroom.

I had reached the Astronomy Tower without realizing it. I kneeled to the ground and buried my face on my knees, trying to calm myself.

A while later, I heard footsteps approaching me and I quickly withdrew my wand pointing it at the entrance of the tower.

“Heywood, it’s me”, he had his hands on the air and I sighed.

“What are you doing here?”

“What did he tell you?”, he asked back and I gave him a look, “Goyle”, he knew? How could he have known?

“Nothing”, I uttered and sat back in the ground. “It’s none of your concern anyway”

“Blaise told me that he has been harassing you”

“It isn’t only Gregory”, I exhaled, glancing at his eyes, “Since the beginning of the year, he and Crabbe have been saying what they plan to do to me once the war breaks loose”

Malfoy kneeled down beside me and leaned his head against the wall.

“You should leave England”, he let out and I looked at him, he had been staring at me. “Once the war starts there wouldn’t be a place that you’ll be safe here”

“Yes, there is”, I answered him, “Draco”, his eyes had been burrowing onto mine. “I plan to join the Order”

“You shouldn’t have told me that”

“Please, you must talk to the others and make them join as well”, I turned my body facing him completely, “We may be Slytherins but not even Salazar himself would approve of this”

“They won’t listen to me and even if they did, I’m not the one I should speak to them”

My hand shot to his left sleeve but he had faster and caught my hand before I could reach him, cursing his Seeker reflexes, pulling me into his lap in the process.

“Amelia”, he warned but I ignored him and took hold of his hand and pushed his sleeve down and saw the Dark Mark.

“I’m not shocked”, I traced my fingers over the blank ink, “I’ve suspected since you stopped writing to me”

“I don’t want to drag you along with me”

“Too late”, I muttered and crashed my lips on his, he replied immediately, fastening his arms around me.

I had shoved my tongue deep into his mouth and he moaned, sending vibrations to my entire body. Then his large hands slid under my skirt, gripping my hips harshly and I started to rock my hips against his, we let out a joined moan. He launched his mouth on my neck, I bent my head backwards, granting him more access. He placed his teeth on the sensitive spot on my collarbone, making me arch my back for him. He quickly unbuttoned my shirt, let warm kisses all over my chest while my hands had been gripping his soft hair. His fingertips had been close to my center and I attached our lips again, kissing hungrier than before.

“Amelia”, he moaned against our mouths and I stared into his gorgeous silvery eyes, “I’ve missed you, love”

“And I you”, he smirked and pecked my lips gently.

“I promise you that they shall not touch you”, Draco whispered to me, I grinned before kissing him again.

A week passed and they hadn’t approached me, I felt thankful. I have been spending most of my time with Blaise and Theodore, or Hermione, with whom I have been partnered for our Potions project.

Sunday. I had been heading to Hogsmeade alongside Theo and as we had been walking together down the snowy path, I saw Goyle and Crabbe approaching us.

“Nott. Heywood.”, Gregory greeted us with a smirk.

“Move it”, Theo warned as I stepped closer to him.

“Isn’t that sweet?”, Goyle sneered, “I wondered what Draco would have to say about it”

And before I could answer, Crabbe had already hexed Theodore, throwing him to the side while pointing his wand on Theodore’s throat. I’ve been standing alone with him. I’ve already been clenching my wand in my hand, Gregory smiled at me and approached slowly. I stood my ground, wanting to show him that I wasn’t fearing him. He brushed a curl of my hair away from my eyes, I shivered when his cold finger touched my cheek.

“So beautiful, yet a filth”, I glared at him and before I could react he snatched my wand and broke it, I felt the cracking in my heart.

“You’ll pay for this”, I swore and he just laughed, then he slapped me so hard across the face that I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I had been tearing, he and Crabbe had been laughing at me.

Gregory had been standing over me, I had wanted to move, to push him away, but I had been too afraid to do so. I had lost any hope until I heard voices.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”, Gregory Goyle flew in the air and landed on the snow a few meters away from me, I opened my eyes to see none other than Draco, along with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter next to him, Hermione’s wand drawn.

Harry stupefied Crabbe, both of them now had been away from me and Theo.

“Draco”, he immediately wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest as I sobbed hard.

“It’s alright, I’m here, love”, he muttered against my ear and pressed soft kisses on my cheek. “Let’s get you back in the castle”

“Amelia, here”, I turned to Hermione who had been holding my wand, brand new, I took it from her and thanked her. “Go get some rest”

Hermione exchanged a look with Draco like they had an unspoken conversation, which I found extremely odd, Harry nodded at us and we headed back to the castle.

Reaching in the Slytherin common room, Draco led me to his dorms, thankfully, everybody had been in Hogsmeade. Once I seated on his bed, I realized how much dizzy I had been and how much my head hurt.

“I swear I’ll fucking kill him”, Draco removed his coat and stared at me. “Wanna take you to the infirmary?”

“No”, I shook my head, “I just need to lay down”, he nodded and helped me settled on his bed. He took off my coat and my shoes and covered me with the blankets. “Could you lay down with me?”

He laid down next to me, spooning me, the curtains of the bed had been drawn closed, and I sighed as I felt him relax against me and his breath on the back of my neck. He had been a very possessive sleeper, I had learned that.

A couple hours later, I woke up, it had been late noon and none seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade yet. I turned around, Draco already had his silver eyes on me and had been smiling.

“I’m sorry”, I noticed the tears on his eyes, I cupped his face and brushed my hands over his rosy cheeks.

“It wasn’t your fault”

“Lia”, he sighed and sat, his head resting against the headboard. “I should have kept Gregory and Vincent under control but because of my task, I”, he exhaled again, you shouldn’t have told me that, and he must have realized it too late.

“I don’t care”, he glanced at me, “I don’t care about your task and about your business with Voldemort”, he flinched at his name. “I only want you to survive”

“If one of us has to survive, it has to be you”, he said and grabbed the back of my neck, before I could say anything, and kissed me hard.

I sat on him, our bodies pressed against each other’s. He yanked my sweater over my head and I ripped his shirt open, while his hands wrapped around my back, I let my hands roam all over his build chest, and then moved to his pants, unzipping them and slipping my hand into his underwear. He moaned when my hand grabbed him roughly, I nibbled his lower lip, his eyes gleamed at me, and as our eyes had been locked, he flipped us over. Draco pulled my jeans down my legs, dragging my soaked panties along with them. I then worked on my bra, the moment I had removed it, he dropped his lips around my erected nipple, while his other hand pinched my other one. I arched my back for him, my head thrown against the pillow because of the pleasure he had been bringing me. I had been too distracted by his mouth on my breasts to notice that he had already removed his pants and boxers. I gasped for air, as he thrust into me forcefully, it had felt so satisfying, so fulfilling. He picked up his pace, pounding like a hungry animal, shoving his member deeper and deeper until he had been fully inside me. He had missed me as much I had. It had been a year since we had sex, since we had been in each other’s arms. I welcomed my orgasm by screaming his name loudly enough that I had been sure the whole school heard us. Draco followed soon after, resting his head on my shoulder, while placing soft kisses on my neck.

“Amelia”, he muttered and I looked at him, “Whatever happens to me, I promise you that I won’t forget you”

“I have faith in you, Draco”, I kissed him passionately, “You’ll get through it”

Later the same night, after I had a refreshing shower with Draco, and changed clothes, I wanted to take a walk. Even though it had been far after curfew, I had learnt my way around school, we had been sneaking with Draco a lot the past year.

I unconsciously reached the Gryffindor Tower, I took a seat at one of the windows seats, gazing at the sky outside. I always loved how quiet Hogwarts became at night, and I have been thinking how much I would miss it.

“Amelia”, I nearly screamed if I hadn’t been familiar with the voice.

“Hermione”, I noticed movements behind her and I had been about to touch my wand when I saw Ron, Harry and Draco behind her.

“What’s going on?”, I asked and stood up.

“In order to protect you, I asked for their help”, Draco uttered.

“What are you talking about”

“You and your family would be sent into a safe-house of the Order out of England”, Harry explained, “You’ll remain there until the war is over and in exchange for that, Malfoy has already informed us about the plans of the Death Eaters”, I stared at him.

“How are you okay with this?”, I asked and Harry just stared back at me.

“I’m not”, he responded, “But I would have done the same thing if I had been in his place. Everyone has a role to play in the war, and yours is out of here”

“We should really get on with it”, Ron mumbled as he had been to the side, watching over the corridor.

Draco drew his wand and I instantly took a step back.

“Lia”, he said and approached me, he held my face in both hands and he kissed me deeply. “Remember, I’ll never forget you”

“Draco, I lov-”

“Obliviate”, he said, tears streaming down his eyes.

It had been the last thing I saw, his handsome face before everything blurred, and I completely passed out.

My name is Amelia Zoe Heywood. I’m a muggleborn witch and I have fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. He obliviated me in order to protect me, but I have been remembering everything and I have been waiting for the war to be over so I could be with him again. I had stayed in Spain with my family waiting for the war to end.

Until the Battle of Hogwarts came. I had to return to England. I fought against the Dark Side while Draco had to fight with them. I had been rushing down the halls, spells, curses passing over my head. A sudden explosion threw me off my feet and onto the ground, I instantly covered my head with my arms. Once the dust had cleared, I stood up again.

“Heywood!”, I heard somebody screaming behind me and I turned my head to find him. His blonde hair had been dirty, his face bruised, and his black suit ruined.

“Draco”, he hurried towards me and draped his arms around my waist, burying his face on the crook of my neck. “You remember”

I hugged him back, holding him tightly, he had been alright. He had survived. I cried, sobbed so hard out of relief, that he had been alive.

“I never forgot”, I whispered, “I was scared for you”

“I’m sorry”, Draco smashed his lips against mine and held me closely.

The war soon ended. We had survived. And we could finally start our life together.

Nineteen years later; we accompanied our daughter to platform 9 and ¾. Lyra Narcissa Malfoy had been sorted into Gryffindor, we had been surprised, to say the least, Draco nearly had a heart attack. And a few years later, Ara announced that she had been dating Harry Potter’s eldest son. Oddly enough, both Harry and Draco survived the news. In the end, all was well.

Sincerely, Amelia Malfoy.

[nighthaikyuu]

heather (t. oikawa x reader)

pairing: oikawa tooru x reader

genre: angst

word count: 2.1k 

i would reccomend listening to heather by conan gray while reading this!

you watched as his eyes trailed behind you. turning around slightly, you heard the familiar sound of laughter as your eyes fell upon her.

looking back to face oikawa, you noticed the way his eyes followed her as she walked by. if you had blinked, you would’ve missed the twinkle in his eyes as he took in all of her while you stood there, almost forgotten.

“tooru?” you spoke softly as you watched him slowly turn back to look at you, a smile on his face. however you didn’t miss the hesitation to look away, not even for a second.

“yea, you were saying?”

biting down on your lip, you averted your gaze from his as you let out a soft sigh. shaking your head, you mumbled, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

pursing his lips together, he gave you a worried look before ruffling the top of your head, “you sure?”

nodding, you plastered on a wide smile in hopes of convincing him.

//

you stood there as a slight shiver ran down your spine. you rubbed your arms with your hands in effort to get some warmth when you suddenly looked up, teh sight before you causing your chest to tighten. 

as her eyes crinkled into soft half moon crescents, dimples popped up on her cheeks as she laughed at something oikawa had said; yet all you could pay attention to was the sweater that had draped her petite body. 

the very sweater you used to wear when you first started dating oikawa.

“aren’t you cold y/n?” you heard a voice say, causing you to rip your eyes away from the heartbreaking sight in front of you. turning around, you faced iwaizumi who had been looking at you with a slight frown on his face. you watched as he looked past you, his jaw clenching when he had immediately realized why you had been standing there with that look on your face. 

“you should talk to him, you know? this isn’t fair to you.” you heard him say. his words cut through you like a sharp knife; you didn’t want to acknowlegde this, that this was something that was actually happening, something that was tearing you apart slowly everyday. 

so instead, you rolled your eyes at iwaizumi, plastering on an amused smile as you waved your hands in the air, “talk to him about what? nothing is wrong, is there?” 

iwaizumi cocked a brow at that. you hoped he would just drop the conversation after you had just played dumb, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see past your act. 

but you were foolish to think that. of all people, iwaizumi was the one who could see through everyone, no matter how big a facade they played. 

“i get you don’t want to talk about it, but just trust me when I say the sooner you do, the better.” 

with that, he gave you a small nod before walking away, leaving you standing alone with his words repeating in your head like a broken record. 

//

oikawa’s hands ran down the sides of your body as he pulled you closer to him. his nose brushed yours softly, lips barely touching yours yet you could still feel the way he was singing along to the song that blared throughout the speakers in the club. 

the dj yelling. the people cheering. the music playing. everything and everyone around you exuded a lovely mix of drunk happiness and for the first time in several weeks, you finally felt good. 

your hands hung loosely around his neck, giggles spilling past your lips as oikawa pulled you even closer, his forehead falling against yours. 

“tooru?” you whispered softly. his eyes falling on you, he nudged your nose in response before you added with more desperation in your voice, “kiss me.”

without another second to spare, oikawa pressed his lips to yours. your grip on his shirt immediately tightened as you smiled into the kiss. hands gripping your waist, you felt a pleasent shiver run through your body as you kissed him harder. 

pulling away, your eyes fluttered open as you looked up at him through your dazed gaze. cheeks flushed and a soft smile on your face, your eyes trailed up to meet his when you felt a familiar ache fill your chest. you watched as his gaze fell past you, his lips that were smiling just moments ago now pursed into a tight line. 

slowly turning around, pleading thoughts filled your brain like a rushing waterfall, hoping you wouldn’t see what your brain was already painting an image of. however, soon enough your eyes fell on what oikawa had been looking at, and your suspicions had been confirmed. 

your grip on him faltered. feet shuffling backwards, you slowly pulled yourself away from his grasp before you turned around without another word, another glance, as you made your way through the crowd of drunken people. 

a hand on your shoulder stopped you momentarily and when you looked up, you saw the very face you wished had never existed. you watched as she gave you a smile, her lips forming a greeting. 

a scoff fell past your lips. uncontrollable amounts of anger, mixed with feelings of hurt and betrayal and jealousy filled your veins. biting down on your lip to prevent yourself from saying anything, you shook her hand off of your shoulder and shoved past her. 

you pushed open the front doors to the club, the cold air rushing to greet you as the doors closed behind you, the air suddenly turning still and quiet. except for the sounds of the racking sobs that broke through you. 

// 

“how long are you going to ignore me for y/n?” 

your grip on your books tightened. the sunlight that was shining down on you suddenly disappeared as a figure stood in front of you, his tall stature blocking out the sun. 

your eyes trailed from his tightened fists at his side up to his clenched jaw; however, what caught you off guard was the tired look on his face. the usual sparkle was gone, replaced with a dull look in his eyes. 

you let out a soft sigh. even in times like this, you were worried for him. when you were the one with the broken heart, the heart that had shattered time and time again into pieces you weren’t sure could be put back together. 

“oikawa...” you started softly, when you watched him wince at the use of his last name. taking in a shaky breath, you pulled yourself together when you uttered the words you never thought you would have to say, “i think we should break up.” 

oikawa blinked at you. once. twice. before you saw the gaze in his eyes shift from confusion to anger. 

“what are you saying y/n?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. 

your felt the rough edges of your books dig into the palms of your hands when you replied again, this time a bit louder than the last, “w-we should break up tooru. i think that’s best.” 

you watched as he moved towards you, his hand reaching out to grab your arm but when he saw you flinch, his hand stopped midway, eyes widening at your reaction. 

“i-i don’t understand. what did I do? what’s going on?” oikawa pleaded, voice laced with underlying pain, catching you off guard for the second time that day. 

before you could say anything, you heard a voice from behind you. 

“oh! hi y/n, hi tooru!!” 

you and oikawa turned your attention towards the source of the voice, yet your gaze lingered on oikawa, enough for you to see the last confirmation you needed. 

even if it was just for a split second. 

you both waved as she walked past you two, completely unaware of what she had caused, of what she had done to you, of what she had taken away from you. 

turning around, you started to walk away when oikawa grabbed your wrist, books dropping to the ground as he turned you back to face him. face a mere inches away from his, you felt his lips brush yours but you quickly pushed him away, hands on his chest as you made him stand a few feet away from you, heart hammering in your ribxage.

“tooru, please. i can’t do this anymore.” you finally whispered weakly. you tried to keep yourself as calm and collected as possible, but you couldn’t anymore. not when the tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall over any second now. 

“y/n, why? please, just talk to me--” 

“why would you even kiss me?” you rasped. your eyes fluttered close as you took in a shaky breath, “god, i’m not even half as pretty as she is.” 

oikawa’s eyes widened slowly, brows furrowing in confusion. his lips parted, “y/n, what are you saying--?” 

your fists bunched up his sweater, hoping he couldn’t see the way they trembled, “i just--you won’t understand so please...please just leave me alone tooru...”

you felt his hands cover yours, fingers gently brushing over yours. 

“y/n...talk to me, please? who is ‘she’?” 

you wanted to laugh. laugh so loud so that you wouldn’t break into a sob. instead you settled for a bitter chuckle as you pulled your hands back towards your chest. you hung your head down low, hair covering your face as the tears ran down your face. 

at that moment, iwaizumi’s words from weeks ago appeared in your mind. “you should talk to him, you know?” “the sooner you do, the better.” he had told you  yet you ignored him. oh how you hated yourself for not listening to him.

now everything was too late. everything was far too deep, too broken to be fixed. 

“you gave her your sweater.” you whispered after several seconds of silence between the both of you. oikawa’s brows furrowed together in confusion when you finally whispered her name, her name that should’ve rolled off of your tongue venemously yet slipped through your lips softly, like a gentle whisper. 

realization dawned on oikawa for the first time in months. he ran a hand through his brown hair. the motion itself was enough for your tears to fall harder. you didn’t realize how much you would miss running your hands through them. 

“i-it’s just a sweater y/n, it doesn’t mean anything--” oikawa finally started, his voice laced with a hint of desperation yet you couldn’t hear anything past the words “just a sweater.” 

your fists tightened at your sides. 

“just a sweater?” you whispered. finally gaining the courage to look him back in the eye, your puffy red ones surprising oikawa, you repeated, “it’s just a sweater?”  

taking in another shaky breath, your voice trembled with every word, “it may have been just a sweater to you but to me that moment meant everything—“

“y/n what are you saying—?”

“you like her better!” you finally cried, chest panting as you felt your heart get stabbed with every word you uttered, every word you had kept safely locked away, hoping if you never said them, they wouldn’t mean anything.

“y-you,” you sobbed as you brought your hands up to your face, your body shaking as you finished, your voice cracking “you had me wishing I was her. for months, I wished I was her.”

oikawa stood there. eyes filling with tears as he watched you cry harder and harder, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to move another limb in his body, to move closer to you and hold you like he always would, safely in his arms.

you didn’t know how long you stood there crying, whether it was ten seconds or ten minutes. eventually your eyes were dry, tear glands unable to produce anything more, heart empty and body cold.

you looked up to see oikawa staring at you with the same look he had when you had first mentioned her name.

with another sniffle, you wiped the tears from your face and bent down to pick up the books that had fallen to the ground.

pulling them close to your chest, you turn around and begin to walk away. yet you stop. just one last time.

you turn around and give him a sad smile.

“goodbye tooru. i hope she returns what you feel for her.”

[zhe-lazy-fox]

Is it a Repeat of History

Fandom: Dream SMP Words: 1 827 Category: Gen Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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  “What are you doing?”

Wilbur froze, stood before the dark wooden button on the stone wall. The button connected to the 23 stacks of TNT that would blow up the prison and let Dream out.

  “Phil?” No no, Phil couldn’t be here! he shouldn’t be here! Wilbur had made sure Phil would be distracted with the others by fighting the withers!

WHY WAS HE HERE?!

  “What are you doing.” Phil asked again, his voice sounded tired and old.

Wilbur’s fingers twitched against the stone, hearing the rustle of feathers and cloth behind him. A shaky exhale left him as he slowly turned to look over his shoulder.

Phil stood there, Armour and clothes damaged and dirtied from the withers Wilbur had spawned earlier, from what he snatched from Techno’s stash of wither heads and soul sand, but Wilbur wasn’t able to concentrate on the damage his father had taken. Instead his eyes were staring at Phil’s face. Phil wore a tired expression with mixed emotions, he looked sad, worried, angry and disappointed all at once, and Wilbur hated the combination.

  “You couldn’t stop me last time. What makes you think you can stop me now?” Wilbur asked with a smirk. Phil sighed before he walked further into the room, but stopped when Wilbur gave away something akin to a growl, moving closer to the button.

  “I was misinformed and confused back then, you forced my hand! I regretted it! I still do! You lied to me in your letters, I couldn't understand why for a while, but I know the truth now and I understand. You don’t have to do this, Will.”

  “Phil!” Wilbur laughed, stumbling away from the button to face his father fully with a wild grin spreading his arms out “You don’t understand a thing!”

  “Then explain it to me so I can understand!” Phil cried out, a small burst of anger and desperation in his voice. “Will please-”

  “I have to do this, Phil! I have to repay Dream for saving me from the hell that was purgatory! I have to repay his kindness!”

  “Kindness?! Will, Dream did not bring you back out of kindness! He did it for his own gain!”

  “You can’t stop me! You couldn’t stop me last time! You can’t stop me now! I AM going to press that button!”

Phil clenched the hand he held his sword while grounding his teeth.

  “I won’t let you do that. I owe Tommy and everyone else that much, to make up for Doomsday.”

Wilbur grew still before he stared at Phil with cold eyes

  “Are you going to kill me again, father?��� Phil shuddered, feeling memories of the first time flash through his mind, Wilbur’s manic laughter, wild eyes and crazed talk, Phil was forced to look away as tears burned his eyes.

  “No.” He said, voice steady and clear, he inhaled before he looked up at Wilbur, meeting his eyes head on “I won’t make that mistake again.” Phil sheathed his sword. Wilbur stared at him before he laughed.

  “You’re a fool!”

  “Yes, I am, aren't I? A fool for not realising my son was suffering on his own, and still is.”

  “I’m perfectly fine!” Wilbur snapped

  “Are you though? You were alone for 13 years… that’s a long time, Will.” Wilbur snarled and spun around to face the button again.

  “My mind is made up, You can’t change it!”

  “You’re making a mistake! What do you think Dream will do once he gets out? Huh?! He won’t care about you, he only cares about himself and his idea of being a god. Who’s to say he won’t kill you once you’re no longer of use to him?”

Wilbur stood still, staring at the button. Baring his teeth at what Phil said. Dream wouldn’t kill him, he was his hero! he wouldn’t- Dream saved him from purgatory! He would send him back there! Right?

  “Why are you doing this?” Wilbur asked in a cold voice. “Why are you trying to stop me?”

  “You’re my son, Will.” Phil said as easily as if Wilbur had asked him what the colour of the sky were. “You will always be my son. Your actions disappointed me, but I still love you, I could never stop loving you. I want you to be happy and okay… Is that such a selfish wish for a parent? You wanted what was best for Fundy too in the beginning, before things got bad. But if you press that button I can’t say the others will forgive you again!”

Wilbur clenched his fists, trying to ignore how the button grew blurry before him, only to clear up when he blinked and the clear drops of water fell to the floor. Phil should be shouting at him, be angry and demand answers, not- not say how much he loved him. Wilbur scrunched up his face before he gave away a scream, slamming his fists against the wall.

He distantly heard Phil call out his name in a panic.

Wilbur opened his eyes to stare at the button. The button that if pressed would let Dream out… and also destroy whatever chance he ever had left of rebuilding the bridges he burned during the 16th.

His arms fell limp to his sides. as more silent tears fell from his eyes. He had to press the button, but he couldn’t do it. He had to repay Dream for saving him, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t press the button… He couldn’t do it.

  “Will?” Phil asked, voice filled with worry from how quiet Wilbur was being. A sharp inhale followed when he saw how Wilbur raised one hand towards the button. “No!” he gasped “Will please!”

But there was no click of a button pressed, just the muted sound of a button being removed. Phil started when Wilbur slowly took a step away from the wall and turned to face Phil, the button held in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

  “Dad-” Wilbur’s voice cracked. Phil sprung into action pulling Wilbur into a hug, holding his son tight.

  “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

A keening noise left Wilbur followed by the clatter of the button falling to the floor as Wilbur threw his arms around Phil, hiding his face in his fathers shoulder as the two of them sank to the floor. Screaming his anguish and sadness out, choking on his sobs and tears. Phil pulled him closer, wrapping his wings around his son, like he had done so long ago when Wilbur was younger and small.

  “I’m sorry!” Wilbur choked out between his sobs and cries “I’m sorry dad-”

Phil shushed him, kissing the side of his head.

  “It’s okay, it will be okay, everything will be okay.”

Steps made Phil turn his head to see the others in the opening to the room. Techno looked worse for wear but relaxed at what he found.

  “Dad!” Fundy called out pushing past Techno.

Phil could feel Wilbur freeze in his arms, and try to get out, possibly to run, but Phil held him still. Fundy crashed to his knees next to them, worry clear on his face, ears folded back.

  “Dad?” Fundy glanced up at Phil, several questions on his face, Phil gave him a tired smile before pulling one of his wings back to reveal Wilbur. Fundy hesitated before he reached out his clawed hand placing it on Wilbur’s head. He felt Wilbur flinch under his touch before the older turned enough to be able to look at Fundy., eyes red and puffy from crying.

  “Hey Funds...” Wilbur croaked out with a wobbly voice. Fundy gave away a sniffle before he threw himself at his father, worming his way into the hug to cling to Wilbur.

  “You’re okay! You asshole! I hate you so much!” Fundy cried as he clung to Wilbur, Wilbur looked shocked before he pulled back one of his arms to hold Fundy instead.

  “I- sorry...” Fundy sobbed before he pushed his head up under Wilbur’s jaw, something he hadn’t done since he was a child.

  “You’re not dead, again… I don’t want you to go, you idiot father.” Phil couldn’t help but laugh at the expression that fell over Wilbur’s face, complete and utter confusion before he started to cry again, hugging Fundy even more.

The sound of a pickaxe hitting the stone made them look up to see how Techno and Tommy were both working on breaking down the wall to get to the TNT to remove it. Techno and Tommy both grumbling under their breaths as they argued but worked together. Wilbur once he calmed down, pointed out the other places where he planted TNT for the prison, Techno and Tommy, now joined by Quackity, Sapnap, George, Ranboo and Tubbo helped to clear it all away. 

The destruction from the withers wasn't as terrible as Wilbur thought it would be, but then again, everyone had been together fighting them, killing the withers fairly quickly.

  “Wilbur!” Techno called once the last of the TNT was removed and the holes filled with dirt. Wilbur blinked and had to tilt his head up to look at the older piglin hybrid, who glowered down at him.

  “Yes..?” Wilbur asked, panic rising in him.

  “Don’t steal my shit.” Wilbur blinked and spluttered, THAT was what Techno was focusing on?! “The same goes for you Tommy! You still have my axe!”

  “WHAT?!” Tommy screeched further away, patching up Puffy who had taken a bit more damage than the others.

  “Will.” a light voice asked, making Wilbur turn to look behind him, finding himself face to face with Niki. She gave him a small smile, but it was lacking the previous warmth he was so used to seeing her smile have.

  “Niki?” The slap echoed out causing everyone to turn and find Wilbur stumbling back.

  “That’s for blowing up L’manberg!” Niki shouted, another punch followed, causing Wilbur to winch as he stumbled backwards to try and get away from Niki’s angry advances.

  “That’s for dying!”   “That’s for brushing everything I said away!”   “That’s for betraying everything we stood for!”   “Wai- NIKI!” Wilbur yelped as he avoided another hit, hands held up in surrender.   “That’s for releasing the withers!”   “That’s for trying to free Dream!”

Wilbur steeled himself for another punch only to freeze and blink when Niki hugged him.

  “Wha-”   “And this is for listening to Phil and still being here.” she spoke, muffled by Wilbur’s sweater. Wilbur stood frozen in her arms before he gave away a congested sniffle.   “Thanks… Niki.” Niki let go and stepped back to look up at him.

  “Now don’t go and die any time soon okay.” Niki said as he turned to walk back towards where most of the others were gathered “I have so many new recipes I want you to try.” Wilbur gave away a wobbly smile before he rubbed at his eyes not wanting to cry again, before he followed.

  “Okay.”

[goldensunflowers98]

Coffee House Dreams

Luke Hemmings Imagine

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Aurora sighed as she blew a golden blonde curl from her line of vision once again, her fingers lightly pressing against the piano keys while trying to find the right sound. The small coffee shoppe nestled in one of the side streets of London, where her sister worked tirelessly, bustled with life, the strong scent of espresso overwhelming her senses with every inhale.

She was here almost everyday since she couldn't afford a piano this nice at home, knew most of the customers by name, and she always enjoyed a classic, sweet, vanilla cappuccino after a long day at Uni.

Aurora was a simple girl who loved the sight of rain droplets on rose petals, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore at night, and the scent of espresso as she played the piano. She loved the color red, especially her crimson colored scrunchie that currently tied her mess of golden curls up, and she found unkind people to be the scum of the earth.

She also found the mysterious blonde haired, blue eyed boy that hid his face being a pair of sunglasses and a steaming caramel latte to be the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. He had started coming in just in the past week, but Aurora found his Australian accent positively enchanting and the dimples that appeared when he smiled made her slam her fingers down on the keys of the piano the first time she saw them, causing a loud crash of discord to sound through the small shoppe and for her to duck her blushing face when he whipped around confused.

He sat perched at the window seat across the way and Aurora noticed how he had a blueberry muffin as well today, his fingers picking at the treat as he watched the raindrops rolls down the clear glass beside him.

He looked sad today, Aurora noticed, the corner of his lips turned downwards and he anxiously fidgeted every few minutes, scratching his temple with his sweater paw.

Now, noticing she was staring like a crazy person, Aurora clears her throat, turning her attention back to the keys and the song she was trying to figure out.

Well the sky is finally open, the rain and wind stopped blowin'

But you're stuck out in the same old storm again

The notes just don't sound as perfect as she wanted and she tries again in another key.

You hold tight to your umbrella, well, darlin' I'm just tryin' to tell ya

That there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

She groans to herself, placing her head down on the polished wood, frustrated that she couldn't even get the cords right to her own song.

"That's a beautiful song. Have you tried it starting out in 'G' though?"

She gasps in shock, jumping backwards, her sheet music flying everywhere, and she nearly falls off the piano stool as she hears the accented voice of the mysterious boy who loved caramel lattes right beside her.

He looks mortified at her reaction, his bright blue eyes that were no longer covered by sunglasses were wide and his long arms were out like he was about to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Whoa! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," he says but it's all muffled as Aurora stares up at him in shock and wonder.

This mysterious boy wasn't so mysterious after all. He was Luke freaking Hemmings from her old favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer. She had been staring at Luke Hemmings like a certified freak for over a week now and didn't notice. She really needed to get more sleep.

"It's fine. Everything is fine. Just startled me is all. First, you're way over there and now, you're all the way over here. You must have some long legs on you," she mumbles frantically like a crazy person, picking up her sheet music and as she finishes her sentence, her eyes trail from his torso, down his long legs, and to his feet that were awkwardly doing this thing where they turned into one another. "I rest my case."

He laughs lightly at that and her eyebrows raise when he rests his latte cup on top of the piano as if he was staying awhile.

"Sorry, I tend to creep up on people without them noticing. I'm Luke, by the way," he reaches out his hand for her to shake and Aurora smiles at the sight of his red gel fingernails, her favorite color.

"Aurora... I love the red," she says, earning a brilliant beam from him with a hint of a blush. He mumbles a 'thank you' quietly, tucking a wild blonde curl behind his ear sheepishly.

"You come in here a lot. Do you live close by or something?" He asks, taking a sip of his hot drink as she assorts her music once more.

"Are you stalking me, Luke?" She smirks as he nearly chokes on his drink and starts to fumble over his words.

"N-No! No, I just hear you play every time I come in. It's quite nice and it's a small... it's a small shoppe. Oh, god... Please don't think I'm a psycho stalker," he winces behind his cup, knowing his previous words made him sound like a creep.

"I'm just kidding," she giggles with a mischievous grin, finding his nervousness to be quite funny. "It's a small and quiet coffee house. Not many new people come in, so you're a sight for sore eyes, for sure."

She furrows her brows as he doesn't really reply to her statement, looking back at the door as it chimes, lips bitten harshly by his front teeth. He looks disappointed as Andrew, the local dog walker who liked a double fudge hot cocoa after a long morning of trudging along behind a sweet saint bernard, two huskies that were brothers, Mrs. Henderson's prize winning poodle, and a teacup yorkie that had a bite of a lion, walked in.

"Waiting for someone?" She asked quietly, trying to be gentle as his face is crestfallen after checking the time.

"Uh.." he runs his hand through his curls, tugging at the roots anxiously for a moment before turning back to her. "My girlfriend. She... We've been fighting a lot recently, but she was supposed to meet me an hour ago to talk some stuff out."

Sierra Deaton, Luke's girlfriend, was a sweet girl from what Aurora observed from the tweets and Instagram posts, but every relationship had its downfalls.

"Maybe she's stuck in traffic. You know how London is," she once again tries to be gentle with his feelings and her heart aches just a bit when she sees his deep frown.

"Yeah... Maybe it's just London." He hides his upset eyes by a fake smile and Aurora finds it upsetting at just how good he seemed at that specific action; hiding his true feelings.

"Fuck," he suddenly curses, looking frantic for a second as he starts collecting all of his belongings.

"What's wrong?" Aurora asks, his nervousness making her anxiety spike.

"I'm late for rehearsal. Shit! I completely forgot," he shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots back the rest of his latte quickly. "It was so nice finally meeting you! Um, I'll probably see you tomorrow! Try starting the song out in G!" As quick as he stumbles out his words, he is out of the shoppe and Aurora watches in hazy confusion as he speed walks past the window, tugging at his hair nervously again.

"That boy is going to go bald one day if he keeps that up," she mumbles, turning back to her piano and feeling a bit confused and star struck by her encounter.

"What boy?" She hears her sister ask as she walks around the corner, taking Luke's empty mug from off the piano and placing it in the dirty dish tray she had rested on her hip.

"Just a boy, Cece," she smiles up at her older sister who looked disheveled after a long shift. "Damn, you look rough."

Celestia rolls her eyes playfully at her little sister, reaching up to maintain her jet black hair that was nothing like her sister's. You would have never have known that they were related if you had set your eyes on the curly blonde haired, green eyed, shy girl and the older, upbeat girl with obsidian hair and bright, blue eyes. "Want another cappuccino?" She asks, earning a grin and a nod from Aurora as she walks away.

Looking down at the ivory keys, Aurora hums to herself as she hovers her fingers over the 'G' key. Beginning to play the song, she can't help but grin and scribble down notes inside her tattered song journal. Maybe Luke knew what he was talking about after all.

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The sun is dimly shining the next morning and Aurora inhales the smell of wet asphalt after the night full of rain, a small smile on her face. Turning the corner towards the coffee shoppe, she nearly stops in her tracks as she sees a familiar, teary-eyed boy through the window, sitting in his normal seat. He was alone, no coffee or muffin in sight and she watches as he buries his distraught face in his hands.

Trudging along slowly while taking looks back at the upset Luke through the window, Aurora frowns as she enters the shoppe and walks over to the counter. "Hey, Cece. I need a vanilla cappuccino, a caramel latte, and two blueberry muffins, please. Put extra caramel drizzle and whipped cream on the latte too."

She ignores her sister's confused smirk as she places the money on the counter, continuing to look over at Luke, who's shoulders were now lightly shaking with sobs. Her order is quick to arrive and she collects the cups and muffins carefully, making a beeline towards Luke's table.

"Hey, sunshine," she whispers solemnly, a gentle, comforting smile on her lips as he looks up with red rimmed eyes, a flushed nose and cheeks, and sniffles quietly.

"Hey," he croaks, wiping his eyes and looking embarrassed that she caught him in his weakest moments.

She slowly slides the muffin and caramel latte in front of him and when he looks up at her confused that she got his order right, she shrugs lightly. "Lucky guess," she says before taking the seat in front of him.

"I know we just met and aren't the best of friends, but I felt like you needed someone to talk to or else you wouldn't be sitting here in the middle of a public coffee house and crying, so... Here I am," she says, stuffing a large bite of blueberry muffin in her mouth and ignoring the crumbs that fall onto the table.

He doesn't say anything for a few moments, a dazed look in his eyes as he gazes out the window and stirs his spoon around and around the rim of his cup.

Aurora is patient, half of her cappuccino finished before he finally parts his lips to speak.

"She left me. She said she didn't want to deal with the distance when we go on tour again and that she didn't trust me to not h-hook up with other girls while I'm gone. I've never done anything but give her l-love and reasons t-to...to trust me! I would n-never cheat."

His words, heaving chest, and his trembling lip are enough to make Aurora wince in sympathy, nearly burning her tongue as he says it in the middle of her taking a larger gulp.

"I'm so sorry, Luke... I know she meant a lot to you or you wouldn't be having this reaction." He nods solemnly as her words before she continues. "If it's any consolation, she didn't deserve you after you kept trying to meet up and talk and she never showed. You tried. She didn't. Some people aren't worth your tears. I know that's not going to stop you from being upset, but it's a thought to think about."

His eyebrows furrow a bit at her words before he gives a small nod. "I guess you're right," he says, showing progress in his mood as he finally picks up his latte and takes a small sip.

It's quiet for a few more minutes and the second that Aurora sees his bottom lip start to tremble again, she panics and leans forward. "Hey," she reaches out and lightly touches his hand. "Want to get out of here? I've got this place I'd like to show you if you let me. It's a bit of a drive, but you won't regret it."

Looking down at his watch, he seems to weigh the pros and cons for a moment before giving in. "Why not?" He says, standing and throwing his jacket on as Aurora looks up, slightly dumbfounded that he accepted.

"Okay," she stands up and gets out an excited giggle, placing their cups in the bin. "Lets go"

With a wave to her sister, who was giving her a proud smirk, Luke puts on his sunglasses and they leave the coffee house, making their way to her car that was parked around the corner.

"Holy shit, this is amazing!" Luke laughs unbelievably at her cherry red 1976 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible with cream colored interior.

"Thanks! It was my granddad's!" Climbing in, she cranks the car and with an excited grin and looking both ways, she pulls out into the traffic.

The wind blows through their hair as the cruise down the roads and Aurora gently smiles when she looks over and sees Luke grinning as he looks at the scenery and people around.

"Here," She hands him her phone as she enjoys the cool breeze, placing her sunnies over her eyes. "You choose the music."

"Brave choice," he hums, taking the phone and beginning to scroll through the songs until he gets to a certain category.

"I knew it!" He shouts with a crazed laugh, Aurora giving him an odd look as she worries for his health.

"You okay there, bub?" She asks with a slight chuckle before he shoves her phone in her face with a wide grin.

"Every one of our albums, including our old EP's, and features. I knew you were a fan!" He laughs as her face drops, a blush taking over her cheeks.

"I never said I wasn't," she sticks her tongue out at him before smirking at his dumbfounded face. "Play a song, doofus." She shoves him playfully as he continues to grin, his thumb scrolling through the songs.

English Love Affair starts playing through the speakers and Aurora rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses. "I see what you did there," she laughs as he smirks over at her cheekily, his sadness hidden well, but Aurora knew it was still under the surface.

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Oh tie up your boat, take off your coat, and take a look around

Everything is alright now

The door to the coffee shoppe chimes cheerfully the following day, making Aurora look up in curiosity. A smile tugs at her lips as she sees the familiar, lanky, blonde boy walk in but her eyes slightly widen as three other beautiful boys follow behind him.

"Holy mother of God," she mumbles to herself wide eyed as she sees Luke turn towards the piano and give her a smile and wave, making a beeline towards her with the boys in tow.

Gulping, Aurora tries to hide her shaking hands by sitting on them, nervously grinning as they come closer.

"Hey, Ro! These are my friends, Michael, Ashton, and Calum. I told them about your song and they really wanted to hear it." Aurora almost fell over as a pleasant nickname passed through his lips but what really made her vision blurry was the end of his sentence.

"O-Oh, that's so... that's so sweet, Luke. It isn't finished yet though," she frowns, biting her lip as he seems to deflate.

"Oh, well maybe next time then," he says sadly and the look on his face is enough for her to grab his hand as he starts to turn.

"Wait! I-I can show the parts I do have," she says, making his smile appear once again.

The boys all crowd around her, making her feel extremely nervous but with Luke's encouraging smile, she places her still shaking hands over the keys.

When it rain it pours but you didn't even notice

It ain't rainin' anymore, it's hard to breathe when all we know is

The struggle of staying above, the rising water line

She continues the song, trying to his cracking, nervous voice, until she no longer has any lyrics, trailing off with a quiet hum and shaky exhale. "That's all I've got so far," she looks up to see the four boys grinning at her widely.

"She's perfect, Luke," Calum says over to Luke proudly and Ashton nearly jumps up and down.

"Such a smart breadstick, you!" Ashton pats him hard on the back as Michael continues to smile but stay the calm one.

"I don't understand," Aurora nervously picks at her bottom lip as they continue to talk excitedly amongst themselves. That's when she realizes her music journal that was testing on the piano is in Ashton's hand and they are all flickering through the pages with excited grins.

"Um, excuse me," her eyebrows are now furrowed as they read her personal songs and words from her heart and Luke looks up as they hear the edge in her tone.

"Sorry, Ro," He yanks the journal out of their hands and places it back on the piano with an apologetic wince. "I think we owe an explanation." When she nods annoyed, he gulps and continues. "We are in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer."

"I know this... Plus, there's only four of you," she deadpans as Ashton snickers in the back.

"Anyway! We are in a band and we are looking for an opening act and someone to sign, but we didn't want anyone to mainstream or famous. We think you'd be perfect to open for us."

Aurora stares up at them in shock, her mouth becoming dry.

“So... what do you say?” Luke asks, his cheeks turning slightly red.

What should she say?

[pit-and-the-pen]

25 and 54 from the prompt list you posted with Neville Longbottom please? If you don't write for Neville, could I get Ron maybe? Thankyou!!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I don’t trust myself around you”

“I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like this

A/n I tried to make this  longer as a sorry of this taking so long to get out. Hope you like it, lovely!

Also, I know I write the whole “I don’t think I’m enough” troupe with Slytherin! Readers. It’s mostly because I want to remind yall that no matter what people think you are all wonderful people and I’m sorry if it doesn’t come off like that. But that’s what I was trying to do. I promise

-Queen of taking should be suggestive lines and making them anything but. 

Taglist:@thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys

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You’re Too Sweet- Neville x Reader

To say this year sucked would be the biggest understatement in all of history. Hogwarts resembled a prison more than a school and every time you walked under the “educational decrees”, you felt yourself wanting to scream. 

The one highlight was that Harry had started to teach some people and you were actually learning a lot from him. Plus you got to see your friends without that miserable toad looming over you. Speaking of which, you definitely had some homework you needed to do for defense. 

Packing up your bag, you decided to head over to the library. Hoping that will give you any motivation to do your work. 

Walking in, it seems like every single other student had the same idea as you. All the tables are filled. You groan and start scanning the room, looking for anyone you knew and could sit with. 

That's when your eyes spot Neville sitting all by himself. The two of you had started hanging out at DA meetings and he was really sweet, and when he wasn’t stumbling over his words, as adorable as that was on its own, he was really funny. Turns out the two of you both really like herbology and find that a common topic to always talk about. He seemed to have every book on plants memorized and it was always really interesting to hear what he has to say. 

“Hey. Care if I join you.” You whisper and he jumps before looking up. “Sorry” You say trying to hold back laughter.

“Uh. Hi y/n..Ye..Yeah. Of course.” He stammers and closes a couple books to make room for you. You smile at him as a silent thank you and set all of your stuff down. 

The two of you sit in silence, the only sound is papers shuffling and quills scratching on parchment. Finally, you finish the essay you’ve been working on and you deflate in your chair. Neville looks up at you, raises an eyebrow before he looks back down at whatever he’s working on with a slight smile. You give his foot a gentle little tap underneath the table and he looks up at you again.

“It’s getting late. Maybe it’s time we called it a night?” You say noticing how it’s just the two of you in the library. “At the very least, I’m going to leave.” 

“Wow. Didn’t realize I’ve been in here for that long.” His eyes are a little hazy and you reach over and close the book he was reading. The front has a picture of a very intricately carved tree. It’s not one you’ve seen before. 

“Yeah. It’s definitely time to wrap up.” You say with a laugh at his dazed expression. The two of you pack up as quickly as possible, both not wanting to get caught around this late at night. 

“Do you want me to walk you back to..?” He asks trailing off at the end. Every now and then he seems to remember that you’re a Slytherin and trips over himself when he does remember. 

“That's sweet, but I think I’ll be good. Have a good night Neville.” You say softly. He just smiles and waves as you walk away. It might be the long night but you swear you hear him mumble “I guess there are good ones after all.” 

You decide to brush it off and try to keep the tiny out the tiny skip those words threaten to add to your step. 

You knew you were in deep trouble. The smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face evident of that. But was it really that bad if you were falling for Neville?

Tension just seemed to keep rising throughout the castle as Umbridge kept cracking down and O.W.Ls fastly approaching. The only thing that made it any bit bearable was DA. It’s not because you get to see Neville

You kept trying to say to yourself. 

A few of your friends started to notice you two sitting in the library all the time now and how you were always waving at him, blushing like crazy when he looked away. 

“Of all the people. Really?” One of them commented which you just responded with “piss off”. You knew it was probably useless anyways. The odds of him, basically the poster boy for a perfect Gryffindor would never see you that way. That feeling would always hang around in your gut but you tried so hard to ignore it. 

You finally reached your breaking point one day, in DA you all were practicing simple disarming spells. After Neville finally seemed to be getting the hang of it, Harry decided to pair you two up to work on it a little more. 

“Expelliarmus” He tried again, voice shaky. Nothing happened. You tried not to focus on how his voice sounded. You were used to nervous Neville, but he sounded 

That probably hurt more than anything he could ever do with a wand. You fire the spell back at him and his wand goes soaring backwards. 

“Maybe I just need a new partner?” Neville says to Harry as he comes up to see what the issue is. 

That was it. You’ve had it.

“Damnnit, Neville. Why won't you duel with me?” You all but scream. “If this is because I’m a sl..” 

“I don’t trust myself around you” Neville shouts over you, effectively stopping whatever you were going to say. The whole room goes silent. Neville never raised his voice, they all seemed just as shocked as you were. He obviously meant it in the most innocent way possible but your cheeks still redden. “I’m miserable at all of this and I don’t want to hurt you if I do it wrong.” He continues. 

Your eyes flicker over to Harry and he tries to redirect the group's attention as you walk over to Neville. 

“You’re not miserable. You just don’t trust yourself. Plus, if something happens, I heal.” You say, trying to hide the fact that you’re just happy it’s not because he thinks you're going to hurt him. In fact it’s the exact opposite. 

“You’re actually doing really well. Up until you got paired with me, you were nailing it every time.” You say grabbing his arm lightly. “Just pretend I’m like everyone else.” Winking as you say this, you catch a glimpse of his ears getting pink. 

“I really don’t think I can do that.” There's no way he just said that. Your whole face heats up and you're thinking of something witty to respond with when Harry dismisses everyone. 

“That’s all for today. Good work today.” He says and starts to walk over to where the two of you are both still frozen. 

“Everything okay?” He says, looking to Neville. When neither of you respond, he looks at you and all you can do is nod. Sensing there’s something going on, Harry crosses his arms.

“Neville?” He says, a little more serious. You look at him and he just has this mortified look on his face and something in you breaks a little. Snapping you out of whatever fantasy you thought you were living in.

“Yeah. Harry, everything is fine.” Even you can hear the iciness of your voice. “Don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean it like that.” The tears are burning in your eyes and you have to get out of there before you start crying. 

“y/n!” Neville calls out as you grab your bag to get the hell out of that room. You pick up your speed as you feel the first tear drip down your face. 

“Y/n! Please!” He calls one more time. You freeze and turn around to see him running after you. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He says, panting as he catches up with you. That makes you let out a mix between a sob and a laugh.

“You didn’t make me upset. No. I did. For thinking this could be a thing.” The tears were falling faster than you could wipe them away. 

“What do you mean?” His voice is small, smaller than you’ve heard before.

“I don’t know. I just got my hopes up for a second that maybe you felt the same way about me.”

“Yo...You. Like. Me?” Every word punctuated. 

“Would I be sitting here crying like this if I didn’t.” You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. You were just being kind like you always are.” A laugh slips out and it’s a genuine one. Realizing just how crazy it had been to think something would come of this. 

You turn to walk away when you feel him grab your hand.

“Please tell me you're serious. Like you’re not just messing with me?” His voice is shaky, like earlier. You only shake your head to let him know you were, in fact, far from messing with him. 

He lets out a deep breath and you see him visibly relax, he lets go of your arm.

“When I let that slip out earlier, you just froze. I thought I had read the whole situation so wrong and felt awful. Then you snapped at Harry and I just didn’t know what to think.” He starts to ramble. 

“OKay now you have to be messing with me.” You interrupt him.

“Y/n/ I’ve liked you since I first saw you. I just never thought you would notice me.” You can tell he’s serious. “You started talking to me in club and I knew it was only a matter of time until you saw how utterly pathetic I was.” You decide to just go for and leave a soft kiss on his lips to stop that sentence. It was short and sweet but it made you both smile. 

“Let me take you to hogsmeade this weekend to make up for all of this. For making you cry.” He says after a few seconds of you two just staring at each other. The only thing you trust yourself to do is nod and the smile you get in return could knock you off of your feet. 

You feel so stupid. Somehow your friends were actually really excited for you and spent most of the day playing dress up with you. Settling on a too-low-cut for your liking sweater dress with some tights underneath. It was winter afterall. Your friends refuse to let you walk by yourself and the whole time you just feel the nervous butterflies in your stomach and you are starting to regret the whole thing. You’re just waiting for the moment when you wake up and realize this whole thing was going to be a cruel dream. 

When you get to the door of the three broomsticks, you freeze. Your friend shooting you a concerned look. 

“You can always turn back around.” Your best friend chimes.

“No. No. I want to, just..Do I look okay?” You can't keep the nervousness out of your voice. 

They all just laugh and open the door as you walk into the warm crowded bar. 

Neville is sitting with someone, talking. You catch his eyes and you see him freeze. 

You shoot him a smile and the guy he was sitting with, who you vaguely think is Dean Thomas, nudges him on the shoulder before getting up to go sit with whoever he came with. 

Your friends giggle behind you and go grab a table somewhere else.  

“Hi.” You giggle at his still shocked expression. 

“Hi.” He says back, standing up. You unbutton your coat and he asks you what you want to drink. Responding back with butterbeer, he smiles and you sit down. Looking for your friends, they all shoot you a double thumbs up and you laugh again. 

He comes back with two tankards of butterbeer. He looks up at you and suddenly seems to trip over nothing. Spilling both of them onto the floor. You laugh before going over to him and offering a hand to help him up. 

“I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.” He exclaims and you blush. As he stands up, you give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“You’re two sweet.” He gives you a big dopey smile and you laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. 

“I’ll grab the butterbeers this time.” He laughs and you go up to grab a replacement for the two glasses. When you look back at him, you notice him watching you. 

You could definitely get used to this.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa

this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)

ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)

SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA

NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP

jealous y/n you say???

now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao

HELPLESS OH MY GOD

truly madly deeply intended :)

damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special

devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy

awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(

AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god

stuffy moron is correct

"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF

"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET

he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄

FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD

i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most

what the fuck is a maw

ok i looked it up i get it now

"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌

"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn

oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨

HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ

"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺

"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT

"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT

ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock

HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE

couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved

HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT

HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤

'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg

oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj

oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄

"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy

"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby

i think he needs therapy tbh

yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤

"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho

they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺

im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that

PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now

"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀

HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss

(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)

HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺

i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream

IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM

ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE

HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺

omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭

HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ

“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him

maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa

“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj

DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD

not a psychotic episode 😭😭

crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king

awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry

matchy socks im gonna sob

king is a chef 😌

y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥

“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties

“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨

he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love

hes such a shithead i love him

SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE

“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF

HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭

RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF

she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad

this… is hot

“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj

HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold

im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei

OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF

oh boy hes gonna kill her

I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP

literally shut the fuck up mr english major

do it bestie kick him in the balls

SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL

IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD

“character development at its finest” what a self aware king

y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️

“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say

“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ

ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time

“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk

“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪

yes bestie objectify him

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK

PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER

“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”

i think about this on a daily basis i truly do

grey shorts? what a slut

“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs

OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN

him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING

“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃

AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ

yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤

yeah 😃 its bc he ran track 😃

no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺

I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why

“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd

YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY

he gets her a cup of water 🥺

ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga

awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn

memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃

HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE

niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious

noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn

well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie

I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌

TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ

chatsnap hes such an old man 😭

true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you

not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING

DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP

“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭

“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK

“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj

he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy

ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth

fuck u for that one vampy

wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass

WAIT IS IT WAP

NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS

I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece

I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT

“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS

NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL

YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM

“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭

why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj

dont hand it over i want to see him snap

OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR

oooooooooooo

OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS

not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭

do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it

“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺

“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭

THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING

this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry

“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf

DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN

suing disney for false advertisement 😭

THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ

how do those bubbles taste babe

ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????

“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS

not the boob privileges 😭

WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”

NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING

“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him

JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ

“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭

OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM

SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING

stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺

“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ

“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ

HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out

“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him

I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-

theyre so fucking cute i hate them

so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))

[finalgirlguy]

If I’m Being Honest

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: Logicality, really really background prinxiety

Word Count: 2,557

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, pls tell me if there’s more

There are nights when Logan doesn't sleep. He certainly doesn't do it as much as Roman and Virgil, but from time to time, work piles up, and only pulling an all-nighter can solve it. That's the only reason he isn't sleeping, really. It would be incredibly childish of him to not sleep because of worries.

It's 6am, and Logan is almost giving up. Letters scramble in front of his eyes, until the e-mail he's reading turns into blurred lines. He closes his eyes, resting, just for a second-

A blue cardigan and a wicked smile, that shouldn't be wearing those clothes, shouldn't use that voice-

Maybe coffee will help.

(More under the cut)

Logan runs down the stairs the most silently he can. Yes, this will help. He starts to put the powder in the coffee maker, and life seems brighter, in a stupid 6am, no sleep, coffee smelling glow.

Patton trudges down the stairs, smiling to himself. His hand stops at the end of the stair, patting it once, and Logan's heart does some very weird thing.

"Good morning, Lo!" Patton sing-songs.

"Good morning, Patton" Logan answers, eyes trained on the coffee maker. "Did you sleep late yesterday?"

Patton moves to the counter and starts making tea for himself. "Hmm, not really" he mumbles. "We watched Singing In The Rain, but as soon as it was over I was already in my bed, sleeping. You missed a really good movie, you know."

"Thomas already saw that movie before" Logan replies, turning to the toaster. Maybe some toast and Crofters will ease the sour taste in his mouth.

"Still..." Patton turns Logan around "We missed your company" His hand touches Logan's wrist. And then, in an unbearably soft manner, his other hand comes up and sweetly touches the skin beneath Logan's eyes, darkened due to the lack of sleep. "And you need to rest, Lo." Patton chuckles lightly and sweetly.

Logan thinks he might be having a heart attack.

He steps back quickly, freeing himself from Patton's soft hands. "Yeah. Well. I need to get back to work soon." Patton's face falls, just for a quick nauseating moment, and then he smiles again. Logan pretends not to see it, just as he pretends not to feel Patton's eyes on his back as he stares at the toaster.

Maybe if Logan stares at the toaster intensely enough, his bread will pop out sooner.

A sickly sweet smile, Logan, everyone's favorite character, the wrong cardigan, features that were supposed to be kind and sweet turning sour and sarcastic, I don't know, Thomas, you might not like what you'll find, blue and grey clothes turning yellow and black-

Ping!

Logan grabs his toast and spreads Crofters on it, with the careful method of someone who has never been more tense in his entire existence.

His coffee is not ready yet. Shit.

Logan leans his hip on the balcony and takes a bite out of his toast. Patton seems to have decided to take part in the staring at objects game, because he's now looking truly focused at his kettle.

"I'm sorry for taking so long to appear while Deceit pretended to be me." Patton says quietly, and Lord, Logan can't bear to hear his voice right now. "Please don't be angry at me."

"I'm not angry at you for that."

"Then what are you angry at me for?"

"I'm not angry at you."

"It's okay if you are."

Logan takes a bite out of his toast. When did Crofters become so sour? Has it gone bad? "No, it's not."

"Then why are you acting like this?" Patton snaps, looking up. He's not angry or bitter or anything Logan wished he'd be, just horribly sad. "You keep avoiding me, you act like my touch is poisonous, you won't  talk to me- "

Logan's coffee is ready. He puts it in a cup, trying his best to not look at Patton.

"I'm- I'm sorry I left you feeling like that, Patton. I'm not angry at you. I swear. I need to. I need to get back to work. Upstairs. In my bedroom. Important work. Goodbye."

Logan nearly runs out of the kitchen with the cup in his hands. He's not bolting, or truly even running, he's not trying to escape from anything, he just needs to get back to his very important and very urgent work.

He closes the door behind him, nearly spilling his coffee as he slams the cup on his desk.

Paper, and lines, and numbers, and math Logan needs to do, and names he needs to remember, and dates he needs to write down. Logan stares at those little black lines, unable to focus, for a very long time.

He reaches to take a sip of his coffee. It's already cold. The mug is black and blue, with a silly chemistry joke written. Patton gave it to him.

Hey, Lo, I have a gift to you.

Oh. Patton. You didn't need to.

It's just- you gave me the sweater, and I thought I could pay you back. It's silly, I know, but I just thought you'd like it. It's not as nice as the thing you gave me.

It's... delightful, Patton. Thank you.

Logan wants to throw the cup at the wall, scream, toss all these papers and pens on the floor, tear his hair out, do something, something that will make his heart stop hurting so badly.

Logan has just come to the decision that if he kicks something he could just probably fix it in barely a thought, when Roman comes barging into his room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He slams the door, making Logan look up from those damned numbers he has been staring into without really seeing.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Me and Virgil came downstairs and we found Patton. Do you know how he was, Logan?"

"You and Virgil came down together?"

"Don't change the subject." Roman's yelling, in such a dramatic Roman way. "He was crying, Logan."

Logan's fists clench in his lap. "He's not- is he- he's-"

Roman seems to struggle between being angry and being sorry. Logan hates the latter more. "You upset him."

Logan is looking through his window, without any memory of ever getting up and walking towards there.

"Look" Roman starts, careful but still clearly angry, "I don't know what's up with you, but I think I kind of know you, and this is about your feelings. So here's my advice: stop being a baby, Logan, deal with your damn feelings, and go apologize to Patton."

Roman leaves, and Logan falls to the floor. He thinks he might be dying, his chest stinging, his breaths coming out uneven. He remembers teaching Virgil about how to deal with panic. It seems so much easier on theory.

When he opens the door to Patton's room, the moral side is sitting on the floor. He's clearly been crying for a long time, and he's clearly on the brink of crying, and Logan doesn't know whether he wants to run away or hug him. He settles on sitting cross-legged in front of Patton.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" Patton's voice is like wet cotton, choked and raw. "Is it a personal space thing? Because if it is you can just tell me I swear I'll stop touching you-"

"It's not a personal space thing."

Patton buries his face into his arms.

"Logan, whatever it is that I did, I'm sorry, if you tell me I swear I won't do it again."

"You didn't do anything wrong" You just smiled at me, Logan thinks, you just smiled at me and suddenly I was an idiot.

When Patton speaks again, his voice is muffled by his arm. "I can't bear to lose someone I love this much, Lo."

Logan thinks he might throw up.

"I- I love you too, Patton. You're the closest friend I have, and I know I'm not easy to bear."

Patton leans his chin on his arms, something so pure and sweet about that gesture. Logan struggles to not tuck a rogue strand of hair behind Patton's ear. "That's not how I meant it."

Logan isn't shocked, not really, because he's not an idiot, and Patton isn't the best at hiding his feelings, but he does crawl a little backwards as if he's been burnt.

"You shouldn't."

Patton stares at him for a while, as if he's trying to decipher a hidden message in Logan's words, but then he just deflated and chuckles, somehow equally sweet and bitter.

"Oh, Logan. I'm the Heart. All I know is loving."

"That's not true." Logan wonders if he's dreaming, and if this would be a good dream or a nightmare. "The Heart also feels other things. You also hate, Patton."

Patton looks at him with those shining eyes, reading every part of his soul like it's a giant billboard. "I don't hate you, Lo."

"But you should-" there's a line of logic here, Logan's sure ,  he has a point he's making, but he has no idea what point it is "I- I have done nothing but being rude and uncaring-"

"Lo, you're allowed to be angry. You're allowed to be bitter. Listen to me." Logan forces himself to focus on those eyes. "You're forgiven. Me, Thomas, Virgil, Roman, forgive you. We all love you."

"Not in the same way." Logan says, because he can't think of anything else to say.

Patton laughs. "No, not in the same way."

He reaches slowly forward, and cups Logan's face. Logan can hear a tiny Virgil in his head yelling "Flight! Flight! Flight!" and a tiny Roman saying "He smells like lavender".

"Patton, I-"

"If you don't want me to kiss you, say it, and I'll never talk about it again."

"That's not-" Logan huffs, hands falling on his lap. He feels like a child. "That's not the point-"

Patton's hand falls to Logan's neck, and he starts to straighten Logan's tie. "What is the point, then?"

Maybe it is Patton's room, because Logan can't form a single sentence. Every single drop of logic has left him.

After about 30 seconds, Patton's hand adjusts to hold Logan's. This time, Logan doesn't flinch.

"When Deceit showed up, as you..." Logan starts, after opening and closing his mouth 8 times, like a dying fish, "I didn't... realize he was... you know, not you. Virgil did, pretty early, and I- maybe I did notice, and decided to ignore it."

Patton's thumb starts to rub Logan's hand, and the logical side has to fight back a sob.

"He was- a cartoonish, almost offensive version of you, and I did... nothing. Because he... he smiled like you do. You have no idea how much that smile destroys me. And he, he was sweet, like you, and he said things you'd say, and I'm sure he knew that you'd say those things and that I'd react the way I did and all of this could have been solved earlier if I hadn't been such an idiot and-"

He stops abruptly, the room suddenly seeming to silent.

"And?" Patton asks, softly, as if he didn't already know it.

"And I hate it that someone else knows what I feel. I hate that I was manipulated because of what I feel. And I hate that I let him pretend he was you because I was too damn narcissistic." This feels like something that should be said in some much more private way, like in a confession to a priest, where the priest can't see his face, not while Patton stares at him with his all-knowing eyes. "I have tried to keep my heart to myself for a very long time, Patton, and you somehow make me show my heart to the entire world."

Patton is silent for a while, and then he says:

"No one's angry at you about the Deceit thing. I don't blame you for this. You were wrong.  It's alright. You don't have to be right all the time."

Logan doesn't know how to answer that. A part of him wants to scream that yes, he does need to be right, he's Logic, but... the way Patton said it, like it's an universal truth that people are allowed to be wrong sometimes. It's such a Patton thing to say.

"And, Lo, I think keeping your feelings to yourself all the time might be bad for you. Trust me, I hid my feelings a lot. Sometimes it's good to talk about it."

God, Logan wants to kiss him.

"I'm sorry," he says instead.

"Don't be." Patton says, smiling sweetly. "Let's do this. I'll tell you something in my heart, and you tell me something in yours."

Logan nods, like a child learning the alphabet.

Patton leans in and tugs Logan's hair behind his ear. "I love you." It feels so pure, so simple, an offering, that the only thing Logan can answer is:

"I love you too."

Patton beams. "Can I kiss you?"

Instead, Logan leans in and kisses him.

Logan tries, for some unknown reason, to number the things he's discovering in his head.

1: Patton not only smells like lavender, but also like lilies.

2: Patton's lips are chapped, and maybe trembling a bit, and Logan wonders if this taste is of peanut butter.

3: Patton's hand has moved to hold Logan's tie.

Logan just gives up numbering after that.

Patton leans away softly, a hand coming up to Logan's face.

"Oh, Lo, you're crying."

Logan's hand comes up to find that, yes, there is water running down his face.

"Fascinating."

Patton chuckles.

"Come on, it's probable the room. Let's get you out of here."

Patton is really smart, Logan thinks.

As soon as they enter the hallway, Logan feels like a weight has left his shoulders. He finds himself able to compose normal sentences again.

They sit on the floor again, side by side, hands intertwined. Patton leans his head on Logan's shoulder, and Logan kisses the top of his head instinctively.

"So" Logan says, "What is up with Virgil and Roman?"

Patton smiles knowingly, like he always does when they gossip. "Oh, I think they both slept at Virgil's room tonight."

Logan's eyes widen. "Did they-"

"Oh, no, not yet. They won't even admit they're in love yet. I don't think they  did  anything, they just slept in the same room because they enjoy the company."

"Virgil was very flustered when you asked, right?"

"As red as a tomato!" Patton laughs, nudging Logan's shoulder.

Logan sighs, pretending to be worried. "Oh, if only they could be as in touch with their emotions as I am with mine."

Patton laughs, but some glint of worry was still there. He leans and kisses Logan's cheek, quick and sweet.

"I'm not used to being able to do that" He says, smiling.

Logan pulls him closer and kisses his lips.

"I'm still not used to being able to do that."

They're immersed in their own bubble, not carefree, but aware that their worries can be solved. Roman and Virgil might walk into the hallway and see them in this odd place, Deceit might have his plans, Thomas can be hurt. But right now they are just sitting next to each other, holding hands, talking, kissing, loving each other, and right now that is enough.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Pushed away

In which Y/N and David need to discuss their hidden feelings for eachother.

warnings: a little bit of angst, that’s it

a/n: this is for the lovely anon that requested an imagine from my Drabble list. I hope you enjoy it!

1. Why didn’t you say that to my face?

10. Why are you pushing me away?

word count: 1.8k

It had been a rather cold night in Los Angeles. The clouds had rolled into the sky by 4pm and created a dreary atmosphere that wouldn't vanish until the next morning. Y/N didn't care, though. She was quite pleased to face a sight that matched her current mood so beautifully. She sat on her window sill, rolled into a blanked and a random playlist buzzing in the background. Normally, she would be with her friends right now, filming videos for Youtube or making some dumb decisions that would end up on David Dobriks vlogs.

-David Dobrik- Y/N huffed. Up until a month ago she would have considered him as one of her closest friends. If not even her best friend. Her best friend for who she probably felt far more than she should be. But that wouldn't matter anymore. She had tried to hold her distance from the whole squad ever since David seemed to only have eyes for a girl named Lydia. He had met her at the college he occasionally went to to make a student very happy by paying for their tuition. This was probably one of the traits Y/N adored most about him. He seemed to always give. Whether it was to his friends or random strangers on the street. He loved the smile on people's faces as soon as he surprised them with a gift that was far too extravagant to give to anyone. And Y/N? She loved the excitement in his eyes whenever he surprised them.

Y/N smiled at the thought of David and his obsession for his friends. Just a few months ago she got to be the lucky one out of the group that had gotten a brand new car from him. The girl didn't want to accept it at first but seeing him practically beg for her to take the car keys out of his hands, she did eventually. At the beginning, she loved it. Even taking late night drives, sometimes with David, just to test out her new ride once again. But now, it just reminded her of him. Him and his stupid grin. The same one he shot at Lydia every time she was around, which had become fairly often within the last few weeks. Y/N didn't want to admit it, but if she listened to her heart, it would tell her that it was aching for the brown haired boy she used to be so close with.

The girl was pulled out of her self sorrow by the sound of her mobile phone. It was probably another message from him, asking if she would accompany him and his friends tonight, just as he did every evening. Last time she had told him she wasn't feeling well. It had become harder and harder to come up with excuses that saved her from yet another night in which she would have to watch David flirt with Lydia. Y/N tried to ignore the constant sound of her phone. Now it was not only David, but some other friends of theirs that started to ask about her.

>No, sorry… still not feeling good. maybe next time ☹️< Y/N texted back swiftly.

She couldn't even be mad at David. Lydia was a nice girl, not to mention very pretty. Basically everything David could ever want in a girl. And there was nothing Y/N could do about it, either. So why be angry at them? All she could feel was the sadness draining her out and turning her into a quiet little pile of heartache.

She sat there for a while until a knock on her door pulled her out of trance once again. The girl got up and scrambled towards her apartment door.

And there he stood in his full glory. But instead of a wide grin he had concern written all over his stupid face. He looked her up and down before staring back into her eyes.

‘’You’re not sick.’’ His head tilted to the left before he stepped forward and slung his arms around the girl in front of him. Before she could even protest, he closed the front door and got rid of his jacket.

‘’Whats going on Y/N?’’ There it was again, his grin. Y/N had to force herself not to smile back. They made their way towards the living room in which David plopped down on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him to signal her to sit down as well. She did, allowing a big space between her and David. He scoffed at her action, but ignored the urge to comment on it.

‘’What about the others? Did you just leave them at your house?’’ Her voice was raspy. She hadn’t talked a lot today. With the sound of her voice, she was struck by realisation. Her outfit wasn't exactly what she would wear to see David or anyone, really. Y/N was dressed in a baggy bathrobe that covered an even uglier sweater she had just pulled out of the closet this morning. It hadn't been necessary to dress decent today, since she didn't plan on seeing anyone. David didn't mind, though. All he could care about was her face, which, by the way, looked like she had not have a proper night sleep for years.

‘’Yeah, kinda… but that doesn't matter. You didn't answer my question Y/N/N.’’ David squeezed her shoulder and couldn't help but notice the tension that had taken over her whole body ever since he had stepped through her door.

‘’I dont wanna talk about it..’’ Y/N focused on the window she had sat by minutes before. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

Davids scrunched his nose. He didn't like the tension between the two of them. It had always been easy with them, why did everything change in a matter of weeks?

He cleared his throat before speaking again. ‘’I just want to know what's going on. You're being weird.’’

‘’It's none of your business.’’ Y/N stood up walking towards her window to find something she could stare at. She really didn't want to have this discussion right now.

‘’It kinda is. You're my best friend and I can't help but feel like you're pushing me away.’’ David got up as well, taking two long steps to his friend, who had yet to say why they were in this situation in the first place.

‘’Why are you pushing me away?!’’ Panic came up in him, as he tugged at his hair to try and ease the headache he felt growing in his head. Y/N turned around, anger written all over her face.

‘’If you feel like i'm pushing you away, then just go back to Lydia! Maybe she can be a better ‘friend’ than I am!’’

His expression changed to a sympathetic one as he realized what she meant. ‘’Is that what this is all about?’’

Y/N trained her eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the face and reveal the real reason for her current change of behavior.

‘’You think I like Lydia more than you? That she’s my new best friend?’’ He laughed.

Y/N broke down silently. David didn't need to know how she felt about him.

‘’Please just talk to me. I can't stand you distancing yourself from me. Do you know how boring the last few weeks were without you?’’ She looked up now. David’s eyes stared into hers in a pleading manner.

‘’It's not about her being your new best friend. You've got plenty of those…’’ She trailed off, sighing, ‘’It's about her trying to be more than just friends with you.’’

‘’What?’’

Y/N mumbled something he couldn't hear. Realizing he probably didn't understand, she gathered all her courage to repeat herself,‘’I like you.’’

David couldn't move. All he felt was his heartbeat pulsating in his ears, drowning out every sound around him. It took him a couple of seconds before he realized what she had said. She liked him! Drunk of excitement about her statement he began to speak again: ‘’Why didn't you say that to my face… like earlier?’’

Sure, he had gotten a couple of comments about Y/N liking him, shot to him from Natalie and Jeff, who occasionally made fun of his little crush on his best friend, too, but he would've never dreamed about them being even close to the truth. Now that Y/N had finally said it, he felt relief rushing through his veins and he began to smile again.

Y/N was a bundle of nerves. She had just told her crush she liked him and all he did, was focus on the timing. He was acting like it was too late. As if he had already thrown the thought of them together out of the window without even talking about it. She was devastated. ‘’You don't have to say it back. Just… don't let this change anything between us, please.’’ The girl tried to muffle the sob that was climbing up her throat, but all it really did was push a stream of tears down her cheeks. She watched silently as the salty drops hit the floor underneath her feet, not even bothering to stop them.

David took a step forward. ‘’Oh its gonna change a whole lot of things between us.’’

He took another step lifting Y/N’s chin with his fingers and wiping his thumbs across her face to try and get rid of the tears staining her beautiful face. ‘’Oh…’’, she whispered.

All she wanted was for him to go and leave her cuddled up in a big blanked with ice cream and disney movies to forget she ever said such a stupid thing to him. But before she could plan the rest of her sad evening, david cut her short, ‘’Because I like you, too.’’

A simple, yet powerful sentence that filled her with warmth and longing for the boy in front of her. Her tears stopped rolling and she struggled to force a neutral look on her face.

‘’Isn't that convenient?’’ David grinned even wider while wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend.

‘’Yeah.’’ Y/N smiled, closing her eyes and inching closer to his face, hoping this was the right moment to initiate a kiss. David mimicked her motions until their lips finally met, erupting an explosion of feelings between the two of them. He pushed her towards him at the small of her back deepening the kiss. Y/N’s hands wandered up his shoulders to the back of his head pulling at the strands of hair, smiling into the kiss. Neither wanted this to stop. They stumbled backwards until Y/N had finally found the wall David pushed her against shorty after. He propped his left hand on the wall next to her face, while the other held her in place by the waist. His touch sent shivers down her spine. They continued for a couple more seconds before both of them were in desperate need for air. When they pulled apart, Y/N couldn't find anything but pure adoration in his gaze.

‘’We should do this more often.’’ David chuckled burying his head in the crook of her neck and pulling them back to the sofa, where she intertwined her fingers with his, smiling to herself.

‘’Definitely.’’

[spideywars]

tell me the world’s alright

chapter two; dead in the water

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader 

words: 6.2k

warnings: slight gore

summary: 

After the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren’t really as safe as you thought. Even under your father’s iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place.

last chapter 

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It’s been a week since you’ve talked to Peter or Tony. Pepper, Mj, and Ned are extremely annoyed at your stubborn attitude. But, at the same time they understand. When you push them away from your problems, they give you the same disappointed stare before they leave you be.

Pepper can’t stand your silent treatment towards your father, she’s even given up making dinner since everyone refused to sit at the table as a family. She’s tried to sit you down, she’s even threatened to call Peter and make you talk to him through the phone, but you’ve managed to run away and lock yourself in the room before she gets the chance to hit call.

You kind of hate yourself for being this closed off, but whenever you want to apologize and fill-in the cracks, you remember the suit that’s sitting in your basement unused. Your first invention, a huge milestone, completely ignored and denied to shine. All because people think they can own your life.

So, you gulp back down those ‘I’m sorry’s’ and stand your ground.

But things had to get more complicated and terrifying.

“Y/N?!” Pepper yelps from down the stairs. You’re sat at your desk, nose stuffed in a ‘technology of the future’ book when you hear her cries. It sends your heart jumping into your throat and your stomach twisting into knots.

The chair crashes backward, book flopping to the ground at your feet. Your body rushes forward and you throw open your bedroom door. You can hear faint panting, the sounds of frustrated growls and an all-too-familiar scent of burning flesh. It causes you to gag into your sweater sleeve.

Images flash before your eyes. Tony’s watery eyes, burnt lips whispering your future into the air as if he wasn’t going to be in it. The flesh that pealed from his bones, the muscle that died every day. The way you thought you were going to be fatherless, a daughter lost in a world that her dad formed into a better place.

You almost trip down the stairs, mind wandering with possible scenarios. Tony? Peter? Maybe even Mj and Ned? May? Maybe one of the Avengers or Guardians of the Galaxy? It doesn’t matter who, but you know you don’t care what Pepper or Tony says, you’re going to step in and help.

The sight before you had you gasping so loud it felt like your tongue got caught in your throat. Your feet are glued to the floor when you take your last step down the stairs, eyes wide with horror. This shouldn’t be happening.

“P-Peter?”

You don’t trust your voice, sounding breathless when his name passes your lips. It’s like a whisper, but Pepper hears you, her long blonde hair whipping around and wide eyes staring into your own. She’s trying to stay calm, you can tell. She’s been through so much tragedy and close calls throughout her life she’s learned to bottle it all up.

“Y/N.” She cries out, stumbling towards you and trying to give you a hug but your shove past her a little too hard. You don’t know your own strength, right now your mind is spiraling down like an aircraft with one engine. You’re losing air, your fingers are growing numb.

Tony is stood over him at the kitchen table, everything cleared off on the floor. He must’ve not been able to carry him to the lab because of his injuries from the snap. Tony will never regain those muscles back, and he’s left with vine-like designs engraved into his skin throughout this left side.

“Pete!” Tony yells, grabbing a knife from one of the kitchen drawers and starting to cut away at the front of Peter’s suit. It’s already burnt and cut severely, but you know it needs to be completely off so you can tend to his wounds.

It’s horrible, the burns that cover Peter’s body. Blotches of red and black are mostly on his right side, cuts and bruises all over as well. You wonder what the hell he got himself into now.

You don’t think too much though, you can’t in this situation and you know that. Instead, you rush to the lab, grabbing the first aid and burn kits and special serums from the cabinets. You also grab a syringe and put anesthetic inside it.

Suddenly, Peter starts screaming. You can hear his cries and groans from down the steps. They ring in your ears and send shockwaves down your spine. That’s officially the worst sound in the world, and its going to be haunting you in your nightmares for a while now.

“M'coming Parker.” You say under your breath, trying to stop the tremors in your muscles as you cradle everything in your hands up the stairs. His screams echo throughout the house and your brain. God, please let it end.

When you get back to the scene, Pepper is at Peter’s head, one hand pressed against his forehead to hold it still, it being the only place that didn’t have burns on it. Her other hand was placed on his shoulder, petting at it to try and soothe him.

“Y/N’s here with the stuff now Peter, keep looking at me.” You hear her say, but his body seems to shake and squirm more.

You thought you heard him whimper your name under his breath, but you’re too far into the rescue mission to analyze it enough.

Tony is grabbing at the things you pass him, soothing the burns with serums and liquids and everyone wincing at Peter’s screams growing louder. It’s stinging, and your hand moves to grasp the needle of anaesthetic.

“No, not yet. That’s the last resort.” Tony growls out, still throwing things onto Peter’s naked chest, stomach, and arms. Peter is screaming so loud you feel like his throat will tear in two.

“Y/N!” Pepper yells through clenched teeth, and you whip your head over to see her staring at you so hard it feels like she’s ripping your soul out of your body. But you can read her look, and see her flickering her gaze from you to Peter. She wants you to hold him, to calm him.

You don’t even hesitate, dropping everything and rushing to take her place. Now you’re face to face with your best friend once again, but not like you ever thought. In the scenarios that danced in your dreams at night, you thought you would see him at school, or maybe one of your family members or friends would find a way to get you both in the same room. But you never thought like this.

“Pete.” You whisper, blinking back the tears when his wild brown eyes meet yours. Tears are rushing down his face and onto the table, his lips wet with spit and swollen from the wounds.

“I missed you.” His brutal convulsions lesson, but he still kicks and growls. The tears keep streaming like waterfalls, and whenever you wipe them away, new ones flow.

“How was your biology quiz?” You ask, trying not to stutter and allow him to hear your fear. Your hand combs through his hair, it was thick with tar and debris. You notice his top half stops rattling, now down to the level of soft shutters and shakes. His eyes soften and droop with exhaustion, but he still has his eyes on you.

“I-I passed.” He croaks out, barely above a whisper. But you hear him and almost laugh in relief. Your hand moves to his forehead and starts petting it and wiping off the sweat and tears that cake like a second layer on his skin.

“I knew you would.” You smiled while tears sneak out from your own eyes and drip onto his cheeks, he doesn’t even flinch, probably numb towards everything.

“You scared me.” You can’t help but say with wobbly lips and a sob ripping through your throat. It shocks you and even your parents. It makes Tony pause in his frantic aid to look towards you in concern and Pepper to place her hands to her mouth to hold in her cries.

“I’m sorry.” Peter replies, voice sounding more and more faded and distant. That terrifies you, and to keep him awake you lean even more forward towards him, your nose almost touching his forehead as you stare into his eyes.

“Peter you have to stay awake for me, just until we know you’re stable.” He looks drunk with the way his eyes slowly blink. But they stay open and he listens, surprised with how close you have gotten.

You can kick yourself with how awkward things will get between you again later, right now you need to save his life.

Tony works as hard and as fast as he can, it feels like hours and like time never passes as you stay glued to Peter’s side. You don’t move your face away from his. It scared you to even think about moving your forehead away because of how you could feel his rigid breath against it. You didn’t want that feeling to go away, you needed to know he was alive and stayed that way.

“Y/N.” It was Tony’s voice this time. It broke through the foggy barriers in your mind as you stared into Peter’s eyes and brushed away more tears.

You look up, hooking pieces of your own wet hair out from your face that fell down your cheeks as you cried. Your mom and dad are staring at you, embraced near the end of the table. Tony is covered in Peter’s blood and tar from the fire, eyes watery and mouth tight. A very similar expression that he had when he sat in his own hospital bed, ready to tell you to live the life he could never have.

“Let’s get him into a bed, yea?” Tony said, and you nodded stiffly. That was the last thing said between anyone in the room before you and your father lifted your best friend and brought him up the stairs to the spare bedroom beside yours. You almost wanted Peter to just be in yours since he was more familiar with it. But that would probably cause another argument between you and Tony, and you didn’t have a fight left in you.

Peter was laid out on the bed, now sound asleep with his chest rising and falling in short staggering breaths. A pained expression was still plastered on his face with his eyebrows in a knot along his forehead and lips in a frown, it made you frown back at him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, tight but loving. You looked towards Tony with tears threatening to fall again.

“He’s going to be okay, kid.” He says with a cracked voice before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes so tightly fireworks spark in your eyelids. It was painful to see your father so affectionate, and he really only got like this when things went south.

He left quietly and didn’t ask when you stayed behind. He just shut the door softly and allowed you to get consumed within your own silence. The only thing heard was the sound of Peter’s wheezes and the tick of the clock on the nightstand.

So many ‘what if’s’ flew throughout your mind like rockets, you felt yourself grow dizzy at the thoughts that consumed you. The guilt and the anger and frustration, the sadness and fury and love. All these emotions that didn’t want to organize themselves in your brain. But one reigned supreme over them all.

Peter could’ve been saved by the suit you made for him. If only your father said yes, if only Peter wasn’t following Tony around like a lost dog. If only you pushed Peter a little harder to defile Tony and get him to wear the suit without your father’s agreement. What if they just let you become the inventor you always wanted to be?

Your hand fisted into the covers beside Peter’s body, and you would’ve reached out to grip his hand but the door burst open with May stumbling into the room. She was crying and had red-rimmed eyes as she rushed toward the bed to softly kiss at Peter’s forehead and brush the curls away from his face. She sniffled and mumbled his name over and over under her breath, and you felt that was your queue to get out and give them their space.

But you barely stood up before May snapped her hand towards your wrist and gripped you tightly. It startled you and you almost pulled away, but you quickly met her wide eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N.” She said, desperation and sadness dripping from her voice. This woman has gone through a lot in her life, she’s lost too many people and Peter’s death would break her. You know that for a fact. You can see the cracks forming in her soul, its ready to shatter any second.

There wasn’t anything left to say, and your hand slipped from hers when she loosened her grip. You just gave her a small smile with watery eyes and a wobbling lip before turning on your heels to rush out as if you were running away from a nightmare.

Ned and MJ were stumbling up the stairs when you closed the door behind you, and you could barely say a word before they crashed into your body and buried you in a hug. You could smell the shampoo in Mj’s curls and Ned’s cologne from his shirt. It anchored you and tugged your mind away from the pain surrounding you.

You couldn’t help but start crying again, letting your sobs get muffled into their chests.

-

Everything else was a bit of a blur until the next morning. You don’t remember how you got into your bed, or when Mj got tangled in with you, or how Ned got on the floor beside you, but it made you let out the smallest giggle seeing them both snoring away.

They cared not only about Peter but you, and it was hard to wrap your head around that fact. You know you are loved, of course, but emotions like love and pain are one’s you usually run away from and avoid or see in your nightmares. You hate them, but yesterday all of them came at you at once like a storm of hurricanes and tornadoes.

Your feet danced around Ned’s body, trying not to wake them both up as you rushed out of the bedroom. Your mind immediately went to Peter’s room, and you gave his door a long stare with wide and terrified eyes before you walked over and opened it just a crack.

May was still there, her body laid out on the bed beside him with her cheek smooshed into the pillow. Peter was still on his back, blotches of red burns still scattered along his body. But color was coming back into his skin, and you could see the life back in his cheeks. That gave you some kind of sanity.

There were sounds coming downstairs, and a bang made you whip your head around and close the door so it wouldn’t wake them. Your brows furrowed, and you were immediately rushing down the stairs and making a plan to grab one of your dad’s blasters that he had hidden beside the stove in the kitchen.

More rustling, and your body tensed as you got onto the main floor. You started lifting your heels, moving gracefully across the floors on your tiptoes as you rushed towards the kitchen to grab the weapon. Your heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, hands shaking as you set your fingerprints on the blaster, watching as it connected to your wrist when you identified yourself.

It was coming from the laboratory down below, and you couldn’t help but think of your poor suit that was laid out down there collecting dust. Even though it was a lost cause, you’d rather things your dad could simply make again get destroyed than that.

The door was opened, the light leaking upstairs. But it was when you peaked down the steps that you froze and got even more confused.

It was Tony, your father, frantically moving around the laboratory. In the middle of the room was your suit on display, a mannequin wearing it.

“Dad?” Your voice echoed down the stairs, and you walked down fast, not caring about being quiet anymore. It angered you to see your invention become the center of attention after it being considered trash just a week ago.

Tony wasn’t looking at you, but you could tell he noticed your presence. He was on autopilot, in a headspace that you couldn’t break into.

“Dad, what the hell are you doing?” Your voice grew, and you moved in front of him when he made a move towards the suit. Tony stared down at you and had the audacity to give you a smile before placing his hands on your shoulders, he stared into your eyes for a split second before he maneuvered past you to get back on track.

“I think I deserve an explanation since you’re playing with my-”

“You did tests on this, correct?”

He turned around, tapping a finger on the shoulder of the suit. He was in work mode, and you were the person he was interrogating. His interruption made you simply blink at him in surprise with your mouth hung open, the blaster still alive on your wrist and ready to blow someone up.

“I-Uhm, yes? I made Peter try it on when I met with him a week ago.” You answered timidly.

“Yes I saw the security footage. It worked, correct? Healing that moves at the fastest rate invented, I’m sure.” That made you blush, of course your dad would find out about your schemes. No matter how much you think you know, Tony Stark is one foot in front of you.

“Yes, but-”

“And this was tested on him, fits with his DNA?”

“Dad.”

“Probably able to work against any element…”

“Tony!” You yelled your dad’s name, and that made his eyes snap up towards you. They looked wild and like he barely got any sleep. That worried feeling started to grow in your chest again, you loathed it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but I remember you completely hating the idea of this project meeting your eyes again and you told Peter about how this suit can’t be used. But now you’re interrogating me about its qualities and testing it yourself like you’re ready to put it on Peter as soon as he wakes up again?” You ranted with hands throwing themselves up in the air in anger and frustration.

“I thought this invention-” Tony cut himself off, eyes freezing into space before he blinked and met your eyes again. “I thought you weren’t ready for this.”

You froze and blinked at him, shocked once again at what came out of his mouth. But really, you shouldn’t be. You knew your father was protective over you since you came into this earth, even your mother protected you with her life. They were scared of what you were capable of, what your future looked like. Once you started picking up lab coats and wrenches instead of dolls and purses, they immediately closed you off to the world but lied and said that it was okay that you wanted to follow in your dad’s footsteps.

They let you work on the Iron man suits, they let you do tests and work with chemicals and help fix cars and engines and weaponry. They didn’t want to say no to your dreams. But also, they didn’t know the answer to give you when you would surely tell them what you want to do next with your skills.

Bad parenting on their part, but hey, you can’t really complain since your life could be a lot worse.

“And now…?” You ask with a shaky voice, flickering your eyes from your dad to the suit.

“Now…” Tony moved away from the suit to stand with you. You both were staring at it, scanning every inch of it and all its glory. Something that, for once, wasn’t made by Tony Stark, but his daughter.

“Now I want your help, and I won’t push you away this time.” You felt his hand move to your back, patting at it softly before he grabbed at your shoulder and pulled you into a tight side-hug. It was that stupid affection again, that bubbly feeling in your gut. You couldn’t help but smile at your father’s words and how much you needed to hear that.

“Peter’s gonna be okay, dad.” You mumble, knowing he needed to hear that too. This probably terrified him to the core, almost losing someone he mentored and took under his wing as a superhero and now an Avenger. Peter dying would break him just as bad as it would break you and May, but Tony would blame it on himself.

That’s probably why he’s agreeing to this, his mind plagued with nightmares all night at the thought of losing Peter to something that could’ve been fixed. You felt bad for him, that man already has enough weight on his shoulders.

Tony let go of your shoulder, now back into his own headspace as he started to go back to rushing around, shuffling through things in drawers and cabinets.

“I’ll start breakfast since moms still in bed, come up soon okay?” You decide to say, not wanting to push him any further about what the future will be with the suit and you. You know there are many things to discuss, but everything still needed to process inside your brain.

You saw him simply nod, still searching through drawers and placing certain things on the countertop. You shook your head in amusement, leaving him to his work as you walked back up the stairs to silence. Everyone was still sleeping, so you had time to put the blaster away and start cooking pancakes.

-

“Peter…” You trailed off, feeling the energy to fight your friend leave your body seeing him finally standing in front of you. He had healed so much, only two days had passed and everything was starting to look normal again. You noticed limping while walking and small sneers of pain on his face when he would get up from his bed, but the progress made you thank all the gods above.

He was getting antsy, the world needed saving and this superhero life was now a drug to him. He needed to be swinging around the city, saving people, making Tony, Happy, and his aunt proud. But it’s like he doesn’t realize it is okay to rest sometimes.

He knows though, that Tony and you are working on something. He knows that you both spend way too much time in the lab. Before he left to go to his own place yesterday, you barely said goodbye to him because you were too busy grabbing things from Tony’s garage. You have five missed calls, only two being from Mj and Ned. The rest are Peter probably wondering what the hell you’ve been doing.

He’s going to find out, right now. It’s final, Tony and you have gathered enough supporting data and did a few more tests to make sure this suit was the best of the best. It was ready to wear, but Peter really wasn’t ready to wear it.

“I’m fine now, Y/N. I’m healing, way faster than you realize. It’s okay.” He assures, wincing when he leans down to grab at his web-shooters from his bedside table. You raise a brow, but he diverts his gaze.

“I know you are, but superheroes need rest too.” You mumble as he straightens back up. He just gives you another one of those golden smiles before brushing past you. You know what he’s going to do. Grab his suit, stuff it in his backpack and pretend he’s going to school when you know that’s the last thing he wants to do, especially when May got him a week off to heal properly.

“Peter listen,” you take a deep breath, shuffling towards him so close it makes him stop his movements to grab at his backpack as you thought. He just blinks at you, and it’s now or never.

“Tony and I have been talking, and we think it’s time for a new suit…” you trail off again, cursing yourself inside your head at how nervous you are. It amazes you how much you want this to work out, how much you need Peter in that suit and for your invention to come alive. You hurdle over Tony, and the only barricade left between you and that dream is Peter’s yes or no.

“We think it’s time for my suit.” You say with as much confidence you can muster, holding your chin up high and staring into his eyes like you’re prepared to scoop out his soul.

Peter’s face drops because of course it does. He breaks eye contact and blinks down at your feet. He’s processing, you can almost hear the gears in his mind turning. You gulp loudly, fidgeting with your fingers that are clasped in front of you.

“Your suit?” He questions, stepping back. The backpack is forgotten, and he’s giving you that ugly stare of confusion and uncertainty. It’s the last thing you wanted right now, but it’s also something you expected.

“Yes. I-Uhm had a discussion with Tony and he agreed that because of how much brutality you go through and how there isn’t a lot of reassurance that you’re going to come back unscathed every time…my design was our best bet at keeping you alive and safe. If this continues to work…we can possibly manipulate the suits healing processes into other Avengers suits.” Before you even finish Peter is pacing, lips held in a tight line and hands running through his hair anxiously. You hate it.

“And Tony agreed to this?” He asked, and you almost wanted to scream into his face. He doesn’t believe you. He needs to know Tony agreed to all this. It’s Tony’s approval or nothing, that’s how Peter’s life works. You’re starting to wonder if this friendship is just because Tony told him to be friends with you since he only ever followed orders from your father

“Yes, yes he did. I didn’t even ask him, he decided on his own my invention was worthy of more trials and now we’re here. We’ve decided that you could probably get the suit on as soon as possible, even to just heal your wounds from the previous actions.”

You make your way towards the door, knowing damn well he’ll at least follow you to your house where Tony has the suit still set up on the mannequin. But he speaks before you can place your hand on the handle, and his words bring some kind of reassurance that he cares back into your mind.

“But what about you? You’re going to be seen as the inventor of this suit, it’s going to get out somehow. You’re going to be a target.”

You look back at him and see he’s right behind you like you thought, but he’s staring at you with those loving eyes, the ones that make you melt and hate yourself for staring at them a little too long.

“Tony has protection plans in store for me, but one thing is for sure, I’m not standing in the shadows any longer. I’ve made that clear.” You give him a cheeky smile and a wink before you make your move back to opening the door and getting you both downstairs and to your car.

-

“Dad!” You call out once you open the front door. You immediately make your way down the steps to the basement, Peter hot on your heels.

You can’t help but smile every time you see your suit on display in the room, there and waiting to be used. It used to be laid out on its charger along the counter like any other tool or chemical, no special plans for it, just bad memories and hard work lost. But now it’s one of the world’s most fascinating pieces of science, ready for combat.

Tony stands near the back where the second room is, the glass wall opened up to view the test area and other computers. He looks up when hearing you both enter, smiling before walking over to Peter and grabbing his shoulders. He checks him over with one long drag of his eyes from his feet to his head. His eyes soften, noticing the pain Peter still is going through.

“Healing?” Tony asks, stepping back to give Peter one last once-over before he moves back towards the suit. He’s taking off the wires you both had connected to computers and batteries, getting ready for the pieces of the puzzle to be connected.

“Y-yeah, getting there.” Peter shrugs, shifting his gaze from Tony to you, back and forth. He looks nervous, similar to when he first came down with you to see the suit. But this time, it wasn’t against Tony’s wishes.

“I know you’ve tried this on before. By the looks of it, when we put this baby back on you, we expect anything left that you’re waiting to be healed by simply your own heightened DNA will be as good as new in under thirty seconds.”

Peter gapes at you both and moves towards the suit as if it was going to blow up. Peter Parker looks scared at something you made with your own two hands, that’s something you never saw coming.

“And I can get back out there?” Peter asks, that makes you smile. It’s really a win-win scenario here. Peter gets to go back swinging around the city, and you get to see your invention finally get properly used.

“Of course. For the first month, we’d like to keep a few monitors on you to make sure everything runs smoothly while you’re in action, you’ll also get a few checkups I’d say…once a week by either one of us to make sure that everything internally is working smoothly.” Peter nods at Tony’s words, now keeping his eyes locked on the suit, staring it down.

“Afterwards, when we know everything is good, we can let you run loose with it.” You conclude. Peter’s response is a silent nod, his hands pressing against the suit so delicately it’s like he’s scared it’s going to shatter.

“Well, kid.” Tony stepped forward, setting his hand down on Peter’s shoulder and giving it one pulse before letting go. It was time, and you turned around to let Peter do his normal routine. It was a struggle, you could hear him wince and groan, but your breath caught in your throat when silence finally blanketed over the lab.

“Ready?” Tony asked, and when you turned around you could see that your father was asking not only Peter but you. His brows were raised, eyes soft as he grabbed for the last plug that would disconnect the suit and allow it to fully become compatible with Peter’s body.

You were frozen in your spot, suddenly feeling way more nervous than you ever were before, almost doubtful it would even work and scared you made some kind of wiring mistake, maybe you accidentally disconnected some cells, or maybe the suit was only a one-hit-wonder, what if the trial with Peter was the only thing that worked.

“Y/N.” Tony’s voice dragged you out of the hole you were digging yourself into, and you stared at his outstretched hand. Realization clicked into place inside your mind that he was giving you the honors, and it made you gulp loudly before forcing your feet to un-stick themselves from the floor to move towards the plug.

“I’ll count to three, and Peter I want to let you know that this is something that will hit your body hard. It won’t feel horrible, but it may feel strange. It’s rapidly reconnecting your cells and anything needing to be healed.” Peter nods at Tony’s warning, shifting his stance and grounding his feet, shoulders growing square and fists tightening.

You made sure Peter shifted his gaze to you, giving you that recognizable smile you loved so much as your queue to unplug the wire.

The suit came to life, soft strings of red light illuminating his form. But the look of the suit was barely able to be processed before Peter let out a gasp, stumbling backward and throwing his hands in front of him, looking at them with wonder in his expression.

“Oh my god.” Peter breathed out, blinking rapidly and mouth gaping opened. You were getting worried and starting to move towards him, Tony mirroring your movements. But you were both stopped by Peter’s hand coming up, shooing you both away.

Your eyes widened when you saw the burns and cuts upon the right side of his face grow smaller and smaller until nothing was left. What looked like white veiny branches surrounded the wounds and then contracted back into his skin once they were healed. You held your breath the whole time it was happening.

His body seemed to loosen up quickly afterward, and Peter took-in one last large breath of air before he met both your eyes.

“Just under 30 seconds.” Tony mumbled, moving his hand up from his side to show the stopwatch in his grip. You blinked in surprise, a smile slowly forming across your face as you squinted at the time that read ‘27 seconds.’

You walked to Peter’s side, a hand slowly moving across his arm and bicep. He didn’t flinch as he would, and you gave his shoulder a hard squeeze which made him chuckle in astonishment. He wasn’t in pain, he was completely healed.

“Peter.” You whispered, and that’s all you could say before you were both grabbing one another into a tight embrace. His hands wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck. You squeezed as hard as you could, burying yourself into his shoulder and letting out a cry of happiness. It worked, and it wasn’t just a small cut that was healed but something that would’ve taken another day or so for his own cells to heal.

You made this.

“How ya’ feeling Parker?” Tony asked, making you and him pull away from each other a little too fast. You saw a blush tainted across Peter’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help the smallest smirk that snuck itself onto your face.

“I feel…amazing.” Peter answered breathlessly, rolling his shoulders and rocking on the balls of his feet. It seemed his energy was back in full swing too. Everything was working out perfectly, too perfect for you to believe. You must be dreaming.

“Alright, well we’re going to do a few more tests on you to make sure that everything is as good as you say before we let you go.” Tony grabbed things from the counter, and you shook yourself out of your daze to gather monitors to settle across Peter’s suit that camouflage enough for them not to be noticeable while he’s out in public.

Peter just stood there silently, watching curiously as you and your father worked fast but diligently around him. It didn’t take long before you and Tony stepped back from his form to smile his way. Everything was complete, and now it was time to bring the suit out across New York State. The world will see it, hopefully soon.

People will notice the new suit too. But not what’s hidden in the stitches, and it makes your heartbeat quicken the smallest bit at the thoughts of what could happen when they find it. They will, at some point, you know this for a fact. Peter’s battles have been on the news a lot ever since Endgame and the blip. People were excited to see the hero back in action, especially as someone deemed the future of the Avengers.

You can imagine it now, the tv playing a scene where Peter gets shot at, just to see him walk off bullets that rain towards his chest. People will be astonished, angry, confused, and probably every other emotion in the human dictionary. And all these emotions will get thrown onto yours, Peter’s, and Tony’s shoulders.

It’ll be huge, questions will be asked about how you created something that was deemed impossible. There will be urges to transform this into DNA for the public, to cure diseases and normal sicknesses and wounds. You’ll have to write speeches, escorted by bodyguards everywhere until the media storm fizzles out.

That’s pretty much all the warnings Tony gave you when you talked to him after dinner the day when he suddenly changed his mind. He hit you with every nightmare you’ve already dreamt of and prepared for yourself, and all he could do was huff with the most amusing smile across his face as he said you were ‘definitely my daughter.’

You were scared, terrified actually. But you weren’t going to be silenced any longer, your talent was going to be used to change the future.

–

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this christmas ❃ jackson wang

genre: christmas fluff!

word count: 2196

pairing: reader x jackson wang

description: every hallmark of your relationship happened on christmas. what happens when he has to leave?

(suggestion: read with THIS CHRISTMAS by OH WONDER playing --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0TT3GTguB8)

You weren’t sure if it was the snow, the cold, or the memories that sent goosebumps down your body. You had a mug of hot chocolate in your hand,– a tradition you never gave up on,– as you look through the window, watching the people run to take shelter, and the cars carefully speed through the street. It was your favorite time of the year, and yet, it wasn’t the same.

This was your firs Christmas alone in three years, and you felt as lonely as one could. Your friends offered to come over, but you rather be alone, if not with him. Your parents offer too, but they never really liked Christmas much. Then there are your neighbors, your boss, the bartender that hits on you at the coffee shop, even your old college roommate reaches out and invites you out for a Christmas celebration; they all offer you company, and that just it, isn’t it? You don’t want an offer; you don’t want a half meant invitation to hang out, because you want to be with someone that wants to be with you, too. 

You sigh, tiredly rubbing your sore shoulder, and your eyes follow a couple walking down the street, and you are sure you can hear them humming a familiar song– one that you also used to hum. 

“Wake up, love,”

“No,” You groan, turning to face him and hide your face on his chest. “Five more minutes.”

“It’s never just five minutes with you,” He says and you can practically hear his smile. Suddenly you gasp, feeling his ice cold hands on your back, under your shirt. “Come on, Y/N, get up, my love.”

“Jackson,” You whine, moving away from his hands. “Noooo.”

“Yeeees,” He says and grabs your waist, bringing you closer to his body again.

“I’ll get up, I’ll get up,” You laugh, a bit more awake.

“Finally,” He mumbles, eyes locked on your face as you faced him. He was smiling a wide smile you loved very much– one he reserved just for you, in mornings like this.

“…only if you sing to me,” You say, grinning wide and laying back on his chest. Your arms go around his frame and you hold on tight– you never know when he has to leave again.

“Any special requests?”

“You know the one,” You mumble.

And he really did. His voice was like raw honey in the morning, and you allowed it to overflow onto your body, warming you down to your toes. You remember falling asleep as you hummed to the song. 

Funny how things work. You two always promised to spend Christmas together, for not only was your favorite time of the year, but it was how you two met, after all.

“Y/N,” Your friend whined. “Please come with me.”

“Why would I want to go to a corporate party during Christmas?” You ask her, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of not knowing anyone there. “I don’t even work with you!”

“You’ll be my plus one,” She says, rolling her eyes. “And you say ‘corporate’ as if it’s a bad thing-“

“It is a bad thing!” Your shriek, laughing incredulously. 

“I work for an entertainment agency,” She defends. “Think of all the hot idols, and the good food, and the expensive drinks.”

She did have a point.

In the end, you go– bot for the hot idols, or the good food, or the expensive drink; but for your friend. She is not really a fan of the season, and just to see her happy and wanting to celebrate made you happy and wanting to celebrate. More.

It’s almost midnight when you notice him, and of course you know who he is. Jackson Wang. But you don’t really focus on that, instead choosing to laugh at his choice of attire; similar to you, Jackson chose the ugliest Christmas sweater he could find, and like that he went to the party. Maybe it was because you were too loud, but he looks at you, and his eyes instantly light up.

“Oh!” He shouts, and pulls his friend towards you. “Look Jinyoung, look! She’s also wearing an ugly sweater.”

Trying to make up for the lack of manners of his friend, Jinyoung smiles and introduces them both. Soon, he leaves the talk, but you didn’t notice at the moment. It is only when Jackson tells you that story again during your first date that you remember Jinyoung was even there. 

You see a yellow taxi zooming through the street and you can’t fight a smile blooming. You wonder who is trying to get home; and you wonder if they have anyone waiting for them, just like you were– sitting on a chair, looking out the window, with a, now, lukewarm mug of hot chocolate. 

“You’ll wait for me, won’t you?” Jackson asks for the up tenth time, butting his lips in nervousness before looking at the boarding gate.

“Hey,” You call softly, squishing his cheeks in the enduring way you know he hates. “I’ll always be waiting for you to come back, yeah?”

“What if that changes?” He mumbles, and your heart hurts when you see tears in his eyes. “I mean, it must be a fucking pain in the ass, always having to wait for your boyfriend to come home from tour… months apart and all.”

“It is a pain in the ass,” You shrug, kissing his pouty lips. “But is my pain in the ass. And please refrain from making jokes right now.”

He chuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Wang,” You say lightly tapping his butt, and ignoring the shutter of the cameras around you. It’s a talent, really, the way you could just pretend they weren’t there. “Now go break some hearts.”

“That’s not what we do!” He whines, allowing Jaebeom to pull him away from you. 

Just as you are about to turn around, you hear him scream your name, running towards you, and you brace yourself. One last kiss, you think, and there it is. His mouth on yours, moving, pleading.

Wait for me, it says. 

Always. 

You chuckle, remembering the amount of tabloid links you received the next day. Your friends always make fun of you for being on gossip magazines, but you would shrug and say that it is a small price to pay for a Jackson Wang. Even when you are pissed at him; when you want to slap some sense into him– it’s still a very small price to pay. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jackson?” You shout, marching inside your shared apartment. 

He sighs. “Please lower your voice, I-“

“Don’t,” You sneer, and he knows better than not listening to you. “You promised me.”

Fights with you two were always like that; you losing it and him trying to be composed. He hated seeing you upset, really, but he knew there was no avoiding it. No relationship would survive without a few fights here and there. 

“It’s not like I have a choice!” He defends himself. “It’s not like I looked at JYP and said, ‘hey, please book our last show on Christmas night!’”

“But did you even contest it?” You ask, trying to calm down. “Did you even try?”

“I-“ He chokes on his words. “I don’t know what you expect from me, Y/N… it’s my job.”

“Yeah,” You say, holding back sob. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Babe…” He sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” You say, and turn around, mindlessly walking to kitchen. “Go pack. You leave tomorrow.”

“Y/N,” He pleads. “Please. I don’t wanna leave you for three months with this in between us.”

“It’s fine, really,” You say, defeated. “I was overreacting. It’s just Christmas. It doesn’t really matter.”

And he didn’t know what hurt the most; hearing you say that, or finding you sleeping in the couch in the middle of the night. 

Truth is, you regretted that night. Yes, Christmas is important for you– always was, always will be. When you were little you would always build the tree by yourself, and put the present under them so that you could wake up to a ‘surprise.’ You always loved the idea of Santa Claus, still do, because at least that showed you that there was still something good. 

You met Jackson when you were going through a rough patch; you had been fired, and for a while, you couldn’t look forward to anything besides Christmas, so meeting him on that fateful day could’ve only been the universe saying ‘here you go, something worth looking forward to.’ And he knew; he knew about all of it and that is why he only officially asked you to move in with him a year later, on Christmas day. It turned into an unsaid thing in between you two; important things would always be announced on Christmas. So the fact that he isn’t there with you on Christmas Day shattered you, but you knew there is nothing he could do. It was his job, after all; but you’ll be damned if you say you wouldn’t give anything to have him there, sitting with you on his lap, drinking hot chocolate and listening to Christmas songs. 

You’d give all the snow and sleigh bells to hear him whisper in your ear how much he loved you; all the cold and mistletoes, just to have his arms around you. You’d give anything. 

With a sigh, you start waking up your body; your first move your arms, and then you untuck your legs from underneath your body. You’ve been sitting there since the morning, and when you try to call Jackson, the fight just another looming insecurity over your head, he didn’t pick up; so you’ve been waiting for him to call you back ever since. You know his last show of the tour is tonight, but it’s had been over for hours, now, and still nothing from your boyfriend. Even his members called you…

Just as you are about to stand up and take your empty mug– and the filled one, standing on the window sill– to the sink, you notice another cab, slowing down as it comes down your street. You chuckle, but it dies as soon s the cab stops in front of your building. 

No, you think. A lot of people live here. Don’t be an idiot, Y/N, he comes back in two days-

But your line of thought is cut off upon noticing a strangely familiar mess of limbs and hair and jean jacket exciting the car in a hurry. 

“No way,” You mumble, squinting out the window still. “No way, no way no way-“

“Way.”

You turn around so fast that the armchair even tips a little bit backwards, making you squeal as he runs to you. When he embraces you, you are already sobbing. You can’t believe he did this.

“I tried,” He mumbles softly in your hair, squeezing you to his chest. “I really did, but this is the best I could do. I’m sorry Christmas is almost over, love.”

“You’re here,” You breath in his scent, hands wondering over his arms, and shoulders, and finally grabbing his face. “You’re really here, on Christmas.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, mouth kissing you quickly. “Not the whole day but-“

“Fuck that,” You kiss him again; slowly this time. All of your frustrations, all of your hope and sadness, everything suddenly dissipates as soon as he pulls you closer. “You’re here, Jackson. I love you.”

And at that he pulls away, with an animated ‘ha!’ And runs to his backpack discarded by the door. 

“Turn around.” 

“Why?” You ask.

“Because I’m asking nicely,” He laughs, and tells you again. “Turn around.”

You roll your eyes and do as he says. You are back to your original position, sitting on the armchair, looking out the window; and then he says it again.

“Alright,” He chuckles and is that nervousness that you hear? “Turn around again.”

“Jackson, what the-“

You choke on whatever else you were going to say. In front of you is him, the love of your life, on one knee, holding a ring. You are still on the armchair, hiding behind the backrest, crying silently. 

“I’m here, love,” He says, and there it is, the nervousness you hear before. “I’m here, and I don’t want to leave again and even though I will have to, I want you to come with me. Always.”

“Jackson,” You breath out, smiling behind your shaking hands. “You know what I’m asking,” He says. “So get up and come here.”

You have to crawl to him because your legs don’t work. 

“We still have,” He looks at his watch. “One hour of Christmas. So marry me, Y/N. Let me spend every single Christmas with you. Fuck it, let’s get married on Christmas!”

“Yes,” You mumble and his eyes go wide, as if he didn’t expect you to say yes. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I’ll marry you. I love you.”

One kiss and fist bump later, Christmas really begins; with the man you love in your arms, and promises of Christmases to come. 

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jackson is the softest member of got7, i swear 😭 what did you think? let me know! :P