#some of the cutest shit ive ever made

[rosiehrs]

TWO STEPS BEHIND ✧ sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ in which sophia laforteza, praised for her all-round skills and leadership, is tasked with guiding the new trainee to catch up with the others. but as y/n l/n struggles to keep up, sophia can't help but see the girl as a burden holding her back from her own success – and with each misstep, her resentment grows.

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, set before dream academy, wlw, enemies to lovers (?), angst, crack, fluff, one-sided hate, sophia is a perfectionist, yn likes messing around

WARNINGS ⤻ strong language, dark jokes, suggestive themes, will add more!

FEATURING ⤻ katseye, trainees from dream academy (mainly marquise, emily and adéla), staff from popstar academy, keeho (p1harmony), le sserafim, more to come!

STATUS ⤻ planning NOTES – this will be very out of character for some idols in this smau, but it's fiction! please remember that! this is also based off of their time on dream academy and i switched some things around, so it's not accurate. i also mention manon's behaviour in the show, so plz do not hurt me bcs its all for shits and giggles and i <3 manon. enjoy! also this is the weirdest header ive made i APOLOGISE, i js got excited.

divider by @ anitalenia

PROFILES # rizing stars | gng4lyf CHAPTERS

01. jet lagged

02. soul healing

03. assigned

04. daily reminder

05. miracle worker

06. first eval

07. take over

08. smoke grass

9. they might sell

10. make out

11. moving out

12. moving in

13. cutest girl ever

14. no defense

15. kang hyewon

TAGLIST CLOSED! @ssamlovr @sunshinez4 @fruityg0rl @meganskiendielsbtc @falling-intoo-deep @arihiu @nyssalvr @1luvkarina @ssryv @vrtualstar @hazel-tanthamore22 @lafortezalover @yeetaberry127 @leeseulss @saysirhc @gtfoiydlyj @bbanghanni @c-yerim @chaesitonmyface @en-chantedtomeetyou @jellaaa @artrizzler19 @soobnotfound @yukianism @perfectsunlight @meizinisnumberone @linnnsworld @thepurin @goofymickeyr @kristalag @cassiespoiler @blushmimi @meiphobic @taikabui @cceanvvaves

[enihk-writes]

HEIIIII!

ive been reading your Chung Myung posts likee 3 times altready! Soo i was thinking, if you could pleasee plss do an Chung Myung x reader where he gets hurt (mabye on the latest fight?) on one of hes fights so reader stubornly treats hes wounds, in wich they constantly bicker each other?

[mr hard-to-love]

pairing: chung myung x gn!reader

summary: one would think that in times like this he would be humbled and quiet, but of course he wasn't. when was he ever humble and quiet?

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they had hoped that this close call would've taught this reckless boy a thing or two about the human limits but then again, this was chung myung — not some run-of-the-mill kind of boy whose head was too big with thier own ego. chung myung had both the ego and the skill. the worst kind of combination one could have, in their opinion.

they couldn't help but let out a sigh as they carefully peel off the blood-soaked bandages and threw them into a bucket next to the bed.

i really hope you'll be more careful.

i am though?

wow. what a way to piss someone off. they feel their face contort into a grimace, shooting him a disapproving glance before getting back to treating his wounds.

they weren't that slick, and chung myung certainly caught that look they gave him. his heart stirred — irritated, he clicked his tongue and huffed as he turned his face away from them.

how childish...

they mutter under their breath, twisting the medicinal cloth ball into his injuries, earning a little jolt from him in response.

you're the one who's childi- ow! you!

he retorted, or well, tried to. he just couldn't understand how someone physically weaker than him could inflict such stinging pains.

actually...

hey who the hell sent you to treat me anyways?

their hands stopped midair, and they raise an eyebrow at his question. really? their expression seemed to ask incredulously.

you think any of the other four want to deal with your shit right now?

well they should, i am mout hua's cutest junior brother.

cute my foot.

he gasped, feigning hurt from their sarcastic reply. how could they do this to him? wasn't he their partner? oh they must not love him anymore...

oh for heaven's sake, quit whining like i just kicked you when your down.

but you did-

oh yeah, cus' you are sooooo easy to love... ugh.

they wrap the fresh bandages around him securely, pulling at the cloth to tighten it's hold. when they were finally satisfied with their handiwork, they smile and slapped his arm reassuringly.

alright, now that that's done, im going to have to empty this bucket.

as they got up to leave, they feel a tug from behind that made them tumble backwards into his arms.

can't you stay here for a bit longer?

no way, i got things to do.

aw... but i got injured, i'm hurt from a fight and i need my lover to kiss me better...

they look at him, horrified at his uncharacteristic behaviour. maybe the side effects of the poison were worse than they'd previously thought.

just before chung myung started to whine again, the door slid open — instinctively he shoved them down the bed and rolled over to face the wall.

baek cheon walked in, his face pulled into a pained look. he had only heard the loud thud of their bottom hitting the floorboards, ouch.

you good? i can't believe he'd push you off like that...

the senior brother helped them back to their feet, and after making sure they were fine, checked on his troublesome junior brother too.

well at least this one seems to be doing better.

oh he'd better.

they let out a dry laugh at their own comment, motioning at baek cheon to leave as well.

chung myung sighed and finally rolled back over when he heard the door click shut. and just as he was about to relax, the door slid open again —

i forgot to take the bucket, oops.

they scurried over to pick it up and just as they got back up, they bend over to place a quick peck on his forehead.

the now flustered chung myung was rendered utterly speechless.

you... you...

they grin mischievously.

i'll be back again tonight. don't miss me too much now.

chung myung could only watch as they skipped away, not knowing how red his whole face had become.

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Random gothamite: SO last week right?

It's hotter than a witches tits in latex- so I made some homemade Popsicles that you can also feed to pets.

I also had my windows and doors open- yea I know that's dangerous in gotham but it's hot asf and who's causing major world ending crime in this heat? I also have my gun, duh

But anywho- I'm sitting on my balcony with me dog and cat (giggles and shitter) and the tiny stabby robin drops down from who knows where-

Now I've encountered this robin before when I was kidnapped (long story) I also know from social media that this robin loves animals

And so he's standing there a bit awkwardly

So I ask if he wants to pet my pets

He gives a lil nod- then I ask if he wants a Popsicle cuz this poor baby look like he's bout to melt into a puddle

After a pause he nods (it's the most adorable unsure nod ever and it gave me big whiplash after watching him pummel the those kidnappers) so I go back inside and give him a Popsicle and he eventually starts eating it while petting both animals who squeezed into his lap

And I'm like "omfg this is the cutest shit I've seen all week" and of course I snap a pic of it (perfect lighting and all) I posted it to the "cute sword robin moments" tag on Twitter (you have to look under that tag it's the equivalent of funny n cute cat memes)

But after that whole ordeal (he finishes his Popsicle and leaves abruptly) it's like a few days later and I'm stuck in between a fight against a group of thugs and THE FUCKING BATMAN

I don't even know how I got there I was just walking from getting off of work (my car got exploded, long story)

And so I'm just standing there watching it go down (no I'm not scared- this is a weekly occurrence, after the first few times of watching a fight it just becomes a nuisance

But after he has these guys all tied up and knocked tf out seeing the bat got me thinking bout the Robin's and then I'm like "wait? Would the bat like to see the picture??"

So before he grapples away (also, rude?? I just had to sit and watch your ass fight and block my only path, and then your just gonna leave??) And I just yell "hey I got a cute pic of the small robin if you wanna see it!!" Tell me why he drops down so fast and is immediately standing infront of me?!? Lowkey had me backing up a bit

But I pull out my phone and show him the pic

I'm being so dead ass when I tell you I heard him CHUCKLE!! THE FUCKING BATMAN CHUCKLED?!

He also got me to airdrop the picture to him and keep my mouth shut about the interaction (yes I'm telling you the whole story- but the bat is kinda like a weird quiet uncle who looks threatening but when your around him more he starts to become the uncle that you can roast the shit out off and he'll just awkwardly laugh- I know cuz ive cussed him out once and he went and brood in a fucking corner?? What I'm tryna say is- he won't do shit to me cuz im a gothamite 🤷🏽‍♂️)

Anyway- but yea? Crazy experience.

Only in gotham lmao

[heartcereql]

𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀

☆ neteyam sully x reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- the four times neteyam knew he was head over heels and the one time he confessed it. 

𝐂𝐖- tooth rotting fluff, sappiest shit ever, kinda corny if u squint but they’re so parents, none overall. 

𝐀/𝐍 - oh no what’s happening to me i’m actually active?????!!!  also i had a bit of trouble posting this one so lmk if there are any mistakes x

I.

the skies were in peaceful and unbothered calm. warm breeze caressed neteyam’s skin as he made his way through the forest, to the pond. to you. birds chirming in the background; it all confered the setting an idyllic ambience.

it didn’t take him long to finally reach the hypnotising, crystal-like waters of the pond. and there you stood, surrounded by sun rays and beautifully decorated branches. every thought he carried seemed to dissolve, as it always did.

watching you get undressed of your ornaments, only to dive into the water moments later, he realised that, with you, he was able to live in the moment. other worries ceased importance when you leaned in for a big kiss, wrapping his favourite perfume, your own, around him. you were enhacing in all ways possible. 

he walked away from the hiding of branches, his figure becoming visible to you.

your face light up with his sight, a truthful and ebullient smile, calling out his name.

II.

he knew you were around his pod; however, he did not expect the scene he’d encounter as he approached his home. 

you were sat on the ground, knees bent. tuktirey, his youngest sister, was sitting in the same position before you. besides the two of you laid a collection of wildflowers, jewels and beads. some of those he had previously seen on you. your hands were occupied combing tuk’s hair, tangling flowers into her braids and adorning some other braids with beads. while you ornamented her hair, you were entertaining tuk with stories, which went from tales to some of your experiences. 

your face was relaxed, the softest of smiles settling on your lips, eyes looking at the younger na’vi with kindness. tuk’s smile was way wider, due to the constant laughter. truth be told, she admired you and loved spending time in your presence. 

“and there you go!” you finally exclaimed, accomodating the last details. 

tuk turned her body to you, excitement washing all over her. 

“you look so pretty” you smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

she returned the smile, giving you a big hug. “ ‘m gonna go show mama!” she grinned before sprinting to find neytiri. 

once she was gone, neteyam approached you. 

“hey” you stood up to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. “your sister is the absolute cutest”

“she is. you know, you didn’t have to do this. you could’ve just, i don’t know, done something else. something fun” he said.

“this is my idea of fun” you shrugged, smile never abandoning your lips. 

“and i adore you for that”

III.

his chin rested on your shoulder, embracing you with his arms from behind. one of his hands was laced with yours, caressing the back of your hand. 

your eyes were locked with his in the reflection that the abandoned ship shot back. a lovesick smile adorning your and his features. 

“i love us” 

the words slipped off your mouth so casually they surprised neteyam. but he wasn’t complaining. he was eager to hear more, to listen to the mellifluous sound of your voice. 

“what?” he asked in pure and bening confusion.

“i love us. i love you and me together” you elaborated, turning to face him. “i love how we fit each other.”

he tuck a loose strand of hair behing your ear. but his touch still lingered against your cheek. 

“heaven is truly a place on pandora with you, y/n” he softly said. “better than i ever even knew”

you planted a kiss to his cheek before dozing off into the forest again, motioning for him to follow. 

IV.

you couldn’t really recall how it had started. it didn’t really matter, though. the point was you both were laughing. laughing so wholeheartedly much. your laughs laced together melodically, although you were almost out of breath.

your cheeks hurt from all the grinning. your tummy hurt, too, that’s how hard and pure the laugh was. you couldn’t even open your eyes. 

“i-” you broke into laughter again. “i can’t stop!”

you threw you head back, resting it against his shoulder. but it didn’t last long, for he was laughing so much. the whole scene only made you laugh even harder. 

that same day, later on, you’d realise you could have stayed in that moment forever. worries dissolved, no tasks to fulfill, just him and you, enjoying such a mundane yet satisfying activity as laughing, living in your very own bubble. 

as for neteyam, well, he was a goner as soon as he heard you giggle. it sounded so- addicting? yes, perhaps that was the word. the only thing he was sure about was that he never wanted to stop hearing you laugh. 

V.

“y/n!”

you turned to greet him with a warming smile, one that never seemed to leave your face whenever he was around. 

“listen, i’ve ... i’ve been meaning to tell you something” he started, face suddenly flushed. 

you immeadiatly frowned. confused and, yes, slightly afraid. those words didn’t usually announce good news. 

“is everything okay?” you asked carefully. 

“yeah, totally” he flashed you a smile, before avoiding your gaze once again. “it’s just i’ve been feeling different lately. i, well i don’t know how to word it, but, the world suddenly was more beautiful. life’s been refreshing. i felt like doing really��pointless things, but doing them made me happy. and i found someone to do them with. i found someone who sees me. i found someone worth living this world with and for.”

your heart swelled with happiness. you didn’t consider yourself to be able to elaborate a worthy response. there was a glint in your eyes that made you even more ethereal now. 

“well that might have been the most beautiful thing i’ve heard in my entire existance” you cracked a smile. “you truly are one of a kind”

he stepped closer to you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i can’t promise you forever, y/n. but i can promise you now, and everything i am”

you allowed yourself to avert your eyes to his lips for a fraction of second, before darting your orbs back at his. you couldn’t ask for more.

“you make my life better for just being in it.” you finally said, voice quiet. “and i can’t promise you forever either, because forever wouldn’t be enough”

he gifted you a smile, one you had grown to adore, to need even. 

“kiss me” you whispered, not able to hold in your yearning anymore. 

“all for you”

and then his lips were on yours, not for the first time, certainly not for the last time, but fervently, exploring in a way they had never before, saying unspoken words that translated that feeling you wanted the other so desperately to know but were afraid speaking wouldn’t be enough. feelings that would accompany you forever.

© heartcereql, 2023 || thank you for reading ! 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

[en-djinn]

Might b on my main but we're just going to pretend im not if thats the case 💔 but what have been your favorite comic runs so far of the ones you've read and why? I've seen bits and pieces here and there on your blog but if you had additional thoughts on them I'd love to listen :]

uhmmmmmmmmmm lets seee..... interesting question ty for asking... thinking emoji... i should list what ive actually read too.

THIS ENDED UP LONGER THAN I THOUGHT LMFAO HERES A READMORE

ive read every issue of warlock, every issue of gotg v1 and v2, the gotg xmen crossover thing with kitty pryde, infinity gauntlet, infinity war 1992, all of the strange tales stuff w warlock, the conquest annihilation and thanos imperative stuff, the annihilation thing with wraith, annihilation earthfall, one run of star lord... i dont even remember which one it was cz im intending to go thru all those again later when im done w warlock stuff anyway cz i wanna reread all the gotg stuff, thanos 2019, thanos the infinity revelation (still need to finish that entire bunch of comics), and gotg v5. i skipped ahead for that one coz i saw little magus and was going to fucking EXPLODE if i didnt see it immediately. which btw gotg v5 is by far my least fav thing ive read, i hated it except for the magus stuff which was actually what id been wanting them to do in my own ramblings @ someone who is willing to listen to me word vomit without knowing what tf im talking abt. so i think they did magus super super good and exactly how i wanted bt i literally hated everything else abt it LOL the dialogue is so.... eugh. but hey wraith was there and they drew him hot. ANYWAY. i wasnt a huge fan of the xmen crossover thing either but it did give me the cutest panel of peter ever so whatevs. (im currently in the middle of warlock and the infinity watch) also good god actually maybe it kind of is like i read a lot. i literally only started reading comics like a month ago so um. oops? im unemployed if u cant tell. i also mightve missed some stuff i dont remember

anyway. when i list it like that it feels like i havent read a lot bt then i look over to my physical copy of the warlock omnibus and its like. u could kill someone with that thing. deceptively long. anyway my fav is definitely either thanos infinity revelation or the original magus saga but like legitimately when i start metaphorically sucking off jim starlin im being so for real about it. the way he writes adam is Captivating and i adoreeeeeeeeeeeeee his art i wish he did more stuff for adam, tho u can definitely feel some of his aesthetics coming thru esp w the thanos infinity revelation stuff. it felt like that artist took all the stuff i love abt starlin's magus saga art and channelled it completely, i fell in LOVE with these pages and i fucking wish i could get this as a huge poster for my room

this is absolute peak art to me. i ADORE topsy turvy colourful wonderland style stuff with every wretched piece of my black heart. to wax poetic about it. when i start drawing weird shit this and starlin's own stuff is EXACTLY what i want to do. these comics have inspired me so much w my own art. bt anyway starlin just writes adam so specifically and with such care and while i love gotg v2 it just has nothing on the way hes written in starlin's stuff. i had no idea comics could have this level of depth cz i admit i was one of those ppl who always looked down on comic fans. im a changed creature. HIGHLY recommend reading these if anyone reading this long ramble is a fan of adam. but of course the magus saga is LITERAL required reading so i shouldnt have to say it abt that.

god me realising im gonna have to readmore this too LOL

anyway MR STARLIN! PERMISSION TO KEEP SUCKING YOU OFF SIR!

THESE ARE ALL! GORGEOUS! GORGEOUS GORGEOUS COMPOSITIONS. WONDERFUL COLOURS AMAZING SHAPES LOVE EVERY PART OF IT SOOOO MUCH. i am talking a lot abt the art bt i am. an artist. meagre tho i may be since i rarely push myself and ive never truly made an effort. bt seeing this kind of stuff gives me motivation for like 5 minutes before i give up again and thats more than most of the things in my life do. unsurprisingly, american mcgees alice is another big one for me there. bt thats neither here nor there. anyway i think the art and weird abstract compositions are VITAL to the storytelling and it would be much lesser a story without them, coz its a literal reflection of adams own mind and goddddd its so fun. so yeah. its likeeee.... sry im a massive gamer so this is just the best way i can think of to explain it. its like how gameplay is supposed to reflect the story and the world of the game u are playing, these things are supposed to be in synergy. and when they ARE it feels soooooooooo so so good and Right. its not abt stuff feeling realistic or looking correct its about the Feeling of it. the fantasy of it. the art matches the writing perfectly in the magus saga and its elevates it so much. its what makes adam an irresistible character to me, warlock and magus both.

i honestly wish we'd seen starlin write smth gotg... unless he did and i just dont know cz im still learning abt this stuff but i dont think he did? but likeee... aughhh... his adam with some version of his own peter... id love to see it. again, i rly did like gotg v2 and the designs from it are BY FAR my favs coz i adore that brand of edgy design style and ik that artist did wraith too and <33333333333 but in terms of writing? it couldve been more. bt i also do appreciate that theres a lot of guardians and u have to juggle and do justice to them all, adam cant be the main character ALL the time. even tho hes um. kind of the literal cosmic main character. bt anyway. yea

[lilislegacy]

Hello!

I have some small and random headcannons that are not really big enough to justify a big ol' post about so I'm just dropping them in your ask box lol

-Jason is red/green color blind like a dog or wolf

- Annabeth has a little dolphin plushie that percy insisted that she get while they were at an aquarium to "heal her inner child"

- I know this is kinda already said because Piper's eyecolor is ambiguous, but what if she has spectral heterochromia. Like different colors in the same iris

- Leo knows all the words to all the songs in highschool musical (just seems like something he'd know lol)

- Annabeth wears noise canceling headphones a lot of the time because she's really sensitive to sound

- Rachel will give people like random things. "Here I found this rock and it reminded me of you" "have this cool leaf!!" Stuff like that

- Hazel and Nico are both short because it makes them closer to the underworld

Just some random thoughts lol enjoy!

thanks for the ask @invadericee!!

omg i love these

the jason color blind one is an interesting thought. follow up question: why would that be? is it related to him living with the wolves?

percy making annabeth buy a little stuffed dolphin, or buying it for her, is the cutest thing ever. and knowing percy he’d probably buy something for himself too lol (we shall never forget the fallen panda pillow 🪦💔). and you know every time she looks at it she’s gonna think of him (she’d totally sleep with it and snuggle it when he’s not there)

yeah piper’s eyes are said to look like kaleidoscopes. super cool and pretty!

leo and the high school musical soundtrack LOL. he would 😂

idk about annabeth being sensitive to loud noises, given her life is constantly filled with battles and giants and explosions and well… mass chaos. but i can totally see her wearing noise canceling headphones while she studies. she says in MoA that she needs her study space to be plain and non-distracting, so it makes total sense that she would need silence too (especially if percy is studying next to her and tapping his foot and pencil drumming lol)

rachel is TOTALLY the type of person to do that. she’s the friend who gives you the most random shit for your birthday. like she’ll give you dirty rocks with some special meanings that you don’t get 😂

bestie… the hazel and nico one is so out of pocket, and it made me cackle. that’s the funniest hc ive ever seen. i do picture them both being short, and this is the best explanation i’ve ever heard. leo or percy would totally say this. i love this 😂😂

thank you for your wonderful thoughts! i always enjoy them!!

[dumbcrustyassbitch]

mean girls west end — 11/02/2025

★“who knows what i will do tomorrow !!”★

damn. okay. so it happened.

wow okay um. so. where do i start question mark question mark ???!!!!

FIRST OF ALL the changes were so good ???!!! like i was really anxious about some of them but they were perfect !!!! west end stupid with love save me. west end it roars save me. IM BLOWING UP SAVE ME. i love they way they made it follow the 2024 movie !!!! like for a show i haven't seen before i was able to recite a lot of the dialogue because of the movie !!!! and the stuff that i was hoping would be kept from the broadway were still in it !!!! like. christ. sosoososososo good🥹

GEORGINA CASTLE CAN STEP ON ME. THERE. I SAID IT. holy fuck i was being so gay at stage door: “OH MY GOD YOUR WORLD BURN OPT UP WAS THE BEST THING IVE EVER HEARD ALSO YOU'RE REALLY GORGEOUS AND I LOVE YOUR REGINA— oh yeah, can you sign my programme please ???”

grace mouat and elèna gyasi were perfect as gretchen and karen !!!! the cutest !!!! their dynamic was perfectttt !!!! kind of sad they took out karen's “i like cady😀 she's nice to me😀😀😀” but it's okay because they kept the dog ankles line >:3

CHARLIE BURNNNN IS SO CUTE. like omllll the prefect cady ???? her voice is angelic !!!!! the whole “sex—SIX” part was so perfectly delivered !!!!! AND IM SO HAPPY THEY KEPT “oh shuck. i meant to say shit then started to say fu—”

ellie and tom as janis and damian !!!! again, perfect pairing !!! sosoososososo silly !!!!! TOM WAS HILARIOUS !!!!! ellie's id rather be me ATE and she was the sweetest at stage door🥹🥹 she complimented my earrings and i started yapping and just said “i just love mean girls so much” and she was like “me too not gonna lie” and it was so silly :33

dan bravo. a man ??? /silly :P he was really good tho !!! we also had a cover for kevin and he was soooo silly !!!! depressing lack of kevin g rap tho ???? like HELLO ???? i was very upset :(

i mean fuck me dude. that was incredible. cast recording when ???? i cried so much on the tube back to my hotel :(( i also spent £84 on merch so my bank account will not be happy but we ball !!!!

so this is getting added to my mean girls personality now you're so welcome :3 /silly !!!!

a million out of ten i can't even.

[wavypotatochips]

hi beauty!!!

im just sooooo in love with your writing and i just came from self care day with neymar and that was so..... cUtE ?

welll there's a scenario that was goin' on my mind....

neymar x female reader where the reader is member of the football team and she and neymar are just the stars of it. they're just like drunk stupid besties that always go around pranking their teammates, dancing in the middle of the match when they score a goal, filming the stupidest tiktoks u could ever see and singing Brazilian songs together at the changing room.

well... after a while neymars feelings about y/n change a lil when he starts acting like a clingy jealous baby when the other teammates are touchy with her for example...i mean, he's having a crush...a crush on his CRAZY bestie.

( ney : why was he hugging you?

y/n : dude, we just scored a goal as a team so-

ney : HE COULD BE LESS TOUCHY!

y/n : r u jealous....?

ney : mE? jEaLoUs? nope. im just overprotective as your very wIsE best friend.

y/n : well im not that sure its like tha-

ney : shut up and pass me the ball! )

annnnnd when he finally tells her about his feelings ( in his very own silly crazy way ) and knows that she feels the same and they're the cutest, clingiest and craziest couple at the football world!

tadaaaaaa!

lol ive been talkin shit a lot so if u like it i'd be happy 2 read it ~=\\\\=~

thx a lot, beauty!

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 2271

Authors Note : Hi bbs! Long time no see, lol. Your girl is offically back and graduated college!! Missed you guys :) and what better way to come back with some Neymar jr fluff?

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are open ♥

There’s a certain magic to being on the pitch — that electricity under your cleats when the crowd roars, that charged silence before a penalty kick, that unspoken language between you and your teammates.

And then there’s you and Neymar — which is a whole different language entirely.

From the very beginning, you and Neymar were firecrackers. Not the kind that light up the sky in a brief burst — no, the kind that blow up mailboxes and send coaches into early retirement.

The first day of co-ed practice with the Brazilian national team, you nutmegged him. Clean. Sleek. With just the right amount of flair to get the whole team whistling. He chased you down the length of the pitch, screaming something about betrayal, marriage, and “no one told me we were playing with demons.”

You gave him a cheeky wink and never looked back.

That was the beginning.

Now, two years later, you’re both starters. Both adored. Both stars. But above all that — best friends. The kind of best friends that made coaches groan and media interns beg for more content.

You were the chaos duo. The prank champions. The ones who danced samba in the middle of warmups, lip-synced Brazilian pop songs in press conferences, and had an entire TikTok account with three million followers dedicated to nothing but the two of you being... idiots.

You weren’t just close. You were Velcro.

You shared boots when someone forgot theirs (usually him). You had a joint playlist called “Dribble and Die” that blasted through the locker room before every game. You pulled pranks on the team so intense that the equipment manager started locking the storage room specifically because of you two.

And yet — somehow — you never crossed that line.

Sure, he flirted. That was just Neymar being Neymar.

Sure, you flirted back. Because why not? It was harmless. Playful.

Right?

That’s what you told yourself, anyway. Until everything started to shift.

It was gradual, like the slow twist of a bottle cap right before the pressure pops.

It started when he stopped laughing as loud whenever you hugged someone else. When his smiles got tight. When his hand lingered just a little longer on your lower back. When his compliments lost their jokey tone and started sounding a little too sincere.

And then, one day, after a goal celebration — it hit you like a free kick to the ribs.

You’d scored.

Top left corner. No hesitation. Clean finish.

The crowd went wild. Your teammates swarmed you near the edge of the pitch, Neymar sprinting ahead of the rest like a madman.

He got to you first, throwing his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground in a spin. You were both laughing, high off the adrenaline, off the magic of it all.

Then Paulo, your midfielder and longtime partner-in-pranks, jogged over, cheering. He high-fived you, then pulled you into a hug, rough and warm like always.

And that’s when it happened.

Neymar's hand tightened on your waist. He stepped back, just slightly — enough to put space between you and Paulo.

His voice was light, but clipped. “Alright, lover boy. That’s enough touching.”

You blinked.

Paulo laughed, oblivious. “Jealous, Ney?”

“Pfft.” He rolled his eyes, too fast. “Me? No. I'm just saying — celebrate with your teammates.”

“I am,” Paulo said, brow raised.

“I mean ones you’re not practically groping.”

You smacked Neymar lightly on the chest. “Dude. Chill. It’s a goal hug.”

His eyes flicked to yours — dark, unreadable.

He shrugged, pretending to stretch. “Just saying. Some people could be... less handsy.”

You tilted your head. “Are you jealous?”

Neymar barked a laugh that sounded more like a bark than a laugh. “Me? Jealous? No. I’m just — I’m wise. And protective. Like a guard dog. A really handsome, athletic guard dog.”

You squinted. “So a chihuahua.”

“Shut up and pass me the ball.”

But you didn’t forget the way his voice dipped when he said it. Didn’t forget the weird clench in your chest when he got snappy about Paulo. Or how his smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore when you mentioned your dinner plans with teammates he didn’t like.

He was changing. And you... you weren’t sure how to feel about it.

You weren’t blind. Neymar was hot. Like, stupid hot. Tan skin, messy curls, tattoos you tried not to think about at night, and that grin — that grin that made half the stadium forget how to breathe.

But he was also your best friend.

The guy who once dared you to dye your eyebrows blonde (you did it), who let you cry on his shoulder after you missed that penalty against Argentina, who always stole your fries even when he swore he wasn’t hungry.

What if things got messy?

What if crossing that line ruined this?

Still, part of you couldn’t help noticing how your heartbeat stuttered every time he got too close. How his cologne made your head spin. How your body knew him in a way that made you wonder what it’d be like to really know him — skin to skin, soul to soul.

And maybe... maybe he was wondering the same.

~ A few days later ~

Neymar texts you just after 9:40 p.m.

Ney: u home? Ney: stadium. just us. come?

There’s no explanation. But he doesn’t need one. The two of you have had late-night kickarounds a dozen times before, sometimes with music playing off his phone, sometimes in complete silence. It's just one of those things — a ritual between chaos and calm.

Still, something feels different tonight.

Your fingers hover over your screen before you reply.

You: omw. u bringing the ball or am i?

Ney: i’m bringing my feelings. u bring the legs.

You snort, tug on a hoodie — his hoodie, the navy one with the thumb holes and faded badge from the old club training camp — and step into your sneakers like it’s muscle memory.

It doesn’t hit you until you’re walking: the air feels different tonight.

Warm, but not humid. There’s a breeze curling around the buildings, and the streets are quiet — the kind of quiet that makes your heartbeat feel louder than it should.

You spot him before he sees you.

He’s leaning against the goalpost in joggers and a white tee, his curls barely visible under the edge of his hoodie. He’s bouncing a ball lazily between his feet like he’s not really thinking about it. Like he’s waiting.

He always looks good under stadium lights. That glow that picks up on the golden undertones in his skin, the way the shadows fall just right along his jaw. It’s stupid, really — how even when he’s standing still, he feels like motion.

“Você está atrasada,” he says as you step onto the turf. (You’re late.)

“I’m wearing your hoodie. You can’t be mad at me.”

He grins, dimples and all, and flicks the ball toward you without looking. You trap it easily.

“You always wear it,” he says.

Your mouth twitches. “Do not.”

He shrugs. “Fica linda em você.” (It looks beautiful on you.)

You look away so he doesn’t see the way your face burns under that.

Instead, you pass the ball back.

And for a while, you just play.

No talking. No music. Just the soft tap of the ball, the shuffle of your feet, the occasional laugh when he gets too cocky and you steal it from under him.

But even in the silence, you feel it. The weight of something unspoken. Sitting heavy between every touch. Every glance.

Eventually, you let the ball roll to a stop.

He does too.

“Okay,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You didn’t drag me out here just to juggle.”

He shifts his weight, hands in his pockets. “Talvez eu só queria ver você.” (Maybe I just wanted to see you.)

You fold your arms. “You saw me at training six hours ago.”

“Different,” he says. “It’s always different when it’s just us.”

Your stomach tightens.

Neymar walks closer. Slow. Hesitant. The kind of careful that’s rare for him.

When he stops, he’s close enough for you to smell that familiar mix of cologne and mint gum. His lashes are stupidly long. His gaze is soft — unguarded in a way that makes you nervous.

“I keep trying to be cool about this,” he says. “To be normal. But I’m not.”

Your brows lift. “Cool about what?”

He breathes out a laugh, but it’s tight. Nervous.

“You. Us.” His voice dips. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I see you laughing with Dani, and I wanna pull you away. I see Paulo hugging you after a goal, and I feel like punching a locker.”

You blink. “You... want to punch Paulo?”

“No—yes. Not really. Maybe.” He rubs a hand through his curls. “I don’t know, cara, I’m losing my mind.”

Your heart is thudding. Loud. Stupid.

“I don’t want to be your flirty teammate anymore,” he says, quieter now. “I want to be... something more. If you’ll let me.”

You don’t say anything at first. Because you can’t.

Your throat is dry. Your mind is screaming. And yet all you can focus on is the look in his eyes — how wide they are. How honest.

Neymar takes a tiny step back. “Shit,” he mutters. “Did I just ruin this?”

“No,” you say quickly. “You didn’t. I’m just—processing.”

He nods. Waits. Doesn’t push.

So you give him honesty in return.

“I think about you too,” you admit, softly. “All the time. Not just the fun stuff. I think about how you look at me when I’m not talking. I think about that stupid voice you use when you’re trying to make me laugh. I think about what would happen if I said yes.”

You glance up.

His expression is unreadable.

“And?” he asks.

“And I don’t want to lose what we have,” you whisper. “But I also don’t think I can pretend it’s not something more anymore.”

A silence.

Then he exhales, a breath that sounds like it’s been trapped in his chest for weeks.

“Obrigado,” he says. (Thank you.)

“For what?”

“For not running. For not making me feel stupid.”

“You do that all on your own.”

He laughs — big and bright and easy again. And something in your chest unclenches.

He steps forward, reaches out, and gently takes your hand. Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just... warm.

His fingers thread through yours.

“Posso te beijar?” he asks. (Can I kiss you?)

Your heart stutters.

You nod once.

But then you pause, smiling. “Not here.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

“Because if you kiss me on this field, I’ll never be able to focus here again.”

He grins. “Then I’ll pick an even worse place. Like in front of the whole team. Or during a press interview.”

You both laugh. His forehead rests lightly against yours, and for a long moment, nothing else exists.

Just this breathless, suspended second in time where you’re finally, finally on the same page.

[cameronsbabydoll]

im going to claim 🎀 anon or 🏹 in case someone has taken it but

i’m just on tumblr in the mornings so i just scrolled through your page and seen someone said they want stuff i’ve been through with my man for military rafe

- for some context my bf is older than me by 3 years he’s not from my state but came to my state for school we met online talked for a year before he moved to my area and we eventually made it official

BUT HERE ARE A FEW THINGS WEVE DONE/ BEEN THROUGH

** it’s also really important to know adjustment from military life to sort of citizen life is a really harsh transition for some people and even a culture shock my man was in the military for 4 years and it was a really sort of hard/strange adjustment for him after**

- i helped him decorate his place when he first moved here and i made a lot of things that i think were more girly and he did not care one bit (a lot of trinkets i left a vase of flowers that i replace almost weekly :) )

- i don’t know if anyone knows what a ramo buchón is it’s just those really big flower arrangements each month he gets me one without a miss and it’s always a different theme depending on the month or it’s based on something i like :D he only has ever missed one month and it actually made him feel super bad even tho i told him it was super fine

- ive never been on a plane so when we were traveling so i could meet his mom i bawled my eyes out cause i was scared of planes and he comforted me the whole way there and held my hand the entire plane ride even tho i was deadass shitting myself

- one of our first arguments was because he didn’t like that i would later shifts and with mainly men and he would get super upset and sometimes he would pick me up from work and be super annoying about and i would tell him it was out of my control and im just working and we didn’t talk for like a week after that until he realized he was sort of overboard for making it a big deal (he’s super super territorial and jealous btw)

- he’s a big club guy cause they do a lot of that when there is free time when on duty and one time this girl was hitting on him at the club and i got super pissed cause he wasn’t doing anything about it and i left him at the club and he realized super quick and went after me :D

- he was my first and he did absolutely everything to make sure i was okay throughout and after and im gonna cry thinking about it but after that military men (or my man) gets super into their kinks sometimes its soft but when he wants it a certain way he gets super super like it has to be this way tonight and its ofc always consensual on both sides :) (big big on leaving hickeys it literally is so annoying sometimes cause it will be in the most noticeable spots and when i call him out he gets super upset and it’s a whole thing once again SUPER TERRITORIAL I CANT EXPLAIN and the territorial thing is common cause the couples i know through him all the girls are in the same boat)

and i can give more stuff but for now this is all i think would be writing material

-🎀🏹

aww you guys seem super cutest!!

[jadeoru]

OMG JADE!!!!

that was the cutest shit i have ever read i love love omfg i’m so happy for you!!!! she seems like such a sweetheart 🥹🥹 i wish you guys the best in you’re future together!!! YOURE ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND

also i have been good all things considered 😭😭collage is literally kicking my ass and it’s only the 2nd week of class like 3 hour scientific maths on a monday at 9am but i have made a friend!! so that really helps i’m actually proud of myself for making a friend i find it so hard to make friends because i’m so awkward irl ☹️☹️☹️ also my ex friends fucked me over so bad that it lowkey scares me to make friends but she’s so lovely BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS NOT ALL THAT BAD

also i’m planning on seeing my other friend tomorrow and it reminds me how i need to start driving ASAP i feel like lady gaga in that one meme “no sleep 👏🏻 bus,club 👏🏻another bus plane👏🏻 no sleep !

also to that cheeky asssss anon i’m in your walls and i will find you im crazy don’t doubt me leave my pookie jade ALONE RUDE ASSS

i love how i randomly dropped some lore in there MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS DONT MIND ME

she is such a sweetheart i want to sit on her shoulder like a pirate and their parrot

I HOPE U AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ARE WELL!!! wishing u guys an even BETTER future !!!!!!!

college sucks ass im treating my gap year like a holiday (realistically i dont think im gonna end up going at all lmao but thats a whole other story) 3 hour maths would kill me im so sorry about that… youre literally a genius though i have no doubt youll smash it!

im glad you made a friend!!! youre literally so awesome social interactions are my greatest enemy 😭 im cheering for u can u hear me!!! wooo!!!! im really sorry your ex friends are asshole losers they probs have the face of a donkeys arse though and they clearly have no futures so dont worry about them<333

I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH YOUR FRIEND!!! stay safe !!

everyone has their moments of weakness you have no idea how many times ive almost trauma dumped on here lmfao

[yooboobies]

Hi Réka!!! hope you are having a lovely day! Do you have any fic recs? I mostly read sope or jikook but I'm open to reading anything if someone rec it to me. I'm mostly new to the fandom and I have a hard time finding fics (there's too much) and I always read you talking about fics so I thought I ask 😌

Heyhey!!

I do have a lovely day today, thank you so much!! Hope the same for you mochi!!

I will rec all kinds of fics and you can choose from them!!

I rec all these yoonmin fics from this previous ask I answered

There will be a lot of deepslowpanic fics here, she is one my fav authors so just check all her work out!!!

Like Everything Glows (jikook) - annie_vi - I wont elaborate because I could talk about this fic for hours long - but I just wanna say this is my favorite fic ever. Like….. THE favourite. Like….😔💜

The Edge of Where We Start (yoonjin) - deepslowpanic - I cried a lot at this it was just everything I needed that time.

The Seventh Key (yoonkook) - agustjrg (wintersolos) - Okay not gonna lie this is the longest fic Ive ever read and I had more like a hte relationship with it because it lifted me up just to push me down again but the ending made up for it all.

Shadows Within (ot7) - uhgoodblueside - THIS…… THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING TO ME. The story, the feelings god I cried SO MUCH its so good please read it

Love and other punchlines (yoonjin) - Lecrit - this had some HEAVY topics in it, but amazing jokes as well and I love Jimin in this okay? I will protect him always

Slow Rain (abo ot7) - mangust_d - LISTEN I always cry at fics its easy for me to cry but THIS FIC?? Its one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read and I just wish I could read it again….. YOONGI IN THIS IS MY EVERYTHING

Always Crashing in the Same Car (yoonkook) - deepslowpanic - I finished this pretty quickly cause I couldn’t stop reading. I just wanted to hug Kook in this all the time:((((((

Hand in hand (namgi) - TheMetaBard - in this everyone is a kid except Namgijin but… its a beautiful story. As a special needs educator this fic is really really really close to my heart and if you can handle this kind of topic I really recommend it. BUT!!!! Read the tags before starting. Please!

Love Bite (minjoon) - CassiaVioletBlue/softjeon - this was among the very first fics Ive read and I was so fricking obsessed with this I read it 3 more times after. VAMPIRES!!!!!!! AND MINJOON!?????? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

SEALed with a Kiss (yoonjin) - deepslowpanic- THIS IS MY SECOND FAVORITE YOONJIN FIC EVER AND THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST FUCKING FIC EVER please read it and then read the whole selkieverse ITS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!

'Cause I'll Be In Love Maze (abo ot7) - KookieGotMeOnASugaHigh - CEO JOON!!!! how I love you… this is a huge fav of mine I love that Jimin is a lil shit at the beginning - Koo is absolutely the bestest ever and I just want him to be loved and cherished and he gets exactly that - everyone is obsessed and I can understand it!!

OH SHIT THIS IS GETTING LONG - okay one more and then I will stop but if you need more (I didn’t rec any sope because you said u read mostly them but I HAVE TONS so let me know) Im here to give more!!! Okay last fic:

A Gilded World (yoonjin) - smiles - My forever favorite Yoonjin fic. Like I just can’t say anything else its so so close to my heart…… I finished it WAY TOO quickly I wanna read it again:((((((

Sorry it got soo long and yes I read too many yoonjin and idc nsjdjddjdjjddj HOPE YOU WILL FIND SOMETHING AMONG THESE THAT U WILL LOVE PLEASE READ LIKE EVERYTHING GLOWS PLEASE okay bye💜💜💜💜💜💜

[maygrcnt]

I am not new here but I am following because one time you made SOME banger tags on a post of mine and I don't remember what the post was or what the tags said but every time I see you on my dash I think as yes maygrcnt who's Very Correct

stahhhp this is the cutest, one thing about me is im always gonna leave some tags lol. ive met literally two of my closest online friends ever from the concept of me leaving some tags and then them commenting on them, so like i love to leave shit in the tags its very fun. tysm <33

[onlyjaeyun]

AINT NO WAY ALSHAKDHSLSH YOURE INSANE. YOURE GENUINELY INSANE WHAT DID I JUSY READ?????? 😨😨😨😨😨 to be very honest i have no words AT ALL. LIKE HOLD 🤨☝️ THE FUCK 🤨✋ UP RIGHT NEOW 😐🛑 hand over your brain so i can kiss it rn 🫴 i am NAWT PLAYING 🙅‍♀️ dude the fucking ANXIETY I WAS FEELING DURING THE RIDE TO THE BUILDING LIKE i had to actually put my phone down a few times to calm myself down like it was at some point embarrassing how affected i got as well 🧍‍♀️ and then the whole jake & jay hug oh my- 🚑🚑🚑🚑 i may or may not have fainted 😔 THEN THOSE TWO SEWAGE RATS SHOWING UP GET OUTT 😧👉🚪 LIKE WHOOOOO TF DO YOU THINK U ARE TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE AN ACTUAL C H A N C E OF TOUCHING THE FIRST LADY OF TPC LMFAOOO🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 jongseong ROCKED THEIR SHITS AS HE SHOULD 💪🏼 THE CONTINUOUS PUNCHES COME ON YUUJI (jujutsu kaisen reference 🤞) COME ON MISTER IM LEFT IM RIGHT 🤣🙏🏼 i love feral jay. i love feral jay. i love feral jay. i love unhinged feral jay. i love unhinged feral jay i love unhinged feral jay i LOVE UNHINGED FERAL JAY. I ❤️ UNHINGED FERAL JAY<3 🤭 dude THAT ONE LINE “Jay lets his gaze shift to the face the voice belongs to” THAT STRAIGHT UP GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS I AM NOT KIDDING IT MADE ME PICTURE THE SCENE of jay’s eyes literally almost going white and just falling on the other sewage rat’s face like !!!!!!!!¥$[¥|^[%||$[>+|,%\]]!!!!!¥_€|+%5* he deadass looked like a feral anime villain in my head holy FUCK SIR 🙇‍♀️ I AM SAT 🧎‍♀️ SB jongseong the man that you fucking are holy FUCK MY FUTURE WIFE???😦😧🫨 ARE WE KIDDINGLAHDLSJS MY ONLY LOVE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK BRO SAID??? TALK YOUR SHIT JONGSEONG TALK YOUR SHIT MY MAN 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢📢 BUT AYYEEEE FINAL WAVE OF ANGST OVER WE CHEERED 🥳🥳 WE MADE IT WE FUCKING MADE IT PRAISE THE LORD 🥳🥳🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 …. we’re getting close to the finale 🧍‍♀️i’d rather not talk about that part.

thank you zadie for feeding the children 🙏🏼 sending u sm love & so many hugs i hope u had a great christmas ! (if u celebrate 😭) anyways take care zadie <33

- ⁉️

the fact ive read this ask like three times bc it made me giggle so much i lit love you and yojr asks so, so much lit the highlight of my day you're rhe best pls accept my kisses 😭😭💞

thank you SO much for always cheering me up and sending me the cutest and rawest reactions ever i hope you know you always make my day and i will forever cherish these 🥺 im so glad to know you enjoyed it baby

[icallhimjoey]

Had a little image of bookstore!joe making croissants from scratch for a surprise, Alfie helping and maybe it goes a little bit wrong in a cute, funny way…

THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER okay buckle up everyone, bookstore!joe is BACK even though, none of this story even takes place in the bookstore... but you know, it's him, still (if you're not aware, there's 3 seasons of bookstore!joe ive written and he's my favourite soft joey) (thanks for this request i love it so much) Wordcount: 2.4K

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Roll, Fold, Shape, Bake

"Joe?"

You called out all croaky from your bed and immediately coughed after. Ew. Phlegm.

"It's Anne," you managed when Joe walked in, Alfie on his back, clearly in the middle of roughhousing. He was meant to get Alfie dressed, but whatever, it was fine. The morning was one of the rare slow ones that came as a godsend - you felt awful.

You held out your phone to him, and said, "She insisted on speaking to you," before another fit of coughs got you.

"All right, all right, jeez," Joe jokingly shushed you, pretended the loud coughing really annoyed him as he took the phone. "Tell mummy to go back to sleep," Joe said to your baby boy that was peering over his shoulder at you. "Go back to sleep mummy," Alfie's tiny voice almost made you want to cry, grab him and drag him into bed with you for cuddles.

You wouldn't, though, because you were ill and every ounce of strength left in your body was reserved to cough up all the nasty that was housing in your lungs.

"Anne!" Joe said into the phone, all upbeat and excited as he turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom. You got to see Alfie's feet dangle on Joe's back as he did.

When Joe walked back in a little later, it was without Alfie but with a hot mug of something that smelled like lemons, and your phone. He placed the mug on the bedside table before he sat down, your phone in his hand. When you went to take it from him, however, he pulled it back and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh no," you groaned. "What did Anne say?"

Joe couldn't possibly look at you with more love and a mischievous sort of joy shining from his eyes. He just... looked at you like that for a second too long. Like you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever laid his eyes on, even though you felt gross. It made you go, "What?" impatiently.

"Anne is fine opening up by herself at 10,"

You knew this. You'd just gone over that with her.

"And I know you told her you'd make sure to be in for the lunch time rush, but," Joe enunciated extra clearly. "You're not going to be in for the lunch time rush because she's going to kick you out if she sees you walk in at all today,"

"No–" you protested, pushing yourself up.

"Yes," Joe pushed you back down and only when you fully relaxed into the mattress did he pass you your phone. "If not for yourself, for her and anyone else that'll visit the store today, hmm?"

"Well, if this is contagious, you're in trouble,"

Joe placed a hand over your forehead - you felt fine. Probably just a nasty cold. But Joe pretended the touch burnt his fingers.

"Stop, I'm fine,"

"You're fine, but you're tired," Joe said, getting up. "Drink that, and try to get some more sleep, we both know you barely got any last night," Joe said, revealing that your coughing and stirring had kept him up too.

"Will you be okay with Alf? Your dad won't be here until–"

"Oh my God, will you stop it? Go to sleep!"

"Go to sleep!" you both heard Alfie's little voice from downstairs, and it made the both of you laugh.

All right. You'd go to sleep. Joe was right. You really were tired.

Downstairs, Joe joined Alfie back in the kitchen where he was sat on the floor, whacking a rubber spatula around in a plastic bowl.

"All right, my man. We're gonna get some ingredients from the shops for something special. You ready?"

Alfie, sat with his knees either side of him and just looked up at his dad who slung arms into a denim jacket. Alfie was far from being ready. "What do we still need to do?" Joe asked in an exercise of parenting some sort of independence into his child. Alfie looked at his own feet and said, "Shoes!" and Joe immediately copied, "Shoes!" but then scrunched up his nose and asked, "What else?" because Alfie was still in his pyjamas. You could hear them from upstairs and it was the weird, sort of, heartwarming entertainment you didn't think pre-child you ever thought she could enjoy. Listening to your kid listing off clothing items whilst guided and encouraged by your boyfriend? What a weird kink to have, but you loved it.

A little while later, all dressed and ready, they called up their goodbyes from the front door. As the house fell into silence you finished your hot lemony drink and, despite the difficulty you experienced to do simple things like breathing, you drifted off to sleep.

Joe let Alfie sit in the trolley - not the actual seat designed for a toddler to sit in, because Alfie liked to be able to hold onto whatever Joe threw in there.

"On your bum," Joe called, not even looking at Alfie who had secretly stood up to reach for a shelf where he saw something interesting. Instead, Joe's eyes were on his phone where he watched a beginner friendly video on how to make croissants.

"Oof, that's a lot of butter," Joe winced.

He looked over his phone at Alfie, who was dangerously close to opening a banana. "Did you know there was so much butter in croissants?" he asked, swiftly but calmly moving the banana from Alfie's hands, deserving an annoyed whine from his son.

"We've got to pay first, remember? You can have a banana on the way back,"

And Alfie wasn't a difficult child, but Alfie could be loud if he wanted to be. And even though adorable with cute blonde curls and big brown eyes, a toddler having a tantrum in a shopping trolley was exactly what Joe didn't want to happen.

"Tell you what," Joe thought fast. "Do you think you can be a big boy and go pay for the bananas yourself?"

Alfie was already being lifted from the trolley before he could even answer. With a fiver and a bunch of bananas in hand, Joe watched how Alfie trod over to the til, all proud and smiley because he was gonna get to eat a banana. Joe hung back a little, but made sure to make eye-contact with the cashier, silently letting her know, the kid's with me, he just wants to pay for his bananas.

Joe was almost too late fishing his phone back out of his pocket to capture it. This was another mile stone ticked off the list, and he knew you'd hate it if there at least wasn't some form of proof of it.

With Alfie back in the trolley, now happily munching on a paid-for banana, Joe finished getting all the ingredients they needed to make croissants from scratch. It was an ambitious task, he knew, but... how hard could it really be?

The answer was very hard.

Especially with a toddler that just wanted to make mess, rather than really help and follow the instructions Joe gave him.

This wasn't a kid-activity. Not in the cute way Joe had envisioned it, anyway.

It was a lot of rolling, then folding, then more rolling, then more folding, and then shaping, and more rolling, and folding and shaping until it was all just layers of dough and butter and dough and butter and more dough and more butter. Thanks to Alfie, the entire kitchen was covered by a light layer of flour, and Joe knew he's was going to have to sit Alfie down in front of Paw Patrol for at least a solid 30 minutes to clean up the mess.

Now, when it came to the oven, Joe eyed it for a second and contemplated. This was a piece of shit that had its own instructions, and he hadn't been able to figure it out yet. You however, sort of had. If a recipe said to set the oven to a certain temperature and time, you knew to do something else and it would somehow come out perfectly. With Joe? Always either undercooked or burnt.

Joe checked the time and asked Alfie, "Do you think mummy's still asleep?" and Alfie took a second to think before saying, "No, I think mummy, she, mummy is awake," with absolutely zero reason to think so. But Joe agreed and said, "I think you might be right."

And he was.

"Let's bring up some tea," Joe suggested,

Sneaking up the stairs as quietly as he could, he bypassed the bedroom completely and went straight for your little library where he found you, sat in the armchair underneath a blanket, buried into a book.

"How are we feeling?" Joe smiled and stepped closer to peck you on the top of the head and pass you a hot mug of tea.

"Better, I just... I keep leaking," you said, unable to not laugh at yourself as you pressed a tissue to your under eye where it caught sticky tears as you sniffed.

"What are you doing downstairs? It's very... quiet," you looked up at Joe who ran a warm hand under your t-shirt down your back. "I don't trust it one bit," you narrowed your eyes at him, and it made him laugh.

"I've got a question," he said, absolutely ignoring your question, fingertips roaming up and down, leaving tingles to travel down your spine. "If... if something needed to go into the oven for 15 to 20 minutes at 200 degrees," you made a face at Joe, raised eyebrows that read a weird sort of shock at his question. "How would you translate that for it to work with our oven?"

"What are you making?"

"Answer my question, please?"

Joe tickled the fingers that were stuck underneath your top, and you hummed to it a little. Let your head fall forward and relaxed under his touch.

"Hmm?" Joe coaxed.

"Set it to at least 220, maybe even 230, and... just, check after 15 minutes, it might need longer, but you also might be good," you said and earned another kiss into your hair.

"Thank you," Joe said, hand now slipping out, fingers quickly squeezing your neck before he moved back towards the door.

"And, this is entirely unrelated, but, lunch will be ready in roughly... I don't know, 15 minutes? It might need longer," Joe said, and it made you laugh out loud; music to Joe's ears.

About half an hour later, you were called down by Alfie.

"Mummy," Joe softly said to Alfie, who repeated it much louder up the stairs, "Mummy!"

"Lunch is ready,"

"Lunch is ready!"

When you stepped into the dining room, you were pleasantly surprised by a big cutting board that sat in the middle of the table and held about 12 incredibly pale looking croissants.

"Before you say anything," Joe was quick, interrupted you before you'd even started an insanely sarcastic compliment. "We worked really hard on these and taste-tested one, and, they're soft... but they taste good, don't they Alf?"

Alfie turned to look at you, perched up on his knees on one of the chairs, two little hands curled around a pastry and chewing happily.

"They look fantastic," you said, much kinder than you would've done had Joe not stopped you.

"I know I'm all gross, but come here," you kissed Alfie on the cheek before you sat down and then accepted a kiss to your own cheek from Joe.

"Enjoy," Joe said, moving the cutting board a little closer to the two of you, and then said, "Don't go into the kitchen for a minute," and you glared at him, but it was all jokes and smiles and the croissants were so very floppy, but they were warm and this was the nicest thing you could've imagined Joe and Alfie to have been doing.

"Now, listen," you said to Alfie, "I know you're dead set on becoming a firefighter," you continued, mouth full of warm croissant, no crunch to be detected, but still lovely and doughy and just... so delicious. "But I'd really evaluate your career path if I were you," you made Joe chuckle before he ruffled a hand through Alfie's curls.

"Yea? You reckon you could be a baker? Have your own little bakery?" Joe asked and you both waited for Alfie's reaction, finishing a bite, but already eyeing a new pastry to grab from the cutting board. "No," Alfie deadpanned before reaching with a grabby little hand, and it made the two of you laugh.

"To be fair, he barely helped at all," Joe passed Alfie another soft piece of rolled-up dough.

"Just made mess, did he?" you reached up and ran fingers through Joe's hair, making it rain flour onto his shoulders.

"Honestly, he's very good at it,"

And you both chuckled until it became another fit of coughs for you, and Joe's hand found it's way back under your shirt, running it up from the bottom hem this time.

"And you wanted to go into work," Joe pointedly said, hand comfortably rubbing over bare skin.

And you know what, the fucker was right. You had so wanted to go into work. Had contemplated sneaking out whilst Joe and Alfie had gone 'round to the shops, because there were definitely things you could do in the back. There were boxes of books waiting. There was admin begging to be done.

But had you actually gone through with that, look what you would've missed out on.

Happy, fed and full little Alfie, all proud of croissants he made that he didn't actually make.

Happy, fed and full soft Joey, all embarrassed of croissants he did actually make, but definitely weren't done right.

Soft fingers caressing your back.

That hour you got to read upstairs in silence? The only interruption having being Joe who brought you hot tea and soft touches?

You'd have missed out on all of that. Work would still be there tomorrow. Anne would probably work her way through a lot of those things by herself just fine.

For now it was just you, and Joe, and Alfie and floppy, pale, soft croissants and it was perfect. All, just, perfect.

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happy place ♰ corey taylor

warning; fluff - and cringe - overload. you have been warned!

you are my sunshine / cutest fluffy shit ive done ew

“You smell nice”

“Thank you?”

Corey was barely awake. He’d been mumbling nonsense since the very moment he’d woken up; clearly, the alcohol hadn’t quite worn off just yet.

It was completely and utterly quiet, peaceful. “I love you—” He placed a long-lasting kiss on my lips. “—so much.”

“I love you too,” I smiled. He looked at me. His eyes were beautifully kind, and they glistened like diamonds from the sun, which streamed brightly through the curtains of the tour bus.

Your head laid rested on his chest. His heartbeat made you feel a sense of calmness, one you only found when you were with him. 

Although the bunk beds were on a different level of being impractical, sharing one with Corey made it all a bit better.

It was as if all of my responsibilities and worries had vanished from my mind. Nothing else mattered. 

I looked over at the clock. It read half-past eleven.

“We should go have some breakfast,” I said and sat up, though Corey was quick to pull me back into his grasp.

“Corey,” I laughed. I could feel his smile against my neck as he planted small butterfly kisses on it.

“It’s too early to get out of bed,” Corey whined and tightened his grip around my waist.

“Corey, it’s nearly noon!” I giggled.

“I don’t care. I just want you here,” Corey mumbled, a smile finding its way upon my lips. There was no denying it; Corey owned my heart.

“Alright,” I said. I turned around. His eyes were fully open, staring into mine.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Corey said. 

He had a thing with words. He could formulate them and make them sound like heaven on earth.

His hand grazed my hair and pulled it back behind my ear.

A flush crept across my face as I processed the compliment.

“I mean it. I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true,” Corey said. I looked into his eyes.

“You’re too kind to me,” I smiled, my fingers softly caressing his cheek.

Corey leaned closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips.

“I truly believe that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Corey said, his forehead resting on mine.

“You have my heart, Taylor,” I said. My stomach tingled. He was a beautiful man, inside and out.

“You had mine first, my love,”

i almost puked at how fluffy this is ngl...anyways, hope u enjoy it

[cursestothemoon]

yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach 

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural 

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability 

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser 

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry 

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened 

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught 

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth 

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident 

needless to say 

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm 

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean 

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such 

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very 

v e r y

protective of harry 

you'd do anything for the kid 

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO 

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed 

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post 

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS 

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed 

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron 

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r 

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder 

again 

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him 

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body 

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth 

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius 

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad 

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man 

and lily potter did exist 

and there was a time where your family was complete 

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike 

not now 

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly 

you guys are back to square one 

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free 

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix 

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET 

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix 

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place 

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close 

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK 

SO 

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI 

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO 

youre a gazelle 

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius 

aLSO REMUS

icon

anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens 

youre there

you see it 

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse 

youre not sure which 

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine 

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps 

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff 

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s 

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive 

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage 

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug 

keen on never letting go 

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother 

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

SO

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER 

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT 

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT 

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS 

REMUS 

THERE ALL THERE 

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR 

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR 

ok so hear me out 

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague 

but you just knew 

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry 

so did lily 

she was the first one to say something 

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down 

james right there with you 

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries 

and he couldn’t do anything about it 

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad 

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man 

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost 

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that 

but the mood was somber 

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen 

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end. 

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further 

harry has to do this alone 

its quite symbolic actually 

the one time you'd let go of the reigns 

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother 

he’d die 

but you had to do it 

so everything goes as planned 

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king 

and the war ends 

when you got back home from the war 

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you 

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry 

any and everything you can get your hands on 

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had 

and your father’s unruly mop of curls 

the same wave pattern in your dark hair 

everything finally felt right 

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