#yeh it's her favourite colour

[munsonsprincess11111]

Need her gone for u 4

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your best friend and her boyfriend broke up. Her boyfriend kicked her out so you offered her a place to stay with u and Eddie for a few nights. A few nights turns into 2 weeks etc. You and Eddie haven't done anything since she's been living with you to be respectful. But Eddie and her really don't get along

Your ill. You hate it. You went to the doctors tonsillitis and an esr infection. Your laying in bed reading your book. Your hole body aches and all you want is Eddie. But he's at work. So in the meantime you've got... Jill.

"Want some soup" She askes standing in the doorway. "I'm OK thanks." You answer. She stands for a minute before talking again

"SO I've got a date tonight and I was hoping I could borrow some clothes." She askes smiling. You lay under your duvet n put ur book down. "Uh sure just show me first n ill yeh or not." U reply.

Your wardrobe is 6 steps maybe less away from your bed so you can see exactly what she's doing. She pulls out a few dresses shaking her head and putting them away. Then she pulls our your dark red skin tight leather dress which was very revealing.

"I don't wanna know what Eddie's done to you in this dress." She says disguistedly putting it away. "Jill" You say tryna sound annoyed.

She continues looking and askes. "WHY are all your dresses red?" She looks at you.

"Well it's Eddie's favourite colour but I've got a few black ones there." You nod your head in the direction of the black ones. She digs through and eventually finds one she likes. She habges in the bathroom n comes back.

"You look nice" you smile at her. "Thanks can I borrow some heels?" She askes. You nod and paint her the matching black shoes to go with the dress. She then suts at your dresser and does her make up with her make up luckily.

Once she's ready she's sat at the end of your bed telling you about the guy she's going on a date with. Eddie th gets one and opens thr front door. Having no knowledge your ill as he had been working from 6 which means he woke up at 4:30 am and had only just got home the time being 7:13 pm.

He walks into your bedroom and has many questions when he looks around. Eddie being Eddie askes all of them. "WHYS she in our room?" Jill looks at him. "I was talking to y/n about my date tonight." Eddie looks at you.

"WHYS she wearing your clothes?" HE askes you jill replying again. "I have a date if you must know." Eddie glares at her. Then looks back at you. "You look ill what's wrong sweetheart?" Eddie's askes. Jill tries to answer again. "OH she's been to the doctors she's got-" but Eddie curs her off.

"Jill I swear to god shut up. I'm talking to y/n not you." HE stares at Jill. He turns back to you.

"I didn't feel good so I went to the doctors. I've got tonsillitis n an ear infection. He gave me antibiotics told me I have to rest as I feel achy." You answer Eddie. He walks over to you pulling the duvet down a but putting the back of his hand on your forehead stroking hair out of your face.

He then turns to jill. "Your turn. What times your date?" Jill looks at Eddie. "He's picking me up at 7:45." Eddie nods"whats time will you be back?" HE askes looking at jill with a straight face.

"Before midnight. N y/ns given me the spare key to get in so you don't even have to get out of bed." Jill says with a smug. Eddie glares at her turning back to you. "I'm gonna go get in the shower and then I'll come lay with you. U need anything before or after my shower?" HE askes stroking your head again.

"After your shower can u make me a tea and get my antibiotics n my normal medication for me so I don't have to get up?" You ask Eddie softly. He nods his head kissing your cheek. "I'll bring your brownies to." HE says.

The phone rings and jill gets up to get it. She starts talking hangs up and runs in. "He's here he's early I've gotta go bye bye bye." She runs down the hallway opens the door and slams it.

"Thank fuck." Eddie says. You look at him and giggle. "Right I'm going for a shower be back in 20." 20 minutes later he comes walking in his towel low around his waist holding two cups of tea in one hand brownies in the other and your box of antibiotics bit between his teeth and normal medication tucked under his arms. "You could've called me for help." HE puts all the stuff in the bedside table as you say this.

"NAH my princess is ill n I got it all here u saying you doubted me?" HE says smirking. You sit up taking all the medication n taking a sip of your tea. "Ofcourse not." HE kisses your cheek then walking over to his drawers.

He drops his towel leaving him naked in front of you. Yes you've seen the man naked before but he was still one hella sight. You feel the heat between your legs but it is cut short when u see Eddie stareing at you starring at him. You look elsewhere. "Like what u see sugar." HE says wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up." You answer croaky from your sore throat.

He slides his boxers on climbing into bed with you. He leans over you grabbing his tea and drinking half of it setting it back down. He lays on his side as you set your tea next to his. Eddie's arm slithers around your waist pulling you close. You lay next time him facing him feeling safe and secure.

"How you feeling babe?" HE askes closing his eyes. "Like shit." You mumble also closing your eyes.

"If I could make you better I would I hate when you feel shitty." HE nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and you hum agreeing.

"I love you." HE whispers kissing your neck pulling his face to look at you. You stroke his face. "I love you too." You reply. Eddie kisses your lips.

"Don't do that you'll get sick." You groan in annoyance.

"Eh it'll be worth it. That just means you'll have to look after me." HE says smiling.

"Mmm OK if I must." HE gives you one more kiss then you both drift off to sleep.

Jill comes home at midnight going to your room to tell you about her date and sees u and Eddie asleep. She just walked into the living room changed and went to bed.

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Eddie took the next day off to be with you cuddling you n making sure your OK ad he knew you'd except none of Jill's help even tho you could barely walk and needed his helping going to the bathroom.

Jill woke up at 11 am and came straight to your room and told you all about her date to Eddie's disliking. After an hour she was finally done snd you was falling back to sleep in Eddie's side.

"Jill why don't you see if your lover boy wants to hang with you so y/n can just sleep" Eddie says trying not to seem pissy.

For once she gets the hunt and goes out for a few hours so you can rest and Eddie can relax with you. When she leaves Eddie thinks your asleep but you mumble. "I love you so much. Thank you. For everything." Eddie kisses you. "I love you so much to. Don't thank me sugar my job to look after you. N besides when you're better ill take even better care of you." HE says with a smirk.

"Your such a freak Eddie munson." You say smirking.

"Freak in the bed." HE says still smirking.

"Eddie!" You giggle still half asleep. "My freaky boy"

"You love it."

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey hey! I've missed your writing! Do you think you could write a story about kk3 Terry and his beloved at an event he's hosting at his home. She's a little bit sad and wants to have him to herself for a moment so she trys to provoke him and get his eyes on her by showing off some skin😏he does get provoked and ends up taking her upstairs for a little while to "fix" her dress. He knows she's a little down but gives her the well deserved attention she needs. A little steamy is you will! Thank you💚💚💚

Aww thank you anon 🤗 I can absolutely do that for you 💚 I hope you enjoy 💚

Tonight was the night of Terry's house party for all his friends and workmen, he had been planning this for a long time and you were both very excited. You loved events like this because it gave you a good excuse to use make up and wear one of your many gorgeous dresses Terry had bought you. He was all ready in his cream and red coloured suit, and you had just walked out in one if your favourite blue dresses.

"Wow baby girl! You look absolutely stunning" "Thanks babe, you are looking very nice yourself" He gives you one of his cheeky smiles before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hand resting on your hip. "There are days where I look at you and think to myself, how the hell did I manage to land you" "That's because your the most wonderful man I have ever known babe....plus your 'stamina' is insane!" You both share a little laugh, he knew he was good in the bedroom, but hearing you say little things like that really made his day. "Oh yeh baby, this is all for you-" Terry us suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "The first people are hear! Are you ready baby?" "Absolutely, let's go"

The evening was wonderful, there were nearly 30 people there and everyone was having a nice time. There wasn't many chances for you and Terry to be close to eachother, but that was mainly because his business partners were pitching ideas and keeping him busy. And you knew a handful of people there too so you were charging to them as well. You were just getting another drink from the counter when a young woman approached you, she looked about 20 years old and she was wearing a very bright pink sparkly dress. "Hey!" "Hi, I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Y/N" "Hi Y/N I'm Gina! I was just wondering if you've seen Terry around?" "Oh yeah, he's just talking to that guy over there by the indoor fountain. It he looks really focused, if I were you I'd wait to talk to him" "Oh really? I was really hoping to get him alone" "I'm sorry?" "You know...have you seen how sexy he is?! I'd love to see if I could try my luck with him. And the fact that he's super rich too is amazing!" Is this girl for real? You really try to keep your cool and tell her what the deal is. "Gina, that's not going to happen I'm afraid" "What? Why?" "Because I am with Terry. He's my fiancee, hear the ring to prove it"

Gina gasps when she realises what is happening, she feels embarrassed as well as many other emotions. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't realise!" "Its ok Gina you didnt know, I was just being honest with you" "Oh god I feel so bad, I thought you were his assistant, or maybe his cleaner?" "You thought that?" "Well yeh, you also seemed to be a lot older than me and I thought he would want someone olde-" "Wait wait wait, how old do you think I am?" "I don't know, 35 maybe?" "I'M 27! I'm only one year younger than Terry!" "Alright maybe I got that wrong-" "Did you just come hear to try it on with Terry? Tell me the truth" "Kind of yeh, but-" "But nothing. Adam!" One of Terry's bouncers approaches you. "Adam would you please escort this girl from the house, she is not welcome hear" "Of course miss L/N" "Hey hey wait! I didn't mean-" But she couldn't finish her sentence before Adam dragged her out of the house, leaving you feeling quite sad about the whole thing.

You just stood there agsint the kitchen side, everyone else was enjoying themselves while you just held yourself as this overwhelming feeling of insecurity came over you. You could see Terry talking to someone on the other side of the room, and you were in desperate need of some comfort from him. When he looked over to you, you try to catch his eye by pulling the strap down a little from your shoulder, this definitely got his attention.

But he could read you like a book, your body said come hear, but your eyes said please I need you. "Would you excuse me Harry? My fiancee needs some help fixing her shoulder strap of her dress" He leaves this man and walks straight over to you, not caring who tried to talk to him as he walked past, you were his only priority. "Hey baby, come on let's go somewhere a little quieter shall we?" You give him a silent nod as he delicately took your hand and guided you to the stairs. "Edgar, please make sure noone comes up the stairs to the next level of the house. Me and Y/N need a private conversation" "Of course Mr Silver" This was another bouncer in Terry's house, he had a few, and Edgar was making sure noone was snooping around his home. Once Terry took you upstairs, he opened the bedroom door and yly both walked in once he closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs when he could see something was up with you.

"Baby? What's the matter?" "Terry...do I look old?" "What? Of course you don't, your younger than me remember? Why would you think that?" "I don't think that but, there was this girl downstairs who didn't realise I was with you, and she was quite open when she said she liked you and wanted to get you alone" "Seriously?! I hope you told her that I belong to you!" "I told her that I was engaged to you yes, but she thought that I was way older than I actually was, and she thought I was your cleaner, not your fiancee" "How dare she say that to you! How old did she think you were?" "She thought I was 35" "35?! Your nowhere near 35! I'll make sure she's removed from this house right now!" "Terry it's ok, I've beaten you too it. I asked Adam to take her out of the house" "That's good, I'm glad you did that. Baby listen to me" He says kneeling down infront of you and holding your hands in his. "Don't listen to what that stupid girl said ok? She was probably just jealous because she knows that she can't have me, I'm yours and only yours, and that's the way its going to stay. And by the way, weather your 27, 35 40, 60 or even 100! I'll always love you and that will never ever change. And by the way, 35 isn't old at all"

"I know, I know...it just put me out of sorts that's all. I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. It always makes me feel better" "Aww my poor baby, come hear" He kneels up a little and gives you a sweet hug, it was instantly making you feel more at ease and relaxed. What you weren't expecting though, was during this hug, Terry started kissing your shoulder and down your arm. "I'm sorry baby girl, but your just so beautiful that I can't help myself. You know...Edgar is on duty downstairs making sure noone disturbs us. Why don't I spend this little time we have, making you feel better? I can show you just how lucky you are to have me, to be the only woman who will ever have me..." "Terry....that sounds like a very good idea..." He gives you a delicious smirk before he locks his lips with yours, he could always make you feel light headed weather it was a kiss or more. His hand comes up past your thigh and up to your chest, he slowly and gently pushed you to lie down on the bed as he stayed in place, still kneeling inbetween your legs.

"This dress your wearing is giving me this primal feeling inside baby girl, but...we also can't get you too untidy can we? It's better to keep this dress on" "I don't understand? How can-" He stops you mid sentence by grabbing your hips and pulling towards his chest in one quick pull. "Were going to have to look presentable when we go back downstairs don't we? So just lie back and enjoy..." His finger pulls your underwear to the side, and be slowly round his tounge agsinst your sensitive and swollen clit. It makes you shudder and he starts going a little faster, just giving you a moment to get used to his tounge. But it appears he simply can't control himself as he buries his face inbetween your legs and holds you closer by grabbing your hips and not letting go. No matter how many times he does this, it always feels electrifying, and you know your hips are going to be bruised by his fingers but you were so far from caring. A strong orgams starts to build as he tounge shows you no mercy, and your grab and pull at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as it builds more and more. You wanted to pull at his hair, but you know if you did, it would mess it up, so bed sheets it is.

"Oh jesus! God Terry!" You try so hard to keep the internal scream inside of you, but when he makes your legs shake and your body feel waves of ultimate extacy, you can't control yourself. He never let's go and he never stops despite you writhing on the bed and moaning and whimpering. You didn't think you could cope with this orgasm, that was until he finaly stoped after making you feel another 2 earth shattering orgasms. You were lead on the bed trying to catch your breath as he leaned up over you. "My god baby girl, you taste so sweet. Let's take a few minutes for you to get your breath back and we can head back to the party. Bit don't worry, when everyone goes home, I'll give you even more of what you deserve, and there will be no need to hold back either" "Now that Terry, sounds like a very good idea..."

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Meet me

Hi :) (i’ll probably update this semi regularly)

my name is Mia

nicknames - Mimi, Mish

I’m bisexual

she/her

from England (hate the tories and the monarchy)

i’m Infp apparently

i’m 23 my birthday’s in May

i like astrology - i’m a gemini with a leo moon and rising

i’m the youngest of four children & have a dog and two cats (who i will always willingly talk about)

Potential triggers on my account (i try my hardest to put tw)

Talk of poor mental health Politics / world issues Interaction with fanfic including 18+ / nsfw content unironic lyric posting /hj….

some of my favourites

Foods - I’m a vegetarian, and i bloody love pasta

Drink - Iced coffee is my beloved

music - 5sos, BoyWithUke, Declan McKenna, Aitch, Matt Maeson, Sarah Close, ArrDee, Dave, Reneé Rapp, Cat Burns, Wet Leg, Michael Aldag, Hozier, Seb Lowe, James Marriott, Olivia Rodrigo, Green day, Ren, Arcade fire, Cassia, Noah Kahan, Orla Gartlan, Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan, Arthur Hill, Sam Fender

Tv shows - Doctor who, Young Royals, Heartstopper, Ghosts, Wednesday, Disenchantment, The Simpsons, Horrible Histories, Shameless (Us), Bob’s burgers, 9-1-1, The thick of it , QI, Taskmaster, Inside No 9

movies - Stardust, The princess bride, Attack the block, Flushed away, Scream, Hoodwinked, Corpse Bride, Hot Fuzz, V for Vendetta, Wallace and Gromit, Scott Pilgrim vs the world, Barbie, The lost boys, Shrek, About time, Grand Budapest hotel (ask to see my letterboxd and i’ll marry you)

colour - Orange 🧡🍊

AVFC 💜🩵

that’s all i can think of for now, i always try my hardest to be accessible and use image id’s etc, i’m not great at using tone indicators but i’ll always tag if something is sarcastic / a joke.

I’m not sure if this is necessary or a done thing but hey i’m doing it anyway :)

so yeh nice to meet you all, pls be my friend (I’m terrible at replying but i am really nice & give good advice xox)

[elvenbeard]

WIP Wednesday Whenever

I always miss doing these on Wednesday XD Anyways, thanks for the tag @wanderingaldecaldo and @katsigian !! :D

V's background story

I'm currently writing a somewhat loosely structured fic about how my V became who he is in 2077. The first chapter is set in ~2067, and over the course of the next decade he meets some important people and makes decisions that eventually have him ending up at Arasaka, against all odds. I have 4 chapters basically finished, just started on #5 and know where to continue with the following ones, and honestly having such a blast xD I would like to publish everything eventually, but there's some dark stuff and topics kinda personal to me going on, too, so I'm a little hesitant still. But eventually!!

One of my favourite scenes from the latest finished chapter:

“I’m such an asshole,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands for a moment, elbows propped up on the table. Jackie, digging back into his beans and eggs, raised an eyebrow.

“A little bit, maybe,” he sneered, causing Vincent to look up at him through his fingers, “But sometimes you gotta be an asshole to survive.”

“You’re really one-of-a-kind in this city, Jackie,” Vincent then said, “Never scheming, plotting, trying to gain something with every step you take…”

“Eh, wouldn’t even go that far,” Jackie shrugged, “I did mean it when I said it’s good to have friends in unusual places. And I was hoping, initially, to have you as my contact to Night City’s high society. Would have given me an edge here or there, might still.”

Vincent laughed weakly.

“Then I was right about that at least. ‘preciate the honesty.”

“Hey, telling the truth can be the most efficient way to hide it sometimes,” Jackie said, unexpectedly profound words coming from a mouth full of baked beans, “But as I said… Meanwhile I’d rather just be your friend and see if I can help you find your path.”

2. Small Comic

I love doing comics, I'd love to do more complex ones, but occasionally, for silly little ideas, short and simple works best xD This one sort of revolves around Nibbles and Kerry's and V's age gap. I'm almost done with the lineart, I want to do colours but try to keep it simple (knowing already that I will fail at that; simple, I do not know her).

3. Fixer's Notes

I got tagged by @f001onthehill a while ago in a tag game where NPCs of Night City (in this case the Fixers) give some commentary on V. I loved that idea so much that I wanted to go all out and do a little VP shooting with V and all the fixers. Given how the gigs work in game I went to see each of them maybe once or twice in person, but would like to imagine that V actually meets up with them more regularly and yeh xD This is still an ongoing thing cause I got distracted with other VP projects in the middle of it, have only done Dino (cause he's my fave) and Rogue so far, but want to get to the others soon, too :3

Some unedited shots:

And, bonus outtake/behind the scenes: V moments before his untimely death, he will be sorely missed

I'm tagging everyone who wants to share what they're currently working on! XD Tell me about your projects!! :3

[welidot]

Hina Khan

This Biography is about one of the best Actress of the world Hina Khan including her Height, weight, Age & Other Detail… Express info Real Name Hina Khan Nickname Hina Profession Actress Age (as in 2023) 35 Years old Physical Stats & More Info Height in centimeters- 158 cm in meters- 1.58 m in Feet Inches- 5' 4" Weight in Kilograms- 56 Kg in Pounds- 123 lbs Figure Measurements 32-24-34 Eye Colour Black Hair Colour Black Personal Life of Hina Khan Date of Birth 2 October 1987 Birth Place Srinagar, Jammu & Kashmir, India Zodiac sign/Sun sign Libra Nationality Indian Hometown Srinagar, Jammu & Kashmir, India School Not Known College CCA School of Management, Gurgaon Educational Qualifications MBA Debut Debut TV : Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai (2009) Family Father- Not Known Mother- Not Known Sister- N/A Brother- Aamir Khan (Younger) Religion Islam Hobbies Playing basketball Controversies When Karan Mehra quit Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai in june 2016 due to serious health issues, his wife, Nisha Raval posted an emotional message on Facebook about her husband's commitment to the show. Rumour mills went overdrive stating how he did not gel with co-star Hina Khan, who plays Akshara. Favourite Things of Hina Khan Favourite Food Moghlai food Favourite Actor Salman Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, Aamir Khan and Angad Hasija Favourite Actress Kajol and Smriti Irani Favourite Color Sky blue Favourite Perfume Love of Pink by Lacoste and Burberry Favourite Restaurant Veda in Connaught Place, New Delhi Favourite estination Italy, Goa, London and Kerala Boys, Affairs and More of Hina Khan Marital Status Unmarried Affairs/Boyfriends Rocky Jaiswal (a.k.a Jayant Jaiswal) (Supervising Producer) Husband N/A Money Factor of Hina Khan Salary 1 lakh/episode (INR) Net Worth Not Known This Biography Written By www.welidot.com Read the full article

[pocketedxoxo]

omg <3 thanks for the tag!! 🥰

favourite colour: purple or green!

last song: ooh i think it was l’amour de ma vie by billie eilish, off of her new album before i went to sleep

last film: yeh jewaani hai dewaani - literally my FAVOURITE bollywood film, has so many memories

currently reading: the shatter me series, wof series (for my bsf LMAO) and pride and prejudice. it’s a whole array of genres HAHAHA

currently watching: so much 😭 uhh, started maxton hall for my cousin! and me and my family are working our way through the star wars movies

currently craving: chocolate too!! i love chocolate so much omg

coffee or tea: hmm it depends. rn i wld get a coffee fs bc it’s like nearly 10 in the morning, but sometimes i love tea too. iced tea is great!!

tagging!! @lesbeanie @thund3rfox-greenhouse @jolteonsparks @jamespotterbbg (hope nobody minds xx)

i would tag prev but there’s no point in that hahahaha. anyone else can also join!! 🥰

Hi Lela ( @staringathesunbabe )!! Oh my gosh, thank you so much for thinking of me! I’m so happy!

Tag game! Rules: answer and tag people you want connected with and get to know better!

Favorite color: turquoise! Light, bright turquoise, like this👗

Last song: Cassandra by Taylor Swift. It’s so Regulus coded 😭😭😭

Last film: Howl’s Moving Castle 🏰 I re-watch it when I’m in a Mood (😡)

Currently reading: I just read What’s in a Name? by writeonclara. It’s a Sherlock fic for Sherlock/John Watson and it’s very cute and lighthearted!

Currently watching: re-runs of Sherlock! I love his deadpan humor haha!

Currently craving: Funyuns 🧅 gimme that onionnnnnn 😮😮😮

Coffee or tea: tea 🫖 please!! 🙏

Tagging @lifeandlies-of-regulusblack and @chasingthestarss ❤️❤️❤️

[lily-sinful]

1) entrance view

2) where she writes/keeps her stuff relating to the twin adder

3/4) she has a lot of books!

5) dinner table

6) important magical theory research desk and Maximum Coze armchair (for snoozin)

7/8) sleepcat

9) bonus bikinicat

[seanfalco]

welcome to hell | part one.

[ masterlist ]

When you win VIP passes to Scream Fest, a traveling horror carnival, you convince your fellow ASBO-mates to join you for a night of fun and harmless scares, but the horrors turn all too real when a masked serial killer begins to target you and your friends.   Luckily at least one of you is immortal.

Word Count: 2.6k  Tags/Warnings: slight nathan x reader, light sexual themes, violence, stalking, blood/gore, character death (mostly nathan lol), part of the Bad Kids’verse/reader has same power   

a/n: I’ve been dying (haha) to write this fic since last Halloween and I’m so excited to actually get to it this year!  Based on the film Hell Fest, I thought it would be the perfect environment to place our favourite Misfits (and you!) in.  A huge huge thank you to both @santacarlahorrorshow​ & @super-unpredictable98​ for being my sounding boards and helping me brainstorm this bad boy out.  You guys are the best.  <3

The chill of autumn clung to you despite your jacket, misting your breath as you made your usual early morning trek across the estate to the Community Centre.  Most of the trees you passed were shedding the last vestiges of autumn already, their colourful foliage scattered across the concrete beneath, at the mercy of the breeze while their empty gnarled branches twisted toward the sky, leaving the Brutalist landscape around you feeling starker than usual.

However, today, not even your approaching community service hours could put a damper on your mood.  

“You’re in a good mood today,” Nathan observed as you walked into the locker room to change, a noticeable spring to your step.

“Yeah, what’s up with you?” Curtis asked, shutting his locker door while Alisha turned from studying her reflection to watch you.

“You get laid last night or somethin’?” she asked, her glossy lips twitching mischievously as her eyes flicked to Nathan who stiffened slightly, peering at you warily from his own locker door, silently hoping that wasn’t the case.

“No, even better,” you exclaimed, your eyes lighting up as you pulled out the envelope you’d received that morning in the post to hold aloft.  “I won VIP passes to Scream Fest this weekend!”

“What’s that?” Nathan asked, thanking the lord he still had a chance with you. “You don’t know?” Alisha scoffed, throwing him an incredulous look while Kelly rolled her eyes.

“It’s only been advertised like everywhere since th’beginning of the month,” she added.  “Where’ve you been?”

“Well excuse me,” Nathan shot back, pointing across the room at her, “I haven’t exactly been payin’ attention to th’tellie lately, seein’ as I’ve been livin’ in the Community Centre!”

“There are posters for it plastered all over the estate, we’ve been scraping them off the Community Centre walls all week,” Simon pointed out, to which Nathan made a face at him.

“It’s like a traveling horror night.  There’s rides and games, and haunted mazes,” you explained, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.  “I’ve been dying to go since it was announced they were comin’ to Wertham this year, but the tickets sold out like th’moment they went on sale.”

“You said you won the tickets?” Simon asked, running a hand over his hair to make sure it was straight before shutting his locker door.

“Yeah, I entered this drawing and I won th’grand prize!” you answered, letting your gaze sweep the room.  “You guys wanna go with me?”

Curtis looked to Alisha who gave a shrug.  “Yeah alright.”

“Sounds like fun,” Kelly replied while Simon’s face lit up at the idea of being included.

“And you?” you asked Nathan, cocking an eyebrow at him.  “Or are yeh too pussy t’come?” you teased.

Nathan made a face as he let out a huff of air as if he couldn’t believe you’d said that.  “I’m no pussy!” he exclaimed, sauntering across the locker room to throw his arm around your shoulder.  “Course I’ll be there, you’ll need someone t’hold your hand when y’get scared, after all.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin.

“Great, that’s settled.”

——

“I heard that a year ago a girl was murdered at one of these haunted attractions and they didn’t find the body for several days.  Everyone thought it was just one of the props,” Simon said as the six of you waited in line to get into the park.

“Oh my God, why would you tell us that now as we’re about t’go in?” Alisha exclaimed, throwing Simon an incredulous look and drawing her arms around herself.

“That’s bullshit, it’s probably just an urban legend,” Kelly dismissed, but Simon shook his head.

“No, it’s true!” he insisted.

“Stop freaking everyone out, man,” Curtis exclaimed, putting an arm around Alisha’s waist.

“Who’s freaked out?  I’m not freaked out!” Nathan insisted, slinging his own arm around your shoulders protectively, though the way his voice went up in pitch made you wonder otherwise.

“Well, if there were a killer on the loose, it’s not like you can die,” Simon argued and Nathan made a face at him.

“Yeah sure I’m immortal,” Nathan agreed with a scoff, “but it ain’t like dyin’s a cakewalk or anything’!  I ain’t lookin’ t’be killed just for a laugh.”

“Guys, c’mon,” you groaned, afraid your friends were about to bail on you.  “What are th’odds of that even happening?”

The others looked at each other and shrugged.  “You have a point,” Kelly agreed.

As you got closer to the entrance, you passed out everyone’s tickets and VIP wristbands.

“Oooh VIP, fancy,” Nathan giggled, looking down at the neon pink band you placed around his wrist.  “What’s this for?”

“This’ll let us skip the lines for the rides and mazes,” you explained, putting yours on last.  “Plus, there’s a whole section of the park that you can only get into if you have these.”

“What’s so special about that section?” Curtis asked and a wicked grin crossed your face.  “The scariest maze is in there and the actors are allowed t’touch you,” you answered, wriggling your fingers for dramatic effect.

“They can touch us?” Alisha cried.  “Eh, no way am I goin’ in there!” she exclaimed, obviously worried about the actors accidentally activating her power.

“Oh, don’t be such a pussy!” Nathan laughed, letting out a playful shriek and backing up when Curtis turned to him angrily.

“You know what happens when people touch her!” he spat, shoving his finger under Nathan’s nose and you hurriedly stepped in to calm your friends down.

“When we get there, you can give her your jacket to wear,” you suggested.  “As long as her arms are covered there’s nothin’ t’worry about.  Right?” you asked, turning to Alisha who reluctantly nodded.

“Yeah alright,” she agreed.  “Let’s get this over with.”

“That’s th’spirit!” Nathan joked, steering you toward the main gate.

Once you made it through the line to the entrance, your tickets scanned, you stopped in the midst of the park’s main thoroughfare, gaping at the sights around you.  Performers dressed in different horrifying costumes and masks roamed the area just waiting to startle park goers, creeping through the colourful smoke that blanketed the ground and swirled around your ankles, obscuring everything like a fog.

“So, where d’you wanna go first?” you asked, opening the map of the park so the others could see.  “There’s a pretty tame haunted maze right ahead,” you mused, checking the ‘thrill meter’ next to the attraction’s name.  “Shall we start there and work our way up?” 

“Yeah alright.”  “Sounds good t’me,” several of your friends agreed.

“If y’get scared, you can hold onto my arm,” Nathan offered, wearing a shit eating grin as he leaned in closer, puffing his chest out.  “I’ll protect yeh.”

Just then, an actor in a clown costume came up behind you, lunging at you with a bloodcurdling shriek as he passed and Nathan let out a high pitched scream in response, hastily stepping behind you to put you between him and the clown.

After your initial spike of adrenaline passed, you couldn’t help but laugh, turning to give Nathan a playful shove.  “Oh sure, you’ll protect me, huh?”

Barely keeping an amused grin from his face, Nathan shrugged, throwing his hands up.  “I was startled, it was a reflex!”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you jumped again as almost immediately another costumed performer jumped out of the bushes on your other side to scare Alisha and Simon.  Kelly merely glared at the guy in the Scream mask, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an unamused eyebrow.  The actor pantomimed shrugging exaggeratedly before hurrying away to scare another group nearby.

Noticing she’d grabbed onto Simon’s jacket instinctively, Alisha scowled and quickly moved closer to Curtis who shook his head in amusement.  “Y’know, th’more you scream, th’more they’re gunna mess with you, right?” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I know!” Alisha snapped back, annoyance lacing her tone.

“It’s fun bein’ scared,” you laughed, your voice carrying, “as long as its all make believe, anyway.”

Little did you know that not far behind you, your words had caught the attention of a passing stranger in a mask, his head down and hands shoved into the pouch of his dark nondescript hoodie.  Raising his head in your direction, he stopped, watching you for a moment before changing his course.

“Alright, we ready t’do this?” you asked, glancing at your friends as you stood in front of the entrance to the first maze, the building looming imposingly out of the darkness.

“I guess,” Alisha whined, bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically radiating nervous energy.

“Oh c’mon,” Kelly exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe we should let Kelly do th’honours,” Nathan suggested, gesturing for her to go first.  “Th’first poor sod t’jump us’ll think twice next time after gettin’ a fist to th’face,” he laughed.

“You sayin’ something?” Kelly demanded, rounding on him, raising her hand to smack him.

“Just that you’re th’type t’punch first and ask questions later,” he yelped, dodging her attack.

“Alright, come on then, y’pussies,” Kelly exclaimed, marching forward and you followed eagerly.

Inside, the foyer looked like the entrance to some demonic version of a Catholic school.  Black lights illuminated splotches of neon paint splattered across the walls and floor.  Behind the front desk sat, at what first glance, looked like an animatronic nun until Curtis and Alisha posed for a photo in front of her and she snapped a ruler against the desk, startling them.  

Alisha let out an annoyed huff as Curtis laughed at her and she marched past him, her arms folded tightly over her chest.  “Alright already, let’s get this over with!” she cried, gesturing for you all to follow her.

Passing through the next corridor, you noticed several doors lining the walls and prepared yourself for another jump scare.  When a door to your right flew open and a costumed actor jumped out, you laughed as several of your friends let out shrill screams of surprise, Nathan included.

“Scared?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him as he once more stepped behind you.

“No!” he snapped back, pushing you forward.  “I have nerves of steel, baby,” he boasted, putting on a brave face and puffing his chest out.

“Uh huh, then how come you’re cowerin’ behind y/n, huh?” Kelly taunted, and Nathan’s mouth fell open.

“I ain’t cowerin’!” he shot back.  “I’m just… protectin’ her backside,” he insisted.

“I doubt many of the scares are going to come from the way we’ve already been,” Simon pointed out, a tiny smug grin twisting his lips.  “Just admit you’re scared, Nathan.”

“I am not!”

“Psst,” you hissed, tugging at Nathan’s sleeve.  “If you pay attention, I think the next actor’s gunna come out on the left,” you whispered, giving him a head’s up.

Nathan nodded, bracing himself as the group continued moving forward.  This time when the next scare arrived, it came from a door on the left, just like you’d guessed, and Nathan barely flinched, though his hand sought yours by your side.

Stepping into the next room, you looked around, waiting for the next scare, but nothing came.  It appeared to be a classroom of some sort, filled with desks, most of which were toppled over and stacked in piles.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Nathan laughed, letting himself relax when he found the room empty save for the six of you.

“Maybe that’s what they want you to think,” Simon muttered, his eyes wide as he scanned the corners for any hidden threats while a rather unsettling soundtrack of ambient sounds played in the background, heightening the suspense.

Without warning, a girl suddenly stumbled into the room from the opposite direction, sobbing and clearly distraught.

“I guess there’s your scare,” Curtis said, letting out the breath he’d been holding.

“He’s right behind me!  Please, you have t’hide!” the girl exclaimed, not waiting for any of you to move as she scrambled under the blackboard to hide behind a set of curtains.  Moments later, a man in a twisted mask stepped into the room from the same direction, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled up, obscuring every bit of his appearance.  His head swiveled from side to side, searching for his prey, until he noticed the six of you and he stopped, staring as if intrigued.

“Oooo scary!” Nathan taunted, barking a laugh, and the masked stranger moved closer, sizing you up, his head tilted slightly. 

“That’s one ugly mask, mate.  I’m sorry t’hafta tell yeh—” Nathan’s words had the man’s gaze swiveling to him and he stepped forward, standing nearly chest to chest with Nathan, looming over him intimidatingly.

“Your girl’s under there,” Alisha exclaimed, pointing to where the frightened actress was “hiding” in an attempt to get the guy’s attention back to his intended prey and away from you.

The masked man tilted his head the other way, his gaze lingering on Alisha before he strode across the room to where she’d pointed.  Kneeling, he pulled back the curtain and reached in, grabbing the girl by the hair and hauling her out as she kicked and struggled in his grip, sobbing dramatically while tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Pulling a knife from his hoodie pouch, the masked man raised it slowly, looking to you as he held it in the air above the girl who continued to struggle feebly.  

“Please, please help me!” she cried desperately until he covered her mouth, her heels sliding and kicking uselessly against the tiled floor.  The actor, however, seemed not to pay her much mind, his shadowed gaze trained on you and an uneasy shiver slid down your spine.

“Just do it, already,” you scoffed, more than a little creeped out by the actor’s intensity; you just wanted him to get it over with so you could get out of there.

At your words, the masked man brought his knife down into the girl’s stomach, his eyes never wavering from your face, and for a moment when he pulled his blade free to plunge it down again, the actress going limp, your mouth went dry and a spike of alarm pierced you.

Even if it wasn’t real, even if the blood that stained her shirt was merely coloured corn syrup, something about the scene unsettled you.

“y/n, let’s get out of here!” Alisha called from the other side of the room, and you turned, finally noticing they’d moved away and you turned once more to the masked stranger, who was getting back to his feet before you.

It couldn’t have possibly been real, could it?

“y/n, c’mon,” Nathan insisted, grabbing your wrist to pull you away when you didn’t move.

As you stumbled after Nathan, searching for the maze’s exit, everything sounded muffled beneath the rush of blood in your ears.  Finally bursting outside, you gasped, doubling over to rest your hands on your legs and catch your breath.

“Holy shit, talk about dedication!” Curtis laughed.

“No kiddin’, that was intense,” Kelly agreed as your friends shook out their nerves beneath a small tree.

Nearby, another masked actor screamed, catching a girl and stabbing her while she shrieked, her alarm turning to laughter when the actor revealed the knife to be fake and you felt relief wash over you.  

“It had seemed so real,” you breathed, straightening; the masked man’s intense stare still haunting you.

“That’s what y’wanted, isn’t it?  T’be scared?” Nathan asked, grinning cheekily and you gave him a playful shove, the rest of your tension melting away.

“C’mon, let’s go get a drink and play some games,” he suggested, slinging his arm around you.

“Sounds good.  You gunna win me a stuffed animal?”

“Definitely!”

As Nathan led you away, his laughter ringing in your ears, you felt eyes on your back and you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder.  Outside the maze’s exit, the masked man stood, watching you walk away.  When he noticed you staring, he slowly lifted a finger to the front of his mask where his lips would be and the vague sense of unease you’d just managed to shake off began to creep back in.

taglist: @super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator​

[tutuandscoot]

Hey friends 👋 I hope you don’t mind me sharing some personal stuff on here but when I share it where it’s meant to be shared I can’t gush about how much I love VM so I’m gonna do that part of it here. In my (other) free time I do embroidery art and one of my fave things to make are world maps (coz along with being obsessed with VM I am also a geography/cartography/geopolitics nerd 🥸) and recently I’ve made a bunch inspired by T’s dresses:

This one obviously inspired by the TE MR dress.. this really the first time I’ve ever worked with red but I’ve been wanting to make something with this inspiration for a while so I’ve been collecting lots of red beads and gems over the last few months and the result I think is really cool coz it’s so textural. The silk roses are cut off this very elaborate trim (not very resourceful of me but I needed to put roses on it somehow).

This one is inspired by her 2011 Latin FD costume. It’s really hard to see when it moves but the left side (her left) of the dress has a zig zag pattern where to the left of it there are pink beads and stones mixed in with gold and to the right is the fringe trim. I did the same pattern on the map but made it a bit more obvious the colour distinction coz I felt putting latin fringe on a map I have to try to sell to others who have no idea of the reference was a bit much.

This one is based on ‘Umbrellas’. This one is really just colour inspired coz this dress is quite simple. I used a lot of soft wool to mimic the softness of the dress. It has pearls coz earlier in the season she wore a pearl necklace.

And lastly (for now) and maybe my favourite is the Carmen Map. This one I got pretty strict with making it match. In a fan meeting video from COR 2012 she explains a bit of the detail of the dress: black lace over grey so it reads black, but has a bit of depth to it, purple mixed in to make it modern and where they didn’t want to do typical red, gives the costume just a bit of colour. I used hard angle gemstones to mimic the rawness and sharpness of the movement. The chipped/look beads are a homage to the kinda ‘mental snaps’ their characters have, like as they go through the program they become more and more broken.

So yeh.. like I said I cant go into that much detail when I post them on my lil small business Insta so I thought maybe some on here would appreciate it😘🥰

[imagines-mha]

◇ haikyuu and their music tastes◇

daichi: he has the most generic music taste 💀 💀 mr brightside was his most played song of 2020

suga:  i just know he loves boybands. one direction, the vamps, semi-ironically big time rush i just KNOW but also,,,, twice stan

asahi: hozier 1000% i will die on this hill that he stans hozier. also ricky montgommery vibes

noya: 100 gecs satisfies the itch in his brain like nothing ever has. 

ennoshita: he thinks he’s the king of indie-rock because he listens to wallows and declan mckenna but his taste is so good you cant even argue w him

tsukki: he is the epitome of every single genre mixed into one massive chaotic playlist. we got alec benjamin, we got fall out boy, we got 90s top hits. anything u want boo hes got it except for ed sheeran

yamaguchi: he listens to so much soft boy music it’s uncanny. im talking mxmtoon, jack stauber, beach bunny he has the aesthetic COINED

yachi: look at me and tell me she isnt an emotonally unstable swiftie who literally loses her shit when the opening of blank space plays. dorothea’s her favourite song bc shes gay.

kuroo: everyone is jealous of his music taste. literally everyone. you know all those songs that make your entire body switch astral plane? like midnight city by M83? they’re HIS type of songs

kenma: cavetown, lil peep, joji. anything that just screams i want to fucking vibe no more no less

aone: bom bom by sam and the womp was his most listened to song of 2020 and futakuchi didnt sleep soundly for a week after finding this out

futakuchi: he lies about his music taste bc he wants to be edgy. listens to BTS and 1975 religiously. stans melanie martinez and he wishes colours by halsey was written about him

kogane: he unironically listens to nyan cat i promise

oikawa: still not over his electra heart faze rip. when hes sad he cries to lana del rey, when hes happy he raps nicki <3 its equality

iwa: literally no taste. he listens to whats on the charts. sometimes bazzi and chase atlantic but thats it

yahaba: u know those instrumental playlists on youtube like “you run away with your lover in the middle of the night” by olivialee. yeh <3

makki: his spotify playlists all scream mental breakdown. Mitski, Lana del rey, and pheobe bridgers are his golden trio, but the SECOND Katy Perry comes on he is UNHINGED

ushijima: he doesnt listen to any music. semi tried introducing him to hozier once, and he latched onto take me to church like it was holy bread for 14 months straight

tendou: mother mother’s music was crafted simply for tendo. and when he’s listening his body ASCENDS

semi: thinks he’s the ultimate edgy boy smh but he has such a basc indie music taste IT HURTS. “Hey i like this band but theyre super underground you probably havent heard of them haha... theyre called arctic monkeys”

atsumu: hes so chaotic and for what. yes he knows every single word to WAP, yes he knows the say so dance, yes he cries to katy perry and ariana grande. you cant pin him down smh

osamu: listens to the soundtrack of a teen indie movie. wallows? tongue tied? electric love? theyre all in there. dua lipas holds a special place in his heart. 

kita: listens to a lot of chill k-pop songs and soft classical music whenever he’s studying but he doesnt really have a favourite song or anything like tht

suna: AM by arctic monkeys changed his entire view on music, but he doesn’t wanna sound like a mainstream tumblr girl so he just tells everyone he listens to lil peep

bokuto: good morning harry styles biggest fan. his favourite songs on fne line are TPWK, canyon moon and golden

akaashi: he has the most ethereal music taste omfg <3. he worships lorde, florence welch and hozier. folklore by taylor swift changed his life.

[pawnshopsouls]

The Throne World was not an ideal place to be. Noisy neighbours, locked in nigh constantly by the Witch Queen's jealousy, an all around upsetting place to homestead in. He planned to move as soon as the Guardians killed her. Of course they were going to kill her; they'd killed everything else thus far. However, sometimes, sometimes…

Sometimes he got something interesting in his area.

The sounds of combat were nothing new, but this was something else. He could taste it. Darkness, pure and sweet, better than Stasis, co-opted by the Guardians, and more refined than Nether, a favourite of his competitors. He could not leave on his own, so he sent out his facsimile, his homunculus, his…humansona, as Miush had so kindly called it. The muck of the swamp slid off his boots easily. Holomatter did not sully unless he wished it so; convenient for making an entrance. He watched as the crystals formed and shattered, followed the movement of the wielder as if he was observing poetry in motion. Then, the commotion stopped. The smoke cleared. He looked down at the man. He was faintly reminded of an event from a thousand years ago.

"You…are not…how I thought you would be."

His eyes narrowed slightly, the citrine colour glimmering in the faux Light of the Throne World.

"Good show, regardless."

@rhulks-legs

Towering walls of sharp obsidian spikes glinted in the murky light as the last of the hive squad crumbled into dust. The battle had been fierce. Streams of Hive and several of their light-bearing warriors had come to stop him from "stealing" their little "wish dragon." Poor Yuki, thin as a rail, or rather thinner than when he'd last seen her. Apparently, these bruisers had no idea how to take care of a tiny water sprite like her. Even worse, when he tasted the souls of the ones he'd taken to be his guides, it tasted like they didn't know how to take care of a soul either!

'Blundering boneheads couldn't take care of a pet rock!'

What was worse was that the taste of the soul lingered like mummy dust, and Bonely was not pleased.

"Eugh, mummified bodies, mummified souls—I dunno how yeh mummify a soul, but whatever it was, they did it! Augh!" The dark-armored titan made a disgusted retching sound and quickly brushed the putrid stuff from his dark suit. As he did, he looked up and made another wretched grunt. With a wave of his hand, the obsidian spikes began to crumble, falling into dust as they hit the ground. He waved his hand again, this time at a patch of dark indigo flames until they petered out, leaving stinking scorch marks that smelled of caustic tar.

Surveying his work, the false titan paused when he felt the weight of another presence in the area. It was a big presence and the smell of it reeked of death and the darkness of an abyss. 'What in the world?' he thought and jumped with a yelp when he heard another voice.

"Ohhhh, cheese 'n' Sovereigns!" he said putting a hand on his chest. "Hoo boy, yeh really had me got me there. Hooooo."

Catching his breath, Bonely leaned back, catching his breath and fighting to get back his composure. Taking a breath and giving himself a good shake, the dark-suited man turned to see another fella with.. incredibly unspotted clothing—how did he do that?

But even as he looked at the fella, he couldn't help getting that whiff of something bigger, stronger than what he was looking at.

'Ah, wonder who I'm dealin' with this time?' he thought and gave the man a grin behind his helmet.

"Well, I'm glad yeh liked it!" he called over, putting a hand on his hip. "Not exactly somethin' folks stop 'n' see, but I appreciate it all the same."

Looking around to make sure he'd put out all his fires and that all his constructs had been powdered, Bonely began his tough slog toward the stranger. "Though, I am curious," he continued, struggling through the mud, "what exactly yeh were expectin' of me in a place like this."

[folkloregirlfriend]

2,6,11,19 for the ask game !! 🤍

2. what are your favourite colours and why? yellow because it makes me happy, white because i just like light over dark, lavender because it calms me. i like all colours tho hehe

6. what are your favourite films? okay i'm not much of a watcher (i'm literally not a watcher i don't remember the last time i watched a new movie) but i'll list some of my favourite bollywood movies because that's all i can think of right now: jab we met, wake up sid, english vinglish, yeh jawaani hai deewani, taare zameen par, tara rum pum (pls it's not my favourite now but 4 year old me was obsessed with tara rum pum😭) there are many more but yeah-

11. what is your favourite song right now? this love (taylor's version) i'm so obsessed!!!! i liked this love but i never liked it this much!!! her vocals omg???? and i think a lot about "when you're young you just run, but you come back to what you need". also sidelines by phoebe bridgers <\3

19. what is your favourite plant? lavender <33

thank you so much 💌

[whatupmydudes01]

Shadow and bone rant because I have serious concerns for the people under the tumblr tag.. spoilers

I’m the first one to defend a villain, especially if it’s Ben Barnes, they tend to be more interesting characters with a personality.But you can not defend the darkling.

Everything the darkling did, tv show and book from scene one was manipulation to get what he wanted (expand the fold). He’s not the first villain to use romance to get what he wants and normally I love that trope IF it involves a morally grey character. Not a straight up evil character.

The darkling does so many things to claim Alina as he feels entitled to he as they’re both summoners. Starting with the kefta colours, knowing how she felt about it, he still pushed her to wear the black kefta and not the blue (she does end up with the black kefta but it’s her choice to wear it).

Multiple darkling stans find the scene where he tricks Mal into telling him alinas favourite flowers and then uses this information to ‘woo’ her, cute and iconic. It’s not cute or iconic. It’s basic manipulation.

Then he actually collars her! Like mutilates her body with the stag antlers against her will all so he can have control over her and her powers. When she calls him out on it, he still tries to manipulate her, telling her lies and lies and repeating how much lonely they both were, and how much they depend on each other, right up until the last ten minutes when his true plans are revealed.

He spends 8 episodes and a full book telling Alina how they are equal and they can rule together. And then proves they aren’t by stripping her of her will and putting her in impossible situations and forcing her to make impossible decisions and then blaming her for everything that was going wrong.

The tiny backstory we had was supposed to make us feel sorry for the darkling and give us the reason why he did what he did. And yeh it gave him a reason to create the fold - you could justify that. But you can’t justify what he did the Alina and genya and zoya and Mal.

Edited:::

@grishaverse-oddity made a great comment under the post that NEEDS to be mentioned:

“And the whole scene with Zoya and the Darkling in his room, where they explicitly state that he groomed her since she arrived in the Little Palace and used her as stress relief, in the books they only ever hint at it not flat out state it”

[writesowhatnext]

the teacher’s pet // neville longbottom

Summary: the reader visits their husband, Neville, at work

Request: Neville Longbottom but after the war, maybe being married and visiting him at hogwarts with your toddler?

A/N: this was so fucking cute I screamed also I wrote hagrids bit like a normal person but then I was like nope let’s be real here Hagrid has his own brand also I watched philosophers stone while writing this and oh boy Neville makes me cry

Reader: unspecified, parent

Warnings: children

“How was that, baby?” you asked, pleased to see your daughter’s smiling face cheerful despite the appariting. You sighed, releasing a shaky breath. “At least someone liked it.”

It seemed she was better at it than you were, you thought as you readjusted her in your arms and swallowed the bile that crawled up your throat from the process. She giggled as you shifted the gift bags in your hands and when you glanced at her, your chest tightened a little bit. She really was perfect. With her pretty green eyes and mop of dark hair, she had Neville written all over her face and you couldn’t help the way your heart soared as you looked at her.

“Come on then, darling,” you whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Walking through Hogwarts after so long was a strange experience. After the battle, they’d rebuilt all the fallen structures and the new and improved architecture of the school seemed foreign to you. Most of the hallways were familiar; at the back of your mind, you remembered running down them with Fred and George, sneaking off with Neville in the dark of night, silencing his worries with stolen kisses. You shook your head at the image of Ginny throwing a bat-bogey hex at Malfoy, a fond smile on your lips. There were so many memories that lingered in these corridors and one day your daughter would make her own. You were so wrapped up in your reverie you barely noticed the eleven-foot-tall man wandering down the corridor towards you.

“Y/N?” he said, drawing your attention away from the curtain you’d once hid from Filch behind, Neville’s grip eating into your hand with nerves. “Blimey, I thought that were you. Barely recognised yeh’-“

Hagrid stopped in his tracks as you turned around, your daughter taking a break from her goal of shoving her whole blanket in her mouth as she stared at the giant of a man.

“Now, who is this?” Hagrid asked, creeping closer and crouching down to make her less nervous. Your heart softened at the thought, even if he was still obscenely large and looming.

“Say hello,” you whispered, squeezing her leg lightly. The blanket dropped from her mouth as she grinned.

“Hello!” she squealed, reaching out to Hagrid with grabby motions. “Big man.”

He cooed as she barely managed to wrap her fist around his little finger.

“Oh,” he whispered. Tears filled his eyes. “She’s a beauty, she is. What’s ‘er name?”

You smiled, bobbing her up and down gently as you pushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Frankie,” you said. “After-“

“Neville’s dad, yeah,” Hagrid cleared his throat and pulled away, rubbing the tears from his eyes. “A great man was Frank Longbottom.”

He nodded solemnly. “How is he doing? And Alice?”

You paused, swallowing as you thought about the last time you’d visited Neville’s parents. It had been the same as the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before. It was always the same.

“They’re alright,” you said, an optimistic take on the situation. “As expected, I suppose.”

He nodded again before he straightened up, his eyebrows raising.

“You’ll be here to see Neville, won’t yeh’? It’s just turned lunchtime.”

You chuckled at him, biting your lip as you shifted the bags in your hand, remembering why you were there.

“Yes,” you said, watching Frankie with a small smile. “It’s this angel’s birthday today.”

“’Er birthday?” Hagrid thundered, earning a few grumbled murmurs from the portraits around you. “Well, in that case, yeh’ must get on; ‘ave to make sure she sees ‘er dad on ‘er birthday. You know where to find ‘im, don’t yeh?”

“He’ll be where he always is, Hagrid.”

You laughed again as he shooed you off, smiling as Frankie waved at him.

The walk to the greenhouses was a familiar one as you retraced the steps you’d made so many years ago; this time without the gaggle of students surrounding you, laughing and joking, but with your daughter in your arms, eating your jumper. You heard Neville before you saw him, his confused muttering carrying under the glass roof of the large room. A grin stretched at your cheeks as you finally saw him leaning over his desk, frowning deeply at a pile of essays on his desk. He looked up at you when a floorboard creaked underneath your foot.

“Hi, love,” he said absentmindedly, before returning back to his work, scratching away will his quill on the parchment. You smirked, treading closer.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, head darting up when he realised who was in his home away from home. “It’s you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, handsome,” you said, smiling as his chair scraped against the floor.

“Dada!” Frankie squealed, reaching out her pudgy little hands, her grin only widening when her father lifted her into his arms.

“Hello, little one,” Neville whispered, bobbing her up and down. He chuckled as she placed her hands on his cheeks, his eyes shining with an adoration that made your heart flutter.

“How’s my favourite husband doing, today?” you asked, setting the gift bags on the floor and kissing him on the cheek, moving to sit on his desk.

“I should hope I’m your only husband,” he said happily, tearing his eyes away from Frankie to look at you, the same adoring look in his eyes.

“You should be so lucky,” you said, grinning when he shot you a dry glance.

“I’m kidding,” you huffed, pecking him on the lips as he walked past. “What more could I ever want?”

You enjoyed the blush that spread over his skin, biting the inside of your cheek as he distracted himself by playing with Frankie, watching her tug on his finger. A strange longing filled your chest.

“How was she this morning?” he asked, turning to you again.

“Good as gold,” you said, waving your fingers at your baby girl. “Bit grumbly when I told her she couldn’t open anything yet, but when I told her that she’d get to see her daddy, she lit up like a Christmas tree.”

You brushed her hair from her face as he brought her closer to you, a wonderful pride flooding through him. “Didn’t you, baby?”

Her smile lacked teeth as she grinned a wide, wide smile, but that only made her cuter, her eyes lighting up like stars. 

“Time for presents?” you said, looking more at Neville than Frankie.

“What a great idea,” he replied, the high-pitched tone of his baby voice making you laugh. “Isn’t that a good idea?”

The greenhouse was filled with giggles and coos as Frankie opened her gifts. Of course, for a toddler, paying attention to anything long enough to reveal it from a colourful casing was a chore. However, with you and Neville’s help and baby-talk encouragement, she ended up surrounded by brightly-coloured and outrageously noisy toys. She was perched in Neville’s large swivel chair, her little legs far too short to reach the edge and she looked unfairly adorable. Neville came up behind you as you leant your hip on the desk, watching her play. His arms circled your waist and he leant his chin gently on your shoulder.

“She’s a little princess,” he said softly, hugging you to him.

“She really is,” you said, rubbing your hands over his.

“I’ve missed her,” he tilted his head agaisnt your own. “And you.”

You hummed.

“Thank you,” he said, pressing his lips to your temple.

“What for?”

“Her.”

A peaceful silence fell between you as she swung one of her toys in her grip, the bright yellow rattle already dripping with saliva.

“Hey, Nev?” you asked, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. You hadn’t anticipated your words, but something about the moment and the longing pulling at your insides made the words tumble out.

“Yeah, love?”

“Do you ever think about having another one?”

“Another what?”

“Another kid.”

He stiffened behind you and you gnawed at your lip, already regretting your question.

“Are you for real?”

You exhaled sharply before turning to face him, preparing to retract your words, but surprised to see a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I know she’s still so small, but she’s growing up so fast and wouldn’t she just make the best big sister? I know it’s-“

You were cut off when he pressed a long kiss to your lips, your mind drawing a blank as he turned you around in his arms, his hands settling on your lips.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, the same youthful sweetness you fell for displayed all over his face. “A hundred times, yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him for a moment before the sound of something hitting the floor garnered both yours and Neville’s attention. You turned to see Frankie grinning at you, her face resting on her chubby fists and her elbows on her knees. She looked wise beyond her years as she stared back at you both and as she started clapping, a delightful shriek slipping from her lips, you convinced yourself that she’d somehow understood.

“Seems like she wouldn’t mind someone new to play with,” Neville said, smiling brightly.

You just looked at him, letting your hand fall against his chest before you pecked his lips once more. You had to agree.

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Just a Couple of Notes (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Hello friends! Sorry for the inactivity, I've had a lot going on and have been dealing with mental health but I haven’t forgotten you! I was so happy to come on today and find that someone has messaged me a request, my first one yay - so I should get that out soon! This is a lil idea I had late one night, I didn’t really know I was going with it but wanted to get something out and actually kinda like it!! (just a warning bc the plot is a bit naff lol) Love you all sm - stay safe and healthy xxx <3

Word Count - 2300

Warnings - umm not that I can think of! An odd plot maybe? Too fluffy? Very OOC Pea?

Summary - you write notes to SP when you start work at Pops, it’s not long before he responds. But then there’s a bump in the road!!

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You're move to Riverdale was a quick decision made by your parents in Autumn when a new job opportunity arose. Within a week you were packed up and moving to the town leaving behind your friends, other family members and the quiet life you had gotten used to.

Riverdale was an odd place to you. You were used to the comforts and quirks of your hometown and for that reason your attention felt drawn to the awkwardness and divide and, what seemed to be lurking beneath the surface in your new neighbourhood.

It was about a week after your move that you had noticed the 'help wanted' sign in the window of Pops and were pushed to apply by Jughead who you had met the first night you had come to town. Besides Jug, you kept yourself to yourself, limiting your interactions to with your family and customers. Of course, it wasn't for others lack of trying, often Betty or one of Jughead's other friends would talk to you.  However, you knew that when you were old enough, you would move back to your hometown so didn't want to create too many ties.

That all changed when Sweet Pea started frequenting the diner.

He had come in asking for Jughead before noticing him in the corner and hurrying over. The way he sat with his shoulders hunched over and stony expression was intriguing to you, but you were quick to learn that he was as much of a 'mystery' as you were.

He always wore black in some way, had dog-tags round his neck that you longed to wrap your hand around and a curl on his forehead that you wanted to push back into place. If it wasn't for the few times that you saw him with Fangs and Toni, you would have thought him incapable of feeling joy but the way his face broke into a smile and his laugh carried across the diner was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster.

You were smitten with a boy you didn't know, the boy who was pegged as 'trouble' by Jughead when you asked about him.

Soon your want to know him overtook your want to keep to your solitude and that was when the notes started - that way you could still keep him at a distance.

-----

It was around 8pm on a Sunday that the first instance happened as Sweet Pea came to pay for his groups dinner. You had heard him complaining earlier that evening about how his English teacher was going to fail him if he didn't pass his next test with flying colours and you had subsequently spent your break writing out quotes from the book Jug had mentioned they were studying and exam tips you had found on google.

You passed the napkin to him along with his receipt and quickly left to serve another group (and avoid any embarrassment) missing the look on confusion on his face.

As you finished serving the table you turned back around you met his gaze as he reached the door. He threw you a quick wink and walked out leaving you standing with your heart racing and head spinning.

-----

For you it became common place after that day. Whenever Pea visited the diner, he left with a little note on a napkin that you wrote on your break. The notes ranged from help with school when you had overheard he was struggling to random facts you found or occasionally a cheesy pick up line. If you plucked up the courage to look, you often saw him smiling down at the notes when he thought no one was looking which made it worth it. You didn't expect a response, but it was something fun to do, and although the thought crossed your mind that maybe he it was making him feel awkward, he hadn't told you to stop so you continued.

He didn't respond, until one day he did.

You had just closed up for the night and were cleaning the tables when you noticed a napkin on the table where he had been sitting. You had given him a list of songs to listen to that day, slipped it onto the table as they paid and you hadn't seen anything then so were wondering if Sweet Pea had thought it odd and left the note but as you approached you saw the writing was not as light as yours. It had more of a scrawl to it.

'Don't walk home over the bridge today - Sweet Pea

PS. I like (your favourite band) and I like getting these notes :)'

And that's how your interactions were from that point onwards, he gave you a warning or a place to stay away from and sometimes something personal about him and you gave him a fact or compliment or anything you could think of. It wasn't much but it suited you both and you had had a few conversations with Toni and Fangs about how much he liked you and now a bigger part of you wanted to stay.

That was until Josie came along.

You had met Josie before, a couple of times, but your conversations were always limited to taking her order and the general waitressing 'stuff'. She seemed nice enough, but you hadn't seen her with a serpent before and since you were home schooling you didn't even know she knew them (besides Jug).

She sat with Pea for hours. Just the two of them. They spoke in whispers and you often caught at least one of them sending you quick glances. You did not want to infringe on them so let one of the other waitresses serve them both ignoring her questions on why there was a sudden change.

You thought back to all the longing looks, all the flirting both in notes and over your waitressing and of the fact it all was or at least seemed reciprocated.

That was the first time since you had first served him that he left without a note.

-----

He didn't come in again for another week or so. Everything was getting on top of you and your plan to move back 'home' was once again in your mind despite weeks of not speaking to your 'friends' or thinking of your life before Riverdale.

You felt odd. You knew that you had no ties to this place besides Jug but one part of you thought your plans to move away were based on the actions of Sweet Pea rather than your lack of connections.

You knew that you had no real relationship with the boy, it was only notes passed back and forth. You couldn't claim to know him or be his friend as you hadn't exactly spoken much but one part of you felt drawn to him and hurt that he didn't feel that too - he would rather step out with Josie.

If looks could kill, in that moment, both Sweet Pea and Jughead would be dead from each other’s stares. Jug was your confidant on all Sweet Pea matters. He had listened to you gush about how adorable Sweets was and in the last week had listened to your complaints. He knew that the actions of Sweet Pea may drive you to leave and he desperately did not want you to leave.

So here in the diner at 11pm, glares were thrown towards Pea by Jug who was sat with you whilst you were on your break. And glares were thrown right back in his (or your?) direction by Sweet Pea who had settled in a booth by himself.

You were the only one working that night so knew that you would have to serve him eventually so as your break ended, and Jug left the diner you walked over to him.

'what can I get you?' you said breaking the unsettling silence.

'Just the usual please.'

'And what would that be?' You knew his order. Of course you did. But part of you felt spiteful and hurt and you wanted him to feel that too. But you regretted it immediately when he turned to you with a look of sadness on his face.

'Come on Y/N. You know my order. I've only not been in for a week.' Maybe he was trying to joke to get rid of the tension.

'Yeh maybe I do and maybe in the week you've been MIA, you've forgotten that we don't serve food after 11. So, I'll ask again, what can I get you?'

'Just a chocolate shake please.'

You walked off to make the drink but were pulled back by a strong hand and a falsely strong voice. 'When were you going to mention in one of you notes that you're dating Jughead Jones?'

You scoff. 'When were you going to mention you're dating Josie McCoy?' You pulled your arm out of his grip. And turned to look at him. He looked confused. 'Yanno Sweet Pea, you were here last week with her? Has your memory gone?'

'I'm not dating her.' He splutters out.

'You know what Sweet Pea; I don't care who you're dating or not dating. It was only a couple of notes between us. So, I'll just go make your shake and you can sit here if you want or leave if you would prefer. And when you come back next week I won't be here.' You leave to make his shake but when you come back, he is not there, but a napkin is in his place.

'Sorry - SP'

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A couple of days later you were packing all your bags in the back of a rented pickup truck, ready to take a long road trip back to your hometown with Jughead. When he arrived, you said goodbye to your family and jumped in the passenger’s seat, Jug had agreed to take the first shift.

You made light conversation and sung along to the radio for about 20 minutes before you noticed that Jug was taking a wrong turning.

'You're going the wrong way.'

'Y/N, please don't hate me. He made me do this.'

'Okay Jug, what's going on, you're scaring me.'

'You know you said that Josie and Sweet Pea had been in Pops? Well, it's not what it seems. Just listen to him yeh?'

'Jughead Jones where am I?' He guided you out of the truck and led you down a path into what appeared to be a small forest. 'you better not be murdering me Jones.' You joked. 'I was going to road trip with you and all.' He rolled his eyes and remained silent.

He had led you to a clearing, told you to wait there and then ran off.

'Jones.' you shouted. 'Jones, come back here. Stop messing this isn't funny.'

'Did you know that the inventor of the frisbee was cremated and turned into a frisbee when he died.'

You jumped and turned around, shocked at the new voice in the quiet forest. 'Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?'

'Did you know that 12 bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin’s basement? You wrote that when i was studying for History.' You looked down and saw in his hands a pile of papers. Napkins.

'Here's one of my favourites - Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. I'm Y/N. That was one of the first notes you gave me, remember?' You nod. 'Well thing is, it was never 'only a couple of notes' to me. I really like you, or I think I like you from what you've said about yourself in the notes. Just tell me now, did I read it wrong? I know you're leaving, I just wanted you to know.' His voice remained strong throughout, but his eyes did not hold the same confidence.

'What about Josie?'

'What about Jughead?' he retorts but quickly breaks into a smile and shows he was joking. 'Me and Josie aren't a thing. We used to be. I really liked her, but she didn't like me and then last week she came and told me that she suddenly did. But I told her I have a thing for this amazing girl who knows too many pickup lines and facts about dinosaurs.'

'really?'

He cleared his throat and looked down at a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. 'do you have a band aid?' you look at him confused. 'because i scraped my knee falling for you.'

You break out in a smile and walk closer to him, reaching out to his hands and then running yours up his arms and resting them on his shoulders 'Maybe let's leave the pickup lines to me. What google search found you that one?'

He pulled you closer and wrapped his other hand around your waist. 'I searched -how to get the pretty, witty, lovely waitress to fall for me-.' You giggled and brought your hand to rest on his cheek. You saw pure adoration in his eyes and hoped he saw the same in yours. You lent in and gently placed your lips on his in a quick and innocent kiss. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, he was smiling the brightest smile.

A question came into your mind as you noticed all the napkins strewn across the floor, you looked up with him through your lashes with your head tilted and asked. 'Did you really keep all my notes?'

'Like I said Princess, they are more than just notes to me.'

You felt complete and knew that in a couple of hours you would be unloading all your stuff again back in Riverdale because there really was something to stay for.

[dracofeltonmalfoy]

You’re Beautiful

Pairing: Draco x Y/N

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1762

A/N: Baldy, no nose voldy doesn’t exist, Pansy being the bitch she is then being put in her place

This was a request, @hiilikeanimelol hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xxx

Y/N was the prettiest, the smartest and the funniest girl anyone had ever met. She was a pureblood Slytherin, but soon became almost everyone’s favourite. At first people thought she would be a bitch, but as time went on they realised she was the sweetest Slytherin anyone had met. Most of the boys over 6ft were fawning over her...notice how I said OVER 6ft, that's because she was the tallest girl at Hogwarts, which meant despite her having so many positives people only saw the one negative (not a negative at all) her being taller than most boys, like it’s not the girl’s fault that being tall was in her genes. Halfway through her sixth year she had started dating THE Draco Malfoy, who was an inch or 2 smaller than her, which to be very honest he didn’t care about AT all, but obviously there’s always that ONEEEE person who has to muck up everyone’s minds and in this story we can all guess who that one person is. The one girl who drools over Draco. Pansy pug - face Parkinson.

“Y/N, do you realllyyy think you and Draco look good together? Like I aaammmm your best friend and you know I will never, ever give you wrong advice, like you look like h-” “And as I am her boyfriend I think that Y/N should stay away from a best friend who constantly wants to ruin her relationship AND drools over her boyfriend. Aren’t I right love?” “Draco, please. She’s not wrong, I look horrendous next to you. I’m too tall, I can’t wear heels without looking like I can touch the top of the astronomy tower, which means I can’t wear heels to balls, which means I don’t look elegant enough. I’m like 2 inches taller than you, not that you’re small, it’s just I’m too tall. You’re, you’re perfect and I'm far from it. You deserve someone who looks good with you, who suits you, not someone who looks like your older sister.” Draco was lost for words, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say. “See you can’t even deny it Draco, we are better off without each other.” and with that Y/N walked out of the common room, tears welling in her eyes.

THAT NIGHT

It was around 11:30pm and the common room was surprisingly empty for a Friday night. The fireplace was lit and the room was more warm and cozy than usual, but Y/N couldn’t feel the warmth, she didn’t feel calm, the only warmth she wanted was the warmth and calm she got when she was snuggled into Draco’s side, with his arm wrapped around her waist and her head on his shoulder, with him humming the most out of tune song. She was really craving that warmth, but she knew it was better to try and forget about it, it was better for Draco and anyways not all soulmates end up together. She sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace remembering the time her and Draco smelt each other in their amortentia, she was so lost in her own world she didn’t notice the tears falling down her cheeks and the box that was on the table in front of her.

After about 10 minutes she snapped back into reality and saw the neatly wrapped box. “When did this get here?” she asked herself. “Y/n? This is for me?” she opened the box to find a note, “Though my beauty is becoming I can hurt you just the same, I come in many colours, I am what I am with any other name. What am I? Oh, in Salazar’s name a riddle, great, I wasn’t put in Ravenclaw for a damn reason! But anyways, what’s the answer? OHHHHHHH a rose, easy. I should’ve been put in Ravenclaw.” She turned the note around to see something else written on the back. “I knew you’d find the answer, in this room there’s a rose hidden, find it and solve the next riddle. Great, now let's look for a rose. Or should I just do accio rose? Mmmmmm maybe not. Who is this though?” Y/N goes around the common room looking for this mysterious rose, when she spots it on the windowsill. “Right ok what does this say? ‘I know you’re thinking about who I might be, but solve these riddles and they will lead you to me. I watch what you’re doing and you see me in everyday life, I have been around for many, many years and only I know if you’re right. What am I? Ok creepy that you watch me, but what are you? Only you know when i’m right, you watch me and you’ve been here many years? THE PORTRAITS! Ok what does this say? Well done Rose, you figured it out, the last riddle is near the answer.”

Y/N walked out in confusion, only her friends called her Rose, only her friends knew her middle name, so it’s one of her friends? What if it was Zabini, he did have a die hard crush on her and now she wasn’t with Draco was he trying to shoot his shot? She looked around the hallway to find the last riddle and saw a piece of parchment floating in the middle, she went and grabbed it. “Ok, last riddle, ‘what's full of anger, full of tears, full of happiness, explodes, screams, roars at you and waves goodbye?’ Okkkk?!?!?! I have no idea, what the hell is this supposed to mean? ‘If you don’t understand, turn around, enter the room again and listen to the sound.’” She turns around to enter the common room, “Pureblood.” The doors opened and Y/N went back inside, she closed her eyes and listened. “Hold up, the lake, THE ANSWER’S THE LAKE!” without wasting another second she ran out to go to the lake, but stopped halfway. “Why am I running, it’s probably just Blaise, calm down y/n/n.” After catching her breath she made her way to the lake, only to see no one was there. “Great, no one’s here, i’ve probably just made a fool of myself. Well fucking done y/n/n well fucking done.” “I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I'm sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?” She knew this voice too well to be mistaken, “Love” He carried on with his riddles, “3 words, 3 syllables, 8 letters, the hardest to say, but the easiest when both know it’s true, what is it?” “I love you.” there was silence for a few seconds before Y/N spoke again, “Draco stop, where are you please come out.” “How’d you know it was me?” “Well, maybe because you spoke like 2 seconds ago?” “Oh right yeh, um…” “Draco, what do you-” “You listen to me and now DO NOT interrupt. Understood?” “Stop acting like a-” “UNDERSTOOD?” “mhm”

“Y/N Rose Y/L/N, you are the prettiest, cleverest, awesomest, amazingest-” “They’re not even words.” Draco looked at her with the ‘woman I told you not to interrupt me face’ “Oh, yeah, my bad, sorry.” “Let’s start again shall we?”

“Y/N Rose Y/L/N, you are the prettiest, cleverest, awesomest, amazingest, nicest, kindest, not to mention sexiest, girl I have ever, ever, EVER seen,” Draco says as he starts to walk towards her. “You are perfect for me, you are the one for me and honestly Y/N I mean it when I say you are the one for me. I don’t care if you’re slightly taller than me, it just makes kissing you even better, I don’t care if you don’t wear heels or not, because who the fuck wants blisters or aching feet anyways, why can’t you girls just be comfortable? I don’t care what dumbass Pansy says, who listens to her shit? All I care about is you. Making YOU smile. Making YOU happy. Making YOU feel like a princess, no queen, because YOU deserve it. Because YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see that anyone who chats shit is jealous of you? Why can’t you see that I’m madly in love with you damn it and I can’t help but fall more and more in love with you every single day? Why can’t you see that I don’t care how tall you are or how small you are or how slim you are or how fat you are or how many spots you have on your face or how your hair looks? I only care about if you’ve eaten or not, if you’ve slept or not, if you’re stressed or not, if you’re overworking yourself, if you're hurt? Because you’re beautiful for me in every way?” He was now standing right in front of her, holding both her hands in his. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you for who you are on the inside not for how you look on the outside.” he sighed “Please don’t cry.” I-i’m sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Parkinson, I’m so so sorry. I-I love you too.” “You don’t need to be sorry and Miss Y/L/N I was so nice to you and all I get is I love you? I have kisses from the WHOLLLLLEEEE day to catch up on! That is so not fair!” Draco said, making a puppy face.

“Last name basis now? Wow, I thought 2 minutes ago you were madly in love with me and now-” she was cut off by Draco’s rough, chapped lips against her soft ones, they stood there for some time with their foreheads touching and hands intertwined. “Fine, the only last name I’ll ever call you is Malfoy, because I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” “I love you.” “I love you too”

THE NEXT MORNING

“Yeahhhh, Y/L/N broke up with Draco, but don’t worry if he needs someone, which he surely will, I’ll be there for himmMMMMMWHATTHE? Y/N, Draco, I-I-I thought you-” “Broke up, thought wrong bitch, move on and stay out of the way, try something again and I’ll give your ugly pug-face a makeover, without surgery.” Y/N seethed. “Feisty, forgot to mention that last night” Draco whispered, making Y/N giggle and Pansy storm out of the Great Hall, resulting in the whole Slytherin table erupting into laughter.

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