#I’ve literally never heard it spelt out before

[nyquil-nightmare]

hearing scully say P-E-T scan instead of just PET scan threw me for a loop

#does that make sense #I had to think about what she was talking about for a sec #I’ve literally never heard it spelt out before #dana scully #the x files

[weelittleweasley]

meet the wealseys (f.w.)

prompt: you met fred at the joke shoppe when you had first arrived from america. after dating for a little while, he asks you to come and meet his family. needless to say, your visit to the burrow was one you’ll never forget.

pairing: post war! fred weasley x fem! american! reader

warnings: mention of the war and death, food and eating

word count: 6.4k

Diagon Alley was much different than what you had pictured, but in the best way possible. The tight quarters were packed with people as you pushed through, looking at the different store fronts, seeing how each one was uniquely different and magical. This was not what you were used to in the States, but you knew that you would become adjusted very soon. The hustle and bustle was refreshing and exciting for a young girl starting a new life abroad. As you continued to stroll along the alley, people called out to each other, exchanging sickles and galleons for merchandise, laughing and hugging each other, poking a smile onto your face. There were many stores to choose from, but you kept your eyes peeled for a store front that jumped out at you.

It didn’t take long for that to happen.

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, the banner clearly spelt out with a animatronic person, tilting his hat up. Number 93 Diagon Alley. 

Your curiosity stirred inside of you as you shrugged and pushed the front door open. Sounded interesting enough. As you entered the shoppe, you were instantly greeted with screaming children, things zooming past you, and so many colors. The shoppe itself radiated childhood joy which made your heart soar with excitement.

Walking through out the store, you quickly realized that this was a joke shoppe with countless amounts of products. Ones that you were familiar with and others that you had never heard of. You laughed to yourself as you saw Dungbombs and U-No-Poos. “Clever,” you spoke to yourself as you continued to walk through the aisles of the stores. Whomever started this joke shoppe clearly had an affinity for their childhood and having fun; something you could gladly get on board with.

As you walked around, you saw how excited everyone was in the store. It was full of life and nostalgia and joy. There was laughter, smiles, and cheering; how could one not love it here? The store’s energy itself made you want to stay forever. As if England couldn’t get any better.

You filed through the shelves, shuffling through brightly colored packaging and funny titled products that brought glee to your face. Maybe you could purchase a few things and send some of them home back to your family and friends in America. They would get a kick out of these. Slowly, you had accumulated a pile of toys and such in your arms. I must look out of my mind, you think to yourself. A 20 year old girl by herself in a joke shoppe, carrying poop themed jokes. 

 “Need a basket?” a voice calls from behind you as you flip around. Standing there was a tall, well dressed man with flaming red hair gelled swiftly away from his face as he smiled at you. His chocolate brown eyes were warm and comforting and his smile was enough to have you weak in the knees. “Seems like you got your hands full,” he speaks before ducking his right eye down in a cheeky wink.

His forwardness took you by shock. You stammered for a second before finally speaking, “Yeah, sure, thank you.” He hands you a basket that you dump all of the products in. “I appreciate it, thanks,” you smile back at him.

The red haired gentleman speaks, “It’s my job. Literally.” You chuckle lightly, nodding your head, realizing he was the owner of the shoppe. The uniform, the proud badge he wore on his suit jacket, the amount of confidence he exuded. It made sense. “You’ve got a fine selection of products in your basket, I must admit,” he smiles, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some of our bestsellers.”

You smile back at him, tilting your head, trying to get a read on him. Was he trying to flirt? Or was he just trying to make a sale? “I suppose that’s why I’m buying them. Although, not all of them are for me, I must admit,” you sigh. “I’m sending some to my family back home. Figured my brother will like it.”

The owner nods his head, “Ah, yes. Nothing a brother loves more than poop themed pranks. What a brilliant sister you are,” he winks as you lightly chuckle. “I figure home is the States for you?” he asks as you furrow your brows, wondering how he knew. “Your accent. It’s pretty recognizable,” he laughs as you roll your eyes. “What brings you to London?”

At first, you hesitated sharing your story with a business owner of a joke shoppe that you had just met. But there was something about him that made you want to trust him. “I graduated from Ilvermorny four years ago. I decided I wanted to move out of the States to find other work to see if there were more job opportunities here. I moved here about a month or two ago,” you tell the flame haired man who leaned against the wall, listening to you intently as his eyes darted from your eyes to your body, quite obviously checking you out. You gulp when his eyes meet yours with a smirk on his face. Within an instant, you decide to play his game. “Besides, there are cuter men in London.”

He chuckles at your joke and nods his head. “Understandable. Seems like you moved for very important reasons,” he replies as you blush. “Can I check you out?”

You freeze. “Can you what?”

The gentleman laughs at your surprise. “Your merchandise? Can I ring you up?” he clarifies as you exhale a breath with a blush, lightly laughing before nodding. “Brilliant...besides, I’ve been checking you out since you walked into the store,” he simply states before leading the way to the cash register. Your heart stops as your mouth runs dry. At least he was honest. “I didn’t get your name,” he speaks as he ducks behind the counter, taking your basket and ringing up your things. “I’m Fred.”

Fred. The name suited him. You smile, “(Y/N),” you speak, extending you hand to shake his as he does so with a smirk on his lips. “The shoppe is really amazing. You must be proud of it,” you praise him as he smiles proudly.

“We are,” he speaks as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “My brother and I run the shoppe together. He’s my twin,” he reveals.

“Twin?” you clarify.

“Yeah, twin. Georgie!” Fred calls out into the shoppe. 

Suddenly, from behind a stack of boxes pops out a figure identical to Fred. “Good God,” you breathe out. The twin, now known as George, walks over to Fred as Fred slings an arm around his brother. As they stand next to each other, you realize just how identical they were. The only way telling them apart was the color of the shirt they wore. This would surely be trouble.

“George, this is (Y/N). She recently moved here from America,” Fred tells George who smiles widely at you, extending his hand to shake yours as you gladly accept it. “(Y/N), this is George, my twin.”

With a large smile, you speak to George, “Pleasure to meet you. I see where Fred gets his handsome looks from,” you joke around, making George laugh wildly.

“Oh, you’re brilliant. I like you already,” George beams before nudging his brother with a knowing look. Fred gave his brother a shove as George smirked at him, knowing exactly what was going on here. Unbeknownst to you. “Well, I hope this isn’t the last I see of you, (Y/N). I’ve got to go restock some shelves, but don’t be a stranger,” George tells you, very friendly for just having met each other. 

And just as quickly as he came, he’s gone, disappearing behind boxes. “He seems lovely,” you tell Fred who rolls his eyes, making you giggle. 

Fred shakes his head, “Ball breaker,” he huffs. “But he’s my brother. Gotta love him,” he smiles. “That’ll be three galleons,” he chimes. You look at him puzzled. There was enough merchandise there to be well over ten galleons, but he was only charging you three. But before you can protest, Fred speaks, “The new girl discount,” he winks as you smile at him gratefully before handing him three galleons. “I hope your brother enjoys his things.”

You look up at Fred and gulp. The fact that this complete stranger had you at a loss of words was beyond you. “I’m sure he’ll love them,” you speak honestly as Fred smiles softly. “I hope this isn’t the last time we see each other, Fred,” you reveal to him honestly. There was something about Fred that made you want to be around him. The life he had inside of him was enticing and exciting; he was different than other men you have met in London. 

Looking into your eyes, Fred gulps before speaking, “I’m sure it won’t be. In fact, since you’re still new to London, maybe I could show you around this weekend? I know a few good spots in the area. You know, since I’m a local.” 

His words make a grin appear on your lips as you nod your head, “That sounds really nice, Fred. I’d like that.”

“Wicked,” Fred breathes out as you giggle. “Saturday? We can make a day of it? We’ll meet here and I’ll give you a very comprehensive tour,” he wiggles his brows as you smile with a nod. “Until then, (Y/N).”

You give Fred a small wave goodbye before exiting the joke shoppe with two bags full of pranks and toys. And now a date for Saturday.

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“Fred, let’s get a move on! The shop opens in twenty and it’s new release day!” George yells from outside the bedroom door as Fred groan, cuddling further into your chest as you rub his back. “(Y/N)! Stop distracting my git brother!”

You chuckle as Fred calls back out, “Leave her out of this, you wanker! I’ll be ready in five!” George groans from outside of the door before you hear his footsteps disappear into the kitchen. Fred looks up at you as he lays on your chest, you brushing his floppy red hair out of his eyes. “I guess that’s my cue,” Fred huffs before peeling himself off you, rubbing his face with a groan.

It had been three months since you had met Fred that day in the joke shoppe. Three months since he had flirted with you and you had gone out on your first date. There was undeniable chemistry between you and Freddie. He adored how you loved to joke around, not taking yourself or anything too seriously. He adored that way you looked around London with such wonder and curiosity with wide eyes and smile. Fred loved the way you threw your head back with you laughed and gave his hand a squeeze. Fred loved when you bit back a smile when you teased him before giving in and falling into a fit of giggles. Fred was smitten with you and you him. You adored his confidence and professionalism, but you adored even more the way he could act like a fool at the drop of a hat. Fred was childlike in the best way possible. He was a breath of fresh air. He was what you needed when you moved here.

“Oh, come on, Freddie,” you sit up in the bed, Fred’s large t-shirt draped over your body. “It’s new release day! That should be loads of fun! Besides, after the work day is over, you know I’ll be waiting for you,” you kiss his shoulder blade. You worked just up the road at the Apothecary, so it was easy for Fred to run over and see you on his lunch break. That was Fred’s favorite part of the day. He secretly wished that you didn’t get another job, so he could easily run over on those lunch breaks to steal a quick kiss and see your face. Even if it was for three minutes. 

Fred begrudgingly pulls on his suit pants, huffing, “I can only hope that this release goes well. George and I invested a lot into this release and if it doesn’t do well, then we’ll lose a lot.”

You give your darling a knowing look, “It won’t do poorly, Fred. You and I both know that.” Fred gives you a gentle smile as he buttons up his shirt. “Come here,” you sit up on your knees as Fred walks over the edge of the bed. You pull his tie around his neck before tying it for him, something you knew he loved. “Today is going to be a brilliant day and you are going to sell out. I feel it in my gut.”

Fred takes your chin in his fingers, forcing your gaze up to his. His eyes look into yours with adoration before he pulls you in for a sweet kiss as you smile into it. Fred’s lips move gently against yours, making your stomach sway in excitement. Kissing Fred never got old. He gently pull away from you, pushing his forehead against yours. “I love you, angel,” he coos as you blush. He pecks the tip of your nose before sighing, “I’ll stop by the apothecary around lunch to update you on how sales are going.”

With a small nod, you watch him open the bedroom door and get ready to leave. “I love you, Freddie. You’ll be great,” you call after him as he sends you a wink.

“What about me?!” George’s voice booms from the other room. 

You laugh and sigh, “You’ll be phenomenal, Georgie!”

“Hah! I got a phenomenal and you got a great, Fred! Guess (Y/N) has a favorite twin!” George teases his brother as you hear a slap and George squeal an Ouch!

“Oh, would you shut your fat mouth and get downstairs!” Fred exclaims at his brother, making you chuckle. 

The sounds of the twins banter slowly faded as they descended the stairs of the flat down to the shoppe below. You smiled to yourself as you pried yourself off of Fred’s comfortable linens and forced yourself to get ready for your own job that awaited you.

Soon enough, the lunch hour rolled around and you were finishing helping a customer purchase a bunch of ingredients for a spell. “Have a lovely day,” you chimed as you handed her a bag full of her things.

As she left the apothecary, you exhaled deeply and arched your back, stretching the kinks in your back. Standing on your feet all day really took a lot out of you. 

The bell at the front door chimed signaling that another customer had arrived. Mindlessly, you begin speaking, “Good afternoon and welcome. Is there something I can assist you w-”

You are briskly cut off by a pair of lips on yours as you instantly melt into Fred’s touch, humming gently into your embrace. Fred pulls away with a large grin on his face. “Hi, Freddie,” you speak.

“How did you know it was me and not George,” he questions you, poking at your sides. “How do you know it’s not George right now pretending to be Fred? Huh?”

In between giggles, you manage to speak, “I know my boyfriend, Fred.” Fred halts his tickling as you smile up at him. “Besides, George has a more square jaw than you do. You also have calloused finger pads from opening boxes and George doesn’t because he carries the inventory,” you recount as Fred looked at you, quite impressed that you had little tells between him and his twin brother. “Anyway, how are sales going? Business booming?”

Fred smiles widely before you jump on the counter, Fred standing in between your legs. “Better than booming. We sold out at eleven in the morning. Nearly an hour after we opened,” Fred gushes as you gasp, pulling him in for a tight hug. You weren’t surprised that the release went well; the boys knew their demographic and always knew what the people wanted. “But that’s not all the good news, my love.”

You give your boyfriend and knowing look. “Really?” you ask as he nods. “Oh, I’m scared.”

“No need to be,” he chuckles. “I called my mum to tell her the good news and she thinks a celebration is in order. She invited us, all of us, to come home for the weekend. Everyone will be home. Me, George, Ron, Percy, Ginny, Mum, Dad. I assume that Hermione and Harry’ll be there too because bloody hell it’s not home without them. Mum even said that Bill and Fleur may stop by at one point! It’ll be a mini vacation! Isn’t that brilliant?” he beams.

But instead of cheering in glee, your heart freezes. Going to Fred’s childhood home to meet his family and his friends? Not just for dinner. For the weekend. You had no idea what to expect. You knew that Fred had a large family and he spoke highly about all of them. He told you stories of his childhood and Hogwarts and he always seemed to speak of it all with such love.

It’s not that you didn’t want to meet his family, you just didn’t want to not meet their expectations that they had for Fred. From the stories Fred and George had told you, Mrs. Weasley was very protective over her children. Especially after the war. With Fred nearly dying, she was especially careful with Fred. The last thing you wanted was to make his mother disappointed in his choice of a partner and even more terrifying, you didn’t want your beloved boyfriend’s mother hate you.

“(Y/N)? You haven’t said anything? You alright?” Fred snaps you out of your thoughts as you shake your head, bringing you back to reality. “Do you want to come home and meet my family?” he excitedly asks you, taking your hands in his as he kisses the backs of them tenderly, looking up at you hopeful for your response.

You couldn’t say no. It would break Fred’s heart. Besides, you were going to have to meet them eventually. With a deep breath, you reply, “Of course I do, Freddie love.”

Fred claps his hands together, “Wicked. Oh, this is bloody brilliant. I’ll have to run back to the shoppe and ring her and tell her to make an extra place setting for tonight.” Fred looks at you, childish joy bubbling in his eyes as you sigh softly, giving him a gentle smile. The look on his face made you fall in love with him all over again. “I can’t wait for them to meet you. They’re gonna love you,” he tells you, holding your face in between his calloused hands as you smile. “Godric, I love you,” he breathes before kissing you quickly. “Okay, I’ve got to get back to the shoppe. But after you’re done with work, go pack a bag, and meet me and George back at our flat. We’ll apparate from there!” 

And with that, Fred is out of the apothecary without another word, leaving you speechless, still sitting on the counter. As you sit there, just puzzled, your co-worker notices your predicament and laughs, “Meeting the family tonight, eh?” 

“Seems like it,” you gulp. 

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You stood nervously in the living room of the twins’ flat, overnight bag in hand as you nervously nibbled on your fingernails. George yelled things to Fred from his bedroom as the two twins chaotically packed their bags and gathered things for their weekend stay. “Do you think we should bring our own brooms?” Fred boomed from his room.

“No,” George yelled back. “The ones that are in the shed will be just fine.”

Brooms? Should you have brought a broom? Your eyes dart to Fred who emerges from his room, duffel in hand with a large smile on his face. “Should I have brought a broom?” you ask him.

Fred laughs and shakes his head. “No, all you need to bring is your beautiful, wonderful self,” he speaks, kissing your forehead. “Georgie, let’s get this show on the road!”

“Coming, coming!” George bellows before appearing from his room, backpack on with another small bag in his hand. “Would you like to do the honors?” he smiles at Fred.

“Thought you’d never ask, brother,” he beams before pulling his wand from his pocket. “Everyone ready? Got all their things?” Fred looks at George who gives him a confident nod as you feign confidence and give Fred a small smile. “Brilliant...” he trails off before with a flick of his wand and a whoosh.

And suddenly before your eyes, you are not in the flat anymore. Instead, lush green grass is beneath your feet and the smell of rosemary and thyme floats around in the air. Ahead of you stands a proud, tall house that have Fred and George grinning from ear to ear. They were home.

Within seconds, George speaks, “Last one inside carries up all the bags!”

Fred and George are instantly set in a mad dash as you roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile. You slowly walk behind them, carrying your bag, heart beating hard against your chest. The time was now and there was no avoiding it. 

When you reach the front entrance, George looks at you, “(Y/N)! You didn’t even try!” You laugh and shake your head. “Eh, it’s fine. We’ll force Ron to carry all the luggage upstairs,” George shrugs.

Fred appears and grabs your hand, pulling you inside with a bright smile. “Mum! Dad! We’re home!” Fred calls out before chatter starts blooming from all areas of the house, making your heart race. Fred looks at your nervous eyes and squeezes your hand. “No need to worry. I’m telling you they’re going to adore you.”

First down the stairs is Ginny, the only Weasley daughter. Her eyes land on her two other brothers as she grins widely. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she laughs before George scoops her up in a tight hug, spinning her around as they both laugh wildly. George puts her down only for Fred to do the same thing to his younger sister. “I missed you both so much. Home isn’t the same without you two,” she speaks to her brothers. 

Fred pulls his sister into his side, “We missed you too. Everyday we miss you, little.” Ginny smiles up at her brother. “Gin, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N). (Y/N), meet the littlest Weasley, Ginny.”

“I may be the littlest, but I’ll still kick both of your asses,” Ginny pushes her brother teasingly. Ginny smiles at you widely. “I’ve heard all about you. And by all about you I mean I’ve heard what Fred tells Mum who tells me,” she laughs as you smile. “Can I give you a hug?” she asks.

You smile, “Absolutely.” Ginny embraces you tightly as you smile widely. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Fred and George speak so highly of you.”

Ginny pulls away from her embrace and speaks, “They better.” You laugh. She had the same sense of humors as her brothers. “Your accent is so pretty. Well, I mean, all of you is pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Well done, Fred!” Ginny compliments, making Fred blush a deep crimson. “You could probably do much better than him, you know that?” she teases, making you laugh. You and Ginny would get along just fine.

“Alright, enough of all that,” Fred grabs your hand, pulling you away from Ginny. 

Shortly after Ginny’s arrival follows bumbling footsteps and a voice that says, “Full house already! Bill and Fleur haven’t even arrived. I’m not giving up my bed for anyone, hear me?” George immediately tackles the Weasley brother to the floor, making him cry out. “George, get the bloody hell off of me, you git!”

George laughs, “Aw, I missed you too, Won-Won!”

Fred bursts out into laughter before George climbs off of the tackled brother. “Hey, Ronald,” Fred messes up his brothers hair as Ron shakes his head with a smile. “Missed you.”

Ron smiles at his brothers, “Missed you both too. Although the tackle wasn’t appreciated.” Ron glares at George who gives him a firm pat on the back. “You must be (Y/N),” Ron smiles warmly at you extending his hand for a shake. “Really nice to meet you.”

“You too. Didn’t realize that it was customary for your brothers to attack you when returning home,” you laugh as Ron shakes his head. 

“Neither did I. Every day is a surprise here,” he huffs. “One second, pardon me,” he excuses himself. “’Mione! Fred’s girlfriend is here!” Ron calls up the stairs. “Gin and ‘Mione have been dying for another girl in the house for forever. She’ll be happy to see you.”

You smile at Ron, “Always good to have more girls. Gotta balance out the playing field.” 

As soon as you say that, who you can assume is Hermione along with another boy with jet black hair comes down the stairs, of which you can assume is Harry Potter. Ron was right about Hermione, she was over the moon to have another girl in the house. To quote her, she said, “Thank Godric. Do you know what’s it’s like living with mostly boys? Do you know how many times I’ve almost fall into the toilet because the seat was still up? Too many times, Ronald Weasley!” 

Harry on the other hand was much more soft-spoken, but equally as witty as Ron and Hermione. Again, making a comment based on how you were way out of Fred’s league. “Merlin, Fred, how do you do it?” Harry said. “(Y/N), blink once if you need help,” Harry joked, making Ron and Ginny crack up. You, of course, played along with the joke, blinking three times, making the friends laugh harder.

“Okay, okay, enough of that,” Fred pulls you away. “Percy! Mate!”

Coming from outside was who you assumed was Percy alongside Mr. Weasley. Both of them in work clothes, covered in dirt and such, from working outside. “Freddie! George!” Percy beams before engulfing his two brothers in bear hugs. The sight made your heart warm. The love that this family had for each other was enough to make you melt. “Great to see you again. You’re (Y/N), right? Lovely to meet you. So glad you could come over for the weekend!” Percy shakes your hand excitedly as you smile.

“I’m glad to be here!” you admit, now truthfully. Everyone was so lovely and warm.  Percy steps away so now Mr. Weasley could meet you. “Mr. Weasley, thank you so much for having me. I’m so delighted to meet you and your family,” you beam.

Mr. Weasley gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever seen and grabs one of your hands squeezing it. “We are even more delighted to have you as a guest in our home. Oh, and please don’t call me Mr. Weasley. Arthur is just fine,” he smiles. “Speaking of our home, where is your mother?” Arthur looks the the rest of the group as they shrug. “Molly! Your sons and their guest have arrived!!” Arthur bellows up the stairs.

Seconds later, a glowing older woman starts down the winding staircase in the middle of the home, beaming, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I was making their bed with fresh sheets. Now where are my loves?” Mrs. Weasley looks at her twins and tears start to form in her eyes. “Oh, my babies!” she exclaims as Fred and George engulf their shorter mother in a tight hug. “You boys don’t come home enough. I know the business is doing great, but please come home more. We miss you dearly,” she pinches their cheeks lovingly as George kisses his mother’s cheek.

Fred starts, “We miss you, too, Mum. Always.” Mrs. Weasley smiles at her son. “Mum, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Within mere seconds, Mrs. Weasley has scooped you into a hug, squeezing you tight as you giggle at the gesture. “Oh, my dear, it’s so wonderful to meet you at last. I can’t believe Freddie was hiding you from me all this time,” she gushes before holding you at arm’s length. “Beautiful American thing you are! Goodness, Fred, well done!” Fred rolls his eyes, making you giggle.

“It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Weasley,” you smile warmly at your boyfriend’s mother.

She instantly starts shaking her head, “Oh no, dear. My name is Molly. Not Mrs. Weasley. Please, I insist.” You smile at her with a small blush on your cheeks. It had only been ten minutes, but you felt more at home than ever. “You are just a peach!” she pinches your cheek. “Adorable. You hungry, dear? Cuppa tea? I have dinner in the oven. We’re having roast chicken. Freddie told me that was your favorite meal. Lucky for you, it’s the dish I’m best at,” she whispers the last part to you as you giggle.

This family was doing everything they could to make you feel at home and it was surely working. You felt like you belonged here. Molly linked your arms together, insisting you tell her everything you and Fred had been doing as a couple for the last three months as she made you a cup of tea. “Mum’s already stolen her,” George nudges his twin with a cocky smile. “Good luck trying to get her back.”

But you didn’t mind being stolen off by Molly Weasley. The woman was a delight. She was sweet, kind, and so thoughtful. Molly loved hearing the way you spoke of her son. “You speak of him like he’s the only man on this planet,” she coos as she poured you tea. 

You blush a wild shade of pink. Maybe you had to get used to blushing around the Weasley family. “He’s the only man on this planet for me,” you shrug. “Fred is a proper gentleman, Molly. Really.” Molly rolls her eyes, knowing how abrasive her own son could be. “No, seriously,” you laugh. “All of the boys that I’ve dated are all back in America, sure, but none can hold a candle to Fred. Honestly.”

Molly squeezes your hand, “And I hope it stays that way, my dear. The way that Fred speaks of you is unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him before. Hold onto each other. What you have already is worth it.”

“Thank you,” you squeeze Molly’s hand back. 

The dinner hour soon rolled around which meant the arrival of more Weasleys. As everyone was finding their seat, two more people apparated into the Burrow. “Bill!” Ron exclaimed before engulfing his brother in a hug. Bill stood tall next to a beautiful blonde haired woman who you assume to be his wife, Fleur. The couple was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Fred leaned down next to you. “That’s Bill and his wife, Fleur,” Fred confirmed your thoughts. “Fleur is part Veela. She has a...complicated relationship with my mother and Ginny. But no need to worry, that ship has sailed. She’s actually quite lovely,” Fred tells you as you nod.

Knowing that Molly Weasley didn’t instantly take a liking to everyone made you think about the initial reaction she had to you. It made you feel better how warm she was towards you, even though you wouldn’t wish coldness from the Weasleys on anyone. 

“Bill, Fleur, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N),” Fred introduces you to his brother and his wife. 

Bill shakes your hand with a polite smile. “Nice to meet you,” he beams. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Bill teased his brother.

“Keeping me a secret, eh?” you look at Fred.

“An American girlfriend! Oh, this is brilliant,” Bill laughs. “Looking forward to getting to know you,” he speaks.

You turn to Bill’s wife, Fleur who gives you a small smile. “Nice to see another girl in the ‘ouse,” she beams. “You are quite beautiful,” Fleur beams as you blush yet again. But this time it felt different. A Veela complimenting you on your beauty. “’ow did you manage to get ‘er, Fred?” Fleur keeps the teasing going as he groans.

“Bloody hell, I get it! My girlfriend is gorgeous, and American, and out of my league! Are we eating dinner?” Fred tries to change the subject which just makes everyone else laugh.

Dinner was divine. Molly really knew how to cook and boy, did she make a feast. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetables, gravy, bread and chocolate cake for desert. Fred had told his mother what you’re favorite foods were and she gladly obliged to making all of them to which you thanked her profusely for. 

Ron leaned back in his seat as the dishes were being magically cleaned. “You should come over more, (Y/N),” he rubs his belly, full of dinner, making you laugh.

Ginny sprung from her seat, pulling Harry up with her. “Well, digest quickly, Ron. The sun is setting and George promised me a game of quidditch before nightfall,” Ginny smirks at her older brother who groans.

“Quidditch? After this meal? What are you trying to do, Gin? Make me have a heart attack?” he complains. “Why can’t we do a morning game?”

“Cause you always sleep through morning matches!” Harry defends Ginny who smiles proudly at him. “Get your lazy arse up and get a broom!”

Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, and Bill all rise from the table and rush to the garden shed to grab brooms. You just laugh along with Fleur and Hermione at the table before you three rise from the table, walking outside to watch the game that would eventually descend into madness. 

Hermione runs ahead of you and Fleur and to the backyard, calling out, “I’ll be score keep!” 

Fleur turns to you and smiles, “’Ow are you feeling? I know the feeling of meeting the family for the first time. Although, I think you and I ‘ad different experiences.”

You give Fleur a knowing smile. “They’re a lovely family. I was very nervous to come here because I didn’t know how they would react to have a complete stranger in their house, but they’re really great. Freddie was right.”

Fleur links your arms together as you walk to a small clearing in the backyard as the lot before you hops on brooms and takes to the skies. “I know I ‘ave my ‘istory with the Weasleys, but they are very good people. Kind people. Genuine. And I know, Fred. I saw the way ‘e looked at you at dinner. The boy loves you very much. And being loved by a Weasley,” she looks up at her husband, laughing on a broom as he pats Freddie’s shoulder, “it’s the greatest feeling in the world. ‘old onto ‘im, (Y/N).”

Your heart swells at Fleur’s words. It was beautiful to see the way she spoke of Bill. How she looked at him. You could only wish that you had that kind of love with Fred. “Thank you, Fleur. That means a lot,” you squeeze her hand. 

The two of you look to the sky to see the lot waiting. “Are you all going to start this game or not? I wanna see some action!” you tease those in the sky as Fleur giggles next to you. “You gonna win for me, Freddie?” you give him a wink.

Fred scoffs, “Of course I am.”

The quidditch game had ended quite quickly after a brief thirty minute game, Harry catching the snitch with ease. “That’s what happens when you challenge the best quidditch player of this generation,” he sticks his tongue out at Ginny who rolls her eyes and shoves her boyfriend inside.

“Wonder what happens if I beat up the best quidditch player of all time,” Ginny speaks as Harry laughs before running up the stairs away from his girlfriend who had just lost the quidditch match.

As the group files back in again, Bill and Fleur make their way upstairs back to his old room. Ron and Hermione scramble into the living room, Hermione challenging Ron to a chess match, giggling as Ron places a sneaky kiss on her cheek, George throwing playful punches at Fred who slaps his bum, running away as George yells at him. Percy, who sits in the recliner groans, “Can you be any louder? I’m trying to read!”

George looks at Fred who has a devilish smile on his cheeks. “Be louder? Alright!” Fred exclaims before he and George link arms and start scream singing a random song that came to their heads, making you shake your head and laugh. 

Percy just leans further back into his chair with a sigh, but there is a small smile on his face as he watches his twin brothers, dance around the living room, occasionally letting a chuckle out here and there. 

You sit on the couch, observing it all take place. To an outside eye, the Weasley house looked chaotic. But really, it was perfectly orchestrated. Everyone had their own thing to do, but still interacted and operated alongside each other without fail. Ron and Hermione quietly playing cheer in the corner, little giggles here and there. Percy reading a book, curled up in the corner. Ginny and Harry running up and down the stairs, in and out of the house. Bill and Fleur upstairs, getting ready for bed. Molly in the kitchen, cleaning up before getting ready to retire to her bedroom where Arthur was surely waiting after finishing the garden work. Fred and George acting like fools in the living room, babbling about the shoppe. The house was like an orchestra, each person playing their part that was very different from the others, but they all clicked together to make beautiful music.

Beside you on the couch, Fred sits and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “First day at the Burrow. How are you liking it?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You cup his cheek with your hand, brushing your thumb against it. “It’s perfect here. I can see why you love it so much,” you admit as he smiles, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Your family is so sweet. I really adore them already.”

“And they adore you. Mum especially. She was gushing to Dad about you over dinner whilst you talked to Ginny and Harry,” Fred confides in you as your heart swells. His family liking you was all that mattered. “You’re smashing it. But I knew you would,” he shrugs as you giggle. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Kissing his lips gently, you speak, “I’m glad I came.”

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[irondadfics]

I’m looking for fanfics where Peter is Tony’s biological child and he goes missing/gets kidnapped as a young child. He is raised by someone else and doesn’t know he’s Tony’s son. I’ve already read Lost Boy and Things I Almost Remember on archive of our own and I wanted to find stories with a similar plot.

WHEW! It’s kind of a long list, but we did our best finding several fics that feature both BioDad!Tony and Peter being kidnapped at a very young age. ENJOY!!

PETER IS TONY’S SON BUT THEY WERE SEPARATED WHEN PETER WAS A CHILD REC LIST

Lost Boy by winterda

Isaac Stark disappeared from a crowded park a few months shy of his third birthday. There were never any signs of him, and no arrest were ever made in connection to the case. It was as if the toddler had simply vanished off the face of the earth. Twelve years later, Peter Parker has a really bad day, which only get worse when his prints are put through the system.

Things I Almost Remember by IcedAquarius @icedaquarius31​

Peter's past is not as it appears. It all starts one day with a genetics project and slowly spirals into something Peter never could have imagined.

hydra's not a home by tempestaurora @tempestaurora​

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

If They Knew All About You by MsHermia

Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high. Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.

Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.

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This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I'm starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing. Other than that I'm not too concerned about sticking to every canon detail and storyline.

Finding Their Way Home by ElliahRose

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark went missing on a Tuesday. For months the entirety of the New York police department, as well as anyone else the Starks could convince to join, searched for the tot. He was only three when he was taken and for four months, two weeks, and four days, Tony Stark and Pepper Stark (nee Potts) worried and fretted over their beloved child.

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark was murdered on a Friday. A ransom call gone wrong spelt the end of the child’s life. The world grieved as the kidnappers gleefully told the devastated parents they’d find his body in the morning.

They never did.

Twelve years passed and the family was still grieving, and Tony Stark worked tirelessly to find his only child’s killer and gain justice for his son.

Meanwhile Peter Parker was having literally the worst day ever. He just wanted to help make the world a better place, but instead he got stabbed. That's just his luck, isn't it?

missing, presumed dead by hailingstars @hailing-stars

They hadn’t had a funeral for Peter.

There hadn’t been a casket or a service inside a church.

There had been, before Tony decided in his heart that Peter was gone, candlelight vigils and pleas on the media for whoever had taken him to bring him home. Neither of those did any good. Neither of those brought Peter home.

OR

Tony Stark's son gets kidnapped when he's two. Twelve years later he comes back.

I told you to be better (and you became the best) by HaruK

Tony was blessed with a healthy baby boy, and for once in his life, was actually happy. Until everything derailed and he had to send his son away to keep him safe, because those related to the Stark family, one of the worlds biggest and most targeted families in the black market, always end up hurt. With a new name and identity that Tony himself doesn't know, the young baby was wiped off the map, his existence erased, never to be heard of again. . Years later, Anti-hero Iron Man meets a local superhero vigilante and Tony becomes surprisingly close with young Peter Parker.

The Curly-Haired Boy In The Paper by Svn_f1ower @svn-f1ower​

When Tony sees the blurry, grey scale photograph of someone he thought he had lost years ago, he follows the trail to a newspaper company, to a hospital, to an adoption agency, to the police station and finally to May Parker's house.

hold him tight & don’t let go by jessicagoddamnjones @farremoved

Peter Stark went missing when he was four years old.

Eleven years later, he’s found.

Only now he’s Peter Parker by day, Spider-Man by night, and he doesn’t like the idea that his entire life is a lie.

Rise from the Ashes; Just to See You Again by Mintstream @iwritedumbshit​

Tony Stark didn't expect Mary Fitzpatrick, or the news she delivered. He didn't expect that he would become a father, or that he would actually enjoy it. He didn't expect Penny to love him just as fiercely as he did her.

He didn't expect to lose her so soon.

In the wake of the loss of his daughter he tried--tried to do right by her. He became Iron Man, he was an Avenger, he protected his world because he couldn't protect his daughter, but through it all, he hoped to be reunited with his daughter.

He didn't expect to be alive when he was.

AKA the biological daughter kidnapping AU no one asked for. Hope you read, and hope you enjoy.

Updates on Saturdays.

Coming Home by inkinmyheartandonthepage

AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

A Change In What We Knew by Imissyoutoo @imissyoutoo

Tony scoured the floor behind Steve as though his one-year-old son had somehow crawled to him, before finally, he looked up. The realisation dawned on him like an eclipse; the decaying darkness hiding the sun. Hiding his son. Because his boy wasn't there.

”Where is he? Steve? Where's my son Rogers?!” At only a year old, Tony Stark’s son is taken, leaving him shattered. Little does he know, his journey to find what is lost only begins twelve years later. In the most unlikely of places, and all because of two words.

”Hey kid.”

I Found You by honestchick

Tony had a son; he raised him for two years until someone kidnapped him. Tony was devastated and heartbroken. And who would have thought in Starks Expo, he’d be able to see his son once again?

move back home forever by chasingflower @evahmohns

The results say he’s not actually Peter Parker.

They say he’s Peter Stark. You know, the one who’s been missing for 10 years.

Yeah. He knows.

Soon You'll Get Better by lostinmorewaysthan1

Peter Stark was kidnapped. That was all anyone knew. He vanished into thin air, no traces left behind, when he was eight years old.

Six years later, on one of the final raids on the HYDRA bases, they find an enhanced assassin, with super strength and the ability to climb walls. No one imagined that it would be Peter. Least of all Tony.

With no memory and brainwashed by HYDRA, Peter Stark goes home and tries to recover.

Let This Road Be Mine by CommunicationFlail

Ten years ago, five year old Peter Stark disappeared. When the trail went cold, the case was closed. Now new evidence has been brought to light and Tony will stop at nothing to get his son back. No matter how many fakes he has to meet. His son is out there, and he will find him.

Return to me, the one I love so endlessly by SuperHeroTiger @superherotiger

James Edwin Stark was born on the 10th of August 2001, and for the first time in his life, Tony Stark cried tears of joy.

All the fears, all the dread that had once consumed his soul washed away with a single look at the baby’s gentle features, so familiar and yet so distinctly unique at the same time. Tony made many promises that day. Promises to love his son, to protect him, to always be there for him.

On the 10th of August 2002, James Edwin Stark was stolen in the middle of the night, and his father’s world came crashing down. Shattered and alone, Tony whispered the same promise he’d made to his son the day that he was born.

‘…My love for you is endless…’

Fourteen years later, hidden away from the world in a forest of pine, Peter Beck would dream of a day he might get to see the towering city of New York. And when a wounded stranger stumbles onto their property a week out from his birthday claiming to be a famous billionaire from New York, his dream might just come true.

Once Lost Now Found by FreckledAvenger11

Peter Parker was just trying to get used to life without his uncle. He wasn't expecting to find a familiar face in an article about Tony Stark's missing son. Follow Peter on his journey to discover just who he is. Is he Peter Parker? Is he Spider-Man? Or is he someone else entirely? Just who is he and what secrets died along with his parents in that plane crash?

So He Walks The World Alone by Miola014

This is a story 'bout a broken boy With his headphones in just to block out the noise Of everyone around him telling him the way to go So he walks the world alone Wondering if it gets better Or if he's always gonna feel empty forever So he gets lost tryna find another way back home As he walks the world alone

Or

The Kidnapped Peter Stark AU that I promised y'all!

#fic rec list #tony is peter's biological dad #kidnapping

[1-800-nymph]

In 2019 you posted about the Taino supreme goddess atabey, you said that it is a closed culture so not to worship her but what if she’s my main spirit guide? As far as I know I’m not of Taino descent, I’m Filipino and Irish. Here’s the thing, I’ve personally communicated with atabey and travelled to another dimension with her while astral projecting. Back in august 2019, I was at the peak of my spiritual journey and it was the first time I had ever reached out and intentionally wanted to connect with my spirit guides. I had no knowledge what so ever about atabey, never heard her name before or knew much about Taino culture. In my astral projection to connect with my spirit guides, I was in a dark space with glowing white and yellow orbs surrounding me and then she called my name, Mya, and I followed her voice and there she was, a glowing orb of energy with long gorgeous hair. I asked who she was and she said “ My name is Atabey, I am your spirit guide”. I slowly left my astral body and snapped out of my meditation state and when I got up I researched her name spelt in so many various ways since I’d never heard of her and I finally found her and who she was. I had initially searched her name to see if she was ever an existing goddess at one point in time and turns out she was. Ever since I’ve talked to her and she is close with me always. She is the goddess of fertility and I have always been absolutely fascinated with the beauty and art of birth, I literally watch home birth videos in my living room on the tv all day LOL. I feel her close to me always. I’ve never started a true altar specifically for her but I’ve been wanting to lately ever since I just recently got a tarot reading as to who my spirit guides are and they confirmed she is still my closest and most prominent spirit guide in my life. They had no knowledge of her at all. They told me my spirit guide holds a very strong feminine energy. She is a goddess of water, she connects to you through storms and baths and any water work. She feels closest to you when you’re in water. She is a fertility goddess and she has such a nurturing, motherly love. These are all atatbey characteristics so I knew they were talking about her. I want to create an altar for her as I jus feel it wouldn’t be fair to not worship my most prominent spirit guide who is closest to me. I want to show her how much I appreciate her and how special she is to me. Would that be so wrong?

Hi, beauty! Thanks sm for sharing your experience & your appreciation for Atabey. I share your love & passion for her, it warms my heart to see others embrace her & worship her as she isn’t very known or worshipped heavily in the modern day.

So here’s the thing; I have updated my opinion since posting this. There are certain truths that are hard to see as is & accept. Witchcraft, spirituality, & religion is built on & used like a forum or fandom now a days. & is so forced to be politically correct. Spirituality feels very artificial when thinking of it as such. This is not the path I would like to walk I have come to realize nor do I want to spread this way of thinking any longer. I think it’s beautiful & liberating to see you, someone who is not of Taíno decent, to embrace our goddess who has been a little forgotten because of colonization & the white mans world forced upon Puerto Rico & The Dominican Republic. You are reviving her presence on earth which is so important & beautiful. So, to you & others, worship whoever you share such a bond & connection with. You’re on the right path & nothing you’re doing right now is wrong.

#important #chinawhitesworld

[nxrthmizu]

OMGGG CONGRATS ON 700!!! For the light festival pls can i request Daichi (romantic) i am a bubbly person who loves sports and being outdoors, whether its walks or just chilling in parks! I am also a big film buff and could watch and geek out to them for hours!! And 17 fluff? :)))

| Heart Eyes on the Ice | Sawamura Daichi 

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prompt | #17- Ice 

pairing | Sawamura Daichi x Reader 

words | 1.9k

author’s note | Thank you bby!!! And thanks for the ask, too 💕💕💕

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The laces felt smooth and light in your gloved hands as you tied them up into a ribbon. A sigh dropped from your lips as you warmed up by the side of the rink, mentally and physically preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. 

In the far horizon, the sun was just beginning to yawn and stretch, winking its’ blurry eyes open. The area around the lake was more or less empty, with the exception of a few of the technical crew that were running test runs with the lights. 

An elaborate light show had been set up above the lake, lanterns of all shapes and sizes dangling above the ice. You’d seen them turn on the lights while you were practicing, and you had to admit, the light show they’d prepared was pretty impressive. 

“Y/N!” Your manager called out to you with a smile, dressed thickly in a winter coat. “Nervous?” 

“Not really.” You shook your head, shrugging off your jacket as your stood up. You were dressed in a black sweater and a pair of grey tights, not dressing too thickly as you knew you would get warm as soon as you got moving. “I’ve practiced pretty hard for this one.”

Every year, a light festival would be held at the Shikotsu Lake during Christmas. A new theme would be used for the festival every year, and this year it had been ‘ice’, so they had invited you- One of Japan’s Olympic figure skaters- To perform at the event. 

She grinned. “I’m sure it’ll go off without a hitch.” 

“I hope so. I don’t want to let down the kids who come and watch.” You smile, remembering how delighted you were when you were younger and watched adult skaters pull off triple axels flawlessly on the TV. “Hopefully, I inspire some kid just like how Hanyu Tetsuya inspired me.” 

Your manager winked at you. “I’m sure you will! I’m going to go check with the sound crew to make you they’ll be ready to play the music, you’ll be fine, right?” 

You nodded, letting your shoulders relax as you made your way over to the frozen lake. A puff of white emerged from your mouth as you breathed out, letting your mind quiet down. Your fingers reached down for your blade guards, slipping them off easily. 

Pushing out onto the ice, your body and mind relaxed at the soft sound of your blade cutting across the ice. Gracefully, you stretched your arms out slowly, raising your left leg up to a 90 degree angle. Your arms reached backwards, you leg curving up so you could touch your ice skates with your gloved fingers. 

Your eyes scanned the lake, planning out where you were going to go. The routine you had practiced for days on end was at your fingertips, and after one more round around the lake, you were ready to begin. The music sounded in your mind, the track memorised by your brain. 

Humming along to the track you had chosen for the performance, you let your body move across the ice like it was something you’d been doing since you were born. You jumped, turning three times and bracing yourself for the landing, the clink of your blades against the ice a familiar noise. 

Once you had finished your routine, you started making your way back to land. Sighing as your let your momentum carry you to the edge of the lake, you urged your body to relax, prying any tension out of your muscles. Slipping on your blade guards, you decided to make your way back to where you had stashed your bag. 

“That was amazing.” Turning at the voice, you came eye-to-eye with a pair of warm hazel orbs, amazement lit and burning inside them. “I’ve never seen anyone move more gracefully.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, holding out your hand. The dark-haired man looked around your age- He was probably a university student, like you. He wore a dark-coloured jacket with ‘CREW’ spelt on the back, like all the others around the lake. “You are...?” 

He seemed to forget his name for a moment. “Oh! Um... Sawamura Daichi.” He said, having remembered his name. “And you’re L/N Y/N.” Crimson coloured his cheeks as he realised how stupid it was for him to declare your name- As if you didn’t know it. 

“Yeah.” You giggled. “That’ll be me.” 

He scratched his arm awkwardly. “Um... I should probably get back to work.” He admitted, sounding like he didn’t want to go. Looking behind you, he could see the other crew members, most of them university students like him, either giving him thumbs up or glaring at him. 

“Oh. See you later, then!” You shot him a smile, scolding and suppressing the way your heart jumped when he grinned and rubbed the back of his head. 

“I’d like that.” 

You watched him go with a dazed expression on your face. His cute, awkward smile caught you completely off guard. Sawamura Daichi, you repeated to yourself, memorising his name. Sawamura Daichi. 

“Earth to Y/N.” Jumping in shock when your manager waved her hand in front of you face, you caught yourself, flustered. “Someone’s got a little crush~” 

“I- Can you blame me, though?” You sighed guiltily. “He’s so...” You fumbled around for the right word. “Warm. He gives off that... Warm vibe. He seems like the kind of guy who would be a great boyfriend.” 

Your manager wiggled her eyebrows at you. “Lucky for you, I know what university he goes to~” 

“Really?” You perked up. Your excitement must’ve been too obvious, because your manager gave you a teasing look. 

“He goes to the same university as you do. He’s a sociology student, I heard he wants to be a police after he graduates.” Your manager informs you, nudging you un-discreetly. “And I know for sure he’s single!” 

A blush blossomed across your cheeks. “That’s good.” You murmured under your breath. 

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“Daichi, you’re literally making heart eyes right now.” Kiyoko cleared her throat. The two of them had signed up to help for the festival, Daichi working in the light crew while Kiyoko worked as an assistant manager. 

“Half of the crew already wants to kill you for being friends with Kiyoko-san, now the other half wants to kill you for talking to L/N-san.” Iwaizumi, who had signed up as part of the light crew, snorted. “Be glad I’m gay and dating Oikawa, or I’d want to murder you, too.” 

Daichi blinked. “... Thank you?” 

“Sawamura! Iwaizumi! Go help Katsuki, there’s something wrong with the lights’ timing!” The supervisor of the light crew hollered. “And Sawamura, stop flirting!” 

Kiyoko giggled as the two boys ran off, a fierce red dusting Daichi’s cheeks while Iwaizumi watched in amusement. Things were just getting interesting. 

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Fourteen hours passed very quickly, and before you knew it, it was time for your performance. Night had fallen over Shikotsu Lake, and the light show was just about to begin. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, feeling your heart drum against your chest. Somehow, this performance was more nerve-racking than your Olympic ones- Because you knew there would be kids in the crowd and you didn’t want to let down Miyagi’s future skaters. 

“Hey! You’re going to be fine.” A tap on your shoulder was all that warned you before you came face-to-face with Daichi, whose comfort-is-needed sense was tingling. “You’ve skated for Japan in the Olympics. You’re going to be perfect out there.” His voice softened, doing wonders to your hectic nerves. 

A breath left your throat. “Alright.” You smiled. “I got this.” 

“You got this.” He nodded, agreeing supportively.

You stepped up into the light, a spotlight directing down on you as you took a deep breath, stepping out onto the ice. Muscle memory took over, and before you knew it, your nerves were completely gone. The light show begin above you, shining down on the reflective lake in pinks, blues, and yellows. 

Daichi smiled proudly as he watched the light show accentuate your movements. You were the definition of beauty and grace; There was no doubt of that in his mind. Every movement you made was smooth and flawless, and you didn’t hesitate even once. Your skates carried you across the lake without pause, never faltering. 

“You’re doing it again, Sawamura.” Iwaizumi said dryly. “He’s got it bad.” He said to Kiyoko. 

Kiyoko giggled, holding a clipboard. “Yes, he does.” 

Your manager laughed in harmony with Kiyoko, agreeing. “She’s got it bad, too.” She said softly, Kiyoko blinking in surprise. 

“She... Likes him back?” Kiyoko asked lowly, dipping her head closer to your manager. 

“Yep. Don’t tell him. I want to see if they can figure it out without us nudging them.” Your manager grinned. “Let them dance around each other hopelessly for a while.” 

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.” Kiyoko smiled, gesturing to you, who had just finished your performance. The crowd cheered and clapped for you, some throwing a few flowers, which you picked up from the fresh snow gratefully. You bowed one more time. 

Iwaizumi chuckled as Daichi walked away from the group towards you. “There he goes.” 

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“That was amazing.” He complimented as he met your halfway, the two of you walking backstage, out of view of the crowd. 

You grinned, slightly breathless. “Yeah. I don’t think I could’ve performed like that if you didn’t talk to me before the performance.” Looking away, you blushed. And I know for sure he’s single. 

“I’m honoured that I could help.” He smiled widely, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. That seemed to be a habit of his, you noted with a fond smile. “They’re going to start the second light show soon. You want to go watch?” 

“Of course!”  

The two of you sneaked out of backstage discreetly, staying out of public eye. Daichi lead you to a more isolated part by the lake, the two of you getting comfortable on the snow. Thankful that you had worn your waterproof pants for the performance, you sighed contentedly. 

Lights begin to burst out in vivid colours across the sky, the set-up going off without a hitch. “Whoa... You helped set that up?” You said incredulously. “That’s so beautiful!” 

“Yeah.” He said shyly. “I had to research how to rig light timing before I showed up for set-up. It was worth it, I learned a lot from the professionals. I mostly just hung up the lights, though.” 

“It’s still awesome.” You insisted. 

He hummed, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as the light show ensued. “Are you cold?” He asked softly, noting that you were only dressed in the thin fabric that was your figure skating costume. 

“A little.” You admitted. Your eyes brightened when he opened his arms, allowing your to snuggle in between him, his larger body enveloping yours. Never in your entire life had you been so bold when approaching a relationship, but Daichi just had a warmth that drew you in, like a moth to a flame- Except the flame didn’t hurt the moth. 

Daichi breathed deeply, his heart hammering in his chest. You fit inside his embrace perfectly, like the two of you were two puzzle pieces that were made for each other. 

“Um. Are you free next Friday?” He asked you quietly as the light show drew to an end. 

“I think so.” You hummed thoughtfully. “I have skating practice Friday evening, but I’m free after 6pm.” 

“So... I’ll pick you up at 8?” 

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[blorbosexterminator]

I need to know what the Fighting Arena fic is about!

It's a first-meeting scenario. Literally nothing at all special about it, the name is just where the literal setting is. It's unfinished, wrote it around the time I was writing 'war' so a pretty long time ago.

I'll just put what I have from it here for you, which is really not much lmfao. I literally stopped before the rest of their meeting happened, and just never thought about it again.

"C'mon, hermanito, do a good one," he teased.

"Those were good ones!" Sergio stated, frustration already eating at his face. 

"You haven't hit me yet. I won't let you go until you do." He was tired, Andrés could see that very well. He might be pushing a little too far, excruciating his body beyond its abilities too soon, but he was already way too far behind. Andrés was so grateful he was relatively sickless now, but he was still so far behind boys his age, who looked twice and thrice his size.

Sergio prepared to throw his next punch, and Andrés raised his own guard.

"Little Sergio," a voice acknowledged, disturbing Andrés' attention enough to turn and look, but the other boy had already walked. Sauntered really, with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Walked away as if Andrés wasn't there.

He was clutched out of his thoughts by the look on Sergio's face.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," he said, throwing a non-successful punch. "I don't like him."

"Why? Did he do anything to you?" Andrés asked, his tone nothing like the previously playful one.

"No," Sergio said quickly, "No, not to me."

Andrés raised his eyebrow, Sergio looked around him then stepped closer. "He burned the owner's car, neither she nor anyone else could trace it to him, but I know that it is him."

Andrés chuckled. "Sergio, aren't you a little too old to play detective? Why would he burn her car and why would that bother you?"

"They had a little dispute over money, he walks around as if he owns the place and everyone should abide to him," Sergio spelt out quickly, disgust covering his tongue and face. "He's an insufferable, despicable human being."

Andrés threw his head back laughing, growing curious by the second. "And why do you care?"

"Why do I ca—?" he shook his head, "She's a great woman, and her life isn't perfect or anything because she owns the place. She doesn't deserve to lose her car and everything she had inside, —and possibly her life, she could have been in there."

"Yes, that was my intention. I did think she was in there," Andrés turned to his side to find the boy suddenly there, as if he appeared out of thin air. Andrés rarely —almost never—misses the movement of those around him, he must have been incredibly discreet. He interrupted Andrés' thoughts by a sudden bright laughter, throwing his head back. "Look at your face, Sergito, you totally bought it. Do you really think I'm a murderer?" he tutted. "Or an arsonist for that matter!"

The very first thought that jumped at Andrés as he saw the mirth in his eyes was yes, you are. It was so sudden, so unprompted that for a second it felt like it came from another mind.

Sergio didn't laugh, his face growing more sour by the second. "You could very well be."

He didn't deny it, only lifting his gaze off his brother slowly. Which made him more curious. Sergio could let his theories drag him off the ground, but there was something about his stance, the way words danced out of his tongue that made Andrés stop in his tracks; halten in a way that was peculiar to him. He sneered closer unto Sergio, the skin of his upper-body taut, and stretching like a cat's. Andrés found himself hyper-alert, prepared to move. But he only laughed lowly in his throat, "If you think someone's a killer, little Sergio, then you know better than telling them in their face," he cuckled, "Could be very upsetting."

He then looked at Andrés. For the first time. Tilting his head a little, with a frozen half-smile over his face, as if surprised by something. "Or so I've heard," he added, barely more than a whisper. There was a glint in his eyes, a marvelous dark green —or no,— not green.

"Martín," he said, his voice raspier and without the smugness he carried until now, he held out his hand, "Berrote. Martín Berrote."

Andrés shook it. "Andrés de Fonollosa." Then he added, to make it clear. "Sergio's older brother."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you," he was still holding his hand, "Andrés," he pronounced slowly, as if tasting a different language. 

#literally no idea where I was going with that #or what was going on in my head #I think it somehow ended up with robbery planning lmfao #this all seems so weird to me know #imagine you're boxing with your brother who was dying until like a month ago and some freak just shows up like that afsbsh #I hope you at least enjoy the hermanos #berlermo

[flowerslut]

With a world in mourning, a return to normalcy is nothing more than a fantasy. Trust betrayed and thousands gone, there are whispers of a movement stirring; and it has the potential to upend life as everyone knows it.

Meanwhile, Alice seeks to uncover her own mysterious origins, leading her down a dangerous path. Deception runs rampant, and secrets can’t be kept forever. Everything is shifting, and Alice can’t find her footing.

WALK IN THE DARK

An Alice and Jasper fanfiction. Sequel to Call of the Night. Coming this fall to an AO3 near you.

(preview under cut)

The car was barely shifted into park before Alice was flying out the door and up to the house, completely abandoning her bags inside of it.

Before she could reach the door Jasper was already there, standing in the doorway, bracing himself.

Alice didn’t give him the chance to say a thing before she launched herself into his arms with a laugh. When he wrapped his arms around her, holding her off the ground like she weighed absolutely nothing, she felt complete again.

She was kissing him before she knew what she was doing.

He returned the affection with a fervor and her sudden arousal was entirely out of her control. Tightening her legs around his torso she deepened the kiss.

When he pulled back slightly, smiling widely, she wanted to groan.

“Not now,” he muttered softly before pressing a few—decidedly more chaste—kisses to her lips. “I have something for you.”

She scoffed, pulling back enough so that he could see her pout. Then, loudly, she spoke. “If it’s Josie I already know she’s here.”

The responding cackle she heard from the nearby kitchen filled her with warmth.

“I told you!” Josephine Foote laughed, the noise echoing through the house. “You couldn’t surprise her if your life depended on it!”

Jasper rolled his eyes, arms still wrapped around Alice and keeping her suspended in the air. “I knew you would know but—”

Alice silenced him with another quick kiss. “Shush. It’s sweet of you, thank you.” Jasper didn’t need to surprise her for it to mean anything more to her. It was more than enough to have to people she adored this much under the same roof.

She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if Jasper could surprise her with little, mundane, every day gestures. She’d thought about it before, but then quickly realized she much rather preferred knowing. It gave her something to look forward to.

And when all you did was look forward to things (literally) it was nice to have at least one thing consistent amongst the ever-changing future ahead of them.

Jasper released his hold on her, his arms dropping down to his sides, but Alice still clung to him tightly.

“Come on,” he laughed, pulling lightly at one of her arms that was still wrapped snugly around his neck. “She’s been talking my ear off. It’s your turn.”

“Hm, go ahead,” she tightened her embrace and leaned her head forward until it was resting against his shoulder. “I’ll be right here.”

She was sure it looked comical—after all, his arms were completely at his sides as he walked across the foyer and toward the kitchen where Josie eagerly awaited her company—but she wasn’t about to release him yet. She didn’t care if she looked childish. She’d missed her Jasper.

Josie chuckled as Jasper entered the room, Alice still very much clinging to him firmly. Then, the woman clicked her tongue. “Now get down from there, child. You look ridiculous. Jasper! Put her down!”

He held his arms out, as if attempting a shrug, displaying that it wasn’t him keeping her up there.

Alice smiled to herself, pecking Jasper on the cheek before hopping down and landing softly. In the next instant she was across the room.

Josie was sitting on one of the stools that was usually kept tucked beneath a granite countertop. Her purse sat opened in front of her and next to it, a few magazines.

Oh no. Even as she reached forward and hugged her mother, Alice suddenly knew—both because of her visions, and because she knew her mom—that she was about to get scolded.

“Hi honey,” the older woman hugged her tightly and Alice took a long moment to enjoy the warmth of her familiar embrace. Inhaling deeply she couldn’t help but notice that something was off.

“New perfume?” It was a simple change but a jarring one. As long as Alice had known her, Josie had only ever worn one perfume. Well, that was if they didn’t count the two months in ’96 when Macy’s hadn’t had it in stock, but still. But now, where there was usually a floral, citrus fragrance, this one smelled more… soapy.

“Of course that’s the first thing you comment on,” it was half of a scolding and half in amazement. “Daisy has me turned onto this new one. It’s not as classic as Chantilly, and it’s more expensive, but it’s helping with my headaches, I think.”

That sobered Alice up immediately. “Headaches?”

The woman smacked her arm, shooting her an unamused look. “Don’t you start. I’ve been getting these for thirty years now, you know that.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Alice knew better than to attempt to breach the subject of Josie’s health. The woman had hated talking about it with her before, but she downright despised any discussion of her human issues when she was amongst vampires only. According to her, it was an insult.

And Alice had missed her mother far too much to want her upset with her upon reuniting.

“If you start worrying about nothing I’ll damn well give you something to worry about!”

Josie’s annoyance was cut off when Jasper placed a hot mug of tea in front of her.

Alice mouthed a ‘thank you’ as he smirked and turned back to clean up the kettle. “How long are you here for?”

“I’m making Jasper drive me back in a few minutes actually,” Josie leaned forward, blowing on the hot liquid, before taking a small sip. “Needs more sugar.” Jasper appeared instantly, setting an entire jar and spoon next to the mug. “But it’s getting late and I’ve been up since nearly four. I just wanted to see you when you got back.”

The disappointment that formed low in her belly was heavy. Josie’s fleeting presence was something she hadn’t taken note of in her visions. All Alice had seen was that she would be there, and things would be nice. She didn’t know that she’d only be able to calmly enjoy that for ‘a few minutes’.

“Oh, don’t look so sad,” the woman frowned and then opened her arms back up. Alice fell into her embrace easily, hating that she couldn’t hide her disappointment if her life depended on it. “When do you hit the road again?”

“Not sure yet. Carlisle comes back this weekend, and I’m sure I’ll find out after that.”

“Perfect!” Josie brightened up at that. “He can give this one a break and drive me to my service on Sunday morning.” She threw a thumb over her shoulder and Alice could hear Jasper scoff under his breath. “Child won’t even walk through the doors of the damn church,” her words were more than loud enough for Jasper to hear, but Josie had never been one to gossip. Oh no, if there’s something she wanted to tell you, you were going to hear it from Josie herself. “You’re not going to combust when you cross the threshold you know?” She turned on her stool to fix a glare onto Jasper’s back.

“I’m not taking that chance,” he deadpanned in reply, washing dishes in the sink.

Alice couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure Carlisle will be happy to go with you. I wish you would stay a little longer though.”

“By the time you and Jasper drop me off we’ll have spent plenty of time with each other. Besides, I think he’s had enough of me for one day.”

The drive to Josie’s place was a little over a half an hour away. Not as much time as Alice would have preferred, but better than nothing.

“What’s this?” Alice gestured to Josie’s choice of reading material. The three magazines looked brand new, but Alice knew that Josie had already rifled through them and dog-eared every page that mentioned Alice or Jasper.

“They spelt my name wrong!” As if reminded of a terrible atrocity Josie reached for the first magazine and flipped it open. “You need to email these people at US and tell them that my name has an ‘E’ on the end! It’s not Foot, it’s Foote! Ridiculous!”

Alice suppressed a smile. “That’s the only comment you have?”

“I mean, these people haven’t said anything that rude article didn’t already say,” she flipped through a few more pages on the same magazine and pointed to a photo, frowning. “You don’t think they could’ve used a better picture?” It was a photo of Jasper, Josie on his arm as he guided her to the car in the church parking lot.

It would’ve been a heartwarming picture if it weren’t for the disturbing fact that it was snapped by a pap trying to make some money.

“I don’t even care that they took it at church—I always look good for my services,” she spoke as if it were a point of pride. “But this damn caption ticks me right off—acting like I don’t know who I’m dealing with. They wouldn’t say a thing about being ‘uncharacteristically calm’ if they knew the first damn thing about my character!”

“Where did you get these?” Alice was a little annoyed. Josie had promised her a few weeks ago she would lay off the gossip mags; she’d even cancelled a few subscriptions. Alice had seen as much in a couple of visions.

“Daisy, of course. She’s a bad influence,” she spoke simply, as if that was all the explanation that they’d get. “Not a day goes by where she doesn’t have something new to share with me.” She sighed over exaggeratedly. “It can’t be helped when your baby is a celebrity.”

“I hate that word,” Alice muttered for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m shocked you’re not used to it by now. If the Times wrote an article on me I’d be signing autographs when the pastor isn’t looking,” she cackled at her own joke, closing the first publication and then opening the third. “This is nice,” she flipped through the pages before landing on one with a smaller blurb. It was just a photo of Jasper and Alice holding hands. Taken the week he’d returned to Rickett’s, if their exhausted state was any indication.

Directly next to the photo, a close-up shot of their intertwined hands.

The caption inquired their marital status, pointing out the lack of wedding rings.

Alice felt acute embarrassment at that. “Josie…”

“All I’m saying,” the woman lifted a dark, wrinkled hand in surrender before quickly closing the magazine, “is that they’d stop asking if you two just tied the knot already.”

“Stop,” she begged, suddenly uncomfortable with the topic.

At first the media’s focus on her and Jasper’s relationship had been a strange thing. But that was back when they hadn’t quite been in a relationship. After the war had finished up and they’d returned back home, the media was still a bit obsessed with them, but now it had gotten out of hand.

A photo could be snapped of either of them by themselves in any environment and the next day the presses would be saying things like ‘TAKING TIME APART?’ or ‘TROUBLE IN PARADISE!’ as if their relationship was simply a game to them.

Most days, Alice had to remind herself that it was.

“Oh, don’t take it too seriously,” Josie commented just as the thought crossed her own mind. “I’m just saying. It’s been ages since I’ve been to a wedding.”

“You were just at one two Saturday’s ago,” Jasper chimed in from across the kitchen. “I picked you up and drove you to it myself.”

“You be quiet!” Josie snapped at him, rolling up one of the magazines and swinging it toward him. “Unhelpful, rude boy! Where’s Emmett?” She frowned, tossing the publication back onto the counter. “He’d be on my side for this.”

“He’s in…” Alice paused, flickering through a few visions, “he’s either in San Diego or he’s heading there now.”

Josie hmphed. “This one, you can keep.” She handed Alice the third magazine, and that’s when she noticed that it wasn’t just another one of her mindless gossip columns, it was a wedding magazine…

“It might trigger some inspiration,” Josie shrugged, acting innocent again. Reaching forward she patted Alice’s cheek lightly. “Oh, smile why don’t you. What the hell do you vamps have against marriage? It’s just a piece of paper, really.”

“Exactly,” Jasper finally chimed in, sitting at the table across from her. “So what’s the point?”

Alice knew that look in his eye. It was the look that he got before he decided that he was going to actually entertain a topic of conversation that could very well lead to an argument. It was the face of a man who knew how to argue and who knew how to win…

Not now, Alice shot him an unamused look as she stepped closer to her mother. She wasn’t about to spend the last few minutes with her while Jasper provoked her ire.

“Thank you,” she tried to make her words sound genuine as she accepted the magazine. “I can’t promise I’ll read it end to end but,” she glanced at the cover, trying not to grimace, “I’m sure I’ll have some fun studying gown designs.” And the prospect of sitting at her little work desk, stitching together a dress for the summertime, made old excitement begin to flicker inside of her.

“Send me pictures of your sketches when you start designing.” Josie reached for her bag and looped it through her arm. “Oh! Before I forget,” turning to dig through the oversized, brown bag, it took her a long moment before she retrieved something.

Alice accepted the white paper envelope as Josie handed it to her, and promptly froze.

“That’s for you. I didn’t get it until recently, but judging by the stamp they sent it last August. The post office held onto it once everyone went on lockdown. Took them until a couple of weeks ago to finally send all of my mail up here.”

Alice could hardly focus on her words. The moment she’d taken the letter into her hands, the vision of what lay inside struck her like a lightning bolt.

#PART TWO BABY!!!!! #WALK IN THE DARK #WitD #🤠🤠🤠 #jalice #twilight fanfiction

[cllovegood0617]

Verdant

A project I had to do for school but ended up liking enough for posting on here. I hope you like it too 💙

A fairy tale is something that children grasp on for something that is different from harsh and rough reality. Fairy tales give children a new world to live in for a temporary time while reading and includes magic and imaginary beings or lands. Some may star a beautiful princess that goes through a turbulent of identity finding events for this said princess. Then she runs into a handsome prince that sweeps her away into his arms, dances away in the night, ends it with a kiss and they both live “Happily Ever After”. I once was a girl that was missing my two front teeth but yet still imagining my handsome prince finding me. However, I did end up living my own, and it is my secret but I am willing to share it with you. But, it wasn’t exactly plotted like how the Grimms Brothers or Hans Chrisitian Andersen had written their fairy tales. In fact, mine doesn’t include a prince at all. Mine is about a girl that grasped something that is different from harsh and rough reality. 

I can argue with anyone that Zendaux is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I live in a secluded area where it is surrounded by grass fields as far as the eye can see except for the litter of forestation that is near my house.  My house was crafted by my grandfather in 1954 and was designed to be exactly how my grandmother wanted it. It has a burgundy tiled roof and a glorious wrap-around porch that I’ve always found so lovely. He named it Willow Avenue since my grandma is named Willow and they met on Locust Avenue. They had a tradition before they both passed away to visit Locust Avenue at least once a year together. My grandpa even brought my grandma’s urn with him on his last trip before he joined her in heaven. Then my dad would bring both of their urns to Locust Avenue, I went on these trips with him too before… he died. My mom was going to sell the house once my dad died, and I was so devastated at that news so I knew I had to do something. So I bought it instead. The air this early in the morning filled my nose with the freshness of the morning dew that is sprinkled over the shamrock green soft grass. In my childhood I would roll down the hills that are lining the horizon and run to jump into my dad’s outstretched arms. He’d place his hard calloused hands on my soft small arms as I was trying to wriggle out with all my might to run back up the hill. Then he’d laugh after me like he always did and say “Goodbye my Lightning Bug!” As I was fully enveloped in my nostalgia, suddenly I heard an earsplitting sound that resembled a deer that perhaps has eaten too much sugar. Then I gasped in amazement as the tallest tree to reach the skies began falling eastward. The hoarse cracks of ancient tree bark snapping at the roots, and then the thud the tree made once it reached the ground made a deep sound that proved to me that trees don’t make much of a sound once they fall. 

Suddenly a large swish erupted in the air and that roaring sound from earlier broke through the silence that once was. I felt my defense kick in as I jumped in surprise from the sound, then I fell into a large grin. Other than a different squirrel that appears on the porch, you don’t normally see mysterious events happen at Willow Avenue. I stood up from the porch swing and began searching the trees that I could see from my position frantically. Then out of nowhere I saw a large juniper wing that resembled the canopy of a tree that soared over and surpassed the height of the other trees. Then became hidden back into the forestation as quickly as it was exposed. I know what that is; I wouldn’t be able to forget all of the bedtime stories that my dad would tell me. I have a dragon living in my woodlands.“Okay, okay.” I said breathily “I have a dragon in my front yard. Oh when you say it like that Whitney you sound crazy.” Then I realized that there is literally no other way to state what is happening. I sighed “I have a dragon in my front yard. Okay. Let’s think, what would Dad do?” He’d probably walk calmly up to the forest and greet the dragon like an old friend that has been a recluse for years. He was a strong believer in that everyone and everything has something beneficial to the world. I began pacing back and forth on my porch, and I flung open the front door to Willow Avenue possibly too hard, and bolted up the stairs like I would when I was younger once I would feel like something scary was chasing me. I knew the layout to this house like I knew the back of my hand, so I took the familiar route to the room that stored all of my Dad’s research papers. I used to never be able to touch these, for even my dad said that what was in them I should not know at that moment. He said I wasn’t ready. “Sorry Dad. I need to read these. You’d say this is a vital moment for your notes.” I knew exactly which book I needed since I have been eyeing and desiring to know the contents of it since I came in here for the first time when I was 7 years old. I grabbed a large dusty book that had 7 capital letters on the front that spelt DRAGONS and Austin Woodruff lining the bottom of the book. Austin is my dad, and I know that he meant for me to read this when I would need it because in the inside of the book where typically the author’s note would be; I read a letter that appeared to be written for me. “Whitney, there are secrets about the world that I should and could never tell you. Although I know that you will need this information to stay safe. I hope that you find what you are looking for in here. I love you to Jupiter and back. Love, your father.” I suddenly noticed that a tear of mine dripped onto the page. “Dang it.” I whispered as I dabbed where I wet the page. “I love you to Jupiter and back too Dad.” I repeated like I did when I was younger going to bed. With new determination, I began the search for what specifically I am dealing with in my own front yard that has now become a fantastical forest. Slowly, I flipped the first page and began to read what my own father had discovered about dragons-a creature that I thought could not exist in my universe. The first page covered what a dragon is and what one may look like, the third page explained how to groom one properly, and the seventeenth page was directions to where I could sell their talons. I was getting emerged in the information this book was providing that I have been imagining reading for decades, but then I heard that screech again. Quickly, I scrambled up on my feet and rushed to the window where I could spot the whole forest. However, somehow I still could not fully see the dragon, only the same two wings. “Come on, I need to hurry up and find what I can do.” I flicked quicker through the pages and I stopped abruptly when I saw exactly what I was looking for. There was a dragon drawn on this page and it resembled the wings exactly to the one that is living in my forest. “Ahah!” I yelled in success. Swiftly, I sped read the section about the “Greenland Hornshakle Dragon” and I read out loud the paragraph I needed. “These are hostile creatures. Do not approach them. Your life is at risk if you do so. No way to tame them.” as I was reading I suddenly felt scared, I thought I hadn’t found anything I could use to protect myself and Willow Avenue. Fortunately, my dad provided that solution for me. He wrote that I need to use his Willow wood Staff that has been passed down from generation to generation in his family and I would’ve been the rightful heir to it if he hadn’t died before having the chance to tell me himself. For the second time since I’ve been in this room, I heard the ear splitting screech once again from my dragon. I slammed my book and Also, I heard sirens arriving in the forest from the police station. They must’ve been alarmed, and I watched as the police troops began chasing impulsively towards the yells. This time I saw both of the dark green wings flash above the highest canopy of the trees. I need to hurry up and figure out what to do. Instantaneously, I remembered that my dad was the master of fantastic fantasy events.Taking a deep breath I began sprinting towards the woods that I have lived next to my whole life. Once I stepped past the first tree, I felt that eerie silence that fills these woods all of the time, but now it doesn’t scare me. I run further and deeper into the woods continuously now feeling the bouldering yell of the dragon on the soles of my feet as if the yell is pushing me to where the dragon is. I desperately was trying to search the floor and sky for the dragon, and then I swallowed a breath as I saw it. It was a colossal verdant dragon that nearly towered over the tallest sequoia trees that have been growing here before all civilization has. I paused abruptly and almost tumbled down onto the muddy floor as I was able to make eye contact with its amber eyes. The police troops already got here before I did, for they were already gathering strategy on how to push the dragon out of the forest.

My staggering and uneven gasps of air must’ve alarmed the dragon because it moved with a start. I had to duck into a bush because the dragon swiped its tail panicky into the nearest sequoia making a booming sound that we all covered our ears for. The dragon groggily tried to stand up, but as soon as it stood on it’s left foot it staggered back onto the ground. I looked quizzically at this dragon that I thought would be disastrous and a nightmare, but instead it was timid, scared, and more like a mouse than a dragon. I relaxed my shoulders and began walking slowly to the shrinking dragon, and I noticed that the dragon was a girl because once she scooted over I saw one baby dragon that was as tall as a full grown giraffe. “Hey hey! Stop! This dragon is a mom!” The police lowered their limitless weapons and opened their eyes in clarity. Compared to the giant mom dragon and the ginormous sequoias surrounding this family, the police, and I; it made the baby dragon seem just like another dust fragment in this universe like all of us humans are. I compared the two dragons and noticed that the mom has a longer snout while the baby has more of a robust snout, so I assumed the dragon was a baby boy. The baby dragon hid behind his mother’s leg and the mother dragon put her wing over him as a warmth method. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I have goosebumps wrapping around my arms and my knees have been shivering. I wrap my arms around myself, and let out a shuddering breath from the cold. Then, Mom dragon scooted a little closer to me and lifted up a tremendous wing as an invitation to enter. Carefully, I entered the warmth that a dragon can give to something apparently.

“Whitney! Are you okay?” I heard the chief of police yell at me “Yes. I am okay. You guys are fine to go. Thanks for your service.” I said as a response, but freezing at this point and the forest is a lot more frigid since the canopies cover the sunlight from entering. “No we cannot leave her here sir! That dragon is a menace! It will try eating her as soon as we leave!” I heard a new voice command to the chief. “No we leave now, that’s an order.” I watched as all of the police began following the chief except for that man that didn’t think it was right. “Graham! We leave now.” Graham did not want to be moved. He stood staring at the mom dragon, but then he did begin to turn around and walk away. However, as soon as the chief turned around Graham cocked his gun and you only heard pop once. I have always been impulsive and ambitious, but sensible people would’ve said I went a bit too far. But I knew I had to do this, I had to do something above myself. I jumped out from under the wing and instantly felt a pang in my chest. I felt my chest hotten as if I pressed a hot ready iron onto it. I heaved forward and realized that I couldn’t quite grasp for air. I could only hear and see at this point. I heard the mom dragon screech and she brought her head down to me as all the police were watching and the chief rushed to my side. “Whitney! Whitney! Say something!” I think that’s the chief yelling. “Go. Fly…” I whispered to the mom dragon, and she must’ve understood because I couldn’t see or hear her or the baby boy anymore. My chest began hurting even worse than before and suddenly I couldn’t hear anything anymore except for four words that I’ve been waiting 12 years to hear, “Hello my Lightning Bug.”.

#story #writing #reading #fantasy #dragon

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Maou-jou 1 | Munou na Nana 1 | Grace of the Gods 1 | IWGP 1 | Akudama 1 | Crusade 1 | JJK 1 | HypMic 2 (also brief thoughts on the dog and cat TV short because I had them)

Maou-jou 1

I sampled this manga with what’s called a “Viz sampler”. I only ever seem to find those at libraries, so I’d assume only they and bookstores can get those.

…Twilight looks like Maou Sadao (Hataraku Maou-sama!).

“Dawner”??? I can read katakana, ya idjits. His name is Akatsuki. Update: The translator must’ve gone, “Dawn is a girl’s name. Let’s tack on an -er so it looks like a guy’s name.”

Aw, Hiro Shimono is Akatsuki. If it were Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, we could’ve gotten a Kirito joke out of it.

Oh! 快眠 (Kaimin) = good rest, literally “happy sleep”. Hence this is the nation of Goodreste. I see.

The lightning effect is soooooooooo cool! *eyes glitter at the particle effects*

I’m gonna die from cuteness from all the teddies and seals!

The little fanfare is so cute and the yokudekimashita reminds me of my days playing the arcade game Bomberman (which had a flower sticker much like this one). I wanna see this get a dub and succeed on all its merits! It’s basically my baby already…bar the fact it took a bit to work up to the first good bit of comedy.

The teddy demons are called Debiakuma, a pun on kuma (bear), devil and akuma (devil). Lessee…After “lesser demon”, there’s more text…“Fluffy bears that can be also used as pets. They give in easily to temptation. A lot of them live in the demon castle, so the princess likes to gather their fur, dye it and spin nice cotton out of it. Warning: A lot of them will either run away or call you their friend./Occasionally act as friends for the princess.”

LOL, I recognised that voice of the Scissors guy straight away…although I didn’t know who it belonged to. That’s Suwabe. (It doesn’t sound like Suwabe, I would’ve thought it to be Takuma Terashima or something.)

Aw, the Japanese version is more boring this time. It’s just Scissor Magician (in the singular for both).

*hears Scissors Demon going -ageruwa”, which is a feminine sentence ending…that’s Suwabe trying to (voice) act effeminate???!!!

These trumpet sounds never get old.

LOL, Siberian huskies dressed as Russians…

Okay, my turn again: Hari means needle, toge means thorn. Next to “His stomach is soft”, part of the subs are cut off due to Funimation’s hardsubs, but I can read “he is proud of his defence” on the 2nd line, “is the type to not refuse when relied on” on the 2nd-last line and “his favourite food is strange bird chawanmushi” on the last line.

I love how parts of the castle are upside down for no reason at all except to look cool…architects must hate that, though.

I hadn’t heard of “seesaw battles” until now. but the metaphor does make sense...kind of.

What about changing the mattress? Update: She does do that…kind of.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Kirito was under my nose all along! Damn Demon Kinggggggggggggggggggg!

Kamina glasses on one of the background trees! Cute tapir! Ahhhhhhhh, it’s so cuteeeeeeee!

Anyways, that’s a fun show. Not as fun as HypMic, but still fun after it gains momentum.

Munou na Nana 1

I remember seeing spoilers for a twist at the end…let’s hope I don’t anticipate it. That would kill the entire anime for me.

The message actually says something about how the island is a nest for enemies of humanity.

There’s the ice narcissist I saw in the promo stuff, right on cue. I’ve never heard of his voice actor Hiromichi Tezuka before, although he does sound like Hiroshi Kamiya or someone much better.

Why do I get the feeling once the title character arrives, even Nanao will get powers…? Or maybe Nana is the catalyst for Nanao’s powers awakening or something? (Just realised having a Nana and a Nanao together in the same anime is confusing…)

Subbers spelt “noblesse oblige” wrong, unless it was deliberately done as such.

I predicted the “duke it out” line.

There’s a menu on the wall of the restaurant.

Maybe Nanao’s “talent” is his leadership stat or something?

Or maybe even Nanao is an enemy of humanity and doesn’t know it? (Sorry, speculation going into overdrive…that usually happens with superpower works like this for me, because I like to analyse them.)

Maybe Nanao can see the future, like the protag from Koi to Producer?

Technically, shouldn’t ice be weak against fire…? Or am I too used to the Pokemon system?

Called it! Nanao has a hidden power! (That reminds me: I still don’t know what Lucien’s (from Koi to Producer’s) power really is.)

Vigilantes is really good at exploring how people can expand on their own powers.

…wow, I heard rumours that the main character was going to die, but I’d pegged Nana to die, not Nanao.

Onodera is clearly important…maybe he was the one with the wind powers? Or was Nana lying about that?

…dude, the red eyes are kinda obvious that Nana is evil in some way, or at least really devious.

Grace of the Gods 1

All I really know of this is that it’s got slimes and it’s an isekai/SoL hybrid…That’s it.

…I am not, I repeat NOT, on board for a harem centred around an 11 year old!

Ryoma speaks with an unnatural amount of starts and stops, hence the caveman speak.

What’s Jil’s role in the party…?

Why would you even need to know 4 high-level skills? Isn’t it better to know all of them?

LOL, I knew the isekaid guy was meant to have a hard life so he could start over with slimes, but…stick Doppo in this and it’s basically the same thing. At least Doppo tries to resist his bosses behind their backs, this guy just did the whole gaman thing and look where that got him!

If he worked for a black company with no overtime and so forth, how did he know about a recent anime trend, eh??? Sounds suspect. Update: Unless he was thinking about 90s isekai, which still involved less reincarnation than this.

I noticed the gods have senbei (the rice crackers with the seaweed). Western-looking gods probably shouldn’t have senbei, unless…they did that to make Ryoma feel more at home?

Seriously, how does a guy with no overtime still have time for online games? Even if he were getting just ads for them, he probably wouldn’t have paid enough attention to be able to figure out what the cliches are, right? Either that, or the Dragon Quest system is older than I think it is.

Slimes don’t have paws…or hands or other appendages…to give…

…I’m not sure what to think there. Am I meant to think the slimes are cute? Am I meant to think the catgirls/animal girls are cute? The answer to those questions is “no”, so…eh.

IWGP 1

Basically, I chose this for associations with HypMic.

…the best first impression involves a CGI car. Of course. <- (sarcastic)

Given HypMic, I almost expected a rap battle…nahhhh…Rap battles don’t look so cool outside HypMic, man.

The owl is a pun. Fukurou (owl) matches ‘bukuro (bag, which is the 2nd character in “Ikebukuro”). There’s also an owl statue used as a meeting spot, much like Hachiko in Shibuya…(I learnt a bunch of things about the division territory through HypMic. Let me show off…)

I think the character designer for this anime also did Joker Game…that’s throwing me off a little. Also, they had a prime opportunity to use a Buster Bros song, so I’m still a bit miffed about that – this OP’s kinda standard. Update: The character designer is Junichiro Taniguchi – my insinct was wrong on him. He did Touken Ranbu Hanamaru’s character designs.

“Smoking kills” – Yuuuuuuuup. That’s true.

Why do I get the feeling all the male otaku will wanna bang Makoto’s mother (to put it lightly)…?

Curiously, the one who hates drugs in HypMic is Jyuto, who’s not from Ikebukuro Division at all. Hmm…

Yokoyama’s voice sounds familiar…but I’m not sure why. Update: If I had to guess, I’d say he’s Saito Soma or someone who sounds similar, so maybe Takuma Terashima, Daisuke Ono or something like that. Update 2: Takahiro Sakurai. See? I knew I knew that voice.

“Big Rei” (“Rei-nii”). That’s different from Ichi-nii (what Saburo calls Ichiro) and could also be goroawase for 02.

Uni of Tokyo is the most prestigious uni in Japan. It has quite the reputation.

…is it just me, or does Makoto have a piercing in his left ear? IWGP also happens to happily work with my existing character, although said character has a piercing in his right ear.

Zero One kinda looks like Uta (Tokyo Ghoul), LOL.

…and of course the girl has to rely on the dude. *sigh* Welp, we can throw drugs off the list for “things that count as TV-MA to Funimation” – IWGP is rated M (not 15+ explicitly, but that’s what it stands for normally) in my region.

This ED song…that’s the sort of song I was expecting from HypMic, Akudama or this.

Seems both Makoto and Takashi have earrings…maybe in both ears? Takashi’s are yellow, I could confirm that much.

…this is decent, but putting it up against its competitors is a bit harsh.

Crusade 1 (cont. from sneak peek - it’s in the title here because this is where it’s completed)

Turns out that preview was most of the episode…like “14 of 24 minutes” long.

Wait, how did Alice fall forward and end up in the princess carry pose? I remember having trouble with that when a character in a story of mine had the same problem.

…Iska-nii…(?)

That opera house looks pretty darn modern to me…

…eh…that was middling. Nothing any ol’ adaption of Romeo and Juliet couldn’t do, bar the CGI for the magic fight in the middle. (There was a fluffy griffin thing in the middle there, though.)

Akudama 1

Ume + Kimura and a cool urban aesthetic. Let’s go!

This is kinda Tron-like, eh?

Ooh, now it’s more like Cop Craft.

Kimura seems to use his gruffer voice more than his Ichiro voice, but Ume is actually worse on that fron with his ordinary voice…Welp, at least his ordinary voice sounds like it fits right in with the Courier. I almost expect an Ocean’s Eleven thing (or Now You See Me, since I’ve actually watched that) from this. Update: Turns out Kimura is the pompadour guy, not the fighter.

You can tell Ordinary Person is an okay person because she keeps saving cats. A bit cliché, but it’ll do.

Ohhhhhh…I can see where this plotline is going. Ordinary Person pretends to be Swindler to get herself out of this mess, but then she keeps getting involved with the Akudama. It’s a typical plot for a typical gal, common to insert a viewpoint character in series that require one, or a magical girl ally.

Wow, those missiles look like a**.

LOL, Hoodlum’s sentence is kinda measly in comparison to most of them. Plus, when he yelled, that sounded more accurate to Ichiro than Fighter was, so…yeah, sorry I messed up.

…Ordinary Person has some real bullseye…uh, eyes.

This could be a top contender…aside from the CGI, which does look a bit funky. I’m getting a death game vibe here, but I don’t know if that’s really the case. Also, it’s a lot of fun, but the possible intolerable thing here is Ordinary Person’s screaming – the pretense she has to keep up seems like it’ll fit right in though.

JJK 1

I read the manga once, dropped it and then read it again and didn’t realise why I dropped it.

Fushiguro has long eyelashes, tbh. Itadori comments on that at one point, I think.

Oh, it was a fish (carp) in the manga. I couldn’t figure out what the Japanese equivalent was just from the Kokkuri board.

This track club teacher is a bit of a freak, honestly. Meddling in kids’ affairs is probably illegal to some extent.

Itadori is known as “tiger” because the kanji for “tiger” is in the surname. Update: Also, the Czech dude Mirko was called “the Croatian tiger”, if a tweet I read is any indication.

I like how there’s more comedy in this one. They show the world records, so you have standards to compare Itadori against.

This is an almost beat-for-beat adaption, bar the slight comedy of the records being added (and not explaning who Mirko is). The contrast makes this better.

“People really can die.” – That’s summoning some real energy of “People die when they are killed.”

(Brief thoughts on the dog and cat short: I enjoyed that more than I thought I would. The picture of a realistic cat – someone’s actual photo of their cat?- that serves as a punchline never gets old and in fact, sometimes contributes to the humour.)

HypMic 2

LOL, TV-MA warning strikes again.

“Kore wa prologue/Hajimete no ippo/Fumidasanai yatsu ni wa/???? shinpo.” – The translation is really good for the bits I can read…the problem is I can’t read the bottom left corner. Update: The part in the bottom left is nai...That’s it.

…uh, even people from around the world can read 24 hour time??? You don’t need subs to read Arabic numerals???

…couldn’t you have just told Ichiro verbally, Saburo…? Update: Come to think of it, kids these days are more on their phones than ever, so it makes sense but also kind of doesn’t.

You don’t really need subs for laughter either…

I’d never heard of “pulling rank” before…hmm: “to use one's high position in a society, organization, group, etc., to order someone to do something or to get special treatment or privileges.”

…and here comes the F word here to mess with us again. Japanese nastiness is conveyed using words that might be considered “soft” in English, hence the sudden jump to use the F word a bunch, but the subbers could use some variety in their swearing. I mean, “dips**t” worked where it did because subbers made Samatoki go overboard with the F word, but…you could stand to use that more, maybe(?)

I like how even the Tenderloins guy rhymes where he’s meant to. It’s the prelude to a battle, after all. (He kinda looks like Kotaro from Zombieland Saga.)

…I freaked out for a second. I swore I saw a similar-looking restaurant (udon shop, located on the left of one of the shots) while in Japan. Also, we finally get to see Ichiro’s reputation at work.

…I still have no idea what a “steelo” is after all this time, but I didn’t realise I was staring at a part of Ore ga Ichiro until I saw it in context. Also, it was kinda derpy – but still really in character – for Ichiro to run to his destination with his arms up like the Glico man in Osaka (except he had his head down).

I get a weird feeling the subbers may have used the wiki translation because I’m using it as a reference and the language seems oddly similar for the most part…

The kick Ichiro does seems like it references the OP.

Notice the location is Nishiguchi Kouen…the West Gate Park. *raises eyebrows at the IWGP anime*

…oh! It occurred to me that the sign the BB do with their hands is…well, a lowercase B. (LOL, if you read my previous line funny, it rhymes.)

Gentaro doing the peace sign to his chest…that was random the first time, because it doesn’t seem in character, but then it does for Dice and possibly Ramuda, so Gentaro probably just chose to go along with it (“to add to his image as a rapper,” maybe…?).

Oh, Saburo has airpods in…those aren’t good for blocking sound, are they…?

Notice the owl on the…uh, café(?)…Ichiro goes to.

That one “holy shit!” made me laugh like a madman. Where it came from, I don’t know, but it was so random I had to laugh at it.

This makes me wonder…if you use a mic that’s different to your personal mic, does it produce the same speakers? No one’s ever addressed that before (much like how no one questions if magical girls always need the same transformation device – I wanted to make a plot on that someday, but I can’t seem to find a comprehensible way to pull it off…LOL, that reminds me, I even had a HypMic version of that featuring Samatoki at one point, but it probably makes even less sense than the standard one because it activates via physical contact. It’s notable – in my head – for Nemu’s version of the “power” being “Samatoki can’t swear, no matter how hard he tries”).

I’m pretty sure that round thing wasn’t part of Ichiro’s rings, ever. (…Unless that was the head of his spoon or something.)

…Microwave? (referring to the shot inside the hospital, which seems to be based off ARB)

The series normally transitions from BB -> MTC -> FP -> MTR, so it was interesting to see that shuffled up. Update: That’s if it has to have an order, but notably ARB breaks this standard a lot by assigning colours to each solo and then arranging interactions based on not repeating those colours (aside from the Sky High Tower event). With 4 things there are 4! = 24 possible combinations and 6! = 720 possible combinations if you count DH and BAT, so as we move forward with those 2 divisions...prepare for more shuffling.

…is Jiro gonna steal a ball? I thought it was just bikes anime characters stole. (LOL)

The mic changes the background, too, huh? Never expected that from more than the speakers.

…and of course, s*** explodes and the day is saved once again....by the Buster Bros!!! (LOL, but also *sigh*)

Hmm, so this anime’s real plotline probably involves this trio: Rex, Tom and Iris. They’re probably foreign in some way, judging by Tom and Rex. Maybe they’re aligned with a foreign government or something? Update: If you look at the credits, their full names seem to be Tom Whisper Weathercock, Iris Innocent Traiter (sic) (LOL) and…Taroumaru Rex…? (romanisations confirmed for all katakana)

Sadamezuka was voiced by the ubiquitous Kenjiro Tsuda.

It seems Cola Bintarou (aka Subaru Kimura) was on the case again today. He wrote the new song for BB, called RUN THIS CITY, along with Gesshoku Kaigi.

Of course, I’m going to keep this anime on my list...I’m just a bit worried about myself going forward, because I realised my ego got a bit inflated trying to defend the series from haters. I’ve never had a series where I’ve been a fan from the beginning that wasn’t already a known quantity for a while (Muhyo and Roji’s, Furuba). With Boueibu, I was discovering things alongside other people (or even later in a lot of cases) since it was anime-original.

#simulcast commentary #HypMic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle - Rhyme Anima #our last crusade or the rise of a new world #kimi to boku no saigo no senjou aruiwa sekai ga hajimaru seisen #by the grace of the gods #kami-tachi ni hirowareta otoko #Munou na Nana #Talentless Nana #akudama drive #ikebukuro west gate park #Jujutsu Kaisen #inu to neko docchi mo katteru to mainichi tanoshii #maou-jou de oyasumi #sleepy princess in the demon castle #with a dog and a cat every day is fun #Chesarka watches HypMic #Chesarka watches Maou-jou #Chesarka watches Akudama Drive

[justimajin]

A Wilting Rose╰ Part 2 ╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (2.3k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: some swearing, scary directors

gif credit. 

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The sharp heel of your shoes hits against the cement floor as you adjust your dark sunglasses, eyes flickering over to the crumpled piece of paper squished in your hand with words messily inked on. You glance up at the building before you, eyes narrowing for a split second before the paper gets discarded into the sea of your purse and you enter the doorway. 

“Welcome! Is there anything I can get for yo-” The receptionist’s sweetened words die out immediately when you smirk, lowering your sunglasses so that only the top of your eyes can be seen. 

“M-Miss Y/N?!” She stumbles with your name, flustered as if she’s looking at a gleaming goddess in the flesh. 

“You know where this room is?” You grab the paper from your bag and toss it over to her. 

“I-I think so.” She quickly types something onto her computer and you yawn, whipping your hair to the side as you lean against the counter. “It should be up these stairs!” She exclaims, pointing behind her as you cheekily take the paper back with a kind smile. 

“Thanks sweetheart.” You lazily wave away as she simply stares at you leave, caught in pure awe. 

***

You heave a breath when you finally reach the top of the staircase, the plastic in your shoes digging uncomfortably into your heel and you let out a small hiss when you notice the skin already breaking. After adjusting your annoying shoes and then quickly checking your makeup from your pocket mirror, you walk into the room and the sudden flash blinds your eyes. 

You raise your arm immediately to avoid them but then the background of the room comes into view and you hear a faint, “Next!” 

Multiple screening blinds and camera are docked around the place, a photographer and planner working on each station with their collection of models. Namjoon had told you that your future director and co-star would be working in the same building somewhere and that the best area for you to wait for them was in the modelling room - a place where you wouldn’t be hounded by an array of journalists. 

You spot a nearby bench and plop down onto it, watching the models exhibit layers and layers of attitude and prestige with their crafted art. Although not being mauled by journalists, you can easily pick up on everyone’s eyes slowly drifting over to you, the faint whispers of your name and the judgemental looks already warning you that you weren’t in a place where you would exactly be welcomed. 

A group of models giggle and you don’t miss what they say about you, “Y/N L/N here? Did her failed acting career finally bring her back to modeling?” 

“That’s exactly what happens when you’re not associated with a strong actor anymore. You turn into nothing.” 

More giddy, obnoxious laughter accompanies them and when they look over to you, you can feel that you’re starting to fume and boil with every syllable they let out. 

And yet, you have to restrain yourself, knowing that you were here to get work, not to lose it. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

You raise an eyebrow at the man that points to the bench next to you. He’s strikingly handsome - golden skin paired with blonde locks, his feline eyes looking sharp but having a sense of warmth residing within them. 

You wonder why someone as gorgeous as him would even bother asking in the first place. 

You don’t answer him, simply shrug your shoulders and he takes it as a yes when he slides into the seat beside you. “Are you here for a photoshoot?” 

“No. I’m not.” You grumble, hoping he would take the hint to stop talking to you. 

“Are you an actress then…?” You widen your eyes, “You look really familiar.” 

“Have you heard of Y/N L/N?” 

“The famous actress?” His eyes instantly perk up, “The one that broke up with the powerful acto-”

“I didn’t break up with him.” You sneer and he winces. 

“Sorry…” He looks at you with somber puppy eyes, “But you’re Y/N L/N? That’s incredible!” 

You frown, “What’s so great about that?” 

“Your movies are amazing! I still remember the one where you lost your dog and then he comes back to you towards the end of the movie and then it got so emotional.” He grins, a fond look on his features, “I loved that movie!” 

You look at him shocked, “How do you even know about that? I did that movie years ago…” 

“I have a dog so all the feels in that movie were super relatable.” 

You actually smile at that, wondering to yourself the last time you had actually garnered praise for your work instead of being subjected to the notorious labeled break-up. 

But now you take a closer look at him - despite the cherry vibe he emits, he’s dressed in an ash grey suit and sleek black tie, something a typical photographer wouldn’t be wearing. 

“What are you doing he-” 

“TAEHYUNG! COME ON!” 

You lean back to see a photographer with a scowl on his face and Taehyung springs up from the seat beside you. He quickly shuffles around the pockets inside his jacket before a white card finally pops out. “Here.” 

He places the card in your hands and his shoulders jump up when the photographer calls out his name again, “I have to get going but if there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to call!” He hurriedly dashes away with a nervous smile when the photographer doesn’t look pleased. 

You pick up the card and trace over it until your eyes stop at the bolded golden curvy font on the top of the card, a stamp you weren’t expecting. “Kim Taehyung. Gucci Brand Ambassador Model…” 

You look up to catch a glimpse of him again, but now you find him in front of the camera - his stance completely morphing into a critical look as he angles himself to pose just like a top model would. It takes every ounce in you to recognize that was the same guy who was only talking to you moments ago about how much he loved your movie because he could relate to it and now you see him throwing sultry looks at the camera as if it belonged to him. 

Your eyes remain glued onto him as he continues on with his work, immersed with how professional he became within seconds and becoming quite impressed by the minute. The photographer gestures for him to go change as they prepare for the next station and you sigh when you watch his form fade away, now having to accommodate to staring at the clock and watching the seconds tick by instead. 

Looking right and left, you furrow your brows when no one aside from the models seems to arrive at the place, so you opt out for getting up and leaving.

You couldn’t wait to get out of there, the whispering voices and dark eyes still sticking uncomfortably to your backside. 

However just as you turn to leave, you hear rough gasps and abrupt footsteps land right in front of you on top of the stairs, eyes frantically searching around the room before they land onto you and immediately widen. 

He’s young, extremely young, but it’s easy to tell he’s different from the way his black hair is styled to perfection, a dark leather jacket and jeans encompassing his torso and legs and his face looking like someone had just brought a precious doll to life. He carries himself steady as he walks towards you, every step of his either being too heavy or too light and his shoulders looking stiff to the point of being locked, like he wasn’t used to it.

“Y/N L/N?” 

Your eyes flicker when he says your name, surprisingly not with detest or with pompous attitude, but like he was carefully testing the waters. 

You smirk, “That’s me. And you are…” 

“Jimin!” He takes his hand out for you to shake but then you raise a brow at it and he immediately retracts, “Sorry, um, I’m going to be your co-star for the upcoming movie.” 

“So I’ve heard.” You answer, seeing him look at you with kind innocent eyes that held a spark of fear beneath them. 

He’s handsome, his features almost making him look downright perfect and there’s no denying that the longer you stare at him, the more that fact becomes completely obvious to you. Like a message that was being spelt out without you even having to put much effort in. 

He’s a rose. 

Freshly grown and bloomed, attracting others to him like a magnet but still remaining as bright and colourful as a rose should be. 

He hasn’t grown his thorns yet.

He hesitantly smiles at you when you glance at him again, but you don’t return the smile, “Come on, we need to find the director.” 

“Here.” 

Jimin opens the door before you walk in and you pause for a moment, wondering why he was doing such a thing, “You don’t need to open doors for me.” 

“Oh. I just thought it would be nice…” 

“Hmm.” You walk through anyways, still thinking back to the conversation Namjoon had with you on why making a comeback with a newbie was even a good idea. 

Before you can sit down, your chair is pushed back for you as well. You don’t say anything this time, mind getting more occupied with meeting the director at hand. 

It was a name you hadn’t worked with before and truth be told, were never planning on ever working with. He’s grueling and cruel, considered to be a director that just doesn’t want the best out of you, but will use any means to literally pull it out of you. 

But he’s agreed to have cast you, so you know this opportunity can’t escape from your hands. 

The door opens. 

And heavy footsteps enter. 

A camera clatters onto the table you’re seated at and he stretches his arms out, chestnut hair ruffled and eyes shut peacefully for a moment as he yawns. He sits down, stance turning completely hostile as his eyes narrow and lock onto you and Jimin, a new sharp glint fixated in them. 

“Park Jimin.” He states, the young man’s eyes instantly beaming at the sound of his name, “And Y/N L/N.” 

You hum, eyes staring back at him with the same amount of hostility as you cross your arms. 

“Both of you don’t realize how fucking lucky you are.” 

Jimin blinks for a second and you lean back in your chair, comfortably resting. The director before you suddenly slams his fist onto the table, causing Jimin to jolt from the impact, “A risk. I’m taking a huge risk with both of you on this, so if you don’t act properly,” He glares at Jimin, “And if you start to act up with me,” He turns to you now, “You’re out.” 

Jimin visibly gulps and you barely flinch.

“Understood?” 

“Yes Sir.” Jimin simply says, taking a deep exhale. 

He turns to you. 

You devilishly smile, “I make no such promises.” 

The corner of his bottom lip twitches, eyes narrowing, “You do make quite the commotion on sets, don’t you?” He leans closer, pressing the base of his palms onto the table, “Well guess what? I better not hear a peep out of you on mine.”

“So you better act, that is, if you can still remember how to.” 

Both of you glare at each other and from a distance away, anyone can see the pure violent electricity brewing in the air as he doesn’t back away and neither do you. 

Eventually he steps back, sending you a smirk, “Read over your scripts for now. I’ll see you both tomorrow for the first day of filming.” He turns to leave, looking at you over his shoulder, “Be prepared.” 

The door slams shut and echoes through the room, the young man before you flinching at the sound. 

“He seems…” Jimin whispers, “Scary.” 

“Min Yoongi.” You loudly exhale, “One of the most brutal and terrifying directors of all time. His method of directing is to completely break his actors inside and out, to sculpt out the character he wants and then have them present it to the audience.” 

“He is scary.” 

“He’s a genius.” 

“What?” Jimin asks, confused, “Really?” 

“That’s what they say.” You get up with a sigh, putting on your sunglasses, “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” 

“R-Right…” 

You stand at the door, turning to him, “It’s better if you get used to these things now, it’ll only get worse.” 

He firmly nods, taking in your words, “And Jimin?” 

“Yeah?” 

You smile, the same cracked smile that had started all this. 

“Welcome to the world of acting.”

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[depressed-sock]

Kiyo and Steel Past

A fallen hero fanfic

I’ve had this wip gathering dust so I’m just tossing it out into the world now.

Kiyo:

 "This is boring," you groan in complaint, twisting on the couch so that your legs lean over the back and the rest of you lies upside down on the cushions. Steel steadily tries to ignore you, arms crossed and posture stiff even though he's in the comfiest chair in the room. Resolutely glaring at a spot on the wall like it's somehow personally offended him. "Steeeelll, this is so fucking boring."

  "If you're so bored why don't you leave?" His voice steady and trying to hide the irritation beneath.

  "Because if I leave Ortega will just go looking for me and it's fucking annoying when he shows up in the middle of a fight," you complain, loudly, in hopes that maybe Ortega will hear and maybe get the hint. 

  A laugh slips out as you think it. When has he ever got the hint? Absolutely never, even when you've spelt it out for him.

   Steel sighs in response, before standing stiffly out of his chair and moving to leave. You sometimes wonder if he needs a massage or a vacation with the way he moves when you're around. Always stiff and ready for an attack.

  "Where are you going?" you cross your arms with a frown. You’re both supposed to be waiting for Ortega. 

  "Errands."

   Ah, so he's abandoning you like an asshole. "Can I come?"

  "...What?" He stops, caught off guard by your question. Looking down at you like he's not sure what to make of you right now.

  "Can I go with you?" You sit up a little, making sure to keep eye contact. May as well go somewhere together for Oretga to inevitabely find you both. 

  "Why?" You can almost feel the distrust dripping off the word like venom from fangs. You don’t know why he’s distrusted you from the start, though it might have to do with stealing his wallet that one time…

  Which is a valid reason but it still stings a bit more than you would like to admit. Especially considering you had started looking forward to battling beside him. He's the best tactician you've encountered, not to mention he has access to technology and mods you wouldn't normally have access to. 

  “Because you don’t want to leave me alone in your base?” A helpless smile as you play on his insecurities. 

  He glowers at you before turning away from you with a noncommittal grunt. Which is, of course, an automatic yes in your book.

  You move, rolling off the couch and back to your feet. A smile of success that may be a bit too happy but you'd rather hang out with Steel than be by yourself in this place. 

  It's beginning to feel too much like something. And you're terrified of what that is.

  “So what kind of errands are we doing?"

  "Nothing that really requires your presence Sidestep."

  "Don't do that," you frown, shoving your hands into your pockets as you walk beside him down the hall.

  "Do what?" He sighs, glancing at you with a frown.

  "Use my hero identity when I'm not suited up. I did give you guys my name for a reason."

  "If that's even your real name."

  You can't hide the flinch in response, "Does it matter? It's my name either way."

  "You flinched." He sends a glare your way and you can feel his suspicions rolling off of him like toxic waves. 

  "...Sometimes the first name you get isn't the right one." Sometimes it's- No. Don't think about it. Not right now and definitely not in front of Steel. 

  At least he lets you leave it at that. Your walk filled with silence but the edge of it has been dulled. You may have said too much. Revealed a piece that only Sentinel and Anathema knew about. 

  Or maybe he's hoping you'll get bored again and just leave.

  Which, you'll admit, is a possibility. 

  "Sooo, I was wondering-"

  "No." His pace doesn't slow as he pushes open the door, striding out of the building without bothering to look back and letting the door slam back into you. 

  Your hand comes up, pushing it back open before it even has a chance to fully shut."I didn't even say anything yet," you mumble as you jog to catch up with his fast pace. 

  "You didn't have too."

  "You're such an asshole. I just wanted to ask about your mods."

  "Exactly why I said no."

  "Ugh, you're more difficult than Ortega," you complain hands lacing together behind your head. 

  "What?" He looks down at you confused trying to piece together exactly what connection you're making. 

  "Oh please. If you're telling me you didn't know Ortega's difficult I'm calling bullshit." 

  "He's not-"

  "Steel." you stop by an open alley arms falling back to your side, "He literally takes 'that's a bad idea' as a challenge to make it ten times worse."

  He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "He does have a tendency to do that." 

  You laugh, about to say more until you hear the click of a knife, a string of thoughts leading to one conclusion. 

  You barely think as you push Steel out of the way of the knife aimed at him. Your face stings right below your eye and all you can do is react. Unarm the assailant, punch to the stomach, knee to the head. 

  It's over before your mind catches up, the words tumbling out before you can think to stop them.

…

Steel:

  "Are you okay?" He looks at you with unexpected worry, even as blood drips from the wound on his face. Right under his eye. If the knife had hit just a bit higher…

   It takes a moment for you to even find the words. Your mind suddenly reeling with realizations.

  He's so young. 

  So much younger than you… than Ortega. And maybe it's the guilt burning in your veins but you can't help but realize he didn't have to step in. 

  He did though. And almost paid a price higher than a new scar for it. 

  "I'm fine."

  "Well that's good at least. Didn't expect some asshole to pull a knife on us."

  "Shouldn't you have?"

  "I'm not that good of a telepath Steel."

  "Chen."

   "...What?"

   "You heard me," maybe you should've tried harder not to smile as you say. But the smile you get in return feels worth it just a bit.

#fallen hero rebirth #Kiyo Basri #Wei Chen #fallen hero: rebirth #my writing

[justanotherdeadgirlwalking]

That is Just the Saddest F**king Thing I Have Ever Heard.

TW obviously DEH is about a kid’s suicide, so it has those themes

other parts :)

Part Four. 

Despite the fact that I have spent literal months in bed, there is just something so relieving about being in my own bed. It doesn’t reek of death and sickness, just the familiar stench of my cologne, the indent where my butt fits perfectly. The comfort from the familiarity is unmatched. This room is my own private kingdom, the only place where I was ever important. I could hide away in my room and never feel lonely; I had books that I have read hundreds of time to keep me company. Everything I needed is in here, my mind is always stimulated. My pencils and sketchbooks never let me get bored, I could sketch for hours on end, my art was never done, something could always be revised. Plus, my stash of weed I kept hidden in my drawer helped me push through some of the worst days. This is the room where I spent the nights I couldn’t sleep and all the days I’ve spelt away.

I wish I could say my room is exactly how I left it. My bed was made with new, fresh sheets; my laundry was picked up off the floor, now sitting washed and neatly folded in a basket. Somehow, it feels like I am in someone else’s room, and yet, its still my bedroom. I should know better, Cynthia wouldn’t leave a mess in here when she had so much idle time, so much time to sit and worry. She redecorated every room in the house it seems. There’s new furniture, new paintings on the wall. I feel like I walked into a Pottery Barn add and not the home I grew up in.

Readjusting to life, my new life, has been a struggle. I thought I would be able to just slip back into old routine: going to school unnoticed, walking in the park unnoticed, spending time alone without anyone caring; I thought I could return to my life of being a barley in the background kind of guy. I was dreading going back to school. The dread I was feeling about going back after being gone for so long, after this Connor Project bullshit I don’t even know what to expect. I knew Evan had dropped a grenade on my life, but I didn’t know how big the explosion was. Mom let me miss a few more days before the inevitable. I told her I wasn’t mentally healthy enough to go back yet. Unfortunately, my psychologist disagreed and told her it was time for me to go back. So much for doctor-patient confidentiality.  I tried bargaining with them too; I’d go back to school, but only to a new one, or online. No dice. If I ran away from my problems now, I’d spend my whole life running. It would be better for me to face my fears head on, go back to high school. I don’t know why it was so important that I couldn’t transfer; I’m super behind anyway, so why not save myself from the embarrassment.

My life will never go back to how it was before. I used to be feared, I was the school freak. Now, everyone wants to be my friend. People I’ve never talked to before are asking me how my day is; people are waiting for me after class to walk with me. Alana Beck offered to tutor me to help me catch up on all the work I missed; I just feel like a charity case. “It’s because we’re such great acquaintances” she said. More like she needs some more material to upload on the website she runs. No doubt she picked up this whole “project” as a resume booster. I can’t blame her, something like this would definitely get the attention of some college admission people.

Besides everyone trying to be my friend, school wasn’t that bad. I met with all of my teachers, and if I put a lot of work in, I’ll still be able to graduate on time. They all seemed very concerned about me, they wanted to help me as much as they could. Some were even willing to set up times to meet with me outside of school to help me miss all the material I missed. My guidance consular is trying to pull strings for me so I can still apply to colleges. Unfortunately, I missed the deadline to apply to a lot of art schools, and it doesn’t look like they’re going to budge on that, mostly the ones that I wanted to go to too. It’s okay I suppose, I don’t have a portfolio put together, so it’s not like I have anything to show. I still have time to figure everything out. Most likely, I would start at one school and just transfer into the program I want to go to.

Everyone wanted to be my friend and talk to me, but the one person I wanted to talk to was avoiding me. It’s not hard to avoid someone at school, just turn the corner or tuck into a room, but at home you have to be extra stealthy. Zoe seemed to have joined a plethora of after school activities, band, drama club, she even joined the track team, and she hates exercising. Anything to keep her out of the house, to have to miss family dinners, and have to go to school before me, and stay later than me, so she doesn’t have to drive with me. I just want my sister to acknowledge me. She seems to be attached to the hip to Evan, I guess they’re dating. Zoe probably never found out about the creepy letter he wrote about her.

The letter. I have read it too many times to count. It’s everywhere. It was first posted on The Connor Project’s website and it’s been shared thousands of time. Everyone thinks its my suicide note. It’s so odd, it reads like one, there’s so much pain and hurt in it. It makes sense that people believe its my note. Though, it’s weird that everyone is ignoring that I supposedly confessed my love to my sister in it. Maybe they all just assume we were close and it just sibling love. I wonder if I actually took a second to read it, beyond the blurb about my sister, how different everything would be. Evan was struggling, a struggle I knew too well. I was too caught up in my bullshit to even see that. I wish I could go back to that day. He needed a friend as much as I needed one. I could’ve reached out to him and told him there was no reason for him to feel that way.

On the other hand, it seems that my attempted suicide was the best thing that ever happened to Evan. He’s popular now, and he has a girlfriend. It feels like my parents adopted him too. He’s always here, after school, for dinner, sometimes he stays the night. He even has his own room here too, Cynthia converted the guest room into his bedroom, “so he feels at home here” she said. Zoe usually sneaks in there at night. I would have never imagined my parents would let my sister’s boyfriend basically live here. I guess at first he was invited in because my parents thought he was my only friend, and they wanted to learn about me from him. Then he grown on them; they like him. He has tea and talks to mom and helps her cook; he plays catch with Larry, he even uses my baseball glove. Sure, I never used it, I got it as a birthday gift one year and just left it in the bag with the tags still on; that’s not the point. I feel like my parents adopted him as the son they’ve always wanted. A replacement for the disappointment I am.

Mom and dad thought that I would like my supposed best friend around all the time. I can’t even look at him without wanting to just rip him to shreds. I am just waiting for the right moment to expose him. Our friendship and emails we shared were all lies. He made them all up, made a fake account, wrote fake emails, made up stories and lies about me. He’s not even a good liar, none of the stories he told makes sense, there’s so many holes in the stories. He gave a whole speech about going to the apple orchard with me for the first time, when he broke his arm, but there are emails about going there that are dated months before that fake day. He wrote emails from my perspective, that I was doing well, really well, getting better. Then I tried to kill myself and no one understands why I tried. There are so many questions in the comment sections under the posted emails, people want answers, and Evan can’t keep his story straight. It’s only a matter of time before someone asks me about it, and I don’t think I’ll be able to maintain the façade. I think the only reason no one has asked me yet is because they don’t want to hurt me, but questions can only be left unanswered for so long before people go hunting for what they want to hear. They want the truth. Unless Evan comes clean, I’m the only one that can give it to them. I doubt he will, he has the life he’s always wanted. It’s not like he has a conscience, he would never have taken this lie this far if he did.

#deh #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #dear connor murphy #connor murphy deh #mike faist #DEH fanfic #deh fandom #Dear evan hansen fanfic #evan hansen #ben platt #zoe murphy #tree bros #musicals #fanfiction

[onlymadethisaccount4taylorswift]

@taylorswift You said in your live on insta you wanted to see this!! Literal evidence of all the people I’ve been harassing today about the new song. We have:

-my boyfriend (yes I spelt Brendon’s name wrong at first out of excitement but I corrected it)

-my housemate (who has never heard the term “bop” before and I’ve mocked her all evening). Bonus points for her as I’ve been speaking at (not explaining - speaking at) her all the different theories leading up to this so she’s become very interested and started following too lol)

-my best friend who was the person who got me into tay all those years back

-my other (male) housemate

PS Yes I know I was wrong about the kitten’s name (Apols mr button) but I was right about the existence!!

@taylornation

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylurking #ts7 #ts7iscoming #taylorlurking #me! #brendon urie

[tylermagnusenvest]

“So... Tell me about this boy.”

It was Saturday morning. Saturday the 27th December 2014. Tyler had come down not ten minutes ago, hair still damp from his morning shower, navy jumper hanging a little big on his frame- actually, maybe it wasn’t even his jumper, it was hard to tell sometimes- having just settled at the table with a steaming mug of tea when his mother had leaned over the kitchen island and hit him with a question that had him nearly knocking over his mug.

“What boy? There’s no boy.”

His mother raised a brow and, as if right on cue, a voice came from half way down the stairs, “Oh, there most definitely is!”

Loxley appeared in the kitchen a moment later, wearing an identical navy jumper that looked a little too tight on his broader frame- a fact that had Tyler stifling a laugh despite the fact that his friend had swept in to stick his nose in where it didn’t belong. The younger boy greeted Ardelle with a warm smile, she smiled back and without saying anything aloud she went about preparing him a coffee, he fetched the milk from the fridge for her and then they both settled to lean over the island. Loxley took a long sip from his coffee, it was steaming hot but he didn’t seem to notice, and when he put the mug down he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, which just always spelt trouble.

“His name is Jeremy Lockhart, something of a catch in the castle, Captain of his Quidditch Team and everything.”

“Really?” Ardelle’s mouth hung open in the biggest surprised smile. Not good.

“There is no boy.” Tyler insisted quickly, “Jeremy Lockhart isn’t- we haven’t- we’ve barely spoken to each other.”

“That so?”

“Yes, nothing to make a fuss over.”

“That’s funny,” Loxley said it in a way that made Tyler sure it definitely wasn’t, and used a tone far too casual to actually be considered such, when he added, “He’s been asking about you.”

“What?”

He spoke at the exact same time as his mother, hers a gleeful exclamation and his a disbelieving whisper. Tyler didn’t really understand why, Loxley clearly had to be joking, this whole thing was completely ridiculous. For as long as Tyler had even known about Jeremy Lockhart it was clear they had absolutely nothing in common, they shared a handful of classes perhaps but it wasn’t even as though they spoke then, they didn’t even sit near each other- or at least they hadn’t, this last month or so one might say there had been times the Hufflepuff had slid into the seat beside him in class... but it was nothing, they still barely spoke.

“Practically all the time, keeps going on about him, asked me all this stuff during the last week about our plans and stuff over the holidays. I told him he should just ask you but apparently he tried and he wasn’t entirely sure you were interested- something about you not talking to him much in class?- but I don’t really see why you wouldn’t be considering he’s one of the best people I know. Anyway, I just told him to hang in there, said I’d talk to you about it but we were free most of the holidays regardless.”

At some point Tyler had lifted his mug and just held it mid-air, completely dumbstruck by the unloading of information Loxley had just put him through- why hadn’t he mentioned any of this at school? What a complete idiot, if he’d said something sooner then... well, then he wasn’t entirely sure but Merlin, now he thought about it he had definitely done a good job of not talking to Jeremy whenever he saw with him. Tyler didn’t even mean to, it’s just he liked to concentrate in class and when boys like Jeremy Lockhart sat down next to you it was best not to look at them much or risk being completely distracted. Hypothetically. Tyler definitely hadn’t thought about it, or him for that matter, much. Was he blushing? He could feel his face was hot and knew too well to pretend it wasn’t, his mother never missed a trick and if she did then Loxley would definitely point it out anyway, he knew all of that but still he quickly brought his mug to his lips and tried to push away the fluttery feeling in his chest while he sipped at his tea.

“I’m going to change,” Tyler announced abruptly when his tea was finished, standing up from the table. “I need to go to Diagon today and pick up a few things.”

“Let’s all go!"

“I’ll have to pass,” Loxley chipped in. “I’ve got some Herbology stuff to work on, not the easiest this time of year, I’ll stay here and be on official plant and cat duty.”

“Alright well dad and I will still take you, sweetie, I need to pick some things up for New Years anyway.”

Tyler hesitated before sighing, “Fine.” At least he could escape this conversation.

“And while we’re there you can tell us more about this Jeremy Lockhart, I’m sure I’ve heard Lox mention him before anyway but I’m sure your dad will want to hear all about him, maybe we could even have him over?”

“No, thank you.”

Fair to say he literally ran up the stairs.

Diagon Alley was always busy after Christmas and he always had a funny feeling about being there with his parents. If they felt anything about it then they certainly didn’t show it, he spared a glance over his shoulder to check they were keeping up and they were walking arm in arm, his mother’s head resting against his father’s shoulder and a joyful laugh leaving her as he pointed out some odd, discounted decorations a shop over. The attack felt distant in times like this, and it was now, something from a long time ago but something that had always stayed with him regardless. It was just odd, he looked at them in moments like this as they weaved through the crowds, completely happy and radiating it, and in the back of his mind there was a whisper of remembrance to the brief time he thought he’d lost them. All of this could be just a dream, some very wonderful dream, sometimes he worried he’d open his eyes and find himself back in the alley with his parents broken on the floor in front of him, except this time no one came to help them, no one found him, he’d just watch them leave and- well, he didn’t know what would happen to him then, it wasn’t something they’d ever spoke of afterwards, all of them focused instead on the fact that they did still have each other.

He thought about it a lot. If he didn’t have them. Where he’d be, how different things would be, if he’d even have days like this where-

“Tyler?”

His head whipped around at the sound of his name and he came to a sudden stop, barely a few inches from walking straight into...

“Jeremy.”

“Hey, it’s good to see you, I wasn’t entirely sure I had the right person at first but I’m glad I do.”

“Oh, yes, well...” Tyler spared a glance back over his shoulder and immediately rolled his eyes at where his mother had dragged his father off to the side, just a few feet away, pretending to be looking over some hideous wand cases. His father looked completely puzzled as his mother whispered into his ear and then, completely lacking discretion, they both glanced in his direction curiously. He took in a deep breath and chose to ignore them, looking back to Jeremy instead when he added softly, “It’s good to see you too.”

“Yeah? Good.”

He smiled then and Merlin, any attempts to previously ignore the sheer magnitude of loveliness the Hufflepuff gave off just about fell apart. Jeremy was ridiculously handsome, sandy hair and eyes that were so bright and blue they shouldn’t have felt as warm as they did, he was a good height too and sparing glances on brief occasions might have given Tyler the impression that Jeremy Lockhart took care of himself- at least his shoulders definitely suggested as much- and all of that was completely wonderful yet didn’t even begin to compare with the spiral of fluttering that filled his chest when he smiled. It was just so much. When Jeremy Lockhart smiled his whole face lit up, all that warmth he carried around with him just sort of spilled out of every pore, he smiled and everything around him just seemed to sort of disappear. And it had. So many times. So many more than he wanted to admit. Jeremy Lockhart was the sort of boy who only had to smile at you once and you never forgot the way it made you feel, not after years of classes and clubs and almost conversations.And this wasn’t good because Tyler was sure he was staring- gazing, for Merlin’s sake- in the middle of the street like an idiot and losing himself completely in the nonsensical joy he felt when Jeremy even so much as looked at him. Which he was, actually, looking at him with this wonder Tyler wasn’t sure he’d had before- or at least not that he’d noticed. Which could only mean he knew he was staring? Merlin, things couldn’t get any worse. Somehow they did. Because Jeremy was looking at him, watching him intently and then his gaze wandered, dipped down his form in a way that made heat creep up Tyler’s neck... then completely explode onto his face when the boy’s gaze travelled back up towards his face and his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip.

Fuck.

“How was your Christmas?” Jeremy completely interrupted his train of though, or what he was trying to piece together of it, with a question so terribly normal he was pretty sure he was just a complete idiot who was reading into things far too much because Loxley had a big mouth.

“It was good, thank you, busy but I just spent it with family so it was nice. Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Yeah, the same really, I’ve only really seen my family since the holidays.”

It seemed unusual. Jeremy was so popular. Everyone just liked him, Tyler had always seen it, ever since first year when even then the boy gave off this bright, positive energy that people were just drawn to. He had a lot of friends too, people were always around Jeremy, even more than they came to him and Tyler was Head Boy.

“It’d be nice to get out and do something now Christmas is over though,” Jeremy started again, rubbing his hands together in the cold and casting a look about the street before his gaze fell on Tyler again and he suggested, “We could do something?”

“Oh... Oh, well, right now, I’m-”

He was panicking- why was he panicking? Tyler wasn’t the type to panic socially, he was quiet in nature and enjoyed a good book more than actively socialising, but he generally tried to be an approachable person and he held conversations well, no one could ever say that Tyler Envest wasn’t good with his words, yet somehow that was all just disappearing. He gestured a hand behind him blindly, some attempt to gesture at his parents as an excuse, though he wasn’t sure why he needed one other than the fact that Jeremy Lockhart- a boy who he might possibly have thought completely wonderful from a distance for years- was suggesting they spend time together and he didn’t know how to process that.

“Oh,” Jeremy had followed his gesture and must have got the general idea, his smile dropped so quickly that it actually surprised Tyler, a clearly disappointed look crossing the boy’s face. “What about tomorrow?”

Before Tyler could say anything a familiar voice answered for him, “He’s free tomorrow!”

He was going to kill her.

“Really? Great, alright,” That smile was back, fuck. “I can pick you up?”

“No! I mean, I’ll meet you somewhere, anywhere.” Tyler reached for his pocket, partly just because he could feel the heat in his face and wasn’t sure he could stand to look at Jeremy any longer. “I’ll give you my number, you can send me the details, or call me... or just text, whatever’s fine.”

“I actually have your number-” Tyler paused. Loxley. He was going to kill him too. “But I just didn’t want to use it, I guess, until you said I could. But that’s great, I’ll let you get back to your parents and I’ll call you later?”

“Ok.”

He watched Jeremy tuck his hands into his pockets and walk the first few steps backwards, a grin on his face even when he nearly walked into someone while trying to look a little longer, it was unbearably cute and Tyler had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the boy. When he disappeared into the crowd Tyler found himself looking longer than he should too, lingering there for just a heartbeat more than necessary, but when he whirled around he immediately furrowed his brows at his parents. His father gave him a completely innocent look as his mother held her hands up in surrender, still smiling though when she nudged her husband in his side with her elbow.

“I knew he’d be cute, didn’t I?”

Tyler was so nervous. He didn’t often get nervous about things, honestly, his parents had always done a good job of encouraging him to be confident and he’d taken school in his stride but the whole dating thing- if he even dared call this a date- was not something he was used to. He just didn’t see a need to date yet, he’d always focused more on his studies and had assumed that everything else would come after school, and though he might have liked people before it wasn’t something he acted on. Admiration from a distance was a lot simpler. But this wasn’t going to be from a distance, this was a complete removal of any distance, and Tyler didn’t want to be overthinking anything but he’d spent the better part of two hours that morning picking out an outfit, that was completely covered by his coat anyway, and nagging Loxley to put some small plaits in his hair, which though lovely and swept back from above his temples to pin together at the back and keep hair out of his face, were also just covered by a hat anyway. Stupid winter and all it’s layers. And more stupid Tyler, for thinking so much about something that was probably nothing anyway. Jeremy was probably just bored, just being polite, maybe he wouldn’t even show up and Tyler would feel like an idiot for getting his hopes up so much- and for being unable to sleep for hours last night after a ten minute phone call that was mostly made up of timing discussions.

“Tyler!”

He’d been looking at the floor, having arrived at least twenty minutes early and deciding shortly after that Jeremy wasn’t going to show and he’d have to find something to do for the next few hours or risk sending his mother on a rampage, it was cold too though and part of it had been wanting to bury the bottom half of his face down into his scarf. He didn’t notice Jeremy until he heard his name, startling him more than it should and sending a scattering of blush to his face when he looked up, praying the fact that it was so cold would be excuse enough for his rosy cheeks. Jeremy was wrapped up too but he still looked unbelievably handsome, crossing the road in a confident jog and stepping up onto the pavement in from of him with an easy smile on his face, he stepped right up into his space and did that thing again- that agonising thing- where for a brief moment his gaze wandered and his smile grew when their eyes met again.

“You look lovely, I’m glad you wrapped up, I almost forgot it still gets so cold down here. Have you eaten? We can grab something, if you want, though where we’re going there’ll be plenty of food and I was thinking we could just look around and pick things up as we go?”

“That sounds fine- good, I mean, I’m not that hungry so that’s good.”

If the ground wanted to open up and swallow him he’d probably be grateful. It didn’t though and as they started walking he was glad Jeremy seemed so much more at ease with all of this, they walked and Jeremy talked about... well, about everything and anything. He spoke about the things he’d done over the holidays so far, throwing in short stories about his family, and when he asked questions Tyler did his best to answer them without growing completely flustered. It felt so stupid, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been around Jeremy before, they’d known each other from a distance for years but all of this just felt different. In class Tyler was confident, when talking about school work he had no worries, and he supposed there was something formal but easier to deal with about being at school, wearing a uniform, being able to focus on other things. This was just different because there were times, as they walked, where Jeremy just looked at him with this quiet curiosity that made Tyler’s head swim and heart pound, because Jeremy looked at him sometimes as though he didn’t see anything else, there was just him, and Tyler didn’t quite know what to do with that. He didn’t know what to do when they were walking or when they hopped on the tube, when despite his balance being excellent and him being perfectly confident in not wobbling over at every stop, Jeremy still stood barely a few inches from him and placed his hand on top of his on the rail. And he couldn’t stand the fact that because he was the tiniest bit taller it was incredibly difficult to drop his gaze and avoid catching Jeremy just looking at him.

They ended up at Hyde Park, that was always bustling but this time of year was thriving. Being as early as it was there were less people than he’d expect later but still, the markets and activities here at Christmas were a spectacle and Tyler found himself unconsciously smiling as they wandered through. Jeremy had an excitement that was rather contagious, he jogged up to stalls that caught his attention, mused over tiny decorations or looked on in awe at more intricate designs. He pointed out food stalls too, they tries steaming mugs of mulled wine and selected sticky, sweet pastries and cakes with tiny decorations on them from various stalls. They went to the Magical Ice Kingdom after they’d had their fill of various treats, Tyler had never been in before and as they went Jeremy explained the various themes they had. He wasn’t sure what the theme was this year but it was incredible regardless, there were huge sculptures carved from ice at every turn, butterflies and an array of other creatures that Tyler was in awe of. It was freezing too, he could’ve logically expected that but it still surprised him, a few turns in and he was shivering despite his best efforts not to. He was eager not to draw attention to it but apparently he completely failed, for the rest of the walk through Jeremy was stood right behind him, at times the boy’s hands would appear on his waist, encouraging him to stop so he could point out a particular structure, standing so close Tyler was sure if he relaxed back even a little he’d feel the boy flush against him. So of course he didn’t, even the idea of it had his face burning, which granted did help with the cold so perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing. They wandered around a little more after that and, even though Jeremy fell into step beside him, every now and against he’d place a hand on the small of Tyler’s back and guide him between the growing crowds, an action that never failed to make Tyler blush. At least ice skating he felt confident with, he’d been with his parents numerous times and was actually fairly good at it, so when they stopped at the huge rink he felt a little more at ease. For a short period, anyway, he took a few confident glides onto the ice only to spin around and find Jeremy looking a little wobbly- not what he’d expected from a Quidditch player who needed a lot of balance, he’d admit.

“Here,” Tyler skated back over, unable to help smiling as he offered his hands forward, Jeremy took them both without hesitation. “We’ll go slowly?”

“Sounds good.”

Tyler wasn’t sure why Jeremy would choose to ice skate if he wasn’t any good at it but maybe he didn’t mind too much, not when Jeremy was holding onto his hands and inching across the ice slowly but surely, even less when the boy wobbled and tensed his arms up, pulling them closer together. Somehow he wasn’t a nervous as before, when he had some kind of purpose he didn’t mind having Jeremy so close, didn’t mind the warmth of the boy’s hands in his, it was easier to pretend all of this wasn’t completely overwhelming when he had something to focus on beside the fact that Jeremy Lockhart was rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles and hanging onto his every word. Maybe he was a little too relaxed because one minute he was fine and the next he was stumbling, nearly knocking into someone who whizzed past behind him, but before his legs could give way Jeremy’s hands pulled free of his and the boy shot forward to grab hold of his waist and steady his balance, holding him up on his feet with ease. And Tyler clung to him on pure instinct, curling his fingers into the front of the boy’s coat, relieved at first when Jeremy pulled him right up against his chest and for a moment they just stayed there, holding each other tightly with heavy breaths ghosting between them- everything tender and warm and made all the more perfect when Jeremy sighed in relief and pressed their foreheads together.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m-” He paused, a realisation sinking in and he quickly pulled away to put a little space between them. “You can skate.”

“Ah, well...” Jeremy’s smile turned sheepish, he looked down for a second, but his hold on Tyler’s waist didn’t relax and despite his accusation Tyler still clung to Jeremy’s front. “Yes, I can, but I wasn’t trying to- well, I wasn’t meaning to lie. It’s just you seemed nervous all day and then I brought you here and you were so excited and so confident, it was so cute that I thought I’d let you show off a little? I am sorry though, it was really sweet that you tried to teach me, you’re good at explaining things, I can see why so many people want you as their tutor. Then again you being exceptionally cute could have something to do with that.”

“T-That’s-” Fuck, he was stuttering, fighting the blush that just kept rushing back.

“I really am sorry, it was just nice seeing you so relaxed.”

Ah, crap. Whatever upset he might of felt over Jeremy lying at all, even over something stupid, had pretty much dissolved. Tyler would like to say the flattery played no part but it did just a little, maybe because though Jeremy was definitely trying to get back in his good books there was nothing teasing about his tone, when he said things like that Tyler could almost think he actually meant it.

“It’s alright,” He said after a moment, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he glanced down at the little space between them, his hands still on Jeremy’s chest, and awkwardly pushed a little more space between them. “It doesn’t matter so much.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Good.”

That smile was back and Tyler couldn’t help but smile a little himself, even when Jeremy released his hold on his waist and instead offered him a hand to hold, which he took in a gentle hold. They stayed on the ice a while longer, until the sky grew a tad darker and their stomachs were rumbling, they headed back to collect their shoes and when they left the park to get something proper to eat he found their hands linked together again.

They got Italian food- his favourite though he hadn’t told Jeremy so, maybe he’d asked Loxley about it, he didn’t mind either way- and shared slices of garlic bread and pizza, tasting bites of each other’s food and even though it made him flustered, which in turn made Jeremy laugh, he couldn’t help but get caught up in the whole day. He wasn’t sure he’d ever smiled so much for so long, not because he wasn’t happy, but because no one had ever made him laugh like that and no one had ever looked so pleased for managing to do so. They debated over the cheque, he was surprised how stubborn the Hufflepuff was about it but Tyler could definitely be worse, in the end they decided to split it evenly. It was dark by then, he wasn’t sure he’d ever spent so much time with anyone beside Loxley, yet when Jeremy suggested they grab something warm to drink he agreed with a smile, not quite ready to leave him yet and heart a flutter when his agreement was met with a gentle squeeze on his fingers. They stopped off at a small cafe that was warm and cosy inside, even at the restaurant he hadn’t taken off his scarf and cardigan but the moment they found a table and Jeremy stood up to order shrugged off the layers until only his sweatshirt remained. He took off his hat too and was sure his hair was a mess, he spared a glance at the counter when he sat back in his seat and immediately wanted to sink down to the floor when he caught Jeremy watching, the smile that pulled at the corner’s of the boy’s mouth making his knees weak- thank Merlin he was sat down already.

“I never notice how long your hair is before,” Jeremy commented when he sat back down, a hot chocolate with a frothy top placed in front of him and a tea pushed over towards Tyler. “Plaits suit you.”

“Loxley did them, I’ve never been good at doing them myself so I don’t bother unless he has the time.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that actually. It’s funny, we’ve always been good friends and I realised the two of you were always close but I didn’t realise until a few years ago that you live together? At home, as well as at school, I mean.”

“Ever since second year,” Tyler nodded, lifting his tea to take a small tip. “My parents always wanted more children, I think, but fostering suited us all better. They considered it before and when I mentioned Loxley it just seemed like a good idea- it was a good idea.”

“He’s practically your brother then?”

“Erm,” Tyler considered the question as Jeremy took a long sip from his mug. “No? Not really, it’s complicated.”

Jeremy didn’t say anything and Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure how else to answer something like that. Jeremy seemed to consider his answer with his mug pressed to his lips, when he set it back down on the table there was a stretch of cream over his top lip, without thinking Tyler sat forward and reached across the table to swipe it away with his thumb. Jeremy licked it before he could, which was horrifically embarrassing, he made a quick more to retract his hand but Jeremy reached up and caught it instead, stretched his fingers out between Tyler’s and brought their joined hands down to rest on the table.

“You and Loxley aren’t... together, right?” His tone was softer, more serious than he’d ever heard it.

“No,” Tyler replied quickly. “It’s not like that, it’s just- it’s just he’s not my brother either. I don’t know how to explain it, he was becoming my friend before my parents started fostering him, and perhaps had we been younger and grown up together it’d be different but it just doesn’t feel that way. We’ve become a lot closer and I care about him- I love him, really- but it’s not like that, it’s just different. He’s my best friend, he knows me better than anyone, I’m grateful he’s such a huge part of my life but I’m not in love with him.”

“Oh.”

“That- It probably doesn’t make sense, sorry.”

He tried to pull his hand away but Jeremy squeezed his fingers and shook his head.

“No, it does. I get it, he’s important to you, but I’m glad you’re not together.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, the way Jeremy said it made his skin hot. Jeremy Lockhart’s glad I don’t have a boyfriend. If that wasn’t a thought that was going to keep him awake at night then he didn’t know what was. And it still all felt so ridiculous to him because he didn’t understand where any of this had come from, why all of a sudden this incredible, gorgeous boy seemed to be so curious about him. They were such different people, before this they’d barely spoken outside of class. Tyler was studious and fairly quiet, he had small groups of good friends he’d made through being together in the library, or in clubs, or even as a prefect but other than being Head Boy he was quite sure most people didn’t know much about him. Everyone knew Jeremy Lockhart. Jeremy was Captain of Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team, Jeremy was funny and kind, he was the life of all the parties and if that wasn’t enough he was just so handsome. He’d literally seen people fawn over Jeremy, seen people go to Quidditch games just to watch him, and despite the entirely different worlds they came from even Tyler, at times, had found himself sparing glances at him from a distance. So many people would be happy to date Jeremy, a lot of people had been happy dating Jeremy, even people he broke up with didn’t have bad words to say about him and somehow he was here with him.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Oh, well, I’m going to apparate?”

“Then... Can I walk you to Diagon Alley, where you can apparate us both to yours, so I can be sure you got home safe?”

He was doing that smile again and Tyler, completely weak against it by this point, just found himself nodding.

Fuck it.

He wasn’t sure how late it was when they appeared at his front gate, only a short path’s walk from his house, Jeremy’s hand in his. It was dark but there were lights on in the house, he had no doubt Loxley would be up and it wouldn’t surprise him if his parents were up too, if only so they could bombard him with questions about his day- or his mother would bombard, his father would listen intently with quite encouragement.

“This is me,” His breath ghosted as he spoke.

“It’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Tyler glanced towards the house, very aware of Jeremy’s hand in his and the odd knot in his stomach at the thought of letting go. Which was so silly, it was all so ridiculous, he probably wouldn’t see the boy for the rest of the holidays now and by the time they got back to Hogwarts all of this would be a distant memory anyway. He turned back to Jeremy and gave a small smile, tried not to let it show that he was completely disappointed that this was over, and reached behind himself to take hold of the gate.

“Today has been... today was wonderful, thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Tyler.”

“Alright but I’m grateful anyway, I had a lot of fun.” There was a moment of silence, during which Tyler hesitantly pulled his hand free from Jeremy’s hold. “I hope you have a good rest of the holidays, Jeremy.”

He turned to go, about ready to run up to his room, bury his face in his pillow and scream. This all felt so very stupid, he barely knew this boy and still the idea of not seeing him until school made his chest ache, and the idea of seeing him then but not being able to be near him, to talk to him like he did today, to hold his hand, made him want to cry. All very stupid, completely ridiculous, which Tyler was neither of. So it was best he just hurry up and forget about all of this anyway but he’d barely took a step before he was spun back around and Jeremy’s hands were on his hips, keeping him in place.

“Wait, I just- I need to say some things and I’m not really sure where to start but I need to say them now or I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life. Can I?”

Tyler just nodded.

“I just feel so, I don’t know, so stupid? Because you’ve just always been there, in classes and in the castle, for the last seven years you’ve been so close and I just never really knew- it’s just that Loxley talks about you all the time, and because he thinks so highly of you I think I always knew you had to be a decent person, but he would say things about you and it just didn’t fit with the image of you I had. And I didn’t know you but that was alright, just hearing about you through Loxley was alright, I didn’t even think much about it until Halloween-”

Oh. He supposed it wasn’t entirely true that he had never spoke to Jeremy properly. Halloween felt like a long time ago, Tyler had thought about it since but it hadn’t seemed so important, at least it hadn’t seemed important to Jeremy. It was nothing really, Hogwarts always through a party and when that one was over it wasn’t unusual for the older students to continue it elsewhere, it had been in Slytherin this year so Tyler had gone for a short while but in the end he’d headed back to his dorm early. When Jeremy showed up for the dorm he wasn’t even looking for him, apparently Loxley had lost a bet and was meant to wear some ridiculous costume but Jeremy hadn’t seen him in it yet, and Tyler had informed him simply enough that his friend wasn’t there. He hadn’t changed out of his costume yet, fluffy white ears still atop his head and tail swaying behind him, Jeremy was part way through asking about it when Alice came out from under his bed and the boy quickly caught on that, rather embarrassingly, he’d dressed as his own cat for Halloween. Tyler had been horrified really, quite sure his entire face went red when Jeremy laughed, laughed so much he nearly stumbled over actually. It really was nothing, Tyler had just brought him in, let him sit down and given him a glass of water. Jeremy had asked him about the open book on his bed and he’d briefly explained something about it, perhaps why he liked it so much, and then Jeremy left. And maybe Tyler had asked Loxley to check on the boy the next day and to pass on some hangover potions if he needed them.

Even thinking about it now made him flustered.

“And then things were just different, I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like everything Loxley said about you that I didn’t understand was suddenly ridiculously obvious. I saw you everywhere all of a sudden, in class or in the corridor, I’d notice you in the Great Hall and get so caught up watching you I’d forget to eat. You had always just been there and you weren’t doing anything differently but it just became more and more obvious that you do so much, you work so hard and look after everyone else, you’re always studying and are probably miles ahead of half the class but every time a professor asks a question you let other people answer first. You read all the time though, all kinds of things, I’d catch you reading poetry or fiction and when you concentrate on something you really love there’s this hint of awe in your eyes I’d never really noticed before. You rarely laugh but you smile to yourself when people say things you like, you smirk when Loxley complains and play with your hair when you’re tired.”

Christ. He looked to the floor, biting his bottom lip as his skin prickled with heat.

“And you chew your lips when you’re nervous, which is hardly ever, I’ve seen you do that more today than ever before. You take exams in your stride but you hate to fly, you’ve never come to a Quidditch game. You look down when you blush, and sometimes when people say something good about you it’s like you don’t believe it.”

“Jeremy-”

“But you should. I wasn’t looking for it before but, Tyler, you’re completely, terrifyingly wonderful and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for months. Now I’ve spent today with you I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop thinking about you ever, I’d be an idiot if I did.” He paused, his breathing was heavy, ghosting between them and Tyler was doing his best not to just melt right there. Jeremy stepped closer, pressing their foreheads together and Tyler could feel his heart pounding. “I don’t want to wait until we go back to school, I don’t want to stop seeing you. Tyler, I like you, in fact I might be just the tiniest bit crazy about you.”

Fuck.

That was a lot to process, more than he’d ever expected, the mere idea that Jeremy noticed him so much made his thoughts a mess. He didn’t know what to say but maybe that was good because Jeremy cupped a hand to his cheek, tilted his head with his thumb and, just when he was sure he couldn’t be more enamoured with the boy, he kissed him. So very softly. Jeremy’s lips were wonderfully warm- not to mention his fingers, that slipped back through his hair and came to rest at the nape of his neck- against the winter air. Maybe it was only a second or two but it was enough to make Tyler’s skin burn, enough that his eyes closed and when the boy pulled away even a little the softest, disappointed sigh left him. He was so sure he was going to pull away, going to let that be the end of it, which was just not good at all. He couldn’t help it, Jeremy’s nose brushed against his and when he felt the boy’s weight shift even just a little Tyler pressed forward, chasing his mouth eagerly. He could feel Jeremy smiling against his lips, and the boy’s hand sliding down his back and then pulling him forward, and all of it was so much he had no choice but to cling to him, to grip a hand at the boy’s chest and slip the other arm up around his shoulder. He was so aware of Jeremy’s hands pulling him in that he was surprised by the heat of his mouth, the taste of his tongue, he gasped and stumbled a step forward but Jeremy pressed him back. Right back until the fence was digging into his back, it clattered when he fell against it but he didn’t care, how could he care when Jeremy was pressing forward against him? And Merlin the way Jeremy kissed. He kissed hungrily, desperately, biting at his bottom lip and tasting his mouth. When Tyler got even half a second to breathe he was moaning, pulling him back in, so eager for Jeremy’s mouth on his and the boy’s hands pulling him impossibly closer. He didn’t even know how he did it but at some point Jeremy’s hands found their way inside his coat, up under his layers until his fingers were freezing against his skin, splayed out on the small of his back and pressing them together. Tyler’s fingers were up in the boy’s hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he was quite sure he’d completely melt if they kept this up and when Jeremy took a moment to groan his name, Tyler just about died.

“Jeremy-” He breathed, practically mewled, lips brushing together even when they were completely out of breath. “Fuck.”

“On the first date? Don’t tease me, Tyler.”

It was impossible to blush more but he still felt the heat rise in his face, even if he smiled against the boy’s mouth regardless.

“I should... this is n-not the time for this, I should be inside.”

“I don’t know, now seems pretty perfect.”

He laughed softly but shook his head, “Jeremy, I can’t.”

“I know, unfortunately. I just...” He kissed him again, unbearably briefly. “Can I call you?” Tyler could barely think, when he nodded it was barely noticeable but Jeremy still smiled and added in a deliciously soft tone. “Tonight?”

He nodded again, more eagerly this time.

It felt wrong to untangle from each other as they did, even now, outside his house where his parents were probably waiting up for him and about to grill him on his day with a boy whose mouth was still pressing brief kisses to his. He missed Jeremy's hands on him the moment they weren’t there, sighed unhappily and pressed himself close to the boy again when Jeremy took a small step back to give him space. He didn’t want space. He uncurled his fingers from Jeremy’s hair, ran his hands down the boy’s chest, found his lips again in another kiss, smiled when he pulled back and Jeremy let out a frustrated groan. He was sure his lips were swollen, they were warm and tingly against the cold air but Tyler didn’t care, Jeremy was looking at him with this achingly wonderful longing look.

“I’m glad I got to see you home safe,” Jeremy whispered, his tone playful. “I would’ve liked to see more of you but that can wait.”

“I’m not the type to rush into things,” Tyler countered, his voice softer, tinged with a seriousness that didn’t match Jeremy’s.

“I know.” The boy just nodded. “That’s alright.”

“Ok.”

Tyler wasn’t sure how to say goodbye after that, after all of it. He felt fluttery and giddy, it was completely stupid but he just didn’t really care, and even though they were barely touching now he still found Jeremy’s mouth for one last brief kiss. Then he had to physically tear himself away, turn around completely and unlock the fence, letting it fall closed behind him to create a physical barrier between them, quite sure otherwise he’d find himself falling back against the boy in a matter of moments anyway. He got half way down the path before he turned around to see Jeremy watching him, he twisted himself around to walk the rest of the way backwards, smiling to see Jeremy waited until he was right up on the doorstep before he mouthed ‘I’ll call you’ and then disappeared. Tyler gazed at the spot he stood for a few moments before sighing and turning to open the front door. He stepped into the hall and let the door close behind him, no sooner had he done so did he hear footsteps running along the hall upstairs. He leaned back against the door just as Loxley appeared on the stairs and his parents walked through from the kitchen, all of them looking at him expectantly. Loxley had that annoying grin on his face again.

“Well? Was I right or not?”

Tyler took in a deep breath, wanting to roll his eyes but instead finding he could only drop his head back against the door and sigh.

Fuck, he could really fall for this one.

Tyler groaned.

“There’s definitely a boy.”

#periculumprompt #[ drabbles ] #this is very long but like????? my heart is so full #au where Ty's parents are alive and he's still a quiet bookish boy but he's so much happier #au where Ty's parents always wanted other children and started fostering Loxley so him and Ty actually grew up together #au that's not au cause they totally still share a bed all the time like idiots #au where no matter the circumstances Tyler and Jeremy can't help falling in love with each other #and the boys are always together no matter what happens #I'm fine I'm just crying for no reason all is good #[ just keep me ] #I spent too long on this hahahahaha it's so long #but still gooey fluffy Tyremy is my lifeblood #[ AU ]

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@pichipichiparadise  Didn't I say you should be prepared for this? Well, here it comes! I hope I spelt all the titles right 'xD And sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, I always do my best when I write in foreign languages but I'm just your average teenage fangirl who loses all of her reason before what she loves the most. Before starting, I should say that I love both slow romantic ballads and fast-paced pop songs on an even level, so I don't think I am too biased towards any of the two genres; truth to be said, MM offers some great pieces for both types of music, and I like all of them. Now, here's what you were all waiting for, i. e. my complete ranking of all the songs from the anime Mermaid Melody!

48) Ai no ondo Sorry, but it's just a big "no" for me. The tune is so irritating that it somehow annoys me to listen to it. 47) Koi wa nandarō? Urgh. Same as before. Irritating tune and even more irritating singer – it's higher on the list just thanks to some passages in the lyrics which make me think of some sort of sexual innuendo, and since I am both a hopeless romantic and a huge pervert, I vastly appreciate it XD 46) Oh, yeah! Alala Does this remind you of exaggeratedly cute idol songs? Because it's the impression it gives me, and it's not a good one. (OK, I'm overdoing, there are definitely some idols I like, but Jpop rarely clicks with me if it's not related to anime in some way) 45) Splash dream! Er... this is getting boring, but I just cannot stand Asumi Nakata's voice 'xD However, this is where the tunes stop being outright irritating for me, and it's just a matter of them failing to catch my heart. 44) Aurora no kaze ni notte I'm on shortage of comments already, I guess I'll just say that Ema Kogure sounds like a 2 year-older and that I keep on forgetting how the tune goes. 43) Star! Meromero heart Irritating singer, forgettable tune, stupid lyrics (I know it's done on purpose, but still). On with the next one. 42) Mother symphony OMG, I feel guilty for puttin your favourite song so low! Actually, I must admit that I've never thought about the lyrics the way you put it, and maybe reading your comment will help me appreciate this song a bit more ^^ However, this spot is where the songs start being just boring and uninteresting to me instead of plain unsufferable, so it's still something... I guess? 41) Nanatsu no umi no monogatari – Pearls of mermaid As I said, boring and forgettable and little else. I think I've already lost half of my readers by now. 40) Birth of love Really? Did they waste Eri Kitamura's talents to make her sing this so-so piece? That's a crime on my book! 39) Piece of love I said I love love songs, but that's simply an understatement: I am a literal sucker for slow, deep, emotional songs about feelings and such. But this... what I can see is that it tried to be a romantic piece but failed miserably and ended up being a mere yawn-inducing song. I'm not exaggerating, I really find it sleep-inducing! In this sense, it low-key reminds me of A dream is a wish your heart makes, lol. But I feel the need to repeat that I absolutely adore romantic ballads if done right, in fact the main theme from Beauty and the Beast is my single best favourite song in the whole freaking world, OK? But there's a clear limit between "romantically slow" and "sleepily slow", and this songs trespass it. 38) Mizuiro no senritsu I have a sensation that composing more upbeat songs is easier, because there can't be the risk to have your listeners fall asleep, or is it just me? In fact, this makes nice for a Jpop song... it's just that I'm not that big a Jpop fan to start, and the idols I do follow, such as Momoiro Clover Z, I do so just because they have sung songs from animes I love. I guess this song is somehow OK, it's just a matter of me not connecting with it. 37) Portami con te OK, finally here's what I think is the worst Italian song – in case you started thinking I was biased and would put all the Italian songs on top... well, you wouldn't exactly be wrong about the bias part, but still. For me, this song is just on the limit between "nice romantic slow songs" and "boring as heck slow songs": one day I find it sweet, the other day I think it is simply too slow. But what really made me decide to put it low in the list is the fact that it's a mere rearrangement of Yume no sono saki e instead of a completely new piece of music, thus making it the sole and only non-original song from the Italian dub... which is not cool. Definitely not cool. 36) Yume no sono saki e I really have the same opinion about this song and the last one, due to them being so terribly similar, but I decided to give this the higher spot because I'll be eternally pissed that they decided to use an already-existing base to arrange Portami con te, and that's not something I could ever forgive 'xD 35) Daijina takarabako (slow version) I think this could make for a nice lullaby. What else could I say? It's cute and it manages to be slow without being boring; now, I don't consider it to be necessarily unforgettable, but here we're starting heading for the better. 34) Hana to chō no serenade This is the perfect LanHua song, full stop: it's just as haunting, hypnotizing and mysterious as it should be, with that exotical feel to the tune that spices it up. And it is even better in French! It may seem to be too low in the list to be a song I like, but these are just the songs that I find to be good but not great. 33) Kibō no Kaneoto – Love goes on Now that's a pretty battle song! True, it may not be at Sera Myu level (but then, very few can compare to the eternal goddess Akiko Kosaka), but I admire the fact that it manages to be both sweet and relatively upbeat at the same time. 32) Concerto d'amore "Good but not great" is again all I can say about this one, so I'll add that I'm very disappointed by the fact that the second half of the song has never made it to the series proper and is therefore only present in the CD version – which is a shame, because I think that is where the song gets better. The tune is nice enough, but maybe it's overused, in the sense that it always plays whenever a radio is on during the show, which sometimes feeds me up; but it isn't a boring song, definitely not. 31) Voce del buio OK, I'll admit that the concept is good: this villain song wanted to be suffocating and practically impossible to forget, and it succeeded perfectly – that's the type of melody that just can't get out of your mind after one single listening. But there's too much rap for my taste and, though the contrast between the tune of the stanzas and that of the refrains is amazing, it somehow comes off as "I recognize is good, but it's not exactly my genre". 30) Ever blue Man, this song used to be so much lower in my list! The thing is, I just couldn't make myself listen to it without suffering terribly xD But then I heard the French version and I finally understood that it was just a case of me hating Hitomi Terakado with a passion that prevented me from appreciating the song! In fact, thanks to other foreign dubs (such as the Portuguese ones, but really, each one of them is better than the Japanese), I discovered thatt with a decent singer, it actually turned out to be a pretty song, and I'm more persuaded than ever now that the Cosplay Singers have just released their cover! I'll never understand why they tend to cast chipmunks instead of voice actors in Japan, but whatever. 29) Super love songs! Nice, clean, pleasing song of the more upbeat scale, with a catchy refrain: that's how I like my Jpop. 28) Daijina takarabako Even I cannot understand how can I like a solo by Asumi Nakata, whom I honestly detest, but I guess that when the melody enchants you, miracles can happen. Good job! 27) Legend of mermaid I think I can't say anything about this song that hasn't already been said xD Well, I like it but don't love it; I can only add that the instrumental intercourses in between the singing parts come off as really annoying to me, I think I don't enjoy the way they are arranged that much. 26) Ashita ga mienakute OMG this song. This song. This song. OK, sorry, let me rephrase that: as a 9 year-older watching Pure on TV, I was at best indifferent about Mikaru's feelings, and even partially blaimed her for the pain Lucia was suffering. Growing up, I melted out towards the character and, while I'll always be on Lucia's side when it comes to the love triangle stuff, as a middle-schooler I undertood that nothing of the love drama was Mikaru's fault. Some years ago, when I started using the Internet, I discovered that the Japanese dub of the anime had different songs from the Italian one, and was literally blown away upon first listening this one. A song sung by a handicapped girl my age who mourned about her solituted and sufference was, like, so much akeen to me as a person that it seems a strange coincidence. Add to that that I loved seeing depressed characters, because it helped me find my own depression a little less terrible. I've grown out of that phase now, mostly thanks to me having changed school, but this song holds a special place in my heart, and if I were to make a ranking of the most relatable songs I've ever listened to, this would come third after Belle and Let it go. 25) Tsubasa wo daite As lost in my thoughts as I were, I haven't mentioned the fact that both songs have got enchanting melodies (and I thought this even before knowing of the songs, because I absolutely loved the instrumentals that played when Mikaru and Mikeru spelt out their poems in the Italian dub). This version gains a higher place because, while Mikeru is less relatable than Mikaru, Junko Minagawa is a much better singer. Ah, and it's a song sung by a character who laments his condition and talks long about his feelings, which is exactly my cup of tea. 24) Kodō – Perfect harmony We're getting better and better with the battle songs! Here's another catchy one, but I'm afraid I haven't got much else to say about this. 23) Ankoku no tsubasa This is another case of the French version making me appreciate the song more than before – seriously, though, just listen to it! I really dig the style taken here, it screams "sexy villain" from every note and it's done so damn right. 22) Kizuna And here comes my favourite Japanese battle song! The thing is, I really dig the refrain but cannot say the same about the stanzas, so I decided to even it out putting it around the middle. What is more interesting to me, though, is that this song was clearly the basis used to compose Eternal eternity for the 3rd season of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Crystal, which makes it again more important. I know what I said before about me disapproving of rearrangements, but what can I do when one is just so unbelievably good? (Because yes, I indeed prefer Eternal eternity. Kill me now.) 21) Sekai de ichiban hayaku Asa ga kuru bashō Have I said how much I like sweet lullabies yet? Because I love them. I've got no more to say. 20) La nostra forza (rearrange) My first reaction upon hearing this on the CD was like "OMG how dare they ruin one of my favourite songs", but with time I learnt to understand that this style actually fits LanHua more than the regular version would have. Though I don't think I have to point out that the one sung by the BBS and Alala is far better. 19) Mermaid Melody – Principesse Sirene There's a complex love-hate relationship between me and this song, and it depends on how much weigth I put on each aspect of it: if I concentrate on the tune, I find it to be a great song worth of the glorious tradition of Italian OPs; if I concentrate on the rest, though... I really can't understand how they could come up with the idea of casting a 14 year-older to sing it, and this is without mentioning the absurdly stupid lyrics it features. Maybe this is what leads me to enjoy the karaoke version so much. 18) Legend of mermaid (slow version) What can I say, if not that it's cute and pretty and sad and everything else? I don't like Asumi Nakata and Hitomi Terakado's versions one bit, but Kana Ueda saves the song for me. And the instrumentals are far better than those of the original version. 17) Ai no kiseki Another awesomely sad and emotional song sung by Kana Ueda – see the pattern here? It's the type of song that really makes you cry, and I live for that. 16) Return to the sea Closing Kana Ueda's section, and at the same time opening the sequence of the songs that I outright love, comes Sara's awesome image song, which is tremendously catchy and terribly depressing at the same time. That's the magic of music (and cartoons) for you. 15) Taiyō no rakuen – Promised land That's exactly the type of Japanese OP that clicks with me for its catchyness, and well... What can one say about Miyuki Kanbe, apart from being sorry over her tragedy? She's incredible. She's an excellent musical actress and a perfect Usaghi (though to be fair, my best favourite is and will always be Anza Ōyama, no matter what, with Miyuki being a close second). Her singing is gorgeous and, as a sidenote, she's the person that made me realize that not all nasal voices are terrible – quite the contrary, on her case. 14) Beautiful wish This. Song. Is. Just. Perfect. Especially in French (but I guess you're tired of me saying that, uh?), but Eri Kitamura rules, too. This melody is just too perfect and it would deserve to be no. 1, if only there weren't some songs which are even more perfect imo. 13) Rainbow notes It's like the first OP, but even better: the catchyness has been brought up to eleven and Miyuki is as freaking skilled as always, and she'll be dearly missed forever. 12) Before the moment Sorry everyone, but the prize is going to the Pure OP for me (please don't kill me!). Not that I prefer Eri over Miyuki (though I love them both so much), but it just... well, listen to it. That music. 11) Star jewel Rina rocks and this song shows it excellently! And Mayumi Asano is the only one from the main trio who sounds like a real human being, so that's a plus. There's some pure awesomeness here. 10) Dolce melodia To think that, when I was a kid, I reckoned this song was just too much. I mean, not even for an instant did I dislike it (the contrary, in fact), but I found it to be so overused that it started tiring me, to the point of getting on my nerves. Now that I'm older, I've understood that beautiful things are always beautiful and can just get better every time you enjoy it again. Now I can listen to this song on repeat more than a dozen times in a round and always recognize it for the true masterpiece it is. (Except for Caren's version, that is – Rossella Liberti's voice is just something I can't stand.) 9) Kuro no Kyōsōkyoku – Concerto That is, the perfect villain song. Villain songs are really the best songs in the Japanese dub. I don't know what to add. Oh, wait... 8) Yami no baroque ...What do you mean, there's an even more perfect villain song? This show is just too much and it's so beautiful it's killing me, but I'll gladly die with Mermaid Melody if I must. 7) La nostra forza OK, the Japanese version definitely wins in the lyrics department, but the music here is just too prefect for it to be any lower. 6) Ritorno all'oceano Pure awesomeness and nothing more. Denise Misseri's version is gold and Francesca Daprati's is diamond, but there's really nothing else to say. 5) Battito d'amore Please don't judge this basing on the CD version, because the duet between Valentina Ponzone and Claudia D'Ulisse can't even remotely compare to the many stunning versions heard in the TV series. Battle song at its finest. 4) Fantastica poesia Battle song at its ultimate finest, i. e. The very best battle song ever! With the addition of some sexual innuendos to spice up the lyrics, how much better can it get? 3) Stella preziosa This. This better. It's a telltale sign the fact that I just can't bring myself to choose which I prefer between Francesca Daprati's version and Elisabetta Cavalli. 2) Assoluto amore I can't say anything else, I'm afraid. Perfect music, great lyrics and Valeria Caponnetto to do the goddesses' job. I'm in heaven. 1) Dolce melodia (orgel version) A sadly emotional arrangement of a great song? Yes, please. This song is too perfect and it's too much for my heart to bear, to the point that I'm not even listening to it as of now and I'm already crying just at the thought. Sung by Denise Misseri it's a masterpiece, but sung by Valeria Caponnetto it's the greatest tragic song ever.

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[donttellpeterparker]

Secrets

Summary: You and Peter have been study buddies for six months... of course you guys have grown close over this period of time... but as time went on you felt your walls growing thinner and thinner till finally... they were gone.

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Part 2

Secrets

You let out a frustrated groan as you read the question for what felt like the 15th time. You've been stuck on this same question for the past ten minutes and couldn't seem to figure out the answer for the life of you. You decided to move on and skip the question, easily growing tired of the same old question. Peter glanced up from his workbook once he heard your groan, furrowing his eyebrows slightly before continuing on with his studies.

Not 2 minutes later you let out another groan. This time you've peeked Peter's interest and he popped his book down beside him. 

''What's wrong?'' He asked. You just shook your head, feeling the familiar wetness pool in your eyes. Frustrated, you shook your head and wiped away the tears before they could fall. You and Peter have been study partners for a little over 6 months, meaning you guys had developed a friendship during this time. You always had some difficulty when it came to studying and doing work, your brain seemed to blur things up making it almost impossible for you to concentrate properly. 

''Nothing'' You replied, not wanting to tell him what was going on. This wasn't the first time this has happened, each time Peter would wonder what's wrong and you would just shut him down. 

He was a decent friend that you had grown feelings for and didn't want him to know. Your whole life you've been bullied for your disorder and didn't want it to happen all over again. You hid in high school, making sure no one knew too much about you. But with Peter... he seemed to slip through the cracks ever so slightly making you question everything.

''You say that every time Y/N...'' Peter states, growing more concerned for you. You couldn't but to feel a small blush creep along your cheeks at his worry for you. You knew it was only a matter of time before he grew bored of you, everyone did. 

You just had hope that he was different. 

''It's just... this question seems to get more confusing each time I read it'' You spoke out with a laugh. Peter joined and soon moved to sit beside you. You tried to ignore how close his body was to you as he lent slightly forward to look at your book.

His own eyebrows furrowed and he soon frowned. He read the question over himself, getting the answer almost instantly. He looked up to you with a frown. You guys share the same AP classes, he knew you were smart. 

''It's Ab squared...'' He spoke up softly, watching your face for any sign of expression. You face immediately lifted into a smile. You weren't quite sure how he got that but now you understood. You adjusted the pen in your grip and moved your wrist so you could begin to write. You froze.

Peter noticed and again, glanced at you worriedly. He had picked up on these little things during the 6 months you guys have spent together. He didn't think anything of it at first but after the first month he grew more and more curious and concerned. You only seemed to let your guard down a little around him but not enough for him to see what was really wrong.

You felt utter embarrassment as your hand froze, Peter watching you. You put the pen down with a sigh and threw your head back. 

''Y/N...'' Peter trails off, wanting to test a theory.

''Hmm?'' You spoke up, leaving your eyes closed as you rested your head against the bookshelf behind you. Peter flicked his pencil in his hand in a fast pattern before continuing. 

''Can you read me the next question?'' He asks politely. You open your eyes and return back to reality, glancing back down at your sheet to see the question he was referring to. Your eyes widen slightly and you nervously laugh.

''You know this one Peter'' You stated nervously. Peter picked up on this and sighed, noticing your resistance. 

''No... no I don't" he spoke up softly. You sighed, removing all thoughts from your mind as you began to read the question aloud to him. Your eyebrows furrowed near the end, not really getting what the question was asking you to do. Peter noticed as he had his eyes trained on you the whole time. 

''Do you know the answer?'' He asks. You sigh and look at the question one more time, pushing your brain to work extra hard to figure the answer out. You let out a defeated sigh once you knew you couldn't. You tried again, beginning to feel the start of a very familiar headache begin to grow. 

''You know what... I'm not feeling very well I think I'll ju-'' You began to get up, with your arms. Peter caught you by your arm and pulled you back down gently. 

You both sat down in silence, not looking at each other. Peter was the first to speak up. 

''Funny story... when I was younger I us to write my words funnily, like... they made sense to me and I could read them correctly but when it came to spelling them... I always seemed to stuff it up, I would either put my vowels th wrong way around or switch the beginning letter for the ending letter'' Your eyebrows grew  in confusion as he began opening up to you. You never knew this.

''It wasn't until third grade where I began to learn how to put my letter in the right order. I actually used to get teased because of it cause I always spelt them differently to everyone else.'' You just sat there in silence and listened. 

''I still sometimes have trouble now with them, there are techniques I've learned to help but from time to time I'll still spell a word completely wrong without even realising.'' Your eyes began to widen in realisation. 

He knew. Or... he knew something.

''Peter...'' You began, not really knowing where you were going with this. He just looked to you and smiled, letting out a laugh.

''Dyslexia... I have Dyslexia'' He states as if it was no big deal. Your eyes widen even more at his confession. You never knew... he was like the smartest person you've ever met. 

''I didn't know...'' You began, causing Peter to softly laugh at you.

''Not really something I like people to know, some can try and use it against you'' He begins as if he was reading your mind. You let out a sigh as you rested your back against the shelf once again. 

''So why did you tell me?'' You asked. 

''Because I trust you'' Trust. Trust was another huge thing with you... you almost had none for other people. Too many people have betrayed your trust once they found out about your secret.

You glanced down at your fingers, twirling them around each other as you felt your walls beginning to fall further and further down. You smiled to yourself softly, not believing that for the first time in years you were contemplating on letting someone in on your secret. 

''It doesn't matter...'' Peter spoke up again. This caught your attention as you looked up at him once more. He looked into your eyes as he spoke.

''It use to be the biggest thing in the world to me and now?... It's just...'' He shrugs his shoulders as if it was no big deal. You wish you could do that, play it off like it was no big deal. 

''That's the thing... I don't trust easily...'' You spoke up softly, rolling your head to the side as you continued to look him in the eyes. He smiled softly back and began to move his right hand towards your left, placing it softly on top. You glanced down at the action and felt a blush begin to grow across your cheeks. You ducked your head even more once you felt him begin to intertwine his fingers with yours. The familiar feeling of your heart beginning to race in your chest causing you to grow nervous and excited all at the same time. 

''I know...'' He spoke up softly, he had managed to get even closer to you, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek as he spoke. His own nerves grew as he moved his other hand to cup your cheek, lifting your head slightly so he could see you. He swallowed the lump that had grown inside his throat and just smiled.

Without realising, your gaze had flickered towards his lips as he grew closer towards you. He caught this movement and did the same, leaning closer so that there was only a few centimeters left between the two of you. 

He began to close his eyes and you followed suit, feeling his hand draw your face even closer towards his. He's thumb lightly caressed your cheek as he softly placed his lips on yours, holding them there for a few seconds before slowly pulling away.

He didn't pull away entirely, just back to where you guys were before, a few centimeters apart. You felt him lean forward again, his know brushing your cheek softly causing a wave of tingles to swarm. He placed his lips on your again, moving them slowly against yours. You followed suit, moving a hand to cup his cheek sa you slightly deepened the kiss. 

You slowly began to pull away, fluttering your eyes open as did Peter. You could feel your heart literally racing inside your chest but ignored and instead settled for a small smile. 

''I have ADD'' You spoke up without realising. Your eyes widen once you realised the words that had tumbled from your lips. Peter just smiled, leaning in closer as he whispered.

''I know...'' Before he placed his lips back onto yours.

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A/N: Was supposed to be a drabble but got a little carried away XD 

Thank you @tom-parkers-girl for the idea gorgeous xo -Smiles

If you wanna gain more knowledge about Dyslexia and ADHD please go to here and here :)) 

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