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deadbythemorning · 6 months

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Project Eve (Harry Potter x reader) part 2

Synopsis: When accidentally sent back in time fifty years, Y/n turns to the most famous wizards for help

Y/n must attend her final years of school fighting for her life at Hogwarts while trying not to fall in love with one of the most famous wizards in the world

Authors note: omg thank you guys so much for actually enjoying the story like I just expected this to just float around. And I’m so sorry😭 like I can give a ton of excuses but I genuinely appreciate you guys reading it and patiently waiting

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“Lionel!” Y/n whisper shouted while catching the creature “You can’t do that” she tells him while pulling him close to her chest “They might send you back home if they catch you” but the small animal didn’t care, he still tried to wiggle out of her arms “What are you trying to get?” Y/n cautiously looked around the empty compartment “Lionel am I going to die?” She whispered while taking a small step forward. Wait… Y/n put the animal away in her pouch and knelt down to the ground no… I must be going crazy. She stood upright with a sigh, she’d miss the carriage ride to Hogwarts for her crazy pet for absolutely no reason. Well that was until she took another step and nearly tripped. Y/n knelt back down to feel the ground to see if her eyes truly deceived her, not daring to make a sound. Is this… Y/n grabbed a fistful of the invisible fabric and tugged on it to reveal a frozen Harry “We haven’t even arrived at Hogwarts and you’re already in trouble”

The two walked back to together Hogwarts in a comfortable silence, well not for Harry, he was embarrassed that Y/n found him in such a state

“Sorry you missed the carriage ride” he awkwardly spat out but she shrugged her shoulders

“I would’ve missed it anyway” she tells him while crossing her arms “At least now I have someone to walk with”

A smile forms on Harry’s lips but then a question begged to be answered “How did you find me?”

She then began to fidget “Well…my pet…must’ve smelt you” she looks over at him with a smile “Besides, I can recognize your smell anywhere”

Smell? Once Y/n turned back, Harry quickly sniffed his armpits “So…you have a pet?”

Y/n nodded “Lionel is a pain in the arse” she then turns back to him with a cheeky smile“But he’s my pain”

Harry smiles with her “I would love to meet him one day”

“Oh, about time” professor Flitwick sighs “I’ve been looking all over for you two” he opens his scrolls “Right, names?”

Harry frowns “Professor Flitwick, you’ve known me for five years”

The man shook his head “No exceptions Potter”

Y/n looked towards the group of unfamiliar people “Who are all of those people?”

“Aurors” Flitwick answered “For security”

The reality of the situation soon began to settle in Y/n’s stomach. This was real and they were going to war, this was truly life or death.

“Nice face Potter” Draco snarled but frowned once he looked over at you. Professor Snape hit the back of Draco’s head and urged him to continue his walk back to the castle.

“May I ask how you ended up with a broken nose?” She questioned while turning back to Harry

“Malfoy”

She nodded “I would’ve thought that after last year you would’ve left that family alone” as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted it. The painful thoughts of Sirius dying flooded both of their minds “Here” she pulls out her wand “Let me fix it for you”

Harry gives a greatful smile but was still lost in thought about Sirius, but not completely lost in thought to stop her from walking away “What? No kiss to make it better?”

Y/n gave the boy a surprised look “I thought you grew past this”

Harry shakes his head with a pout “It still really hurts”

With a playful roll of her eyes, she walks over to the boy did he grow a few inches? She holds onto his shoulders to jump onto her tip toes, and plants a gentle kiss onto his nose “All better now?” She barely whispers, afraid to move or breathe

“I think one more might help” Y/n’s face grew hot with embarrassment when did he become so…

“I think you need to learn to stay out of harms way” she moved away from him to continue their walk, trying to get her emotions in control “Well this is your stop” she tells him while stopping in front of the great hall

“You’re not coming to dinner?” He asked and she shook her head

“I’ve got to let Lionel out before he runs rampant again, but I’ll see you later” she turns to leave but Harry was eager to ask one last question

“Do I smell?”

☾

“Attention to detail is the prerequisite of all planning” Y/n did think she’d be learning a lot more spells in defense against the dark arts with Snape as professor, but her passion was in potions. There was absolutely nothing she had against Professor Slughorn, hell he seemed like a fun ditzy teacher, but Snape was the person who made her so passionate on potions “Ah” Slughorn whirls around “Harry my boy I was beginning to worry” Y/n’s eyes dart up to see Harry and Ron stumble into the room

I truly can’t escape him

“We don’t have any books” Harry tells the man

“Take what you need from the cupboard” Slughorn then turns back to the class “Now as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what they might be?” Hermione’s hand shot up “Miss L/n” all eyes fall on her “I hear from professor Snape that you’re a brilliant witch and incredibly talented in potions”

“Snape think highly of anyone?” Pansy snorts “She must be screwing him” a couple of students giggle but Y/n rolls her eyes and steps forward anyways

“That’s Veritaserum” she tells him “The truth telling serum” she looks over at the second pot “This is a polyjuice potion, tricky to make and disgusting to drink” Y/n paused as she watched as the two boys fought over the last book

What a dork

“And the last one is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world”

“Ahh, and you must be miss Granger” Y/n quickly looks away once the boys finally turned around

“Yes sir, may I continue?”

Might as well

Y/n fell back in line with the others with a irritated huff

If Snape were here, we’d probably be making these potions

She then scoffs

Who needs a love potion anyway….

Y/n’s lips form into a tight line

A love potion is quite literally the reason I’m stuck here

“Sir, you haven’t told us what was in that one” Katie points out and Slughorn grabs it with a smile

“What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis”

“Or your modern day liquid luck” Y/n muttered

“Yes miss L/n, liquid luck” he holds it up to show the class “Desperately tricky to make, disastrous if made wrong” now this caught her attention, a challenge, something worth her time. Who needs a small vial when you can craft the potion yourself? This could be her ticket home, maybe she just needed luck to be on her side to figure out what she was doing wrong.

Drought of living death?

Y/n scoffs

I could do that with my eyes closed

After all, it was a potion that hit close to home for her, almost like the domino effect. Y/n opened up the tattered book and tilted her head in confusion.

Property of the Half blood prince?

Y/n looked around to see if anyone was missing a book, she thought about taking it to the lost and found but quickly dismissed the idea once she seen that it was covered in notes. It was a curious thing, notes scribbled everywhere along the book, on every page explaining in great detail how to craft each potion.

Y/n looked around the room and watched as everyone struggled to cut their sopophorus bean “How did you do that?” Hermione demanded to know while the others looked over at her

“Try crushing it” she suggested while looking back down at the book

“No, it specifically says to cut it”

Y/n slowly looked back up “As long as you extract the juice, it shouldn’t matter how you get it” Hermione frowns but does as she says. However, Harry on the other hand struggled to read off of Ron’s book he’ll need liquid luck more than I will “Harry” the boy quickly looks up and she slides him her book

“Then how will you craft the potion?” She waved her hand in dismissal

“It’s easy enough to-”

“Easy?” Hermione then scoffs at her words

Y/n turns back to the boy “Trust me, you’ll want to read this book” the boy looks down at the desk with a curious gaze.

It took no time at all for Harry to quickly brew his potion but he wasn’t the only one who had eyes lingering on him “Well if it’s so easy, why aren’t you brewing it?”

Y/n looked up at the girl “Because I already know how to brew it” she tells her nonchalantly while crossing her arms “I don’t want the vial of liquid luck, I want to be able to craft it”

“Quite the ambition miss L/n” Slughorn chuckled while walking over to them

She shrugs her shoulders “Well I love a challenge” she then looks over “If I can brew some of the hardest potions in the world, what would I need luck for?” Slughorn loved that, a student that wanted to know more and had a passion for the subject he loved so dearly.

“How about you meet me after class Miss L/n” he tells her “Perhaps I could offer a potion that would be worth your while”

“So she’s got a thing for potion professors?” Pansy joked, causing half the class to laugh

“And you’ve got a thing for Draco even though he doesn’t even know your first name” the class ooo’ed “I mean I’d be so miserable all the time if the cute nickname he gave me was pug face Parkinson”

That was certainly enough to anger the girl enough to jump out of her seat “Settle down miss Parkinson” Slughorn tells her while hurrying over to her desk “We wouldn’t want you to do anything that could lead you into detention now would we?”

Once class was over, Slughorn congratulated Harry on creating the potion correctly, but Harry wasn’t satisfied “Here” Y/n looks up to see Harry handing her the vial “I wouldn’t have made it without your help”

She shakes her head “You made it, so you’ve earned it”

The boy frowns “You would’ve made the potion first if you made it”

“Allegedly” the two turn to Hermione who awkwardly looks down “She would’ve allegedly made it correctly”

“Why don’t you just play rock paper scissors?” Ron suggested and Hermione scoffs

“This is ridiculous, why don’t you just-”

“Seems fair to me” Harry tells her and Y/n puts her bag down with a sigh

“You’re going to win Harold, this is just a waste of time” Y/n held out her fist and waited for Ron to count them off

“Rock…paper…scissors………..SHOOT!”

Harry held out scissors while Y/n held out paper

“Right then” Hermione nods “It’s settled”

But Harry stubbornly shook his head “I want a rematch”

“Mate” Ron leans into his ear “You won”

“She knew what I was going to pick”

Y/n rolled her eyes “Of course I did, I have good intuition”

“Shoot!” Y/n quickly held out rock while Harry threw paper. This went on for another thirty seconds until Hermione groaned in annoyance

“Harry she’s clearly going to let you win no matter what so just keep it!”

☾

“Well if you’re so curious to know, why don’t you ask Y/n?” Ron asked and Hermione frowned

“And why exactly would I do that?” She huffed

“Because she was the one to give Harry the book” Hermione stubbornly crossed her arms and stomped towards the girl who was currently making a snowman

“Where did you find the book Y/n?”

“Mione!”

Y/n slowly looked up to see the golden trio approach her “Oh hey guys”

“The book” she demanded “Where did you get it from?”

Y/n slowly stands up in confusion “What book?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!”

“Hermione it’s not that serious!” Ron tells her and Harry turns to the girl covered in snow

“I’m sorry about Hermione” he apologized “She’s just a bit annoyed that I have the potions book you gave me”

“It’s practically cheating!”

Harry turned back to Y/n “We just wanted to know who the half blood prince was”

But Y/n just shrugged her shoulders “I haven’t got a clue in the world” she tells them honestly “I just found it in the cupboard” Within a blink of an eye, Katie Bell was strung up into the air as if she were possessed “HOLY SHIT!” The trio quickly whip around while her friend starts screaming.

I thought this only happened in horror movies

I might as well be living in a horror movie

“Everyone get back” Hagrid tells the bunch as he gently picks up the girl “And don’t you dare touch that” they all turn to Harry who was about to touch the necklace “Only pick it up with the cloth”

The five of them explained the entire situation to Mcgonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore while their hearts anxiously beat out their chest

“Why is it when something happens, it’s always you four?” Hermione gave Y/n a quick side eye, which she took as her memo to leave

“I actually have nothing to do with this, just came to give my statement” Y/n awkwardly held up finger guns as she slowly backed away “I’m…gonna take my leave now”

☾

“Again” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh

“It’s never going to happen!” She yells but the man in front of her felt no sympathy

“Again”

She throws her head back “Professor, we’ve been at this for HOURS”

“And yet you still can’t preform the simple spell” Snape tells her “Again”

She tries to preform the spell but inevitably fails “I’m good at potions! Why can’t you teach me potions? Why am I the only one who has to learn this?”

“Because this is war miss L/n” he tells her “What good is brewing potions when you’re in a battle?”

With yet another failed attempt, Y/n shut the book in frustration “This is stupid!”

That earned her a smack upside the head “You have the ability to preform the spell but you refuse to rid your mind of any intruding thoughts” she rubs the back of her head with a frown “Focus miss L/n”

“Well I don’t want to kill anyone” she mumbled which earned another smack

“It’s either your life or theirs” he tells her “Again”With one last breath, she cleared her mind and aimed her wand at the dummy “Any day now” he drawls and the spell successfully hits the dummy

Y/n quickly whips around in excitement “I DID IT!” She practically jumps onto the man to hug him “We did it professor!” Snape visibly tensed under her touch, wanting to reject the embrace but also wanting to enjoy the slight happiness her excitement brought him

“Get…off of me” Y/n peels herself off of him and lets out a nervous chuckle

“Forgive my excitement professor” she quickly bows in respect “Sometimes I get too excited for my own good” she then puts her wand away “If you don’t mind me asking though, why do you keep teaching me these overly advanced spells?”

Snape takes this opportunity to distance himself from the clingy girl “I’m afraid you’ll need them more than you think”

She tilts her head in confusion “Do you plan on teaching everyone these complicated yet very dangerous spells?”

“No”

“Then why me?” He stops and turns to her

“Because you keep deciding to follow Potter and all of his expeditions despite my constant warnings”

A pout makes its way onto her face “Then you ought to be training Harry as well”

“Mr Potter doesn’t exactly see eye to eye with me the way you do”

“Then make him professor!” She begged “Show him that you’re not the bad guy he claims you to be!”

Snape then goes back over to his book “Believe it or not miss L/n, I simply do not care what Potter may think of me. You are my main priority”

“Why?” She questioned “I’m not the chosen one”

“Yes, however, you may be in just as much danger as him, if not more”

“If not more?” She slowly turns around and looks at the clock

“The next defensive spell you’re going to learn is-”

“IM LATE” Snape’s eyes snap up from his book “I’m late to Slughorn’s dinner” she quickly gathers her things

“You can not honestly believe some dinner with that bafoon is more important than this”

“Sorry professor!” She calls out while running out the door “Same time tomorrow?”

She was comical in his eyes, it was almost endearing how much he cared for her but refused to show it “You fool” but even his insults to her didn’t sound genuine

Shitshitshitshit

Y/n bursts through the doors and quickly bows “im so sorry for my tardiness” she made her way to the empty seat “I’m usually never late but it seems time got the best of me”

The pale yellow chiffon dress was ruffled yet somehow made the disastrous girl look elegant “It’s alright my dear” Slughorn tells her once she sits down but Harry quickly stands up, catching everyone’s attention “We we’re just talking about the occupations of everyone’s parents” once their eyes met, Harry took his seat but his gaze never fully left her

“Grangers parents clean teeth” Blaise Zabini chuckled which made everyone else laugh, everyone except Hermione

“What does your parents do Y/n? Since you’re such a mystery”

Y/n’s eyes faltered “Professor, why don’t you tell us about how you invented the cure for dragon pox?”

Slug horns eyes lit up “Yes! Of course, well it was 1967-”

“I’m sorry professor” Hermione interrupts “I’m just really curious about Y/n’s parents”

Y/n looked down at the huge bowl of ice cream in front of her and let out a soft sigh “Before they died, my father was a professor to some preppy wizard academy and my mother pursed her passion in inventing potions” that instantly killed the mood “She’s the reason I love brewing potions” she shrugged her shoulders “I plan on becoming the most successful potion brewer in the world” she then uses her spoon to play in her food “I know it sounds childish but I’m going to finish her work and have both of our names on shelves, in books, everywhere”

Slughorn claps his hands together “If only we had wizards that were just as ambitious as you!” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders “What’s the name we should be looking for my dear?”

“Eve” Y/n looks up at the man “My mums name was Eve”

☾

Harry searched the great hall for a familiar face, causing Hermione to scoff “Do I even need to ask who you’re looking for?”

Harry turns to the others “I haven’t seen Y/n all day”

“She always turns up eventually” she tells him before pointing to the door “Look, there she is now”

Y/n hauled herself into the hall with a picket sign dragging behind her, obviously exhausted from her previous endeavors “Y/n!” She looks over towards the Gryfindor table and gives a tired smile before making her way over.

“Hey guys” she greets as she plops down next to Ron

“We haven’t seen you all day” Harry speaks up “Where have you been?”

“Protesting” she casually replied while loading her plate with food

“Free house elves you lazy pigs” Ron reads off her sign and she nods

“Pretty cool huh?” She holds up the sign to show the others “The words change into a picture of Fudge as a pig, isn’t that wicked?”

“How mature” Hermione mumbles into her cup

“Absolutely brilliant”

“I’m sure Fudge wouldn’t be too happy to see that” Ron adds on and Y/n nods

“He wasn’t” she starts “Tried having the lot of us arrested, if I wasn’t taught how to apperate, I probably would’ve been sleeping in a cell”

Hermione scrunched her eyebrows “Who taught you how to apperate?” Dumbledore in attempts to get her back home safely but ultimately failed “Do you even have a license?”

Y/n gave a plain face but a hand landed on her shoulder before she could answer “L/n” they all turned to see Blaise Zabini “Malfoy would like to talk to you” they all turned to Y/n with curiosity

“Draco can wait, I’m trying to explain why house elves are essentially slaves and how we need to free them” she then turns to Ron “Do you guys have a house elf?” He shakes his head “See! Even with as many people living in one house, they still have no need to own a house elf”

Blaise snorts “Probably can’t afford one”

“Well at least I know how to wipe my own arse”

Blaise moves to attack the ginger and Y/n jumps up to get in between them “Hey!” She puts her hands on Blaise’s chest “Draco wanted to see me right?”

The intimidating glare he gave Ron lasted a while before he finally looked back up at the girl “Right…”

“Then let’s have a chat shall we?”

Blaise led Y/n to the Slytherin dungeons and up to his and Draco’s shared room. Blaise was a handsome young man, probably scarier than Draco in her eyes, but attractive nonetheless. Which is exactly why she kept the small talk to a minimal on the walk there “We’re here”

She opens the door but he doesn’t move from his spot “You’re not coming?” He shook his head

“Malfoy said you had private matters to discuss” that made Y/n’s heart sink. Something so private that you can’t tell your best friend?

Her stress level began to rise as the boy closed the door behind her and Draco finally turns to face her “Hello Draco” she cooly greets while observing the room, making sure to avoid eye contact “You wanted to speak with me?”

The blonde nods “You have something that I need”

“Oh?” She grabs a family picture on Blaise’s nightstand “And that is?”

“Information” she then quirks a brow “So tell me, do I kill him?” Y/n quickly whips around

“Kill who?” She shakes her head “Draco, what are you talking about?”

“Cut the shit L/n, I know you’re from the future” her heart instantly stops “I over heard McGonagall talking about it so don’t try to play stupid”

But all she can do is play dumb “Draco I-”

“I mean it L/n” Draco was frantic, acting as if this were his only option

“Draco…” she slowly walked towards him “Even if what you’re saying is true, why would I help you?” But the look in his eyes said it all, he was scared “Why would you want my help? How do you know I won’t just run off and tell Harry?”

Draco roughly grabbed her arm “Do you understand what’s at stake here?!” He yelled “My life is on the line!”

“So I’m supposed to trade your life for countless others?” She yanked her arm away from him “Draco it’s never too late to do the right thing”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” y/n flinched at his harsh voice “I don’t have a choice, I HAVE to do this”

She slowly backs away from him while shaking her head “Draco I hope when the time comes, you’re on the right side of the battle” she then takes this opportunity to run out of the room and out the dungeon.

☾

“A niffler?” Y/n quickly whipped around to see Harry standing in the doorway of her room

“Shut that!” She whisper shouted while jumping up

Harry smiled with curiosity “I thought they were going extinct?”

“They are” she huffed while grabbing the blue feathered demon “Poachers like their feathers and bills” Lionel gave an innocent smile “I rescued Lionel and his family from a group of them over the summer” she explained while sitting back down on the bed “Lionel decided to follow me back, I tried bringing him back to his family, I even left all my valuable items” she looked down at the stubborn animal “But he refused to leave my side, didn’t matter what I did, he saw me as his mother” Lionel wiggled out of her arms and ran to Harry “He’s great company though, I’d just hate if a teacher caught him and sent him back to the wild, he wouldn’t stand a chance against those poachers”

Harry stared fondly at the girl “You rescued him from poachers?”

“Hey!” Harry looked down to see Lionel reaching for his watch “I’ve been rescuing animals all summer, I get some sort of rush from it” she explained “Protecting these poor animals from monsters that they don’t stand a chance against, giving them a fighting chance” she needed something to do other than find a way back home

“That’s incredibly dangerous, yet so incredibly brave of you” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders

“Might as well get used to using these spells and charms right?”

Harry’s smile slowly fades “What did Malfoy want with you? If you don’t mind me asking”

A tired sigh emits from the girl “He wanted my help”

Harry eagerly looks up at her “With what?”

“With…homework” she tells him and he relaxes a bit “He basically wanted me to do all of the work for him and I told him no”

Harry scoffs “Lazy git”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “What did you think he wanted?”

“Nothing I-” but one look at those big soft orbs and he knew he couldn’t lie to her “I think he’s cursed Katie and I think he’s trying to kill Dumbledore”

She then began to get nervous “Strong accusations”

“Please don’t think I’m crazy” he begged while grabbing her hands “Not you of all people” she looked down at their intertwined hands “I was worried that he might’ve cursed you as well” the words were sweet and genuine, everything to make the girl want to spill her heart to the boy

“Well here I am” she tells him “Unharmed and not cursed” her eyes almost met his but slight movement caused her to yank her hands away “LIONEL!” She jump’s across the bed and chased the creature around the room “GIVE ME THAT WATCH BACK!”

☾

Sudden knocks shook Y/n from her thoughts “Yes?” The knocks became more eager as if they had the intentions of breaking down the door “Alright alright” she jumps out of bed and yanks the door open. She was met with a familiar set of green eyes, causing her to let out a small huff “Should’ve known it was you”

Harry gently pushes past her and looks around “You’re studying?” She shrugs her shoulders “What could you be studying today of all days?”

Y/n rests her hand on her hip “Today of all days….”

Harry lets out an exasperated sigh “The quidditch championship game”

Well that explains the uniform… “oh”

“Oh?” He shakes his head “Y/n this is probably the most important game Hogwarts has had in the past fifty years”

“Well in that case, good luck” she turns back to the book on her nightstand but Harry wasn’t satisfied

“You’re not coming?”

She shakes her head “I haven’t gone to a game all season, no reason to start”

Harry grabs the book from her “How about a personal invite from the captain of the Gryfindor team?”

Y/n lets out a loud sigh “Harryyy” she whined “I don’t know anything about quidditch, and I won’t even know anyone there”

The boy deadpans “The entire school will be there, besides, Hermione can explain it to you” she’d probably prefer I call her a mudblood

“Harry I-”

“Well if you don’t go, I’m not going” Harry stubbornly sits on her bed “Clearly it’s not that big of a deal”

All she could do was roll her eyes “You can’t miss your own game Harold, you’re captain”

He shrugs his shoulders “They’ll be fine without me”

“Just like you will be fine without me there”

Harry opens the book he previously confiscated from her “How to properly time travel, the do’s and don’t’s on how to manipulate time” Her eyes widened, terrified of what conversations this book would bring, she lunged after the boy but he was faster “Must truly be fascinating for you to act like this” it was a tiresome battle for dominance that Y/n inevitably lost “Perhaps it’s enchanted and you don’t want me to read what it truly says” he thinks aloud while straddling her waist “Or maybe you want to time travel for a very specific reason”

“Harry give it back” she grunts but is met with a cheeky grin

“I’ll give it back if you come to the game” y/n yells in frustration but an idea pops into his head “You know what? You’re right” Harry drops the book, causing Y/n to quirk a brow at his sudden mood change “I shouldn’t hold your book hostage” he dismounts the girl and she sits up with confusion

“I’m…glad we’re on the same page” but this was Harry that they were talking about, he was equally as stubborn as her so there was no way he would give up without a fight

“Exactly, why keep a book hostage when you can just get another” and within an instant, Harry scoops her off the bed and throws her over his shoulder

“HARRY!”

“I’ll just take you hostage” Harry proceeds to exit the Hufflepuff common room with her beating against his back “We ought to be quick though, call time is in thirty”

“Harry I don’t think you understand how immature you’re being”

Harry tilts his head in confusion “oh I’m being immature?” He then spins her around, earning a loud scream in response “I thought I was being reasonable asking you to be in attendance of just one of my games”

“Harry…”

“Don’t you want to support your best friend at the biggest event of their life?”

“Best friend?”

Harry was greatful she couldn’t see how flustered he got, but that didn’t stop his stuttering “well- best mate-best-best Gryfindor”

“Best Gryfindor?” She questioned which only made him blush even more “I feel like this can’t be the biggest event of your life”

“The biggest non life threatening event, how about that?”

Once they made it to the locker room, Harry gently puts her back onto her feet. There was a brief moment where he couldn’t take his eyes off of her; the way the snow stuck to her messy hair, the way her face was dusted with a light rosy blush from the cold weather, the way her dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in frustration, if he had it his way, he would stare at her for hours.

“What?” She huffed while crossing her bare arms “I don’t get a private escort to my seat?”

A twinge of guilt hit Harry “ ‘m sorry darling” that comment easily made her flustered “I’ll be crucified if I’m late again, being team captain and all” that’s when he noticed her looking away and covered in goosebumps “Here” Harry strips himself of his coat and placed it over her shoulders “This oughta keep you warm”

A small smile formed on Y/n’s face “What about you?” She asked while pulling her arms through the holes “You’ll be even colder with the wind whipping by”

He simply shrugs his shoulders “We have uniforms, I promise I’ll be fine”

But with every bashful smile that was formed, a jealous scowl followed

“Harry” Ginny called out “Call time remember?” The entire interaction itself made her upset, but Harry giving her his coat was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back

Harry whipped his head back to look at Y/n with a cheesy grin “A kiss for good luck?”

Y/n rolls her eyes “As if you’ll need it”

“I know” he shrugs his shoulders “But it’s a big game, I’ll need all the luck I can get”

Y/n shakes her head in disbelief “How about you win the game, and I’ll THINK about it”

“You’ll think about it?”

“I’ll THINK about it Potter”

Harry’s eyes twinkled “I’ll just make sure we win then”

“Good” she zips up the coat with another smile “I would hate if you dragged me out here for no reason”

Once Y/n made her way to her seat it was only a matter of time before the game started and Harry began to show off.

Harry would often fly towards the hufflepuff stands to get Y/n’s attention which obviously worked. He would also do dangerous tricks in which she would shout ‘show off’

Between Harry’s cockiness and Ron’s new confidence, the game was easily won by Gryfindor, which didn’t surprise her in the least.

The victory meant she had a party to attend to, but that also meant she got to kiss Harry. A bashful smile formed across her face as she thought about how much she wanted to kiss him.

Y/n carefully maneuvered through the crowd of drunk teenagers that cheered for the team. It’s not like she was friends with many Gryfindors, but she figured after Harry’s win she should make a short appearance, maybe even give him a kiss or two.

For just a moment, Y/n was able to forget about the Great War, time traveling, and special assignments from other teachers. For once she felt like a normal teenager attending a party just to see their crush, heart beating out of her chest from the nerves. Well…that was until she noticed Ginny grab the green eyed boy and kiss him.

Her smile dropped and her heart shattered. For the first time in her time traveling experience, time had seemed to stop.

I mean they end up married with kids, what did you expect?

Y/n quickly turned on her heel and left the party before she was seen

Why would you even think you had a chance?

I don’t belong here, I can’t possibly date him

Why would you even believe he liked you like that? Harry’s nice to everyone

Y/n quickly shoved her way through the crowd and practically ran once she made it out of the common room

I’m so stupid

She ran into the empty classroom and slammed the door shut

Stupid stupid stupid

Tears clouded her eyes as she summoned her cauldron

You fell in love with a married man you IDIOT

But she couldn’t help the fact that it hurt. She never meant to fall in love with Harry, she never meant to travel back in time.

She could barely measure the ingredients she was grabbing as her mind clouded with anger. It wasn’t until she broke the jar of unicorn hair that she broke into gut wrenching sobs.

Y/n never expected to feel a pain like this, in fact, she couldn’t understand why it felt like this. She’d experience heartbreak before, hell, she watched everyone close to her die and yet…nothing hurt more than this.

“Wasting ingredients are we?”

Y/n jumps at the voice, nearly knocking over her potion “I’m sorry professor” she sniffled “ I can restock the ingredients I used”

Snape peers into the cauldron “Amortentia?”

“It’s one of the hardest potions to brew” she explains while adding the final ingredient “When I want to get my mind off of things, I try crafting incredibly difficult potions”

Snape wasn’t an idiot, but he definitely wasn’t the person to go to for comfort “What does it smell like?”

Y/n blinked in confusion “what do you mean?”

“If the potion is brewed correctly, you’ll be able to smell what attracts you” he drawls “Now what do you smell?”

It was stupid. The real reason for brewing the potion was to confirm what she had already knew “something dark…and citrusy…” She took another deep breath “a warm buttery…maple-y pie…” it didn’t matter how hard she tried to distinguish other smells, all she could smell was him

“It pains me to see such talent come from a student from the future” he finally speaks up in his monotonous voice “You would’ve been the smartest witch in your era”

Y/n looked down with sad eyes and a sheepish smile “Thank you professor” it was rare that Snape would play nice, let alone give a compliment. He must truly pity me

“I suppose you deserve a bottle of amortentia since you correctly brewed it” he hands her the small vial that he just ladled out “I would hope you weren’t dumb enough to use it”

She quickly shook her head “of course not professor” y/n was about to thank him and bid her farewell but a simple yet difficult question stopped her

“How do I die?”

Y/n looked up at the man in confusion “What do you-”

“I double cross the dark lord” he tells her “He’d be a fool not to kill me” he turns his back to her while she stared fondly at him

“Harry named his son after you” she tells him, not caring about the future in this moment “Albus Severus”

Snape seemed content enough with her answer that she was almost able to slip away “Fifty points from hufflepuff for brewing a dangerous potion unsupervised” a frown made its way to her face but it was to be expected

“Sorry professor” she goes to make her escape but was stopped yet again

“You’re aware that I double cross the dark lord…” he drawls “And yet you treat me as if I were a hero”

Y/n shook her head “Because you are and it’s been an absolute dream being able to mentor under you” this confused the man “My mum used to go on and on about how important your role was in the final battle and how no one could’ve executed it the way that you did” she then scoffed “I often thought she fancied you from the way she went on and on about you” she then gave a half smile “When she passed…I wanted to do anything I could to feel closer to her, which happened to be potion making. I figured if she loved you, you couldn’t be that bad”

Snape didn’t know what to say or how to feel, there was no way in hell he would give her a hug “Leave”

Y/n looks down and nods “Yes sir”

☾

Harry looked around the great hall in disappointment “Has anyone seen Y/n?”

Ginny let out a scoff “Probably in detention”Hermione watched in disgust as Ron fed Lavender “Some of us would like to eat”

Ron shrugged his shoulders “No one’s stopping you”

Unbeknownst to the group, Romilda poured a love potion into Harry’s drink while they were distracted

“Well we don’t want to vomit” Ginny argued

Ron looked between the two girls and over at Harry who quickly hid his face by taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.

The girl anxiously watched as he chugged the drink “Hey Harry” the boy quickly puts the cup down and wipes his mouth

“Good morning Romilda”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me today” she looked down with a shy smile, completely expecting him to agree to her proposal but there was one thing she didn’t calculate

“Oh there’s Y/n” Hermione interrupted and Harry’s head quickly swiveled to the door

Y/n strolled into the great hall with her hands in her pockets of her sweatpants, her curly untamable hair looked wilder than usual, the last three buttons of her white dress shirt were unbuttoned, while her Hufflepuff tie hung loosely tied around her neck.

Ginny snorted “How classy” but in Harry’s eyes she looked gorgeous

“She looks like a missing angel from heaven” the group turned to the boy “I can’t believe Hogwarts would let someone so perfect attend”

Romilda however shook her head in disbelief “Harry!” She snapped her fingers in his face “Harry look at me” but the boy just watched as the girl made her way to the Hufflepuff table

“Excuse me” the boy stands up and they all give him a weird look

“Where are you going?” Hermione questioned

“I’m going to go speak with the most beautiful person in the room” both Ginny and Romilda frowned as the boy made his way to Y/n

“About time he’s gained a bit of confidence to ask her out” Ron piped in while the girls scolded him

“Good morning beautiful” Y/n looked around in confusion

“Hey Harry” she yawned

“Another sleepless night without me?” Everyone around them grew silent to eavesdrop “I hope it’s me running through your mind and not another”

Y/n tilted her head in confusion “Are you alright Harry?”

“Much better now that you’re here” she placed the back of her hand on his forehead and he closes his eyes with a dreamy smile

“Harry, you’re getting hotter and hotter by the second” she pulls her hand away and he pouts

“Must be the side effects from touching an ethereal beauty” it wasn’t very noticeable, but she did catch it

“Harry look at me” the boy happily complies to her order

“Anything for you darling” Y/n gently removed his glasses to hopefully get a better look at what she thought she saw, Heart shaped pupils,That made Y/n’s heart ache a little more “Where are you going love?” The boy pouted as she put his glasses back on and stood up

“I’m going to brew you a cure for this” Harry jumps up as well

“Sweetheart, there’s no cure for true love”

Y/n shook her head with disappointment “You don’t love me Harry”

“I do!” He yelled “I do love you Y/n! I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs if it’ll make you believe me!”

Y/n grabbed a daily prophet off the table and hit him on top of the head with it “Stop it Harry, you’re making a fool of yourself!” She whisper shouted as everyone in the hall watched

Harry took her hands in his own “If I’m a fool for being in love with the prettiest, the sweetest, the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever had then so be it”

Y/n yanked her hand away and wacked him again “Get a grip Harold” she looked over to the gryfindor table “I’m going to fix…whatever this is”

“You can’t make these feelings I have for you go away darling” she hated that she loved that he was saying these sweet things to her, she hated that she wished he meant these things and that it wasn’t a love potion.

Y/n just had to roll her eyes to act like the things he said didn’t affect her and yanked his arm to drag him out of the great hall.

“Why can’t you just accept that I’m in love with you?” Harry argued as they finally made their way to Y/n’s room

“Because you’re not Harry”

The boy frowned “you know I’m tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do, who I can and can’t be in love with, but you know what? I’m the chosen one” y/n rolls her eyes and continued to search her book but Harry gently lifts her chin up to look at her “Darling, you’re everything I wanted love to be”

Y/n’s eyes flicker back down “But this isn’t love Harry, just a cruel manipulative way to mess with someone’s view of love”

Harry shook his head “Just kiss me” her eyes quickly snapped to his “Let me prove to you how much I love you, let me show you that this isn’t some love potion, let me show you that it’s you and it’ll always be you”

For just a minute she wanted to believe his words, to think that he pretended to drink the juice with the potion and this is how he truly felt. That he would confess his love in front of everyone, no matter how embarrassing and call her such sweet names that would always make her heart flutter, but he wasn’t hers to love “I can’t kiss you in good sense like this Harry”

“But Y/n-”

“If you drink this potion and still want me to kiss you, I’ll suffocate you with endless kisses…but until then…” she sadly looks at the boy, knowing he wouldn’t “I’ve found a cure for this”

She quickly got off the bed to craft said cure Harry watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. He absolutely adored her, he loved the way her eyebrows furrowed when she concentrated, or how she would nibble on her fingers when lost in thought. He couldn’t possibly understand why she wouldn’t believe he loved her.

As Y/n finished brewing the potion, she noticed a small note towards the bottom of the page

For this multipurpose love spell cure to successfully work, the drinker must kiss the person they’re infatuated with

With wide eyes and now shaky hands, Y/n slowly put her spoon down to reread the sentence to make sure she read it correctly.

“Y/n my love, are you alright?” It’s no big deal, we’re friends, friends can kiss platonically…even if one of them fancies the other

Y/n slapped her hands over her face and let out a loud groan that only worried Harry more “Yeah…” she slides her hands down her face and shook her head “You win chosen one” the green eyes boy cutely tilts his head in confusion, making Y/n bite her tongue to stop herself from screaming in frustration. If it weren’t morally wrong, I’d use a love potion on him too.

Y/n ladles a cup out for him and gently sits next to him on the bed “You’re going to drink this potion and-”

“I don’t need some cure Y/n” he stubbornly pushed the cup away from her “I love you” he insisted “I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them if you just please…just listen to me” Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, ultimately defeated knowing that no matter how hard she tried to hide her feelings for Harry, she was no Ginny Weasley. Harry on the other hand retreated once he saw the look on her face“Darling I’m sorry” but she just shakes her head and blinks away her tears “I didn’t mean to make you cry I-” he takes the cup from her hands and downs the potion to make her happy

“You know, maybe in another universe we end up happy together” she then pulls the boy into a long but needed kiss. Harry, desperate to show her just how much he loved her while Y/n knew this would be the first and only kiss she’d get from the boy so she had to savor the moment. Once she finally pulls away, she anxiously looked at the boy to see if it worked “How do you feel?”

“I told you I feel-” his heart shaped pupils reverted back to normal, his heartbeat was now at a normal rhythm, and his body temperature quickly lowered “I feel-” Harry then regurgitates all over her rug

“Harry!”

“I’m sorry” the boy apologized while she grabbed her wand to clean the now pink stained carpet “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why that happened” he then pulls out his wand “Here, let me”

“No” she huffed “You need to rest”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion “Rest? No I’m fine, just me-”

“Harry James Potter” the boy froze in his spot “Go to your room and get some rest….please” he could feel the irritation radiating off of her, but that didn’t stop him from giving her one last puppy dog pout. Once the vomit was gone, she threw her arms to her sides “I’ll see you later Harold”

Harry looks down with sad eyes and retreats to the door “I’m sorry about-”

“It’s okay, it’s nothing you could help” she offers a small smile “Now rest up”

☾

Y/n made it her mission to avoid Harry at all costs. Well….that was her mission all along, but now that she acknowledged her growing feelings for the boy, she knew she couldn’t jeopardize his future.

It worked for a couple of weeks; not idling around at the beginning of class, practically running through the halls to avoid the trio, studying in places no one would ever think to look. It was tiring, but it worked.

That was until one weekend she decided was the perfect time to save baby animals.

Y/n slid into the gryfindor common room, heart thudding as she eagerly looked around for Harry. She told herself that avoiding him altogether was the best way to get rid of her feelings for him, but time and time again she made an excuse to see him.

I shouldn’t even ask him, just use the potion

As soon as she turned on her heel “Y/n?”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck “Heyyyy Harry” the boy greeted her with a warm smile that tugged on her heart

“What are you doing here?”

Y/n twiddled her thumbs as she tried to avoid eye contact “Well…I wanted to ask you a question…but then I thought it was stupid and- I was actually just leaving” you’re fidgeting, stop fidgeting

“What did you want to ask?” To Y/n, Harry seemed like the perfect golden retriever boy. Always happy to help, everyone loves being around him, and overall had good intentions.

“I just wanted to know if I could borrow your invisibility cloak” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed “It was a dumb thought, I know, I just thought it wouldn’t kill me to ask but now it seems so silly to ask for a personal item without any given explanation”

Harry needed a minute to process her rambling, but was soon met with questions “What exactly did you need it for?”

Y/n looked around the room to make sure no one was listening “I’m going to rescue another creature from poachers. I could just use a charm or potion but potions wear off too quickly and charms are sometimes a hit or miss” she explained but Harry already made up his mind

“I’m coming with you” Y/n quickly shook her head “It’s my cloak Y/n, besides, someone needs to be there so you don’t bite off more than you can chew”

“Harry I can’t ask you to come with me” she scoffs “I’d be asking you to put your life at risk for me”

Harry offers a small smile “I guess I owe you one from last summer”

But Y/n still wasn’t convinced “Would we both fit underneath the cloak?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “It’s not like we can’t squeeze together” the thought alone was enough to warm her cheeks “Besides, I’m not that big” Y/n playfully rolls her eyes “When do we leave?”

Y/n’s breathing began to settle once her feet landed on the ground, blinking in the new scenery they’d arrived at “This should be far enough” she tells him while dismounting the broom “Any closer and we may be spotted”

“You’re still afraid of heights?” Y/n frowned as Harry tried to hide the smirk on his face

“Nearly falling to my death didn’t help that at all” leading the way to the camp, Y/n was determined to have her plan fall into place play by play

“So you’re afraid of heights but not poachers, dark wizards, or-”

“Why are you so sassy today Harry?” She asked while whirling around “I can’t go a minute without you giving me some smart ass comment”

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets “I just wanted to know why your mind thinks being tortured isn’t as terrifying as flying”

“Would you come off it already?” Y/n exasperatedly asked and Harry shrugs his shoulders

“Make me” his eyes darted from her lips and back to her eyes. She considered it, Merlin she hated that she considered kissing the boy to shut him up. There was no love potion, no other influence, just the two of them in the heat of the moment. It’s just playful banter, you’re reading too much into it

“You’re infuriating, you know that right?” She shook the thought out of her head before turning back to the poacher camp

“So I’ve been told” she can’t help but smirk “Hey, what are we rescuing anyway?”

Y/n’s eyebrows slightly raise “Oh you know, your typical endangered species that can’t fend for themselves” she carefully looks around “The cloak”

Harry then unraveled said cloak and wrapped it across the both of them “See, a snug fit” she almost grew dizzy from being so close to him, inhaling his comforting scent made her light headed enough to almost forget about their mission.

“Follow me” she whispered as the two snuck into the tent which turned into a large battling arena. Many people cheered as two Dragons fought each other to death, taking bets to see which one would win.

“Dragons?” Harry questioned with bewilderment “We’re rescuing dragons??”

“Oh come on Harry” Y/n turned to the boy “Dragons need protecting too, especially against dark wizards” the two watched as the dragon below was hit with the imperious curse “They’re forcing them to fight for their entertainment, stealing their children and breeding them into some sort of battle monster” she then looked back over to the boy “This is cruel, they deserve to be free Harry”

Oh but Harry couldn’t say no to those eyes “Right then, what’s your plan?”

Y/n jerked her head to the left “They keep more dragons in the chamber below us, we go in and free them and everything else should be self explanatory”

It did but of course her plan had a bit of gray area, however there was no good plan for this mission. The two crept over down the stairs, carefully avoiding any lingering bodies.

“What are you wearing?” Harry suddenly asked

“Why?” Y/n stops in her tracks and attempts to smell her armpits “Do I smell bad?” She looked up with a quirked brow

“Quite the opposite actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to you to realize how nice you smell”

A smile dared to crawl onto her lips “Let’s focus before we get caught”

“You’re the one who stopped us in the middle of the hallway”

She gave Harry a quick but nasty side eye before continuing her way down the stairs “Alhomora” she whispered and slowly pushed the door open

“Rumor has it, it’s just a kid” a voice says and another scoffs

“You mean to tell me that we need to take extra precaution because someone doesn’t know how to fight against some kid?”

The other nods “They took down five camps, there’s no way it could be some kid”

“I don’t know, them kids at Hogwarts have balls”

He shook his head “They’ve got their hands full with he who shall not be named, there’s no way they’d willingly go out of their way to find trouble” Harry tilted his head and gave Y/n a look that she chose to ignore

“Petrificus totalus!” With both guards petrified, Y/n removed the cloak and looked around the room with awe. The room was filled with dragons, adult and babies strapped into cages, she felt sick to her stomach “Harry…there’s so many” the boy came up from behind and rubbed her shoulder in comfort

“I know”

Many were injured, some barely breathing from previous battles, this changed everything. Harry watched the sadness from her eyes change to anger which worried him

“We’re going to free them all” she tells him while running over to the cages

“Y/n maybe we should think about this” Harry tried talking sense into her but it was futile “Call for backup”

The dragons ran away as she neared the cages, causing her heart to ache even more “I’m not here to hurt you” she whispers while slowly putting her hand into the cage. The dragon, using its primal instincts, bit her which caused her to jump in pain

“Y/n!”

She calmed herself down, knowing it was just acting out of fear and tried again “I’m going to free you little buddy, I just need you to trust me” the tiny green dragon waddles towards her hand again and even opens its mouth as if it were going to bite her again, but rubs itself against her slightly bloodied hand. Y/n smiles with success and unlocks the cage for the baby dragon “I’m going to help all of you, but I need you to tell your buddies that I’m a good guy”

For the most part, it worked. Letting the baby dragons bite her and mending the wounds of the bigger ones, the beasts soon realized she wasn’t their enemy.

“Get the next batch” a voice from the hall called out and Y/n anxiously looked around

“Harry lead the dragons outside, the babies are more likely to get caught if they don’t have one of us there to protect them”

Harry quickly shook his head “I’m not leaving you” she looks over to the full size dragon on the other side of the room

“I can’t leave her”

“What the bloody hell?!”

Harry looks back over at her “We just might have to”

“No” he knew she was stubborn, which is exactly why it didn’t surprise him when she ran over to the red dragon “Look, I know you’ve been hurt by humans, but I need you to trust me” Y/n began unlocking the locks while Harry defended them

“Any day now” he calls out and she shakes her head

“Im going to get you and the others out of here” but by the time she earned the dragons trust, it was too late

“Y/nnnn” they were surrounded at all ends, at this rate the only way out was through them

“I need your help” she tells the dragon “Help me help you get out of here”

Using what strength it had left, the dragon stood up, now free from its chains, and lets out a threatening roar.

“She’s freed the beast!” One yells “Kill it!”

“NO!” Y/n did her best to deflect any spells hurdled at them but it became tiring and very evident that they might not make it

“We have to go!” Harry urged while tugging on her arm but again she resisted and turned to the dragon

“DO SOMETHING!” The dragon looked down at her and she could see the fire bubbling up her neck “Harry watch my back”

“That’s what I’ve been doing” he sasses but she lets the comment slide and focuses on the fire the dragon was about to conjure.

Once the fire was released, Y/n caught the fire and circled it around her to form a giant fire tornado, attacking everyone around them.

Poachers were being burnt alive left and right, yet it still wasn’t enough to cover their escape. They needed a clear way out, a way to make sure none of the dragons would be captured in the process.

“Crucio!”

Y/n falls to the ground and screams in excruciating pain. The tornado disappears and Harry’s heart seems to stop, absolutely nothing mattered in that moment other than her. It was agonizing to listen to, to watch her suffer, it made a switch flip inside of Harry.

The dragon then burned the roof of the tent down, causing it to slowly collapse on everyone and everything but it made sure to trap the remaining survivors inside.

The giant red dragon grabbed Y/n with its talons and began to fly towards an exit “Wait!” Harry calls out “Where are you taking her?” A blue dragon that Y/n allowed to bite her picks Harry up and flaps its giant wings towards the others

☾

When Y/n awoke, she loudly groaned when trying to sit up which signaled Harry to run over

“Y/n!” He pulls her into a tight hug

“What you did tonight was…unbelievably stupid” Snape drawls “I expected you of all people to have a bit more sense than Potter” Harry frowns at the comment but focused his attention to you

“How did I get here?” She questioned “Why is Snape here?”

“I figured Snape could whip up a potion for you, since that’s what you do for me”

Snape then turns to Harry “Leave” his hands linger on you for a bit but he does obey the command

“Professor-” Snape hits her with a folded daily prophet

“Can’t believe you’d be dumb enough to pull something like that” he hissed

“They needed help!” She defended while jumping off the table “I can’t sit and pray someone else will save these creatures! If you want something done right, you do it yourself”

“That only applies when your brain is fully developed” he drawls “This constant reckless behavior won’t do anything but get you killed. Whether it’s for Potters attention or for the fame and glory, I suggest you stop before you get hit with something worse than the cruciatis curse”

Y/n rolls her eyes “Oh come OFF it already” she shakes her head “Not everything I do revolves around Harry you know”

“Then stop acting like him”

“I’m not!” She yells in frustration “Why won’t you just listen to me?! I’m doing this for me! Not for attention, not for a boy, but because I want to! And I honestly don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of this when my death doesn’t matter OR affect anyone” but that’s when it dawned upon her “You care about me”

Her eyes softened and Snape was almost at a loss for words “Please, you might actually make me laugh” for once he was caught off guard

“You were worried about me”

Snape gives her a side eye “Dare I say I might smile in amusement”

“Say what you want professor, but you can’t deny the truth”

But there was no fighting her, she was stubborn and he knew that “Three hundred and fifty points from Hufflepuff for reckless behavior and detention for the rest of the school year”

“Professor” she started as she walked towards him “The school year ends next week, and you and I both know I won’t be attending those detentions” she holds they eye contact with him, long enough for his glare to turn into a nasty scowl

Y/n was first to break the staring contest and pulled him into another hug “Unhand me” this time she clung to him tighter

“You’re everything I wanted and more professor” she relaxed against him and surprisingly enough, his body slowly eased up

“Remove yourself or I’ll tell professor McGonagall a thorough explanation on what you did this evening” Y/n instantly let go of him “You’re dismissed”

☾

It was Friday night, finals were over, end of the year parties were being thrown left and right and what did Y/n have planned that evening? A date with her bed.

She was beyond exhausted and finally happy that the day was over so she could finally go to bed. Well that was until eager knocks pounded on her door.

There was only one person that would bother her, especially this late at night. Y/n tiredly opened the door to see Harry practically vibrating with excitement “Yes Harold?”

Harry looks behind her “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

She shakes her head “I’m finally about to go to bed” she then yawns “I’m exhausted”

The boy deflates “Oh” but his smile was quick to recover “Then I wont take up much time, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me tomorrow”

Y/n just shrugs her shoulders “Sure”

“Hermione’s busy studying and Ron is occupied with Lavender” Harry would never lie to Y/n with no good reason, so he saw no harm in lying about the whereabouts of his best friends to be with her

“To be expected”

“If you’re busy, it’s okay, I just didn’t want to go alone, and I figured you didn’t want to be alone cooped up in the castle”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “Are you okay Harry?” She questioned as Harry awaited her answer “Did you drink another love potion?”

He quickly shakes his head “I just wanted to shop around and thought you’d might like to join”

“Well, I already said yes before you began rambling”

His green eyes dart to hers “You did?” She slowly nods “Brilliant” he could see how drained she was and decided to push his luck “I’m feeling a bit tired myself” he faked a yawn and stretched “And it’s such a long way back to the Gryfindor tower, lots of stairs to climb”

Y/n watched as the boy rubbed his eyes, almost finding it amusing how fast his mood changed “Would you like to crash here for the night?” His eyes dart up to hers again

“I mean I would hate to be a bother”

She let go of the door and yanked him inside her cozy room. It smelled of Lemon, vanilla, and pumpkin, the curtains blocked the windows and covered the bright moonlight and replacing it with a soft orange light, she truly had every intention of sleeping “You’re not a bother if I’m inviting you in” she tells him while closing the door

Oh but Harry had every intention to bother her. He loved the way her eyebrows scrunched together when he irritated her, or the playful roll of her eyes when they would go back and forth with banter.

Y/n sits on the edge of the bed and plays with Lionel who also seemed to be sleepy “Is he okay?” Harry takes off his watch and dangles it around but received no reaction. The small animal let out a tired huff and pattered over to the boy, weakly grabbing for the watch.

“I was up until five am chasing him around the castle” she tells him “I didn’t realize he knew how to open the door” she pushes a stray hair out of her face “The things I do for that rodent” well that explains why she’s so tired

“If you’d like, I could watch him for you, maybe like a couple days out of the week”

She grabs Lionel by the nape of his neck and finally lays down “I don’t know how he would do with co parenting” Harry follows her lead and lays down next to her “Besides, it’s too many shiny things there, he’d never want to come back”

Harry shrugs his shoulder “I’m sure that’s not true”

“It’s his instinct”

“But he knows where home is” he gently breathes “It’s wherever you are”

Lionel then begins to stretch as if he took up the most room on the bed “Lionel” she grumbles as the animal kicks her “Ow! That hurts you little” another kick to her rib cage and she stubbornly scoots back to avoid his tiny feet. But it wasn’t enough, after maybe thirty seconds, he got restless again and rolled over to slap her face “Lionel” Y/n let out another huff while scooting back some more. As soon as Y/n closed her eyes, the niffler took this as a sign to roll over and kick her once more. Y/n let’s out a frustrated huff before scooting back again, this time bumping into Harry “I’m sorry” she apologized while turning to face him “I hope you don’t mind”

He actually couldn’t thank Lionel enough “You’ve spoiled him” Harry smiles and she covers her eyes

“Noooo” she groans “He usually likes to cuddle with me”

“Maybe he’s just waiting for you to fall asleep again to make his escape”

“You make it sound like I torture the poor thing”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “Maybe it’s just fun to annoy you”

Y/n sucks her teeth “Maybe that’s why you two get along so well”

“That’s probably why you love us so much” Harry tells her with a cheeky smile

Love

She scoffs “Love?” She the gently plucks the glasses off his face “Maybe you need new glasses because you clearly can’t tell the difference between love and disgust” with that, she received another swift kick from Lionel, sending her into Harry’s chest

“I think you’re absolutely right Lionel” Y/n rolls her eyes and gently placed his glasses onto her nightstand

“He doesn’t even need all of that room” she grumbled while trying to make herself comfortable

“What?” Harry questions “I promise I don’t have cooties” Y/n rolls her eyes again “Afraid of being too close to me?”

“No” she cranes her neck to look up at him “Just go to bed Potter”

“Oh, now we’re back on a last name basis”

Y/n frowns at his comment “I thought you were just as tired as I was” she mumbled “I’ll never be able to sleep with your constant sass” she goes to flip over but Harry was quick to wrap his arms around her and keep her trapped against his chest “Harry!” Her cheeks began to heat up and her heart rate fastened

“You know what? I think I’m finally comfortable”

“Harry let go!”

He stops to think for a moment “Mmmh….i don’t think I will”

There was no use fighting him, he had an iron grip on her, which took her by surprise because she never expected him to be so strong. This was probably the first time she’s noticed how toned Harry was, she never realized how strong he was until this very moment. So this is what you’ve been doing at quidditch practice. Y/n leaned her head against his chest in defeat, all she could do now was pray he couldn’t feel her heart beat through her chest.

It was around 2:30 when Y/n’s eyes fluttered opened. Legs intertwined with the boy lying next to her, her arms wrapped around him while his still wrapped around her as if he were afraid to lose her. How did I even end up in this situation?

She tries to pry herself away from Harry, but like before, it deemed useless “Harry” she whispered “Harry wake up” then the thought of what people might say began to scare her. It wasn’t so much the hufflepuffs, but the Gryfindors would definitely let the entire school know by six am tomorrow “Harry you need to wake up!” She let go of his rib cage and lightly tapped his face “Harold…” soon enough, she was greeted with sleepy eyes

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he finally answered in a groggy voice while she searched his eyes for any worry or concern but inevitably found nothing “That’s the best rest I’ve gotten in the past two years” I guess he did say he was having trouble sleeping. He loosened his grip on her to rub his eye and she took this opportunity to finally leave his side

“I didn’t think about it before but if we wake up tomorrow people will ask questions” she hands him his glasses, which he kindly accepts “The last thing I need is rumors spreading around that I slept with the chosen one”

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing” Harry looks over at the clock and lets out a tired sigh “You should’ve just let me sleep for the rest of the night”

She rolls her eyes “So the entire school can think we were sleeping together?”

He shrugs his shoulders “Well, we did”

Embarrassment spread across her face, causing her to hit him with a pillow “You need to leave”

But as she knew already, Harry was stubborn “Why can’t I just spend the rest of the night here?” He propped his head up on the pillow “It’s late and I’m already in bed. Besides, if Filtch catches me out, he’ll give me detention and we won’t be able to go to Hogsmead” as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Harry made grabby hands at her which made her look away while trying not to smile, but ultimately ended up climbing back into bed with him.

“You’re infuriating” she grumbled while taking his glasses and setting them back down onto the table, Harry however took this opportunity to pull her back into his chest “What are you-”

“Saving you from a couple of kicks” although her back was against his chest, she could practically see the cheeky look on his face

“Yeah well you don’t need an iron grip on me” she huffed while trying to make herself comfortable “It’s like you’re trying to suffocate me”

Harry quickly let’s go of her “I’m not hurting you am I?”

She frowned when she realized his dramatics worried the boy “No, you just-” truth be told, she wanted to be wrapped in his strong arms, she wanted to be cuddled, she was being selfish for once and wanted one night without the constant reminder that he isn’t hers to have. Her fingers found his hands and gently pulled them back around her waist “Sleep, I’ll figure out a plan on how to sneak you out later” her hands lingered on his, it’s not that she didn’t want to let go, it felt like she couldn’t

Merlin what have I gotten myself into?

☾

“I can’t believe you spent that much on a broom” she scolded as they left quality quidditch supply’s “Isn’t quidditch season over?”

“Yes, but I’ll need a new one for next season” he insisted “Just wear and tear, but it’s definitely a notable difference in speed and how fast I’m able to stop”

“Your old broom seemed fine to me” she muttered under her breath as they continued walking

“Would you like to go for a trial run?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face and she rolls her eyes

“I’d rather die Potter”

The smirk then changed into a small genuine smile “I’ve missed the banter between us, I’ve missed you”

No, stop it

But she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach or her breath being caught in her throat “Well…I’ve just been so busy with…” trying to avoid you “Learning difficult potions and stopping poachers while you have been busy with….whatever you’ve been doing”

“I’ve been trying to convince professor Slughorn to give me his untampered memory of the conversation between him and Voldemort”

Y/n nods “And?”

“Apparently he explained to him about horocruxes”

“Which makes sense why he tried to hide it from everyone” Harry quirks a brow “I mean being responsible for making one of the most powerful wizards almost unstoppable would make me die from guilt”

“Unstoppable huh?”

She gives him a side eye “Almost unstoppable” she clarified “If anyone’s going to stop him, it’ll be the chosen one of course” she playfully nudged him with her elbow

“Speaking of which, I’m going with Dumbledore tonight to search for another horocrux”

A frown made its way to her face “Please be careful Harry, I know how reckless you tend to be”

“Are you worried about me? Worried that you’ll never see my handsome face ever again?” She rolled her eyes at his comment

“Yes Harry, I’m sure everyone would be disappointed to find out and miss you and your handsome face”

He then stops right in front of her “Would you miss me?” Her heart began thumping out of her chest “I mean would you miss me if I died?”

Those piercing green eyes made her want to crawl into a hole and scream, there was no way she could avoid this “Of course I would Harold” she was quick to break eye contact but Harry was faster. He slid over to the right to block her from continuing their walk back to Hogwarts

“Then may I have a kiss for good luck?” ohmygod “Since you’re so worried about me” he shrugs his shoulders while looking everywhere behind her except for her “Besides, I never got a good luck kiss for the quidditch game”

It was inevitable

There was absolutely no excuse to be made, just her and him in this moment “And you’ll promise not to be reckless on this mission?” She was so undeniably attracted to him that it almost physically hurt to stay away from him

Harry quickly nods “I’ll come right back to you once we’re finished”

Y/n takes a step closer “Wow, don’t you think you should tell your best friends first?”

Harry shakes his head while also taking a step towards her “I want to come back to you” he stops right in front of her and tilts her head up with his finger “I’ll always come back to you” he barely whispers while pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear “It’ll always be you first” his hand slid down to cup the side of her face. It felt like sparks were flying, both of their hearts beating out of their chest as they slowly leaned in to a kiss that both of them desired. She was drunk on his scent, ignorant to any observers or what consequences this might have on the future. Hell, she couldn’t even think about anything other than the boy in front of her and what his lips might feel like.

Their lips mere inches apart from each other’s with only a simply phrase to stop them “Harry my boy” Y/n quickly pulled away and gave a polite bow to their headmaster “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything”

Y/n was quick to shake her head “No sir” her face grew hot in embarrassment “Of course not”

Dumbledore smiles and turns to the boy “It is time” Harry nods, immediately understanding what he was talking about “Miss L/n” he turns back to the girl “Would you mind taking Mr Potters belongings back to his room?”

Y/n shakes her head while grabbing the items from Harry “I best be off then” she gives a tight lipped smile and scurried off

“What impeccable timing sir” Harry commented with a clenched jaw

“Please forgive me, but miss L/n will have to wait just a bit longer”

☾

Y/n would’ve never imagined that that would’ve been the last time she’d ever see professor Dumbledore. This is it, the start of the end

Y/n pushed through the crowd to see Harry kneeling beside his mentor, completely devastated at the sight. She took this as sign to comfort him, he needed her now more than ever right now, the future didn’t matter in this moment. She knelt beside the boy and hugged him to ground him, to give him the reassurance that he needed. Harry gladly leaned into her embrace, crying into her shoulder to finally release all pent up sadness he had.

Once everyone was sent back to their houses, no one dared to tell Harry he couldn’t spend the night in the Hufflepuff dormitories, nor did Y/n care of what others would say.

The green eyed boy spent the entire night attached to Y/n’s hip; head glued to her chest and arms latched around her waist while she lovingly caressed his hair to soothe his muffled sobs. Y/n wanted nothing more in the world than to be there for him, to be his rock, his forever, his absolute everything. It was completely worth all of the scolding she’d get from McGonagall later if it meant she could stay with the boy in this moment.

“Harry” she gently grabs his hand, trying to persuade him not to leave “You don’t have to face this by yourself” the next morning Harry was too eager to jump right back into the horrors of reality for Y/n’s liking

He looks down at their hands “I just need some time to be alone” when he looked up and saw the disappointment on her face, he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it “I promise I’ll come back” his eyes never left hers “I’ll always come back to you, remember?”

Y/n smiles at the sweet words and let’s go of his hand “I’ll see you later Potter” she gives him a playful smile which he gladly returns.

Once Harry was out of eye distance, Y/n closed her door with a huff “Awww, how sweet” a familiar voice startled her as she let go of the door knob. Y/n slowly turned around, eyes widening in horror to see none other than Bellatrix Lestrange “Boo!”

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thenerdyfanwriter · 2 years

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pls do a carl gallagher x fem reader where reader is debbie’s friend like a bi reader with love triangle between debby and carl 😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️💗💗💗💗💗 ty

Love Letters

Word Count: 2,751

Pairings: Debbie Gallagher x fem!Reader, Carl Gallagher x fem!Reader

Synopsis: After years of pinning for Debbie, you give up. But someone new catches your eye.

Warnings: Language, a little angst

A/N: Possible spoilers. I kinda strayed a little from the request. Also I wasn't sure how to end it, If you want a part 2 let me know. Hope you still enjoy it!

Masterlist

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Your Pov

I’ve known the Gallaghers since I was very young. We’ve always been neighbors and I've always thought of them as family. A few years ago, I started developing a crush on my bestfriend, Debbie. At first, I thought it was normal to have these feelings for your best friend.

Around two weeks ago, I decided to do something stupid.

Flashback

Debbie asked me to come over today because she has something to tell me. After I got her text, I decided today was the day I’m going to tell her about my feelings. I texted her back and said I have something to tell her as well.

As I walked up the steps to the Gallagher house, my palms were getting sweaty and my heartbeat was rising.

I walked into the house, going straight to Debbie’s room. When I opened the door to her room, she was laying in bed reading a book on her stomach. I shut the door and cleared my throat. “ Debbie, I'm here. What did you have to tell me?”

I must have scared her because she shot up with wide eyes. “ Holy shit! Don’t scare me like that.” She practically screamed. I walked further into her room and sat on her bed next to her.

“ Sorry, I thought your door slamming shut would have warned you.” I told her. She stood up and walked over to her desk, picking something up. “ Sooo, what did you have to tell me?” I asked.

Debbie walked back over to me with something in her hand. She handed it to me and I looked at it. It was a letter from Carl. “Carl’s coming back from Military School in two weeks. He wanted to make sure you were there.” She told me as I read the letter. “ So, what did you need to talk to me about? “ Debbie asked me.

“Um, well. You have to promise not to laugh or get mad at me.” I said avoiding her gaze. She mumbled an “Ok.”

I felt her sit down on the bed next to me. “ For around two years now, I’ve had a crush on you. I know you don’t like girls, so I just wanted to get it over with.” I felt tears brimming my eyes as I looked at her. She had a funny look on her face.

I got up quickly and started leaving her room. “ Now that I’ve made it weird, I’m going to leave.” Debbie didn’t try to stop me as I left.

Current Time

Carl was coming back from Military School today. I don’t know why he wanted me there, because I honestly didn’t want to be anywhere near Debbie after I embarrassed myself. The party starts at 5 and it’s currently 4:45. I’m dressed to go, but I don’t know if I should.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m not wearing anything special, just a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. Looking over at the clock in my room, I decide I should go, just to welcome Carl back home.

When I reached the Gallagher house, I could already hear people laughing and music playing. I could make out Fiona and Veronica talking. I walked into the house and spotted everyone in the living room.

I walked over to where Fiona and Veronica were sitting on the couch and sat with them. “ Hey Y/n, I haven’t seen you around lately.” Fiona commented when she spotted me.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy with work the past few weeks.” I told her. There was no way I was going to tell her the real reason I wasn’t around. Before she could say anything else, the door opened and Carl walked in.

My eyes widened at how much he changed in a few months. Carl walked inside with his school uniform on and his hair was shorter than before he left for school.

He looked around the room with a huge grin on his face. “I’m home!” He said. Fiona was the first to get up and hug him. He walked farthing into the living room while we all got up to welcome him home.

I walked towards him and gave him a hug while whispering, “ Welcome home Carl.” When we pulled away he had a strange look in his eyes.

“Thank you for being here.” He said.

I told him, “You’re welcome,” and walked away.

An hour has passed and we’re all eating. I’m sitting in the living room with Carl, Debbie and Ian. Debbie keeps glancing at me like she wants to say something. Before she can, Carl starts talking to me.

“So, Y/n. Did you miss me while I was at school?” He asked me. I looked up from my plate to him.

“A little. Probably not as much as your family though.” I said. When I looked at him, I noticed his face had gotten more defined and less kid-like from when he left.

He chuckled at the comment I made. Carl’s voice and laugh had gotten deeper, and I’ll admit, It was a little attractive. Before either of us could say anything else, Debbie started talking.

“Y/n, Can I talk to you upstairs?” Debbie said, already heading up. I sighed while putting my plate down and followed Debbie. She stopped in the middle of the halfway and turned around to face me. “ Do you have a thing for Carl?” She asked.

I stared at her with my eyebrows drawn together. “ No, why?”

“ You guys were all cozy on the couch, so I wanted to know before I told you something.” Debbie said quickly. She inhaled deeply and said, “ I did some experimenting and I think I like girls.”

I stood there stunned and slightly confused.Just two weeks ago, she was getting ready to laugh at me because I had feelings for her. “ I’m glad you're figuring yourself out, but what does that have to do with me?” I ask her.

“I have feelings for you.” Debbie admitted. I was frozen in my spot. “ Please say something Y/n.”

“I-I don’t know what to say. You practically rejected my feelings when I told you I liked you. Now, all of a sudden, you have feelings for me that just showed up out of nowhere just from some experimentation you did with other girls.” I was starting to get angry at her now.

Debbie was frozen from my outburst. I didn’t care though, I was trying to get over my crush on her. I turned around and started walking back down the steps. When I went to sit back down, I noticed Carl was gone. “ Where did Carl go?” I asked Ian, who was still sitting in the chair watching t.v.

Ian looks at me and tells me, “ He left. He was mumbling about how Debbie always ruins stuff or something. I wasn’t really listening.” He went back to watching the t.v.

“Ok, thanks Ian.” I told him. I walked to the kitchen, where Fiona was putting stuff away. “ Hey Fi, I’m gonna head home, I got work early tomorrow.”

Fiona turned her head to look at me with a smile. “ Thanks for coming tonight. Carl really appreciates it.” She said before turning back to what she was doing. I started heading home.

Carl Pov

Neither of them knew I was around the corner listening to them. I can’t believe the girl I’ve had a crush on for three years likes my sister.

When I was away at Military School, I wrote letters to her, but never sent them. I was always too scared of what she would think if her best friend's younger brother had a long standing crush on her.

When I heard Y/n say all that stuff about her crush on Debbie, I got angry and sad. I didn’t stay around long enough to hear what she was saying. I ran out the front door and kept running. I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept running.

After running for about 5 minutes I stopped. My phone buzzed so I took it out of my pocket to check it. It was Y/n.

Hey, just wanted to say welcome home again. A little sad I didn’t get to say bye to you before I went home. Hope you have a good night. -Y/N

She was always so nice to me. I thought my feelings for her were mutual. Apparently I was wrong. I shut my phone off and started to head back home.

As I was walking home, I started thinking. Maybe it would be best if I told Y/n about my crush on her. It wouldn’t do any harm. I know she likes Debbie, so I should just get it over with.

After I got home, I ran up to my room where I had hid all the letters I wrote Y/n. I took the box they were in and went to her house. It was dark out now and no lights were on in her house when I got there.

I sat down on Y/n’s porch and started to think about what I should say. Should I just give her the box of letters and let her read them? Should I not even give her the letters? Do I just tell her about my crush on her straight forward?

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to someone kicking my side. ‘ Wake up Carl!” I knew that voice. That voice was the reason I was here in the first place. “Carl, I’m going to be late for work. Get off my porch.”

I sat up and looked next to me where Y/n was standing. She was in her uniform for work and had a bag on her shoulder. “ I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you about something important.” I told her.

“ I can’t talk right now, Carl. I’ll be late for work and they’ll fire me.” Y/n said.

I sighed and stood up. “ That’s ok. I guess I’ll talk to you later then.” I started walking home but I had a weird feeling in my chest.

Your Pov

Carl looked sad when he left my porch. He was acting strange as well. Maybe it was because he had just woken up.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him on my way to work. Carl seems like a whole new person from before he left for school. He seems kinder. My thoughts kept going to how good he looked last night. I’ve never found Carl attractive, but last night, he sparked something in me. Something I didn’t feel even for Debbie.

About 3 hours into my shift, Carl showed up. “ Y/n, this morning after I left your house, did you see a small wooden box anywhere?” Whenever I moved, Carl also moved. He was following me around the restaurant.

“ No, Carl. I didn’t see anything because I was in a rush. Now can you please let me get back to work?” I turned around and stared at him with an eyebrow raised. I didn’t mean to sound the way I did. It’s just been a rough day.

He dipped his head and said, “ If you find the box, just let me know. Ok?” I nodded my head and he left.

When I got home after work, my dad was sitting in the living room. Normally when I get off work, he's down at the Alibi. I stopped when I saw him.

“Your boyfriend left something on the porch.” He shoved a box at me as he stood from the couch. “I’m going to the Alibi. Don’t call me unless the house is on fire.” He pushed me out of the way and left.

I walked to my room with the box under my arm. After I got dressed, I sat on my bed and opened the box. It was full of letters addressed to me. I opened the letter that was on top. It was dated 2 days ago. As I read it, I felt as though I was invading someone's privacy because whoever wrote the letter was spilling their guts into it like they didn’t expect me to read it.

When I got to the end it was signed. And it was signed by one of the people I’d least expected.

I took the box with the letter still in my hand and ran to the Gallagher house. When I ran inside, I found the person I was looking for sitting on the couch. Carl.

“Is all this true Carl?” I asked with tears brimming my eyes. A million different emotions were running through me. “Do you really have feelings for me?” I could feel tears going down my face.

He stood up from the couch and stared at me with wide eyes. He was frozen. We stood there staring at each other for a few minutes before Fiona got home. “Did you two get into a fight? What’s going on?” She asked, confused as to why I was crying and Carl was standing there like a deer caught in headlights.

“Nothing’s going on Fiona. I was just returning something to Carl.” I told her as I set the box and letter down. I was about to leave when Carl stopped me.

Grabbing my arm, he pulled me back so we were face to face. “ Stay, please. I want to explain what you read.” He didn’t wait for me to answer before he pulled me up to his room. “ You can keep the letters. They were all written for you when I was at school.” He sighed before continuing. “ I developed feelings for you about a year ago, right after I got out of juvie. You were one of the only people there for me and seemed to understand what I was going through.”

I know exactly what he’s talking about. When I was 14, I got into a bit of trouble and spent a few months in juvie. “ Carl, why didn’t you just tell me this when the feelings started?” I asked him.

“ You were always with Debbie. I could never get you alone. I know you like Debbie anyways, that's why I haven’t told you.” Carl seemed to be getting sad. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to him. My feelings are all over the place. One minute, I have feelings for Debbie, the next I’m finding Carl attractive.

“Carl, I need some time please. Don’t take this as a rejection. I just need to think.” Without waiting for his reply, I leave. Before I exit the house, I take the letter and box.

Carl Pov

It’s been three days since I told Y/n about my feelings for her. I haven’t bothered her because I want her to have space and time to think. Debbie hasn’t been hanging out with her lately either.

It’s close to 2 am when I get a text.

Can you come outside? I have to talk to you. - Y/n

Without missing a beat I run downstairs and open the front door. She’s standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. I close the door and walk over to her. “If you’re going to tell me you don’t have feelings for me, you don’t have to. I honestly expect it.” I told her.

“Carl, you need to learn to not jump to conclusions.” She says. “ I wanted to tell you that I like you too. I read all the letters you wrote and I realized I wasted so much time having a crush on your sister, that I missed what a great person you truly are.” I was surprised at what she said.

I walked up to Y/n and gave her a hug. As I release her from the hug I say, “ I’m speechless. Do you really like me back?” She nodded her head. “Well, would you like to go out tomorrow? Like on a date?” I asked her.

“Sure, Carl. I would love to.” Y/n Said with a smile. I gave her another hug with a giant smile on my face.

With her still in my arms, I lifted her up and took her to my room. “ Stay the night with me please?” I asked as I set her down.

She looked at me with a smile and nodded her head. This may be the best moment of my life.

#shameless imagine #shameless x reader #carl gallagher x reader #debbie gallagher x reader #carl gallagher imagine #carl gallagher fluff #carl gallagher angst #debbie gallagher angst #debbie gallagher fluff

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ellequarius · 3 months

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Hey heyyy!! I have a success storyyyy. So I was the anon that asked you what to do on Feb 4th about my family being separated and I wanna tell you what’s happened over the past few days! Okay so what I did is i created an aff tape w jus two affirmations of me saying “I have my desired home life” and “Everyone is getting along so well” I would listen to it over night (but I didn’t do that often bcs I hate wearing headphones to sleep) I would listen to a sub by Lotusmi and affirm while listening to that as well. And the first day I was really motivated, then as time when on i affirmed less and got unmotivated as I wasn’t seeing movement. I started getting anxious because my mom and her bf were arguing, he would sleep in the living room, and his kids (who weren’t talking to me for a month already) still weren’t talking to me. BUT I persisted! Even when I actively heard them yelling and arguing I would just affirm a few times and then move on. The past few days my mom and her bf have been getting along better than usual. They’ve been sleeping in the same bed and I haven’t really heard any arguing! Anywho fast forward to yesterday. The day started as it usually did w the boys not speaking to me (which rlly took a toll on me btw because they are kinda like my first siblings bcs all my other siblings were older and starting their own families as I was growing up so having them around is fun until they started ignoring me for a month ago bcs I snitched on them bcs they were beating me up baddd, punching me, slapping me, I even had bruises at one point) anywho like I said they weren’t speaking to me but my mom and her bf seemed to be on good terms. So my mom, her bf, and his mom went out to the bf’s show bcs he’s in a band and he had a performance that night. So usually they give us money to order pizza and that’s what the boys did. When the pizza came they didn’t even come up to tell me, the younger of the two texted me on snap, the older one had me blocked on snap and messages💀. Anywho and instead of eating at the table like they were supposed to they just took it to their room and ate it. And after they went up I went down, got my slice, and went in my room to get mine. I was upset about that but I just kept affirming and persisting. Anywho so a couple hrs go by, I go get in the shower, started playing some video games and was just minding my business frl frl. Then the older one of the two messaged me on Xbox out of the blue and said something about a time we versed each other on a video game a couple weeks ago. I started texting back and long story short he was like let’s go again. I was like IGHT BETTTT. Anywho so we versed each other again and the first time we did it he didn’t even speak to me and had his mic muted, but this time he started talking first and then I started talking and we kept playing till it was over. Now I did lose (40 something to 2) but we not finna speak on that bcs I don’t play that game frl frl🙄. Anywho by that time the adults had already came back, so when we finished the 1v1 he went to his dad and started telling him abt it and I went in the room and defended myself and what not and it was like how it was before. Anywho long story short I’m going to continue to listen to the affs and sub for a few more days jus cuz! Thank you for your advice and to anyone else who is manifesting something PERSISTTTTTTTT plssss😫!

(Sorry for this long ass story😭)

this is my first anon success story!!

i'm glad my advice worked for you and I really don't mind the long asks, i actually enjoy reading them!

#loa affirmations #loa #sammy ingram #neville goddard #manifesting #edward art #loa tumblr #void state

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yumemiruuuu · 4 months

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The Happiest of the New Years from me to everyone! I haven’t been in this fandom long, but I am so incredibly glad that I’ve discovered this series when I did. To be honest, when I first found the series as the donghua, I didn’t think I would get far with it because I’ve dropped MDZS so many times (I’m so sorry, I swear I’m trying 😭), but hohhh boy was I wrong.

2 days later and I was already on Season 2, which is when I started to listen to an audiobook version that was posted on Spotify. By the second week of December, I already had my hands on the first 3 volumes, with the 1st volume being completely read through by the 2nd day of being in my possession.

I am so grateful to my friend who got their hands on the volume 8 Special Edition for me for Christmas, which I read over the course of New Year’s Eve and at the crack of dawn on New Year’s Day.

Truly, I did not expect to fall head over heels for this series the way I did since I normally don��t read romance filled reads, but I guess the universe has it’s own ways of proving me wrong.

This series will forever have a special place in both my heart and mind; it has taught me so many different things and have helped me through the processing of so many difficulties that I’ve accumulated over the course of my life.

I remember trying so hard to not get frustrated and upset, and have told myself that I’m in the wrong for having these feelings. I’ve gone back and forth from being overly positive for no reason, to feeling bitter and angry for several days because it felt pointless to force myself to be positive when life just… didn’t seem fair to me. I felt like I didn’t know who I was, who I am, and who I’m meant to be. Why I’m here, what purpose I have, and where I even was.

But this series taught me that sometimes, it’s okay to let go. It’s okay to feel frustrated, and to feel upset. It’s okay to not worry. It’s okay to not dwell. You don’t have to be overly positive and friendly all the time. You don’t have to force yourself to be out there just because you want people to like you, and care for you. Life has its ups and downs but no downs are forever, just the same as how no ups are forever.

And quite frankly, this sounds cheesy, but after starting this series, I’ve felt so much better about myself, my outlook on life, and the way the universe has its own ways. Yeah, life sucks. But life also doesn’t suck all the time. So… as XieLian had said (or at least a reiteration because I don’t have the exact quote on me) why not think about the good food that I’ve had, rather than dwell on the complicated and negative stuff that happened in the past?

Again, happy new year to everyone. And I hope to see you all and interact one way or another somewhere down the line.

(Please enjoy my TGCF shrine that I’ve set up in my room right past the door)

#i feel so sappy with what I typed #probably missed so many things tbh #point is… tgcf is really effing good man #like i love this series so much #i’m actually scared to start a different series because i don’t want to find something better than tgcf #I know it’s a very silly sentiment to have but just… man. this series.#i’m just so grateful for the fact that I was born in the same timeline as this series’ existence #body in the abyss heart in paradise #tgcf brainrot has caught up to me #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #天官赐福

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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hello friends! i suppose i should introduce myself now that the game is fully released: my name is sarah, but you will know me as the abel simp anon :) (also, in the q&a when you said you were desperate to find out who i am.. i actually lost my mind slightly because i admire you all so much, i couldn’t stop thinking about it😭, so thank you for being so lovely!)

i wanted to try to keep this as short as possible but i am known to ramble so hopefully that’s not too annoying! (edit: this ask is very very long, i just had so much i wanted to say, apologies in advance!)

firstly, i want to say thank you for being such a welcoming community - i’m pretty quiet and i don’t really share my interests much irl so to have this community means the world to me! i want to give the biggest thank you to you, the it lives project team, because without you guys none of this would’ve happened. i know it’s said a lot (but it’s true) how IMPRESSIVE this whole project has been from start to finish, i am honestly in awe of you all. from perfectly building upon already loved characters to creating your own, to your incredible world building and art (and i don’t even want to think about the nightmare that was programming all the many many variations), your storytelling capabilities are off the charts, seriously! i also want to quickly say that the few people who sent asks in about me made me feel so cool, like a tiny internet micro celebrity😭

i wanted to tell you a little bit about me! first of all, i’m british, so feel free to now read all of my asks in a silly little accent☕️. fun fact: i’ve followed lindsay for quite a long time and saw her original post at the very beginning asking if anyone would be interested in helping to create a third instalment… i actually almost signed up to be a writer on this project as i’m an english student and an avid it lives stan*, but i knew that with my schedule with college i wouldn’t have been able to give it the time it needed and deserved, but retrospectively i definitely couldn’t write anything as incredible as what you guys have produced, and as much as i would’ve loved to be on the team, being a fan has been the best experience i’ve had in a long long time!! *i am actually such an it lives nerd that i once made a powerpoint to tell my friend the entire plot of both ilitw and ilb, and she is eagerly awaiting for when i give her a powerpoint on the plot of ilw😭

i spent so many hours on friday unprivating all my ilw posts as, before this, my blog was completely empty of fandom posts, as like i said before i’ve always been pretty insecure about sharing my interests, and i grew pretty fond of my ~mysterious anonymity~ so feel free to see how long i’ve been secretly reblogging everyone’s posts for now that they’re public lmao

i also finally started speaking more in the discord yesterday (here’s to boosting your self-confidence!) and someone told me that’s how they figured out who i am, so i’m very interested in who that was and how they knew it was me👀

this project has seriously changed my life and i’m so sincerely grateful for everyone involved, you all have such a special place in my heart. thank you for taking care of ali, kassie, and sadie (my devon, harper, and rowan) they could not have been in safer hands🫶 (because i do not have it in me to do a disaster route, they are all ALIVE and HAPPY and abel and sadie will get married and live happily ever after)

so far i have cried 4 times in the last 2 days because i’m so devastated about this project ending, in fact i have an 8 minute long video i sent to one of my best friends just talking and crying about how much i’ll miss the game despite the fact that the community will always still be here (i’m just very dramatic and emotional in case you haven’t noticed that over the past year or so😭)

let me wrap things up because i’ve definitely overstayed my welcome in this ask😭 i don’t think i’ll truly be able to put into words how much this project has meant to me over the last year or so, and it has been an absolute honour to see you and your project grow and flourish. but most of all, it’s been a privilege to be your abel simp anon and it’s safe to say this is an experience i’ll cherish forever and never forget

-forever yours, with so so much love, sarah, aka the abel simp anon💓

(ps. this definitely won’t be the last time you hear from me, i’m clingy as hell😘)

Oh dear Abel simp anon aka Sarah ❤️❤️

First of all, we (especially I) loved getting your asks, it was always fun as hell to read a good chapter liveblog and I was always really excited to see your reaction to the Abel scenes (seriously it made my day) 🥰🥰

Also that’s crazy that you almost applied! I’m glad you enjoyed being a fan so much, we really enjoyed having you as one. And a fellow English major! That’s always so exciting to me 😂

I’m honored we had such a big impact on you and truly we’re so glad you were along for the ride with us, it’s always amazing to know someone has been a fan the entire time. Keep speaking out in the server and posting on your blog, we’d absolutely love to keep hearing from you! And don’t you worry, Abel and Sadie will be happy together forever 🥰🥰

#abel simp anon #mod maggie #ask

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nothing-particularly-exciting · 10 months

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15 questions 15 mutuals

got tagged by @rosiesared and @ck2k18, thanks guys!! <3

are you named after anyone?

nope

2. when was the last time you cried?

uhhh i can’t remember the exact day but i’m pretty sure i’ve cried at some point during the past month

3. do you have kids?

i do not

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

sometimes, usually when i’m talking to people i know who have a tendency to be sarcastic themselves lmao

5. what sports do you play/have played?

tennis, badminton, hockey, also i know that you don’t play these sports, per se, but swimming and horse riding! also dancing, if that counts??? i’m only including the ones that i’ve done regularly over long periods of time dfhjdhnfhkd

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

hmmm, it’s kind of difficult to say because i’ve never really thought about it, but probably their face or maybe their hair or clothing

7. what’s your eye color?

like a light-ish brown i guess? i’ve been told that they were quite dark when i was a baby

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings ftw, they bring me comfort plus i’m generally not a big fan of scary movies lol

9. any special talents?

i think i can be pretty funny at times!!

10. where were you born?

in a hospital

11. what are your hobbies?

writing, drawing, reading, going for long walks, dnd and cycling (although i admittedly haven’t done that in a while)

12. do you have pets?

sadly no 😭 i used to have goldfish though

13. how tall are you?

iirc i’m either 5'7" or bordering on it, it’s been ages since i last measured my height sdjksjdksk

14. favorite subject in school?

i’m an english girlie through and through <3 but tbf i also enjoy subjects like art, politics and anything to do with languages in general

15. dream job?

definitely author!! not sure how attainable it is, though, because ✨capitalism✨ so right now i’m trying to keep my options open

i think some of my mutuals have already been tagged so if you see this and want to answer the questions then feel free to!! :D

#tag game #mutuals

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forzafinally · 2 years

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Hi omg….. first of all I kind of miss you, seems like everyone has been a little less active for the past few weeks. It is so cool though that you are a doctor now. I wanted to ask you some questions…. so like i’m in grade elevn rn and i’ve taken pcmb. I like bio, especially studying about the human body. However i decided not to give neet and become a doctor because it’s a very demanding lifestyle and i don’t know if i could do that. i also really wanna go outside india and becoming a doctor. 1

from any private university or outside india is super expensive. so i decided i can do biotech engineering or genetic engineering. but now i’m realising that these are more research based programs and i haven’t really done much creative work ig? like whenever there were scince fairs i didn’t really like makinf models or anything. i can remember things though so maybe doctor is my calling? but i am super confused about taking pcmb what i shd drop and what i shd do… i have joined coaching 2. for JEE but i can shift to neet if i decide against it.. ya omg basically i’m super confused and you have kind of done one of the options so maybe you can give me a little insight? Thank you so muchhhh this is so long i just realised i would be very great full if you answer this hahahahah 😭

Omg hi!! I miss you guys too🥺 Residency has taken over my life atm so that's why I'm spending so much less time here lol.

Now to answer your question. It's very common not to know what you want to do at this stage of your life. Firstly what you think a profession is going to be like is very different from what it actually ends up being. As someone who went to med school just because I hated physics I think I might be able to help you a bit.

Med school is very long. And expensive as you said if you are doing it from a private university. Yes it's very affordable if you do it from a government medical college but I don't need to tell you how cut throat the competition is. About 0.1-0.2% of all the people appearing for NEET UG actually make it to a GMC. You also need to keep in mind that unlike other professions you don't finish your education till you're in your late 20s.

I'm 25 now and I'm just starting my residency while my friends who did engineering or commerce have already started working full time and earning a lot more than me at this stage in their life so that does sting a bit. Also since the curriculum is so vast you have to keep studying throughout the next five years. It's....not easy to keep having to read more and more while your friends are getting the time to have a social life and you are having exams after exams. You also have to do an MD or an MS post your MBBS because just being a general physician these days doesn't have much value so that again means giving NEET PG like I did last year with insane cut offs all over again.

So when you say that becoming a doctor is your calling, there are all these factors you need to consider. Are you willing to commit yourself to about 10+ years of further education after your 12th?

I was pretty miserable during my MBBS because of all that I mentioned above and was considering quitting it and shifting to something else during my final year. The reason I decided to continue with my residency is because I genuinely liked psychiatry as a subject, thought it was something worth doing and it has fairly regular work hours so it gives me the life that I want.

Now for the positives. There is something really special having the ability to help others. It's only been three weeks since my residency started but it amazes me everytime how people come to me with so much faith when I'm just a baby doctor and listen to me. I have the ability to make their lives better - not only of the patient but their entire family. Yes it's stressful at times but as I said psychiatry has fairly regular hours so I am able to get my 8 hours of sleep.

Of course other clinical branches are way more hectic. My friends who are doing surgery and medicine don't have much of a life to speak of. They have 20 hour work days compared to my 12. So yeah it also depends from speciality to speciality.

Now for engineering. JEE is as insanely competitive as NEET for sure but private universities are a lot cheaper for engineering and most people can start working once they graduate so by 22-23. You mentioned that you thought that you weren't well oriented enough for the research aspect of it. Well, with the way our education system works no one is. But no only engineering, in most higher education (even medicine, law or literature) research and writing papers is an important part of the curriculum in some form or another. So I wouldn't be too worried about that.

A trend that I am noticing recently is the most people do an MBA after their btech and ultimately work in finance as it pays really well compared to pure engineering so most of the engineers I know are doing everything apart from engineering lol. So you may want to keep that in mind too. Also the working hours aren't the best. Even if on paper it's 9-5 it actually becomes a lot closer to 9-11 from what my friends tell me. Especially in the private sector where things are so competitive you have to give a lot more of your time than you might think.

Of course one very important thing that you must realise is that whatever stream you decide isn't absolute. You can change course as and when you wish. I know doctors who have gone on to start clothing lines and engineers who went on to do law. So whatever happens in the next four or five years of your undergrad you can always do something else later on. It's easier to know what suits you best when you're in your mind twenties compared to your teens because you're still growing as a person.

To be on the safe side you could do pcmb for now and decide during your 12th if you want to drop one of them once you're less confused. I hope this helps! If you have any other questions you are welcome to send me an ask anytime.

#asks #anonymous

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magecrafts · 3 years

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part 2 to gun smut?

i need to know why r is so fucky in the head 😭

a/n: yeah ok let's fuckin go. sorry to disappoint but this one does not actually include gunplay. and it's sorta plot heavy — i got a lil carried away. also please excuse any mistakes as it is long past my bedtime.

home of blood and bone.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ ... MINORS DNI).

PART ONE ... PART TWO.

natasha x fem!reader ; natasha pries her way into your past, into your biology, and into your future. and you let her.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit violence, explicit smut, knifeplay, lil bit of blood.

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!

“How was the psych eval?”

Natasha Romanoff lingers in your doorway with a mug of coffee and a scowl.

“Thorough,” you tell her without looking up from your workbench. You’ve been toying with the grappling hook launch controls on your utility belt for the better part of an hour.

“Big man says you were difficult.”

You were not.

You’d make that clear if you cared, but you don’t. And if Tony Stark cared about your difficulties he’d pull you from the roster. Fact that you’ve got a seven am mission briefing the next day tells you everything you need to know.

A noncommittal noise falls from your lips to fill the silence.

Natasha steps into the room. The door clicks shut behind her. “Were you actually difficult?” Her tone softens. You don’t like that. “Or was it your charming brevity? I know talking’s not your favorite thing.”

In that moment you don’t like that she knows you and you really don't like that there isn’t a way to tell her as much without sounding like a grade-a asshole. Not that she would mind—you really doubt she would—but you’re still stuck on that pesky wanting to please her thing. It’s been seventy-two hours since the day in the jet and you still haven’t figured out a way to force her from your mind. And to think you used to be so good at pushing people away.

“Dunno, Nat,” you mumble, huffing. You push a torx driver a little too hard into a screw and the panel it secures sprouts a hairline crack. “Motherf—what more do you people want from me? I answered their questions.”

Natasha drops a tablet onto the workbench and taps the screen.

Security cam footage.

You grit your teeth and wish Natasha wasn’t over your shoulder, watching you watch this.

Conference room four.

An unremarkable woman in a pencil skirt sits across from you with a legal pad and a pen.

You’re stone-faced and still, hands clasped in your lap, looking right at her.

“Do you experience compulsive thoughts relating to the incident that took the lives of your parents?”

“No.”

“Do you suffer from nightmares about the incident that took the lives of your parents?”

“No.”

“Do you experience flashbacks to the incident? By this I mean—”

“I know what you mean. And no.”

“If something happens that reminds you of the incident, does it trigger an intense emotional response?”

Yes. Sometimes. But you’re careful not to show it.

“No.”

“Do you actively avoid things that remind you of the incident?”

“No.”

True. You tend to seek them out.

“Have you experienced generalized anxiety since the incident?”

“No.”

True enough.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“No.”

That one, at the very least, is only half a lie.

“Do you startle easily?”

“No.”

True.

“Do you feel that the—”

“Say the word incident one more time and I’m gonna flip my fucking lid. I don’t have PTSD.”

“What does that mean, ‘flip your lid?’”

“Get violent. I don’t know.”

“Are you stating that you intend to inflict violence upon me if I continue administering this evaluation?”

“No. I don’t—don’t hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

“Who does deserve it?”

Bullshit question.

She’s leading you.

It’s fine.

“Nobody at present,” you tell her.

“Who deserved it in the past?”

You shift in your seat, crossing your arms, trapping your hands between your elbows and ribs.

They already know. This lady, Tony, all of them. You don’t think there’s a single person on the compound who hasn’t read your file.

“Family.”

“Whose family?”

“Mine.”

“When you speak of your family do you include yourself?”

There it is.

You smile, mocking and sweet, and, “Obviously,” you say.

The video stops.

Natasha spins you around in your chair and clamps her hands on your shoulders. She’s the first person to touch your skin, your actual body, no barriers, since the day on the jet. All at once you wish you were wearing more than a tank top and wish she’d never stop touching you.

“By that logic,” she says, “your own logic, you deserve to be dead.”

“By the logic of all the world, actually,” you say, “yes. I should’ve been dead the day my family was. Don’t think it takes a professional to figure that out.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use so many words at once.”

You roll your eyes.

“Look at me,” Natasha says next, and doesn’t speak again until you do. “I know you’re fucked up—so am I. It sort of comes with being one of us. And—”

“Your point?”

“Don’t be a jackass,” she says, laying a firm pat on your cheek that feels more like a slap than you were expecting. “I’m trying to tell you that the deaths of your parents are in the past. It’s done. But the idea that you’re walking around wishing you were dead, too? Not okay.”

“Right.”

“We need you.”

“That so?”

It’s true enough.

Tony wouldn’t have recruited you if you weren’t valuable, if you couldn’t do things nobody else could. You’re so ingrained in the operations of the Avengers that at this point, yeah, they probably do need you. Teams are reliant on their members, and whether you like it or not the Avengers are the only people who haven’t kicked you to the curb the moment they found out what exactly is in your past.

It isn’t until Natasha says, “Listen to me. It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t torture yourself over it,” that you realize how wrong you are.

Your eyes narrow.

In less than a millisecond you make a weighted decision.

Your hands knock hers from your shoulders. You need space between the two of you if you’re going to let this conversation unfold. You don’t want her that close when you confide, you don’t think you could handle watching her recoil.

“What do you know about the deaths of my parents?”

Natasha furrows her brow, says, “They were shot point-blank by a HYDRA rogue after refusing to turn over their research on genetic engineering.”

You don’t know why you want to tell her.

You know it’ll ruin everything.

But if Natasha doesn't know, who else is in the dark?

You don’t want to spend your time around a team that doesn’t even know the fundamentals of your history. You want them to know exactly what you are, and if after that they still want you to stay? You will.

“I was never a rogue,” you tell her, gritting your teeth, “and I was never HYDRA.”

Natasha steps back. “You—?”

“And they didn’t refuse to turn over anything.” Your voice is thickening, getting rough around the edges. “I didn’t even ask for it, I’d already seen it all.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

It isn’t pity that she’s looking at you with but you can’t place whatever it is and that alone makes you want to put your head through a wall.

“I’m saying that I was an experiment. Bred in a lab to be the perfect, indestructible child. You had the Red Room, I had the house I grew up in.”

“But” — she’s pacing, never getting any closer to you than where she started — “you aren’t indestructible. I know you aren’t.”

“They made a mistake in my genetic code. I can bleed if I want to, I can feel pain under the right circumstances, but I’m not sure that I can die. And—”

It clicks so plainly on her face.

“You want to find out,” Natasha finishes for you. She comes to a stop, studying you from across the room, and you can see her putting the pieces together like you’re right there in her mind. “You didn’t kill your parents. You killed your captors.”

“You killed Dreykov.”

“…Touché.”

“You altered my file. Why?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to walk in here as the mommy and daddy killer. Was I wrong?”

He wasn’t.

Mostly.

But.

“I thought everyone knew.”

“I know,” Tony says, and to his credit he does manage to look apologetic. “And you thought they accepted you anyway. Which they do, still, by the way. Now that they actually know.”

No matter how deep you dig you can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him. He only did what believed was best. For you and for the team. You know more than most what a decision of that caliber feels like.

“Right,” is all you say.

You turn to go.

“You’re taking Romanoff with you,” Tony says before you make it out the door, “on the Evora job. And on all jobs from here on out.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Stark.”

“Maybe not,” he says, “but good luck telling her that.”

Natasha’s behavior around you hasn’t changed.

You don’t know whether that’s because things are genuinely the same or because she wants you to think things are the same.

It’s hard to gauge whether it actually matters one way or the other.

“Guy calls himself Elemento.”

“Gross.”

“Yup,” Natasha says, “but he can bend the elements to his will.”

Your behavior around Natasha has changed, if only a little. You’re talking more. Mostly to fill the silences she leaves hanging in the air, the spats of quiet that make your head hurt.

“Bullets and martial arts won’t do much against that,” you say. “Offense a little intended.”

“Ouch.” She’s grinning. “You can’t be bent, however. I’m just backup.”

She’s right.

As usual.

You’re an experiment the elements can no longer touch. You put your ability to be altered to bed the day you shot your parents.

Elemento can’t bend you.

And he doesn’t.

His gift only works when he’s breathing.

You putting your hand through the skin of his throat and tearing out his windpipe takes care of that. The bullet between his eyes takes care of the rest.

Spilling Elemento’s blood across the white tile floor of his laboratory is the closest you’ve ever come to creating fine art. When it splashes across the front of your battle suit and freckles you in red you reckon it’s the most color you’ve worn since childhood.

Before his body hits the floor you’ve pulled his hard drive and crashed out through the nearest window.

It isn’t until you’ve got an arm around a rung of the rope ladder dangling from Natasha’s chopper that you realize you’re still holding onto the flesh you pulled from his neck.

You wait to ask your questions until Elemento and his ruined lab in Evora are six hours behind you and you’re mostly cleaned up, until Natasha’s found an itty-bitty hotel room to camp out in for the night.

“Why does Stark give me the messy assignments?”

“He trusts you,” Natasha says without looking up from a dime-store paperback she swiped from the front desk. “And you have considerably fewer morals about leaving loose ends.”

So that’s it.

“Right.”

You don’t say much for the rest of the day.

You just sit on the floor at the foot of the bed and think. Mostly about the fact that okay, yeah, you don’t think too much when it comes to killing the people Tony wants you to kill, and a little about the fact that Natasha doesn’t seem to mind the carnage. Whatever red she had in her ledger doesn’t keep her from letting you have your fun.

Funny word for what you do for the Avengers, that one. Fun.

You weren’t allowed much fun as a kid. Hell, you can barely call your upbringing a childhood.

Most of what you remember is being pricked for blood, being rolled under x-ray machines, withstanding test after test until your parents were satisfied with their creation. You remember asking to celebrate holidays, birthdays—anything—and being told no. You remember watching the neighborhood kids board the school bus every morning from your bedroom window and hating that you weren’t allowed to go to regular school with them. Most of those memories are laced with hate.

Makes sense that murder constitutes fun these days.

“Hey.”

You pull yourself out of your thoughts.

The window’s gone dark.

Natasha has the bedside lamp on, casting a dim yellow glow across the little room, and she’s right there with you, dangling her head off the end of the bed and peering at you with affectionate amusement.

“You’ve been in your head for hours,” she tells you. “It’s four am.”

“Oh.”

“Come to bed.”

You look down at your clothes: gray tactical pants splattered with blood, boots caked in dust and dirt, sweat-stained tank top clinging to your chest. Off in the corner your battle jacket lies crumpled in a heap.

“I should shower.”

You wait until the water’s scalding before stepping in.

When you get out your skin’s red and warm and in the foggy mirror you notice a gash along the length of your forearm. It doesn’t need stitches but you figure Natasha’s going to say something about it anyhow.

She does.

“That hurt?”

“No.”

“Did you clean it?”

“Are you always such a mom?”

“My sister would say yes.”

You dress in a spare tee and a pair of sweats with the gaudy Avengers logo on the hip.

There’s only one bed.

You crawl in and lay still on your back.

Natasha props herself up on an elbow and studies you.

“You said you can bleed when you want to, and feel pain under the right circumstances. What does that mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means.”

“Elaborate,” she says.

“Later.”

“Fine.”

She kills the lamp.

It takes her ten minutes to decide to slip a hand over your bicep and squeeze. Another five to tuck her leg up over your hip. When you don’t move she finds your hand and pulls it to her thigh, and, “Just—there,” she mumbles against your ear. You squeeze, she hums.

Eventually, you don’t know how long—you lost track of the minutes as soon as she invited you to touch her—Natasha’s lips find your skin. She leaves soft kisses along your jaw, slow and steady, until she finds your lips and licks into your mouth with a gentle curiosity that distracts you enough not to notice the hand slipping under your shirt until Natasaha’s nails bite into your skin.

For a moment you want to ask what this is, what the time on the jet was. You push the thought away as Natasha swings a leg over your hips, mounts you, and leans over to flick the lamp on.

“I want to try something,” she says, peeling your shirt off, grazing her fingertips over your sternum and down your stomach. Then she pulls a knife on you, a little folding one that snaps open with a satisfying click. The sound itself is enough to light a fire deep in your core.

You don’t nod. You don’t speak. You just smile, dreamy and expectant, because while it isn’t a loaded gun it does still excite you.

Natasha sets the blade at the base of your throat, and, “I want you to bleed,” she says, brows raising. “Can you do that for me?”

You can. Even though you can hear your heart thudding in your ears and you can feel the scorching tingle of arousal as it shoots down your spine, you can do it.

The knife follows the path her fingers took only moments ago: over your chest, between your breasts, along the divot between the muscles of your stomach. In its path little droplets of blood sprout before your eyes, painting you red for the second time that day. Natasha wipes the blade on the sheets and drags her fingers over the thin wound, smearing blood across your skin.

A moment passes in silence, you watching Natasha while she inspects the slice she put into you. In that moment your heart picks up, thundering against your ribcage, and you know she can feel it just as easily as she can see the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Rhetorical—she’s smirking. “No blood this time. I don’t even want to break your skin.”

You have to think about it for a moment, tunnel way back into the corners of your mind to find the switch that kills your pain receptors and fortifies the density of your skin, but you can do it. You’d only practiced finding and hitting that switch under the clinical observation of your parents a thousand times as a child. It used to take you hours—this time it takes only seconds.

When the blade slides over your skin this time, nothing happens. Not even a scratch.

“Like a butter knife against marble,” Natasha mumbles.

You can’t tell if she’s studying you as a whole or just the cut and the would-be one. At least she hasn’t said anything about the fact that you’ve fought by her side time and again and not once has she ever seen you refuse a wound. Surely it means something, to her or whichever psychologist Tony has on retainer this month, that you choose to let yourself get hurt when things come to blows, but you think it’s hardly the time to dwell on that.

The knife clatters onto the bedside table.

“Sorry,” she mutters, pressing her palm against your abdomen, grazing her nails over the firm muscles she finds there. “Although I’m absolutely certain you don’t need an apology. Still—not every day I hurt one of my own on purpose.”

“One of your own, huh?”

She rolls her eyes.

“I wouldn’t be here to keep an eye on you if I didn’t care.”

“You sure it isn’t just so you can get into my pants again?”

“All I have to do is smile at you to accomplish that.”

“Touché.”

Natasha smiles.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to meet her halfway as she ducks down to kiss you. The taste of her tongue is second only to the taste of her cunt, and you consider yourself lucky to know the taste of both.

Doesn’t take much more than a heavy hand of yours slipping down between her legs and cupping her through her little sleep shorts to convince Natasha to let you have her. You get her out of her bottoms and push your fingers through slick lips, pushing her wetness around with your fingertips before sinking into her in one fluid motion.

You almost ask her if it’s good, if it’s enough, but her eyes rolling skyward, her fingertips pressing into your skin, and her back arching as she rolls her hips against your hand tell you all you need to know. She’s warm and wet and tight around your fingers as you stroke her from the inside, practically coaxing her wetness out of her cunt and into the palm of your hand.

“Good?” You ask anyway because even with the pleasure written on her face you still value a verbal confirmation.

“Good,” Natasha says, nodding.

Before you can say anything else she slips an arm around your neck and rolls onto her back, pulling you right down on top of her with your hips nestled between her thighs and your hand trapped between your bodies.

“Better,” she says, smirking up at you. “Fuck me like this—like you mean it.”

“Easy,” you tell her, because it is, because you really do mean it.

You thrust your fingers into Natasha’s warm cunt while she mouths at your throat, sinking her teeth into the soft spot where she finds your pulse, sucking a bruise into your skin that you know will linger for days, and you don’t think you’ve ever been so eager to wear a mark before. And you’re still bleeding, smudges of blood on your chest staining Natasha’s shirt from where she presses up against you, but you don’t care, and you don’t think she does either.

Notching your hips against the back of your hand and using the steady grind to fuck your fingers into her helps, makes it feel a little like what you’d guess a biological male might feel in this situation, holding yourself above Natasha with an arm that’s starting to cramp while you push into her. You’d watch if you could, you reckon the sight of your fingers disappearing into her clenching hole is a mighty fine one, but she’s palming at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and her arms are in the way. You settle for slipping a third finger into her cunt, stretching her open, grunting happily as she keens into your ear and gushes around your fingers.

“I wish I had your stamina,” she mutters through a yawn, pushing her hands through your hair as you crawl down her body, settling on your belly between her legs. “You aren’t going to let me sleep yet, are you?”

You give your answer by burying your face in her cunt, licking through her lips, grazing your teeth over her sensitive clit, and drinking her in. She tastes better than you remember: heady and intense and entirely Natasha. You hum against her, prop one of her legs over your shoulder, and coast your hands along her thighs. She’s warm to the touch and warm against your tongue and if it weren’t nearing five o’clock in the morning you’d spend all the time in the world right here.

But because it is nearing five o’clock you spend maybe ten minutes between Natasha’s legs, licking into her leaking hole until she tenses and trembles and spills onto your tongue. By the time you wipe your mouth on the sheets and crawl up to her side she’s barely awake, but, “Thanks,” she mumbles, draping an arm across your middle and leaving a lingering kiss on your shoulder. “For not shutting me out.”

Natasha falls asleep tucked up against your side and by the time she’s snoring softly against your shoulder you’ve decided that, whatever the circumstances, whatever the mission, having someone tag along to babysit you isn’t the worst thing in the world at all when that person is Natasha.

And, for what it's worth, you're glad you haven't figured out how to push her away.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #black widow x reader smut #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #rating: e #natasha #!fic

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morelikedoccock · 3 years

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If You Play With Fire (or Electricity) pt. 6

Summary: You've been badly burned before, so when you encounter a man who has clearly had some sort of freak accident that left him with burns even worse than yours had been, you feel compelled to offer him help, even at the cost of your safety (and maybe also your heart).

Doc Ock x gender neutral reader

Rating: M

Tags: reader with past, gender neutral reader, Canon-Typical Violence, Burns, Scars, Choking, but not sexually, caring for burns, someone's gotta notice those, First Aid, Medical Procedures, Injury, Blood, Blood and Injury, Caring for cuts, Unconsciousness, Dreams, Feelings, oooh someone’s catching feelings, reader gets injured, Nudity, Angst, Definitely more feelings, Fluff, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Near Death Experiences, Crying, Prophetic Dreams

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Link to Ao3

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9 pt. 10 pt. 11 pt. 12 pt. 13

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Warning for angst!! I promise things will end well, but this one just fell down an angst hole and I couldn’t stop it 😭

Chapter 6.

A beautiful bruise blossoms over the better part of your cheekbone the day after your accident, all blues and purples and greens. It startles you when you first see it the next morning, like an unexpected stop sign appearing around a sharp corner. You look at it in the bathroom mirror for a moment, your mouth pursed with vague distaste, then you continue with your morning routine, determined to remain undaunted by the luridly-colored flag on your cheek.

For some reason, you decide to tempt fate and walk to work instead of taking the bus. The air is crisp and a little chilly. Tiny gusts of wind tug at the hems of your pants. You pull your coat around yourself just a little tighter and wish that you could just go home and climb back into your warm bed. Alas, you can’t afford such a luxury.

The city is as busy as always, with people already thronging in the streets. You join the hustle and bustle, heading for your work building. Just as you’re about to walk inside, something catches your eye, and you pause to stare down at the newspaper dispenser.

Doc Ock in League with Unknown Citizen?!

A chill runs down your spine. You fumble with your wallet for some coins, insert them into the coin slot, then open the container and grab the paper. You begin to read.

Chaos reigned downtown yesterday, as supervillain Doctor Octopus and false ‘hero’ Spider-Man seemed to team up to purposely wreak havoc on the innocent afternoon city-goers. What’s more, an eyewitness who happened to be on the scene at the time reported that after a flying piece of car hit a citizen in the face, Doctor Octopus approached said citizen and spoke to them directly before capturing them and leaving the scene. The same eyewitness reported that the citizen didn’t appear to struggle, though they were said to have had some amount of blood on their face and may have been in shock. Could they actually be working together to cause even more panic? More on page 3.

The article is accompanied by a grainy photograph. You peer at it, feeling your heart thumping in your throat. It looks like a picture of Otto from behind, and over his shoulder you can see half of a very blurry, red-stained face. There’s no way to identify it as you. At least, you hope there’s no way to identify it as you.

You swallow a nervous snort of laughter and fold up the paper, then shove it into your bag. If it’s revealed that you’ve been helping Otto, you’ll be in some very hot water. At the same time, you don’t really care. You can’t just stop seeing him, as you haven’t really had a choice in the matter. He has always found you. After a moment's thought, you realize that you could always try to avoid him, but the thought makes you grimace. You don’t even know if you could do that successfully, and honestly, there’s a part of you that rebels at the idea of not seeing him. A very large part.

Sighing, you walk inside the building and clock in.

You’re preoccupied the whole day. Your attention moves between listening to your coworkers gossip about the newspaper article and thinking about Otto. When it’s finally time to go home, you’re exhausted, physically and emotionally. The mixture of stress and work and poor sleep quality is starting to hit you hard. It’s like running into a brick wall of tiredness.

When you push open your apartment door, you’re about ready to collapse. The door swings shut behind you, and you drop your bag in its usual spot, then you head for your bedroom. Your sole intent is to get out of your work outfit and put on some more comfortable clothes.

You’re halfway through pulling your shirt off when someone clears their throat nearby. The sound makes you jump and turn, then your heart stutters in your chest.

Otto is sitting in the comfortable chair in the corner of your room, half of his face covered in congealed blood. The other half is set in a grim expression, his dark eyes level, measured, and fixed on you.

You’re too tired to play coy.

“Look away or whatever, I’m gonna change and you being here isn’t gonna stop me,” you tell him, trying to calm the rapid thumping of your pulse.

He has the grace to look to the side. Once you’ve changed, you go to your kitchen and fill a bowl with warm water, then grab a few clean rags and some gauze from your first aid kit before returning to the bedroom.

You walk over to him and hand him the bowl.

“Hold that still,” you say shortly, then you wet one of the rags and begin to dab at the blood on his cheek.

Being so near to him does strange things to your breath, to your heart. You try to steady yourself, but you can’t really help it. Just being in his presence already affects you, and when you’re this close—

“I’m only here because you’re convenient, you know,” he says suddenly, his voice as cold as ice.

The words hurt. Of course they hurt, that’s what he meant them to do. You’d gotten on so well with him the last time you’d been together, so this new coldness is unexpected and deeply unwelcome. Your eyes sting for a second, then you sigh, feeling a weight sink into your stomach. You know what he’s trying to do.

“So you read the paper, then,” you reply. He doesn’t say anything, but that’s an answer in itself. Continuing to dab at his face, you let out a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t care, Otto. I like helping you, even if you’re bloody most of the time, and bloody rude on occasion. If I didn’t, I would’ve locked the fucking window by now. Or called the police on you.”

You rinse the rag, and move to a new area of clotted blood, wiping as gently as you can while still cleaning it off. His eyes are still fixed on you.

“You’re welcome to do whatever you want,” you continue, your free hand moving to cup the other side of his face in an almost absent motion. “You can stop coming to me, for all I care.”

You’re lying, and you know it, but can’t bring yourself to tell the truth, that the idea of not being able to see him again makes your heart ache, as if it’s being crushed.

I’m in it too deep now, you think. I’ve already fallen in—

“I don’t mind being convenient,” you say, feeling distant from your mouth. “Those burns you had when I first met you probably would’ve gotten infected if you’d left them alone, and an infection on that scale could’ve killed you. Not to mention that I know personally how much a large burn can hurt.” You pull away to rub the scars between your fingers. “I’d rather be used and know you’re having your wounds treated properly than just—”

And now it’s too much. You bite your lip before you start to cry and finish cleaning off the last patch of blood. Muscling down the lump in your throat, you take the bowl of water from him.

“Sit still,” you manage, then you go and retrieve a fresh gauze pad and some disinfectant. Pouring some of the liquid onto the pad, you begin to dab it onto the cut. Otto doesn’t wince, though you know the mixture stings. His mouth is closed in a tight line, and he’s still watching you, eyes unreadable.

You fix a small piece of gauze over the wound with some medical tape, and step back.

“It doesn’t need stitches, head cuts just bleed a lot. You’ll be fine,” you say, sending him a small, slightly watery, slightly bitter smile. “Now, go away. If you’re only here because I’m convenient, you have no reason to stick around.”

His composure seems to crack under those words. The look in his eyes is raw now, open and vulnerable and you still can’t quite tell what it is. His eyebrows tilt up, wrinkling his forehead as his beautiful lips twist into a frown. You turn, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

“Come back if you get hurt again,” you say softly, your throat tight. “I’ll leave the window unlocked.”

You move to exit the room, but suddenly a metal tentacle arm is blocking your way. Anger and hurt boils up in you and you turn, ready to spit fire at him for making you feel all these things, but the expression on his face stops you. It’s tender, tender and sad, and it’s like a punch in the stomach. He steps forward and grips your chin, and you can’t help but remember the first time he touched you like this, weeks ago now. It had been dark then, but here there is enough yellow light that you can see the warm brown of his eyes, so close to yours. He reaches up, and the tips of his fingers brush against the colorful bruise on your cheekbone, so gently it’s as if it’s just the ghost of his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. The soft, deep sadness in the words hurts you more than any physical wound ever could. You gasp for breath, stunned, and in the time it takes you to realize that the one thing you want more than anything else right now is to pull him close and demand that he get his shit together, he slips through your fingers and vanishes through the window, leaving just the faint scent of leather and smoke and the echo of a tingle against your bruised skin.

#doc ock #x reader #doc ock x reader #angst #blood tw #injury tw #my fic #cerbin writes #if you play with fire (or electricity)

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leafsgarbage · 3 years

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the way we love now pt.3 (end) | m.a.

A/N: Hi guys 😭😭this is going to be the last part of this series, and it’s so difficult to part with it. I have had the first prompt written for maybe a little over two years. I never really had a set ending; to be honest I was just going to end it at part 1. But I’m so glad you all came to love it as much as I did. While writing this I was really torn of whether or not they should stay together. Whatever I feel in the moment I write I will make the ending. Read to find out!

Requests Are Open!!!

Warnings: N/A

Genre: (a/f)

Pairing: Atsumu x reader

Song Rec(s): The Scientist -Corinne Bailey Rae, Before You Go- Lewis Capaldi, and You Were Beautiful- Day 6

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3.1

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You have come to realize that not everything is going to be in your control, but how do you stop feeling helpless when it does?

You feel completely different now compared to a couple a months ago. Whereas before you were completely in love with your soon-to-be husband, thinking about him now... you feel betrayed. The way he loves you is painful. The way he calls you at night to wish you sweet dreams is heartbreaking.

Maybe before, the way you loved him was pure and wholesome. Now, you don’t want to love him the way you do.

All that you’re reminded of is how he left you, how he so easily decided to forget all that you shared together. There are some things that last forever, and you thought- you wanted to believe that was you two. Everyone else seemed to think so.

“I love you.” Tsum never went a day without telling you. Normally this would bring a smile to your face and you’d tell him you loved him too. Now, you nod, or hum if he’s on the phone. You do love him, but its’ different now.

You don’t want to love him anymore.

In your mind, only you know this to be true. However, despite Atsumu’s lack of attention to you over the past couple of months, he still knows you like the back of his hand. He sees how detached you have been -rightfully so- and he’s scared to death. You’re slipping away from him so fast he has no clue how to stop it.

There’s two weeks of the month left and he’s been wasting his time that has an expiration date.

He calls you after practice to see if you want to catch dinner with him. “Y/N? Do ya want to go to the ramen place next to the gym with me? My treat.” Atsumu tries to sound cheerful, but he’s slowly losing it.

On the other hand, you’re just kind of numb, not really feeling any sense of urgency to keep him or let him go. You haven’t made up your mind yet. “I don’t know Atsumu, it’s already nine and I have-”

“The guys are coming too!” He blurts out. He knows how much you adore his teammates and always have a hard time saying no to all of them. “Akashi will be there too.”

Reluctantly, you agree and Atsumu gets excited. He quickly tells the boys to meet him at the restaurant and begs Bo to bring Akashi with him. (They’re always following each other around anyway, but still won’t live together).

You are actually the first one to arrive since Atsumu asked you first, so you’re a bit awkward when you two are alone. “Hi.”

Atsumu tears his gaze away from his phone and looks up at you. You dressed up nicely in such short notice (he knows you were probably in your pajamas already. As always, you get prettier each time he sees you. So beautiful. “Hi! Thank you for coming.” You nod and sit across from him. “How was yer day?”

He sees you’re a little slower than usual in looking at him, taking in your surroundings. You’re usually always so alert, but you’re so dazed. “Um, it was ok. I got out of work early today. Shitty customers. The usual.” He can’t believe you two are having such mindless conversation, this is so boring compared to how the two of you used to be. There’s just nothing here to work off of. How is he going to continue the conversation when- “How was yours?”

If you don’t stop looking at him, he might just cry. Quickly, he picks himself up and beams at you. “Really well, after winning against the Adlers, we’ve kind of been on a roll so coach let us practice our own things.”

“I saw.” You told him. “It was on TV, I’m glad you and Shoyo got the quick down. Sakusa and Shoyo had some really nice digs. Kags and Wakatoshi look in really good shape too. It was a great game no matter who won.”

“Well, ya know Shoyo. He and the freak Kageyama kinda invented it, so it was more me being on time with him.” He chuckled, but still so grateful you took the time to watch on the television.

“You’re a great setter Atsumu.” Cue the heart clench. To Atsumu, this seemed like a step in a great direction, but you were just being honest. Atsumu and Kageyama were both the best setters in the prefecture, you couldn’t take that away from him.

The rest of the boys arrive and you all greet each other. Sakusa takes a seat in the corner and you sit next to him, making sure to give him a little breathing room. Hinata sits next to you and he’s equally, if not more respectful of Kiyoomi’s tendencies than you. So he also scoots a little closer to the end of the booth to make sure everyone has space. Meanwhile, Bokuto squishes up next to Atsumu putting an arm around his neck whilst Akashi silently asks if you’re ok from across the table. You nod and he turns his attention to the menu.

“Y/N, do you wanna share the pork buns?” Sakusa asks you and you hum in response. You were a bit shocked since Omi isn’t really one to share food, but he does on rare occasions. Maybe he’s trying to make sure you don’t feel too bad with Atsumu here.

All of you carry on in your own conversations: you, Kiyoomi, and Shoyo engrossed on volleyball and why Shoyo is convinced he’s saved the team from getting scored on the most. Eventually the other two Jackals jump in and Bo asks you to settle this dispute.

“You’re all wonderful receivers in your own right. I simply cannot choose.” The boys all deflate and you chuckle at their expressions. “But, Shoyo is my favorite receiver, Bo is my favorite ordinary spiker, Omi is my favorite outside hitter, and Atsumu is my favorite setter. Deal?”

They all mumble in agreement then go back to talking about what dessert place they should visit after practice tomorrow. Atsumu is touched you mentioned him as he didn’t think you were going to.

You all leave the restaurant well fed and tired. Atsumu pays for all of them (that’s how he got them to come in the first place) and catches up to you and Kiyoomi exiting the restaurant. “Y/N, I can take ya home if you want.”

It wasn’t even that intense of a question, but it was important for Atsumu to know where he stood with you at this moment. He’s already wasted so much time by being afraid of making you uncomfortable, but he knows you wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want to. Kiyoomi looks at you and you feel a bit stuck since he already offered you a ride. The spiker gives you a knowing look and nods his head towards his teammate. “Sure,” you and Kiyoomi have always had these sort of non-verbal talks with one another. You both understood each other well.

At least you’ll get into a car with him. Atsumu is thankful for this little feat. All of you bid your goodbyes and you get into Atsumu’s car. “Are ya thinking about getting a car, Y/N?”

This is something you’ve been thinking about for a long time, but you just don’t have the means for it right now. “I was thinking of getting a used one, but I just can’t afford it right now since my scholarship money is running out.”

“Man, I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know.” Immediately, he was thinking of getting you a car on his own. His whole team are top players and Tsum has many unique talents that people would pay a lot of money for. Obviously no team is guaranteed a win, but having someone with his talents (all of the boys’ talents) is a big leg up. You know he makes at least 200k from his job alone. That doesn’t include promos, meet and greets, talk show appearances, his merch, the whole lot. Not to mention he owns shares of Kenma’s company because Shoyo asked him to do it, and told him it would be a good investment. It was. You always new how much he made (not an exact number, but roughly what it was), and he knew that you knew. Which is why him more than anyone understood that you were never with him for the money. You were with him before the money, and he knows you’ll leave him even with all that money. You always said that what he earned was his, and you never once touched his things or asked for money. He gladly spent his money on you because he knows you would never ask him to. This just made him love you more. “I can help ya with the car situation.”

There was really no time for him to plead his case on this one. “No, Atsumu, please don’t, I really don’t want you to waste your money.”

He nods, understanding that this is what he imagined would happen, but he had another plan. “I could drive ya to where you need to go and-”

“Our schedules overlap Atsumu, you practice all the time so you can’t.” You made a good point, but he was determined.

“Honestly, I can do it. I’ll just be a little-”

“I said no thank you, Atsumu.” You guys got back to your apartment and you knew you had to apologize. “I’m sorry, you were just trying to help.”

There was never a time before where you’d lose your temper with him, no matter how pushy he was. He’s not upset with you, more with himself and how he let it all come to this. “I’m sorry Y/N. I know you’re strong.”

Your lip is quivering until you just start crying in the passenger seat. Atsumu unbuckles both of you and picks you up from your seat to place you on his lap. He cradles you to him as you sob into him. His heart breaks seeing you like this, but he just tries his best to be there for you and whatever's going through your head.

His eyes are teary, but he doesn’t let you see that and just rocks you in his arms as you breakdown. Despite the circumstances, he’s happy to hold you like he used to, even if it could be for the last time.

After a bit, you pick up your head and rub at your eyes. You brush a hand through Atsumu’s hair as you face him. “I love you Tsum. I love you so much.” Atsumu’s hopes shoot straight up. “But I can’t help this awful feeling that’s in my chest every time I see you.” And immediately its crushed. “I thought I would be able to forget about it and be with you again. It seemed so easy, but I’ve come to realize it’s easy to forgive, and its so hard to forget. Every time I see you I remember what you did and I want to get away from you all over again. I want to be with you more than anything in the world, but I can’t.” You’re crying again when you see the tears pool up in his eyes, but you really just need to close this chapter of your life. “I wish I could forget and be with you Tsum, I wish I could, but I can’t live like that. I just don’t trust you with my heart the way I used to. I think I’ll always love you Tsum, so please don’t think I don’t. Please don’t think this is easy for me. I know I’m hurting you, but I’m hurting myself too. You’re a great person Tsum, the best really, but good people can do bad things, I don’t think you’re a bad person. I never did. I’ve loved you for so long, how could I?” A choked out laugh escapes you and Atsumu cups your face, you see the tears run down his cheeks, but he’s smiling at you.

“I love ya Y/N. All I’ve ever wanted, was for you to be happy, even if that isn’t with me anymore. I know it’s my own fault, but I’ve always loved ya. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love ya, and I don’t think I ever will.” You’ve heard him say this to you before, but you soak it up because it might be the last time you ever hear him say it again. “Don’t be sorry. I was pushin’ my luck with asking you to stick around a bit more. I hope the day will come where we can be friends again. I’m sorry for letting ya go, for not stopping ya and telling ya how important y’are to me.”

Your grip on Atsumu’s shirt is tight, and you bury your head in his chest, both of you trying to remember each other’s scent.

Your time is running out.

“I love you Tsum.”

“I’ll always love you Y/N.” And you go home. Closing those chapters of yours life, beginning anew.

3 years later...

It’s the 2021 Olympics, and you go with Akashi and his kids to watch in the stadium. You hold baby Hiro in your arms while Akashi walks with Tomo holding his hand. You guys got good seats due to your connections with the boys.

They stand on the stage and you see them come up:

The Monster Generation.

What an intimidating lineup. You don’t understand how anyone could possibly want to challenge these literal monsters, but you get it when you see Oikawa walk in with his team. “Akashi, do you see Oikawa-san?”

“Yea, he has been playing in Argentina for a while now, Shoyo bumped into him in Rio some years ago.” Akashi says. Wow, this is going to be an amazing game.

Volleyball has brought a lot of great things to your life. Volleyball brought you a great friendship with Tendou and Toshi, and all the other players at Shiratorizawa. It brought you to Atsumu and years of great memories with all the boys from Inarizaki. You befriended his pro-volleyball friends: Bo, Shoyo, and Omi, and even Kageyama. You got close with Akashi; even if you both went to the same uni, it was really because of Bo that you guys are as close as you are. Bo and Akashi even made you godmother of baby Hiro who you adore.

Volleyball has brought a lot of great things to you your life. You’re working as a sports journalist and get to interview the boys after the game and publish it for thousands to see. You worked hard to be here, and you’re so glad you went through everything you did just to see the view of the summit.

The boys get their win for Japan and the whole stadium is going crazy. You and Akashi scream too, excited and proud of the boys for this. They earned it, but you could not deny Oikawa’s team also put up a great fight. There is not a worthier opponent than Oikawa, Toshi would say (that and that he should have come to Shiratorizawa or whatever).

Both of you run up to the boys and congratulate them on their win. Bo takes Hiro from you and picks up Tomo simultaneously asking if they thought their dad is cool. They say he’s the coolest obviously.

“Omi,” you call out. He sees you and his face lights up, happy to see you as always. “Congrats!” You fist bump him because you know he really doesn’t want a hug, not because of you, but he doesn’t want to get you dirty. Shoyo puts an arm around your shoulders and thanks you for coming.

“Y/n,” you turn to see Atsumu standing behind you with a towel to dry himself off. “I saw you in the stands earlier, did you see me wave?” You did see him wave, and offered him a smile in return.

“You played a great game Tsum, all of you did. I’m so proud of you. So once you’re all cleaned up, please make some time to interview with me, yea?” The boys nod their heads and head off to get changed, but Atsumu stays with you. “How are you feeling?” You ask.

“On top of the world,” he tells you. “Thank you for being here.”

You chuckle at the setter. “I wouldn’t have missed this game for the world.” And you’re telling the truth. “It’s good to see you Tsum, you look great!”

It has been forever since he’s last seen you, but his heart beats all over the place seeing as you’ve only gotten more beautiful as you always do. “I think y’outshine me Y/n. A top journalist? Ya’ve made quite a name for yerself.”

“Thank you Tsum, but I can say the same for you. Tied for setter of the year? You and Kags just don’t know when to quit.” He’s happy to know you’ve kept up with his career.

“It’s not really in our nature.” He grins and you can’t help but laugh at the honesty of his words.

Atsumu sees Wakatoshi walk up to you guys and he’s preparing to get glared at to go change. Instead, he stops right next to you and kisses you on your forehead. “Toshi!” Your smile is so radiant Tsum almost forget what his spiker just did.

“I have to bring Atsumu back.” He says with a straight face. “Let’s go.”

The setter is taken aback, but he can’t help but ask. “How long have ya been together?” He almost wants to take it back, but he’s curious.

Toshi goes ahead and answers. “A year.”

“Ya’ve never mentioned her to me, Ushiwaka-san. Yer holding her captive aren’t ya.” He says poking fun at the big dummy.

“No. Y/n is with me because I love her.” A blush creeps up on your face. His bluntness tends to take you off guard, but you love him nonetheless.

Atsumu just stays quiet upon hearing his confession to him. He still loves you too. “A’right, let’s go Wakatoshi.” Both men walk away from you, and Atsumu hates this feeling in his chest. Like he wants to simultaneously be happy for you and punch Ushiwaka in the face. He knows you wouldn’t like that, (and though he won’t admit it, Wakatoshi is much bigger than he is. Maybe he could get Omi-Omi on him? Nah he likes Waka-san).

He is happy for you, even if you are with the biggest volleyball idiot, he knows he has the biggest heart to make you happy. And that’s all Atsumu’s ever wanted for you

Because he loved you.

A/N: Time to cry. I actually teared up writing this, I’m so sad to see it go, but I’m satisfied with the ending and I hope you all enjoyed this roller coaster with me.

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