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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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bit of an emergency request ig 😅 can you please write kurapika reacting to sh scars and comforting the reader :/ take ur time ofc and only if u want to, love you ducky 💕💕💕

I hope that the two of you can find some comfort in this!

If not, please go ahead and request again!!

I tried to give it a little bit of storyline bc it was not to my liking when I first wrote it.

My dms are always open if you need help ❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of SH, bl00d,

𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎

He promised himself that he was with the Nostrades to get closer to the troupe.

He swore that he was there for his work only.

Until he met you and Melody.

He found a strange sense of comfort in the two of you, knowing that you had both faced issues and loss like he did.

What he didn’t know was just how badly your past had affected you emotionally.

It was a tense night, the three of you in a cozy hotel room. Your mission had been a stressful one, with you and Melody nearly getting taken by the mafia.

You were radio silent, sitting with your hands folded in your lap. You didn’t want to say anything to anger your friends, so you opted not to speak.

Kurapika looked up from his book with a sigh, “I can hear you brooding from over here.”

You blinked and snapped your head toward him quickly. “I’m not brooding. I’m just… thinking.”

“You’re thinking about what I said, aren’t you?” His voice was quiet as he shut the cover softly. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it. I just-“

“We were all stressed.” Melody chimed, tone laced with melancholy, “Don’t worry about it.”

The blonde sighed as he placed his book down on the counter. “Melody… do you think I could inconvenience you for (Y/N) and I to have a moment of solitude?”

The girl smiled, “Not at all. I’ll go see what the lobby has to offer. I’ll try to find that oatmeal you love.”

Kurapika bowed his head with a slight quirk of his lips. When Melody had left the room, he turned his attention to you. “(Y/N)-“

“Kurapika, don’t.” You interrupted, “I promise you I’m not mad. I just-“

“I can tell when something is troubling you. You’re feeling like you don’t compare to the rest of us.” He knelt down before you, taking both of your hands in his own.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I’m feeling.” You murmur, averting your gaze.

“(Y/N)-“

“I told you, Kurapika, everything is fine.” You growled, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You quickly stood to your feet, making an attempt to escape to the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks when a choked whine escaped your lips.

Kurapika had gotten to his feet as fast as you did. He quickly grabbed your arm, in an attempt to get you to stop. “You can’t keep hiding your true emotions from me. How are you expecting us to have full trust in each other if you won’t even-“

His words stopped abruptly as he noticed that his hand was warmly affixed to your sleeve, a sticky, red liquid stained the pajama shirt beneath his palm.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him, trying to avoid a physical reaction to the sudden pain. You opened your mouth in an attempt to clear your name, but you couldn’t find yourself able to do so.

When he finally looked up to meet your eyes, you noticed gentle flashes of scarlet on the perimeter of his irises. You mentally reminded yourself to remind him to take his contacts out.

But, at this moment you had other things to focus on.

“(Y/N).” Kurapika’s tone had drastically darkened. His voice was low and guttural, “Did they do this to you?”

“Wh- no! I-“ you sputtered over your words, unable to formulate a sentence. “No one hurt me! I promise!”

“Then please… enlighten me as to why are you injured. There’s no way that you escaped unscathed if you’re bleeding like this. Please tell me the truth.” Kurapika carefully pinched the sleeve of your shirt with his thumb and forefinger to inspect the affected area.

“Stop! Okay, fine! I lied to you!” You ripped your arm away, carefully cradling it close to your body. “I told you I’m going to shower, I’ll talk to you when I’m out.”

You carefully watched your blonde companion, studying the furrow between his brow. In an instant, he blinked harshly and looked up at you with remorse, as if he had just realized something.

“No… you weren’t lying to me.”

Why was he so mousy? What did he-

“They didn’t do this to you.” Kurapika gently took your hands in his own, carefully rubbing them with his thumbs, “you did, didn’t you…?”

Your breath caught in your lungs at the pitiful sound of his disbelief. Hanging your head in shame, you mumbled out a tiny “yes”

The chain user quickly threw his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and defeated as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I knew that something was off. I-I wish I hadn’t been so cross with you. I regret every nasty word that I’ve said. I’m so sorry.”

You could only sit on your bed wordlessly, finally releasing all of your pent up lamentations.

“Please tell me what I can do. There has to be something that I can do.” He murmured. “I can’t believe I let you suffer alone like this… I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

You could sense the guilt eating away at Kurapika’s stoic facade. Expressing your forgiveness, you carefully hugged him back, burying your face into his shoulder.

The blonde carefully laid the two of you down on the bed, holding you close to his heart.

“It’s going to be alright. I don’t want to try and guess why you felt you had to resort to this, but I want you to know that you’re a great asset to the team. I know that earlier was very stressful, and that I said some things that I shouldn’t have…”

“I was quite honestly terrified at the thought of losing you. I know that you’re a mature person, and a damn good fighter, so you can hold your own. But something within me had me worried that I would never see you again.” The chain user admitted as he slowly ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t catch this before. You must have been struggling with this for ages. I promise I’m not upset with you, I’m just so worried that I could lose you if you go too far. Do you think that there’s any way that I could help you overcome this step of your journey?”

With teary eyes, you nodded, cuddling closer to him.

“Then let it be done. I, Kurapika, sole survivor of the Kurta clan, swear on my honor that I will do anything it takes to keep you safe and alive. I swear to protect you from enemies that effect you physically and mentally. I swear to be your friend, a shoulder to cry on, and someone trustworthy.”

“I solemnly swear that I will help you to overcome.”

The blonde was silent after his proposal, giving you time to reflect upon his words. It was only after a short moment that he spoke once more. “Why don’t we get these taken care of? I’d like to know the best way to tend to them, just in case if they take a special form of care that is different from healing our fighting wounds.”

You nodded and made your way to your feet, offering him a hand. The two of you entered the bathroom, with you sitting on the toilet seat lid.

For the next fifteen minutes, you explained the process for tending to the cuts, Kurapika intaking every word carefully and following the directions to a T.

When the task was complete, you turned on the tv and settled on your bed, Kurapika right next to you. “You’ll get through this. You’re strong and passionate, and I know that this will not be your final stand.” He interwound your hands, gently rubbing the base of your thumb with his…

When Melody returned from the market, she was taken aback. Ready to tell her companion about the surplus of oatmeal she had found, she instead placed her things on the counter with a smile, quickly taking out her phone and snapping a photo.

But what had she seen?

You had fallen asleep together, hands interwound, with your head resting in the crevice of his shoulder.

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Heloise's 3.5k Followers Sleepover [Closed!] and Writing Challenge [Closed!]

Hello my lovelies <3

On Wednesday we reached another milestone once again! I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that so many of you have been enjoying my writing. All the support I’ve gotten from my followers has been beyond my expectations and I’m just so very grateful. I never imagined getting 50 let alone 3500 followers. Mind blowing really! I wanted to do something fun for such a huge milestone and as it’s a writing blog, I thought, let’s write. I want the writers to enjoy writing and the readers to enjoy reading. However, on the other hand, I didn’t want to leave out my non-writer followers so a sleepover should be in place as well.

Therefore, welcome to⁠—

Heloise’s 3.5k followers Sleepover and Writing Challenge

Part 1. Sleepover [Closed!] (Please click on the link above!)

Part 2. Writing Challenge [Closed!] (See below the Keep Reading option!)

Let's have fun and send your Ask! ^^

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Heloise’s 3.5k Followers Writing Challenge Masterlist

Part 2. Writing Challenge!

Disclaimer! I do not own any of the prompts listed below, they all belong to @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose and each prompt list I have used for creating this event are listed at the bottom of the post. [Numbers] next to prompts refer to the prompt lists you can find them at.

Rules!

➵ You don’t have to follow me to participate, although it would be much appreciated. ➵ Chose as many prompts as you’d like. No limits. ➵ Write for any universe and any pairings, I basically read everything. ➵ No incest, racial, religious, or sexual hate openly, not related to the story line, but to hurt others. If you have any of the above in your fic, I will not reblog it. ➵ Fluff, angst, smut, anything goes, just please use appropriate Warnings! ➵ Use the Keep reading option above 500 words. Tutorial from phone is Here! ➵ No deadline for submission, but deadline for entry closes on 27 September 2021. Clarification: You can submit your fics even next year if you wish. End date is only for entering the event. I will not be able to accept entries after 27 September 2021. ➵ If you would like to participate, just send me an Ask with the prompt(s) and character and Reblog this post. ➵ Please use the tag #heloises3.5kcelebration and tag my name @heloisedaphnebrightmore when you post your fic. If it's not reblogged in 48 hours, please send me an Ask or DM. My tags seem to be funny at times. ➵ And most importantly, Have fun! :)

I decided to use both Scenario prompts and Dialogue prompts to take on a different approach compared to my last writing challenge.

Scenario prompts

Enemies to lovers / Tension prompts

1. “I’ll kiss you right now to prove that I don’t feel anything for you.” “Okay.” The two characters kiss, and whoops they felt something, followed by lingering, as they’re catching their breath, trying to make sense of what just happened, and the feelings rushing through them, and then there’s this urge to dive back in for another kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

2. Your enemy has never let anyone touch their scar, until you come along. [7]

@natashxromanovf (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

3. Character A and B kiss each other to prove there's nothing going on between them, but they get so caught up in each other, they prove the exact opposite. [2]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

4. For one night, Character A and B give into temptation and sleep with each other, hoping it will solve the tension building between them. It does the opposite. [2]

5. Character A and B avoid each other after sharing an intimate moment, be it a kiss, a hug, holding hands, or just looking at each other's lips longer than appropriate. [1]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

6. You're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying “I don't know where else to go.” Your enemy doesn't say anything, instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on. [1]

@goddessofdawns (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

7. The best friends to lovers “Let’s just kiss to see what it’s like.” They kiss, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, forehead against forehead, lingering… and then they go in for the second kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

8. You threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them. [1]

9. Pinning your enemy against the wall. Or straddling your enemy’s hips whilst they pin your arms above your head. [1]

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

10. You end up on your enemy's lap, and you yank the belt from their pants “Let's just get this over with.” [1]

11. You're about to leave the room, but your enemy slams the door shut, and with one hand on either side of your head, barricade you against the wall... (cue the reckless make-out session). [2]

@band--psycho (x) James Potter x Reader

12. You’re sharing a bed with your enemy and being told “Stay on your side or I'll set this whole bed on fire”. Only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you. [2]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

13. Your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something that cheeky bastard takes notice of. [1]

14. You've been wounded, your face is all bruised up. Your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking “Who did this to you?”. When you don't answer, they ask you again “Who did this to you?”. [1]

@band--psycho (x) Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

@grimdevil (x) Regulus Black x Reader

15. You've just been hurt, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking out, dropping the “I love you. I can't lose you” card, begging you not to close your eyes. [2]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

16. Two characters look at each other, a tense silence between them and then bang, lips crash into each other as they can’t resist anymore and then one of them pins the other against the wall. [6]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

17. You had a really good time on the date tonight, and your date is asking for a good night kiss. It was only meant to be on the cheek, but then you pull back, our eyes meet, and there's a gravitational pull pulling you closer again. [6]

18. You’ve never been kissed before so your friend volunteers, but you decline because you’ve been best friends and it would be weird. But a couple hours later you lay awake in bed and can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss them and suddenly you regret what you said. [6]

@queen-of-brokenhearts (x) Hermione Granger x Female!Reader

Intimate / Domestic prompts

19. You are wearing your lover’s clothes when they say, “Can I get my shirt/hoodie back?” and you say “No.” or “Come and get it.”. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

20. You're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. You begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise. [3]

@band--psycho (x) Fred Weasley x Reader

21. You’re supposed to be mad at your lover but they’re holding your face and smiling, and you just can't resist it when they're pouting like that. [6]

22. You and your lover sitting next to each other at a table, and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth. [3]

23. Looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you. [3]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

24. You think mistletoe kisses are lame, but your love interest brings you under one, regardless of the season and suddenly you're all for it. [6]

25. You and your lover are in bed, when you say, “It’s time to get up.” and your lover pulls you back down, wraps their hands around your body, snuggles up close, preventing you from getting out of bed. [4]

26. Your lover is resting their head on your lap, falling asleep whilst you are playing with their hair. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

@band--psycho (x) Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

27. Having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down. [3]

28. You're sick, and you can't kiss your lover, and it's an absolute torture. [6]

@msmarvelouswinchester (x) Jensen Ackles or Dean Winchester x Reader

29. Being asked “Are you sure?” (There's nothing sexier than consent) [3]

30. When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss. [4]

@acourtofbooksandfantasy (x) Azriel (ACOTAR) x Reader

Dialogue prompts

Flirty / Sarcastic prompts

1. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like the sound of your voice, because you don’t seem to ever shut up.” [9]

2. “Is that a challenge?” [9]

3. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” [15]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

4. “When have I ever put you in danger? Actually, don't answer that.” [11]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

5. “I dare you.” [9]

6. “If you don’t shut up, I might as well kiss you to put that mouth to good use.” [9]

7. Character A: “Do yourself a favour, get laid.” Character B: “Why, are you offering?” [9]

@grimdevil (x) Draco Malfoy x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

8. Character A: “What if bite you?” Character B: “I’m into that.” [10]

9. Character A is returning a priced procession to Character B and says, “I want something in return.” Character B “What?” Character A “You.” [2]

10. Character A: “What changed your mind? “ Character B: “You.” [7]

11. Character A: “What do you want?” Character B: “You.” [9]

12. Character A: “Just admit it.” Character B: “Admit what?” Character A: “I’m the best you’ve ever had.” [13]

13. Character A: “You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you?” Character B: “And yet for some reason your mouth just keeps on going.” [8]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

14. Character A: “I shouldn't have kissed you” “ Character B: You're right. But I should've.” [7]

15. Character A: “Do you flirt with everyone?” Character B: “Unfortunately, you’re the only one who caught my attention.” Character A: “Unfortunately?” [8]

@sexysirius (x) Sirius Black x Reader

16. Character B: “I like to keep my options open.” [8]

17. “I hate you. Oh, I hate you so much right now.” [11]

18. “Jesus Christ, you're annoying.” [11]

First kiss / Confession prompts

19. Character A: “Come over here.” Character B: “Why?” Character A: “You said you’ve never been kissed before. I’m planning on changing that.” [10]

20. Character A: “Just… don’t make this weird, all right?” Character B: “Meaning what?” Character A: “Meaning, don’t treat me like I haven’t been kissed before.” Character B: “But you… haven’t been kissed before.” Character A: “Look, I just want this over and done with, okay. I don’t want to be treated like a delicate flower. Kiss me like you mean it.” [10]

@band--psycho (x) Damon Salvatore x Reader

21. Character A: “I love you.” Character B: “I know.” Character A: “You knew?” Character B: “You haven’t exactly been discreet.” [15]

@band--psycho (x) Natasha Romanoff x Reader

22. “Listen, I know you’re busy, but… it’s important.” [15]

23. “I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I just need you to know that I do.” [15]

24. Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” Character B: “What?” Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” [14]

25. “Is that truly, all it is? Just, two friends, hanging out?” [14]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

26. “I need to ask you something and I don’t want you to brush off the subject or turn it into a joke… I need you to be honest with me.” [14]

@grimdevil (x) Young!Sirius Black

27. “Are you… are you in love with me?” [14]

28. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” [14]

29. “All this time I thought you didn’t want me.” [14]

30. “If there’s something you want to tell me, now’s the time.” [14]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

31. “There’s nothing going on between me and Character C. because the person I want to be with is standing right in front of me.” [14]

32. Character A: “I want this to work. I really do.” Character B: “Then we’re on the same page.” [16]

33. “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible to miss someone this much.” [16]

34. “I know we're not together, but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later.” [6]

Reassurance / Sweet prompts

35. “You could stay here, tonight. For as long as you'd like.” [7]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

36. “Could you ever love someone like me?” [7]

37. Character A: “I've never been in love before.” Character B: “Then let me show you.” [7]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

38. “I can’t get up. You’re gonna have to carry me.” [11]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

39. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” [12]

@deanwanddamons (x) Jensen Ackles x Reader

40. “I feel safe with you. I always have.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

41. “I need you to know that you can always come to me.” [12]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

42. Character A: “You’ll wait for me?” Character B: “For as long as I need to.” [12]

43. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you ever doubt that.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) George Weasley x Reader

44. “Don’t hide from me. you’re even more beautiful in the morning.” [13]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

45. “I’m going to kiss you until you’re sick of it.” [13]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

46. “Just hold me. I’m not ready to wake up.” [13]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid of sending me a message. My inbox is always open for everyone :)

Prompt lists used from @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Secrets and confessions (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: swearing

Request/summary: The reader (gryffindor) has a crush on Hermione J. Granger but she thinks hermione likes Ron so she doesn't act on her feelings, and she's close friends with the trio. However, the reader gets detention when she gets in a fight with Draco and his goons and Umbridge uses the same punishment as Harry's but also does something else since the reader doesn't apologize? Hermione takes care of the reader and somehow they confess? Fluff and Angst mix?

You found yourself doing the same thing every morning you sit across from Hermione at breakfast and watch her study. You have fancied her since you met, you came out in third year and secretly hoped she would confess she fancies you too but it didn’t happen. The thing that annoys you the most is when her and Ron sit together, it makes you furious watching Ron flirt with Hermione subtly.

What makes things worse is that Hermione is totally into Ron. And in the end you know it’s going to be Ron and Hermione while you watch completely alone. You did try dating for a while and you still are trying but it’s not the same. You tried girls that look like her, girls who have a similar personality and girls who are completely different to her and nothing worked. You just got out of a relationship with Luna Lovegood, she was sweet and so amazing but she knew that you fancied Hermione and advised you to tell her.

You sit with Hermione near the back of the classroom near the Slytherin’s. You feel something hot thr back of your head and land next to Hermione. Hermione picks up the scrunched up parchment and reads it, her face drops. I grab the note and read it “Heard you broke up with Loony Lovegood, is the mudblood next? You could do a lot better -DM” you turn around and flip him off.

After class you walk away “I’m sorry you read that, Hermione. They shouldn’t be calling you that, they’re trying to hurt me, not you if it makes you feel any better.” “Y/l/n” You hear Malfoy yell and you turn around “Go away Malfoy.” “You know, people like us shouldn’t be hanging out with mudbloods and blood traitors” “We aren’t the same Malfoy, you’re a prat, my family accepts everyone unlike yours.” His friends laugh as you walk away. You always feel protective over Hermione even though she can defend herself, you come from a line of purebloods but your parents are okay with you being friends with anyone.

“Run away with your disgusting mudblood girlfriend, just know you are a blood traitor too.” You turn around and punch him in the face. His friends back away “Y/n!” Hermione grabs my hand “Umbridge is coming” “Detention Miss Y/l/n” Umbridge says “He was harassing us and calling Hermione the m word.” “That’s no reason for violence, my office right after dinner” you walk away and roll your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” “He shouldn’t have harassed us and called you something you’re not” “Well now you’ve gotten yourself in trouble” she snaps “Are you mad at me for defending you?” “Yes! I didn’t ask to be defended Y/n.” She storms off and your stomach sinks. You didn’t mean to make her upset, sometimes you care too much about her when you shouldn’t.

Hermione doesn’t talk to you at dinner and you feel awful. Right after dinner you say bye to Harry and Ron and go to detention. You sit down and write lines “I will behave” over and over. It burnt your skin and your tears fell on it burning even more. “Now are you ready to apologise” she says with a smile “No, I’m not apologising for standing up for myself and Hermione” “I’ll give you one last chance” “No.” “You brought this upon yourself.”

She opens a drawer and takes out a metal ruler. “Put your hand on the desk” you slowly do as she says. “How many lines did you write?” “I don’t know, maybe thirty.” “Fifteen will do” she slaps the ruler on your hand continuously, the metal cools your hand for a split second before it stings. By the end there is a red mark over the writing scarred into your hand.

She opens the door for you to walk out. You cry all the way to your dorm. Hermione sees you crying as you walk past the common room to get to your dorm. She gets up and follows you to your dorm. You sit on your bed and cry. “Y/n I’m sorry, you did something courageous and had to suffer, please let me help you.” You feel the bed dip where she sits beside you and puts her arms around you.

“It’s okay Hermione” you calm down, trying to stop the tears. “Y/n, may I see your hand? I could try to comfort you to make the pain go away.” You show her your hand and she gasps “What happened?” “Well I wrote the lines like Harry did then I didn’t apologise so she slapped it with a metal ruler.” “We have to tell someone, she’s abusing you” “Please Hermione, I would rather not” she does as you say.

She brings your hand up to her lips and places a light kiss over the scarring. Her touch calms you down, “Lets get you into something comfy.” She gets you some pyjamas and lets you put them on. She closes her eyes as you get dressed. You lay on your bed and she joins you, she brings your head to lay on her chest. You hear the sound of her heart beating and her chest moving up and down as she breathes.

She blows on your hand trying to soothe the pain “I could go and get some ice from the kitchens” she suggests “No, I want you to stay with me.” You felt so comfortable cuddled up to her, it was just unfortunate that it wasn’t in the way you’d hoped.

“Thank you for going through all this Y/n, I don’t think I know anyone else who would stand up for me like you did and then forgive me for being annoyed at that.” “Ron would” “No way, Ron and I are good friends but he would not punch Malfoy for calling me a mudblood.” “I think you’d be surprised what someone would do for love” “Ron isn’t in love with me” “Well he fancies you, a lot” Hermione chuckles “I don’t think so.”

“Hermione you’re the smartest person I know surely you know when someone is flirting with you” “I usually do but Ron’s just my friend.” “You’re doubting yourself so you don’t get rejected, I do it all the time” “Wait- do you think I fancy Ron?” “You do, I know you do.” “No I don’t! I’m not into him in that way” “You seem to laugh at his unfunny jokes, play with your hair smile a lot at him.”

Hermione starts to fidget, she plays with your fingers. “That’s not how I flirt, I’m very awkward when I flirt because I don’t like to fail at things” “Then why haven’t you had a boyfriend all these years. I’m not saying you have to I’m just saying a lot of guys fancy you” “It’s because I’m conflicted. One girl I have fancied for a very long time but she hasn’t said anything and it makes me scared to date someone just in case she changes her mind about me and I’m already with someone else.”

“She?” “Yeah I fancy this girl, it’s quite embarrassing. She’s been out for ages and I thought she fancied me but never said anything and I got really embarrassed.” “Hermione, who is it?” Hermione goes red playing with your fingers again. “When you started going on lots of dates and you dated Luna for a while that’s when I realised that in fact you don’t fancy me and I was dumb all this time.” “I didn’t know, you weren’t obvious about it” “I know, I’m sorry, now you know” you move your lips up to hers, you run your fingers through her hair and place the other on her cheek.

“Hermione I wish you would have told me sooner, I do fancy you, a lot.” Hermione kisses you again “Is this really happening? I can’t believe you fancy me” you smile “Yes it’s really happening” you laugh. “Y/n, will you help me come out to everyone?” “Yes of course” “But first, do you want to be my girlfriend?” You chuckle at her excitement “Yes, I would love that.”

Hermione seemed happier than you did, you were in shock, all these years she really did fancy you.

#hermione granger x fem!reader #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger x you #hermione imagine #wlw

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binniebutter · 4 years

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Date My Ex || Park Seonghwa

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 848

Genre: Fluff, kinda angst

Summary: You tell your boyfriend that you would go back to your ex and he gets upset.

(a/n: Seonghwa it is illegal to look that good😤 also this is not proofread at all enjoy)

“Baby!” You had been scrolling through tiktok for hours now trying to thwart your boredom. Which, in hindsight, was a bad idea as you scrolled upon the prank that you’re about to play on your boyfriend.

“Yea???” he yelled from the kitchen that he was busy cleaning. Again, that should’ve been another warning sign to not do this prank. Because everybody knows: DON’T interrupt Seonghwa’s cleaning time. This thought did enter your head for all of one second before you reassured yourself that “you are his girlfriend, he can’t get mad at you.”

“Come here for a sec please!” There was a mischievous lilt to your voice and Seonghwa immediately noticed. He brushed it off though, thinking that he misheard since WooSan attacked his eardrums yesterday. He can still hear Wooyoung’s high-pitched dolphin laugh ringing in his ears. He shudders at the thought while making his way towards the bedroom of your shared apartment.

He poked his head into the room and his eyes immediately found you burrowed in the blankets and one of his hoodies. He let a chuckle slip out upon seeing you drowning in his clothes. You, not having noticed he came into the room, looked up when you heard his angelic voice. A big grin spread on your face. Seonghwa, unsuspectingly thought you were just happy to see him but in reality, you were excited to try the trend.

“Hwa! Come here!” You motioned him over dramatically. “I want cuddles,” you said while giving him your best pouting face.

“No uwu.”

“Sorry jagiya, but I have to finish cleaning the kitchen. I’ll come back soon-” He didn’t get to finish as you had pulled him onto the king-sized bed by his sleeves. You pulled him into your chest and rested your chin on his head. He struggled to get out of your grip but you just squeezed him tighter. After about a minute of him struggling against you he gave up, his body relaxing into yours. He smelled like febreeze and fabric softener (shoutout to Cam and Kai). You could smell your peach shampoo in his fluffy hair (he always insisted on using yours because “mine doesn’t clean as well”, but you know it’s because of the scent).

The both of you laid in silence for a couple of minutes, relishing this rare moment. Until...

“Hey Mars,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes at the nickname but hummed as an indication that he heard you and was listening. “If we ever broke up, I would go back to my ex.”

When you didn’t hear a response you believed that he had fallen asleep, but when you looked down at him, there were his eyes looking right back at you. He disentangled himself from your arms and pushed himself up into a sitting position. There was an emotion in his eyes that you had never witnessed before, at least not directly: anger. Seonghwa never got angry, not at you. The two of you rarely fought and when there was an argument he would control himself and talk things out with you.

“What!?!? You’d go back to your ex? What am I then, huh, chopped liver? If you’re thinking about it right now then why don’t you go be with him. Did you ever even love me?” He just kept on spitting question after question, never allowing you to say a word.

Damn. I didn’t think he would be this mad. And you really didn’t, because the truth is-

“Wait. You don’t even have an ex, what the hell are you talking about?”

that. Seonghwa is the only boyfriend you’ve ever had and hopefully it stays that way which is why you didn’t expect him to get so angry. You looked at him and saw that he was sporting a confused expression.

“Babe. Think about it again. If we ever broke up, I would go back to my ex,” you spoke as one would if they were talking to a child. He rolled his eyes, obviously irritated.

“You don’t have to repeat it Y/n. I heard you clearly the first-,” he paused. You could practically see the gears turning in his head and almost peed yourself at the look of realization on his face. Finally.

“Ohhhh, you would go back to your ex. I’m your ex. I’m your ex! I’M YOUR EX!!!!” He pulled you up by your hands and started jumping on the bed with you. You looked like two kids that were just told they were going to Disney world. If anyone else was in the room they would’ve thought you were crazy. Actually that’s exactly what happened.

“What are you guys doing?” You were both startled. Seonghwa more so than you. He fell off the bed from shock.

“N-nothing. What are you doing here Yunho?” Yunho looked at you both with a skeptical look on his face. He wanted to know but at the same time didn’t. He opted for not knowing.

“I just came to ask Y/n for a pair of stockings.”

There was silence for a few seconds and then...

“AGAIN!?!?”

This is part of my Ateez Tiktok Series

Tags: @luthenia @shyshybabyy (send a dm or ask to be added to the taglist)

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favefandomimagines · 4 years

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Soul Surfer 6

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES chapter 6 came early!!! we get some cute Kie/Sarah/Violet action in this as well as some John B/Violet! we stan healthy platonic relationships!!

ALSO: i can’t tag anymore people 😭 i’ve reached the 50 tags limit! if anyone has any suggestions to tag more people, dm me!!

It had been around five days since Violet had spoken to JJ. Kiara made sure that the girl still knew that her, John B and Pope still wanted her around. They weren’t about to give up two friends because JJ was being an idiot.

Kiara knew that Violet was worried that they’d stop hanging out with her because JJ was their best friend. But to Kiara, Violet was also her best friend. In such a short amount of time too.

Violet had been throwing herself into work, all of the orders keeping her mind busy from wandering to JJ. Which it often did most nights and then she resorted to watching true crime shows on Netflix as a distraction.

JJ wasn’t doing any better. He kept trying to get her to talk to him so he could apologize but it was no use. Violet wouldn’t budge. He hated not being able to see her and to talk to her. He had to go back to sleeping at John B’s whenever he was afraid to go home. Of course he was grateful he had a place to go, but he wanted it to be Violet.

Violet hadn’t seen Pope and John B since the night at the Boneyard. She didn’t want them picking sides between her and JJ. It would have made her feel more guilty than she already did.

Kiara and Sarah, however, made sure they stuck by her like glue. Violet couldn’t seem to shake them but she didn’t mind at all.

Violet, Sarah and Kiara were presently at The Wreck having a well needed girls day.

“Okay, okay, Vi. If you had to choose: Harry Styles or Tom Holland?” Sarah asked. “That’s not fair! It’s like asking me to pick a favorite child!” Violet replied. Kiara and Sarah laughed at the girl’s response as she pondered the thought.

“Okay, fine. Harry Styles. Any day of the week.” Violet answered. The three girls sat at their table, falling into mindless conversation about boys and clothes, just happy they were able to spend time together, when the bell on top of the door rang.

Their attention was grabbed by the sound. Violet’s heartbeat sped up rapidly when her eyes landed on the blonde boy.

“Vi, I didn’t know he’d be here.” Kiara said quietly. “It’s fine.” Violet said, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

“Hey guys! You didn’t tell us you were hanging out today.” John B greeted the three. “Last time I checked this is girls day. Which you are not.” Kiara sassed back.

Violet refused to look up at her friend as they conversed with each other. She could feel JJ’s eyes on her and it made her skin feel on fire.

It was starting to slowly overwhelm her and she heard JJ utter a few words, she quickly got up from her chair and exited the establishment. Sarah and Kiara looked at each other before JJ followed after her.

“Violet!” He called. Violet didn’t stop walking, not wanting to face him. “Please talk to me.” JJ begged, grabbing her arm gently. “I told you to leave me alone.” Violet said, ripping her arm from his grasp.

She still refused to look at him, knowing that if she did, she’d actually end up listening to his potential apology.

“God, can you at least look at me?” He asked. Violet paused a moment before she finally looked up at him.

Only then did he see how upset she really was. At the Boneyard, the darkness hid her face and he silently wished for that again.

“What do you wanna say, JJ? You’re sorry? Sorry for what you said? You wish you could take it all back? Well you can’t! I trusted you. I didn’t tell anyone about my mom and you decided to use that against me.” Violet snapped. “Violet, I,” JJ started before the brunette scoffed and turned away.

JJ was persistent, however, going after Violet once more in another desperate attempt to get her to listen to him.

“I screwed up! I know that! I was mad at Rafe for what he said and instead of finishing to take it out on him, I took it out on you and I’m sorry!” JJ said.

Violet rolled her eyes and kept ignoring him by the time they approached her house.

“Please, JJ, just stop.” She pleaded quietly. JJ could see the hurt in her eyes. How her once bright, cerulean blue eyes were now a darker shade. He would describe it as how the ocean looked during a storm. And he wanted nothing more than to stop her pain.

Before either of them could continue with the painful conversation, the sound of raised voices alerted them both.

“Vivienne, you need to leave now.” Rob’s voice said. JJ watched as Violet’s eyes widened and the color seemingly drained from her face. “She’s my daughter too, Rob.” A woman said.

The two ‘adults’ walked on to the porch and their conversation ceased when they saw Violet and JJ.

“Violet, honey,” Vivienne started. “No. No, this is not happening.” She muttered. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Violet sneered. “Language, young lady.” Her mother scolded her. “You lost the right to tell me what to do when you gave up your parental rights!” Violet yelled.

“Vi, it’s okay.” Her older brother, Nick, said. Violet looked at her brother in disbelief at the fact that he was defending their mother.

Nick was three years older than Violet, the two being inseparable since Violet was born. That was until their mother took him and left. When Nick was old enough, he reached back out to Violet and their father trying to rebuild that bond they once shared. It worked for the most part though Violet never told Nick where they moved to.

“Both of you shut up.” Violet snapped. She turned around quickly when she realized JJ was still standing close to her. “You were right. Guess I am a sad little rich girl with mommy issues.” She muttered to him before she took off running.

“Violet!” Rob yelled. “Vi!” JJ added. The two males looked at each other momentarily before their gaze returned to Violet’s fleeting figure.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Vivienne. You knew what this would do to her.” Rob told his ex wife. “She’s still my child. I have a right.” Vivienne said. “You lost your right when you left! You signed away your parental rights to Violet the second you signed the divorce papers.” Rob yelled.

The room fell in a silence, though that didn’t stop the two teenage boys from eavesdropping on the porch.

“It’s been 10 years. 10 years and I’ve taken care of Violet just fine. We have been just fine.” Rob added.

Back on the porch, JJ and Nick sat on sides from each other. “So, you Violet’s boyfriend?” Nick asked, breaking the silence. “God, I wish.” JJ muttered before quickly correcting himself.

“Uh, no. We’re just friends. Or at least we were before I messed it up.” He added. Nick was quiet for a moment as he moved to lean on the porch railing.

“Take it from me, losing Violet sucks. But, if you beg and plead enough, she’ll let you back in.” He said. “Did you tell your mom Violet and Rob were here?” JJ asked. “God, no. Violet didn’t even tell me. Just because I’m back in her good graces doesn’t mean she tells me everything.” the older boy answered.

JJ thought for a moment until he realized he might know where Violet went.

On one of the many adventures JJ and Violet had together, JJ took her to a secret clearing he once discovered when he was running from his dad.

“Where are you taking me?” Violet asked with a laugh. “You ask too many questions.” JJ answered. “I’ve seen Criminal Minds, is this where you kill me?” She questioned. “No, pretty girl. I couldn’t survive without seeing that face every day.” JJ replied flirtatiously.

Violet rolled her eyes until they came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a small waterfall that went into a small pond below. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” She commented.

“That’s not the only thing.” JJ said, hoping Violet wouldn’t hear him but she did. “I know how you’ve been missing home so I thought this would help.” The blonde said.

Violet looked up at JJ before she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” Violet whispered.

JJ knew Violet wouldn’t want him to be the one to find her, so he sent a text to the rest of the Pogues.

Kie had to work, as did Pope, and Sarah was dealing with her own messed up familial issues. John B was the only one able to go find Violet. JJ trusted him to talk her off whatever edge she found herself on.

The boy wandered through the woods, following JJ’s instructions, though the teenager wasn’t so good at giving directions. He swatted at the numerous bugs getting in his face when he found the clearing.

He saw Violet sitting on a rock, her feet dangling in the water. “Fancy seeing you here.” John B announced.

Violet turned around and saw her distant friend standing a few feet away. “How’d you find me?” She asked. “JJ. He figured you wouldn’t want to see him but he wanted to make sure you were okay.” John B explained, walking towards her.

He sat down on the rock next to her as the two looked at the waterfall for a moment.

“Did he tell you what happened?” Violet asked. “No. He told me some family stuff was going on and wanted someone to check on you. Said it was your story to tell.” He answered.

Violet sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “He’s really trying, isn't he?” She asked him. “He really likes you, Vi. He’s never fallen this hard before and I don’t think he knows how to handle it. But yeah, he really is trying.” John Be said.

After an hour, John B drove Violet back home. By that point, the sun had set and it was already dark.

Violet sat in the van, staring at her house for a moment. Scared of what she was going to walk into. “It’s now or never.” John B told her. “And I’ll tell JJ you’re okay.” He added.

The girl groaned before getting out of the van. She gave John B a small wave as she slowly walked up the stairs.

“You’re back.” A voice said. Violet jumped and turned in that direction to see her brother sitting on the porch swing. Violet sighed and took a seat next to him.

“That guy was here for a while. At least two hours. We heard mom and dad fighting about you.” Nick said. “He really cares about you.” He added.

“So I’ve been told.” She muttered. “You sticking around?” She asked. “That’s why I’m here. I’m getting emancipated and I needed dad to sign off on the papers and mom followed me here. When I caught on she said it had something to do with getting us back or whatever. She’s crazy.” Nick explained.

“Tell me something I don’t know. So can I count on you to help me get rid of her?” Violet asked. “What are brothers for?” NIck replied.

Violet rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, her brain working a mile a minute.

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crispyimagines17 · 5 years

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“GOSSIP GIRL: Summertime Madness“ (Chapter 2).

Summary: Gossip Girl, your one and only social media source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s Elite. Things begin to stagger at the Upper East Side with the return of Alana Howarth and the unexpected arrival of Timothée Chalamet, a European handsome boy and rising ruler who has come for Alana; ignoring that NYC already has an heir and prince in its realm, Tom Holland. Secrets, romance, drama and lots of champagne are our daily bread. You know you love me, XOXO.

Originally based on: R’s & CrispyImagines writers’ idea.

Written by: @crispyimagines17

CAST:

Tom Holland

Timothée Chalamet

Noah Centineo as Noah Humphrey

Kiernan Shipka as Kiernan Archibald

Disclaimer: This fiction is set on our days (2019). Gossip Girl is now all over social media, Twitter and Instagram being the best sites to find hot tea. Also, for those who may ask what happens with Serena, Blair, Chuck, Dan, Nate and the original cast, they’re now grownups who set the reign and have left it for new generations.

Author’s Note: Just enjoy it while it lasts, guys. Thank you to all those supportive souls who sent their good vibes via ask or DM <3 especially to Napofthesoul, your words really meant a lot, sweetie.

Previous Chapters: 1: “New York, New York”

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Morning, Upper East Siders. Time to wake up from bad dreams and face a new day. Though, if you’re a queen just arriving at your realm after time abroad and with two royals fighting for you, looks like things could get uglier in the morning.

Her eyelids hesitated to open at the touch of sunrays coming from a window. Her body was paying off yesterday’s red wine glasses. But she didn’t regret it after thinking about the dramatic performance at the terrace. If anything could’ve calmed her late nerves to see the two men in the same city, and much worse in the same place, that was wine.

“Oh shit”

Alana exhaled loudly as she sat up on the bed at a slow pace for not worsen her nausea. Her hand stretched out to reach her phone. The clock read 10 a.m. It was a miracle her mother hadn’t sent Mishka, her maid and Dorota’s nephew, to her bedroom yet.

But as if thinking of her called her up, Mrs. Howarth and Mishka opened the door seconds later.

“Oh Alana, I almost forgot you were here.”

“Thank you for that, mother.” She rolled her eyes.

Margot eyed from head to toe at her messy daughter for a second before taking her attention back to her smartphone.

“Dress up. We’re running late for the Holland’s annual golf match”

“Mother. I am not going.”

In a single move, Alana stood up from bed to face her mother with a frown. But the cold woman cut her off.

“You are. End of discussion.”

“I agreed to attend your last night’s party. But this is much more”

Her vibrant blue eyes stared straight into her daughter’s as she kept her phone inside her purse.

“You wanted to be back, don’t you? And your grandma’s Charity Foundation would not rise again if you refuse to attend events and show your deep interest on getting more investors.” Margot made a brief pause, but nothing came out of Alana’s mouth. She smirked at her silence. “I’ll be on the limo. Hurry up”

The Howarth girl did as told unwillingly, not before unlocking her phonescreen; one lost call and 4 messages from Timothée. Nothing from Tom. Alana pursed her lips. Maybe her long-time friend understood the message and made peace.

Or at least that’s what she hoped.

* * * * * *

The sun shined bright and clear. A perfect Saturday morning for those lucky souls with no strings and ready to live. Veuve Clicquot Garden looked just as she remembered. It felt so Upper East Side. It smelt like money.

As soon as a waiter approached her, she asked him for a glass of wine. It might be 11:00 a.m., but Breakfast at Tiffany’s with orange juice wasn’t a possibility.

“Oh Alana, my dear.”

“Mrs. O’Brien!”

An elegant grandmother with certainly more class than the British Queen herself stared at her and pulled her into an embrace. The woman who, as her godmother Blair Waldorf, had thought her everything she needed to know about life and this sick elite society.

“My darling, you look wonderful!”

“And you look younger, if I may say so.” Alana exclaimed with a joyful smile over her face.

“Oh, enough” She giggled. “So, what have you been up to, Lana?”

“Europe, recently. But I’m back now. What about you?”

“South Sudan. There’s a terrible situation happening for children there.” The old woman briefly fixed her eyes in the ground with a sad expression. “But of course, the Holland’s believe things can get managed with Golf Match so, shall we?”

Both approached the lunch table to pick some fruit and Alana stayed in silence for a couple seconds until Lilian O’Brien spoke again.

“Christ, I used to enjoy these events very much.”

“Now you don’t?”, Alana frowned as she followed her inside the white tent.

“I still do, dear. What changed was that I don’t only care for my social status anymore, I care about others too.”

Alana seemed to be deeply digesting her words as she nodded. But her analysis was interrupted by a curly mass of hair stepping into the garden followed by the Bass family; Chuck and Blair.

“May you excuse me?”

“Go, Lana. Go”, the old woman nodded gently in a soft attempt to encourage the young girl.

“Was truly a pleasure, Mrs. O’Brien”

Until that very instance, Alana hadn’t paid attention to the music playing in the background because her ears were used to Frank Sinatra’s voice. But when Timothée’s eyes met hers, Etta James’ voice invaded her and suddenly, the scene looked taken from a romantic comedy film.

‘This gotta be a fucking joke’, Alana whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, the European man wearing the latest Berluti’s white design walked towards her. Perhaps aware of the song’s effect, because his steps seemed to be perfectly synchronized with the tune.

“Morning, sunshine.” Timothée said with the same charming smile that made her knees weak.

As soon as he stood before her, Alana thought they’d be dancing or passionately kissing as in an Audrey Hepburn’s films. But they didn’t. A helicopter landing sound interrupted the magic moment, bringing both souls back to reality. Etta James’ voice had faded giving way to Nina Simone’s strong classy style.

‘Am I in Broadway?’

The It-girl frowned sarcastically at the coincidence. The helicopter’s door opened, and Dominic Holland greeted with one hand before helping his wife to step on ground.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hollands.”

Claps showered the iconic family. Tom was the last to step down. And for Alana’s surprise, his eyes fixed on hers for a millisecond until he turned his head at the crowd welcoming him. Although she tried not to, a part inside her kind of broke when he looked away this time.

But Timothée noticed it; she had blinked twice and finished the glass of wine in one gulp right after Tom joined his family for the magazine picture.

And Chalamet only scowled at his adversary with pursed lips as he posed for the cameras.

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The golf match had begun with the Holland boys playing the first holes. Tom won every single one of them. He was good at this; polo and golf were his favorite sports.

Alana and Timothée were sitting along the Bass. At first, they sat there because of Blair, but then she learned that Timothée had followed her because of Chuck. Although Chuck Bass wasn’t anything else than just her godmother’s husband, it shocked her the fact that Timothée had never told her he was related to him.

And she wondered why he’d hide it.

“Well, it’s Chuck’s turn to smack golf’s yard”

Blair Waldorf said with that elegant smile of hers as Bass moved the chair to let his wife stood up. She picked her purse and looked at her goddaughter.

“Your godfather Nate is coming, dear. Tell him to wait for us.”

“Sure, Aunt Blair.” Alana nodded forcing a smile.

Alone in the table, the two millionaire youngsters shared a brief moment of awkward silence filled only by the crowd sound and murmurs of polite laughs in near tables.

Timothée doubted on say something but his heart couldn’t bear her strange behavior, making him sip his drink and swallow hard.

“Are you okay, Alana?”, he inquired in a more worried tone than he’d liked.

The Howarth girl frowned nonchalantly as she brought a vegetarian pressed Italian little sandwich into her mouth and chewed on it carefree before answering.

“I am. Perfectly. Just wondering when were you going to tell me you’re a Chalamet-Bass?” She asked still in a nonchalant mode as if talking about the weather, without facing him. “He’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it?”

He turned his torso and laid his arm over his chair’s back to completely look at her.

“He’s not, they invited me. And I knew you’d be here.”

His voice was softer this time. Alana kept sitting straight as she glanced the garden, whatever but his eyes.

“When you messaged me last night asking to see me and talk, I never expected you’d go for my godmother’s help.”

“Even she can tell why I am in New York.”

“Bass Industries is a good reason.”

Timothée leaned just a few inches closer to her.

“I didn’t mention him because we said ‘the past is in the past’”

Alana shut her eyes in contained frustration for a second before turning her head to meet his eyes.

“But he’s not past. He’s present!”

“So is Tom Holland.” He said in the same calmed velvety tone as before.

Her whole face went pale with the mere mention of his name and her lips parted yet speechless.

“He told me everything at yesterday’s party”, Timothée continued.

Neither of them uttered a word for a few seconds. The sound of applauses and shouts of celebration for the winner echoed from behind.

Alana’s weak expression was replaced by a serious one. She looked away and grabbed her purse.

“Then we’re even.”

“It’s not that”, Chalamet began to elaborate but she cut him off right after standing up from her seat.

“You know? I really wanted this thing between us worked out”

And she walked away of the white tent in that elegant way of hers, praying that he wouldn’t follow her.

But he did, meeting her just halfway to the lavatories. Again, they were face to face. His eyes were almost watery, and the desperation now reflected over his persona.

“What you wanted me to do if not come here? Can you imagine how I felt? You left 2 days after graduation!”

Her eyes almost went watery too at the sound of his broken voice seeking for answers. Though, she swallowed the lump in her throat and crossed her arms over her chest with pursed lips.

“And so, what?”

“Never really got a chance to talk things out”

“We’ve got nothing to say, Timothée.” She responded forcing a smile with pain in her tone as a tear fell down her cheek. “You were always out in parties to ‘find producers’ for your director’s debut in film business”

“When you learned about my crazy past and reputation, I told you I was about to leave it for my Art… And for you”

“And you did?”

“I tried.” Timothée looked away, smoothing his hair back with one hand in an attempt to hold tears inside before locking eyes with Alana again. “But…”

Though, as soon as she heard the same word that had begun past fights between them, Alana exhaled loudly and showed a tired expression.

“Sure, Chalamet. Now please, stop. Let’s be friends and that’s it. Carpe Diem.”

“Don’t come me with the Carpe Diem thing. I’m here because…”

“Timothée, please. We tried a couple of times, and all went to trash. Just…”

But she added no more. Instead, her body turned to follow her heels somewhere far from there.

Timothée sighed as he let her go this time, not being aware that a pair of brown eyes were glued on him with rage injected on them.

****

Tom had won against Chuck Bass. Everyone cheered and congratulated his victory, even some old men in their 60s patted his shoulder after uttering “great match” with a satisfied smile.

In his way to join his family at the white tent, he recognized Alana’s figure walking in the middle of the garden and then being stopped by a man in white suit. Tom had to narrow his eyes to confirm the identity of who his mind already knew; Timothée Chalamet.

He tightened his jaw when he saw Alana leaving the scene with a shadow of pain on her very feature and got to restrain his desire to hit that black wavy head.

****

Spotted at Veuve Clicquot Garden: Tom Holland lifting a golf club to hit not a ball but a curly head. Current Match Play; Timothée 1 - Tom 0

****

Alana touched-up her eyeliner with a powder shadow and used the corner of the makeup sponge to remove any evidence of the smeared eyeliner made by her late watery eyes. She stared at herself in the mirror as she took a deep encouraging breath. She hated the fact she got to ran into the toilettes and hide there from Timothée. ‘What a child I am’.

The Howarth girl took one last glance at the mirror before opening the door back to the garden.

She hadn’t walked three steps when her chest crashed against someone’s back.

“Sorry, am…”, Alana began to apology.

The young man turned around to face her and a genuine smile crossed his face when he recognized her.

“Lana?”

“Harry?”, she smiled too.

Harry Holland, one of the Tom’s brother twins she used to babysit in the building when their parents were away.

They immediately pulled each other into an embrace.

“God! Good to see you”

“Me too. Look how handsome you look”, she eyed him from head to toe.

“And you, pretty as always”, Harry imitated her.

“Where’s Sam?”, Alana’s eyes looked for the other twin behind Harry’s back.

“Probably eating every dessert available”, he giggled. “Come join us”

****

The table Harry leaded her to was filled with the Holland family and her parents, the Howarth.

Just seconds before Alana took a seat, Chuck and Blair appeared. And while he was excusing for leaving early, Blair approached to Alana close enough for her to hear her warning;

“Drama’s not over, A. Just don’t explode here, darling. For your own sake.”

The elegant couple left. Alana showed a polite smile and nodded, not sure what her godmother referred with ‘drama’. Though, she found out a second later when Margot Howarth, her mother, placed her hand on top of Alana’s over the table.

“Alana, here you’re. We were just talking about you”

Indeed, everyone’s eyes were glued on her with big smiles drawn across their faces. Even the twins and little Patrick were happy.

“Europe must’ve been exciting”, Elizabeth Holland, Tom’s mother, said interlacing her fingers over the table as she genuinely smiled.

“It was great, of course.” Alana answered as she grabbed the glass of wine the waiter offered her.

“We’re glad you’re back, dear.” Elizabeth looked at her husband, Dominic, who nodded graciously.

Mrs. Holland was truly happy for her return because she couldn’t stop smiling. She had always appreciated her.

Margot sighed, imitating everyone’s smiles but with a hint of pride in it because was her daughter the main subject, just as she always loved her to be.

“Can you believe? Harry and Sam’s Cotillion is this Friday as your cousin Cass’”, she said raising her eyebrows as if surprised.

Tom arrived, being welcomed with more cheering from his brothers. He took a seat as far from Alana as possible, which was just two seats difference; Patrick and Sam were in between.

“Remember when Alana and Tom went together to Cotillion?”, Elizabeth added with a nostalgic sigh.

“Time flies isn’t it?”, Margot did the same.

“I know… Just think about it. In a blink of an eye, our sons will be getting married”, Mrs. Howarth gathered her hands as in an applause while raising her eyebrows thus drawing a ‘cannot wait’ expression in her feature.

Dominic Holland, who had been chatting along Marcus Howarth about today’s golf match, joined the conversation.

“Alana would be perfect to wear the family ring”

He patted her wife’s hand joyfully. Margot, Elizabeth and Dominic glanced at them with a satisfied smile given, perhaps, by the picture created in their imagination of a perfect wedding.

“Oh she will.” Margot stated. “They’ve been friends since childhood”

This was what Blair warned her about. Tom and Alana uncomfortably sipped two or maybe three times their drinks as if a mirror stood between them. She wished her wine was scotch, while he wished his brandy was vodka.

A heavy environment settled between Tom and Alana’s bodies right after their parents celebrated their fantasy. Even Patrick felt a little weird being‘third wheels’ in this situation.

Harry noticed it too. And the twins made everything in their hands to change the subject back into the next season’s event, suggesting a polo match.

Alana only recognized gross sounds of what was discussed next. Her eyes were blank, realizing that her return wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it’d be. The Holland’s comment made her think of her latest nightmare; her life could change so fast if she married Tom. She’d basically sign herself up for the same traditional life she ran away from; she’d become a socialite woman caught up in the system.

So, the It-girl fumbled her phone out of her Cartier purse and dialed a number she knew by heart. Her thumbs moved fast over the keyboard and clicked the ‘send’ icon.

*****

Start buying those dancing shoes, kids. Looks like we’ll be going to the chapel soon.

****

Hours later, New York City lights announced the beginning of nocturnal life affairs. The city that never sleeps. And less if you’re in the Upper East Side.

After Timothée received Alana’s text, he arranged a reservation for what he saw as a special occasion at Le Bernadin, one of the top six most exclusive restaurants in New York.

Alana arrived there on time in an elegant blue dress. He was already waiting for her at the table and helped her seat by holding back the chair like a true gentleman.

“Thought we’d go somewhere more… private”, her eyes traveled around the place.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Le Bernadin is excellent”, she slightly frowned.

“Not that. I mean, sorry for today’s”, he cleared his throat and showed her an apological smile.

“I’m sorry too. I was maybe a little too harsh with you about the… Chuck thing”

“But you were right about the hiding thing.” He started in such an honest tone that it sent chills down Alana’s back, freezing her on her seat. “I don’t wanna hide anything from you, Lana. That day before our graduation when we broke up and you told me I never committed to our relationship; I couldn’t sleep trying to see it from your perspective. And you were right. After our lovely summer when road tripping all around Western Europe, I pretended to forget my reputation and begin from scratch when it was clear that could never happen. Then parties came and we split for a month because you weren’t used to that part of me. Art class joined us again, you were my date for several parties more and it seemed to work out this time. I just don’t know where it went wrong…”

Timothée stopped to take a deep breath and calm himself, cause up to this moment his tone had changed revealing the true desperation behind his words.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Alana was perplexed. She never imagined herself in that situation with him; at least not outside her dreams. On the contrary, she prayed not to see him ever again, convincing herself that her decision to leave Europe would make things easier for both. Yet he had found his way back to her quite earlier than expected.

Now she sipped her drink to brush away the lump in her throat when the sudden memory of their fights, the nights alone, and their breakup flooded her mind.

“You left me no choice.” She looked away and sighed as she tried to hold the tears inside. “Remember one of our first talks when I told you about how it made me sick all the socialite stuff and its hypocrisy? Well, I was so happy you weren’t so involved in that sick game… New York seemed just a far bad dream.”

The mere memory of a hopeful time made her so nostalgic, that her brain got to remind her to take a deep breath. She turned to face him.

“But when your parties began, I said ‘let’s give it a chance’, though something inside didn’t feel good. Even when that wasn’t the socialite, yet there was a similar sensation with my past. And when our Netflix and cuddle nights became YOUR party nights as soon as some old buddies of yours arrived at your flat, leaving me there ALONE… I just couldn’t handle it no more. I wasn’t ready to deal this new thing.”

Tears flooded her eyes inevitably. And she couldn’t help herself on a few tears from sliding down her cheek. Timothée’s heart ached by watching her in that state. A state he promised he’d never be the cause of, yet he was.

He approached her slowly, sitting at the chair right next to her.

“We could’ve sorted it out together”, Timothée whispered as he cupped her face in his hands and wiped away the tears running down her cheek with his thumb.

“You weren’t there. Your friends needed you.” She avoided any eye contact for her own sake.

“Nothing, listen to me, nothing is more important for me than you.”

Their watery eyes finally met.

“I’m scared. I just don’t…”

But before she could finish her sentence, Timothée passed his hand around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her blood ran cold at first but then she succumbed to the moment.

Once they pulled away, both stared deep at each other for an instance before he showed a glint of mixed hope and shyness.

“I’m scared too. I’ve never felt this way for anybody. Didn’t even believe it was possible but seems like Hollywood doesn’t exaggerate.”

“Timothée…”

“I want to try again, please”

“There are no third chances”

“For me, Alana. Do it for me, for us. If you still have feelings for me, even the weakest one, give me a chance, and I’ll prove to you that we aren’t supposed to be apart.”

“I don’t know… How”

“Me neither but we can take a leap of faith, together.”

“A little faith, trust and pixie dust”

Alana giggled and Timothée joined her. The atmosphere between them slightly changed and both hearts felt less heavy. She bit her lip and gave him a slight nod.

“Okay”, she nodded.

“Okay?”

Relief washed over Timothée’s aura, drawing a big smile across his face. One of true happiness.

“We’ll take it slow”, Alana continued as she got contagious with the hopeful ambience between them.

“At our own pace.” Timothée added.

“And won’t let our past get in the way.”

“Promise. I’ve left all behind.”

He stated. And everything seemed as if taken away from a fairy tale the couple had written themselves, making her forget that such a thing cannot be at the Upper East Side.

****

The moment Nate Archibald’s daughter stepped into the Howarth’s penthouse as she had done countless times back in the days, Mishka knew something was going on.

Kiernan Archibald was Alana’s best friend ever since kindergarten, and she never arrived without a reason.

It took no time before the girls gathered at Alana’s room, and ate macarons with champagne.

“You know? When I saw you the day you came back, I almost faint.”

Kiernan had her legs crossed in the air and her abdomen over the bed as she ate another macaron with a smirk.

“Yeah, if it weren’t for Mishka you would’ve hit your head very bad”, Alana giggled while resting her head over her pillow, also on bed.

“Thank heaven I didn’t”, Kiernan joined her giggles and incorporated herself to see her friend better. “Now, tell me about your dinner with that European king.”

“Well, you’re updated with the whole situation”, Alana exhaled loudly as the yesterday scenes came to her mind. “Tom and Timothée already met and my mother is dreaming of her daughter being a Howarth-Holland”

Her friend made an “upps” face as she sipped her champagne glass and bit a strawberry.

“The thing is we decided to give us a new chance.” Alana continued with a hopeful grin drawn across her face.

“Timothée and you?”, Kiernan raised her eyebrows.

“We said we’ll take it slow but-”

Before the Howarth girl could explain, the Archibald heiress cut her off while locking eyes into her friend’s.

“Hey, you like him. If you feel good with him and your gut’s telling you to go for it then go for it”, her hands emphasized her words by opening both as if showing her the answer to her question.

“That’s the matter, Kiki. My gut is out of service or something”

“Wait what?”

Alana took a deep breath, though she knew it was almost impossible to avoid Kiernan’s inquisitive look.

“Listen, what I feel about Timothée is very special. He’s so damn charming and smart and funny. He’s very observant and caring.”

“But?”

“But… That night at my welcoming party when I saw Tom, something inside me kind of winced. And when he spoke to me… Uggh, it sent shivers down my spine”

Kiernan was open-mouthed, processing the situation.

“Oh Lana, you’re in such a trouble.”

Seconds later, she raised her glass at Alana for an impromptu toast in honor of whatever thing came. After both finished the last champagne drop, Kiki added;

“Just give it time. The answer will come to you, A.”

****

Have you been so busy that you’ve forgotten what time of year it is? Couture, quadrilles and cutthroat competition. That’s right. It’s time for Cotillion.

****

Cotillion was a just as Alana remembered. If not better, but she doubted that. She got to admit, when she was Queen the rules were fancier.

Harry and Sam Holland walked towards her as soon as they saw her coming inside.

“Hey, Lana”, the twins said at the same time.

“Guys, look how handsome you’re!”, she smiled as her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Hugo Boss himself said that too”, Harry added and chuckled.

“So, you’re escoting my cousin Cassandra huh?”

“Yeah”, Harry blushed at the sound of her name.

“Take care of her, Harry. And yourself! The Howarths are not easy girls.”

She patted his shoulder, wishing him good luck.

“That’s a fact”, Harry nodded but went pale as soon as he realized she was a Howarth too.

Sam opened his eyes and glanced at his brother with a “bro, wtf” look. He just screwed it up.

“Well, enjoy your night guys”, Alana blinked and forced a smile before walking somewhere else.

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help the nostalgia vibe that surrounded her; looking at the prep-school girls excited and nervous for their presentation, the boys wearing tuxedos and trying their best against the current king. Everything reminded her the Cotillion she and Tom attended to; they had been the best couple ever since the legendary Blair and Nate or even the unexpected Jenny and Nate one.

At first, she expected the nostalgia would fade away when her brain noticed this wasn’t her Cotillion. But the more she walked around the place, the more it seemed like time had never passed. Every face around her was a face she was familiar with. And she got a weird feeling that they weren’t because of Cotillion but for her; to see with their own eyeballs she was back in New York.

Kiernan was the bell that saved her from getting an anxiety attack.

“Ugh, people always sticking their noses where don’t belong”, the Archibald heiress said as if she had read Alana’s mind.

“Did it say on Gossip Girl that I’d be here?”, Alana inquired with a tired expression.

“Uhm, nope. But it did say about Cotillion and cutthroat competition. You know she likes pun, A.”

“What about that clean slate? She should leave me alone”

“New York missed you”, Kiernan shrugged. “No sign of T.H?”

“Not yet and praying to keep that way.” Alana said in a serious and a hint of worried tone.

Both friends were about to sit when something in the crowd caught their attention. Every young soul there began muttering and pulling their phones out.

“What’s going on?”, Kiernan wondered.

The answer appeared just after her words. There were they; Tom Holland accompanied with Serena van der Woodsen and Dan Humphrey’s son, Noah Humphrey.

Every single phone camera pointed at them.

*******

Spotted: An elite family reunion. Don’t you love Cotillion surprises?

******

Noah Humphrey immediately recognized his friends and walked towards them.

“Look who’s in town!”, he shouted opening his arms.

“Gosh, Noah!”, Alana smiled as both pulled each other into a tight embrace.

Meanwhile, Kiernan and Tom saluted each other by their last names. “Archibald”, “Holland”. She didn’t like him after what happened with her friend, and he just imitated her attitude. Though, Alana’s best friend sacrificed herself and put her dislike apart to take him as far as possible from the Howarth girl.

“Holland, why don’t you tell me where’s Sam? He’ll be escorting my sister Nicole”, Kiernan hold him from his arm forcing him to follow her.

“Sure, he is. Noah?”, Tom locked eyes briefly with Alana and looked at his best friend.

“I’ll stay here.” Noah nodded.

When their bodies disappeared in the crowd, Noah turned back to face her.

“So… Europe, huh?”, Noah giggled. “Was quite a bomb when you left.”

“I know! Everyone keeps telling me about it”, Alana responded aiming to be sarcastic but instead sounding irritated. “Sorry. It’s just so… overwhelming”

“That’s the UEA… And that guy at the airport didn’t help you with the gossip either”

“What do you mean?”, she narrowed her eyes.

“Well, his presence made your return the big hit wondering who he is? Or what is he doing here?”, he looked at her with inquisitive eyes, almost as powerful as Kiernan’s.

“None of their business.” Alana pursed her lips.

“Seriously, Lana. Do we have to care about him?”

“Wha- No! Clean slate, remember? It’s not like the old times.”

“The good old times”, Noah chuckled by the memory of countless party nights. “So, he won’t be here long?”

“Noah, where’s this coming from?”, Alana frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

“From a caring friend.”

He said that truly, but she didn’t see it the same way.

“Oh tell that to someone who knows you less than I do, Humphrey.” She scoffed. “If this is one of Tom’s strategy then I don’t care”

No answer came out of Noah’s mouth. Alana rolled her eyes.

“I’ll go for a drink”, she stated walking away from a friend for the second time in that night.

*****

Once at the bar table with a drink in hand, Alana smoothed her hair back with one hand while letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What does a beautiful woman like you alone?”, a voice asked her seductively from her back.

“Timothée, you came”, she turned to see him standing in an elegant black suite.

“Of course, sweetie. As soon as I read your text, I rushed here.”

“Thanks, wanna join me on preparing my cousin?”

“Sure.” He followed her through an aisle. “What’s this Cotillion stuff?”

“Oh, well is like a social presentation party. It was supposed to be symbolic, but girls take it very very seriously. A battle for power.” She raised her eyebrows ironically. “Cass is not quite the Queen, but my mother forced me to be her mentor”

At the end of the aisle, a door leaded to an elegant room with teen girls in expensive dresses and makeup covering every inch of their bodies waited for the moment.

When Alana entered, every teenager gasped and made way for her to walk comfortably. She frowned at their reaction that back in the days would’ve been completely normal for her. Two seconds later, she found her cousin.

“Cass, you’re perfect!”, Alana complimented her.

Cassandra Howarth was three years younger; therefore, three years less experienced and more pretentious.

“C’mon you don’t believe it”, she got her arms over her hips and not noticed the young man standing behind Alana.

“Harry Holland is your escort, and you’re a Howarth. It’ll be enough for these people.”

Cass stared at her outfit in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“You’re right. The odds are on my favor, you’re my mentee, Blair Waldorf was your mentee… I’ll be fine”, saying this more to herself than for Alana.

A bell announced the Elite Women presentation ceremony was about to begin. The teenagers rushed to the door.

“Good luck”, Alana waved a goodbye.

Timothée and her stood near the stage as a good mentor would do.

The rest of the iconic elite group were seated near the bar, waiting for the show to end. Tom was quite edgy, like a caged tiger deciding whether to eat the iron bars and scape or stay in captivity. Kiernan sipped her mojito, and while she did, she saw through the glass how he made up his mind as he clicked once something on his phone and then kept it in his jacket pocket.

Alana saw that too, though turned her gaze at the stage and swallowed hard.

The Archibald heiress narrowed her eyes suspiciously; she didn't like his attitude one bit. But before she’d approach him, another event caught her attention.

Different ringtones echoed at the same time and every young witness grabbed their phones out to check the notification.

It was Gossip Girl.

Did anyone notice something strange when Alana returned? No paparazzi. Apparently, Europe wasn’t aware of who you are, A. But don’t worry, an anonymous soul has proper manners and sent some details about her big little adventures. Please, shall we enjoy the reading? Cause Gossip Girl goes Europe.

First things first. It was true she ran away from that indecent kiss with our King Tom… But our Queen found a new King in those tiding European lands.

Timothée Chalamet, ladies and gentlemen. If Carlo Magno had a successor, that’s definitely Timothée.

He showed her his Empire, and found love while they did. Just look at these wonderful FRANCE and CARIBBEAN magazine covers.

But then, uh oh. Is that Matty Healy and Alana on MUSIC ICON cover?

Looks like our Queen just expanded her horizons with flying colours. Monte Carlo and Mallorca are her new capitols.

And the party won’t start ‘till New York walks in.

“Fuck…”, Kiernan muttered under her breath as she looked for Alana’s whereabouts.

But, it took no effort to find her; cause people around her had moved aside, forming a circle with Timothée and her as the center.

Alana was puzzled. It was until Timothée handed her his phone with the Gossip Girl’s latest tweet that she understood what was going on.

For an instance, the whole world fell over her chest impeding her to breath. She stared at Timothée with eyes wide open and a shadow of confusion casted on her very feature as Gossip Girl’s last words resonated in the back of her head.

And that’s when her inner voice reawakened. She clenched her jaw, swallowed the venom she just received and holded Timothée’s hand, walking away from that circle.

Perhaps Alana Howarth returned days ago, but the Queen had just woken up. The bitch Queen was back.

Kiernan recognized that glint in her eyes when she reached her friend halfway from the door. And Noah knew it too. Even Tom knew it.

“We’re leaving, see you K”, Alana brushed past her as the valet boy opened the door for the couple.

Timothée followed her from behind, still holding her hand. He was shocked by her brusque change.

Kiernan just nodded.

And, although Cotillion representatives tried to dissipate the atmosphere, Alana left more open-mouthed witnesses than those in Valentine’s Day.

****

Outside, the show continued.

“That’s fucking it”, Alana shouted with anger cracking her voice. She fumbled her phone out her purse and dialed a number. “Geof, meet me at the front door in 2 minutes please”

“I brought my car”, Timothée interrupted.

“Forget it, go home.” She added before hung up.

The valet boy drove Timothée’s Jaguar and the couple got inside. As soon as they were there, he exhaled loudly and fixed his eyes on her.

“So…”, he started. But received no answer.

Silence reigned in the car for a couple of blocks, when a semaphore made them stop. Alana stared at him with a playful grin across her face.

“You know baby? There’s no need to take it slow. Just…”

But before she added something else, she wrapped her hands around his neck and crashed her lips against his; pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure?”, Timothée asked in a soft voice.

Both lovers wrapped their hands and stared straight into each other’s eyes.

“More than ever”, she smirked.

Timothée pulled her in for a second kiss but it was brief this time.

A satisfied smile spread across his face and Alana raised her head as only Queens know when a solemn phrase is about to be said.

“If you can't beat them… Join them”

*****

A, you left America a star. But after your exploits in Europe you’ve come back a supernova. And yet nothing explodes without a fuse. I wonder what —or who— lit yours. Perhaps we all know the handsome answer to that. Just careful with the fire, kids. You might get burned.

You know you love me, XOXO

Gossip Girl.

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The Queen Part 7

FP Jones x reader

First Part Second Part Third Part Forth Part Fifth Part Sixth Part

Word Count:1741

Warnings:language, okay so in this one there is a sexual assault. It does not go far however it is still there so PLEASE IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS WITH SEXUAL ASSAULT DON’T READ. If you feel uncomfortable reading you can DM me and I will happily give you the rundown of the chapter.

Author’s Note: Thanks for still reading and PLEASE READ THE WARNING. Italics are flashback

Summary: Diving into the reader and Hiram’s past while showing how he was going to deal with her leaving.

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You awoke on the couch, tired and worn. An arm was around your waist protectively, which made you smile. You were still dressed in yours/Hermione's pants and FP’s shirt. You laughed at the fact that almost zero of the clothes you were wearing were yours, which woke up the sleeping man beside you.

“Don’t go,” he murmured and you didn’t, laying back down on the couch with him. FP nuzzled his head into your back and groaned at the sunlight that seeped through the cracks of the trailer. Your phone buzzed on the floor beside you and you realized you must have left it here. Did you bring it to the Lodges?

When you picked it up the answer to your question blared in bright lights. The phone number read ‘Hiram’ which meant without a doubt he had been in your phone. You didn’t have much to hide in it, didn’t have any social media or anything but still the thought of him scrolling through your personal item brought back bad memories, something you would rather forget.

Fred sat across from you at the table in science class. He had goggles on and was pouring a bubbly liquid into another different color beaker. You watched as he did this ready to catch any reaction that the chemicals would have to one another.

“Hey muffin,” Hiram whispered behind you. You jumped, knocking over the beaker that sat next to you causing Fred to backup causing the stuff he was pouring in to spill over his lab coat. Immediately the two of you went to sop it up but Hiram could only laugh at you as you did it.

Before today you had only just mildly disliked Hiram. He was the rich kid of the school and you avoided him at all costs but he seemed almost to be seeking you out. He even had a attraction to calling you ‘muffin’ which made you go crazy with madness.

You had nicknames for your friends not creepy dudes you barely saw in the halls. But you were always somewhat nice to him for some reason. It was probably because you felt bad for how selfish and shallow all of his actual friends were.

“What do you want Hiram?,” you asked through gritted teeth. He leaned against the table and went unnoticed by the teacher and most of the students that were helping you avoid a chemical mishap. Hiram leaned down beside you but only so he could see your face.

“You,” he mumbled. You froze.

The way he spoke made you feel not even the least bit flattered or in need of him as well. It made you feel threatened. Hiram always gave you a unsettling feeling but you were never scared around him. You were scared of his much larger frame in that moment as you tried to think about what you wanted to say to him, what could you say to him to get him to go away? If only Fred wasn’t in the nurse's office getting checked for burns. If only this wasn’t a AP class that there were no serpents in. You could use some saving right now.

“I’m sorry Hiram but I’m not for sale,” you spoke as snarky as you usually would, trying not to get him hinted at just how nervous you were by his very presence.

“I don’t know sweetheart, that outfit looks like someone dressed you for sale to me.” He picked at the hem of your shirt which was a crop top but nothing to revealing. Today’s outfit consisted of about a 6 inch above your knee skirt and the shirt with your serpents jacket. This was nothing special.

“Hiram keep your hands to yourself,” you pleaded. His eyes were on fire and you had backed up as far as you could with the counter. Everyone around you was still ablaze with the chemical mishap that no one noticed your fear. Hiram was flush against your body now and his hands roamed up your shirt, to far, way to far. Your mind raced in a hundred different directions. “Stop,” you told him sternly, feeling around the table for something to defend yourself with. He grabbed at your notebook and turned around, cracking it open leaving you cold from his touch. You reached for it, your book of doodles and poems and personal things you’d rather keep out of the hands of a Lodge. But he was stronger than you and overpowered you.

“I think I’ll keep this for awhile,” he mused, turning it sideways to look at a picture from a different angle.

“Hiram please just give it back,” you pleaded once more desperate to keep your thoughts to yourself. But he didn’t listen and took the book anyway.

He left you feeling violated and stripped of yourself for the day.

The book was returned with a smug smile to you at the end of the day but it no longer felt safe guarded and you threw it in the nearest dumpster on your way home.

You told no one of this assault and kept it to yourself. The serpent's couldn’t handle a blow from Hiram Lodge that they were bound to get if they invoked a fight. So Fred, FP, everyone we’re oblivious to the fact you felt as though a part of you was missing after that day.

You moved from FP and stood up, walking toward the other room. You closed the door behind you as you entered the bedroom and you almost felt odd answering the phone here.

“Hello?” You whispered.

“You left the house,” Hiram spoke. His voice sounded so far away like he wasn’t really in the present and rather living in the past.

“I’m sorry I really appreciate the hospitality but I needed to come home.” Hiram scoffed on the other line.

“Home? You haven’t had a home in 20 years Y/N.”

“How do you know that?” You inquired. Hiram didn’t answer at first and you were surprised that he could be caught off guard

“I have my ways old friend.” His voice was chilling, causing you to lean against the door to steady yourself from fear.

“We were not friends.” Hiram chuckled.

“Are you sure about that muffin? We were fairly close. On the odd day,” he told you. Although he was the only man who was able to make you tremble with fear by just saying words, you had to stand your ground. If you were going to stay here with FP you had to be able to stand Hiram.

“I am sure Hiram. I have a name if you were unaware. What do you want? I’m keen on sleeping so make it quick,” you sounded strong and were amazed at the fact that your voice wasn’t quivering. Hiram sighed.

“You’re right Ms.Y/L/N I shouldn’t keep you awake we know how cranky you get. I only have one request in return of my hospitality and your utter rudeness leaving without breakfast.” He waited.

“Yes Hiram?” you asked impatiently.

“My daughter was especially hurt to your leaving. You’re going to make it up to her and her friends by speaking with Alice.” You squinted.

“How will that help Veronica?” you asked. Hiam was quick to answer you.

“All you need to know is that you need to speak with Alice. She and Betty will give you all you need and you’ll do as your told. It’s simple really just a favor for a old...acatinces. I’m confident you won’t speak a word of this to my daughter?” You thought this whole situation very odd. Alice and Betty and Hiram all needed help? Together? And this needed you? You’d only just come back to Riverdale and you were already being asked for weird favors and people were acting already as if you owed them anything!

“Alright Hiram whatever I’ll talk to the wicked witch of the west and Betty. I don’t know why and I don’t really care. Will you just leave me alone after this?” you whispered when you heard shifting in the main room.

“It’s a small town Y/N. I’m sure we’ll run into one another again.” He hung up and left you feeling as though you had just been given a quest of a video game as you stepped outside the door to be met with FP who was standing just outside the door.

“How long have you been standing there?” you pondered. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace easily. “FP? What’s wrong?” He didn’t speak at first.

“Did you stay with the Lodges last night? Tell me you didn’t.” His voice was low and quiet as though he were trying to make sure no one heard your conversation. You were confused.

“Is that a problem? Nothing happened if that’s what-” He let you go.

“Dammit Y/N!” You were truly confused on why he was so angry at you, you had just made up.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes something is wrong! He asked you to see Alice didn’t he?” You nodded. “The real reason that Alice was here last night Y/N. She’s a accessory to murder. Veronica killed someone last night.” You had trouble believing that even coming from someone you trusted.

“How? Who?” FP took in a deep breath as you awaited the answer. You had just woken up and were very unsure how he even knew this. You had woken up before him for goodness sake.

“A gun. A student.”

“Who?!”

“She shot and killed a Serpent Y/N.”

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Part 8

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