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Sirius Black x Reader

Request:  hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Lucius’ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that she’s not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: I wrote this for @angelinathebook‘s writing challenge and dear god, it’s taken months to begin this because pookiebear just hit 2,000 followers and the challenge was for 300... Love that. Anyways, my prompts were “I like spending time with you.” and “I’ve fallen in love with you.” Enjoy!

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Y/N Malfoy.

Your name held a lot of depth at Hogwarts that you didn’t want. Being the younger sister of Lucius Malfoy didn’t come easy. Everyone either feared your brother or didn’t like you because of him, which sounded absurd when you’ve tried your best over the years to make friends outside of your house. Your brother said it wasn’t worth it, Slytherin’s would always be superior and to stick with the pure bloods here, but you hated the thought, knowing the bad beliefs had rubbed onto Lucius greatly.

Even after Lucius graduated a few years ago, people still didn’t like you and you gave up, finding that trying to make people understand you is too tiring. You had one more year left at Hogwarts and all you wanted was to finish it off gracefully, no longer embarrassing yourself with the rejection of friend groups.

Tapping your fingers against the table, you tried to pay attention to professor McGonagall teach today’s lesson, but it was really hard when all you heard was the Marauders definitely not paying attention. It was irritating really how they didn’t seem to get trouble for their antics today. After hearing one of them snicker, you couldn’t help but look back at them. Sirius and James were both turned around to Remus and Peter’s table, Remus had his face in his notes but an obvious smile on his lips and he listened to his friends. Peter was snickering quietly as James mumbled something, but Sirius was the only one who hadn’t been paying attention, instead he was smirking as he saw you staring at his friends. Once he caught your attention, he sent you a wink before your eyes widened and you almost snapped your neck as you faced the front again.

Sirius rolled his eyes as he turned back to the group. “Malfoy was looking at us.” He whispered as James scoffed.

“What did she want?” James mumbled with a half smirk as he spared a glance at you, finding you focused more on the lesson.

Sirius furrowed his brows. “And I would know because we obviously had a very vocal conversation.” Sirius said sarcastically as his friends laughed a little louder, James nudging Sirius before someone cleared their throat behind James. The four of them looked up, seeing McGonagall standing there and the whole class looking at them. “Hello Minnie, what can we do for you?” Sirius asked, plastering a smile on his face that caused Professor McGonagall to purse her lips.

“Mr. Black, it would do you and your friends good to pay attention in my class. Especially for the term project I’ve assigned.” She raised a brow at them and Sirius remained unfazed.

“Ah, that’s okay Minnie. I’m sure we’ll all figure it out together.” He sent he a wink as McGonagall started towards the front of the classroom.

“For your project, I will be assigning your partners.” You watched Sirius’ smile fall as you let out a laugh, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Professor McGonagall, though she said nothing. “And Mr. Black?” She called out, without even turning around. “That’s detention.”

He threw his hand in the air as he glanced around the room, finding you trying hard not to smile. Sirius huffed out a breath at your reaction. Although he’d hadn’t had many run-ins with you, he knew your brother was bad news and he assumed you’d be just like him. He heard rumors of you trying to befriend people, but based on the fact you never seemed to stay with those people, Sirius was certain it was because you were like your brother.

As Professor McGonagall began rambling off partners for the project, Sirius finally began listening, waiting for his name to be read. His friends all had their assignments and Sirius shifted in his seat, realizing there were only a few people left. “Sirius Black.” McGonagall said and for what seemed like the first time as she read off the names, she paused. Sirius furrowed his brows, watching her cross something out and scribble down something else before she continued. “And Y/N Malfoy.” Sirius’ mouth dropped opened as he stared at McGonagall, knowing he heard her correctly. He looked over to you, seeing you slumped back on your stool in a state much like Sirius.

“Class dismissed.” McGonagall said before looking up, seeing a few of her partners already heading to each other to start talking. In fact, the only two who seemed not to was you and Sirius. You slowly packed your belongings, sparing a glance back to Sirius who was still sitting in shock.

“Great.” You mumbled before heading over to him. “Black?” You said, knocking him out of his stupor. He blinked a few times before letting out a pitiful laugh and grabbing his bookbag.

“Come on, lets get this over with.” He grumbled as he started walking out of the room. Staying in place, you looked back to McGonagall, seeing a smirk on her face as you began to wonder what you did to her for her to force this on you. “Malfoy, are you coming?” Sirius asked when he realized you weren’t following.

You swallowed thickly before following behind him in silence until you reached the library. He stopped inside, glancing around to all the students before looking to you. “You really weren’t paying attention when she told us about the project, were you?”

Sirius expected you to bring that situation up, but he hadn’t expected your voice to sound so soft when you had. He nodded slightly, licking his lips as he quirked a brow. “I think we both know I wasn’t.”

“I figured.” There was a playfulness that again shocked Sirius as he cleared his throat, following you to the correct section of the library. You scanned the shelves for a moment before starting to pull books out. When you had a couple of them in your hands, you turned towards Sirius, giving him a huge fake grin as you pulled his hands up and started piling the books into him.

Sirius looked down at the stack as it started piling up. “Do we really need all these?” He asked dumbfounded, pulling his head back as the books reached his face. He heard you laugh and furrowed his brows.

“Absolutely not, but I wanted to see how many it’d take you to say something.” You smirked, counting the books in his hands. “It was 13, in case you were wondering.”

Sirius tried to hide his chuckle but it didn’t work. As soon as you removed all but 3 books, his face was back to the same mad looking one he wore when you left the classroom. You quickly averted your gaze. “Shall we?” you asked, gesturing to the table next to you. Sirius didn’t nod or anything as he placed the books onto the table and slid into the seat with his back to you. You let out a nervous breath you hoped he couldn’t hear as you moved around the table.

“So,” Sirius said, looking down at the books. “What’s the project?” You nodded and explained the project to him again, this time with Sirius listening and asking questions.

“That’s it?” Sirius asked a few minutes later once you were finished. You nodded, watching him lean back with a smirk. “See I didn’t need to listen in class.”

“Only because I did.” You quipped with a chuckle and reached for a book. Sirius, however, saw you reach for it and grabbed it first. He wore a grin as you looked at him, rolling your eyes and reaching for another one.

“You’re so mature.” You mumbled and Sirius clicked his tongue with a grin.

“I am, aren’t I?” His obvious use of sarcasm wasn’t lost on you as you flipped opened your book, scanning the pages for any useful information. Sirius did so as well, although he kept taking looks up at you before slamming his book closed. The sound caused you to jump as you looked up confused. “Okay, what’s your deal.”

“My deal? You’re the one who slammed the book closed?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he shook his head.

“I mean, are you like everyone says you are?” He shrugged and once again you were confused.

“People talk about me?”

Sirius averted his gaze, unsure if he should say more. “A little.” He admitted, watching you nod slowly.

“What do they say?” your voice wavered a little and Sirius gulped as he shifted in his seat.

“Just that you were the same as your brother.”

You let out a surprise huff of air with your eyebrows raised. “Oh.” You began, glancing about the library. It was then you noticed a few people casting looks your way, seeing you with Sirius obviously earning a few conversations.

“Are they right?” Sirius asked bluntly, tapping his pen against the table.

You locked eyes with him, your mouth upturning to smirk. “Absolutely.” You lied, seeing Sirius’ face falter. “You know, Lucius and I, brother and sister, why wouldn’t I be like my family?” Your question was rhetorical and Sirius knew it, but one thing was hitting him hard. He knew how Lucius was, everyone did, but he also knew how different one can be from their family. Look at his family. His brother and him barely spoke to each other as it is and he was estranged from his parents before he was even out of school. Why did he just assume you were like your brother? Why did everyone assume you were like your brother?

“Look this was fun, kind of, and it was a great beginning to the project, but I have to go to my next class.” You lied to him, putting the books in your arms to borrow. You left Sirius with the one he was reading as he nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” Sirius said, shaking away the thoughts in his head. “Uh, meet tomorrow?” He asked and you nodded, not looking in his eyes.

“Yeah. See you then.”

With that, you were off, leaving Sirius alone in the library with the book in front of him. He sighed loudly after you left, slowly falling himself forward onto the table. He couldn’t be wrong about you, right? 7 years of going to school together and he couldn’t have assumed wrong about you this whole time, could he?

Sirius groaned to himself, realizing he had been sitting there for quite alone before shoving the book into his backpack and heading out to find his friends. He realized he could’ve used his map, but he needed the walk. It took him down the black lake, feeling the cool air hit his skin as he stopped walking when he saw someone sitting against a tree. He snickered quietly as he moved closer, leaning against the tree.

“So, what class is this?” he asked, watching you jump out of your skin, the book you were intently reading flying out of your hands as Sirius threw his head back in laughter.

“For Merlin’s sake Black, what the hell?!” you shouted at him, holding an arm against your stomach as you let out a breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Sirius continued to laugh as he fell to the ground, pushing your book over to you as you snatched it, keeping your eyes off him.

“You are not funny.” You muttered, fixing your position as Sirius moved to lean against the tree right next to you.

He was still laughing slightly as you opened your book back up, trying to find where you left off. “So, are we going to talk about how you lied about having class?”

“Nope.” Sirius made an appreciative face at your honesty as he watched you adjust your green and silver scarf around your neck. There was a silence that overcame the both of you before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Did you need something?” You asked, putting your book in your lap as you turned to meet his grey eyes.

Sirius put on a cocky smile. “Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’. You bit lip as you kept yourself from saying anything and looking back to your book.

Once again, there was a silence as Sirius stared out to the lake, often taking glances to you reading. “Stop looking at me.” You muttered and turned your page.

“I’m not looking at you.” Sirius said very much falsely as his eyes never moved off your face.

“Black, I’m serious.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” You interrupted him, looking at him again only to see him smile. It was then you realized he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of like he’d get out of your brother. “Alright. How about this, you can ask me one question a day until the end of the project, but you have to leave me alone for the rest of today.”

Sirius raised a brow. “What makes you think I want to know anything about you?” He asked and you shrugged.

“It’s your choice, take it or leave it.”

Sirius considered for a second before nodding. “Okay, deal.” You expected him to ask you the question then, but he didn’t, instead he just sat there.

“Your question?” you nudged him, hoping this could be sped up.

“Oh, I have to think about it.” He smiled at you again before leaning back against the tree.

You groaned although you were amused at his choice. “Fine, then as you think, lets get some work done?” You switched your book for one about the project and Sirius listened, pulling out his book. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there, talking over the project and exchanging information, but soon it was getting colder and even your scarves weren’t warm enough for the cool air.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” You said before letting out a yawn as you covered your face.

Sirius nodded as he stretched. “Agreed. I still have my question though.” You nodded, fighting off another yawn.

“Yep, what do you want to know?”

You both stood off, brushing off the grass as Sirius pondered for another second. “What’s your favorite color?”

You looked at him with astonishment. “That’s your question?” you asked and he nodded. “Out of everything you could’ve asked, you want to know my favorite color?”

Sirius doesn’t know why he chose that question, but seeing your confused reaction, he deemed it the right now. “Yep.”

“Y/F/C.” you said, letting your voice rise with amusement. Sirius pretended to make a mental note as you rolled your eyes, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “You’re going to forget.” You called over your shoulder as your heard Sirius jog to meet your strides as you walked.

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Miss Malfoy.” You looked at him out of the corner of your eyes, an action Sirius caught with a grin. “My memory? Spectacular.” He boasted and you nodded, stopping when Sirius and you were about to go separate ways.

“Good, at least then I know you’re not going to forget our study times? Tomorrow? Black Lake after classes?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll bring us a blanket.” He promised, making a mental note as you snorted.

“That’s cheeky.” You grinned before walking your way, hearing Sirius yell out to you.

“I meant for the ground! So, we don’t have to sit on the grass!” You glanced over your shoulder before you turned the corner, sending Sirius a wink as he stood in place, watching you disappear. “Cheeky.” He scoffed, finding the smile on his face not going away any time soon.

Sirius, despite his memory not being as perfect as he promised, was right on time for the project time the next day, and the day after that and every day for the next month, often getting there before you. He always had the blanket too, spreading it out on the ground as you both sat or laid on it, reading your books and working on McGonagall’s assignment.

You didn’t have much longer in the project, and Sirius and you were right on schedule to finish and if someone asked you, Sirius and you were starting to get along really well. Sirius felt the same way, he wasn’t expecting a friendship to blossom between the two of you, but it was so easy. You were so unlike how he expected. Sirius was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow as he flipped through the book in front of him, honestly getting a little bored of what he was reading. He sighed, eyes moving to you, slouched over and head leaning onto your palm as you flipped the page.

Feeling Sirius looking at you, you glanced up, meeting his eyes and smiled before looking back down. Sirius however never looked away, in fact, a weird feeling overcame him. There were butterflies in his stomach and they wouldn’t leave. Although, he wasn’t sure if he wanted them too.

“Sirius?” you looked up. The butterflies seemed to flutter faster as you called him by his name, no longer by Black. “You haven’t read in almost 5 minutes, are you alright?”

He nodded, a lazy smile on his face as he pushed back his long hair, running his fingers softly through it. “Just tired, Y/N. We’ve been working for a while.” He admitted and you agreed, slowly closing the book and leaning back on your palm, settling into a position to look at him.

“Finish the rest tomorrow? I honestly think we’re almost done.” You voice held disappointment you hoped Sirius hadn’t picked up on. If he did, he didn’t say anything. “Got today’s question?” Sirius smiled slowly. He loved the question part of the day. Some of them were things like favorite class, favorite animal, favorite food and others were ones like what your Boggart was, if you’ve ever had your heart broken, just personal questions. Sirius allowed you to ask him a couple too and mainly you just re-asked his questions, figuring if you had to answer them then he had to as well.

Sirius sat up as he looked at you, preparing to ask the question. “That first day of the project,” He began, earning a nod from you to continue, “why did you pretend to have a class?”

You gulped, making a face. You should’ve known he would’ve asked that sooner or later. “I didn’t want to be assumed the same as my brother.” You admitted quietly. Sirius felt awful for asking as soon as he did. He should’ve realized the reason. “We’re different people, with different ideals, different mannerisms. I didn’t want his legacy to become mine. I think when you asked me if I was like him,” your words slowly quieted as you looked out to the lake, taking a shaky breath, “I figured if people were going to assume who I was without figuring it out themselves, then I’d let them.”

Sirius just stared at you, a small smile on his face that was beginning to make you uncomfortable before he spoke up. “I think I’m figuring you out.”

You let out an unsteady breath. “You are, are you?”

“I think so. I do know one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“I like spending time with you.” His smile never faded from his face as you slowly smiled yourself.

“I like spending time with you, too.” You admitted, pulling your knees up as Sirius and you looked away from each other, feeling your cheeks heat up. The smile remained on your face until a few certain thoughts made their way into your mind and you had to remind yourself of a few things. The biggest thing?

He’s only spending time with you because he has to.

You cleared your throat, shoving the books and papers you had into your bag as you scurried off the ground. “Um, I almost forgot I have to do something!” you lied and right away, Sirius could tell. He didn’t say a thing as you backed away reminding him of tomorrow’s final worktime before you were gone, leaving Sirius alone to ponder what just happened.

That night, alone in your room, you finished up the project, putting the final touches and saving you the next few days of having to work with Sirius. You weren’t sure why you did it.

Maybe you didn’t want to force your presence upon Sirius anymore.

Maybe you figured it was better to detach yourself from Sirius before he could.

Or maybe you’ve realized the feelings you had every time Sirius smiled at you were no longer platonic.

The next day, Sirius had the blanket all set up by the time your study session came to start, he was seated, leaning against the tree as he waited for you. Today was going to be a big day for Sirius, he’d been telling his friends about you for the last month and after several nights of them trying to convince Sirius to tell you how he felt about you, he was going to. He was beginning to get a little concerned when you were late since you’d never been late before.

“Hey.” He heard behind him as he stood up, meeting your eyes as you stood back from the blanket. Her furrowed his brows, watching you fold your arms tight to your body.

“Is everything okay?” Sirius asked, trying to keep his voice lighthearted despite the dread in his chest.

You nodded, gulping and dropping your eyes. “I finished the project last night.”

“You what?” Sirius asked, unsure why you would do that. “I thought we were going to finish it together.”

The silence that crossed you both made Sirius uncomfortable. “Well, now we don’t have to.”

“Did I do something? If this was about the questions-“

“It’s not about the questions, Black.” Sirius’ heart dropped as you called him by his last name. “Look, the project’s over, you don’t have to be forced to spend time with me anymore, you can go back to pranking with your friends and I can go back to my books and avoiding everyone.” You started to turn around and head back to the school but obviously Sirius ran after you, grabbing your hand to turn you around.

“Hey, I was never forced to hang out with you.” He tried to counter but you just shot him a look, putting a smile on your face to hide much this was actually hurting you.

“If we were never assigned as partners, you’d still be thinking I was like Lucius, probably talking about me behind my back and your friends would be-“

“Don’t.” Sirius cut you off, not wanting you to take a trip down that path. He took a breath, trying to keep his voice low. “Y/N, If I never sat with James on the train in first year, I wouldn’t have any of my friends. If I stayed with my family, I would’ve grown up like them. If I hadn’t talked back to McGonagall that day she was assigning partners and if you hadn’t laughed at it, we never would’ve become what we are.” Your breathing hitched as he spoke. He was right though, just because you were forced to work on the project together doesn’t mean you can’t now be friends. Or more.

“What are we?” you whispered, feeling the cold nip at the unshed tears in your eyes.

Sirius stared into your beautiful eyes, sparkling as the midday sun shined upon them. “I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.” He admitted, taking a step closer to you when he realized he was still holding your hand.

You looked down at your hands, Sirius’ fitting perfectly with yours and you felt the warmth spread from his touch. “I have a question for you today.” You whispered as you met his eyes again. Sirius nodded, licking his lips in nerves. “How do you feel about me?”

Sirius didn’t say anything at first. He knew exactly how he felt, but saying it out loud was another thing. He cleared his throat, feeling you squeeze his hand as he squeezed back. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Both of your eyes widened at Sirius’ honesty. He thought you’d let go of his hand, maybe call him out for being crazy but you didn’t. Instead you smiled at him, a bright wide smile that had Sirius’ heart souring. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself, unsure of what to say. “You’re serious?”

“In more than one way.” He joked and you rolled your eyes, well aware of Sirius’ jokes. He brought a hand up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N.” he repeated.

“Well, I have news for you, Sirius.” He smiled at you as grabbed his other hand, letting your fingers intertwine. “I’ve fallen for you as well.”

Sirius celebrated, letting go of your hands as he pumped his hands in the air as he remained on cloud nine. You laughed as you watched him, your smile stretching your face before Sirius stopped what he was doing and grabbed your hands fast, scaring you by his sudden moments. “I still have my question.” He beamed.

“Okay?”

Sirius’ eyes flickered down to your lips and you already knew what he wanted to ask. He slowly pulled you closer to him, your bodies pressed together until you could feel Sirius’ breath meeting yours and both of your eyes slowly closed. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you closed the distance between your lips, feeling Sirius move his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers threading loosely into your head as he deepened the kiss. You were breathless, drowning in the feeling of Sirius and you never wanted to come up for air.

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Keeping Up The Act

This is my post for @angelinathebook ‘s 300 Follower Writing Challenge. When I first saw this prompt I just knew it had to be a fake dating oneshot.  I hope you enjoy! P.S I couldn’t find any info for who taught before Professor Sinistra, so enjoy me making up another teacher :’) P.P.S yes I know it’s overboard, but he’s Sirius Black and I can’t help myself

4. “I wish I’d never met you.”

Pairing; Sirius x Reader

Word count; 4,311

Warnings; mentions of sex, FLUFF, a n g s t, pretty dialogue heavy, cursing

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He was handsome, smart, kind, funny, and a rebel. So basically, everything you wanted. But he wasn’t yours.

You wondered if he’d ever fall for someone. You had seen him flirt, how could you not? He flirted in the common room, in the halls, even in the classroom if he could get away with it. But you’d never actually seen or heard of him to go out with someone. Maybe love just wasn’t his thing. However, despite your observations, your heart seemed to have different ideas.

Sirius Black had found your heart and made a home for himself there, and he was completely unaware of it. You’d been there for him for years, but your love for him grew slowly, and that was your problem. Because you didn’t know love. Until you met him, that was.

It was late in the Gryffindor common room, the was fire casting golden light around the room as you sat there, trying your best to finish the Astronomy essay that Professor Sidus had set you. Try as you might, gazing out of the window up at the night sky did not spark any inspiration as to what to write for the extra two inches of parchment you had yet to fill.

You didn’t notice the portrait door swing open, and gave a start when he plopped next to you on the sofa.

“Alright there, Y/N?” Sirius laughed, leaning back into the sofa cushions.

“I was, and then you turned up,” you said, shooting him a grin before picking up your quill and scratching out a few more words.

“Charming as always,” he rolled his eyes, scooching next to you and draping an arm over your shoulder. “What are you working on?” You ignored the butterflies in your chest and his question, continuing to write your essay. “Oh, I did that a few days ago. I can help, if you like.”

“You want something, don’t you?” you asked, turning to face him. “What is it you want?”

“Damn, that obvious?”

You snorted. “Sirius, you never do your homework.”

“Alright, you got me there,” he sighed, hugging you to his side and forcing you to lean back with him.

“How can I help exactly?”

“Ah, now you’re asking the right questions!” he said enthusiastically,” So you see, there’s this girl-”

“There always is with you,” you quipped, sending him a look.

“Normally I’d be offended, but you’re cute, so I’ll let you off,” he said, sending you a wink, noticing your stained cheeks but saying nothing. “So there’s this Hufflepuff girl, Pearl Itō, and I want to make her jealous.”

“And you want my help?” you said warily. Pearl Itō was probably one of the prettiest and most popular girls in your year, so how on earth could someone like you make her of all people jealous?

“Exactly that. I was thinking, we date for a bit, hold hands, kiss, whatever-”

“We date?! Black, are you completely mad?” you said, giving him an incredulous look.

“Please?” he asked, giving you puppy eyes and making your resolve crumble.

“And w-why should I?” you stuttered out.

“Because I really like her and you love me?” he pouted, batting his eyelashes and grabbing your hands.

You chewed the inside of your cheek slightly, he had hit too close to home without even meaning too. And damn his stupid puppy dog eyes! “Fine.”

“Thank you so much! You’re the best, you know that right?” he said, kissing your hands and then kissing the crease between your brows, making it melt away in surprise.

“I’m really not,” you blushed, looking at anything that wasn’t him. “Why didn’t you ask someone else?”

“Because,” he said, tilting your chin up so that you met his grey eyes,” you’re the only person I’d want to do it with,” he smiled, making them crinkle ever so slightly.

Your cheeks burned and he grinned at you, hugging you back to his side and interlacing your hands together. Your heart was ringing in your ears, this could not be real.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, cocking a brow and raising your joined hands.

“Practice. We can hardly have you blushing all the time if we’re trying to convince people we’re a couple,” he smirked.

That only made you blush harder than ever, surely making you look like a lobster as you facepalmed with your free hand. He barked out a laugh as you stole a glance at him.

He was a stupid boy, with his stupid black curls, stupid pretty eyes, stupid laugh-

“Enjoying the view?” he grinned.

“Oh, fuck off, I know you like the attention,” you shot back at him, giving him a look.

“That I do,” he smiled softly at you, and you had to remind yourself not to stare again.

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Winter sunlight was streaming into the Transfiguration classroom as the whole class sat in silence with McGonagall writing on the board and you hurrying to copy the homework down before the bell for lunch chimed.

You had just gotten to the last few words, writing so fast your hand ached when the bell rang. You jumped, spilling loose sheets of parchment on the floor as students packed their quills and ink away. You scrambled to pick all the sheets up, stuffing them haphazardly into your bag.

You went to pick up the final sheet when a hand was placed over yours. You looked up, meeting Sirius’ familiar grey gaze as he smiled at you. It was like an electric shock went through your entire arm, and you jerked it away, snatching the parchment up in the process.

“You’re so cliché,” you mumbled, shouldering your bag and trying to shake the feeling you had earlier. You heard him let out a bark of laughter as you left the classroom, walking your way to lunch. You sighed. “Why are you following me like you’re lost?” you said, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Funnily enough, when I’m in a relationship with someone I actually like I try to spend time with them when I can,” he said, catching up with you easily and looping an arm around your waist.

“Careful, don’t say that too loudly,” you laughed as you nodded to the group of girls, including Pearl Itō, who were sending you jealous looks as you walked past.

“That’s the point, love,” he said, kissing your temple and making your mind whirl. He dipped his head lower to whisper in your ear,” You know, I’m getting tired of just kissing the side of your head. And it’s not very believable, of course,” he added as an afterthought.

At that moment a part of you died and went to heaven. Surely, he must have known how much his words were affecting you?

“Believable by your standards is shagging in broom cupboards,” you said, knocking hips with him.

“Why? Want to go the extra mile?” he smirked.

“Sirius!”

“Careful, love, we’re not at the broom cupboard yet,” he grinned, watching your cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, shaking your head as you turned the corner.

“Ouch! It’s hot!” he said, placing a hand on one of your burning cheeks.

“Piss off, Black,” you frowned, fighting the smile that was creeping onto your face.

But it was too late now, as much as you’d hate to admit it, you were utterly committed to this fake relationship. Which was a surprise to you, considering how fast it had happened, and it left you to wonder how much it was a façade.

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It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Sirius had insisted that you both go on a date. The snow was falling thick and fast as December was soon approaching, the air you breathed hanging in the air.

“Merlin, it’s freezing,” you grinned, looking at the surrounding buildings that were frosted with snow.

“I can think of a few activities that would be sure to warm you up,” Sirius smirked from beside you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, knocking shoulders with him and making him stumble into a snowdrift.

“Oh, gee thanks. I was going to be the gentleman and offer you my scarf, but now my socks are soaked, so I think I’ll pass,” he frowned at you.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you said, rolling your eyes and drying him off with a charm.

“And I would’ve forgiven you had you not called me that,” he said, trying and failing to look offended as you suppressed a smile.

“Then will you forgive me if I buy us butterbeer?” you said nonchalantly, pretending to inspect your nails.

“And they say chivalry is dead!” he mock gasped, taking your hand and dragging you to the Three Broomsticks.

As soon as you stepped through the threshold you were greeted with a rush of warmth. It appeared every other couple at Hogwarts had the same idea as Sirius and you since every table hosted a few teenagers that seemed to be snogging the face of the other, occasionally accompanied by an unfortunate third wheel.

When you looked up at Sirius his face was scrunched up and his mouth pressed to the side as he looked at them go at it. Even Madam Rosmerta seemed to be uncomfortable as she polished the beer glasses behind the bar.

“Antsy to go snog some poor unsuspecting girl?” you asked, his head turning to face you.

“You should already know I only have eyes for one girl,” he winked, squeezing your hand. “We’ll make this quick, I can’t bear to stay here any longer.”

“Good call. Stay here, I’ll only be a minute,” you smiled, taking your purse from your coat pocket.

He cleared his throat, eyes flitting to somewhere over your head. “I think I’ll join you.”

You were about to protest, but he shot you a look and you immediately shut your mouth. He brushed your shoulder as he passed and walked to the bar, and you then realised why he had insisted. A woman, clearly completely wrecked, was demanding more firewhiskey from Madam Rosmerta who was pretending not to notice her.

Sirius leaned on the counter, providing a buffer between you and the woman. Always the gentleman, your mind said. Shut up, the more reasonable part of your mind replied.

“If I’m gonna pay for it, give it ‘ere!” she slurred, making a lousy lunge at Rosmerta, who rolled her eyes.

“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to cut you off-”

“Bloody hell!” Before the woman could yell any more abuse at Rosmerta, Sirius wrapped on the counter with his knuckles.

“Hello! Just a couple of innocent teenagers over here who would like to have two bottles of butterbeer to go, please and thank you,” Sirius said, grinning at the relieved Rosmerta and cocking a brow at the drunk woman.

You peered over his shoulder at the woman, who was helping herself to all of the free peanuts on the counter, stuffing them in her mouth and pockets. You grimaced.

“Someone hasn’t heard of ‘less is more’,” you said under your breath. Sirius nearly laughed, but the woman looked at you.

She staggered from her seat over to the two of you, pointing at gnarled finger at your chest until Sirius moved over to block you again. He proved to be a big enough buffer since she stumbled on her cloak, toppling onto the floor, as your bottles of butterbeer were on placed on the counter.

You slammed the gold onto the counter, with Sirius snatching the bottles from the counter, before speed walking your way out the pub. Once you were out the door, you couldn’t keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing, clutching your sides as a tear slid down your face. The whole situation was completely ridiculous.

“You nearly got beaten up by a drunk hag!” you sputtered, wiping the tear away as you looked up at Sirius.

“Worth it,” Sirius said with a goofy smirk. “Say, Y/N, you wouldn’t care for a cauldron cake as well, would you?”

“Sure-”

“Awesome. Stay right there, I’ll be back in a minute,” he winked, shoving the butterbeers into your arms and jogging over to Honeydukes opposite.

Not sure what to do with yourself, you made your way over to a nearby bench and sat on it. He was ridiculous, completely and utterly ridiculous, and yet, you couldn’t help liking him anyway. You glanced over at sweet shop, seeing him in the window as he was talking to Pearl Itō. Your heart dropped.

She was making a big show of laughing and tossing her long black hair behind her as she touched his arm. He seemed to be enjoying the attention, leaning against the wall and smiling.

Jealousy bubbled painfully in your heart. You had no right to feel this way, you scolded yourself. This was what he wanted, and you were just a convenient way of getting it. You sighed, looking down at the ground, drawing patterns in the snow with the tip of your shoe.

“I got them, ready to get going?”

You looked up at him. He extended a hand for you to take and you ignored it as you stood up and walked beside him. He slung an arm around you instead.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, giving you a worried look.

“I’m fine.”

“Anyone who says ‘I’m fine’ is almost always never fine,” he said, looking at you in disbelief.

You sighed. “Just drop it.”

“Consider it dropped.”

Sirius steered the two of you through the crowds of students (who mainly seemed to be girls stopping to gawk at you both) as you made your way to the Shrieking Shack. You climbed up the snowy hill, holding Sirius’ arm as to not fall ass over apple cart.

You waved your wand, defrosting the bench and taking a seat. From there you had a perfect view of the Shrieking Shack, with Hogwarts castle in the background and even further back, the faint grey outline of the mountains behind.

“Wow.”

“It’s quite something, isn’t it?” he smiled at your amazed face, passing you a bottle of butterbeer and a cauldron cake. “Cheers.”

You clinked your bottles together, gulping the beer in hopes the cinnamon spice would warm you in the sub-zero air. Instead, you coughed and spluttered whilst Sirius laughed at you, patting you on the back.

“What the hell is this?”

“Special Christmas edition butterbeer. New recipe,” he added, watching your expression sour.

“Blimey, could’ve held off on the extra spices,” you muttered, sipping it more carefully.

“Yeah, probably should’ve warned you,” he said, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Cauldron cake?”

And so you sat there, cautiously sipping your overly spiced drink and nibbling your cake. It was nice sitting next to Sirius in silence as snowflakes fell around you and dusted the landscape. A feeling you definitely could get used to. Shut up Y/N! Don’t get attached.

“So, d’you reckon it’s haunted?” he said after a while, nodding over to the Shrieking Shack.

“Dunno. Either way, I’m not going in there,” you said flatly.

“Aw, Y/N/N, you scared?” he cooed.

“Dust allergy.”

“Ah, right. That’ll do it.”

“Yeah, it will,” you agreed before shivering again.

“You sure it’s just a dust allergy?” he smirked, brushing some fallen snow of his shoulder.

“I... I feel like we’re being watched,” you murmured, turning back to a gathering of trees. You heard a twig snap and saw the flash of a cloak behind a tree. Not even a moment later you heard giggles. “Pearl’s friends,” you sighed.

“Hey, don’t worry about them,” he said softly, drawing your attention back to him.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, giving him a tight smile.

You both sat in silence again, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the last. You shifted uneasily in your seat, trying to ignore the tension and the occasional giggle from nearby.

A particularly cruel gust of wind blew by and you shivered violently, drawing your shoulders up as you tried to retain whatever little body heat you had left.

Sirius sighed before unwinding his scarf, bumping your shoulder as to get your attention. You turned towards him, and before you could say a word he was wrapping the scarf around you.

“Thanks...” you said, voice getting lost in the wind.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, meeting your eyes.

Neither of you had clocked how close your faces had gotten. You couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks were flushed after being in the cold for so long, that he had the faintest hint of freckles dusted across his nose, and that his eyes were dark and stormy enough to match the sky above. You also couldn’t help but notice that the wind had painted his lips an almost sinful red and that they looked softer than anything.

A stray snowflake drifted from the sky, landing perfectly on his cheekbone. You raised a hand to brush it away, and he caught it, capturing your lips too for good measure.

The first time he kissed you, you knew you could never turn back. He was going to break your heart and you would happily let him, if he kissed you like that. He tasted like cinnamon and sugar, and he felt like heaven. You carded a hand through his hair and you felt him almost moan into the kiss, driving you insane.

Sirius tangled his fingers through your hair, gently tugging the roots to give him better access and it was right then you decided your soul left your body. He nipped your bottom lip, before soothing it with his tongue, and smiling into the kiss as he felt you melt into him.

You pulled away from him to catch your breath, forehead resting on his and vaguely aware of the giggles and footsteps getting further away from you.

“How was that for acting?” he breathed, squeezing your hand.

“Always knew you were born for the silver screen,” you laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as hollow to him as it did to you.

Your soul rudely crashed back down to earth, snapping your heart in two. This is what this was. An act.

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You hurried back to the Gryffindor common room having spent too long in the library, not long after curfew. The corridors were frigid and it made dread crawl up your spine as you walked your way there, fearing every corner you turned that you would run into a teacher; or even worse, Filch.

You were making your way to the Entrance Hall, using the dim light from your wand to light your way since the cold draught that blew through the castle had already extinguished the torches. You were crossing the Entrance Hall by now, your footsteps reverberating off the high ceiling and blowing any previous chance at stealth you might have had.

“So, you’re Black’s new toy, right?” a voice said.

You turned, facing a group of girls from all different Houses approach you. There had to be at least a dozen. You lifted your wand, hoping that they got the message that you were prepared to fight if you had to.

A girl with platinum hair laughed with no humour, you guessed she was the voice’s owner. “Oh, we don’t want to fight you, Y/N. We just want to talk.”

“Then how come you have a whole entourage with you?” you asked, sounding much braver than you felt.

She smiled unkindly. “We all have the same question, and we all want to hear the answer directly from the whore’s mouth,” she finished, a few girls behind her snickering.

“That was a cheap shot,” you frowned.

“But a good one,” she said as the rest of the girls came forward, creating a semicircle around you and blocking off the exits. “So, how did you do it?,” she asked, rocking back on her heels and looking at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry?”

“As you should be, but that doesn’t answer my question,” she sneered.

“Y/N?” Sirius’ voice called from the top of the staircase.

“Oh, this is perfect! The man of the hour is here and we can ask him ourselves,” the girl said, clapping her hands.

“Y/N, I got worried so I went to look for you,” Sirius said, jogging over to you and taking your hand in his, squeezing it. You didn’t realise it had been trembling.

“So what is it, Black? What is this girl to you?” a new girl said, stepping forward and revealing herself to be the girl you worked with in Potions. You gulped, she had always been so nice to you...

“She’s my girlfriend,” he said confidently.

“But is she? Look at her! Really look at her! What is it you see in her?” the girl probed, watching him with wild eyes.

“I don’t have to answer that and we don’t have to be here,” he said,” C’mon, Y/N/N, we’re leaving,” he tugged your hand, prompting you to go with him.

“We all know you don’t love her! Everyone in the castle knows what you have isn’t real!” the platinum-haired girl screamed.

“For the love of Merlin, would you please just fuck off?” he yelled at them, watching their faces flinch at his words. You hoped it hurt.

“Sirius, we should just go...” you tried, pulling his arm to no avail. He had planted his feet and he was not backing away from this fight.

“Prove it then! If you care, prove that she means something to you,” the girl from Potions said desperately, egging him on.

Sirius turned to you, jaw clenched and grey eyes set ablaze. He looked so terribly beautiful at that moment, and you hated it.

This wasn’t him.

He pulled you to him by the waist, dipping his head to capture your lips. He couldn’t bring you close enough, hands gripping you close to him like you might leave, his lips harsh and desperate against your own making you wish that you were once again in the snow at Hogsmeade where he had been so gentle with you. It was a bruising kiss that should have marked you as his. But you weren’t, and it was a lie.

Sirius pulled away, cupping your face in his hands and looking into your eyes in a way that broke the remainder of your heart. He looked so earnest.

“I love you,” he whispered, letting it echo off the walls as it cruelly reminded you that this wasn’t real.

This was an act.

So you pulled the curtain down once and for all, shoving him away and letting the tears fall freely as you ran. Away from him, away from the hope and the pain that he had given you; back to the solitude you could hide in. The solitude that shielded you and didn’t whisper untrue words like he did.

You found your old friend solitude by the Black Lake, letting the cold wind and cold truth envelop you after ignoring it for so long. Your lungs burned for air and your mind screamed for him. It was too bad his did too.

“Y/N! Y/N - please!” he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn to him. “Why did you run?”

“You can’t be serious!” you spat angrily.

“I said I love you! Why did you run?” he begged, his voice breaking at the end.

“Because you lied, Sirius, and I wish you didn’t. I can’t pretend about something that feels too real. I’m sorry if that ruins your plan,” you said, not being able to tolerate how broken he looked.

“I wasn’t lying! I never was with you! Everything - every single bit was real!”

“It was never real,” you bit your lip as you wrenched your arm away from him,” It was an act, every minute of it fake. And I wish it wasn’t, and I wish I’d never met you. That would’ve been so much easier than falling in love with you,” you whispered, looking at his wretchedly beautiful face, bathed in the pale moonlight.

“But I love you too,” he said softly.

“No, you don’t.”

He ran a hand through his hair before picking up a stone and skipping it across the surface of the lake. You watched as the stone skimmed the water, rippling with each bounce. There was a silence between you again, a new one you had yet to experience with him. And like so many things, he broke it.

“I loved you when we studied in the library and laughed in the halls. When we went to Hogsmeade,” he laughed a little,” I knew I loved you then too. I loved you right from the beginning and I’ll love you right to the end. For longer, if possible.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked weakly, biting the inside of your cheek as fresh tears threatened to fall.

“Because I want you to give me another chance, and I want you to know I won’t waste it,” he whispered, and you only heard because he was standing in front of you, reaching out to hold your hand gently in his.

In one fluid movement, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his chest. He held you to him, whispering how sorry he was, promising to never hurt you like that again, and you couldn’t help but believe him.

Once you both calmed down and your heartbeats finally slowed, he cupped your cheek, loving the way you leaned into his hand. He couldn’t quite describe how much he hated to see you so hurt. So he kissed you again, hoping you would understand that he was truly sorry that you had left and that he was so grateful you had returned. Back to him, and back to how it should have been all along.

Fin.

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Happier Without You (George Weasley x reader) (past!Blaise Zabini x reader)

For @angelinathebook‘s 300 challenge. So this was originally meant to be Blaise Zabini x reader but it kinda became a George Weasley x reader so enjoy.

Prompt: 15. “You’ve changed” “Yeah, I’m happier without you”

Content Warning: scars, mention of torture and war

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You touch up your lipstick in the hall mirror, blotting it with your index finger as you purse your lips at your reflection. Your fingers worry at the hem of your dress as you give yourself the once-over again, critically eyeing every line and blemish. You hadn’t worn something this revealing in years, not since before the Battle. Before, when everything had been a lot simpler. And you were still nervous of the way scars poked out from beneath the neckline, tugging it higher as your reflection warped more and more. Tonight was the evening of a celebratory ball for the anniversary of the battle, a memorial for those who passed and a reminder of the bright future you all had to look forward to. But when you think about it, your stomach twists, a gut-wrenching nausea racing through you.

George had convinced you to come, pressing light kisses over every scar as he’d made sure to reiterate just how bloody beautiful he found you. You lightly trace the silvery lines crisscrossing over your collarbones, glistening under the warm hall light. A weariness settles deep into your bones as your eyes prickle. Footsteps dashing down the stairs broke you from your reverie and you roll your shoulders back, straightening your posture.

“You ready, darling?”

You hum in response, flashing George a tired smile as he joins you by the mirror. He presses a gentle kiss into the side of your head, straightening his bow tie in the mirror. Every time you see him, your heart skips a beat, reminding you how lucky you are that someone like him loves you. And how little you deserve his affection.

“We don’t have to stay any longer than you want to.”

The ball is in full swing as you arrive, clusters of people gathered round the edges of the hall. A soft glow is cast by the candles hanging just above head height, the polished floorboards glistening gold. Parvati and Lavender, who you hadn’t seen since their wedding, accost you almost immediately, dragging you away from George. You flash him a grimace, eyes crinkling as you let them tug you along.

“How are you?” Padma pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight and suddenly you remember how much you missed everyone. You’d withdrawn after the Battle, unsure how to cope with the hollow emptiness sucking in any emotions. Then, like an angel sent from above, you bumped into George at the Third-Hand Book Emporium, in a quite literal sense. You’d been scouring the shelves for a limited First Folio edition of Shakespeare’s unperformed play when you’d collided and immediately started apologising. He’d dragged you from whatever hole you’d found yourself in and you couldn’t ever repay him.

“Good, good, and you?”

“All good, I have missed you so much, hun.”

Hermione is the next to greet you, hair pulled back in an elegant updo. You haven’t seen her since the Battle, feeling the flash of pain mirrored in her expression as you remember those you lost. There was something bittersweet in the air, the joyful atmosphere undercut by the sombre grief still so keenly felt. Her arm brushes Ron’s, who is looking dapper in a set of dark robes that are much more fetching than those he wore to the Yule Ball. You tell him as much, with a laugh, and he pulls a face. It’s almost like being back at school, just without the fear of seeing a teacher ready to tell you off for dawdling.

You glance across the room, making eye contact with George, who grins in reply. He’s deep in conversation with his housemates; his being a couple years above had meant that your relationship had only blossomed out of the confines of Hogwarts. He seems enthralled in the conversation, enthused in a way you only saw when he was talking about one of his many passions. You pull yourself away from your thoughts, turning back to the conversation around you.

Seamus and Dean stride over, the former looking smug, although slightly sooty, as Dean rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Sorry we’re late, this one decided that our basement needed to become a bombsite again.”

You lift a hand shyly, shifting from foot to foot. You feel sort of out of place here, amongst people who had clearly seen each other recently, whereas you’d dropped off the map as soon as you could. But before you could let your insecurities overwhelm you, Dean is already pulling you into a hug. Your nose is buried into his shoulder and you relish in the brotherly affection.

“I missed you, squirt.” He ruffles your hair with his knuckles, and you push him off, quickly trying to sort out your updo.

“’M sorry,” you murmur, and he just pulls you in tight again.

As everyone relaxes into the ease of familiarity, the band begins to pick up. The crooning vocals of Myron Wagtail fill the room as couples start to break away from the edges and onto the dance floor. Flowing fabrics swish, their bright colours lifting the atmosphere of the room. You feel a hand clasp loosely onto your wrist and smile up at George, who presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mind if I steal her away?”

Lavender grins, shooing the two of you away. You start swaying in his arms, letting him lead you as couples twirl and pass you haphazardly. If there was anything that wizards were good at, it was chaos. As you sink into his arms, warmth kindling in your heart, your eyes catch on a familiar figure. Your feet stutter as his brown eyes snare yours.

What the hell was he doing here?

“You alright, darling?” George’s concerned face snaps you away from the confusion brewing within you.

“Yeah, just a bit spaced,” you paused. “I’m just going to pop to the bathroom.”

You break from him, smile dropping as you trudge out the room. You feel exhausted, limbs sagging as you clamber the stairs. Pausing in front of the gilded mirror, you sigh. You look tired, the light striking your features harshly, highlighting the dark bags and puffy skin. People pass you, faceless figures chatting, and you ignore them.

Blaise stares at you, paling as he takes you in. He nods at you, swallowing harshly and you force a smile to keep your face from twisting into a sour grimace.

“Hello Blaise.”

“Y/N.” He’s cautious in his actions, acting as if you were a cornered animal. Still trying to protect you. And the only thing you ever needed protecting from was him. “You’ve changed.”

“Yeah, I’m happier without you,” you bite back, relishing in the hurt flashing across his features. You smile, saccharine sweet. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be getting back to my friends… You know, the kind of people who would defend me against torturers.”

You roll your shoulders back, pursing your lips and turning on your heel.

Blaise watches you stride off, a soft pang tugging at his chest. He winces. He couldn’t blame you, but it still hurt to see you happy without him. He had watched you spinning around the dance floor, in the arms of another man. The familiar giggle had caught his ear and the expression on your face had stopped his breath. He had never seen you look so in love, eyes alit, as you smiled up at someone who wasn’t him.

The stabbing pain had subsided by now to a dull ache, low in his stomach as it churns unhappily. You’re long gone from his vision. He is left staring into space, eyes vacant and misty as he thinks about what could have been. If only he hadn’t been such a coward.

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Smother

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 650 (wow so little? I’m embarrassed 😅)

Prompt: “Why won’t you let me smother you?”

Summary: fluff. fluff fluff fluff. all the fluff. everything is fluff :)

Written for @angelinathebook’s 300 follower writing challenge!

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If someone had told you even a year ago that you'd soon be spending most of your free time in a boy's bedroom, you'd have laughed in their face at the idea. However, you soon realized it was the case, as you spent a lot of time with your best-friend-turned-boyfriend, Peter Parker.

In fact, you spent so much time at his house, May knew you by name after three days and your parents invited Peter over for 'dinner' after four. Your school gossiped about the two of you in the beginning, but you didn't care and neither did Peter. When they noticed how unbothered you both were, they stopped and Flash Thompson's love life became the topic on everybody's lips.

You were currently in his bedroom again, lying with your limbs sprawled out on his bed while he bent himself over his AP chemistry homework. You didn't take AP chemistry, and having finished your own homework half an hour ago, you were now bored and craving his attention.

"Peter..." you whined, dragging out the syllables of his name. "I'm bored. Are you almost done?"

He barely glanced up from the complicated formulas, formulas you couldn't even decipher if you tried.

"Baby, you can go talk to Aunt May if you want. I'm still gonna be busy for a while." Maybe to others that would sound different, but you could hear the smile in his voice and you knew he wanted to spend time with you too.

You wanted to respond, but then you figured he'd be done sooner if you didn't bother him, so you kept yourself busy admiring the birds on his neighbor's roof.

Of course, when they flew off, you fell back into your pit of boredom. Maybe you should go talk to May. You liked his aunt, and it would be more interesting than sitting here with nothing more than your thoughts to entertain you.

God, you loved Peter, but why did you have to pick such a studious boyfriend? Okay, maybe it wasn't a bad thing, as he could help you whenever you didn't understand things, but sometimes you got somewhat clingy moods and you just wanted to spend time with him.

"Peter..." you drawled out, dropping yourself back onto his pillows. "It's only due Monday and I wanna smother you. Why won't you let me smother you?"

"Smother me?" He turned around, his cute, amused grin only amplifying your urge to cuddle him.

"Well, yeah, in love and attention. Oh, and kisses. Don't forget the kisses."

He chuckled at that, running a hand absentmindedly through his brown locks. "Okay. I won't let you smother me because then I won't feel like working, and I have to finish this. Then we can have all weekend for cuddles and 'smothering.'"

"Okay," you sighed. "But please tell me you're almost done. And not your definition of 'almost done,' my definition."

"Yeah, baby, I'll be right there."

True to his word, he slammed his book shut ten minutes later, jumping out of his seat and joining you on the bed.

"Yay!" You made space for him, lifting your head so he could slip his arm underneath. His warmth seeped through his shirt to your back and you snuggled into him.

“God, you’re adorable,” he mumbled.

“No, you are. And you promised me kisses.”

You propped yourself up on his chest so you could look at him. His cheeks were tinted pink, but at least his face didn’t turn into a tomato the way it did when you first kissed him. Although, you had to admit, it was really cute.

“I did, didn’t I?” He hummed, leaning up on his elbows and pressing his lips to yours. “How was that?”

“Well, it’s a great start, but kisses means more than one, Peter.”

“As my lady wishes.” He grinned, kissing you again, and many more times that evening.

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[sunflowersteves]

loving you is what i do || s.r.

summary ||  you and Steve were normally all giggles and flirty sayings but after a mission went wrong, you wanted nothing to do with that stupid asshole blonde.

prompt || “You don’t control me. You don’t own me.”

author’s note || Congrats on 300 @angelinathebook​! I bet by now it’s more but still, congrats!! This was way longer than I expected sjsjsj. I hope you all enjoy it!

warnings || swearing, angst, fluff, a bit asshole!steve, insecurities, small description of dead/hurt children

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Steve ‘stupid head’ Rogers was the utter bane of your existence. It has only been two hours and you already miss his warmth he’d always send your way. He’d softly flirt with you and this certain smile would caress his features any times his eyes would set on you. He’d tease and poke at you but delicate, loving touches would fall onto your hands or thighs that felt like fire on your skin. The two of you would always sit right next to each other during movie nights with bright grins and flustered hands inching towards each other.

You sighed as you hugged your pillow, laying on your bed. A couple of tears had run down your cheeks as you could almost still hear Steve scream that he loved you. However, it was all in the heat of the moment in an argument. He didn’t really mean it, right? You shook your head as you were never really sure. He still kept Peggy’s picture in a locket that was near him at all times. You didn’t necessarily blame him as you know that she was his only connection to his past.

You sniffled and continued to watch your fan move around in circles, staring straight up. You still couldn’t quite believe his words. He had declared those three little words that you have been dying to hear since he melted out of the ice. But your insecurities had still gotten the better of you. Peggy was an amazing, intelligent, and kind person, not to mention a badass person at that. You felt like you couldn’t compare, even though you were just as great.   

You and Steve had just been sent on a mission that Fury strictly made to only track and report. Both of you had a pretty bad habit of engaging when told not to but everyone else was doing other missions. Even though Steve was practically the size of a brick wall, you were the only one’s left that fit the job description. You were assigned to, silently, infiltrate a Hydra ship that contained highly dangerous weapons. There were rumors that Hydra had been planning to steal a bunch of mutants and brainwash them into weapons, which is why Fury made clear it was to only be a track and report mission. You two got onto the quinjet and set it on autopilot, gearing up before arriving.

Eventually, you spotted the large dark blue cargo ship and flipped on the cloaking device so the quinjet would be hidden in case the clouds moved. You then jump into the water, silently hoping your bodies hitting the water with such force wouldn’t be too noisy. You breaststroked your way towards the ship, hands cupping through icy cold water. 

Steve lifts you onto the cargo ship with him not far behind. You then notice two men standing outside on the deck. You grab one of the men from behind and cover his mouth. Immediately, you hit a couple of his pressure points which makes him fall limp to the ground.

Steve silently nods towards you and you see he’s silenced the other guy. You were able to sneak around into the main portion of the boat, feeling the warm air of the air conditioning. Your eyes went wide as you heard soft noises start to become louder and louder. Steve instantly grabbed you and you were stuffed into a small supply closet. 

Your heart was beating too fast, his broad chest pressed softly against yours. Your breathing hitched and your eyes slowly moved up to his face. His head was already down, staring intently at you. You opened your mouth to say something but it quickly closed. Your hands started to move up against his chest and his large hands fit perfectly onto your hips. You leaned in slightly and his eyes were flickering from your eyes to your lips. Your heart was beating right out of your chest and your hands gripped his chest just a bit harder. 

A loud scream made the two of you jump out of your own skin. A flustered expression twisted into his face and the two of you couldn’t bear to look at each other. “Yeah, um, w-we should, uh, go.” He scratched the back of his head. “Y-yeah! Um, yeah we should.” When the coast was clear, you got out of the closet and went searching for a computer to override. 

You walked into the main control area and hurriedly put in a USB to grab any information you could. You were easily able to hack into it as the password wasn’t hard to figure out and you automated it to grab any information you could. Steve stood right behind you, keeping watch on the door. 

You muttered a small “shit” as loud sirens started to sound around the ship, clear Russian poking through the speakers. “Ship has been compromised. Ship has been compromised.” You two take a quick glance, Steve eyes telling you to hurry up and you yelp in glee as it finishes loading all of the documents, taking it out of the computer. You two run out of the control room but your eyes widen as a bunch of Hydra men were waiting with big guns. 

You promptly turn the corner, running as fast as you could right behind Steve until there was a dead end with a steel door. Steve busts it open with ease and you both run inside. Your panting became loud, disrupting the quiet atmosphere. You look around, and a sad whimper escapes your throat.

In the room was a bunch of cages, clearly wired to shock anything that touches the metal bars. In each cage held a small child. Your heart thumped against your chest as you dared to look at some of the children. They had been beaten, bettered, and many were killed. Steve was just about to pull the two of you out of there until you heard crying.

Steve grasped your wrist but you shook your head and inched towards the noise. “Y/n,” he warned but you felt the need to protect this child. You knew what Hydra would do. Hell, Steve knew what they would do to the kid. So leaving them behind wasn’t an option. You slowly walked up to the little girl and crouched in front of her. She sat, curled up in a ball, in the farthest corner of the cell.

You could hear her whimpers but you spoke as softly as you could. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to get you out of here.” The girl was very wary of you at first, not believing a single word you’ve said but then she hears the men trotting up the hall. Steve yells at you to leave but you tried to break the metal bars instead. The little girl stared at you wide-eyed as you screamed at the electric shock the bars were giving you. You were able to break them in pieces, all of the men with very big weapons stood in the middle of the room.

Steve didn’t say a word as the three of you became surrounded. You stand your ground, keeping the girl securely safe right behind you while Steve was groaning at the mess you were all in now. Before you could react, the girl swiftly moves in front of you and freezes all of the men into big ice cubes. Your mouth is agape as their whole bodies were covered in ice, the room becoming slightly colder in temperature.

You all run out of the room and turn the corners of the hallway. Just as you were about to move out of the indoor areas, you were ambushed by two men. They were quick, aiming the gun straight at the little girl. Steve was yelling at the men and charging at them but it seemed like time was slowing. Steve seemed too far away to be able to get them in time. 

You launched your body before the girl, a bullet hitting you right on your shoulder. “No!” Steve screamed, propelling himself on the men. The little girl ran towards you and applied pressure as Steve took care of the men. If you weren’t preoccupied with your bullet wound., you would’ve seen how enraged Steve was.

You were able to get safely back on the quinjet, especially since the little girl had made an ice bridge. Which, you definitely cheered with her. Steve hadn’t muttered a single word. You tried to talk to him but he just sat in the pilot’s seat, staring straight ahead. You sighed and paid your attention to the kid, asking questions the whole ride back while you started to stitch up your wound.

You all eventually got back and landed near the tower. Steve still hadn’t muttered a word but he did help you pack everything up and even guided you off of the quinjet. As you were walking up to the tower, you told some agents to guide her to the medical bay to get her checked out. You were about to follow until Steve roughly grabbed your other arm.

“Steve, what the f-” Steve quickly interrupted you, ferocity lurked between his eyes and his voice boomed through your ears. Your face twisted into concern over his behavior, why would he be so upset? “I cannot believe you. Fury gave us specific orders to track and report.” You sigh, harshly pulling his grip off of your arm. “Steve, she’s just a kid.” He huffed, eyes narrowing towards your figure. “So we have to save every kid from danger all the time?” Your eyebrows furrowed and your head tilted. “I did what I had to do.”

“Did what you had to do? You wouldn’t be hurt if-”

“If what, Steve? I wouldn’t be hurt but I’d let a child die? Did you not see the same things I saw in that prison? She was the only one left. And as far as I’m concerned, I will not just sit there and do nothing when people need help.” There was a long silence, none of you were going to declare another word. Nothing was to be said if you were being honest. You weren’t going to apologize for doing what you thought was right. Steve clicked his tongue, breaking the definite silence. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be on missions anymore. I mean, when I act upon my duties as an agent I’m not reckless and irresponsible.” Steve immediately cringed as the words flew out of his mouth. His expression then turned into a wince as he got a good look at your face. You really wanted to cry at the moment, scream, and yell at the top of your lungs but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“So let me get this straight… you can stand up for what you believe in, even if that means becoming a war criminal or a but when I do it I’m immature and stupid?” Air seemed to completely escape Steve’s lungs, he just stood there and didn’t say a word. You were right of course. It wasn’t fair for him to ridicule you for something that he does all the time. It’s literally part of his whole Captain America-y presence is to not follow orders. “You don’t control me. You don’t own me. Please, shut your ignorant righteous mouth like your instances are better than mine.”

His mouth just opens and closes, not finding the right words to say. His eyebrows furrowing in the process but in the end, he says nothing. “Un-fucking-believable.” you muttered under your breath and tried to walk past him. His body collides with yours since he immediately stepped in front of you. 

You open your mouth but he quickly beats you to it. “I love you! Don’t you see-” You pushed him off of you, breaking his sentence. You wanted to slap him for saying that. Love? What part of love is getting mad at another for doing what they thought was right? You couldn’t let him speak to you in such a way. There was no absolute way that he loved you, anyway. You then left to go to the medical bay and hadn’t said a word to him since, which happened three days ago.

A soft knock on your door made you jump and you sighed, rolling out of bed, and opening the door. “Look, Tony, I’m not-” Your stopped mid-sentence, shocked by the man that was standing before you. “Steve.” He looked like an absolute mess. Fresh and old tears were scattered across his cheeks, his nose was red and runny, and his beautiful blonde hair was disheveled all over the place. 

“Can I come in? Please?” You sigh, “Am I going to get lectured?” He immediately shakes his head and tells you that he’s not here for that. You sigh once again and crack open the door a bit, letting him know to follow you inside.

The two of you sat on your bed, sniffles sounding across your bedroom. You only wait for Steve to converse, guessing he’s trying to get the courage to speak to you. His head turns a bit towards you before staring straight ahead. 

“You know, I wasn’t lying earlier when I said that I love you. I am so sorry that I haven’t said it sooner… I-I was afraid. I was afraid that you didn’t like me back and that it was my own intuition.” He pauses to stare back at you, seeing as your fiddling with his fingers. You’re nervously biting your lips and a small smile forms onto Steve’s face. It’s always been a habit of yours to fiddle with your fingers and bite your sweet plump lips. You don’t say a word, so he continues.

“I’m so sorry for yelling at you. You’re completely right, I wasn’t fair to judge you for doing what you believe in. Especially because I do that all the time. Seeing you get shot, right before my eyes, frightened the shit out of me.” He chuckled a bit at you widening your eyes from his cursing. “When I saw you, lying on the floor, I-I didn’t know what to do. If I lost you, well I-I-’d…” His voice breaks down and he’s unable to finish his sentence. “It’s not an excuse, I know. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me, y/n.” He places his hand on top of your leg, his palm facing upwards indicating you to hold his hand. He wanted to know if you could forgive him, to at least be friends again.

 Hope starts to fade out of his darling blue eyes as you state at his calloused hand. After a bit, you still don’t meet his hand and his heart sinks, thinking you don’t return his feelings. He starts to lower his hand off your leg but you snapped your head to look at his face. 

“What about Peggy?” Steve gives you the most perplexed look, wondering why the hell you were talking about a woman from his past, and a woman that’s dead no less. “Peggy?” You nod, voice shaking slightly as you spoke. “You always have her locket with you. You always talk about her and it’s like your whole body radiates with happiness. I-I can’t compete with that! You love Peggy, not me.”

“Oh, y/n.” His hand comes up to caress your cheek, thumb moving side to side so delicately. “The only reason why I have her picture is that it ties me to the 30s. I love Peggy yes but I haven’t been in love with her for a very, very long time but I guess I was still in love with what felt like home. But that’s changed. y/n y/l/n, I’m so helplessly in love with you.” His eyes dazzled, sparkled even as he stared intently into your eyes. Like he had everything right in front of him.

A small smile forms onto his face, looking back at the memories with her. “Even when I would visit her, she’d tease me about you. She could see that every time I talked about you, I would just ‘light up like a Christmas tree’ as she put it.” You just stared up at him, trying to look at any sign of doubt. Luckily, you found none.

“I’ll only forgive you if you let me eat the last of your ice cream.” He grins brilliantly at you, leaning in closer towards your figure. You waste no time and press your lips against his, molding together and loving his cherry tasted lips. You start to pull away, smiling brightly at the pout that Steve pulled onto his face. You finally felt at home, just like he did.

“Say no more, doll.”

~~

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[kalimagik]

Not Truly Gone

 Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: ~3,500

A/N: soooo this was supposed to be a fluff piece for Lena’s ( @angelinathebook​ ) writing challenge and the prompts are under fluff, but it turned into angst...I am very very sorry. But, I hope you like it anyways? Feedback is always appreciated! Happy reading guys <3 (also, I’m taking a page out of @obsessedwithrandomthings​ ‘s book. the flashbacks are in italics)

Prompts: (bolded in the text)

6. “I never want to be without you”

7. “I just want you to hold me”

Not my GIF - credits to the owner

She was numb. The world seemed to move around her in blurs. It had been this way for 6 months now. No one existed around her at the funeral except for George and he was just as distant as she was. Nothing seemed to matter as she packed up their apartment. Work was the furthest thing from her mind when she was there. All senses had left her body.

Her family rarely left her alone and Molly made sure to keep Y/N as close to the family as possible, but she had dug herself in this hole that she didn’t know how to escape. Instead of building a ladder to get out, the hole seemed to be getting deeper.

Without Fred Weasley in the world anymore, without him being her whole world, life seemed pointless. Thunder crashed outside of her office window and the sound threw her back to those many nights in Hogwarts when everything seemed simpler.

-

Rain battered against the glass window panes. The noise had been so soothing that it was impossible for any Hogwarts student to avoid the relaxing sense that lulled them to sleep. Most students were under the rain’s spell the moment their heads hit their pillows. However, Fred Weasley wasn’t most students.

“Psssst! Love!” Fred whispered through the curtains of her four poster bed. “Move over. I can’t sleep?”

Y/N may have been half asleep, but she still moved over. “You couldn’t sleep so you decided to somehow sneak into my dorm?” She whispered with her eyes still closed. “I don’t even want to know how you got in here.”

“Nothing, not even magic could keep me from you, love.” Fred kissed the side of her head before snuggling up to her. “I’d like to love you forever if you would let me.”

“I’d like that very much,” Y/N breathed out after inhaling Fred’s scent – gunpowder and caramel, an odd combination, but one that Y/N melted into every time.

-

Y/N snapped out of the happy memory when someone walked up to her desk, door slamming behind them. She realized that she had pulled Fred’s sweater from her desk and was trying to get every last bit of the fading gunpowder and caramel that rested on the sleeve.

“Are you busy?” George’s soft voice asked. Y/N lifted her head immediately to take in the state of her fiancé’s twin. His eyes were sunken in and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“I’m never too busy for you, Georgie.” Y/N put on the biggest smile she could muster and threw the sweater back into the drawer, hoping that George hadn’t seen her with it. She’d done a pretty good job of convincing everyone else that she was feeling better, even if she wasn’t.

“Want to go get some dinner? Your boss said that you’ve been holed up in here for hours. Yes, your boss sent me a message, so you can’t turn down my offer. I know you haven’t been eating well.” George explained with eyes that bore into her skull. She couldn’t avoid his gaze.

“You don’t have to worry about me George. I’m fine.”

“You’re as fine as our owl Errol after delivering a letter to Charlie in Romania. You’re not fine. Common, let’s go get some food. I could use the company too if that makes you feel any better.” George turned towards the door. “Oh, you should wear his sweater by the way. That was his favorite one to see one you,” he smirked before leaving her office.

Y/N smiled her first real smile in weeks.

-

“Y/N? Love? Have you seen my maroon sweater anywhere? The one I like to wear with my gray shirt?” Fred called out to her, searching every drawer that held his clothes. “Y/N? I’m going to be late to meet George!”

Fred could hear shuffling in the kitchen and digging through the utensil drawer. He left their bedroom to go search the sitting room where he found her sitting on the couch, pint of ice cream in hand and a maroon sweater hanging over her shoulders.

Fred chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe just watching her. “Oh, you meant this sweater?” she asked, mouth full of ice cream.

“Yes, that sweater.”

“And you want it now?” Her eyebrows raised in disappointment. She placed her ice cream on the arm of the couch, sliding the sweater off her arms.

“Actually, I think I can find something else to wear.” Fred made his way over to her, sliding the oversized sweater back into place.

“ORRRR…” Y/N elongated with a mischievous smile, “you could let George go do whatever by himself and wear less,” she finished with a wink before stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“You do make a convincing argument,” Fred replied with a hungry look in his eye.

“I think it’s a good idea for George to learn how to get on by himself anyways,” Y/N giggled as Fred started towards her, jumping on top of her with the ice cream forgotten about.

-

“What have you been up to?” Y/N asked George once they finally ducked out of the rain.

“I’ve been in the shop a bit more recently. I’ve started picking up all of the products that Fred had started to design and have had the motivation to finish them. You know how he always would start something and just never finish.” George chuckled at the memory.

“He was like that with everything,” Y/N laughed. “Remember how he only painted half of our apartment. He claimed he wanted to do it without magic and then I found him asleep with paint all over him when I got home. I had to stay up all night finishing!”

“How’s this restaurant?” George asked, stepping in front of a café on Diagon Alley.

Y/N paused and looked up the sign. She’d barely walked this street since she lost him and had been avoiding this restaurant at all costs. George must’ve seen the look in her eyes before he looked up at the name of the restaurant again. “Oh merlin. Y/N, I am so sorry. We can go somewhere else. There are a lot of new restaurants opening up on Diagon Alley recently, we can try one of them!”

Y/N inhaled deeply as she shook her head. “No. This is one of my favorite cafés. Let’s go in. I have to at some point, right?” Y/N led the way through the doors and the soft delicate coloring was just as it was all those months ago.

The hostess led her and George to a table near the front window. She sat down timidly, taking in the ambiance of the restaurant that meant so much to her.

“Good evening!” the waiter smiled as he placed menus in front of the silent pair. “Can I offer you any drinks this evening?”

“I’ll just take a water,” Y/N told him quickly as she felt her brain open the floodgates to the memories.

“Same for me,” George said before turning to Y/N as the waiter walked away. “Are you okay?”

Her breaths quickened as she thought about what day it was. “George, did you know?” she could barely look out. “Did you know that today was the day that we came here…and- and he proposed to me?”

-

“I love this restaurant!” Y/N smiled as Fred opened the door for her. She was in her favorite little sundress and even Fred had dressed up for the occasion. “But, it sure is empty in here tonight. Don’t they usually have a long wait?”

“I may have rented out the whole place…” Fred admitted, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the backroom. “I need you to close your eyes though.”

Laughing and shaking her head, Y/N shut her eyes on command. Fred’s strong hands guided her. “Can I open them yet, Freddie?”

“Just give me a second.” His hands let go over hers and Y/N heard him moving around and a little bit of shuffling. Y/N felt her smile grow when she felt the tall boy standing in front of her again. “Okay,” he whispered, “Open your eyes.”

Y/N’s eyes didn’t know where to look first. There were candles and roses and sunflowers all around the room. There was even a magical shimmer that seemed to make all of the lights glitter.

“Fred? What is this?” Y/N gasped, still trying to take everything in.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you.” Fred had not stopped looking into her eyes the entire time, even though she was looking around the room.

“It’s so unexpected.” Her smile grew bigger and bigger every second they stood there. “Why did you do all of this?”

“Do I need a reason to do something for my beautiful girlfriend?”

Y/N shook her head as she looked towards the floor.

“There is a reason though,” Fred said, pulling her attention back to his face. “Y/N, love. I wanted to ask you something.” Fred slowly sunk to one knee, not taking his eyes off of the girl in front of her.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in her chest. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, Freddie?” she whispered.

“Y/N?  I could tell you all of the things about you that amaze me and make me fall in love with you every day, but I would rather show you for the rest of our lives. Love, would you marry me? Nothing would make me happier in the world!”

Y/N’s head just started nodding instinctively. She didn’t even need to think about it. Of course she wanted to marry Fred.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Freddie. Of course I want to marry you!” Y/N got out.

Fred pulled her close to him and kissed her like he never wanted to lose you. “I had a feeling that tonight would be the best night of my life. I never want to be without you and now I don’t have too.”

-

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay?” Y/N opened her eyes to see George standing over her.

“What? What happened?” she asked sitting up.

“I think you were having a panic attack and then passed out. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that happened today. I never would have brought you here if I did.” George tried to explain as he helped Y/N into a chair.

“It’s not your fault. I thought I was ready for this. Could we maybe just go home?” Y/N asked softly.

“You still haven’t eaten anything yet though.” George pointed out.

“I’m not hungry.”

“No! No, Y/N.” George put his foot down. “I’m trying to get better as much as you are. I’ve noticed each time at family dinners where you fade off to the background after making small talk for a quarter of the evening. I’ve noticed how you push the food around your plate. You never come around with Lee and I anymore. You’re holed up in your office even though I know you’re barely getting any work done. Fred would hate me if I didn’t worry about you right now. And I want to worry about you!” George raised his voice.

Y/N just looked at him, stunned. Everyone had been so careful around her for months, careful not to hit a nerve. But, perhaps they had been doing that with George too and she just hadn’t noticed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N. But you were so full of life and just one of my best friends. I feel like I’ve lost you. I’m not asking you to forget him.” George’s voice dropped to a whisper. “But, I am asking you to keep living your life. He would have wanted you too.”

Y/N nodded, understanding how he felt and knowing that he was right about Fred.

“Will you just talk to me? Get some of what you’re feeling out? We don’t have to stay here. We can go to the apartment above the store and get some takeout. How does that sound?”

Not having any response, Y/N just stood up to follow the red head out of the restaurant.

Once in George and Fred’s old flat, George made Y/N get comfortable on the sofa. He handed her blankets, jumpers, really anything that Fred had touched. He couldn’t bring himself to clean the stuff out yet, so it was all where Fred had left it. He was only there on nights when he worked late because he and Y/N moved in together.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, George.”

“Yes I do. You were supposed to be my sister-in-law, meaning that you will always be my sister-in-law, so it’s now my job.”

Y/N couldn’t stop from chuckling at George’s attempts to cheer her up. “Thank you,” she whispered as she opened the take-out food George sat on her lap.

“Anytime, sis. Want to tell me where your head has been?”

“It’s so hard to think about,” Y/N stuttered. She could feel the tears swelling in her eyes at the thought.

“I know it is, but you’ve listened to me and it really does help. Y/N/N, I know that you were right there. You can’t hold it in.”

“I still have nightmares about it. It plagues my every thought. I’m trapped by the memory and every happy memory takes me right back to it, Georgie.” Her words were barely audible over the sounds coming from Diagon Alley.

“Tell me what happened…” George pushed.

Y/N breathed in deeply. The smell of Fred encased her. The scent made her feel a little stronger and more comfortable. “Fine…” she paused before telling her story.

-

Green flashes were going off left and right. Spells could be heard from every direction. More bodies hit the ground each moment, but Y/N couldn’t stop to tend to the fallen. She had to get to Fred.

“Fred? FREDDIE!” she called even though her yells could bring unwanted attention from Death Eaters.

“Over here, love!” he called, a smile still etched on his lips even though he was in the middle of a battle. “This is good fun, isn’t it? Mum would never let us dual properly when we were younger,” he laughed, turning his attention back to the Death Eater in front of him.

“Can we finish this up and get out of here?” Y/N asked as Fred blasted the Death Eater, rendering him unconscious.

“Once I get to blast a few more of You-know-who’s followers. We may never get this chance again!”

Y/N shook her head at how playful her fiancé could be in the midst of a war. Only he could be having fun right now.

“Please come with me now, Freddie?” she pleaded. “We could go elope or something. That would be more fun!” she bargained.

“That sounds bloody brilliant!” Fred responded, shooting a spell past Y/N’s head and hitting a snatcher behind her.

“Thanks for that,” she grinned.

“Anytime, love,” Fred bantered, now close enough to kiss her forehead. “Shall we?”

“Fred! Y/N! Look out!” Percy’s voice came from nowhere. Suddenly a blast so loud shook the whole corridor where the couple was standing. Y/N tried to hold Fred close to her, but he pushed her out of the way, out of the way of the wall that fell where they had been standing.

Y/N’s head shot up the moment she hit the ground. Smoke and rubble was all around her. “Fred? Fred?!” Each time she said his name, there was more and more urgency. Y/N scrambled to pull rocks off of where she had last seen Fred. “No, no, no, no!” she said with each breath.

That’s when she saw his body. She mustered every bit of strength she had to pull him out of the stone. His breaths were shallow and Y/N could see the pain spread across his face. “Don’t worry, Freddie,” she sighed. “You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay. HELP! OVER HERE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Y/N called to whoever would listen.

“No, no, Y/N. It’s okay. It’s my time apparently.”

“No, Fred! I won’t allow it. We have the rest of our lives, remember?” Fred could see the tears push through the grime that covered her face. How could she still be so beautiful like this?

“I just want you to hold me. Can you just hold me, Y/N/N?” he asked as he shut his eyes. His hands had enough strength to stroke her cheek and hair one more time.

Her sobs took over. She couldn’t hear anything around her. She couldn’t see the protective shields being put up as Ron, Percy, Hermione, and Harry entered the scene. Her whole world was right in front of her. Her whole world shattered the moment Fred took his last breath.

“I won’t let go, I won’t let go of you,” Y/N spoke each word in between her sobs. Ron had to pull her away from Fred’s body as Harry and Percy moved him behind the suite of armor. All of this happened around her and she couldn’t feel any of it.

-

“That- that’s horrible. I didn’t know that all happened,” George broke the silence when she finished speaking.

She couldn’t sob, but the tears streaked down her face uncontrollably. She looked up from the cup of water that somehow wound up in her hands to meet George’s sad eyes. The eyes that looked so much like Fred’s.

“I haven’t told anyone else before,” Y/N sniffled. George moved from the chair to next to her on the couch, putting a protective arm around her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“As sad as it was and still is, it was my moment with him. My last moment. I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone. I could just remember him smiling up at me and asking me to hold him like I had asked him so many times before.”

George sat there in silence, just holding his twin’s fiancé. She didn’t know how much she hadn’t needed someone to know what she was going through until her story was heard by George. A weight seemed to be lifted off of her shoulders. She was still sad, but it didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

“I still love him so much, George,” she whispered.

“I know you do. I can still see it in your eyes whenever someone brings him up.”

“I just don’t know how to live without him…”

“Me either, but we will figure it out. He’s not truly gone. We’ll see him again. Mum says this all the time, but it never quite stuck until right now. She always says, ‘we see him in the things that he loved and the things that he used to do, you just have to be willing to look for him.’ That’s why I started working on his inventions again. It makes me closer to him.”

“But, I’m not a prankster like the two of you. Fred and I were always opposites. I don’t have anything like that.”

“Yes, you do,” George assured her. “He loved everything about you. He loved when you picked flowers and arranged them in the kitchen even though he complained about it. He loved when you got in baking moods and made him all sorts of sweets. He purposely half-finished things so that you would help him. I bet if you finished anything that isn’t done yet, you would feel him chuckling behind you.”

Y/N looked to George. “How do you know all of that?” she asked. “I didn’t even know that.”

“He would never shut up about you, but trust me, if you just go back to being you, you’ll feel him because he loved you so much.”

“Thank you, George.”

“Anytime. I’m always here to remind you, just like how you’ve been here for my family. Don’t forget that we all love you nearly as much as he did, so don’t let us lose you too.”

“I won’t.” Y/N actually returned his worried stare with a soft smile and she wasn’t faking it. “He’s still here…” she said more for herself than George. The sadness she felt over Fred’s loss would never go away, but now she could start healing and moving forward with all the happy memories beside her.

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[amythedvdhoarder]

Memories to Keep

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You discover Bucky keeps diaries about his life, who knew they would change yours?

Warnings: Some swearing, little bit of angst and a whole load of fluff

Word count: 3K

A/N: (gif not mine) Ahhh the return to Bucky fluff. This is for the lovely @angelinathebook and her 300 challenge. I had the prompt “The memories I have with you, are the best memories I have.” I tried to be a little more creative with this one so I hope you like it.

Not beta read, any mistakes are my own.

Reblogs and feedback are most welcome, so let me know what you think x

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xxx

An odd scratching noise woke you from your slumber. You squinted across the bed to see the bedside lamp on and your boyfriend still sat up in bed.

“Buck, what’s going on?” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Buck reached across and gently swiped his thumb across your cheek.

“ ‘s okay.” You pushed yourself up so that you leaning against the headboard, drawing your knees up so that you were mimicking Bucky. After rubbing your eyes and blinking a couple of times you looked across at him and spotted a notebook resting against his thighs and a pencil in his hand.

“So that was what the scratching sound was. I thought we had mice,” your voice wavering slightly as you stretched your arms out in front of you.

“Nope no mice doll, just writing,” he chuckled softly.

“We’ve been going out for 6 months and known you for 2 years. I don’t think I have ever seen you writing before.”

“I’m not surprised, you sleep like a log. I normally wait ‘til your asleep doll,” you elbowed him gently and he clutched his arm in mock hurt.

“Hey you know what I’m like if I don’t get my 8 hours.” Bucky rolled his eyes at you and grinned.

“Yeah I learnt that the hard way. I remember trying to get you up for breakfast after one of Tony’s parties, I was actually terrified you were going to murder me,” Bucky couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice.

“In my defence I was hungover and it was 8 in the morning, to be honest that was entirely your fault,” you yawned and leaned over to snuggle up against Bucky who lifted up his arm to let you get closer.

“What you writing anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You can ask me whatever you want doll, it’s um-” he scratched his head with the end of the pencil as he tried to find the right word “- a diary I guess, just stuff I don’t want to forget.”

Your brows furrowed together and you tilted your head up to look at him properly. “What do you mean forget?”

A sadness filled his eyes as he looked at you. “Um I know what it’s like not to remember things, if I keep a diary then if, you know the soldier ever got activated then –“ his words tailed off and he sighed heavily, “-it’s like an insurance policy. It took ages for me to remember everything before. There is stuff that’s happened recently that I can’t afford to forget.” There were tears in his eyes now, lips pressed into tight line.

You nuzzled into his chest, arm tightening around his stomach squeezing him gently. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “You know that’s not going to happen Buck, don’t you? Shuri made sure that would never happen.”

“I just can’t run the risk doll,” he placed another quick kiss and closed his notebook, the pencil marking his the page and put it on the bedside table. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?” You untangled yourself from his so he could get off the bed. You smiled and shook your head.

As Bucky expected you were asleep again. He picked up his notepad from where he had left it, gingerly clambered back into bed as to not wake you. After his finished writing his entry for the day he clicked of the lamp and curled himself around your body. Even in your sleep you instinctively moved, pushing your body against him and gripping onto the arm he had thrown over your waist.

Bucky knew he couldn’t live without you. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever meet someone like you, that would let him in, treat him as normal person. He had never felt a love like it. Steve cared about him deeply and showed him every day. But you. He didn’t deserve you, the looks of adoration you aimed at him every time he walked into a room. He treasured every second he had ever spent with you even before you were together as a couple.

From the moment he had met you he knew there could never be anyone else. He had resigned himself to being your friend but when you had asked him out he could have exploded with joy. The thought of losing you made his chest tighten but he knew that one day something could come between you, that was part of the reason behind the diaries. He needed evidence that his time with you wasn’t just a dream but something real. Bucky had never imagined himself with a wife or kids or even a proper future until he met you. As he listened to your soft sighs as you slept he knew exactly what he had to do.

xxx

The other side of the bed was empty when you woke. As you stretched out like a starfish your fingers brushed up against a piece of paper. You took hold of it to see Bucky’s distinctive cursive writing on it.  

‘Sorry doll, didn’t want to wake you. Gone on an emergency mission should be back later tonight. Can you do something for me Y/N? (I’m gonna assume you’re going to agree J ) Please open my bedside cabinet?”

Quickly you climbed off the bed and knelt down in front of his bedside table and pulled open the door. Inside there was a small pile of leather-bound notebooks, similar to the one Bucky had been writing in last night. On top of these was another note.

‘These are all my journals from the last couple of years. Please read them and hopefully you will understand. I love you, B xxx”

So that is exactly what you did. You got yourself settled with a cup of tea and some snacks and hid yourself away in yours and Bucky’s room, knowing that it was the best place to avoid interruptions. The oldest of the books were written during Bucky’s time in Wakanda. It detailed the joy of having Steve back, making friends with Shuri and finding some acceptance of what he had been through and the reality of starting over again. He even hinted that birdbrain (Sam) didn’t seem too bad, he appreciated how loyal he had been to Steve and how he had sacrificed his own freedom for him.

When you got to the second book you found yourself reading about the first time you met Bucky.

Wakanda -  August 2018

Steve showed up and said the world is about to end. Surprisingly not the most interesting thing to happen today. A woman showed up with Steve, Y/N. No words would adequately describe her. She’s breath-taking and her smile lit up the room. I can still feel her hand in mine from when she shook me hand. There was no trace of fear when she introduced herself. Maybe she doesn’t know about me. All I know is before she showed up the end of the world didn’t seem too bad but now all I want is a chance to get to know her a little better. Steve better be wrong about tomorrow.

New York -  August 2022

5 years. I’ve lost 5 years of my life but on the upside the world didn’t actually end. Steve looks different; tired and there is a sadness to him. Y/N came and found me, turns out she wasn’t ‘dusted’. She said that the last five years had been awful. The world had changed and tried to move on as no one ever expected the team to succeed. But they hadn’t given up. She looks exactly the same as she did when I met her, which oddly was only yesterday for me but 5 years for her. Even covered in dirt and blood she was still the most beautiful person I have laid eyes on.

We sat and talked for hours whilst Steve was busy with the aftermath. I don’t think I have met anyone so easy to talk to, despite the day that she’d had she still managed to smile and laugh. Even though not much had happened to me in the grand scheme of things, she checked that I was alright and showed little concern for herself. When she left to find somewhere to sleep for the night she promised to catch me up on everything that had happened over the last 75 years. I never planned on re-joining the real world, I was just going to be a recluse and farm in Wakanda. Y/N makes me want more than that, is it possible that I can have a ‘normal’ life. Do I deserve it? All I know is that I haven’t been excited about anything for a long time, probably not since going to Coney Island with Steve. Now I am excited to start living again with Y/N as my guide.

You took a break at this point overwhelmed by what you were feeling. You could remember meeting Bucky for the first time; you had been so nervous. Steve had told you so much about him that you felt like you already knew him. Immediately you had been distracted by his eyes, they were impossibly blue and you could have spent hours looking into them. You had felt an immediate connection with him. But then of course Thanos happened and Bucky was ripped from your life before you even had chance to get to know him. All of the pain and challenges of those five years felt worth it the moment you saw Bucky again. You felt hopeful again. You had never known that he felt exactly the same way so early on.

For the next few hours you poured over Bucky’s journals, each page you turned your heart melting even more. As the diary entries moved on the content shifted. Most of what Bucky wrote was about the time he spent with you as you reintroduced him to the modern world. He outlined the moments where he realised he wanted more that friendship with you, the moments he started falling more and more in love with you. The first time you watched a film with him, the first time you ate lunch together, the first time you hugged him, your first date, your first kiss, the first time you admitted you loved each other. Each first was described in such detail you could see it all from his perspective. You had never felt so loved or in love with him. To anyone else this may seem a little obsessive or creepy but to you it made perfect sense. Bucky was afraid that one day he wouldn’t have his memories anymore, the thought of forgetting all the time he had spent with you terrified him. So, he wrote it all down to preserve it, that way he couldn’t forget everything, forget you.  

The fourth journal was the most recent. Bucky last entry was clearly the one he had started last night; the writing stopping midway through a sentence when you had clearly woken up and interrupted him. You flopped back onto the bed, your head landing on Bucky’s pillow, his diary clutched to your chest. Inhaling you took in that scent that was distinctly Bucky, a serene calmness washing over you. You weren’t sure why you did it but you turned to the next page. There was some writing there. Maybe Bucky had missed a page a while ago? You moved the page closer to your face so you could read it better. It was dated with today’s date.

Today is the day. I can’t wait any longer. You are the reason I still exist, you’re my everything. I realise that until I had you in my life I wasn’t living, simply existing. There is nothing in this world that I value more than the time we have spent together. The memories I have with you, are the best memories I have. With this in mind there’s one more thing I need to ask you to do doll.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you read the next line. Climbing off the bed, you quickly freshened up in the bathroom, pulled on some proper clothes and grabbed you bag before heading out the door. Bucky’s diary abandoned on the bed, open the last page he had written on.

xxx

Bucky headed straight for your room when he got back. He realised he had missed his time frame with it just having crept past midnight. This meant that you were likely in your room, curled up fast asleep in one of his t-shirts. He opened the door and noticed the light on, his diaries on the bed but worryingly you weren’t there. He glanced on the page that his diary had been left open and and immediately felt a wave of nausea. 

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N?” he said quietly.

“Miss Y/N is on the roof terrace Sargent Barnes.” He was already out of the door as FRIDAY finished her response.

He pushed open the doors and immediately spotted you leaning against the railings looking out over the city. Bucky’s heart was in his throat but as you turned and smiled at him, he felt instantly relieved.

“You’re late,” you teased.

Bucky covered the distance between you in a couple of long steps and went to wrap his arms around you but you stepped away. “Doll, come on. I missed you,” he pouted.

“I know, I missed you too but I have something to give you first,” you pulled the small leather-bound book out of the pocket of your trench coat and offered it to Bucky.

He took the book from your hand and inspected it with a look of utter confusion. “Doll isn’t this one of my books?”

“Nope, it’s new. I went out and bought it today,” you rolled your eyes at him. “Why don’t you open it?”

On the inside cover her spotted an inscription.  

To the love of my life,

From the first day I met you I knew I wanted to be in your life, whether that was as a friend, a lover or even a wife. Don’t ask me how I knew back then, maybe I didn’t, but every minute I spend with you just affirms what I know with all my heart. I can’t live without you James Barnes. I will spend every day showing you that because you are the best man I know. Today is the day you asked me to marry you and today is the day I say yes.

This book is for you to write down our memories, the ones created as husband and wife. Love always Y/N xxx

“Not factually correct anymore as you’re late,” you wiped away the tears that had slipped from your eyes.

He looked up at you, his own tears falling and his signature lopsided grin plastered to his face. “Doll, do you mean it?”

“Yes Bucky, I want to marry you. I’ve loved you for years, but reading your diaries-“ you sniffed as your emotions started to overwhelm you. “I love you, you’re –“ Your words were cut off when Bucky swept you up in his arms and swung you around, all the while peppering your face with butterfly kisses.

He finally put you down, one hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head up so that your watery eyes met his. “I love you. You’re my everything. I know I should have got on one knee and had a ring but I just couldn’t wait,” he was rambling now. “Shit, I shouldn’t have asked you by writing the question in a diary. I’m so-“

You stood up on your tiptoes and crashed you lips to his in an attempt to shut him up.

“Buck, it was perfect ok? I don’t care about a ring or a fancy proposal. I’m yours. I don’t need a piece of jewellery to know that. Plus, your way was a lot more romantic” He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “But, if it makes you feel better then ask me again,” you grinned.

He pulled away, placed the notebook carefully on the floor and got on one knee. “Y/N will you-“

“Yes” you blurted out. Bucky shook his head.

“You’re supposed to let me finish the question,” he chuckled. You mouthed sorry at him and pretended to zip up your lips.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Easiest question I have ever been asked. Yes, I will marry you Bucky Barnes.”

As soon as he stood again his mouth was on yours, his hands lightly gripping the side of your face keeping you close. Instinctively your hand went up to rest on his chest as you sighed into the kiss. His lips were soft, and gentle. There was no sense urgency in the way your lips moved against each other’s. There was no need. You had all the time in the world.

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[bl597]

lazy mornings

george weasley x reader

After war things got a bit tough for George, but he has you, and he's happy again.

this is an imagine for @angelinathebook 's 300 followers writing challenge! hope you enjoy it!

warnings: brief mentions of death, it's a little agnst but then fluff as hell, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

prompts:

15. “You make me feel alive” and 21. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you”

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Ever since Fred's death, George has been depressed and sad. He started using a few Fred's clothes and always stayed in his room, as if it would somehow bring his brother back. It broke your heart to see your lover like this, especially since you couldn't do anything to help him.

You tried to take him to different places every other week to cheer him up, but it didn't work. He just sat there, staring blankly at the people who passed by you two. You could never judge him, he lost his twin brother, his other half, his best friend, you should be there to support him, not judge.

It took him a little more than one year to accept that he couldn't do anything to change it and to try to move on with his life. He started genuinely smiling again, and the things that made him cry because it made him think about Fred not longer made him sad, he was now proud of his brother, who died as a hero trying to save innocent people in the war.

George reopened the Weasley Wizard Wheezes and you and Ron started working there to help him. The reopening of the shop was a great success, old and new customers were happy to see their favourite shop was back. It made George proud of himself to think his brother would be happy to see him continue their business.

~

It was a Saturday morning and you and George were sleeping, since it was a weekend and you could just spend the day in bed if you felt like having a lazy day. George apparently was planning on doing so, but you had other plans in mind.

You had woken up to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to the man next to you. You turned to lay on your side to have a better look at him. He was still asleep, snoring softly. The morning's sunlight hitting his skin made him look like an angel and the little freckles that adorned his beautiful face were like the stars of the night sky, it was as if he had the universe on his face.

You delicately trace his face with your fingers, slowly running your hand through his soft, messy ginger hair. He opened one eye and smiled sleepily at you, tightening his hold on your waist. “Morning, love” he said with a raspy voice whilst placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

“Morning, sleepyhead” you softly said, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His natural scent was intoxicating and you wouldn't mind at all to spend the rest of your life like this, cuddling with the man you love the most. You then started placing small kisses on his neck, whispering 'I love you' between the kisses.

He chuckled at the ticklish feeling of your lips against his bare skin and loosened his hold on you, delicately lifting your head by your chin with his index finger, making you look at him. You gave him a smile as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too. More than anything.”

You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company and expressing your love. It was already 9:00 a.m. when you decided to get up to make breakfast. He went to the bathroom and you just decided to go to the kitchen to get all the ingredients you needed.

You were making pancakes when George wrapped his arms around your body and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Why don't you use magic to make it and go back to bed with me?” he whined while playing with the hem of his your shirt.

“I like doing it the muggle way, it's quite funny” you replied simply, turning around to him and kissing his jaw. “How's your head?” he just hummed and you took that as a 'fine'. You tilted his head to look at the place his left ear used to be and it was better now than last week when it inflamed. You smiled at him.

“Have I ever told you you are the love of my life?” he asked and you nodded, a goofy smile plastered on your face. “Well, you, (Y/n) (Y/l/n), are the love of my life.”

You blushed a little but the smile never left your face. “And you, George Weasley, are the love of my life.” he pressed a small kiss against your lips before starting to help you with the pancakes.

When you finished everything, you two sat down to eat. You were drinking coffee when he just looked at you with a serious expression and said “Marry me.” You almost choked on your drink, looking at him with wide eyes.

“What?” you managed to say between coughs and he just smiled playfully.

“Marry me.” he shrugged as if it was nothing. You laughed, thinking it was just a joke but he kept a serious expression and held both your hands in his, looking at your eyes “I'm serious, baby. I love you and you love me. I can't think of anyone else I would rather to grow old with. You've always been there when I needed you, and you are the only one who completely understands me. When Fred died, it felt like my world was gone. I lost my brother, my best friend, and I didn't know what to do, it wasn't 'Fred and George' anymore, it was just 'George' the earless and twinless boy.” he sadly chuckled.

“But you stayed by my side, you helped me get through something that I couldn't change or stop. You helped me enjoy the little things on life again, you make me feel alive, (Y/n). You are the reason why I want to wake up everyday and live my life. I know we're still young and everything, but I couldn't think of anything better than waking up next to you everyday and get to call you my wife/husband. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to build a family with you, to have a mini you or me running around our house. So, (Y/n),” he bent down on one knee, looking at you with an enormous smile “will you make me the happiest man in the whole world and marry me?”

At this points your tears were freely falling from your eyes, your face red like George's hair. You could only nod, unable to speak coherent sentences. You repeatedly said 'yes' as you kissed all over his face, hugging him tightly. “I love you so, so much, Georgie.”

“You are the love of my life, sweetie” he said kissing your forehead and getting up, holding you tightly against his body.

“And you are the love of my live, ginger.”

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[kitkatd7]

Forgiveness and a Little More

Summary: You thought Sebastian was out drinking last night but turns out it was something totally different. (Sorry that’s not specific, I can’t give it away haha)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Characters: Anthony Mackie 

Warnings: Maybe a curse word? Besides that literally none. It’s all fluffy :)

Prompt #22: I’ll tickle you (Will be in bold)

Word Count: 1013

A/N: This is for @angelinathebook‘s 300 Follower Writing Challenge! I hope you like it boo!  I know I haven’t finished a story in a while, so I’m actually really proud of this one! I know it’s not as good as it could be but it’s something :)

Likes, comments and reblogs are sooooo greatly appreciated! My stories are not to be posted anywhere without my permission.

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Part 1

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“Baby, baby wake up!” Sebastian shakes you gently, pulling the sheets down slightly so he can see your beautiful face, pulling you more snugly against his chest simultaneously. “Babe, you gotta wake up. It’s time to get ready.”

Mumbling incoherently you try to pull the sheets over your head, failing thanks to Sebastian pulling it back down again. 

“Ready for what?”

“It’s a surprise, just trust me.”

You groan, muttering a soft ‘no,’ before closing your eyes again. 

“C’mon babe. Or I’ll tickle you.” Sebastian whispers playfully, his hand sliding to your side where he knows it bothers you most. “Okay! Okay, I’ll get up.” 

He watches as you roll out of bed, your hair a tangled mess as you walk towards the bathroom muttering, “I still don’t forgive you.” 

“You will,” he whispers, smiling to himself.

An hour and a half later you're sitting in Sebastian’s black 68 fastback Mustang. Your makeup and hair is as perfect as you could get it and you’re wearing your favorite dress; Maroon with white and light pink flowers on it, thin straps across your shoulders. It hugs your curves perfectly, the hem hitting halfway up your thigh, paired with matching maroon heels. You don’t dress up often but Sebastian insisted, saying you would see why later. Not that you could see anything thanks to the blindfold he asked you to wear. 

“Is all of this really necessary?” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and attempting to glare at him through the blindfold.

“Would you stop questioning everything I do?” He chuckles, glancing over at you. 

“Everything you do is questionable!” you say, laughing. 

You can practically hear his pout. “Not everything.” 

“Oh, of course, there was that one time,” you snark, smirking.

You don’t have to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes and smiling at your sass. 

Several minutes later you feel the car roll to a stop but you have no clue where you are. 

“Stay there, babe,” Sebastian says, getting out after taking the keys out of the ignition. A few moments later you hear your door open and Sebastian helps you out carefully. You chuckle as he guides you gently; one hand resting on your lower back and the other on your forearm. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see soon, sweetheart.”

“That’s not a real answer.” You pout, making him laugh, but he still doesn’t answer.

You feel grass tickle your ankles for a moment and then the dull thud of your shoes hitting… wood? “Sebastian- where are we going?” you ask again, your eyebrows drawing together. 

“Hang on. Stand rigghht- there,” He says, guiding you where he wants you before moving away. 

“Sebastian?” You reach out, trying to grasp him but finding nothing, the only sound is the soft wind rustling through the spring leaves.

A little worried now, you ask, "Where are you?" 

You jump slightly when you hear his voice not far in front of you; "Now you can take it off."

Peeling off the blindfold, you gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth in surprise as you take in the scene before you; Your standing on a dock overlooking a gorgeous lake with Sebastian down on one knee in front of you, a box open in his hands and a glittering ring staring back at you from inside it.

"Seb…"

"Don't say anything. Let me talk, okay?"

You nod your head mutely, tears pricking your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you intently. “I didn’t love you the first time I saw you… I didn’t trip over my words when I first talked to you, my heart didn’t beat faster the first time I heard you laugh, I didn’t have you on my mind every minute after the first day we spent together- I fell in love with you little by little, day by day. I slowly fell in love with your smile, and your laugh gradually became my favorite sound. I didn’t topple head over heels the first time I heard you speak, but I grew to love the gentle tone of your voice. I was pulled in by the different sides of your personality; How gently you talked to kids, how fiercely you defended your friends and how passionately you talked about the things you love. I love how messy your hair is on Sunday morning and how outgoing and wild you can be on Friday night. I didn’t love you until I saw every side of you, and now that I’ve seen every side of you, I can’t imagine a day without you. I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Sebastian…” You trial off, unable to speak. 

“Well please don’t say no, I put a lot of work into that,” He whispers; His words are light but there’s an underlying pleading tone- Like he almost expects you to say no.

“Of course I’ll marry you! Nothing would make me happier.” You're glowing as he slips the ring onto your hand before standing to pull you into a giant hug; Picking you up and spinning around. 

Setting you down, he loops his arms around your waist, his forehead resting on yours while your arms circle his neck. 

“That’s why I was out so late last night- I was getting Anthony to help me pick a place,” he confesses quietly, looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be home bu-”

Sighing, you pull him closer, pressing your lips gently but fervently against his, silencing his apology.

Pulling away after what felt like only a second, you rest your forehead on his again, enjoying the moment.

“WHOO!!” Someone yells from behind you and you whip around to see none other than Anthony with a video camera in his hands, dancing around like a mad man. “They’re getting married! They’re getting married!” He yells excitedly at the top of his voice, probably scaring any nearby strangers half to death. You both burst out laughing before practically being tackled by Anthony’s bear hug. “So, I’m gonna be the best man, right?”

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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more (part-3)

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Warnings ➳ angst, fluff, feelings..?

Word count ➳ 2088 (I know, I know.)

Italics ➳ flashback

So, this is for @angelinathebook’s writing challenge and I hope you guys enjoy it even thought it’s crap. ❤

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Peter couldn’t feel his legs anymore. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been chasing these smugglers who were selling illegal, alien weapons to the some robbers and thieves. He didn’t know much about it, but he knew that it was wrong and that he had to stop them because it was his responsibility.

He hadn’t picked up his phone in the middle of all the running and chasing making you and Ned all worried for him. After the third time, your call went to his voicemail, you sighed and slammed your phone into the kitchen counter.

“(Y/n), don’t worry, he’ll be okay,” Ned whispered in reassurance. You nodded your head, not sure if you believed him or not.

Peter had been careless, reckless and sometimes even stupid when it came to the lives of the people of his city, but he was never careless enough to leave like this without telling you, or anyone else.

You already disapproved of this “Spider-man plan” of the two boys. It was bad enough as it is that you were at this party and now that Peter had left, you found interest in MJ’s political views and her comments about some of her favourite books.

You spent some time with Liz and Betty, not really paying attention to whatever they were talking about. Almost an hour later when Peter still hadn’t returned, Flash started to make fun of him in front of all the people.

“Don’t forget to call me if he calls you.” Ned was leaving the party because the plan had gone downhill and now most of your class thought of you three as a loser, which they probably did before as well, so, whatever.

“That’s the first thing I’ll do.” You smiled thankfully as he walked back towards the streets that led to his house. It was way too early for you to want to go back home, plus you were enjoying the conversation with MJ so you went back inside.

Peter, on the other hand, wanted to prove that he could be trusted with new missions and dangerous situations when it came to the safety of the little guys. He sighed, tracing the path through which he chased the bad men. Suddenly his foot bumped with something, it wasn’t a rock. It was smoother, and it was glowing.

Peter picked it up and examined it, he had never seen anything like this. It was a purple coloured gem-like material and he could almost hear a soft buzz coming from it.

He tried to listen carefully, bringing his ear closer to the thing but before he could hear anything, a sharp tune, his ringtone, went off.

He looked at his phone to find out that Ned was calling him, “Hey, Ned. I’m on my way back to the party.”

“Where the hell have you been?” You crossed your arms over your chest staring into the eyes of none other than the masked hero of Queens.

“I was a little busy stopping a grand theft--”

“Of what, a bicycle?” You interrupted him with a question, raising an eyebrow at him as he landed fully on the fire escape.

“Whatever” Rolling his eyes, he stood beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You felt a little tingly where his arm rested but dare you to remove it, “I was looking forward to this.”

“You sure you won’t drop me on the way?” You hesitated for a moment, looking down at the distance between you and ground and what impact a fall from this high could cause.

“Well, it is my first time taking a person along on a swing purposefully.”

“What?!” Your eyes grew wide and you looked at his mask, scoffing, “I’m not going with you now!”

He laughed a little, making his grip a little firmer around your waist, “Come on! You gotta trust me.”

You shrugged, “How does It feel? Swinging around from building to building.”

“It’s kinda like Tarzan, only without the trees” He laughed.

Peter had heard much from Ned about what happened at that stupid party and his first instinct was to see if you were okay. But instead of calling you, he swung towards Liz’s house as fast as he possibly could.

You had left the house, politely denying MJ’s offer to drop you home but now that you were walking all alone in the streets of Queens, let me rephrase that, the dark, lonely and chilly streets of Queens you wished you had accepted that offer.

Hands clenched around your coat, you walked in the deadly silence. It was like the people had suddenly disappeared. Maybe you were exaggerating, but being there, at that moment, it scared you to your very soul.

There was something about Queens, something so eerily adaptive that made you rooted in the town. Peter too was one of the main reasons. He made you happy and you would stay forever if he wanted you to.

While you were lost in your thoughts someone tapped your shoulder making you flinch and turn around.

Peter gave you that cheeky smile, “Hello! I just saw you from afar and,” he pointed a thumb behind him and said before you could put words to your questioning thoughts, “You look stunning!” You laughed, looking away to hide the fact that you were blushing, “Care if I join you?”

“Please do.” You nodded, walking further. He walked beside you as silence settled between the two of you before you decided to ask, “What happened to you? You never showed up to the party as Spider-man…”

He casually shrugged it off like it was no big deal and gave you a tight-lipped smile before saying, “I-I just couldn’t do it.” You smiled at your friend giving him a pat on the back.

“Well, I’m proud of you for trying.”

The weekend passed in a blink and it was time to face school again. You made your way towards your lockers first thing, but you couldn't find Peter waiting for you like he usually did if he came in early. You didn’t mind it though, moving for your first class of the day.

The first time you saw Peter that day was in Mr Turner’s class. He was hitting something kept on the table and soon Ned joined him. That day he hadn’t even acknowledged you standing in the far right corner near the window.

There were no signs of Peter and Ned at lunch as well but you were glad to be accompanied by MJ. But what you were not glad to know of was that Peter wasn’t going to DC this year for Decathlon.

You knew exactly why he did that, but it would’ve been nice if he just told you about it.

You left the school canteen earlier than usual because you weren’t feeling that hungry today and made your way towards the library but you were stopped in the way, seeing Peter and Ned hiding behind the lockers.

You were so confused as to what was going on. Peter left Ned alone as you watched him disappear behind the corner that led to the storage room. He ran back to Ned after some time and they started whispering something to each other. What kind of conspiracy was going on without you?!

Finally, you got the chance to confront him after school as he stood beside the gates, “I heard you’ve left Decathlon?”

He turned around with wide eyes, “Oh, uh- I just, it’s because of the--”

“I know why! But why didn’t you tell me earlier? I had to find out from MJ!” You complained. Peter squinted his eyes on you.

“W-why are you acting like that?”

“Acting like what? I just want to know what is up with you!” Usually, you wouldn’t raise your voice at him but it seemed like he was distracted. He wasn’t even looking at you, just staring in any random direction.

“Look, (Y/n), I-I gotta go. We can talk about this later?” He uttered, not even waiting for your reply, and ran off.

You huffed. Was there something still left to talk about?

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Peter was really happy to see you at his doorstep. He was looking for a chance to apologize to you anyway and now that you were here he invited you in gently rubbing the back of his neck.

It was 12 a.m. but it wasn't unusual for both of you to see each other at such a late hour. You always kept your window open for him and he was always ready to answer the door and welcome you with open arms.

but the expression on your face, that he caught as soon as the lights turned on, said that you were not happy or even sad. It seemed as if you were still mad. And you were! The question started nagging you and you needed answers.

Why didn't he tell you that he liked Liz, or about that glowy thing, or even about quitting decathlon? He was hiding something from you and you didn't like it. You felt like he couldn't trust you with his secrets anymore.

There was never any place for secrets between the two of you. There never had been. You told him everything but now was different. He was definitely hiding something from you.

You made your way inside his apartment, “What is it that you’re not telling me?”

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Peter was just trying to protect you from the crazy things going on in his life, but he never considered that he would hurt you in doing so.

“You are hiding something from me! What is it?” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. Peter shrugged, going to sit at the edge of the couch.

“I’m not hiding anything from you.” You scoffed loudly hearing that response from him.

“Oh, really?” It made you so mad that Peter, not only your crush but your best friend, didn’t trust you enough. You just felt left out, “Pete, I feel like we’re not even friends anymore! You’ve been acting so different since that party.” You cried, throwing your hands in the air, “I saw you in the hallway today, hiding behind the lockers with Ned. Seriously, what are you hiding?!”

Peter stared at you with frowned eyebrows, “But (Y/n), I told you already that I’m not hiding anything.”

“Then tell me what happened on the night of Liz’s party. Why didn’t you show up?”

He sighed, accepting the fact that it was impossible to hide something from you. He made you sit on the couch as he explained what went down that night and that he was hiding behind the lockers from the bad guys. He told you how he found the glowy thing and that he was trying to find out what exactly it was.

You were shocked, to say the least, and angry. How could he be so careless, “Oh god, Peter you’re so stupid!” You said as tears pooled in your eyes, “You could’ve been killed!”

“I know that!” He huffed out somewhat frustrated, “I just wanted to prove that I’m worth more than what Mr Stark thinks. He just keeps treating me like some kid who has no idea what he’s up to, but (Y/n), I know what I’m doing okay? I have it all planned out!” His voice quivered as he let out the last sentence. You felt your heart clench at the sight of him. You loved Peter, maybe a little too much, and you wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to prove his worth to anyone. And that’s exactly what you did.

You walked over to where he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and placed your hands on either side of his face. You looked deep into his brown, familiar eyes, “Hey, you’re worth everything, okay?” You smiled through the tears, “And you don’t need to prove it to anyone”

He looked at you and whispered with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it though.” You chuckled softly, wiping the tears from his cheek. “It was stupid what you did back on Friday night.”

“I know. Totally stupid.”

You both laughed awkwardly looking into each other’s eyes when you realised that your hands were still firm on his cheek and the proximity between you has increased at an alarming rate.

And the next thing you know, his lips were on yours.

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[kilibaggins]

This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic... ever... So be easy on me 😂. This is a Draco x Reader Drabble written for @angelinathebook 's writing challenge with the prompts:

#7. “I just want you to hold me”

and

#9. “Promise me this is forever”

Draco is feeling sad and abandoned. He gets his comfort from you.

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Draco Malfoy wasn't soft. He wasn't a boy who would let his emotions run free, everyone knee this. Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy's only open Emotion, is anger. Except for you. You saw his soft side. You saw the side of him that was broken and hurt. And today was sadly one of those times.

"Everyone just leaves me! I mean, at the end of the day, what does it matter? Everytime I get a friend they either leave me completely, or they ditch me for someone else and barley talk to me." Draco rants from the edge of his bed. You're sitting up against the headboard with your legs out. You sigh sadly when Draco is done ranting and he puts his head in his hands. You sit up and grab at his sleeve prompting him to look at you, ahen he does you lean forward and kiss his nose softly.

"Can I do anything to make you feel better?" You ask softly and then raise your hand to his hair to run your fingers through it. He pushes his head into your hand and you smile softly. You pull your hand from his hair and kiss his lips softly.

"I just want you to hold me." He says quietly looking at his lap. You smile brightly and tug at his arm and start moving back to rest against the headboard, he quickly follows laying his head softly on your thighs, and curls the rest of his body up so hes in a ball. You raise your hand and run it up and down his side and bring your other hand up to his hair. He sighs softly and relaxes further into you hold.

"Promise me this is forever." He says as if he doesn't know whether he should say it or not. Your hand slowly in his hair for a second, then immediately starts messing with his hair once again.

"I Promise."

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[fablesrose]

Because I Am

Description: Worth and the heart are very fragile things. Sometimes it’s good to know when to walk away.

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x reader

Word count: 2,136 

Warnings: break-ups, implied cheating

A/n: This was written for @angelinathebook‘s 300 follower writing challenge, congrats on 1,000 followers babe! The prompt I chose was “You’re not worth it,” it will be in bold. Enjoy!

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Late, again.

I checked my watch, seeing the minute hand tick past the hour mark. I sat in the cafe only a couple streets away from my flat with my favorite drink and scone. It had been nice to take the morning off, but I was hoping my boyfriend would join me like I asked him to.

This marks the third date that he’s either been late, or not shown at all. It was starting to look like it was going to be the latter. I started to wonder if he was losing interest again. The last time that happened the only reason we got back together was because of the time apart, we thought we were different people so we gave it another go.

But never had he forgotten my birthday. That made me wonder if he got caught up with his duties in the sanctum. He always was a workaholic. And because of that he’s on his third chance.

Chances. Everybody knows I give a lot to many. Maybe too many to too many people. Every chance given is a piece of my heart that’s cracked. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it doesn’t pay off. Sometimes even then, after more were given than was deserved, they have the audacity to ask for one more.

I sighed and shook myself out of my thoughts, coming to the conclusion that Stephen wasn’t coming. It’s alright, I’ll just pop by the New York sanctum to say hello. I grabbed my drink and headed towards the London sanctum, the one I study in. Not very often do I enter the sanctums in my casual clothes, but everyone knew I wasn’t due back to work until later this afternoon.

I said hello to those I passed in the hallways and eventually I reached the doors to the other sanctums. Still sipping on my drink I walked through and wandered the hallways trying to find my over worked boyfriend. I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find him. He’s always moving and I wasn’t as familiar with this one as the one in London. So instead I went to the library where I knew I’d find Wong.

“Welcome Y/n.” Wong didn’t look up from his book as I approached.

“Hey, Wong,” I perched myself on the corner of the desk and craned my neck to see what he was reading, “Spiritus pax, et imperium… That’s a good one I’ve heard. Haven’t gotten around to it.”

Wong nodded to show he heard me, but didn’t make much of an effort for small talk.

“Wong, have you seen Stephen today?”

He looked up at me, “No, he texted and said he was spending the morning with you.”

That doesn’t seem right, “That’s odd since he didn’t show for breakfast two hours ago...”

We both shrugged at each other.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll wait for him to get in, I took the whole morning off.”

Wong turned back to his book, “You are welcome to stay as long as you would like.”

“Thanks.”

I stayed perched on the desk and pulled out my phone. I started to scroll through Instagram to pass the time. Eventually I scrolled through all of the new posts and decided to hop over to Stephen’s profile.

It took a long time to convince him to get one and he hardly ever used it, as shown by the next to no pictures posted. He had more pictures in the tagged section, most of them tagged by me. I flipped over there and scrolled to the bottom to start at the beginning.

I enjoyed scrolling through pictures of us that I had taken. Some of them were silly, far and spread between cute moments on adventures. I particularly liked the one where we sat together on the Ferris Wheel. Stephen had taken my phone when I pulled it out to take a picture of the view. He quickly used his long arms to snap a picture of him kissing my cheek. He caught me laughing with my eyes closed, and managed to angle so the colors of the sunset were in the background. It was my favorite picture.

I finally reached the top with the most recent pictures when I noticed one that I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t uncommon, Stephen had other friends that tagged him in things, so it wasn’t the first I didn’t know.

The picture was part of a brunette’s face, her hair clearly messy from just waking up. The picture had the purpose of catching the background, and clearly visible was Stephen looking over his shoulder at her. He had a half smile and was wearing the shirt I got him only a couple of weeks ago. That’s how I knew it was recent, despite it being posted just this morning. I noticed he was wearing the shorts he usually wore to bed which made my heart start to sink.

The caption read: Look at how cute my boo is! He’s so sweet to make me breakfast, Love you!

I could tell my the picture that it wasn’t Stephen’s apartment, and all of it together caused my stomach to twist.

I didn’t look up from the picture, “Wong?”

“Hm?”

“Were those his exact words? That he was hanging out with me?”

He looked up from his book again, looking a bit puzzled, “No… He said he was spending the morning with his girlfriend. Why?”

I tapped the side of my phone for a moment before deciding to show him the picture.

“Wong, what does that seem like to you?” I held my breath, waiting for him to call me crazy.

He took a deep breath, “It looks like he’s cheating on you.”

I sighed heavily, “That’s what I thought...” I boosted myself off of the table, “Well! I guess my morning off is being cut short. If you need me I’ll be next door.”

Wong nodded at me with a concerned look on his face, but didn’t move to stop me.

I quickly went to the London sanctum and changed into my instructor robes. I didn’t have a set class, instead I went where I was needed, giving a helping hand with the children.

I taught the classes with a heavy heart, but I surprised myself with dry eyes. It’s impossible to stay in too bad of a mood when you are in the midst of little ones, though. They giggled when they were supposed to be concentrating, and made funny faces when they concentrated too hard.

Before I knew it, the end of the day came. All the classes scheduled were completed, and I wasn’t booked on the night shift at the sanctum, so I was able to go home.

I was packing up my things after the final class of the day when a little girl tugged on my sleeve. She pulled a beautiful flower from behind her back and stretched her arm out towards me. She whispered timidly, “Happy birthday, Miss.”

I was shocked. In the midst of everything going on I had forgotten it was my own birthday, and hardly anyone knows when it is. I squatted down to her level and looked up towards the exit to see some of the older students who I have taught for ages looking at the scene expectantly. I smiled and waved softly at them before turning my attention back to the young girl handing me a flower. It had magical golden sparkles dripping around and on the petals, mesmerizing me.

I gently took the stem from her hand and held her cheek in one hand. I kissed her hairline quickly but softly, “Thank you, little one. I love it.”

She beamed up at me and bolted to her fellow students.

I didn’t want to crush the flower in my bag, and I knew I couldn’t walk home with the flower out in the open, but I also wanted to enjoy the slight sprinkle that had started on the glass windows, so I quickly used my sling ring to open a portal just big enough to place the flower in the glass of water I remembered I left on the counter this morning.

I walked home slowly, hearing the soft pat pat pat of the rain against the pavement next to me was soothing. By the time I reached my flat my hair was just wet enough to stick to my face. I left the lights dim and started to make myself dinner. I wasn’t sure how everything was going to go from here, I didn’t know what moves I would have to make, or what he would do in turn. So, instead of worrying or even reacting to it, I was going to think, I was going to continue as I have, and I wasn’t going to let it rule over me.

At least, that was my plan until Stephen himself walked through my flat door, using the spare key he keeps. He was still in his sanctum wear and his hair was dripping, slightly tinged white from the gel that no longer kept his hair in it’s place. I couldn’t help but smile at the look.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” His features formed into something that was almost concern, but not quite, and all of the sudden the quiet little moment of him looking silly and not a care in the world was broken.

My smile faltered slightly, “Yeah, why do you ask?” I subconsciously picked up his ring of keys that he dropped on the counter. I did it often, so he didn’t notice when I subtly removed my flat key as I was fiddling with it.

“Wong said you were upset.”

“Ah...” I turned back towards the stove to give my meal a stir, “You- You didn’t come to breakfast this morning.” I guess I was doing this, I just hope I could do it slowly.

“Oh, was that today? I got a call from someone who needed some of my guidance in the Hong Kong sanctum.”

So now he was blatantly lying to me. Fantastic.

“I saw you wore that shirt I got you today, I’m glad you like it.” I kept my voice calm, even, and terribly bland. I was afraid if I showed anything, I would show everything.

There was a pause where I’m sure Stephen was puzzling over what that meant. I heard the click of his phone unlocking and then the sharp intake of breath.

“Did you...” He trailed off nervously.

I turned just enough to see that he had Instagram pulled up on his phone. I hummed softly, “So...” I turned to lean against the counter and face him, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He was caught off guard and started to sputter silently. Maybe I was secretly hoping for a good explanation, that was his sister or a cousin who’s place he crashed at for whatever reason, his neighbor was feeling sick, and they have that kind of relationship, anything, really. I kinda think I would have bought it too.

But no, instead, after he stopped sputtering, he fell silent completely. He offered no explanation, not even a lame excuse. I nodded to myself and pushed myself to stand. I walked to the door and opened it, standing to the side to let my now ex-boyfriend pass.

“You could have just said you were losing interest Stephen.”

He had just stepped across the threshold when he turned around, “Y/n, one more chance. Please.”

Even him asking was breaking my heart again. Just like all the other times someone asked for just one more chance. I decided I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t lose anymore of myself to giving one more chance to those who didn’t earn it.

“No.”

I started to close the door before he asked, no, he pleaded, “Why?”

I paused and held his gaze firmly, “You’re not worth it.”

I closed the door the rest of the way and when he made a move to keep it open I used the sling ring I slipped onto my finger to make his hand fall through, keeping him from stopping me. I locked the door and slid to the floor.

It was done.

I finished my dinner slowly. Everything seemed so bland, but I didn’t regret it. I was just so tired. Maybe I should have seen the signs. All I knew was that I lived a nice life full of wonder and magic. And that was enough for me.

Later that evening I gently touched the sparkling flower I was given. I played the conversation in my head over and over. I gazed into my own eyes in the mirror as I approached the last lines.

“Why?”

“You’re not worth it.”

Because I am.

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[dapandapod]

Eyes on the prize

Congratulations @angelinathebook on 300 followers and thank you for letting me joing in on the writingchallenge to celebrate it!  You can fint the promptlist and the other works here, and my story on Ao3 here!   Oh and thank you @chaotic-fae-queen for helping me look over it before I published! You are a dear heart indeed!

8. “Kiss me” “No, like you mean it” 18. “Is that a blush? Are you blushing?”

This is a Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter story, because Im still a Drarry girl after all. Geraskier in all its glory, but sometimes you gotta go back to your roots. ENJOY! 

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Undercover missions are the worst. The afternoon is dark and bleak, rain is pouring down like Merlin himself decided the new fashion is gills and it’s time for the mere mortals to adapt. From where Draco stands, he is fairly protected against the worst of it. Big rivulets of water streams from the roof above him, splashing up on his nice leather shoes when it hits the pavement. So annoying. So incredibly annoying. The hem of his trousers are wet, the back of his neck is wet, his hair is wet, and honestly, it’s almost quicker to list what is actually not wet. He stands pressed against the outer wall of a small bakery. They are not even in England. They are somewhere in Italy, assisting the local aurors to find a chain of potion smugglers. They, as in him and his auror partner Potter. And of course some other backup, but mostly him and Potter, as they are the ones out in the rain. The prey they are stalking this fine afternoon is hopefully going to lead them to where the actual selling happens. Draco and Potter are tasked with the following, Wesley and a bloke called Barnabys staying behind ready to join them if need be. There are not many people around, obviously. So it is easy to spot the guy they are looking for, but it would also make it easy to spot them. Draco and Potter stand shoulder to shoulder, and the warmth radiating from him is a tad bit distracting. As is the shirt clinging to Potter's torso. And his dark curls plastered to his forehead. And that droplet falling down Potter’s cheek. Why is everything so wet?! Focus, Draco. Eyes on the prize. But he can’t stop fidgeting. Potter sends him a look, and Draco is too cranky for this. “What.” he snaps, picking at his jacket. “Just… calm down?” Potter says quietly. “We’ll spot him soon.” Draco goes rigid. Because he just did spot him. They guy has dark clothes, a hood covering most of his appearance. The rain makes it a little hard to see, but Draco is certain it’s him. The guy makes eye contact with Draco, and shit. He stops and stares at him, and this might blow the entire thing. He turns his head towards Potter, plastering a soft smile on his face. Potter looks mighty confused, and then Draco reaches over and links their hands together, heart beating loudly in his chest. No matter his feelings, this operation can’t fail now. He refuses to stand in the rain again and let it ruin yet another pair of shoes. Potter's fingers are just a little rough and dry against his. How is he so warm? Draco won’t let his smile falter when Potter looks at him, confused but also… something else he can’t pinpoint. “He’s here.” Draco says, squeezing Potter's hand. “And he spotted me.” Their shoulder bumps together and Draco just wants to die. The fabric of his wet jacket is very unpleasant where they touch, but bloody hell it does things to him. Potter, finally getting the message, gives him one adoring look, and pulls him closer. Fuck, this is not helping Draco at all. Potter leans in, so close he can feel the stubble on his chin brush against his cheek. The tiniest of shivers trickles down Dracos spine. “Where?” He mumbles against Draco’s ear. Fuck fuck fuck. Heat rises to his face and he can feel his ears get hot. “By the lamp post, the guy in the dark blue hoodie.” He murmurs back, angling his face just a little to get closer to Potter. Draco’s head is screaming at him. This is just an act, don’t get carried away, don’t let this get to you, this is just for the case. “I see him.” Potter says. “He is still watching.” Bloody hell. “Kiss me.” Draco says before he can shut his mouth. Merlin's old, saggy, cheesysmelling blueballs. “What?” Potter breathes, now staring at Draco in disbelief. Draco can’t believe himself either, so there’s that. “Public display of affection makes people very uncomfortable” “Yeah, they do.” Potter says but leans in anyway and puts a tiny peck on the corner of his mouth and retreats hastily. “It didn’t work.” Ha-... Potter says, and Draco has to roll his eyes. “Of course not. You have to kiss me like you mean it.” He said it. He actually asked Ha-..Potter to kiss him. A second time. Draco will make sure Pansy will never, ever hear of this. “Fine.” Potter grumbles, and to Draco’s dismay pulls him even closer, the rain now hitting his shoulder. But he can’t bring himself to care, because with his free hand Harry is now touching his face, bloody cupping his cheek. At the first hot puff of breath against his lips Draco involuntarily squeezes Harry's hand. He senses more than sees a smile ghost against his skin, and then Harry's lips are on his. Firm and hot and dry and Harry's nose is pressing into his cheek and he can’t contain the small gasp demanding to get out. Harry sucks Draco's lower lip between his, and that is just not fair at all. When the lip is returned to its rightful owner Harry leans back a little. Draco can feel the heat burning on his cheek and on his ears, thrumming with the beat of his heart. He can’t look at Harry yet so he looks at his shirt. It’s just an ugly old sweater, knitted with brown squares, soaked wet by this amazing weather, and it is once again unfair how it just .. works on Harry. Who just kissed him. Because Draco asked him to. And that is what Harry kisses like when he means it. Fuck. “It worked.” Yes it did. He is well and fully broken now. He swallows, and then realizes Harry’s hand is still in his, the other still on his face. “Do you see him?” Draco croaks, what a time for his voice to break. “Yes but… Is that a blush? Malfoy are you blushing?” Salazars snakepainted underwear, why did Ha-... Potter decide to have eyes right now? “No.” He says, leaning back again. Ugh, his shoulder is soaked though now. Potter's hand slide away from his skin as he leans back against the wall again. When he attempts to free his hand, Potter holds it tighter. Draco finally looks up to glare at him, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees Potter. There is colour staining his cheeks too, a tiny embarrassed smile in his lips, eyes perfectly bloody green behind those smudged lenses. “I'm keeping this.” Potter says, lifting their hands a little. “Let’s go get the bastards.” He smirks, and all Draco can do is nod and follow Potter out in the rain.

They got the bastards, and they got a date next tuesday.

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[manage-mischief]

Star Struck

Read on AO3 here. 

Summary: Prompt: “I couldn’t function without you.” 

Lily Evans was having an awful day. James decides to try and make it better.

Author’s note: Written for @angelinathebook‘s writing challenge. Shameless fluff. I think I’m going to write for Jily more often: this was so fun to do. This takes place during 7th year, after Lily and James had been dating for a few months. Hope you enjoy!

Lily Evans was having an awful day. She had been up all last night on patrol as Head Girl, dealing with some incompetent first years who had injured themselves trying to touch the trunk of the Whomping Willow. The incident reports had taken hours for her to complete. This morning, she had headed to her classes with a massive, ear-splitting headache. She could barely concentrate during Potions, had accidentally set a cushion on fire in Charms, and was sure she had failed this afternoon’s Transfiguration exam. All she wanted to do was return to her dorm and sleep for the foreseeable future. She should have known that she wouldn’t be so lucky.

As she made her way back to Gryffindor Tower, a voice called out from behind her.

“Hey, Lils!”

Lily smiled and slowed her pace to allow her best friend, Mary MacDonald, to catch up. Despite her immense fatigue and desire to avoid human interaction, she could never be irritated at Mary. The girl was just too damn sweet.

“Hey Mare, you headed back to the Common Room?”

“Of course! That’s where everyone’s headed, isn’t it? I suppose they all want to see,” Mary giggled. When she saw the blank expression on Lily’s face, however, her laughter died.

“Oh. You…you didn’t hear…”

“What didn’t I hear?” Lily questioned. As she climbed the stairs, she now noticed the unusually thick flock of students around her. An electric excitement ran through the air as the young Gryffindors whispered in hushed, urgent tones. The whole house seemed to be making their way back to their dormitory.

“I can’t believe they actually did it,” a small third-year gossiped with her friend.

“Well, they didn’t really, did they? I mean, that’s what I heard. That they failed and are all stuck in it now! That’s why everyone’s going back to see,” her companion replied.

“I guess so. But, still, it’s a hilarious prank, even if it hasn’t gone quite according to plan. They’re so funny! And the tall one, he has such dreamy eyes,” the first girl sighed.

Lily’s mind filled with dread. So, someone—or rather—some people had tried to pull off a prank in the Gryffindor Common Room, and it had gone miserably wrong. She looked at Mary, not even wanting to ask…

“I think it was an accident…they didn’t mean it…” Mary quietly muttered, avoiding her gaze. Lily’s unspoken question had been answered. Dammit, James.

Lily stormed up the final steps, shoving her housemates out of the way a bit more aggressively than was necessarily appropriate. She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and took a deep breath, attempting to gain some last-minute composure before she walked in on whatever mess her boyfriend and his mates had concocted.

“Hungarian Horntail,” she gave the password, rubbing her temple. The Fat Lady looked down upon her with sympathy. “Correct. Are you sure you want to see? It’s a lot to take in, and you look exhausted.” Reluctantly, Lily nodded. The painting swung open.

Lily had thought she was prepared to witness whatever stupidity awaited her. She had thought wrong. The scene that was unfolding before her was so bewildering, so utterly idiotic, that it took her several moments to fully process.

Students stood on their dormitory stairs, craning around each other for a view of the chaos that was ensuing. Lily felt a mob of people behind her in the portrait hole, pressing in to get a closer look. For the Common Room was no longer the Common Room. The entire place had been transformed from a cozy castle hangout to a hot, damp, sticky bog. The chairs and couches that normally occupied the space were all covered in a thick, black mud that looked to be about waist high.

And, in the middle of the monstrous, muddy mess were none other than her boyfriend, James Potter, and his three best friends.

“Oi Pete, stop moving! You’re splashing mud on my glasses!” the black-haired boy snapped.

“Sorry!”

James had yet to recognize Lily’s presence. She remained in the portrait hole, vaguely aware her house mates’ giggles. Every member of Gryffindor seemed to be there, all witnessing the same scene: James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin —Merlin’s balls, she’d have thought he at least would have known better—all stuck in the muddy bog that they had evidently created.

The four boys continued to struggle for a few moments, but it was no use. They remained stuck, unable to break free from their dirty prison.

“Moons, watch the hair,” Sirius cried as Remus attempted to pry his mud-soaked hand off of his friend’s scalp. “Ow!”

“Shut it, you two,” James shouted. “We need to figure out how to get out and get rid of this mess before Lily—”

“Ahem,” Lily coughed. Slowly, all four boys turned—as much as they could, given they were trapped in enchanted mud—towards the redhead in the entryway. “Too late.”

James’ face turned beet-red. His hands shot up to his hair unconsciously, mussing it up. He swallowed. “Oh, hey Lils. Have a nice day?”

So, he was going for the casual act. Ok. She could play along. “Ah, you know, nothing too special. After being up all last night, I was hoping to turn in early. But, it seems like some idiots made sure I can’t get to my room, doesn’t it? How strange! You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this mess, would you?”

Sirius snorted, amused at the sight of his best mate being publicly mocked by his girlfriend. Lily turned her head and glared daggers. He shut up immediately. Her gaze shifted to Remus, who refused to meet it. At least he had the audacity to look ashamed of himself.

The four troublemakers regarded one another, silently debating who was going to be the one to tell Lily the truth. She stared back at James. Despite her annoyance, she was curious about what had caused this predicament.

“Well,” James finally spoke. “We modified this portable swamp we bought at Zonko’s. Those one’s they sell there aren’t very effective,” he paused and looked up at her hopefully, wondering if he could get away without having to explain the rest.

“And?” Lily pressed. The rest of the Gryffindors fell silent and watched intently, like they were spectating at a very intense Quidditch match.

James sighed. “And we were going to use it to transform the Slytherin Common Room—they totally deserved it, Mulciber and Avery hexed a first-year muggle born this morning—and well…Peter sort of…dropped it…”

Lily’s eyes widened. “He…dropped it?”

Peter whimpered. All eyes had focused on him. “Nice going, Pettigrew,” someone scathingly remarked.

“Hey!” James came to the defense of his small, squirrely friend. “Shut it! Anyways, well, it ended up being dropped and activated and we hadn’t exactly tested it to see how the mud would work and well…here we are,” he gestured to himself, his friends, and the mud that trapped them. “We can’t seem to figure out how to get rid of it…”

Lily wanted to stay mad. Oh, how she wanted to stay mad. But, looking at James’s cheeky, apologetic grin, her annoyance melted away. She drew her wand and began mumbling some incantations for getting rid of magical messes that she had learned about earlier in the year. Sure enough, the mud began to disappear, and the Common Room returned to normal. Now, all of the Gryffindors’ eyes were focused on her, filled with awe and admiration. It was a good thing she paid attention in Charms.

“Oi,” she cried at the dumbfounded spectators. “What’re you all doing still standing around? Show’s over, folks!”

Instantly, the crowd scattered. Lily hopped gracefully down onto the now mud-free floor and walked over to James, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. She rolled her eyes. “Git,” she muttered, but her small smile betrayed her irritated tone.

Sirius walked behind her and patted her on the back. “Nice one, Evans. You’re a champ!” He grabbed Remus’s hand and dragged him up towards the boys’ dorm. Remus shot her an apologetic look before he vanished up the stairs.

“That was brilliant, Lily,” James praised her. “Seriously. Thank you. I know it was idiotic, and immature, and—”

“—and we’ll have to think of another way to stick it to those wannabe Death Eaters,” Lily finished. James stared at her in shock and admiration.

“Oh, you bloody bet we will,” he joyfully exclaimed.

“As long as you run your ideas by me, Potter. Because, from what I saw here tonight, I think you’re in desperate need of my supervision.”

“I promise, Lily. Honestly. I couldn’t function without you.” His tone was joking, but his expression was sincere.

“Clearly,” she stated, holding back a yawn. She frowned, remembering the day’s events and her exhaustion. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just really want to go to sleep and forget this dreadful day ever happened.” She turned for the stairs, but he grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him.

“Hey,” James’s hazel eyes sparkled. “How about I make it up to you? You go take a nap. Meet me back here at midnight. I promise I’ll do my best to improve this shitty day of yours.”

Lily’s insides swelled with warmth. Despite what anyone may think, James Potter was a sweet and caring boy. He may have been an idiot, but he was her idiot. “It’s a date,” she smiled. Their hands lingered as she walked away from him, up to her room. A wide grin was still plastered on her face as she flopped down onto her bed, thinking of the boy who would be waiting for her when she woke up.

At midnight, Lily crept down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone. There were only a few other students studying when she arrived at the Common Room—none of them James. She glanced around and checked her reflection in a decorative suit of armor while she waited. After a few moments, she felt a tap on her shoulder. However, when she spun around, no one was there. She scanned the room. Still no sign of James. All of a sudden, the air in front of her rippled. An instant later, she found herself staring at her boyfriend’s disembodied head.

Lily jumped backwards, wide-eyed. “Bloody hell!”

James’s head laughed heartily. “Sorry, Lil, I couldn’t resist,” he said, cheekily. “Here, come on in, there’s plenty of room.” He revealed the rest of his body as he pulled open what appeared to be a slightly-used cloak. She nervously looked around to make sure no one else was watching, and then darted into his open arms. He folded the cloak around her body and pulled it over their heads.

Lily felt her heartbeat pound in her chest as they were pressed together under the garment. She glanced back and noticed that her reflection had disappeared from the shiny surface of the suit of armor. “Wow, an Invisibility Cloak!  I thought these were a myth! I’m impressed, Potter,” she teased.

“Only the best for you, dear,” James didn’t miss a beat. “Shall we?” He gestured at the portrait hole.

“Trying to get us caught out of bed after hours, are we? Just when I thought you’d had enough trouble for today.”

“Well, are you going to join me, or not? Because I could always get Sirius to come instead. Though he’s not nearly as fun to snog,” James winked. Lily’s face broke out into what she now referred to as her uncontrollable “James grin”—large, beaming, playful, and usually accompanied by the shaking of her head. She had been wearing this expression a lot, lately. No one brought out her goofy, carefree side nearly as much as James Potter did.

“If you insist, James, lead the way.”

The pair maneuvered themselves out of the portrait hole, remaining under the cover of the cloak. About half way down the corridor, James put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stop. He pulled out a ruddy old piece of parchment and examined it pointedly. “Hm, no, we should be ok, he’s on the first floor…”

“Who’s on the first floor?”

“Peeves,” James said, matter-of-factly.

“And you know this how exactly?” Lily asked suspiciously, trying to peer up to see what was on the paper in his hands. Quickly, though, James stuffed the parchment into his back pocket.

“I have my ways,” he cryptically remarked. “Point is, we won’t be attacked by flying dung bombs on our way to the Astronomy Tower. C’mon.”

The couple climbed up the stairs to the tallest tower of the castle. James opened the door to the open-air observatory and revealed his surprise.

Lily gasped. A picnic blanket had been arranged on the floor. Spread out upon the red and white gingham was an assortment of her favorite treats: Cauldron Cakes, treacle tarts, and, to her delight and surprise, a bag of her favorite Muggle candy, Skittles. Two goblets had been set to the side, as well as several bottles of butterbeer. James gently pulled the cloak off of them and jerked his head at the display.

“After you, m’lday.” He took Lily’s hand and helped her take a seat on the blanket. He plopped down beside her. The night was cool and clear. She looked up and noticed that he had arranged their picnic in the perfect position to gaze up at the glittering stars overhead.

“James…”

“I know, I’m an amazing boyfriend and you don’t know how you got so lucky,” he joked, dramatically. Lily chuckled.

“This is…well…it’s absolutely perfect.” She reached for the bag of Skittles. “How did you even get these? And…is this butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks? What do you do, keep a stock?”

He flashed a mischievous smile. “I have my ways…and had some time while you were sleeping. Seriously, it’s the least I could do. It seemed like you were having a bad day. And, I see it as my quintessential duty as ‘Boyfriend to Miss Lily Evans’ to cheer you up when you’re feeling down.”

Lily’s cheeks reddened. She grinned shyly as she reached into the bag of chewy candies.

“Here,” James said, “hand me some of those. I need to see what all the fuss is about.”

After the pair had eaten and drank their fill, they sat silently together, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up at the sparkling heavens above.

“You know,” Lily remarked, “I reckon I’d have enjoyed Astronomy classes a lot more if they had been more like this.”  

“Yeah, I reckon I would’ve, too,” James replied, turning his body so he was facing her head on. His untidy black hair rustled slightly with the wind. His glasses sat slightly crooked on his face, and Lily gently reached her hand up to straighten them. As she slowly drew her hand away, he took it and kissed it. He moved his other hand to brush a strand of red hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered downward, shyly. Slowly, timidly at first, the young couple leaned in closer until, finally, they bridged the gap between them. Their lips met, and Lily felt the familiar flock of butterflies explode inside of her: butterflies that always appeared when James kissed her.

Their soft kisses became more intense. Her hands ran through his mop of hair, while his moved up and down her body. She broke away for a moment.

“Better than Sirius?” she teased.

“Loads,” James laughed before he pulled her back in.

And so, the couple remained glued together well into the night, exploring each other under the stars…  

….

“James?” Lily turned her head to look at him, comfortably leaning back into his warm chest, his arms wrapped around her.

“Hm?”

“What was on that paper?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I knew you wouldn’t turn a blind eye. Trust me, it’s better if you don’t know. I’ve already shown you my Cloak. I can’t be giving away all of my secrets.”

Lily pouted.

“After we graduate, I’ll tell you,” he relented.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll be together after we graduate,” Lily quipped, though secretly joyful that he had spoken of a future between them.

He stared down at her, his gaze suddenly intense. “We will,” he said, so seriously that it made Lily’s heart skip a beat. “I know we will. I told you before, Lily. I couldn’t function without you.”

And, as her green eyes stared into his hazel ones, she realized: she didn’t think she could function without him, either.

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[nekoannie-chan]

The night we met

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 1674 words.

Summary: Something went wrong in the last mission, something that completely changed his life, Brock doesn’t know how to overcome what happened and continue with his life.

Warnings: Some smut references, death of a character, nothing explicit.

A/N: Flashbacks are in italics.

This is my entry to @imma-new-soul​ ‘s Jay’s 550 followers writing challenge and to @angelinathebook​ ‘s Lena’s 300 followers writing challenge with the song prompt #1 y #5:

“The night we met” by Lord Huron.

Also is my entry to @ugh-supersoldiers‘s Gracey’s 5K Challenge with prompt #6:

“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change”.

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I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

 Brock was sitting on the floor, he saw the bottle in front of him, and there were also the photos, some of which were taken at your wedding, many of your dates, others of special moments in your relationship.  

He knew that at the time he should not get drunk, he had another obligation that needed him, but it was very difficult to continue with that pain.

It hurts so badly, he didn't know how he was going to get over it, he didn't feel able to continue, he was very angry because everything changed, the plans that you had now made no sense.  

It supposed you will be old together, you were going to have several children and they would see they grow up, but Werner von Strucker came to ruin all the plans, even though they had captured him, it wasn't enough, he wanted revenge, he needed to make he pays for destroying his family, but his teammates wouldn't let him, they claimed he would pay, however, they didn't understand what you meant to him. , nothing would be enough to make up for what had taken away from him.

 I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

 He could remember in great detail how you knew each other, both had entered as recruits for S.H.I.E.L.D.  

 You used to be away from the rest of the recruits, almost always alone, you seemed very shy, he used to always be chatting with one of his teammates.

That's precisely what caught Brock's eye on you, he didn't understand why someone as beautiful as you wouldn't want to draw attention.  

He felt lucky when he touched them on the same team in the first practice. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself by extending your hand. 

"Brock Rumlow," he replied by holding your hand. 

You were a great team, you always gave the best results.

The first time he asked you for a date, he'd never felt so nervous before, for a moment he thought you were going to turn him down, he walked into the office you were working on to invite you in.  

"Do you want to go to the fair?” He invited you. 

"With you?” You asked distractedly.  

“Yes... Well... forget it, never mind,” he retracted.

You blinked a little, you finally understood what Brock had asked you.  

"I'd love to, as long as it's just you and me," you answered.  

He smiled a little, the nerves were gone.  

"Only you and me, Saturday at seven o'clock, I pick you, okay?”  

"Perfect.”

 And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do

 He looked up a little more, in a chair, was the first stuffed animal he had given you, the face you had put in made it worthwhile, it had been a successful first date.

 "Do you want some of those stuffed animals?" he asked when you walked past one of the stands.   

"Do you know how to play it? I'm too bad for those games," you said.  

You stopped in front of the post and paid.  

"Which stuffed animal do you want?" he questioned.  

"That dog," you pointed out.  

Never before had he felt so pressured to win a prize, he played and won it, he immediately gave it to you, you looked like a little girl. 

"Thank you, you're very skillful," you thanked him.

You kissed him, you barely grazed his lips, but that was enough for him.

 And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

 Your kisses, he was going to miss them, your body, your caresses, everything from you.

 He needed to know if you two were in a relationship to know how to behave, if it was just an adventure, would set aside your feelings. 

"So what are we?” He asked.  

"Aren't we in a relationship? I thought that...” 

"We've never talked about it before..."Then I have to assume we're nothing or we can be in a relationship if that's what you want,” you figured.

He kissed you.

 I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

 He felt it was all his fault what happened, he must have insisted that you stay at the Compound with Wanda that day, if he could return the time, he would prevent you from going on a mission. 

 You were lying in bed after making love, you had your face hidden in his chest, while he hugged you with one arm and with the other hand caressed your hair.  

"Marry me," he said suddenly. 

"Hmm?”   

You raised your face, you weren't sure what you heard. 

"I know it's not the most romantic way, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued.  

You smiled, you passed a finger over his chest. 

"Are you sure? I can be very unbearable," you answered.

“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change.”

You bit your lip, you knew he couldn't stand the intrigue. 

"I don't think you're very convinced.” 

 "I am more than ever, do you want to be my wife?" he asked again.  

"Yes, but only if you give me my engagement ring," you answered, laughing.

"I'll buy you the one you like the most," he promised. 

He kissed you and you made love again.

 I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

 He stroked his wedding ring with one finger, what was he gonna do now?

He saw your wedding photo, it was one of the happiest days of his life when he started thinking that he should do things right.  

He took the picture, for him, you had been the most beautiful bride in the world in that dress.  

Sometimes you used to dance to the song that had been your waltz at your wedding.

 You were married for four months when he decided to tell you the truth.

 "I have something to confess to you," he said out of nowhere.  

You looked at him with doubt, even though you kept muddying the jam on the bread you were having for breakfast.  

"Are you cheat on me?" you questioned trying to stay calm. 

"What? No! I couldn't do that to you.”  

"Ah... then it can't be worse,” you answered calmer. 

 "I'm HYDRA," he finally said.  

You dropped the bread out of your hand. 

 "What? Oh... Brock...”  

What were you supposed to do? You never suspected he was the enemy.

"If you ask me I'm going to confess everything to Fury, I don't want to lose you, first listen to me, there's a good reason for this...

 You had heard and supported it, in the end as promised he confessed everything to Fury and even helped dismantle the organization enemies, yet many enemies had been gained. 

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears

 When you announced that you were pregnant, he immediately prevented her from going on more missions, he didn't plan on taking any chances, finally, he was having the family, he had always wanted.

One night you got up when you heard noises, they came from what would be the baby's room, when you walked in you saw Brock opening boxes with the furniture that would be in the room.  

"Brock, isn't it very fast yet, I mean, I'm only three months old," you asked. 

He turned to see you, he didn't think he was making so much noise.   

"Everything must be ready by the time the baby gets here," he replied.

 And when the little girl was born, he didn't care if they saw him crying, it was promised that he would protect his daughter from any danger.  

Tears fell again when he remembers when the doctors told him that you were dead.

 When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

 “Brock…”

It hurts a lot, he crouched down to check your wounds. 

“Y/N... wait... help is on the way," he said. 

"I don't think...”

”Shh... everything will be fine, they're on their way," he repeated.  

He was trying to stop the blood loss, but you'd already lost too much. 

"I love you, tell our daughter that I love her too, please take care of her, take care of her, please, I’m sorry….” 

He tried to keep you from talking to keep you from running out of energy. 

The wait in the hospital had become eternal, as soon as he saw the doctor immediately rose.  

"I'm sorry, they didn't make it," they informed him. 

 "Did they make it?" he asked.  

The information was like a bucket of cold water.

 I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

 You were three weeks pregnant, he couldn't help wondering why you hadn't told him yet, what he didn't know was that you were going to tell him the night that you came back from the mission.  

He wiped away tears when he heard the door open.  

"Daddy?" the little girl came into the room.  

"Hey princess," he replied by opening his arms to get him closer. 

The girl ran to hug him.

"Sorry, she got away," Wanda apologized coming in.  

Brock beckoned her that he was fine.  

"Mommy doesn't love me anymore?” The little girl suddenly asked.

"What? Why do you say that?” Brock questioned.  

He had asked not to tell him anything that had happened, he wanted to explain it to him himself.

"She didn't come back," she replied.  

"Your mommy loves you, do you remember Lucky?”  

"Mom's dog? Yes, he liked me to give him my candies.”  

"Mom and Lucky are together," Brock explained.  

"In heaven?”  

"Yes, from there they're going to take care of us," he continued.  

"Why didn't she say goodbye? We're not going to the park on Saturday anymore?" the girls asked distraughtly.

Brock sighed, it was harder than he had thought, and he had been promised that all three would go on the weekend.  

"In a little while we'll say goodbye to your mommy, don't worry, you and I are going to the park," he told her.  

He got up and carried her, it was time to go to your funeral, it was going to be very difficult, he kept feeling that his world was collapsed, he would give everything to go back to the day he met you and avoid making all the mistakes, he would be able to do anything as long as you were alive.  

However, he couldn't let himself be beaten, his daughter needed him.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met 

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Hey everyone,

many of you have already written your fics for my writing challenge but for those who haven’t, i now have an end date!!

My 300 follower writing challenge will end...

21st October 2020

so y’all have over three months still but this is when it’s ending. Also, if i haven’t read your fic and you’ve written it, let me know and i’ll check it out!!

i think imma tag who i haven’t received a fic from, that way y’all don’t miss it and so you know :) <3

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