#talking to his girlfriend whenever the moon is visible

[kinshenewa]

Sun jittered happily, taking a bite out of a red onion. He could never understand why it was called a red onion, even though it was obviously purple. He liked the taste of onion, it stung slightly, and it made his stomach feel all weird and warm and tingly. Kind of like when he was around the human.

Speaking of which, he was making his way to her room now. He finished his onion, licking his fingers clean before he knocked at her door.

"It's open!" She called, and Sun opened the door. Cadence was lying on her bed, reading a book as she wore black shorts and a sports bra. "Sup?" She said, not looking up from her book.

Sun giggled giddily, crawling onto her bed. He crawled on top of her before he plopped down, giggling.

She lifted her book when Sun's head forced the book up, his chin resting on her chest as he smiled giddily at her.

She quirked a brow, smiling as she said, "Wassup, golden retriever?"

Sun giggled again, resting his face on her chest. He liked being called that. Golden retrievers are an Earth creature, companions to humans, soft, with soft mouths, making them good with children.

She has called him a golden retriever sometimes, since his energy reminds her of one.

He reminds her of a dog in general. He liked that. He likes dogs.

"What you want?" She asked, poking his head.

"Nothing. Moon's busy, so I decided to bug you instead," Sun replied.

She chuckled, gently stroking his rubbery rays. "Oh yeah? And Eclipse is where?" She asked.

"Visiting our mother. She's thinking of visiting," Sun replied.

"Oh, cool," She replied.

"Well, we have to hide you, so less cool," Sun supplied.

"What?" She said dryly, and Sun looked up to see her looking a mixture of unamused and confused.

"Well, whenever we introduce a girl, she always teases us and asks if the girl is our girlfriend. She's very friendly," Sun said sheepishly, before a thought occurred in his head (for once).

He looked at her, his eyes darkening slightly as he grinned. A subtle click was heard, his fangs becoming visible as his head loomed over her, casting a shadow on her face as his back arched slightly. His rays fluffed out, claws nearly digging into the bedsheets as he looked a her with an almost predatory gaze.

To a stranger, this would be seen as intimidating and threatening. But Cadence knew this was just him showing excitement.

"I know Moon told me not to ask, but would be you our girlfriend?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual.

Her eyes widened, blinking in surprise. She glanced to her right before saying, "W-what do you mean 'our'?"

Sun grinned happily, leaning in closer as he said happily, "Me, Moon, and Eclipse's!"

She narrowed her eyes at him as she said, "Nah, Eclipse don't like me that much."

Sun nodded as he said, "He does! Head over heels! Besides, it's normal," his right hand trailed down, grabbing her hips lightly as he leaned in closer, grin growing wider, "to share."

"D-doesn't that sound like a thing y'all should talk about before talking about it to me?" She stuttered, squirming slightly as she fidgeted. Sun didn't have the brain cells to realize she was avoiding the initial question.

"It's tradition," He said, voice almost dropping to a growl. He leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on her chin. "Twins are most common, after all. It's perfectly normal to share mates amongst siblings," He murmured, fangs grazing her skin.

Her eyes widened, and she gulped quietly. Sun giggled, placing a gentle kiss on her throat and almost tasting her nervousness. "U-u-um, well, uh..." She stuttered, her brain starting to short circuit as her face grew warm.

Sun let out a low rumble, teeth grazing her neck as he awaited her answer. The flesh of her neck is so soft and warm, he had to resist the urge to sink his fangs in like a juicy honeydew.

"C-can I answer at a later time?" She squeaked, hands fidgeting.

Sun nodded as he murmured, "Can I bite you?"

She hesitated for a moment, and Sun started to pull away when she didn't answer immediately. It's fine, he doesn't need to bite her, but it would definitely be nice-

"O-okay..." She said softly, turning her head to the side and looking to her right shyly.

Sun perked up, diving back. He gently peppered kisses where he planned to bite her, softening her resolve. She relaxed slightly, and Sun's hand snuck underneath her, gently rubbing her back.

Wait for it, wait for it... Now.

When she was relatively relaxed, he sunk his fangs into her neck, and she tensed as a small whimper left her throat. Sun comfortingly rubbed her back, his right hand snaking up and gently cradling her head as his fangs flexed, injecting his venom into her bloodstream.

His eyes started glowing a soft pink, a low rumble building in his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she clung to him as his venom started flowing through her bloodstream.

Some time ago, they had made sure she wasn't allergic to his venom- which she wasn't. And by extension, she wouldn't be allergic to Moon's venom either- weak as it may be.

Eclipse's venom is a whole different story, but he didn't care about that right now.

He pulled back, licking her wound before continuing to gently kiss it. Cadence lightly hit her head on his shoulder, Sun's right hand grabbing the back of her head and forcing her to stop.

He could say it didn't bother him, but that would be a lie. It did bother him. She hit her head when she was bored or happy, and he didn't like her hitting her head. He didn't want her to accidentally hurt herself.

He got lost in his thoughts too long. He pulled back, lidded eyes looking down at her neck.

"Oops~" He purred, noticing the hickey he 'accidentally' left.

"What you do," She said softly, eyes closed as she breathed shakily.

"I may have left more of a mark than I intended~" He purred into her ear, kissing the shell as he held her close.

Her eyes opened slightly, looking at him with narrowed eyes. But her eyes closed again when he gently kissed her, pulling her close as his arms wrapped tightly around her, right hand holding her head still.

They may not officially be in a romantic relationship with a label, but he can settle for an unlabeled romantic relationship.

He can wait. He has time. After all, they've known each other for over a year now.

Most other females he has met usually want romantic labeled attractions very quickly. But not Cadence, no no no, not Cadence.

She makes him work for it.

And he couldn't be happier.

He laid her gently on the bed, getting bolder with his actions as he smirked, hands gripping her hips.

He can wait.

She will come around eventually. And until then, he would be happy to wait for that eventual answer he craves.

Yes.

#kinshenewas-writing #CJAU

[corruptedroses]

Loaded Level (COMMISSION)

Pairing — Toy Freddy (Aeuronut skin, AR)/OC

Word Count — 3001

Summery — Kate only wanted to do something for her lovely animatronic boyfriend, Toy Freddy... grows concerned with aspects of himself.

Content Warnings — exophillia/robofucking , jealousy/reassurance sex, cum inflation, pwp, Toy Freddy self confidence issues, f/m couple

When you usually think of cute little date nights, you would think of things such as dinners at home, movies or even a walk in the park under the light of the moon as a list of things romantic. To Kate and Freddy, staying inside on a Friday night on their computers was something they considered their date nights.

Kate had long since forgotten how she was dragged into this tradition by her robotic boyfriend but she couldn’t find herself caring for those little details — seeing the way his eyes would crinkle with a smile whenever they defeated a raid boss, hearing how he would encourage her from behind whenever the two were questing across the lands of the computer game he so adored, those were the things that made her heart swell with joy. He was just simply a sweetheart wanting to share his world with her and she ended up becoming a part of it.

He always gave her the best loot, always bought her the best armour with the in game money he had and yet refused her offers of giving her something in return and it frustrated her to no end. Freddy was always doing things for her, why can’t she do something for him? 

Watching, thinking, planning, Kate observed the giant bear for weeks until he finally mentioned something in passing; a rare weapon he had apparently spotted being weilded by another player in the wild. “It’s so cool looking!” He said to her, “It would match my character so well.” And she agreed when he showed it too her; something right out of a steampunk movie.

She knew in that instant she had to get it for him.

Given that Freddy sucked with player-versus-player and, to a certain extent, so did she, Kate knew that trying to duel it out with the player for the weapon defiantly was not the way she was going to approach the situation; she’d lose out on too much of her own loot if she wanted to bet everything on the weapon in the arena.

What could she do that wasn’t involving hacking…? Tapping her finger against the keyboard as she thought, she could hear Freddy typing away at his own as he tried to solve a puzzle in the dungeon they were stuck in.

The answer came to Kate so hard that she was shocked she didn’t slap her own face when she finally realized what she could do; rumors were that the dude was one of those ‘neckbeards’ that wanted a girlfriend, she was a girl.

“Hey Freddy, do you want that weapon?” Hearing a small hum from behind her, she smiled, “I have an idea.”

Now Kate understood why Freddy didn’t want you to talk to him. Looking over at her boyfriend who sat beside her with a blank face, the two of them stared at each other as they listened to the wheezy flirting that went on through the earbuds they shared.

“I bet you you’re super pretty in bed,” MILFer69 said into his microphone, the crackling of what possibly was spit onto the microphone that made Kate flinch slightly at the noise, “I’m surprised you even wanted to campaign with me.”

Freddy’s jaw visibly tightened at the man’s words, his fingers tapping faster against the desk but kept his tongue, Kate taking a moment to lick her lips before she responded.

“You’re just such a big, strong guy! Who wouldn’t want to campaign with you?” Her words were coated with sugar to bite back against the bitterness that ate at her mind as she attempted to keep her own calm — it was true that the comments that he kept spouting about how sexy she probably was and how he wanted to see her face was beginning to tire her resolve.

This was just for Freddy, this was just for Freddy.

Even the strongest trees had their breaking point, however; Freddy’s was reached far too soon. 

“AeuronutBear doesn’t deserve you, how about I show you what a real man is like?”

Freddy’s body raised far too quickly, the coat he usually wore missing as he leaned his body in towards the screen, as if trying to intimidate the player character that was on the screen.

“You keep your hands away from my missus!” Freddy yelled from beside Kate, a startled surprise coming from the man on the other end as Freddy took the mouse away from Kate, forcing a close to everything before he ripped out the earbud in his ear, slamming it down with an audible crunch. Sure, he could be a bit reckless and pouty, but watching as his paw raised from the spot where he had slammed it down the remains of the earbud stared up at Kate.

The silence was thick, gears clicking and turning, fans whirring and buzzing as the animatronic bear made a sound most similar to a sob and Kate already knew that his buttons had been pushed too far — he was an animatronic, a machine with sentience that allowed for him to laugh, love and be in a relationship with her. Being reminded that he wasn’t a breathing being, intentional or not, always set the bear off whenever someone dared dance near the concept.

His body slumped back into the chair, his paws coming up to cover his face for a moment as steam hissed and released from between gaskets: he was beginning to overheat. Pressing her lips together, Kate shuffled herself from her chair to his lap, her thighs spread over his waist as she gently moved his paws.

“I’m real to you, am I?”

His voice was so soft, so raw and it made Kate’s heart shudder on the verge of breaking when she heard it; her sweet teddy bear, his eyes would probably be brimmed with tears if he was able to cry. Planting a gentle kiss to his forehead, Kate’s own eyes threatened to spill over as she muttered over and over about how she loved him so much. Her heart oozed and poured from her lips as she kissed his face all over.

Metal cooled as the fans kicked into higher gear, feeling as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles into the flesh of her thighs.

“You know I’m always yours.”

There was something about that line that always got him going but as his face gently nuzzled against her neck, she felt the oddly wet tongue of the robot slide across her skin — she never questioned how his tongue was always lubricated or even tasted nice as much as she didn’t question the dick that was tenting the fabric of his pants.

“You better not rip these pants, Freddy.”

“They’ll look better on the floor anyway.” 

It was a whiplash when she suddenly found herself with her back on the velvet green covers of her bed, her clothes scattered across the ground as well as his own and him between her legs, blue eyes focusing on Kate’s expressions as the animatronic worked his dexterous fingers in and around her cunt — when had she become this wet? She didn’t know, but from past experiences, it was easy to remember that he had memorised every part of her like a puzzle in a dungeon and he played that part well.

He may be goofy and shy at times, but seeing his eyes glow with a fire that could rival any human’s she couldn’t help but throw her head back as he grazed a special spot inside of her. Self-lubricating fingers, his own body modification to himself when they had first started being sexually active together; he had said it was only a quality of life upgrade to himself and she always regret calling it stupid.

She could feel herself coming to her first high much too quickly and reaching down, she gently grabbed at one of his ears, giving it two gentle taps with two fingers. 

Slow down.

A small little symbol of trust between them, a symbol of their understanding of each other, and Freddy listened, nuzzling gently at one of her naked thighs as he planted a soft kiss followed by a nip, one that she knew would find its home amongst the other hickies, fading and new, that decorated her thighs.

“You don’t know how much I love you, princess,” she heard him mumble against her thigh, “I don’t think I could ever let you go: I won you fair and square.” Oh, what a tease he was, especially as he removed his fingers from Kate’s heat and stood, trailing them down her leg as she forced them to wrap around his waist, the silicon cock pressing against her in replacement of his fingers.

But that nickname, Princess, that was a nickname he rarely used and yet her heart always exploded every time; even with there being no clothes, even with his cock pressed against her cunt that wanted to be filled, she swore that there was a small halo around his head. Lifting her arms up and pressing her fingers against the red circles on his cheeks, she leaned up and kissed him softly.

“I think I’m the true winner here.” And it was true, he had stolen her heart in more ways than one. As his paws braced her back as he bought her back down to the bed, laying a fluffy pillow underneath her behind, she could feel the happiness that shot through his system — as he finally pushed himself into her, Kate had to avoid squealing from seeing his ears twitch around, it was too cute.

His paws gripped her waist softly and yet his thrusts started out firm, the suddenness being enough to knock the air straight out of her lungs from the first thrust. He usually was so soft, so gentle, even when he did the occasional topping — this was so new, so out of character for him… and yet Kate loved it. Kate loved the rough thrusts that sent butterflies to her core, she loved how he bit at her shoulder just light enough that it wouldn’t break skin.

Kate really did learn something new about him every day.

Between each love bite, between each thrust, Kate swore that with each movement her animatronic lover made she could hear him mumble a soft “Mine”, and that single word made her heart swell each time; she could’ve been with any man in the world, one that was organic and alive and yet she found her soulmate within a mechanical being.

Burying her own face into his shoulder, her pants and moans were muffled slightly into the plastic as she moaned his name, the plastic warm under her skin as she felt herself hit her peak for the first time that night, her walls clenching around the warm silicon inside of her, feeling how Freddy held her close, especially as one of the thumbs of his giant paws prolonged her high as he rubbed circles into her clit.

Nerve endings within the dildo attached to his pelvis were also his idea — watching as his eyelids slid shut as he too came to his own climax inside of her. Being the animatronic he was, he didn’t have to follow the limits of the human body for himself, Kate feeling herself swell slightly with synthetic cum knowing it would cause a slight bump. He didn’t like kids himself but he always enjoyed seeing her swollen light that.

Pulling himself back to the tip, Kate could feel his cum start to seap out of her before he thrusted back in, feeling as his cock forced the cum back up and into her, her legs beginning to turn to jelly as he fucked up into her overstimulated hole once, twice, three times before he was satisfied, pulling back out of her and allowing Kate to fully flop back onto the sheets.

Mechanical whirring could be heard through out the room as Kate allowed her eyes to slide shut slightly, watching as her boyfriend set to work for the aftermath. He may be a bit of a silly goose but he did some good aftercare, feeling how he raised her hips to remove the pillow and replace it with a towelthey kept in the bedside table  underneath her.

“You ok? I didn’t hurt you?” 

Kate’s head was still spinning slightly from her high as she nodded, hearing Freddy give a robotic chuckle in response, Kate sliding one of her eyes open enough to see as he bent over, starting to pick up some of the clothes scattered across the floor. He always did this, always made sure to pick up their clothes, always made sure that there was nothing they would have to worry about in the morning — even if it was just the risk of wrinkly clothes, folding each article neatly and placing them on the top of her dresser.

“Babe?” Kate muttered softly, watching as Freddy’s gaze turned towards her, “do you think you can help stretch out my legs? I think they might’ve started cramping.”

And he obliged, sitting beside her on the bed as he kneaded her calves and thighs, the pads on the end of each finger warming slightly as he helped the legs stretch out, working his way up from her legs to her hips where he had held her.

“Shit, you’re good at this…”

“I know you, princess.” The smile in his voice was adorable as he nuzzled his softly against her stomach, fingers tickling gently at her sides as he did so, “I bet you’re wanting a mocha with baileys mixed in, right?”

“You know it.” Like every little thing about her, Freddy knew her favorite drink by heart; no other living being would ever be able to make it as perfect as him down to the exact measurements, no other being would remember exactly how she liked to be held.

No other living being was like Freddy.

A gentle kiss to her forehead brought her back to reality, her sweet bear whispering how he would be right back as he left the room, Kate smiling as she shuffled herself and the towel to sit underneath the covers of her bed, the velvet duvet cover lovely against her flushed skin as she allowed herself to snuggle into it.

The sounds of the expresso machine filled her ears as she waited for Freddy’s return, hearing him hum a tune that he always seemed to sing that filled the home with the sound of him. His heavy footsteps against tile, the sound of mugs clinking and clanking against each other as Freddy worked, it was him as he worked.

It didn’t take long for him to return with the drink, placing the mug on the bedside table along side a vanilla glazed donut, his fingers gently tucking a piece of Kate’s hair behind her ear before sitting down at her feet, watching as she took the mug in her hands.

Heaven, it tasted like pure heaven if it was caffeinated with a dash of liquer, cream and chocolate and her eyes fluttered close momentarily, savouring the first sip as if it was always the first to her. “Perfect…”

“As you like it.”

The silence was comfortable as Kate drank her drink, occasionally broken by Freddy’s inner mechanisms whirring and moving, functioning as his heart as a heart would beat.

That was until he spoke, “you know how we’re married in the game, right?”

Kate knew that, of course she did; he was the one that had suggested to her in the first place so then they could get the benefits that came with being a married couple, sure, it had got a pretty penny of their real world money in order to show them as a couple, but it had been worth it; it had given them more storage and a bigger home base within the game and exclusive equipment that only activated their abilities whenever they were together in battle.

There was something weighing in that CPU of his though and as Kate raised an eyebrow, she nodded, “yes?”

“What if we got ma-married in real life?” His voice glitched slightly with how fast he spoke, but taking a deep ‘breath’, he repeated slower and even though Kate had caught what he said the first time she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush.

“Married? We’re already living together and-.”

“But I want to make sure people know you’re mine, i’ll even take your last name!” His hands came to clasp her free one, blue eyes burning with a fire that was hotter than when they were intimate, hotter than when he had first made her his. His eyes held no hint of a lie, no hint of jest and Kate swore her heart was going to explode. “When he was saying that… I’m not a real man, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you.”

He was speaking his truth, and his truth hit Kate deep within her soul, feeling her eyes brim with tears as Freddy spoke about how he wanted to make her feel special every day, how he would happily do everything she wished and needed, how he wanted to provide for her. With each word, with each ramble, it just solidified how much he needed her, how much he wanted her.

Lifting his hands to her mouth, she placed a gentle kiss against the plastic of his fingers and felt how warm they were underneath her touch.

“I thought we already were.” They already lived together, he already bent down to her whims and wills, being with him always felt like a pure fantasy. Watching as his blue eyes glitched for a moment at her words she worried she broke him until he smiled, scooping her into his arms.

And in that moment, she knew she was right at home with a person who loved her the most and she wouldn’t give it up for the world.

#fnaf smut #five nights at freddy's smut #fnaf x oc smut #five nights at freddy's x oc smut #toy freddy smut #toy freddy x oc smut #commission fic

[incomingalbatross]

Absolutely no offense to Sokka/Suki, but I think there should be AU content where Yue becomes the Moon but then she and Sokka just... keep dating. She uses her spirit powers to hang out with him somehow and, well, the one benefit of having given your life for your people is that at least you don't have to give up your love life for them now, right? Sokka adapts easily enough to having a spirit girlfriend, because it is frankly not the weirdest thing that's happened to him.

Potential futures, ranked from most to least angsty:

Sokka being the Moon's Husband until he dies, bringing the inevitable, tragic yet beautiful until-the-end-of-time parting that ends mortal/immortal relationships.

Avatar-world variant: Sokka dies but reincarnates, and the Moon shines more brightly on every one of his future selves, whether he knows why or not. (Sometimes he does.)

Sokka also ascends to spirithood at some point by virtue of Being The Moon's Husband, and basically becomes the Knowledge Owl Guy's nemesis because he A) is very involved in the mortal world and B) thinks that information should be free.

Variant: Sokka replaces the Ocean Spirit through some convoluted turn of events, making him and Yue the new yin-yang of Water.

Related, but different: Sokka just gets a nice house in a corner of the Spirit World where Yue stays between moonset and moonrise. If Iroh can, why not Sokka?

Anyway, this way you get the wholesomeness of these two finding happiness and love together even after everything; the comedy of Sokka actually DATING THE MOON and probably being very chill about the weirdness; and the incredible potential of an immortal spirit Sokka.

#Sokka declares himself the guardian spirit of every Avatar #'the Avatar IS the Guardian Spirit of the WORLD--' '--which is why it's so important somebody looks after you!! duh. #also perpetually showing up to mentor/haunt scientists and inventors he approves of #but also living!sokka carrying on a long-distance relationship with yue ❤️ #talking to his girlfriend whenever the moon is visible #yue appearing to him whenever she can #probably can only fully manifest on the full moon or something but you make it work right? #he talks about 'my girlfriend yue' in casual conversation and it takes a LONG time for new people to figure out that relationship #what do you mean she said x last week?? they've never met her?? #at first they assume she's like. back home at one of the poles. Sokka does not clarify #'my first girlfriend turned into the moon' 'that's rough buddy' 'it was! but we're in a really good place now #*smiles at moon* 'so maybe there's hope for you and your ex.' zuko:??? #atla #Sokka #yue #Sokka/Yue

[messers-moony]

Moony Wants, Moony Gets | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Moony has a natural wanting for his mate making his possessiveness visible the closer it gets to the full moon. 

He was always jealous. Blame it on the wolf in him, if you will, but Remus Lupin was highly possessive. Especially over what’s his - maybe not even what’s his but what he wants. She was gorgeous and his perfect mate—long tuffs of h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes that glittered in the limelight. There was one problem with her, though—one major flaw in her mess of perfection. 

Y/n L/n, cunning, ambitious, resourceful, and charismatic. 

That was the problem. Y/n was a Slytherin, and Remus was a half-blood Gryffindor. To make matters worse, her closest friend was Regulus Black - Sirius Blacks brother. Remus’ best friend's brother. But Remus couldn’t help it. Her voice was like a siren's call, and her beauty was a rival to Aphrodite, but she had the wisdom of Athena. Y/n was a perfect balance of everything. 

Closer to the full moon, his possessiveness became more of a problem. Sirius was noticing the low growl that would erupt from Remus whenever someone stepped close to Y/n. James saw the lingering glares left on any male within a six feet distance of her. Even Peter observed his green eyes turn a shade darker as if someone mixed black paint into his usually bright eyes. 

Y/n sat at the Slytherin table, a cup of coffee beside her as she spoke intently with Regulus. Meanwhile, a Gryffindor across the Great Hall was glaring daggers at the younger Black brother's head. Sirius nudged him, grabbing his attention. 

“Mate, you’re growling again.” Sirius whispered, and Remus’ cheeks turned pink, “Am not.”

James gave an unconvincing grin, “Mhm, totally.”

“I was not growling.”

“I think you were.” James replied, “Definitely was.” Sirius added. 

Remus sighed, pushing his plate away to lay his head on the table, “What’s got Moony all wound up?” James queried, Remus, deadpanned looking at the laughing girl across the room. 

“I think I know.” Sirius simpered, “Do you now? Don’t be a tosser.” James stated teasingly. 

“Turn around. Slytherin, talking with Reggie.” 

He turned and looked back at Remus with his jaw dropped, “No- fucking- way.”

“What?”

“She’s the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, you tosser!” 

“Oh…”

James snorted, “Yeah, oh.”

“Looks like Moony found his mate.” Sirius winked, and Remus groaned, “Shut up about it, will you?”

“Never.” 

It felt weird. James wouldn’t shut up about how brilliant Y/n was, how the Slytherin’s Quidditch team was able to make plays that no one else would’ve even thought about. Sirius wouldn’t stop offering to talk to Regulus to see if maybe he had any intel on her. Strangely enough, Peter was silent but had a guilty look on his face. Guilty sufficient for Remus to comment. 

“Why do you look guilty, Wormtail?” Remus inquired, and Peter's cheeks flushed pink, “She- Y/n isn’t- um….” 

“What do you know that we don’t, Peter?” Sirius queried, his voice harsh, “She isn’t what you think. That’s all I’m saying.” Peter stammered out nervously. 

James tilted his head at the blue-eyed boy, “And you know this how?” 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Woah! Hold on a second!” Sirius exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen?!”

“Back in fourth year.” Peter informed, “She seemed nice enough until you start to get serious with her. Y/n’s sharp-tongued and extremely ill-tempered.” 

Sirius sniggered, “Sounds like Moony.”

“Oi!”

“Sorry!”

“So, what does this mean for Remus?” James questioned further, “It doesn’t mean anything. Just be careful. I don’t care if you date her. Means nothing to me.” Peter replied, putting his hands up in innocent. 

Remus stared at Peter with curiosity swirling. How much did he truly know about Y/n? How did he manage to date her? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean anything to Remus because Moony wanted her. What Moony wants is what Moony gets. Later that evening, after prefect patrol, he padded into the library to dismiss any working students. But there were only two students inside. They sat in a secluded corner of the library. Regulus Black and Y/n L/n. 

Was it envy? Was it jealousy? He didn’t have time to ponder. Y/n had her head laid on Regulus’ shoulder and both her arms wrapped around his one arm. Regulus had leaned his head on top of hers, wavy black hair intertwined with her h/c hair. Both their eyes were closed, apparent they were asleep—potion and Transfiguration books placed on top of the wooden table along with an open sketchbook. 

What was he supposed to do in this situation? Wake them up? If it was just Y/n, perhaps he could’ve, but Regulus was with her, and Regulus wasn’t too fond of Remus for being friends with his older brother. Madam Pince had already left for the night, either choosing not to disturb them or didn’t notice them. Remus saw the inkpot beside the Potions book, almost empty. It was Y/n’s inkpot because the ink wasn’t black. It was a deep grape color. 

Remus sighed and grabbed the ink from his bag, charming it the same color. Discretely he took hers and swapped it out with his. Leaving a piece of parchment on top. Remus left the library without another word. Waking them up was a risk he’d rather not take. But now, he laid in his bed wondering how she’d feel about the new ink on the table. 

The sun began to rise, and Y/n’s body felt stiff. Carefully she began to stir awake after noticing a body beside her. Opening her eyes, everything seemed blurry, but after blinking a few times, she recognized the library books and the person's scent beside her. Regulus, her best friend. Y/n yawned and pulled away from him, about to begin packing their belongings, but she noticed a piece of parchment that lay on top of her ink. 

“Noticed you were out. You can have mine.“ 

Y/n hummed appreciatively. She didn’t know who gave her their ink, but she was eternally grateful for them saving her a trip to Hogsmeade. Y/n poked at Regulus’ right side, and he eventually stirred awake. His curls disheveled and his body just as stiff as she was. Regulus opened his eyes and met her e/c ones. 

“Did we fall asleep?” He groaned, and Y/n scoffed, “What do you think, dingus?”

“No need to be mean this early in the morning, Merlin.” 

“Someone saw us last night, though.” Y/n stated, and Regulus noticeably jumped, “Who?”

She shrugged, “Not sure, but they left me a new pot of ink.”

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.”

Both best friends cleared their table. Y/n put her Potions books away, and Regulus put his Transfiguration books away. Y/n stared at the writing on the parchment she had received earlier that day. The handwriting was almost unrecognizable. It was messy and sprawled. Whoever this was did not have good handwriting or was in a rush. But the day carried on. In Potions, Y/n sat in the front while the Marauders sat in the back. Remus stared holes in the back of Y/n’s head. 

“She’s gonna notice if you keep staring at her like that.” Sirius muttered. 

Remus sighed and continued to write his notes. If he tried hard enough, he could make out her elegant purple ink from here. It always baffled him why she chose purple over traditional black - suppose it wasn’t really any of his business, but he couldn’t help but wonder. The familiar sketchbook sat on top of the desk as well; he could see doodles in the same deep purple color. Occasionally Regulus - who sat beside her - would nudge her to pay attention, gaining an annoyed groan. 

Potions class always smelt weird. It was a mixture of glue, seaweed, and salt. It was also constantly humid. It brought shivers down Remus’ spine. He noticed it doing the same to the Slytherin girl at the front. Remus craved nothing more than to wrap his robe around her, but he was too late. Regulus was already doing the action, which earned him one of her jaw-dropping smiles. Unconsciously he began growling again. This time, James smacked his arm. 

“Mate!” 

“Sorry…” 

Dinner was even worse. Y/n had yet to remove Regulus’ robes leaving him in a button-down white shirt and the usual uniform. Sirius was surprised at his younger brother's chivalry but didn’t speak much. The full moon was that night, and as dinner progressed, Remus only gained more possessive. James and Sirius gave up on trying to scold him. It was apparent Moony wanted - no - needed her. Slytherin captain be damned, Y/n was going to be Moonys. 

A dry winter night. As usual, Remus walked to the Whomping Willow with his three friends following him. Tonight was normal in the sense of his friends turning into their animagus,’ but the odd thing was letting him out of the shack. The werewolf and the dog ran around the forest together. The rat and stag lagging behind, allowing the two animals to play together. But a stick-breaking brought the attention of the werewolves to the new person. 

He could smell them. Hear their blood running through their veins. Their heart pounding at a standard rate. The dogs barking could be heard, trying to distract the werewolf. The scent was female, and she wasn’t scared. Instead, the girl approached with confidence sticking out her hand to the wolf. Padfoot barked loudly. Prongs backed down, looking nervous. Wormtail squeaked loudly. But she came with confidence and assurance. 

Moony growled, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

The h/c haired girl knelt on the grass, “No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Moony hesitantly put his snout in the girl's palm, making her grin. His fur was soft to the touch, and his eyes turned soft. Her smile was beautiful, and Moony nuzzled his hand into her soft palm. She chuckled and patted him more. Padfoot barked excitedly and ran to her, but the werewolf started to bare his teeth again. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m yours.” 

The wolf seemed to calm down at her words allowing Padfoot to approach her. Smiling brightly, she pet both animals, “It’s okay, love.”

“My name’s Y/n. I didn’t know that there was a werewolf here.” Y/n greeted as Moony curled up beside her, his head on her thigh, Padfoot doing the same on the other side.

She caught sight of the other two animals and whistled for their attention, “C’mere.”

Prongs and Wormtail approached nervously, but Moony gave no sense of protectiveness. Y/n’s words resonated in his head over and over again, “I’m yours.” The wolf fell asleep beside her, Padfoot doing the same. Prongs approached, and Y/n patted the top of his head. Wormtail sat in front of her knee. They seemed at peace. It was the first time Moony ever felt at ease. They’d be lying if it didn’t make them happy. 

Y/n stayed up all night with the animals. Despite the animals not knowing, Y/n knew that the stag, rat, and dog were animagus’. The werewolf was unknown to her. The following morning when the stag turning into James, rat into Peter, dog into Sirius. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to find out who the werewolf was. When he turned back into a human with his clothes tattered. Y/n continued to run her fingers through his hair as he slept. 

“Morning, Marauders,” Y/n commented. 

“You’re- you-“ James stuttered.

She laughed, “Apparently, your moony really likes me.”

“Would you mind petting me again?” Sirius teased, “Maybe.” Y/n retorted, winking. 

Sirius laid down on her other thigh that Remus wasn’t laying on, smiling; she ran her fingers through their hair, “You’re a godsend, lemme tell you.”

James and Peter sat in front of Y/n, “What made you want to take a walk in the forbidden forest last night?”

“Just wanted some air.” Y/n answered. 

Remus groaned and began pushing his head onto Y/n’s hand, “Morning, Remus.”

The Marauders and Y/n had never seen him jump up that fast, “What- you- I- uh-“

“Didn’t know you were a werewolf.”

“I- uh…”

“Sirius, for the love of God, get off her lap.” James interject, slapping the boy on the head playfully, “But it feels so good.” Sirius drawled. 

James grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the grass. In the process, Sirius got a mouthful of dirt and grass, “You wanker.”

“Did I- erm- hurt you?” Remus questioned shyly, “Nope, I'm completely unscathed.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. 

Remus turned to his friends, “Nope! Y/n saved us all.”

“Are you hurt?” Y/n inquired to Remus, who took a quick look at himself, “I- I don’t believe so….”

Sirius blew a raspberry, “Thank Merlin! Dragging you to the hospital wing is bloody exhausting.”

Silence filled the forest until Sirius smirked, “You know, mate when you were talking about Moony wanting her. I thought you were joking. Turns out you weren’t.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, Merlin…”

Y/n chuckled, “Well, Moony is rather cute if I’m honest.”

Remus’ cheeks blasted with pink, and Sirius laughed. James shook his head with a big grin, and Peter looked amused with Y/n’s confession. Without hesitation, Y/n leaned over to kiss Remus’ cheek, making him hide his face flustered. She stood up and ruffled Sirius’ hand, gently rubbing her nails across his scalp, making Sirius try to lean into her palm. They all stared at her except for Remus, who was equally embarrassed and flustered. 

“If you’re looking for a fifth Marauder, I know the Slytherin common room password.” Y/n winked as she walked to the castle. 

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[finelinevogue]

I am *respectfully* begging for a oneshot based off the song Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift🥺

okay let’s have a bit of fun with this mwhaha;

The moon was at full peak.

She was sat in the black canvas of a starry sky, shining down on the party below or at least so you thought she was. The flute glasses glowed under her brightness and bubbled with happiness. The pool was reflecting her image so beautifully. Everyone looked amazing in their gorgeous evening outfits of silk and lace, Gucci and Prada, chatting and laughing away as the night was close to striking midnight.

“Such a lovely party, Y/N.” Another guest thanked you, you not having the faintest idea of who they were.

You and Harry were hosting a dinner party in the back garden of his Malibu palace to celebrate his recent success over this past year. He’d had movie after movie, along with an album and a tour. He had done exceptionally well for himself, so he wanted to throw the most lavish party to celebrate with his friends and family that had helped him through it all. You had been in charge of organising food and a live band, Harry in charge of the guest list, Mitch in charge of decorations - bu really it had been Sarah - and Gemma in charge of the drinks; specifically champagne.

“I’m glad.” You smiled, as you poured yourself another glass of the bubbles. You felt the warmth of someones hand slide onto your exposed back, making you shiver with temptation and love.

“Have I told you just how beautiful you look this evening?” Harry spoke softly against your ear, kissing over the skin where his words had touched you.

He had been showing you off all night, always introducing you as ‘my beautiful girlfriend’ and keeping you close to him whenever he could. He would pull out his wallet and show people the picture he kept of you in there. It was one he’d taken of you laughing as you ran away from him on the beach. Even though the photo was black and white it was obvious how happy you were. He loved having you near and whenever someone said that they hadn’t seen you yet, he knew to go straight to the desserts table and find you shovelling yet another chocolate coated strawberry into your mouth not-so-gracefully.

“You have, but I won’t stop you if you want to do it again.” You replied, quite enjoying the flattering compliments. You’d dressed yourself in a silky evening gown that was in a deep red colour and Harry was having a hard time keeping his hands off of you. The front was v-cut, with the back completely open too, so it left your skin exposed for Harry to treat himself to. You turned around in his hold and pushed your body into his, making him hum in appreciation.

“I can’t stop thinking how much I want to kiss you.” He looked at your lips as he spoke, wanting to stain his own lips with the bold colour you’d painted on yours. You were so delicious and he wanted to devour every inch of you.

“Well what’s stopping you?” You reached a hand up to scrunch his curls under your fingers, the bracelets on your arm sliding down and jingling with another.

“Meet me upstairs in 5 minutes.” He replied, making you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity of what he was playing at.

“Should I ask why?”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want to answer when my mum is standing just across the room.” He made you both chuckle, before leaning back from you to give you a quick once over. “Wow.” He breathed out, the biggest grin to his face. “5 minutes.”

And then he was gone.

You bit your lip as he rushed straight over to his mum and sister, who were both eagerly smiling at him. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little more at the sight. He was so innocent and full of love and happiness, you were so in awe of him and his beautiful qualities.

You did a quick scour of the room, making sure there were no unhappy faces, before heading in the direction of the bathroom to freshen up before visiting Harry. As you walked up the stairs you noticed a conversation between one of Harry’s cousins and one of his American friends, it sounded quite argumentative so you went to make sure everything was alright.

“You both okay?” You asked sweetly, your heels clicking on the floor as you approached them.

“God you’re just everywhere aren’t you?” The friend laughed, but you could tell she wasn’t laughing for a joke.

“I’m sorry?” You asked shocked at her tone, wondering what the problem was here.

“You’re so up in everyone else’s business always.”

“I don’t understand—”

“No of course you don’t. God, I understand why Harry finds you so annoying and clingy.”

“Kia—” The cousin gasped in shock of Kia’s words.

“No, you know i’m right Rachel just be quiet.” Kia shushed Rachel and brought her attention back to you.

“Harry thinks i’m clingy?” You asked, trying to understand what was really going on.

“That amongst lots of other things.”

“He would never. He loves me.” Your argued, slight tears in your eyes from letting her get to you like this. It was different than tabloids because you were actually hearing it from someone’s mouth, rather than an edited and faceless article. It stung so much more.

“And? Did you really think he would ever stick around for someone like you?” Kia laughed and then walked off, strutting her and her perfect body away from you and back to the main party area. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to understand what her words truly meant to you.

“Y/N…” Rachel tried to console you, but you didn’t want her. You wanted Harry and yet now you didn’t.

“Do you think all that too?” You asked quietly, scared to hear an answer. You got your answer though when she spoke nothing and tilted her head down in shame. You understood. “Okay, thank you.” You quietly said and tried your best to smile, but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

You started walking towards the stairs, thinking what this all meant. You always had a back thought that Harry was too good for you, but you just never let yourself be put in the position to think upon that thought. Now though. Now, you were thinking.

Of course you would be naive enough to think that your happily ever after would be with the one man who’s heart could be taken by every other woman on the planet. Even your university teacher had once talked about having a crush on him and he had only been 21 at the time. You never thought here, when he was 27, would you possibly be the one to hold his heart. You did, though, but it wouldn’t be forever - Kia was right, Rachel was right. Everyone knew, but you were just too blinded by his love for you right now to think that it will just wilt away in the future. You were a rose, beautiful and in it’s prime as it flourished on the love it was fed, but after time when even the smallest amounts of love are forgotten to be given the rose wilts and so dies. It’s forgotten about in turn and left to degrade itself into oblivion.

You walked the stairs slowly, completely numb to your core. How could all of 5 minutes turn your emotions 180° and permanently? Your brain ran over the thoughts and little moments that you should’ve picked up on before. Like, when Harry forgot your anniversary and blowing it off that he had been at some work-do but he’d really been at Karlie Kloss’ birthday party. Like, when Harry stopped sending you postcards when he was on tour. Like, when he did that heart-rate test and saw a picture of Camille, looking utterly stunning, on the Victoria Secret runway his heart beat was incredibly high. Is that what he wanted 30 years from now? A model? Someone who was in the same business as him and could understand. You tried to, you really did, but it was starting to feel like maybe you weren’t to be enough.

Making your way down the hallway this way, you couldn’t help but feel like it was for the last time. There was this gut feeling that whatever Harry wanted you for, was going to make sure you were both reminded why you couldn’t be together.

“Damn. You’re a vision.” Harry whistled and you then spotted him at the end of the hallway, the moon shining in through the window and lighting him up like the pure angel he was. You weren’t worthy of his heart. You could only chuckle, not having the passion to make a flirty comment back. Not anymore.

“Listen Harry—” “Okay I have to ask you—” You both talked at the same time, bringing only a nervous chuckle to your face.

“You first.” He offered.

“No, you.” You offered back and he took it.

“Okay, alright.” He breathed in heavily. “You’re so beautiful.” He started, making you blush a little but it was dim up here so you weren’t worried about him noticing. Hopefully he didn’t see the sadness in your eyes either.

“Thank you.” You replied humbly.

“And I want to be able to wake up and tell you that every single day—”

“Harry…” You cut him off, your heart having just dropped so low to the floor.

“Yes?”

“Is this…”

“If you let me continue, yes.” He laughed, thinking that you were happy for him to continue. He was about to, but you cut him off.

“Don’t.” You said, a shake in your voice that was very apparent.

“Don’t— what?” He asked confused, stepping closer to you and only for you to step back. He stopped when he noticed that he would not be able to make distance to you, furrowing his eyebrows and looking hurt. Really hurt. Pain that you and you alone were causing him.

“Don’t ask me the question I think you’re about to.” You held of your hand to both stop him coming closer and to stop him talking. “Just don’t.”

“Baby… what?” Harry asked confused, tears visible in his eyes now. He just wanted to be near you and understand.

“Harry… Don’t make me say it.” You warned him.

“Say what?”

“Harry…”

“Y/N, say what?”

“No!” You shouted, loud enough that people downstairs might’ve heard. “No, Harry. No. I won’t marry you.” You started to cry and let the tears fall freely. You deserved to feel like your heart had been ripped from your chest, the same way you deserved to cry forever. You deserved nothing but pain to repay the damage you’d caused Harry.

“Wha—” He started, but you were too selfish to stick around and watch him crumble. You shot off down the hallway and down the stairs, making your way to the front door. Luckily you didn’t have to go through the masses of people to face the disappointing faces. Luckily no one had to see your cries, except Kia. She was stood by the front door, holding out your coat already as if she were waiting for you.

“Kia what—”

“You thought this evening was for Harry? No. It was for you.” She shoved your coat to you, making you stumble back from the force.

“What?”

“This was your surprise engagement party, with the surprise being the fucking engagement. Everyone knew about it apart from you. He had this plan of asking you and then coming downstairs to everyone yelling surprise. Seems like you fucked that up though.” She sneered at you and your sobs fell from your throat harder than before, your makeup ruining the prettiness of your face as it ran from all the salty tears.

“But you…”

“I what? Said a bunch of bullshit? I was only saying things you’ve heard a million times before. I was making sure you were the right person for our Harry. Seems like you’re far from it.” She chuckled, shaking her head in disappointment at you.

“You’re cruel.”

“No, Y/N, you are. You just did the one thing that I would’ve never done; break Harry’s heart.” She looked at you in disgust before opening the door for you. You gave her one last look, hate in her eyes for you, before you walked outside with the door slamming forcefully behind you. Your heart being left besides Harry’s broken one.

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[springalwayscomes]

The Ashes House

Plot: It is said that whoever takes a step inside that creepy, incredibly old and burnt to ashes house, never comes back. His spirit will kill you once you go in. The legend of the fire, it is called. What they don’t say, because they can’t know it, is that it’s not really him who kills the visitors. They kill themselves.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Wordcount: 1.6k

Content Warning: Mentions of suicide, major character death

Author’s Note: And here it is, I really hope you will òlike this one! This is definitely the creepiest of the three, so I decided to post it on Hlloween’s day. Let Go will be out tomorrow, let me know what you think about this one! Have a good day!

Your town has always been famous for one thing and one thing only: being extremely creepy. It’s a little town, people seem to know every single person around here, and sometimes it gets too much. Like when you went out with a guy and then the next day everyone thought that you were his girlfriend. Things get out of control easily with all of these rumors spreading around so quickly, so you were very shocked when you found out you never heard what everyone calls the legend of the ashes house.

So, as you stand in front of the house with your friend you wonder how is it possible that you’ve never noticed this place. The house must be old at least a hundred years, the sign that the fire has left behind is clearly visible, almost all the door isn’t there anymore, probably became ashes when the fire invaded the house, the glasses of the windows broken. The garden is completely arid, not a single spatter of green. In the air, you can almost hear the smell of wild fire, taking down anything that gets in his way - or maybe its just your imagination.

«Do you know the full legend?» Yuna asks. Shaking your head, you take a step forward to the fence.

Silence follows for a few seconds, then she puts her hand on your shoulder.

«I know that you like these kind of things, but please don’t go in there» she almost whispers. Her words make you gulp.

«It is said that the owner of the house committed suicide by setting it on fire. People say that he tried to set it more than once but someone always came to put out the fire. Why he wanted to die by giving himself to the fire, I don’t know. But what’s creepy is that there’s this… rumor» Yuna stopped talking.

«What? What does it say?»

«The one who goes in won’t come out. His spirit appears in the house whenever someone goes in, and that is because you crossed the line between death and life. He kills whoever walks in»

«That’s-»

«You’re not going to go in there. Promise me» Yuna cuts you off.

Truth is, you really don’t want to make her worried, but you already know that you’re going to do it anyway. You’re an horror writer, affascinated and curious, there’s no point in denying that. But you really don’t want her to worry. So you just promise her what she wants to hear.

It’s deep at night, owls and grills are singing together and the moon is as bright as the screen of your phone. The old house looks even creepier tonight and your stomach tightens when you pass the fence, but you don’t give it too much attention. Illuminated by the light of the dark sky, you notice a few more things you didn’t notice before: like the glasses of the windows that are still laying on the floor in dozens of pieces and the blood stains on some of them. It makes you shiver. What you don’t notice, is the shadow that passes behind the window on the second floor as you finally decide to take a step in.

The silence seems to be taking another kind of weight here, as if it was totally another dimension having silence as it’s main communication. You need to turn on the light of your phone to look around, only illuminating a few steps forward than you if you point it to the floor. When you raise it to look around, you’re shocked to see how bad the signs of the fire really are in here. The walls are completely burnt and you wonder how is it possible that after all this time this house is still keeping itself together. You wouldn’t be surprised if suddenly pieces of the ceiling started to fall. Ashes and coal are everywhere you put your feet on and the smell of burn is still very present in the air even after all the time since it happened. Taking a look around, you make sure to remember how the feeling in your stomach, how it is telling you to turn around and run as fast as you can and never come back, just to write about it in the best way you can. Your feet bump into something, and you’re almost sure it’s another piece of glass until you reach down. It’s a frame. Inside of it, the photo of a young beautiful man makes you raise your eyebrows. His skin is as white as the one of Snowhite, porcelain like. Pink lips and cat dark eyes are staring at you as if they’re looking into your soul and trying to read it just to make you fall for him and kill you a second later. Maybe it’s these kind of thoughts that make you jump in your place when you hear something. Maybe walking, or maybe breathing, or maybe both. Coming from the second floor.

You gulp harshly, this time really thinking that you should be going. It’s dark after all, and even if the legend wasn’t true someone might still be here. So, it’s time to go. Definitely. You place the frame where you found it - on the ground since there is no furniture - and take a step back. The floor under your feet squeaks, one of those sounds that seems incredibly loud in the silence. And that’s when you know you have to start running. If someone’s really here, he definitely heard that. So you do so, getting to the “door” as quickly as you can. Except for the fact that you never reach it. Something wraps around your wrist, locking you in place just a step before the outside world.

You’re scared to turn around. You’re deadly scared to turn and most of all you’re mad at yourself for not keeping that stupid promise, you shouldn’t have come. It’s freezing cold, the something around your wrist, so much that you feel it in every part of your body.

«Please, let me go» you beg, not daring to look back. You feel the air changing even though you’re not sure why. Because you can’t see it. It’s just a smile, he smiled.

«You come into my house and pry as you please, but you don’t even dare to look at me when you talk to me»

Your heart stops its pace for a moment. It can’t be it. It must be someone who’s playing with you and all of this legend rumor. It’s not really ghost who you’re talking to. It can’t be it, right?

«I hate people like you. So fucking curious of other’s business. Would you like it if I came into your house just to look around?» his voice is incredibly low. Something about it makes you want to cry and beg him to let you go, it awakes emotions of anxiety and hopelessness, angst and things you can’t even give a name to. It’s deadly scary. You’re not even sure if you’re still present to yourself with all the things that are going on inside you. You feel desperate. Lost. Upset, restless. All at once. It makes you want to reach your hair and pull them out of your scalp, scratch your skin until blood comes out, dig your nails into your hands until scars are left, bite your lips until only live flesh is left.

«It’s already starting, isn’t it?» his voice sounds so distant now, and you almost can’t understand where it’s coming from.

«You’re going to die. This place belongs to the death world. If you’re here, you can’t be alive»

You manage to turn around. Your head is getting dizzy and suddenly you’re feeling nauseous, the emotions in your chest are fighting withe the last bit of your brain that’s working, a fight that your brain will loose soon. But with its last forces, it manages to recognize him, the man who has his hand wrapped around your wrist. Ad it’s the man of the photo. His skin seems even more white than what it looked like in the picture, eyes deeper and darker than the sky tonight.

«Death should be peaceful, that’s what I’ve always wanted. To be in peace. But every time one of you comes in, my death gets disrespected just because you all want to look around. Tell me, is it okay if you’re going to die feeling what I used to feel when I was still alive? Desperate, restless?» words echoes into your head and make you want to move desperately, but your body is not yours anymore. It’s just standing still, frozen as he speaks and makes you feel like this. Just like he used to feel. Helpless, depressed, incredibly unhappy. So much that you feel the incredible need of doing… something. Just to make it slightly better. To make it stop. To make the emotions stop, they’re taking too much of you, as if they were voices inside of the head of a fool. Just to make them go away. Dying would be the best way to make them shut up. To make them go away. To be at peace.

So your hand moves over his, still wrapped around your wrist. Eyes, locking into his one more time, begging to be free.

«Kill me»

«Another victim of the legend of the fire, people say, was taken away tonight. The woman was told about the legend yesterday and went lost tonight. It was believed that she simply went lost but three people living beside the old fired house confessed to the police this morning that they heard screams of pain during the night and then the smell of something burning, but no one saw the fire. What started as a legend has become-»

The tv is suddenly turned off. In front of it, a terrified Yuna stares at the wall, thinking about her next actions. Her body stands up from the couch, gulping harshly, then walks out of the front door. Twenty minutes later. someone in another house shuts his ears again with his hands. The screams are too loud to avoid, and the smell that comes after is even worse.

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[collecting-stories]

Sext - JJ Maybank

Request: I know you got a lot of requests already but if possible, could you do JJ x reader where the reader sends him a dirty text while they’re hanging out with the pouges? 

A/N: I’ve never sent a dirty text and I’m terrible at them!!

Outer Banks Masterlist

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JJ sat on the other end of the couch, Pope in between the two of you, Kiara, Sarah, and John B on the other couch as the five of you watched the movie Sarah had chosen for movie night. Kiara had been the first to suggest having a movie night, just the five of you relaxing, no parties, while your parents were out of town. You leaned back on the couch, looking over at JJ as he tried to jam a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Not exactly the most attractive thing in the world but you had known JJ long enough to have seen him in some fairly compromising positions. Shoving popcorn in his face wasn’t the most attractive but it wasn’t the least attractive either.  

You glanced his way again as the movie continued and JJ looked over, winking at you before turning back to face forward. Though neither of you had said anything to your friends, you and JJ had been dating for a few weeks now, since he’d slept over at your house for a couple days to stay away from his own. You had both agreed not to tell anyone, at least not yet. He’d sat further away from you, seemingly on purpose, but that didn’t mean you had to sit through this boring movie without bothering him just a little bit.  

You sat up a little, pulling your phone out of you back pocket. JJ was exceptionally good at dirty texts. He sent them all the time, on an almost consistent basis, and you never knew what to say back. Usually you just sat there flushed, staring at the screen until finally you just gave up and tried to start a new conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be good at texting JJ like that, you thought about replying all the time, thought about being able to make him squirm the same way he made you squirm.  

-I wish we were alone right now-  

It was a weak start but it was something. You didn’t want to jump in wholeheartedly but you had taken some pictures a few days ago and as often as your mom sent you articles about ‘the dangers of sexting’ you’d taken them with the express desire to send them to JJ.  

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing your name on the screen and glancing over at you curiously, before unlocking his phone to read the message. You did your best to keep yourself facing forward, watching the movie instead of being obvious and watching JJ. You wanted him to retaliate just so you could keep messaging him, go further into this moment where the two of you could exist alone while your friends sat right there, completely unaware.

-Yeah, whys that?-

Now was the real hurtle. The dirty talk part you were so bad at that you should’ve known better than to start this. It was definitely something you couldn’t finish. You tried to think of a reply that sounded even remotely sexy, everything you’d read online, and you’d done an embarrassing about of research on the topic, only felt cheesy and lame and you definitely would’ve broken up with you if you read one of those. And afterall, this was JJ, who shoved popcorn in his mouth and said dumb shit to you all the time that was arguably more embarrassing than a few texts about why you wanted him alone. You knew why. But the saying it part was hard, because despite all the dumb stuff JJ said, he could be pretty descriptive when he wanted to and it never sounded lame.  

You should’ve just sent him a picture, you had a fairly decent collection, most taken Kylie Jenner style on the floor of your bedroom in front of the mirror, but now it would seem out of place, or maybe you were just over thinking things.  

-cat got your tongue?-  

JJ texted you again and when you looked over at him he grinned. It was that sure fire, ‘you started this’ look that he always gave you when you tried to flirt and failed miserably. You angled your phone away from Pope because if you were already embarrassed you’d be even more so with him sitting there between you, catching a glimpse of your phone as you pulled up the camera roll. You found one that didn’t quite give everything away, you sitting just so that you were covered but also naked. There were others with lingerie on but maybe you’d save them for random whenever’s. You sent it along with a promising ‘pictures worth a thousand words’ hoping that was okay.  

You peeked over, watching for JJ’s reaction, smiling when he sunk down further on the couch, biting his lip.  

-when did you take this-

He’d been at your house the last couple days and he definitely would’ve remembered you having a photo shoot. You didn’t answer, just sent another one. Angled again, but giving away more than the last one. He shifted again, clearly uncomfortable in a good way, as he looked over at you. This time though, you kept your eyes on the movie, phone turned over in your lap as you tried not to give him the satisfaction of your gaze.  

Before he could answer, simply because you were enjoying having him be the one who was flustered and looking like he didn’t know how to proceed, you sent him the full on picture that you had been completely embarrassed to take but had resolved yourself to. You put your phone back in your lap, face down so no one could see if JJ texted you back and you glanced over, watching him open it, his whole face going red as he shifted in the seat again.  

“Dude, stop moving,” Pope elbowed him, glaring at JJ. He’d been squirming in his seat since the first text you sent and he was sure he annoying everyone but he really didn’t care about anyone but you and the pictures you’d sent him.  

“Sorry, sorry.” He got up hastily, phone clutched his hand so fiercely that his knuckles were white. You heard the bathroom door slam down the hall and Pope stretched out, happy to have more room now that JJ was gone.  

You waited for anything. A text back, some kind of appreciative message confirming that he liked the pictures. Instead there was nothing, no reply since the first picture and even that hadn’t been anything other than a piqued interested in when the picture was taken. When more than 15 minutes passed and Kiara mentioned that JJ was still holed up in the bathroom, you offered to check on him.  

“Be careful.” John B joked and you rolled your eyes as you headed down the hall. The bathroom was toward the end, far enough away that no one could see the door. You knocked, looking back down the hall as a somewhat out of breath ‘one minute’ sounded on the other side of the door.  

“Jay?” You asked, ready to knock again when the door flung open and JJ pulled you inside the bathroom. You bite back a surprised yelp, knowing that alerting the others would not bode well for either of you. He let the door swing closed again as you pushed you up against the sink, lifting you so he could stand between your legs. Hands on your bare thighs and you didn’t even get a moment to breath when he started kissing you, feverish almost and you grabbed the back of his head to keep him there. It didn’t last long as he left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, doing his best not to leave any visible marks on you. “And here I was, worried you didn’t like the pictures,” you teased, slightly out of breath as you spoke.  

JJ pulled away so he could look at you, leaning in close as his hands moved from your thighs to your ass, trying to shimmy your body into his. “Are you kidding? Fucking hell, you can send me nudes any day. In fact,” he kissed you to punctuate his new idea, you should send me like one nude every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Assuming we live for a while…I’ll probably get old and wrinkly.”  

“Don’t care.” He shrugged.  

“How romantic,” you teased, tapping his shoulder, “we should go back out, they’ll wonder where we are.”  

“Fine.” JJ groaned, stepping away from you. While you slid off the counter, JJ finished zipping up and buttoning his shorts.  

“Wait, did you come in here to-“

“My fucking gorgeous girlfriend sent me naked pics, what do you think?”  

You smiled, any nervousness from before melting away as you followed JJ down the hall to where your friends were. Kiara looked over, seemingly uninterested in more than the fact that you had returned, remarking that you both missed the best part of the movie. You apologized, sitting down on Pope’s left side and pulling your legs up onto the couch. As Sarah suggested another movie, someone else’s pick this time, you looked over at JJ and he winked at you.  

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of secret rendezvous and fishnet tights | lee felix

genre: fluff, very very slight angst (?), idol au

warnings: heavy makeout session uwu

prompt: secret relationship -- aka lee felix enjoying your group’s concept change a little too much and having an existential crisis about it

word count: ~2k+

a/n: i hope this is alright, love! it’s a little more *ahem* steamy than what i normally write, so i apologize in advance if this isn’t what you were looking for!! >.< i also wanted to thank everyone for their super sweet words about my last seungmin fic. it really made me feel better about coming out of hiatus. as always, i love you all, and please feel free to leave comments and constructive criticism for me! <3 mwah (repost again cause the tags literally hate me)

You weren’t sure when your life became hushed whispers, fleeting kisses and empty closets, but once you agreed to date Lee Felix, it was all you knew.

“L-lix,” you let out a gasp as your boyfriend wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips against your cheek, trailing them down to your jaw, “Lix, darling, the door is still open--”

“Fuck the door,” he growled under his breath, sending shivers down your spine as you noticed him reach back and close the door with his foot, “I’ve missed you so much.”

You melted at those words, and your arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer as you stumbled until your back hit the wall of the closet, “It’s only been two weeks since we’ve met…”

“Two weeks too long,” Felix’s voice turned to a petulant whine as he cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours almost hungrily. He knew this was wrong, he knew that Chan would probably scold him to the moon and back when they made it to the dorms, but he couldn’t wait.

You let out the softest of whines against his lips, overwhelmed and excited by Felix’s unusual eagerness. He wasn’t usually like this, rather opting for soft kisses and gentle touches. This, this felt like almost a carnal desire, and you briefly wondered what had happened to make Felix act this way.

“Baby, baby,” you cooed breathlessly, carding your fingers through his hair before you finally manage to pull away from his barrage of kisses, cupping his cheek to make him look at you, “Are you alright?”

Felix’s pout almost made you wanted to kiss him again. He looked quite like a kicked puppy, leaning into your touch as his grip tightened around  your waist, “Just missed you. Is that so shocking to hear?” he mumbled, averting his eyes as he tried to capture your lips once more, only for you to press to gentle fingers to his lips.

“Hey, Lix, talk to me, hm?” You smiled that soft, heartwarming smile that made Felix downright giddy. You only ever smiled at him like that. He’s never seen you smile like that to anyone else, your fellow group members, the camera, your fans. It was his smile.

The boy could never refuse you when you gave him that look, and he let out a sigh, allowing his head to droop and rest on your chest. He didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to, it was so embarrassing--

“You didn’t tell me your group was doing a concept change,” Felix finally mumbled out, his fingers playing with the leather straps that looped around your body as part of your performance outfit.

You blinked in utter surprise, eyes widening as you asked with your amusement barely hidden, “So, you shoved me into a broom closet because you got turned on by me wearing leather straps?”

“Don’t say it like that!” He frowned, looking up at you from where his chin was resting on your chest, a clear pout on his face, “You have no idea how hard it was to watch your comeback stage yesterday and keep a straight face around the other boys and the stylists.”

You could no longer hide your flustered giggles at this point, making Felix turn an even more adorable shade of pink as he huffed out, “It’s true! And it’s not just the straps,” his hands trailed from your waist down to the outside of your thigh with a ghost-like touch, “I-it’s the fishnets, too…”

“What? Is it too much?” you teased, brushing the strands of hair away from his face as you cooed internally, watching him shake his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Not too much, not at all. You just look so good,” he confessed, hiding his face as you felt him grow even more embarrassed, “I didn’t think you could look any more beautiful than you normally do, but I was so wrong.”

Your heart leapt out of your chest at those words, and you felt such a compelling urge to show your love, to touch him, to do anything that could convey just how much you loved Lee Felix. In the end, you settled with guiding his head up so you could press your lips delicately against his, an action that Felix was more than happy to comply with.

“I hate hiding,” he muttered against your lips as he grew more eager, standing up to his full height and effectively towering over you as he pressed you carefully against the wall, “I hate seeing how perfect you are on stage and not being able to tell everyone that you’re mine, that I’m so proud of you, that you’re my amazing girlfriend--”

“One day,” you replied softly, a phrase that you’ve repeatedly uttered whenever Felix got in these moods, “One day, when it won’t impact your group and mine.”

Felix let out a low growl at your words, trailing his kisses down to your neck as he played with the straps of your outfit, “I’m tired of waiting. Is what we’re doing so wrong that we have to hide like thieves?”

You sighed, pulling away slightly so you could look into his eyes as you poke, "It's not wrong," you said with a gentle smile, "One day. We'll go on dates, watch movies, go shopping without having to worry."

His hands cupped your cheek, bringing you impossibly closer as he kissed the tip of your nose, "I guess you have a point," he grumbled, although his disgruntled expression slowly began to fade into a look of love and restrained affectionI as if making up for all the times he had to stand beside you on stage, forcing himself to feign indifference even when his hands were itching to hold you, to touch you.

The poor boy's displeasure was glaringly obvious, especially for you, and you couldn't help but giggle, "Enough about sad things," you said, tugging at his jacket to pull him flush against you, "Are you free tonight? I don't have a schedule after this performance."

Felix's expression was never one to hide anything, and you watched as his face visibly brightened at your words, "I never thought I'd ever hear those words from you," he said excitedly. You were always so, so busy with everything, from your group activities to your acting career. Of course he was proud of you, he was more than proud of you for everything you were accomplishing. It was everything you've ever wanted, after all; he'd known that ever since you two had met as JYP trainees.

Still, sometimes, just sometimes, the little green monster that lived in the crevices of his heart wished that you would spend more time with him.

You smiled guiltily at his words, as if you already knew the thoughts he was hiding, "I know I haven't been the best girlfriend recently," you admitted, stroking his cheek, "I know I've been cancelling dates and being a little distant. I've worried you, haven't I?"

Felix held you tightly, shaking his head. It was almost heartbreaking to see how genuinely sincere he was when he looked at you, "I'm your boyfriend," he chuckled, pecking your lips, "It's my job to worry."

"Either way, I shouldn't make you worry unnecessarily," you said and your boyfriend only laughed quietly as he buried his face in your neck, both of you knowing that he would never lose his constant concern over your wellbeing. It wasn't like you were any different when it came to him, if you were being honest.

"You’re distracting me," you complained, realizing that Felix's gentle, goading lips on the soft skin of your neck were clouding your thoughts and making your brain fuzzy.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he replied almost smugly, nipping your skin and feeling your body react immediately, tensing against him. Gosh, you never made it easy for him to keep his hands to himself!

You let out a shaky sigh as you felt him pressing you further against the wall, your hands automatically running up and down his toned back, "You know, I'm trying to find a way to spend more time with you, and you're ironically not helping."

"I don't wanna plan. I just wanna spend time with you now," Felix was almost on cloud nine at this point, your familiar perfume wafting into his nose as he continued to attack at your neck, still remembering to be careful not to leave marks (although he'd very much want to).

You caved, just as you always did, tilting your head to the side to give him better access while your hands slipped under his shirt, "Alright. You win. How much time do we have? Aren’t you performing soon?"

"Jisung's standing outside. He’ll knock when I need to go,” he spoke against your skin.

“Wow, does he owe you a favor?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of shy, awkward little Jisung standing outside in the moment, playing with his hands as he tried to act natural.

“Just one or two,” Felix replied, pulling at your waist and squeezing the supple flesh gently.

You smiled, humming softly as you let him play as he wished, “It’s a little bit unfair to make him stand guard in front of a closet, don’t you think?”

Felix didn’t respond to your question with words. Rather, he suddenly lunged forward, effectively taking your breath away as he captured your lips with his, the ferocity of his movement causing your heart to pound.

“Enough about Jisung,” he growled under his breath as he pulled away just a hair, your lips now wet and kiss-swollen. This Felix didn’t come out very often, triggered by a mixture of unresolved sexual wanting and jealousy. And boy, did you love every moment he acted like this.

Your fingers found their permanent place in his hair as he kissed you again, drowning you in pleasure and relief. You had always thought that there was no greater feeling than being on stage, but this, this sensation of being swept away with love was incomparable. Felix couldn’t seem to get enough of you, kissing and nipping at your lips as his hands played with the leather straps around the upper half of your body, pulling and snapping them back against your torso and making you whimper.

Oh, this was a big problem. Neither of you will be able to stop very soon. What time was it again? Who was performing at the moment? You couldn’t even remember your own name as Felix explored your mouth with his eager tongue, the kiss dirty and perfect. A hand trailed down your soft thigh, lifting your leg up against his waist and beginning to play with the patterns of your leggings when-

The sound of frantic knuckles wrapping against the closet door startled both of you, and you would’ve almost unceremoniously fell on your butt if Felix did not grab your waist in the nick of time. The closet was dim, with light peeking in from the crevices of the door, but you were sure you looked a mess, and you thanked the gods that you had already performed for the day.

“Times’ up,” you sighed, trying not to sound disappointed as Felix held you close, burying his face in your soft hair.

“Don’t wanna go,” he said in frustration, obviously all worked up just like you were. Unfortunately, Jisung knocked on the door again, much more anxiously than the last.

You reached up, petting his head, “I know, baby. I know, but you should at least save your friend from having to explain why you’re in a broom closet with another idol, don’t you think?” you suggested.

Felix sighed, lifting his head to bend down and kiss your lips, “I guess you’re right,” he mumbled lowly against your soft lips. You expected him to take his leave right then and there, but to your surprise, his lips trailed to your ear, kissing your lobe as he growled.

“I’m going to rip those fishnets off tonight, angel.”

Gosh, you couldn’t wait.

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a/n: f in the chat for jisung lol

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[autumn-writes]

Can I request a MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki, and Gonta? (separately)

hello! thank you for being patient with me < 3! here you go mod chihiro!! i hope you'll enjoy this :>! this is also my first time writing something mtf so if i got anything wrong i'm so sorry :(!

MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki and Gonta

chihiro fujisaki — the ultimate programmer

very nervous when you tell him that you two have to talk. his mind immediately goss to negative thoughts and he starts to worry :(

are u okay?? are u mad at him? are u about to leave him?!

he is so nervous up to the time that you two start to talk

he was ready to start bawling and asking you why you want to leave him but then—

"chihiro, i'm a transgender woman" "y/n why do want to lea— wait, what was that?"

you repeat once more that you are mtf and he visibly relaxes

"ah, i was so worried i did something wrong!! i'm so proud of how strong you are to come out :)!"

he's very supportive and not at all judgemental. he's quite curious about being mtf though. what is it like to hav transitioned from a male to a female? you don't get bullied whenever people find out, right? you better not be getting bullied cause chihiro isn't the strongest but he's friends with a biker gange leader and the school's ultimate moral compass :) (yes they are besties you cannot change my mind)

Chihiro's love for you doesn't waver at all!! In fact, he ends up loving you even more :)!!

mikan tsumiki — the ultimate nurse

just like chihiro, she's very nervous from the day you tell her you two need to talk till the day you two actually talk

she's fidgeting so much when you two are about to talk, she's ready to start begging for forgiveness for whatever she may have done wrong

"y-y/n i-i'm so sorry for whatever i di-did wrong!! i pr-promise i d-didn't—" "mikan, sweetie, relax. i just... finally found the courage to tell you that i'm trans ^-^"

she stops apologizing as soon as you tell her to relax and her face visibly lights up as soon as you tell her the news. you... you trust her enough to tell her something so important?? she's over the moon!!

she's bisexual but she has a preference for females not saying she wouldn't love you as a guy no no that's not it!! she's just happy that you had the strength to transition from male to female :>

baby is also very, very, VERY supportive of you! she's sure to show you that no matter what, even if you may have been a male at the start, that doesn't mean her love for you is going away < 3

ibuki mioda — the ultimate musician

was very willing and excited to talk when you mentioned you had something important to say

unlike the first two, ibuki can sorta read people very well! she can tell what type of person they are and knows when a situation is gloomy enough to need uplifting or jokes, or when a situation is sappy, so she could tell that when you told her you needed to talk, it wasn't going to be anything devastating

"hey hey hey sugar to my plum!!" she would greet you have excitedly as always, giving you a big hug and a a few kisses as part of her greeting. she could tell you were nervous from the moment she saw you fidgeting so she had to relieve some of the tension!

"sooooo what was this super duper ultra mega important thing you needed to tell me??" she asks and waits patiently for you to start talking. she listens intently and lets her jaw drop open when you confess to being trans and ask if she still accepts you despite this

girl literally scoops you up and starts swinging you from side to side in the air

"awww c'mere you little cutie!! of course i still accept you :)! banana or not, balloons or flat, i still love you just as much!!"

very very supportive, she's happy that you came out to her cause she knows that telling people information such as that takes a lot of courage and she's proud of you for it < 3

gonta gokuhara — the ultimate entomologist

immediately agrees to talk to you cause he's a gentleman and he can't say no to you :)

"gentleman listen to y/n talk! listening to loved one talk is proof of gentleman love :)"

so the day you tell him the news arrives and gonta and you are just sitting in the living room while he's trying to show you a butterfly that he placed in a container earlier this morning

you clear your throat and quickly grab his hands, you know that gonta most likely wouldn't reject you for being trans but there's still that underlying worry (that is utterly useless cause this is gonta we're talking abt bby boi wouldn't even dream of hurting you)

"so gonta uh... i was once a guy :)" "y/n... was guy...? but s/o is girl? gonta is confused, sorry!"

you'll have to spend a few minutes explaining to gonta what being mtf is and have to tell him how becoming a girl when you were a guy was possible

once he understands he's like ":0 gonta still love y/n! being boy before is okay, what important is y/n and gonta love each other :)"

please this boy accepts and love you so much he's so quick to protect you whenever someone makes fun of you for being trans and he's ready to show a more scary side to him

no one is going to mess with you, and that's because you got a wonderful gentleman who loves and accepts you to death :3

chiaki nanami — the ultimate gamer

is very calm when you tell her you two have to talk about something and immediately accepts

she has a feeling that this conversation you two will have will be something rather important so she tries not to distract herself with a game when you two speak

intently listens to you speak when you say that you're transgender and asks some questions to clear up her questions in mind

once that's over with, she expresses her acceptance as love by giving you a tight but loving hug and a kiss to the cheek

"i... hope you know that no matter what you are, i'd still love and care for you dearly. i love everything about you, y/n"

offers to play a game with you after your confession and even lets you win! (though you pout when you know she's purposefully trying to lose, it warms your heart to know that she's making you happy)

very supportive girlfriend! 10/10 would love < 3

ah I can't believe i'm almost done with requests!! i'll have a big announcement once i'm done with all of them so do watch out for that < 3!

please do take care of yourselves lovelies! autumn loves y'all very much!! stay safe and healthy my beloved maple leaves :)!

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Hi Emina🥰

Mandy finds out about Ian and Mickey earlier than in canon, she’s upset but she doesn’t confront either of them at first. She observes them together when all three of them hang out, and she realises it’s not just some casual thing - it’s serious.

For the prompt ask❤️

Hello Drish! Thank you for the ask -- I loved writing this :)

tw for very mild and short mentions of sexual abuse; other than that, everything is mostly just some light angst. enjoy!

word count: 4.6k

The Choices We Made And The Ones We Could Have Instead by gallavich-x

Looking back at it, Mandy was surprised she had missed it. She also thought that she had to have, most certainly, been the dumbest person alive — dumber than Iggy, even — to miss something that had been so blatantly staring straight at her.

She was surprised she had missed Ian's soft and clearly loving looks — the ones that had never been truly directed at her, although she somewhat hoped they were, still harboring some weird form of a crush on the redheaded boy she had grown to call her best friend; but also aware they simply couldn't have been for anybody else — and yet were always casually thrown somewhere over her shoulder, where, she only now was certain, Mickey probably stood, perhaps gazing softly back.

She was surprised she had confused Mickey's relaxed stance whenever he was in Ian's vicinity to the siblings perhaps getting closer, Mickey finally switching his ice-cold demeanor in place of a slightly more open one. Mandy never would have guessed it wasn't her that made him shed his hard shield, but rather Ian, the one boy who had made her shed her own.

She was so surprised she had missed how Mickey hung around more when Ian was around; how Ian planted himself next to Mickey each time the three of them sat down on the too-small, dirty Milkovich couch to watch a movie together — where each time Mandy wondered why Mickey was there in the first place; why he wasn't making fun of them for watching a kid's movie like Finding Nemo but rather sat down, tightly pressed against Ian, obnoxiously watching it with them. How she so easily wrote off them working together so suddenly, the whole ordeal having to do with Ian liking Mickey enough to put in a good word for him with Linda — liking him enough to not mind working with him. It had been so obvious this entire time, and yet Mandy never seemed to catch on.

Mandy considered it stupid how it didn't take Ian and Mickey's weird proximity to each other for her to finally figure it out but rather a simple accident in which it was so blatantly obvious that her brain couldn't ignore the signs anymore — her best friend and her brother. Together.

Maybe she could blame the ignorance on her unhealthy obsession with Lip and Lip's unhealthy obsession with Karen; perhaps she could blame it on the Milkovich genes for not connecting the dots sooner — it didn't really matter. What mattered was that her brain took its sweet time figuring it out and only managed to finally fucking understand once the whole thing was simply impossible to ignore.

She didn't plan on seeing them in the kitchen that day — it had been an accident; an impulse in which Mandy had picked herself up from the couch to ask Ian something about Lip — just another stupid thing she couldn't help but want to find out about the boy she was falling in love with — and ended up finding out something about the boy she thought she knew everything about. Ian had been gone for only a few moments, declaring how he was going to make them popcorn — the popcorn he stole for them from the store, pretending as if it wasn't that big of a deal; like it wasn't a gesture that had Mandy's heart swell uncontrollably as she gazed at her soft ginger.

Ian was a man like no other — sweet, kind, respectful, good-looking. He was basically perfect when it came to Southside boys, the ones who were born and raised here; he was perfect for Mandy. Years ago, she had tried to lure him in with her short skirts and booby shirts, but that was the first time she found out Ian was nothing like the other boys she knew and had done the same thing with. Ian was something else altogether, a piece of the world Mandy had not yet uncovered — a piece of the world that treated her, for the first time, in a way that felt right.

Mandy was jealous of the guy that had Ian's heart — the one Ian whined and bitched about every other week; the one he talked about with the sweetest of looks on his face every single goddamn day as if the other boy hung the moon and the stars for him. She was jealous another person that wasn't Mandy got Ian Gallagher. She was also certain that in another world — a world where Ian liked girls instead of boys and was able to see Mandy as something more — she would be his perfect match. A Gallagher and a Milkovich; so unexpected, yet so fitting.

Maybe that's why she fell in love with Lip; maybe it was some sort of mind fuck that had her settle for the closest thing there was to Ian, that being his fucking smart-as-a-whip but dumb-as-a-pole brother — or maybe she was just right about Gallaghers and Milkoviches mixing. They went well somehow, like night and day; so different, yet incomplete without each other.

She should have guessed it. If Mandy and Ian were a match in some other alternate universe — a Milkovich and Gallagher pairing done fucking right, unlike she and Lip, and she and Ian — perhaps there was another weird, unbelievable pairing in this one, just that nobody had looked deep enough to find it.

She had neared the kitchen, the question about Lip still in her mind. The kitchen door stood slightly ajar and Mandy halted her steps at the sound of the voices inside — quiet, soft, almost unrecognizable voices. One belonged to Ian, the other to Mickey.

And yet, Mickey's was so unbelievably different from the one she was so used to hearing —instead of  being rough and scary, making Mickey seem as crude and as unapproachable as he truly was —  it was steady, calm, and... Flirty?

Mandy listened through the small gap, not quite able to see them through the slim opening. What she did see was scarce, simply Ian and Mickey standing close to each other — way too intimate for just two people working together at the same store, and simply way too close for friends; not that Ian and Mickey were that. Friends.

If she didn't have ears to listen in to the conversation, she would have written the positions of their bodies as threatening and challenging rather than comfortable and knowing.

Mickey's voice, at the moment, was too quiet for Mandy's liking. She could barely catch on to a thing he was saying, the sentences coming out of his mouth sounding more like mumbles than actual words — but as his hand reached up to fix the collar of Ian's cardigan, moving in even closer towards Ian's bare skin, fingertips tracing his collarbone lightly, and as Ian's breath visibly hitched so that even Mandy could notice his shortage of breath — she knew.

Their eyes never left each other's faces. Their lips didn't connect into a kiss — something Mandy was grateful for, shocked enough and definitely not ready to add that to the list of things she thought she'd never see, placing it right up next to the unicorn she dreamed about having as a kid — but they seemed unnervingly close to it. Too close even, nearing each other like magnets. They only jumped apart when the microwave beeped, signaling enough popcorn kettles being popped to stop exposing them to the heat. Mandy watched as Mickey pulled away even further from Ian as if snapping somewhat out of a daze.

"See you tonight, Firecrotch." He smirked as he headed towards the door. Mandy jumped back from the door, comically throwing herself towards the couch, hoping — no, begging — Mickey didn't figure out she'd seen the entire exchange. When he only passed her with an "assface" in greeting, she knew he had no clue.

And when Ian came back a moment later, a bowl of popcorn nestled in his arms, a blush warming his cheeks, breath ragged, Mandy realized she had seen him this flustered one time too many — and although she usually wrote it off as Ian simply being Ian, awkward and clumsy, cute and all over the place — now she knew.

It had never been the heat of the summer making him warm, sweaty, and dizzy all over.

It had always been Mickey.

When her brother joined them a little while later, plopping himself down next to Ian, even though the seat next to Mandy was closer and much spacier, she finally managed to grasp onto the clues her brother had been unwillingly leaving — everything, from the lack of girlfriends to Ian. It didn't make her feel any less stupid, but it sure as hell made a lot more sense.

Her brother was gay.

She was surprised and slightly disbelieving. How could her brother Mickey, one of the scariest members of the Milkovich family, Terry's favorite son, be gay?

They all had secrets, she guessed, some larger and more terrifying than others.

The light bulb had finally lit up above her head. Mandy knew she was pale as a ghost as she thought it all through, making connections, filling in the blanks, finally making sense of the past three years.

Mickey was Ian's mystery man — the guy he was desperately in love with.

She glanced towards Ian who was subtly — she wouldn't have caught it if she wasn't looking for it — smiling at Mickey, their forearms lightly touching, thighs firmly pressed together on the worn-out couch. She then stole a glance towards Mickey who seemed to be trying to hide a small smile in his beer bottle.

Mandy suddenly felt scared, the realization hitting her with full-blown force. She finally realized what it all meant.

Firstly, Ian was in love with Mickey.

Mickey would break his heart. He, like all of the other Milkoviches, Mandy included, simply wasn't made to love or be loved. Not healthily at least. Not the way you were supposed to.

Secondly, Mickey was gay.

If Terry ever found out, it would be Mandy's, not just Ian's, heart breaking.

The day Terry found out about Mickey would be the day she lost her brother.

You could never say Mandy Milkovich was a particularly observant person, but lately, she was nothing but, practically spending every single moment she spent with Ian and Mickey, whether it be together or apart, studying and analyzing them, trying to uncover more about the secret they shared. She reminded herself of those bird or cloud watchers — the ones that spent hours on end trying to spot different species or shapes, studying them silently and calmly, always being patient, simply waiting for the perfect moment to capture them.

Mandy hated feeling like one of those boring-ass people — it was contradicting towards her personality. She was more likely to be the person who would shoot the endangered bird rather than simply gaze at it. She didn't know if it made her a monster or simply a proud Milkovich.

Mandy was somewhat scared of the answer.

The gazing wasn't directed towards birds or clouds, though — it was Ian and Mickey who were the center of her interest.

They were simply hooking up, she knew — Ian had told her that enough himself.

She was now connecting Mickey to all of the events Ian had told her about his 'secret boyfriend'; Ian never called him that, but she had come up with the nickname after a particularly excruciatingly long story about how the guy had been jealous of the old pedophile— another one of Mandy's nicknames — Ian had been seeing, and how sweet Ian found it.

It was Mickey who had told Ian, only a few months ago, that he was nothing but a warm mouth to him; an event Ian talked about with moisture in his eyes, claiming how, from then on, he'd stay away. It was Mickey who Ian thought hated him and had asked advice about. It was Mickey who Ian spent most of the day daydreaming about, probably doodling his name in his diary or whatever shit Mandy had relentlessly teased him about.

Now, she tried to picture the other stuff Ian told her — she tried to picture the two of them hanging out and having fun, simply enjoying each other's company — Mandy stopped short. She couldn't imagine it. Sure, she'd seen them hang out when they were with her, but the thought of them alone made her squirm in her seat — there was no way they even had anything to talk about. Mickey didn't just chit-chat and he'd probably tell Ian to shut the fuck up the moment Ian opened his mouth to tell another one of those weird Gallagher stories. She just couldn't imagine Mickey simply being friends with someone — hell, she couldn't even imagine him liking Ian enough to even talk to him. It was a fucked up thing to say but everything she knew about Mickey told her so.

Ian didn't seem gay — you probably wouldn't figure it out until he out-right told you or made out with a guy in front of your eyes; but if you knew him, you'd know he was also sensitive and soft in a weird human way, not just in the stereotypical homosexual way. He was different in a good way, understanding things Lip, for example, or any other guy, simply wouldn't be able to.

Ian was just genuinely different. He was a different type of man from the other Southside douchebags — he was different from his own brother who he always compared himself to.

But she couldn't see that sort of personality working well with Mickey, who was mostly just the exact opposite.

Ian was simply just Ian, and Mickey was akin to an antonym.

And she could definitely see Ian falling in love with Mickey, trying hard to figure him out, crack open his hard, rough, and calloused shell and look deep into his soul, searching for his hidden, golden heart.

But Mandy knew Mickey (at least she thought she did but the gay thing made her genuinely wonder how much she knew after all), and she knew her brother wasn't the 'baddest', meanest asshole on this side of the Chicago river, but he most certainly wasn't far from it. He was crude, brash, rude, and violent, all of the greatest qualities a Milkovich could possess — he was Terry's pride and joy, his prodigy son who'd definitely go places. In Terry's mind going places meant either running drug ops or serving time in federal prison for murder — in Mandy's mind, Mickey's too probably, that was nothing but a wasted life. But Mickey had never trailed off of the path Terry had drawn for him. He never stopped following in his footsteps.

Mandy knew he couldn't, not really. Just like she couldn't stop Terry when he walked into her room drunk some nights, doing something to her she tried to pretend wasn't a big deal, that it didn't matter — but she could hope that her brother, the one closest to her age, the one she liked the most, the one she looked up to more than she wished to, would be the one who made it out of this hell hole. Would make it out and go somewhere new, somewhere where he could learn to love a man beyond just fucking, learn to treat him better than he was treating Ian — better than Mandy knew he was treating him.

She knew Ian's heart was fragile, torn apart by so many awful, creepy men who wanted him for nothing more but his body. He didn't need that from Mickey too — Mickey who had already said it once; Mickey who would not hesitate to beat the redheaded boy up for even mentioning the word gay in his presence, in context to Mickey or not.

Ian deserved better.

Mickey did too.

Mandy glanced through the Kash 'n Grab window, making sure to stay inconspicuous and subtle as she observed what was happening inside the store. She had come here for a reason — she needed to see it again, confirm it with her own eyes; confirm that her eyes hadn't deceived her that day in the kitchen; that Ian and Mickey have truly been 'together' all this time.

She also needed to find the strength to confront them, simply stop pussying out each time she thought about opening her mouth to tell Ian she knew, to tell Mickey his secret was safe with her —  whenever she tried to confront Ian and warn him about Mickey, the man she knew he was, and whenever she tried to confront Mickey and warn him about Ian, and what type of man she knew his heart couldn't handle, that type being Mickey — she just couldn't.

Through the dirty windowpane, Mandy saw Mickey sitting on a stool, flipping through the pages of a magazine —  she guessed it had something to do with guns or naked chicks, considering how most of Mickey's reading material usually did. His gaze was turned downwards, his security vest wrinkled against his oddly clean shirt — he had been taking showers lately. Mandy wondered if it was because of Ian who was behind the cash register. Mandy wondered how they still hadn't noticed her — it wasn't as if the posters hung on the window next to the store's entrance were much use for a good hiding spot. Nevertheless, she was thankful for the coverage — at least it wasn't obvious she was stalking.

Still, Ian's eyes weren't focused on a magazine or a textbook or even her spying through the glass — those beautiful green orbs were focused solely on Mickey, inspecting his face and body, not even in a sexual way; it was simply just Ian memorizing every single line of Mickey's bruised-up, scowl-etched face. He was gazing softly at him, a look she had seen one too many times on Ian, whether it was when he was describing an amazing night he had spent with his mystery man to Mandy, or simply describing how much progress the two of them were making — how real it was becoming. How sweet his lover was.

Mandy knew Mickey was anything but sweet.

She guessed love made people think and do crazy things. Things a sane person with a clear mind wouldn't even think of doing. She blamed it all on the weird hormones the body produced when you were supposedly in love — they made the brain fuzzy, filling it to the brim with just thoughts about him and him and him.

That's what she felt like with Lip. That's what she didn't want to feel with Lip because it was what he felt with Karen.

Love was an interesting thing.

It was obviously very much incompetently blind.

Mandy was snapped out of her daze when Mickey's eyes caught Ian's from across the store.

Mandy held her breath, expecting Mickey to snap, to yell at Ian like she imagined he had so many times before this one. She was waiting to see, up close in person, how Mickey would manage to shatter another piece of Ian's heart, all until there was nothing more to break. When she saw his lips move inaudibly, she focused her gaze on Ian's face, instead, not wanting to see the angry expression, sometimes so akin to Terry's. But Ian's face didn't fall; it didn't turn his soft gaze and even softer smile into an expression so hurt it was painful to look at it — instead, he lit up.

But it was when Mickey smiled back that she realized how stupid she really was. Iggy had nothing on her, really — she was as dumb as they could get.

Mickey's smile was not just a smile -- it was a full-blown grin, wider than she'd ever seen on his young, yet unbelievably grumpy face, stretching impossibly on his face, white, slightly crooked teeth glinting in the summer glow. It was absolutely beautiful. Mandy had never, in her entire life — perhaps not since they were little kids, still not aware of the big bad world — seen him smile so brightly, his face lighting up more than Ian's. That was when Mandy remembered the small smiles Mickey had been sporting this entire time, when he was deep in thought at the kitchen table, thinking nobody was looking; or when he was texting somebody with his newest burner phone, covering genuine laughs by pouring beer down his throat, then smiling some more.

Mickey didn't stop smiling; not as he nodded towards the door, eyes still locked on Ian's, making Mandy's eyes widen; not when Ian was jumping out of his seat to, Mandy presumed, lock the door so they wouldn't be interrupted; not when Mandy, while fleeing away from the window so she wouldn't be caught, saw out of the corner of her eye, Ian pushing Mickey deeper into the store, their lips pressed carelessly against each other.

The smile ingrained itself into Mandy's brain, and she knew it would become a memory she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

Her entire perception of what Ian and Mickey supposedly were suddenly shifted. She could see it now — she could finally imagine the stories Ian had told her, she could imagine the two of them just kind of working together, opposing personalities and all — she finally thought she actually managed to figure it out.

Maybe it wasn't just Ian being in love with Mickey.

Maybe it was Mickey being in love with Ian too.

When Mandy tried to ask Lip about Ian and his mystery boyfriend, trying to determine if he knew who it was, she wasn't surprised when he didn't tell her, when he didn't even try to make decent, languid conversation with her, his fucking girlfriend.

"It's kind of, um, brother stuff, you know? I can't just tell you." He said absentmindedly as he ran his fingers through the pages a book he had stolen from a nearby bookstore — something random and unimportant that he read instead of college applications — and she hoped, for a few moments, that he would tell her something more. That Lip would trust her enough to let her in on some small part of the secret — would tell her whether he knew who the guy even was.

He didn't.

Mandy wondered if Ian told Mickey more; if he let Mickey in on all of his family's biggest secrets. She wondered if they talked about Lip and Mandy and what a shitshow they were; if they laughed at them — at Mandy — for trying so hard when Lip didn't even care.

Mandy didn't know the answer, but she knew that the answer didn't even matter — Lip had never smiled at her the way Mickey smiled at Ian.

That was all she really needed to know.

The rest of the summer was a blur of messy pregnancies, even messier breakups, and crazy weddings — Mandy didn't even know how shit had hit the fan so soon.

When Ian came to say goodbye, Mandy tried to stop him; she tried to tell him about the smile she saw, about the Gallagher-Milkovich theory she had — how she believed that, although he and Mandy would have been soulmates in some faraway universe, he was Mickey's soulmate in this one, wedding and unborn baby be damned.

She said nothing, though.

She pretended not to have known all along.

Mandy had thought, before she knew some part of the truth, that Mickey was the type of man who would never cry. That he was like Terry that way — hard as a rock, emotionless.

She had seen his smile. The smile that helped her understand — helped her realize the sad truth.

The sad truth that Mickey was in love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. That she had never seen him smile as bright as he did that day. That he had never seemed more relaxed than he did that one afternoon in the kitchen, running his fingers over Ian's body so gently, staking his claim with softly whispered words. That she had seen Ian gaze softly back at him. Laugh with him. That she had witnessed, unaware, Ian cracking open Mickey's hard exterior, pushing his walls down so hard that they probably wouldn't come back up no matter how hard Mickey pushed.

She had been so consumed with Lip and Karen, with her own love — unrequited as it was — that she missed the one that mattered; the one that she could have helped flourish if she had tried, instead of putting all her efforts into Lip who didn't even care. Perhaps she could have stopped Mickey from sleeping with that whore and knocking her up; perhaps she could have told him what she wanted to tell Ian weeks later; perhaps she could have stopped the wedding.

But she didn't.

As Ian stepped outside and hugged Mandy goodbye, apologizing for not telling her sooner and having her find out the way she did, promising her that if he could he would have told her from the start, she understood that they had all made choices they now wished they hadn't.

What was life if not a series of choices, whether they be as simple as choosing breakfast, or as complicated as telling someone the truth? And you could choose every single one of the choices presented to you — if you thought you couldn't, you'd just taken the easy way out. She wondered what would have happened if they had the balls to choose the things that mattered to them, and stopped caring about what the world forced them to believe was right and wrong. All she did was wonder.

They could have all done different things. What they couldn't do is change it now.

She told Mickey he was a pussy. It was like looking in a mirror.

She pretended not to hear him cry that night, as she held back her own tears, afraid, so afraid, that she had lost somebody so close to her, somebody who understood, somebody who cared — Ian wasn't coming back, was he? Ian was long gone, on a bus to base camp, ready to get shipped off to some unknown place where he'd probably die within a second of stepping on the battlefield.

He could've chosen to stay and fight on this one.

He didn't.

Milkoviches and Gallaghers mixed, somehow attracted to each other like magnets — but perhaps they simply mixed with Ian Gallagher the best. Maybe Milkoviches and Gallaghers were just all doomed to fail. Mandy didn't cry over Lip, although she knew she would eventually.

But she cried over her best friend.

Mandy knew Mickey was doing the same.

All this time, Mandy was sure Mickey would break Ian Gallagher's heart.

She just didn't know Ian would end up breaking Mickey's too.

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Uhm hey! I love me some Draco hehe... What about a slytherin reader that's deaf? Both of them knew each other already since she's from a rich pure blood family? And just Draco protecting her from mean people (even tho he is a bully) and just like their relationship throughout the years (without voldemort and those shenanigans pls... I want Draco to be a happy boi, also both of them have cheesy moments like every 5 seconds)

Cheesy and cute? UHM FUCK YEAH MY DUDE

Warnings: Swearing. Obviously.

You met Draco when you were nine.

Your parents introduced each other and Draco said something but you didn't respond to anything.

It confused the kid, why weren't you listening to him? At all?

"And this is Y/n. Our daughter... She's deaf." Your father finally said making it register.

Draco didn't know how to talk to you but you had this journal that you just whipped out.

"I can answer yes or no questions." You wrote down.

He nodded. Okay... "Have you enjoyed your time here?" He asked.

You gave a "meh" response.

"How can... How can you talk to me?" He asked.

You started writing again.

"I read lips." You wrote.

Draco could work with this.

So you two ended up talking all night and you had a ton of fun with him.

Your parents saw the excitement on your face after you left and set up more dinners with the Malfoys.

So Draco started learning sign language. He was able to learn that quick too.

The next time you came over Draco was able to sign his name, ask how you were doing, "slow down" and "I only know a little right now".

You and him became quick friends and Lucius was lowkey grateful to see his son open to up to someone who wasn't Crabbe and Goyle.

When you two were together you'd show visible happiness and your parents were psyched because you hadn't done that before.

They'd tell you "Hey we're going to the Malfoy's" and you'd smile.

Your next few birthdays were spent with them and Draco's were spent with you.

By the time Draco and you entered hogwarts Draco knew how to use sign language almost completely.

You were naturally nervous about going to a place with a LOT of people who most likely didn't know sign language. Draco kept close to you though.

Dumbledore did issue a warning about you that you were deaf so no one would just walk up to you and start talking and be offended by no response.

The sorting ceremony happened and you were sorted into Slytherin and Draco was naturally like "FUCK YEAH MY BEST FRIEND IS WITH ME!" And you were pretty psyched to be with him too.

However a lot of kids who knew Draco were surprised to see him use ASL and so quickly too.

You would sign back and everyone was literally the embodiment of the "???" Meme.

Students around you were confused on how this was a means of communication but went with it.

However there was the added challenge of the fucking passwords on the doors.

They had to basically assign a kid to always be with you so you could get back in to the common room.

Any guesses to who the kid was? If you said Draco then congratulations, buy yourself something pretty.

Draco was always with you and if he was for some reason unavailable, Snape actually would help out.

To everyone's surprise, Snape actually didn't hate your guts

He seemed to almost enjoy your presence and he knew sign language as well so if you needed something he understood.

Course, this gave Harry Potter the wrong idea about you at first.

He didn't get the memo apparently that you were deaf and he was alarmed that you got along with both Draco and Snape.

He watched your every move like a fucking hawk.

And then he saw Draco use sign language and uhm.

He felt fucking dumb.

Harry actually went off and learned it on his own time

Draco was sitting in the library and Harry asked if he could sit with you two.

In sign language.

This shocked both of you because Draco thought he was the only kid who could do that

You nodded and Harry told you he was trying to learn

So Draco and you became somewhat of a teacher for Harry

Hermione, to everyone's surprise, already knew sign language.

She has a deaf Aunt apparently.

Ron learned it too and suddenly all of the Weasley's were interested in learning.

Draco was excited to see you have a friend group.

Like yes: he loved being your friend. But he wanted the best for you and he wanted to see you interact with other people too.

Fred and George would never prank you because that's just a dick move, but my God did they go to you for advice and alibis.

You didn't mind it either

When you were all able to go to Hogsmeade, Harry wanted you to meet his Uncles

You were down but also worried that they wouldn't know sign language

But apparently Harry had wrote to them like "Hey uhm guys, I met someone cool but they're deaf, can you learn sign language"

James already knew how to do it because Sirius's go to excuse was "You're deaf and I'm blind" when he did something... Not so legal

Sirius learned it from Remus

Remus learned it before becoming a substitute for Quirrell just in case

Lily learned it because she wanted to know

Peter also learned it from Remus

When a group of adults other than the Malfoys and your parents started talking to you in sign language you actually cried

Draco was panicked and they were all worried until you signed "No one except Draco has cared this much before"

From that point on you were to BE PROTECTED BY YOUR NEW ADOPTED FATHER JAMES

James is literally "I just met Y/n five minutes ago but if something happened to her I'd kill everyone in the room and then myself"

You loved hanging out with these adults and when they invited you for Christmas your literal response was "Only if Draco comes with"

So there you were at the Potter house, Draco next to you the whole time

He loved seeing you happy oh my God

He'd see your smile and it'd make his whole week.

You'd go to bed and sometimes Draco would stay up downstairs and read

Sirius talked to him one night though

"So. How long have you loved her?" Sirius asked.

Draco looked up from his book.

"...What?" He asked.

"How long have you loved Y/n?" Sirius asked.

"How did... You know?" Draco asked.

"Because James looks at Lily the same way you look at Y/n." Sirius told him.

So Draco vented a little bit and Sirius basically told him "Draco. Boy. Just GO FOR IT."

When you all went back to school you had your first wonderful experience with bullies

They tried to fuck with you

Bad choice.

Terrible choice really.

Ron nearly killed them, along with Draco

Fred and George pranked them later with some... Explosives?

Harry jinxed them

Hermione just did the normal thing and REPORTED THEM.

You almost felt bad for those two guys.

You felt glad though that you had this group of people who would go to the moon and back for you

Your parents suddenly had a very crowded house during the summer

But they didn't mind because they all made you happy.

Draco and you would take these walks in the garden though.

It'd just be you and him.

The whole group kind of shipped it and wanted you two to have some alone time.

Draco would talk to you and you'd smile and laugh at some of the things he'd say.

He seemed very happy with you.

Draco would have small moments with you where you'd be cold and he'd lend you his jacket or keep an arm around you.

Fred and George became DETERMINED to get you two together

When the Triwizard tournament happened Draco signed up as a "Meh. Why not"

And got selected...

He was wanting to die internally the whole time he was with the other champions

He was so used to being around you that he would sign when he spoke verbally.

Viktor and Fleur were very confused until they met you.

One day they strolled over to say good luck and there you were, signing.

Then it made sense like "OOOHH HIS GIRLFRIEND IS DEAF"

And the group had to correct them "No no, just friends... For now" "Wait what--" "Shhh Draco, look at the pretty girl"

Then came the first trial with a dragon.

That's the first time the group had heard Draco scream... Like a little girl.

You were on the edge of your seat, very worried though

When he managed to get the egg you were relieved.

He ran into the tent and literally collapsed.

The boy was COVERED in soot and dirt but you didn't care.

You hugged him and he was panting because he just ran a God damn marathon running from the dragon.

But you looked at him and he looked at you and... Well you kissed

Rita Skeeter ate it up and published an article and Draco nearly killed the woman.

She made it sound like he was with you because you were deaf and he pitied you

Like no. That shit does not fly with Draco

Guess what: his father did hear about that

Lucius LAID INTO THAT WOMAN HOLY FUCK

You didn't care though, you now had Draco

He'd always be showing you some sort of affection, playing with your hair while he read, sleeping in the common room with you on his chest

Because you couldn't speak, he would write you little poems and you loved them.

Fun fact: Draco is actually really good at putting up hair.

Whenever you needed to have your hair up for something Draco was the one that did it.

He always had scrunchies on hand and if he noticed your hair bothering you in class, he literally does not care who's watching he'd pull it back and just do it then and there.

Well one day Mcgonagall walked up to you while you were with Fred and George and asked for your assistance

She basically told you that you were needed for Draco's challenge

And so Draco was very confused when you weren't there.

"Where's Y/n?" He asked.

"Mcgonagall said she needed her for something, we haven't seen her since." George answered.

Draco's heart DROPPED.

The second that that shot went off he had no hesitation jumping in.

He was the first one out of the water with you.

He was PISSED that they would do that to a student they knew was deaf

You assured him though you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to help them though and he calmed down a little.

Draco did not let you go though, he kept a arm around you the entire time he was out of the water.

He was scattering kisses across your face apologizing over and over again and you kept signing "Draco I'm okay"

Then Fleur came up empty handed and you were looking at the lake like "DRACO. BABE. DO SOMETHING. PLEASE."

And because Draco would literally go to hell and back for you he jumped right back in.

He came back up with the kid and you were so happy that he did that and almost tackled him right back into the water.

He was smiling and holding you close.

Warming up in the Slytherin common room with cocoa and talking to the group

Slytherins watching you all like "Gryffindors aren't supposed to be in here--" and then all of you plotting their deaths in your heads.

Slytherin just becoming used to them being there.

Try saying no to you. Like truly. Do you want to be that asshole?

Draco asking you to the Yule during the dance course

You nodding enthusiastically and making him laugh before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Him seeing you and nearly dropping to the ground.

Him enthusiastically signing "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL"

Your smile not leaving you the entire night

Draco signing "I love you" for the first time

You signing "I love you" back.

Draco going into his last trial and literally screaming like a little girl when that maze seemed to reach out and almost grab him.

Draco running and somehow finding the cup and winning.

You kissed him of course because CELEBRATION BIATCH

Slytherin celebrating but you and Draco slipping away and celebrating with the group instead.

Draco giving the money to Fred and George because he literally does not need more money.

Now that a bigger group knew sign language you were able to take other classes that wasn't limited to what Draco could do

Most of your classes were still with him though but you did enjoy herbology

You were literally the only student who didn't need ear muffs during the Mandrake lesson.

You actually loved herbology

You met your friend Neville there.

And then you met Luna

Both of which already knew sign language.

They were your buddies and you loved being around them

Your final year was approaching and you were taking an extra class but no one knew what for

You wouldn't tell the group, all they knew is that Dumbledore and Mcgonagall were both in on this.

Then there was one morning where the group was eating breakfast.

"Hi." You yawned and everyone didn't think anything of it until they realized.

You just spoke. Like... Verbally.

Everyone lost their shit and found out your were doing speech therapy.

You were a little insecure about your voice but Draco thought it was ADORABLE.

Your last year approached and while you rarely spoke it was still nice to see that you were doing things outside your comfort zone.

So graduation happened and Draco was talking about the future and something very unexpected happened.

You were watching this boy sign enthusiastically about how he loved you to James and the marauders and you just..

"Draco will you marry me?" You asked.

Everyone looked at you surprised and Draco smiled.

He said yes of course and so you got married

You, Fred and George all worked together.

You made their potions and grew whatever herbs they needed

Draco became a healer (I am absolutely convinced he does this after graduation) and starts a push for more accessible options for possible deaf students at hogwarts

You guys have a kid, Scorpius who is fluent in sign language (he's not deaf though)

James is the babysitter. You don't even have to pay the man

Just call him "Hey James we need you to watch our kid"

And he'll show up like "My daughter has called me"

Fred and George love seeing you happy when you work at the shop

Draco will occasionally pop in for a visit during the summer and he'll help out too.

You may have had a couple of mandrake accidents.

You kind of forget that the plants make noise and when you move the baby plants it knocks people out.

But it's okay because you never forget with the adult mandrakes for some reason.

Neville and Luna some times help out with you and you all have fun

Neville always faints for some reason.

"Didn't I give him ear muffs?" "He just fainted." "Again?"

You love to just look at your family when they're over.

Draco, Scorpius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, James, Lily, Lucius, Narcissa, your mom, your dad, Luna, Neville, Molly, Arthur, Remus, Sirius, Peter... All of them... You loved the crap out of all of these idiots

Yes. They're idiots

But they're your idiots.

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n

[ohkiyo]

pairing: Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader.

warnings: none.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I can't believe I almost forgot Goshiki's birthday. Here’s a quick one for our future ace. :D

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You stared at your clock, (e/c) eyes never leaving the device as you grip your phone on your hand. Your text already drafted and ready to be sent the moment those two hands strike the desired time you’ve been waiting.

11:58 pm.

'Just 2 more minutes' you thought glaring at your clock, cursing it for being slow. You never realized just how slow two minutes can be, the moving hands looking like they've frozen in place instead of actually doing its job. You swore your clock was mocking you, playing some sort of game, thinking that it might be funny.

You were currently seated on your bed, having just woken up from a nap, waiting for the time to reach 12. It was Goshiki's birthday the next day, and you wanted to be the very first one to greet him. Tendou had challenged you the other day that he'll be the very first to do it, being the great senpai that he is. But you replied with the utmost determination that it would be you, who will greet him a happy birthday first.

12:00 am.

"...and sent" you grinned, seeing the little check mark at the bottom. An indication that your message has been sent. Getting out of your bed, you walk downstairs and into the kitchen to finish baking the brownies you had started earlier. You were currently in your family home instead of in your dorm, you had to go home so you could bake him some sweets. Since the kitchen in your dorm didn't have the complete appliances and baking materials.

You could've just bought some at a bakery or sweet stores but you wanted this to be special. It's a gift for your boyfriend’s birthday after all.

Just as you step foot into the kitchen your phone let out a ding.

From: Tomu-kun

Thank you (Y/n)-chan ❤ I'll see you tomorrow?

You leaned on the doorway, your fingers busy typing your reply.

To: Tomu-kun

Of course! :) Go back to sleep, sweet dreams.❤

Placing your phone on the table, you continued your work. Measuring the ingredients properly as well as making sure you were doing it all right. You wanted to make the fudgiest brownies that you can, your mom had given you a few tips earlier on how to make them properly, it's all up to you on how you'll execute them.

Once everything was done, you place them in the oven then set the timer and started cleaning up the mess you made.

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"Tomu-kun! Good morning!" you wave at your boyfriend standing near the gates waiting for you, already dressed in his practice clothes. His tracks pants and jacket keeping him warm from the cold wind. He opened his arms wide for you, wrapping them around your much smaller form when you basically ran into them.

"A very good morning indeed" he grinned at you, as he leaned down to capture your lips into a kiss. Pulling you closer to his body, sharing his warmth with you when he felt you shiver.

Giggling, you pulled away from the kiss as you gave him the gift bag you were holding. "Here, this is for you"

"What's this?" he examined the light purple colored bag, his other hand supporting the bottom because of how heavy it was.

“Your gift of course” you beamed, motioning for him to open it.

Excited, he opened the gift, peeking through the gap at the upper part of the bag. Inside he saw four items, all neatly arrange for it to fit the limited space. The first one was two pairs of brand new kneepads, the pair he’s currently using were already old and tattering. He didn’t have time to buy a new one because he was so busy, and your gift was the one he just needed.

The second item was a hand-knitted scarf of his favorite color, he lost his other one a few months ago when he was doing his laundry and he doesn’t know who took it. He suspects it was his roommate, he’s definitely going to use this later. the temperature’s been rather low lately.

The third one was a stuffed bear, wearing what seems to be a mini version of his volleyball uniform. He had given you a similar one but wearing a little dress for your own birthday, now that he had his own stuffy, the two of you now have matching plushies.

Last but not the least was four boxes filled with the fudgy brownies you baked last night. Sweet treats or sweets in general, were a great boost for him, he loses so much of his stored up energy whenever he’s practicing that he ends up becoming really sluggish by the end of it.  

He gives the ribbon a light tug before his eyes caught sight of a card on top.

Wishing you the happiest birthday! I love you to the moon and back, may you enjoy this day, and the more birthdays to come in the future. - xoxo (Y/n)

He felt his eyes start to water, a lump forming in his throat. The amount of happiness you have given him that morning was unmeasurable. No one had ever done something so special for him before, there was his family but they were different, this is you he was talking about. He’s very first girlfriend, the love of his life, and just looking at all the things you gave him once again just made him cry harder.

He’s so happy, he finds it hard to form the right words. So he chose to give you another hug instead, burying his face on your hair as he tries to keep down the sob leaving his lips.

“Oh Tsu” you rub your hand up and down his back in comfort, hugging him tighter.

“T-Thamk you, sho much. (Y/n)-chan” he said in between hiccups as a smile spread on your lips. Rocking him side to side, a quiet hum leaving your lips.

“Oh ho, look at this” you two broke apart from the hug, Goshiki furiously rubs his eyes on his sleeve as you take a peek from behind his tall figure to see his teammates walking over. “It’s the lovebirds!

“Happy birthday Tsutomu” they greeted, each one doing what they like best. Giving him head pats, ruffling his hair, a light punch on the shoulder, anything to show him their love and affection.

“Were you crying?” Shirabu raises an eyebrow at his puffy eyes, the redness still visible.

“N-no I didn’t” Goshiki replied, denying the second year’s words. But it was obvious that Shirabu didn’t believe him though, but chose to stay quiet.

“By the way Tsutomu, who greeted you first?” Tendou questioned as you and the redhead stared at him in expectation.

“(Y/n)-chan did” he smiled at the way you struck out your tongue at the middle blocker, a victorious ‘hah!” leaving your lips.

It was actually Ushijima who sent him the greeting first, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

“Oh! I need to go now” you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, checking your wristwatch. “I’ll see you later ‘Tomu-kun” giving him one last kiss, you wave them goodbye as you ran towards your dorm room. So you could leave the rest of your things before you go to class.

“Are you going to eat these by yourself?” he turned his head to look at his seniors to see them holding one of the boxes containing the brownies you gave him. He looks at his hands to notice that the bag he was holding earlier wasn’t there anymore.

When and how did they get it?

“It looks so delicious” Yamagata and Tendou were almost drooling at the sight of the dessert. Quickly, he snatches it away from them and hid it from their hungry gaze.

“No this is mine, (Y/n) baked it for me”

“Tsutomu, sharing is caring” he backs away from them shaking his head before he turned around and dash towards his own room. As the rest ran after him.

These brownies were made for him and he was going to eat it all until not a single crumb was left.

“Come back here!”

“No!”

Happy Birthday Tsutomu~

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a/n: did I just wrote the cheesiest and probably the most cliche fic ever? yes, yes I did. 

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #goshiki fluff #goshiki imagine #goshiki scenario #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #shiratorizawa

[seulserenity]

Under the moon - - Tiffany scenario pt 3

[a/n] sorry for the long wait and thank you to all the wonderful people who still read the stuff i spew out onto a digital page :) If you haven’t read the other two you should probably go read them, I’m not linking them so check my masterlist !!! Enjoy this installment kids and look out for the fourth and final part coming v soon.

Saturday morning you woke and rose from your bed, you groped around on the bedside table trying to find your wand and instead your hand knocked an empty mug. It clattered to the floor and with a resounding clink shattered. 

“What in merlin was that?” Jessica mumbled, her face burrowed in a pillow. 

“That was my favourite mug.” You said mournfully. 

“It’s too early for this I swear.” Another 6th year Slytherin commented as she was donning her gown. 

Waving your wand you cleaned up the mess of a mug, storing the fragments in the top drawer of your bedside table and you stepped towards your trunk from which you withdrew your Quidditch robes. Once you were fully dressed in your robes and only once you were dressed did Jessica begin to shuffle in her bed as she woke up. Unfortunately for Jessica though, you were an impatient friend and had no time for her lousiness so you dragged her limp form off the bed and stripped her of the covers. Lying on the now vacant bed was your Puffskein, he’d been missing for a while now but you hadn’t noticed it. The kerfuffle of Tiffany and Yuri filled all corners of your mind that you little friend Puffinstein (yes that was his name and no it was not an awful pun as Jessica declared) was all but forgotten. 

You swiped Puffinstein off of Jessica's bed and began to whisper sweet nothings and apologies for your negligence to him, he seemed to not care as he burrowed into your neck and settle down for a nap. You smiled, glad all was forgiven and began to head to the Great Hall for breakfast; Jessica glided behind you muttering how lucky Puffinstein was for being able to nap whenever wherever and you could only roll your eyes at her. 

“Do you ever shut up about sleeping?” 

“Why would I?”

“Tch, go join your girlfriend for breakfast I’m not in the mood to talk to you.” You spat back at her and before Jessica could even stutter a reply through her violent blushing and visible shock you had sauntered off. 

You knew inside you wouldn’t get far from the ice princess Ms Jung before she came to pester you and deny anything you told her about her Gryffindor fuck buddy but still that didn’t stop you from acting as if you could. On the next table over you could hear Taeyeon rustling through papers, presumably her revision sheets for the test later. Nerd.

Jessica's bowl clanked down next to you and she hiked her leg over the bench in a very unladylike fashion, as she stooped down to sit next to you she murmured in your ear

"Yuri Kwon, not my girlfriend, actually gave me some good intel that you might be interested in. Unless of course you still want to be a sarky bitch about everything."

You resisted for a precious few minutes, focusing rather on the grains of porridge as they swirled from the spoon in the wand movements you'd learnt.

"It's about Tiffany."

Your grip tightened around the glass as you brought it to your lips and gulped down the apple juice.

"She's-"

"What? She's what? I give up with your fucking games."

Jessica lowered her voice and conspirationally whispered "Someone told me she’s not doing so great these days - hardly speaks apparently, which I find hard to believe - and that she’d even been ditching her normal friends completely."

You flipped your bowl and the finger at Jessica before marching out of the Great Hall; behind Professor Snape could be heard yelling out punishments and threats to you but you continued on.

Marching all the way to the greenhouse.

*

Jessica remained in her seat and continued to pick at her breakfast as if nothing had ever happened. Students around soon realised they weren't getting any gossip anytime soon and focused back on their own lives, a small sigh released.

"tch Y/n always making a fuss of everything"

She gathered her robes and when she finished her bowl she stood up and left the hall in time with other students at her table. Together they all filed out and began to head off to prepare for another round of practices of Quidditch in their houses, Jessica had turned the corner only to hear a familiar nickname called out.

"Sica!"

She stopped in her tracks as if permitting the other to speak; instead though she was greeted with the sound of wooden soles tapping closer to her. Her former friendship group now surrounded her with their glares softened slightly. Taeyeon’s glance however remained accusatory, pupils tainted by betrayal and the kind of solemnity that stems from your best friend just upping and leaving.

Jessica bowed her head in shame slightly despite knowing it wasn’t her fault. Damn y/n for always getting her into these tight situations.

* 

“Humbleness and respect is best in these kind of situations. I believe Miss Y/L/N that you owe it to yourself and to the rascals with you to take this opportunity as a learning point. There will of course be disciplinary action, you are no exception, however see this as a warning for now and a punishment of a ban from the quidditch game will follow if I am to hear of any further trouble from yourself. Understood?” With a spin on her heels and a clap of her hands Professor McGonagall was thundering off, giving you little room to agree or disagree with her.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief and flurried off to the dorm to snatch your quidditch robes and get to practice before Madam Hooch had your head. Slytherin’s quidditch team was as notorious for its fouling as the 1473 Quidditch World Cup, some gryffindors even contested that Slytherin’s underhand techniques surpassed the 700 types of foul seen in said game - whether your teammates would ever concede was a different matter entirely.

Arriving at the stands breathless and mildly disheveled, you observed the final minutes of play for the Gryffindor practice session including their new upcoming ace Kang Seulgi, a somewhat wiry first year chaser with the speed and agility of Dragomir Gorgovitch. Her determination and concentration on the rather intense session showcased itself in her capability to keep up with the far older and more seasoned players on her team, not least spurred on as well by Bae Joohyun her doting fourth year mentor. A brief mental image of Tiffany in the stands with your scarf snugly wrapped around her crossed your mind and you physically shook your body to rid yourself of it, bewildered by such a thought you missed the clanking prescience of Jessica’s weighty shoes. Needless to say those vicious warlike shoes would be making a rather frequent appearance as Jessica’s second line of defence alongside the bludgers she hurdled at people - as she always maintained ‘being a beater means less crowd focus and more opportunity to gain advantage for the team’ and of course that advantage came entirely in the form of slytherin spirit fouling.

Madam Hooch whistled off the Gryffindors who grumbled but begrudgingly dragged their broomsticks with them to the changing rooms; now the proper play started and Captain Park Min-Young was quick to divvy up the teams and let loose the four balls into the pitch. The dodging and ballistic launching that succeeded truly exhausted you and the other members of your team and you wanted nothing more than to collapse under the blistering heat of the showers and then lumber across to your blissful four poster bed. Unfortunately for you a gaggle of girls stood unmoving in the changing room doorway and if there was anything you feared, it would be this sort of situation.

Jessica simply smirked and grabbing Yuri by the forearm headed off into the showers grumbling about how ‘unjust and frivolous’ the play was today - rich coming from her to be frank. Taeyeon’s reproachful glare began to irritate you and fire up your self conscious side again and you, unwilling to show any sign of vulnerability, soon looked away and tried to suavely say “So girls…..what brings you here? I’m guessing not the match play, even though- ”

“Of course not you jerk, it’s Tiffany.”

Taeyeon’s words, despite your best attempts to ignore it, stirred some strange emotion (most likely concern) within you; the facade dropped and you pulled the group to the side away from prying eyes. “What about her?”

“We assumed” Sunny began, “as any sane person would” Taeyeon interjected, “that you’d said something insensitive or hurtful and Tiff was just taking some quiet time to process everything and so we gave her space, except that she still hasn’t spoken and we’re beginning to think something seriously bad happened. She refuses to say anything or even write out an explanation….it would seem whoever did this to her really has a hold over her and you might just have been the last person we want to go to but Yuri claims you’re good at fixing these kind of things. So well, we’d really appreciate your help…when we track her down that is” Finishing her spiel Sunny briefly glanced down, in embarrassment you presumed, and as you were contemplating a response Taeyeon yet again cut in.

“Although we don’t need your help so no using this against us, clear?” Geez the midget could be scary when she wanted if you were honest.

Perhaps against your better judgement you promptly agreed, in fact definitely against your better judgement as you saw some of the girls within the group giggling at your eagerness. Jessica and Yuri, both seemingly now freshly showered (you refrained from commenting on this), sauntered over and almost immediately the gaggle were distracted by their new prey. Crude remarks (mostly from Sooyoung) and teasing comments were thrown towards the pair yet you still lingered on the thought that Tiffany hadn’t immediately told the girls it was you - scrap that, hadn’t told them at all. A strange feeling of warmth spread in your chest, quickly replaced by a heavy load of guilt. Now you felt obligated, not that you didn’t want to before, to un-silencio her (if you could at least) and so you snuck off in search of the library and however many books you could find on the topic of curses and how to undo them.

After a long long shower of course.

#snsd scenario #tiffany scenario #kpop scenarios #harry potter au #snsd #crossover #fanfic

[ezgithechaotic]

The Parent Trap | Chapter Two; you bring me home

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap,  dad!harry

series summary:  Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary: Y\N and Harry remember home.

author note: I have no idea how many times I’ve listened to Sweet Creature while I was writing this. And 187 notes for the first chapter?!?!? HOW? Thank you all so much for the support.

I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

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Moon was shining, and the sky was clear. The light summer breeze was gently caressing everything it touched. Either the white-painted house or the big garden didn't have any lighting, but the moon shining on the pool was enough to brighten the place. Roses surrounding the garden was nearly visible by the pool. That night was still. Y\N was lying on one of the lounge chairs with a glass of wine. Nate was next to her, lying on another chair. A song they didn't know was playing at the back, but neither of them attempted to change it.

Watching the moon, Y\N couldn't help but think about Harry. She remembered her days on the road with him. She remembered watching the moon silently as everyone slept, dancing under the rain, having secret dinners after concerts. She remembered how happy she had been before the world found out. Despite all the hate and heartbreak, Y\N never regretted being with him. She was young. Too young to be stupid enough give him everything she had. Too young to commit such love. Yet she didn't regret a bit. How could she? Harry was her first love, and she never thought she could love someone as much. She had been ready to spend her whole life with him. Now, the only thing she had was a photo of him, nothing more.

Y\N was used to heartbreak. But sometimes, at nights as quiet as these, thinking about it made it worse. It made her breath hitch at her throat, and her eyes fill with tears. She wondered what he was doing. Was Harry thinking about her, too? She was never going to learn. After everything happened, she would never have the courage to look him in the face and tell him she still loved him despite everything.

The tightness on her chest eased up when she heard the sweet and raspy voice of her son.

"Mom?" Y\N and Nate turned around and saw Edward rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping for a few hours, but it was clear that something troubled him. She put her glass down and made room for him. "Come and lay with me."

Edward didn't lose any time and paced to her mother. He put his head on Y\N's chest and listened to her steady heartbeat. Y\N gently stroked his hair. "Bad dream?"

Edward nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Would you like to talk about it?" He shook his head slowly. He just wanted to forget about it. "Can you tell me a story?"

The song at the back slowly changed, and she thought she could have a heart attack at any time. It had been a long time since she heard his voice. She felt tears in her eyes, her breath hitching, and tightness on her chest quickly came back. Nate looked at her with concerned eyes. And he whispered. "I can turn it off."

Y\N shook her head. "It's fine." Y\N tried to remember a good story to tell, but all she could think was Harry. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second. Edward was waiting patiently. "I used to get a lot of nightmares when I was pregnant with you," she said. Edward looked up. He had never heard her mother talking about her pregnancy before.

"Your father," Y\N's voice trembled. Harry's voice was filling the garden. Edward hugged her around the waist. "You don't have to, mom." Even though he was dying to know, Edward knew his mother never liked talking about his father. So, he wasn't going to push her. Y\N sweetly smiled at her son. "It's fine, baby." She whispered. It was more like she was trying to convince herself more than Edward. "I was so used to having someone beside me at nights, so, whenever we fight, I would get nightmares. I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. I would toss and turn around, drink tea, but nothing would work.

"But he would come to me, eventually. He would hug his arms around me as you do. I never had to tell him what was wrong. He would always understand. It was hard when we argue. It wasn't often, but when it happened, it would be harsh. We would apologize and forget about it. I guess it was our first fault, ignoring and not talking about our fights.  We would try to cover it up with sweet things. We would hug, and I would rest my head on his chest. And he would sing for me. I would fall asleep to his voice. I always thought he had the voice of an angel. It always felt like home. He always felt like home, like I was so protected nothing could hurt me.  It's funny how far it's now."

"Do you miss him?"

Y\N took a deep breath and smiled. "I do. But I'm not sure if it's him that I miss or the good times."  She closed her eyes and listened to him. She never dared to play and listen to one of his songs. His voice was thicker than she remembered, but it still gave her goosebumps. His words still had the same effect on her. Under the moon, she felt like he was there. Like she could hear the tremble in his voice.

There was a hole inside her, growing more and more every day. Sure she had her family, her friends, a house, and most importantly, her son. But she couldn't ignore the emptiness inside her. She was missing her home. The air she breathed felt so heavy that it was almost crushing her lungs. She was missing the times that Harry was her home.

Nate sat up and saw Edward's thoughtful look. He knew how hard it was for both of them. "Let's take you to bed, Eddy. You need to sleep, or you'll be late to camp tomorrow." Edward nodded his head and kissed Y\N. She smiled as they said good night to each other and watched him walk across the garden.

The moment they left the garden, she broke out a sob. Y\N closed a hand over her mouth so nobody would hear her cries. She was crushing under her feelings. She hadn't thought or talked about Harry for such a long time, yet the thought of him still made her vulnerable. Song slowly changed, but words still lingered at the back of her mind.

Sweet creature, sweet creature.

Wherever I go, you bring me home.

Harry woke up with a pain in his chest. He couldn't remember the dream he saw a minute ago. But the pain made him sure that it was no good. He sat up, holding the corner of the bed and trying to steady his breaths. Harry realized it was still early when he calmed down. The sun was slowly rising, but he figured he wouldn't be able to sleep again.

His girlfriend, Camille, was still sound asleep, not feeling a thing while he got up and made his way to his closet. Harry didn't have bad dreams often, and when he did, he didn't remember them. But the feeling it felt behind stayed with him for days. Whenever Benjamin had nightmares, Harry would have them too. He would knock on his door to wake his father, but Harry would be fully awake by the time he came to his door. The boy reminded him of Y\N. But, when Harry got dressed and peeked through his son's door, he found him peacefully asleep.  So, he couldn't help but wonder if it was Edward this time.

Harry wondered if he slept with Y\Nwhen he had bad dreams, as Benjamin did; if he ever asked his mother to keep the lights up. He wondered if Y\N ever had nightmares; if she was lonely. He knew how much she hated sleeping alone. Did she have someone beside her like him? If she did, did she ever think about Harry, or was she happy with the person beside her?

Was Harry happy with the person beside him?

Harry decided to take a walk when questions filled his mind. And being not able to answer those questions made him bothered. He wanted to grab his phone and reach out to everyone he could just to find out whether she was happy or not. He wanted to buy a plane ticket and fly to her house even though he didn't know where she lived.

When Harry came from his long walk around the neighborhood, everybody was awake, and from the smells that were coming from the kitchen, he figured that Katty was home. He made his way to the kitchen and found Benjamin glaring at Camille with his big green eyes.

"Good morning," Harry said, and Katty smiled at him.

"Good morning, boss."

Both Benjamin and Camille stayed silent as Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at them expectantly. "What happened?"

"I didn't know-"

"Camille is saying that-"

When they started to talk at the same time, Harry raised his one hand to stop them. Harry was a morning person. He liked going on a walk, having full breakfasts, and he generally had a good mood. But not that morning. His day had already started bad, and it was about to get worse.  He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Not at the same time, please."

Harry understood Benjamin's behavior. He was a child and wasn't a fan of Camille. But he couldn't figure out why Camille was acting like a child too. Before Camille could say anything, Benjamin started to talk.

"Camille said that you're not taking me to the camp." Harry frowned upon his son's word. "I am taking you to the camp."

"Then why I don't know about this?" Camille asked.

"I told you a week ago that I'm taking Ben to the camp. And while I'm there, I'll take care of a few businesses and come back."

Camille folded her arms on her chest and gave him a look. "How do you know he's going to behave, anyway?"

"Since when you're my mother?" Benjamin was giving her a pointy look, his elbows resting on the table. The whole room went silent for a moment.  She was looking like she could burst at any moment.

"Camille, can I talk to you outside?"

The moment Harry closed the kitchen door, which was opening to the garden, Camille puffed with rage.

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

"You know he doesn't like it when you meddle with these kinds of things."

"Oh, so you think he's right?" Harry took a deep breath. "I'm not saying the way he talks to you is okay, Camille. But you know he's not used to having a female around."

"Katty is always around."

"Katty is her nanny. It's not the same thing."

"We've been dating for months, Harry. He should've got used to it by now."

"You can't wait for him to be understanding towards everything, he's just a child."

"He's ten, Harry. Don't you think he could understand if he wanted to?"

"What are you trying to say, Camille?"

"I'm saying it's not my fault that his mother abandoned him. He doesn't have to be bitter about it."

Harry could feel his blood boiling inside his veins. Camille didn't know everything about Y\N’s and his relationship. But it didn't give her the right to talk about Harry's past relationship that way and make him angry.

"I think you should go." He was angry and didn’t want to break her heart. It had been so late by the time Camille realized what she said. Harry was frustrated. "Haz, I'm sorry-"

"I told you I don't like it when you call me like that."

I don't like it when you call like that because that's what Y\N used to call me.

"Honey, I was just not thinking. Please, let's talk."

"I'll call you when I'm back." Harry wasn't the type to get mad quickly. But when he got angry, the best choice was leaving him alone. Camille understood that, so she left.

Harry's morning really became worse. Now, the only thing he could think was Y\N and Camille's words. Was Benjamin thinking like that too? Was he assuming that his mother abandoned him?

If only, he could tell everything. He wanted to tell him everything about his mother. Tell him that she would never abandon him. Tell him how great she was, how brave she was. Tell him that everything was his fault.

If only he had the courage.

Harry had been trying to run away from the thought of Y\N for a long time. For a moment there, he really thought he managed to forget her. But looking back now, he had never forgotten her. Harry had been hiding from everything for so long it made his heart crush. He gulped and closed his eyes in an attempt not to cry. Every day was becoming harder than before. He couldn't figure out what he felt anymore. The only thing he knew was that he needed a break. He needed a break from thinking.

"Did you guys break up?" Benjamin asked with hope. "You're almost going to make me believe that you care," Harry answered sarcastically.

"She seemed guilty," Katty said, not trying to cover her happiness. They truly despised Camille.

"It's fine." Is it Harry? "I'm going to talk to her when I'm back."

Benjamin wanted his father to be happy. He really did. But there was something about Camille he didn't like and couldn't explain. Although Harry seemed thoughtful at breakfast, Benjamin somehow knew it wasn't about Camille. So, he didn't ask. But when his father kept sulking through the flight and car ride, he couldn't help it. While Harry handed Benjamin his bags, Benjamin gave his father a skeptical look.

"Are you still thinking about Camille?" He asked. "Not that I'm a fan, but I'm sure you guys will be alright."

Harry didn't even think about Camille until Benjamin mentioned her. He smiled. "I'm okay, buddy." He looked up and eyed the big gate. "Don't forget-"

", to behave. I know, dad." Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You told that like million times already."

As Harry hugged his son, he felt warm. "Just being a dad, don't mind me." Benjamin laughed at him while he hugged back. They had never stayed apart for more than a week. So, Harry was concerned. Not being at his side and not being able to protect him was scary.

"Take care, okay? I'll see you in a month." Benjamin waved while he raced to the camp. "Don't miss me so much!"

As Y\N dropped Edward off, she wasn't concerned. She trusted Zayn with her life, and Zayn knew how important Edward was to her. So, he would never talk about the camp without checking if it was safe or not.

"Make some friends, will you?" Edward rolled his eyes as his mother smiled. "Buy me a computer, will you?" Y\N laughed with joy and ruffled her son's hair. She hugged him as long as she could.

"Promise me that you will be careful."

"Mom, can you stop worrying?" Y\N looked at him for a moment and brushed his hair from his face. "Have fun."

Benjamin finally took his bag and walked through the door with a smile. Y\N felt her heart flutter, a warm feeling hugging her and filling her emptiness. It had been a long time she felt that so she never questioned. She only watched his son walking to a new phase.

Neither Harry nor Y\N remembered last time they felt like this. It felt like home. It was strange to feel so safe and sound at such a place, but they didn't look around or observe the people around them. As they stood at the opposite doors of the camp, watching their sons, the only thing they could think was home.

TAGLIST: @yllwtaxi​ @meredithhuntt​​

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #one direction imagine #the parent trap au #harry styles the parent trap au

[msiopao]

11 O’Clock

a/n: this is a stand alone oneshot that was requested in honor of the 100 milestone event and i must say, i’m really feeling the aesthetic of the song this request is related to. it’s a songfic from Subside by Eloise and i listened to the song while i wrote this ;) Thanks for requesting and enjoy this imagine!!

pairing: jaehyun (nct) x college!reader

summary: you still can’t believe you were lucky enough to have the heart of a boy named jaehyun

.....

It must’ve been a few hours since the rain started getting harder.

With the clock ticking peacefully on the wall, the longer hand almost reached ‘12’ to signify the arrival of 11 o’clock. The space of your apartment was filled with the low volume of some song from your record player that tempted you to sleep but the boy in your thoughts prevented you from doing so. To others, they were already snuggled in the covers on the bed with sleep on their way to pick them up to dreamland while to some, like her, were staying up for their beloved to come home so they could catch their own personal train together.

The sound of something being inserted in your door unconsciously placed a smile on your face as you continued to sip on the now-cold coffee. Nonetheless, the heat from the fireplace was still enough to keep you warm despite the chill liquid in your cup but there was still something missing. 

That warm feeling of home.

Jaehyun stepped into the apartment and placed his shoes neatly by the door before walking down the small hallway that eventually led to the living room, where you were situated on the sofa with a blanket around your shoulders. He appeared in your peripheral vision and there it was.

That ridiculous warm feeling of home.

Your home.

Heat ignites in your chest as his soft dark brown orbs meet your own, creating a rush through your veins and happiness and comfort at the sight of him just being there in your presence. Your eyes ran through every wrinkle to every eye bag as they were visible from the lack of makeup to hide the imperfections that were nothing but that. It was obvious he was tired, worn out form the hours of dance practice for the upcoming comeback, but he was still the same sunshine you’ve grown accustomed to.

The sun god, Helios.

And he was exactly that. 

A god.

With exceptional beauty that rivaled his birthday mate, Eros, he was truly so beautiful that you always get so baffled and overwhelmed by the beauty one man had. So you took every opportunity to engrave the face of Jeong Jaehyun, your own god.

And he loved you, a mere mortal.

  If you could, you would’ve stared at each other, happiness swirling in your eyes, for eternity. But it was cut short in a span of seconds.

“Hey,” he whispered with a grin.

“Hi,” you replied with a smile of your own. “You must’ve had a hard day. You hungry?”

Jaehyun shook his head, “Nah, already ate. But I’ll get some water.”

You nodded and went back to drinking your own drink but still took glances of your boyfriend from the kitchen since the living room was connected to the kitchen. His now blue hair was illuminated by the fridge light and you giggled when he was startled by the brightness and backed his face away, scrunching it up in the process.

“how was practice?” you asked.

“Donghyuck almost sprained that damn ankle again. I keep telling him to be careful and take it slow but I think he doesn’t want to fall behind.” There was a hint of irritation in his voice but you were sure it was because he cared for the younger and despite the accident being a while ago, he still feared for it to happen again.

“He’s a hard-worker, Jae. Dongie wants to be the best and he will stop at nothing to improve but he’s become cautious now. I trust him, don’t you?” 

Being Johnny’s friend and Jaehyun’s girlfriend meant you were instinctually the Dreamies mother-figure as you dropped by to check up on them when you go and visit Jaehyun during practice. 

“Yea, I trust him but you can never be too cautious, you know?” Jaehyun still rummaged through the fridge and you continued to watch his face being illuminated and then, those thoughts began to re-surface.

The thoughts of being so lucky.

The thoughts of being so grateful.

Originally, you were a friend of Johnny’s who visited him in Korea from Chicago when he was still a rookie. Naturally, he introduced you to his group and you were so confused at the amount of handsome that little room had as it was more than you’ve ever seen in an entire city. Despite the handsome faces, you were immediately drawn to the boy with the honey-colored hair and the smile with the dimples.

Now thinking you were desperate and an embarrassment, you nagged at Johnny to help you be friends with this boy, ‘Jaehyun’, and when he finally let you two be acquainted, you were ashamed to be admit of how shallow you were.

Sure, you were going to be honest that his face was initially what drew you to him but now, you would’ve preferred his personality over that. Yes, his appearance still counted but only by 10% as the rest was made up of the traits and quirks he has like his dorky moments or the way he sometimes hogs the blanket all to himself.

That was why you loved Jeong Jaehyun so much.

Another wave of realization made you place the cup on the coffee table and stand up to walk over to the kitchen where Jaehyun was leaning on the counter, finally drinking his water. Your soft footsteps with your socks padded on the floor and his eyes watched you as you got closer to him, eventually stopping in front of Jaehyun.

“Hey baby,” he smiled and you returned with a grin, hands cupping his face. The eyes you loved so much were scrunched into tiny moon crescents and you moved your fingers to the back of his neck where they felt the baby hairs at the base of his neck.

By instinct, Jaehyun’s hands gently put the bottle on the counter and held your waist, exactly to the spot where they frequented. His fingertips found solace in the curves and you both knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.

He pulled you to the middle of the kitchen where he swayed you both to the sound of the music, still unknown and unfamiliar to your ears. But that didn’t matter because you were listening to your own music, one that was so familiar to you as it was the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

His heartbeat.

Your head remains snuggled on his chest, on top of where his heart was, while his chin was rested on yours, eyes closed to the feeling of your hands running through his hair. The movement of simple swaying made all the stress and tension in his body and mind disappear as if they weren’t even there in the first place.

“you don’t have to always stay up, you know?” he mumbled, slightly drunk to the euphoric atmosphere.

“but it becomes worth it if we get to do this,” you replied.

it wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. In all honesty, you are now struggling with sleeping alone because you were accustomed to having the warmth of your lover by your side to help you sleep. whenever he had to stay in the dorm, your room was filled with sounds of tossing and turning as your brain refused to turn off and you felt more energized in that moment than you did the whole day.

but you weren’t going to tell him that because of how easily Jaehyun got concerned about topics like that, especially since it affected your health.

“don’t you have morning classes tomorrow?” that question made you sigh but you puffed your cheeks in denial.

“that doesn’t matter. sleep is for the weak.”

He moved his head away from yours and used a finger to raise your chin so you could meet his eyes. But he giggled when you looked to the side and the adorable way your lips shaped into a pout while your cheeks reminded him of marshmallows.

“let’s go to bed, darling.”

....

it didn’t take much for him to convince you to lay under the covers but all he wanted was for you to be snuggled next to him as you rested your head on his chest and watch the way you rose up and down to his breathing.

with leftover adrenaline from practice, jaehyun wasn’t able to sleep either so that left the two of you just laying there in silence with his fingers running through your hair, not talking, just listening to the soft taps on the window from the raindrops.

however, you feel a lingering stare at you and you look up to be met with his coffee-colored eyes, staring at you dazedly. the attention made heat rush through your body as your heart starts to beat faster and you get flustered because he’s unashamedly staring at you and you felt so small under that loving gaze.

you quickly turn away from his gaze and ask, “what?”

that adorable smile that could only belong to Jeong Jaehyun returned but this time, his eyes were visible to show the increased amount of pure happiness that could easily be seen even in the Moon.

He smiles, dimples and all, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

Even though they’ve exchanged their words of love so many times, more than a dozen a day, it still never fails to give her goosebumps and when she looks up to meet his eyes once again, the rapid beating of her heart significantly decreases and slowly matches itself to the beating of his own.

....

“every time your eyes meet mine, i come alive my heart subsides”

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 imagine #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 scenario #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun scenario #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x reader #nct x reader #jung jaehyun x reader #nct 127 x reader

[cloud9in]

Hazel

Summary: Ava decides that in order to win Hazel’s heart, she’d serenade her outside of her window...in the middle of a snowstorm

Pairing: Ava x Mc (Hazel) (based on the song Hazel by Lloyd) (I recommend listening to it)

Warnings: NONE, just a lot of fluff...and some angst?

Word Count: 2.4k

Permanent Taglist: @samanthadalton @satrinadia I’m also gonna tag some Ava stans: @kamilahsayeet2063 @dopeyouth 

The soles of Ava’s boots softly sink into the powder like snow that had begun plating the ground a few hours ago. It was now midnight. The moon sparkled brightly even through the flurry of snow that poured from the sky. Ava brushes off the thin layer of snowflakes that coated her face, and puffs out a breath of air. She knew that she probably resembled an apple, but that wasn’t the most important thing to think about in the moment.

 The cheerleader stood below Hazel’s window with a black and silver Sony boombox that she borrowed from Mack. Ava had made a mental note to thank her best friend's sister properly, after (hopefully) succeeding with her plan. To be fair, Mackenzie didn’t take it too well when Ava first came to her with the idea.

  ~

 “Why do you want my boombox? There's plenty of ones available for whatever you have planned, which is what by the way?” 

Ava visibly stiffens, her fingers curling into the hem of her plaid skirt as she spoke, “Well...there’s this movie that Hazel and I used to watch...”. Mackenzie rolls her eyes dramatically as she flops onto her bed, “Oh that movie...hm what was it again.” The blue-haired girl strokes her chin thoughtfully before speaking, “oh right ‘Say Anything’.”

 Ava glances at her with a look of surprise, her fingers slowly loosening the hold on her skirt. Mackenzie takes it as a sign to elaborate, “it’s practically all Hazel talks about, she’s drilled it into my brain at this point and now here you are bringing it up again. Can I ever catch a break?” She visibly huffs with a hand over her heart before shooting Ava a wink. An awkward silence sits in the room for a moment until Mackenzie sits up in thought, her eyebrows knitting together before speaking, “I thought you two weren’t on speaking terms?” 

 Ava frowns at her words and turns her head to look down the hall at Hazel’s closed door. “Well...yes we aren’t. But I want to apologize to her in a way that is meaningful for the both of us. I think that...this is the perfect way.” The brunette displays a hopeful grin on her face as she looks in Mackenzie’s direction.

 “...You do know that the whole ‘puppy eyes and please look at my charming smile’ thing does not work on me right? I am not my sister”, Mackenzie deadpans.

 “Huh, so it does work on Hazel”, Ava smiles to herself silently as she makes a plan to tease her best friend about it.

  “As a matter of fact...Hazel seems to drop everything and run to you whenever you use that damn look..”. Mackenzie tilts her head to the side and gives Ava a weird look. 

The brunette tries not to fidget in front of the girl. Mack didn’t know of Ava’s attraction to her big sister, and she wanted to keep it that way for now. Ava didn’t want to picture what Mackenzie’s shovel talk would consist of...the girl could be unpredictable.

 “What happened between you guys anyway?”

 Ava moves her gaze down to the floor, contemplating her answer. She couldn’t tell Mackenzie what really happened after the ski trip...

  But the truth is that Hazel and Ava had gotten closer, sharing their first kiss in her car. The cheerleader had dropped her off that night after practice and before she could stop herself, Hazel was pulled back into the car by her arm, and their lips locked. It felt so perfect...Ava never felt that way when kissing Bayla. Her heart sped up every time she caught a glimpse of the girl's pink hair in the halls. There were moments where Ava had to walk away so she wouldn’t make the mistake of tangling her fingers in Hazel’s hair, burying her perfect lips with her own. The only thing stopping her was Bayla. 

Even after the kiss, Ava couldn’t make the decision to fully leave her girlfriend, not until Hazel was sure she knew what she wanted as well. The brunette refused to ruin her own relationship in fear of her best friend picking someone else in the end. 

The two shared glances occasionally but neither one has spoken to each other after a huge argument one day in the locker room. All of those bottled up emotions had spilled in that moment, but it only left a rift too big to seal up with a simple “I’m sorry”. It seems like the best option would be to sit down and talk it all out, but what teenager is capable of such civility? 

Ava breathes out quietly as her mind starts to cloud with thoughts. Why am I still with her? Hazel is the one I want.... No, need. She couldn’t get neither Hazel nor Bayla out of her head. Is this the way her best friend feels about Mason and Noah? 

 She blinks back to reality after a moment and looks up to see Mackenzie staring at her expectantly. “Um...well it's just some school and girlfriend drama”, Ava says nonchalantly, hoping to convince the blue-haired girl otherwise. It's clear that Mack doesn’t fully believe her, but she drops the topic and walks towards her closet, pulling out the shiny new boombox. She hands it over to Ava but not before staring directly into her eyes, “You break my baby and we’re going to have a problem Lawrence.” The brunette gapes at her for a split second and then nods her head carefully. 

Yeah she definitely didn’t want to hear that shovel talk now.

 ~

 Ava smiles at the little memory as she dusts more snowflakes from her face. She looks up at the grey sky and shields her eyes from the falling snow. The light flurry was beginning to accelerate into a storm and the many layers Ava had on wouldn’t be able to protect her for much longer. She had to get a move on, it was now or never. 

Funny that out of any time of the day, Ava had picked during a snowstorm to confess her love to Hazel. Was it love? Ava knew deep down that she was crazy in love with the girl but didn’t want to scare her away. So instead of saying “I love you, be my girlfriend”, the cheerleader decided that bringing a boombox and blasting an old school love song while serenading Hazel from below her window, in a soon to be blizzard... would be the best idea ever. 

She positioned the boombox onto her shoulders before reaching up to hit the play button, a deep yet melodious beat encompassing the air as the singer hummed sweet words 

I'm beginnin' to see

The more we hang together

Baby girl, I like you

'Cause you're better

Ava’s arms shook intensely but it wasn’t because of the weight of the box. A surge of nervousness had fluttered in her stomach and seeped its way into her bones. Is this stupid? Is she even awake? Will she be angry that I woke her up? The brunette had started to doubt her actions as she stood there.  There was no hint of a silhouette behind the transparent curtains in Hazel’s room, and Ava had almost switched the song off until the lights turned on.

 ~

 Hazel had settled under her thick blankets for the night, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. The fight she had with Ava constantly replayed in her head, but not nearly as much as the kiss did. Hazel still felt the brunette’s lips on hers, the tingling sensation seemed to never go away. She lightly touched her lips and closed her eyes, reliving every touch and feeling Ava had caused that night. Her heart started to beat rapidly, and it was the only thing she could hear before a sudden commotion invaded her thoughts...

 Hey Hazel

I like you

Can't see myself without you

My sweet Hazel

'Cause I think I'm in love (I'm in love)

Hazel’s eyes shot open as she sat up abruptly. Was that my name? She thought to herself as she peered towards the window. Down below she could see a figure standing but the blowing snow made it hard to make out who it was. Hazel steadily slipped out of her covers, immediately wrapping her arms around her abdomen for warmth. She cautiously slipped below the window and squinted her eyes to see the intruder, but to no avail. She couldn’t see who it was, which meant that turning on her bedroom lights was the only option. Hazel sighed to herself before flipping the switch up and creeping back to her spot. What the hell am I doing? She thought again, deciding to stand up and face the man who sang her name shamelessly.

 Except it was no man.

 ...It was Ava

 Hazel does a double take as her jaw drops open at the sight below her. Ava holds a boombox above her head as Lloyd sings his heart out. When the brunette notices Hazel, a gorgeous smile appears on her face, eyes twinkling with delight. They looked like snowflakes themselves and Hazel felt as if she was in trance.

 Ava began to sing along, her voice belting out in the most incredible way possible, as the snow shined heavily behind her. It was the most stunning thing Hazel had ever witnessed.

Can't see myself without you

My sweet Hazel

Girl, I think I'm in love (I'm in love)

She hums the background vocals while never breaking eye contact with the girl above her. It was sensual and Hazel felt her face flood with heat as she covered her mouth. Ava puts the boombox down and points her fingers up at Hazel as she continues the song, whispering her name 

...Hazel

 Hazel...

Lloyd’s vocals croon in the background as the two girls just stare at each other. Ava didn’t fight the urge and allowed herself to sink into the deep pools of honey that were home to Hazel’s face. The light in her room added an extra sparkle to her eyes as she laughed with joy. Hazel was relieved that her dark complexion couldn’t reveal a deep redness that only Ava could cause. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, the cold didn’t bite at her skin anymore. Excitement runs through her veins as she dashes out of her bedroom, down the stairs, out through the front door, and right into Ava’s arms. The cheerleader yelps in surprise as she steadies her hold on Hazel, holding her up midair. She giggles into Hazel’s neck as they hug each other tightly. 

 “Couldn’t resist me eh?”

 Hazel laughs, swatting playfully at Ava’s padded shoulder. She leans in for another hug, enveloping herself in all of the warmth that the brunette provided, despite the chilly air. After a minute of just holding each other, Ava reluctantly pulls away and cups Hazel’s cheek, turning her head to look down at her. “Hazel...I’m really sorry. For everything.”

 The giggles and laughter are put on pause as Ava sets her down. Hazel doesn’t let go of the brunette no matter how much her brain protests to step back. She couldn’t. This is what she desperately craved for ever since she lost her best friend. Now that Ava was back in her arms, Hazel held on tightly, like she feared that history would repeat itself if she let go. This time would be different, this time they were going to talk it out. 

 “Listen Hazel I-”

 She doesn’t let Ava continue, putting a finger against her mouth to shush her.

 “We can talk about it tomorrow..”. Hazel gestures to the white snow blanketing around them, “When we’re not in the middle of a snow storm”, she claims. 

 Ava looks around with her and nods her head in agreement, a small smile playing at her lips. Tomorrow they’d solve this problem, but for now,  Hazel is going to enjoy every last bit of this experience. So many ideas flooded her mind, maybe she’d throw a bunch of snowballs at Ava, or push her into the snow. Maybe she’d just hold her hand and let the snow plummet and build around them.

My sweet Hazel

Girl, I think I'm in love (I'm in love)

She gazes into Ava’s eyes lovingly, pulling her flush against her smaller frame. Hazel watches as small snowflakes trickle down onto the brunette’s rosy cheeks, and leans in to kiss every individual freckle that painted her face. Ava pulls back after a good five kisses and chuckles down at the girl, “you know if you keep that up, we’ll be standing here all night.” 

 Hazel sways gently in her arms, a cheeky smile invading her dark features, “and who says that wasn’t my plan all along…?”

 Ava giggles and swiftly picks up Hazel once more, this time spinning her around in the snowfall. They’re bodies were drenched with the white coating, but they didn’t mind it. Hazel looked up into the sky as she screamed with happiness.

Girl I think I’m in love

I’m in love

I’m in love

Ava peered up at her best friend, the smile on her face looked like a million dollars. She pulls her down into a searing kiss that completely shuts out the blizzard around them. As soon as their lips connected, Ava felt like all was right in the world. She could taste the sweet cherry chapstick that Hazel always wore. God it was even better than last time. 

She gently sucks on Hazel’s lower lip, watching her every gasp and the way her nose scrunches up when she squeezes her eyes shut. God she is so perfect.

 They both eventually pulled back for air, the heat between them seemingly growing hotter and hotter. If they never stopped, the whole neighborhood would be melted of snow. 

 “You know you are my whole world Hazel…” 

 “Just shut up and spin me around again”

The two girls howl with laughter as they collide together in the storm.

...From out of her window, Mackenzie shouts down “KNEW IT!!!”, her fist pumping in the air.

 ...Noah sits on his motorcycle in the storm and watches them kiss, an ache growing in his heart. 

 ...Mason turns back in the direction he came from, refusing to witness the scene before him. The flowers he once held in his hand, now laid peacefully under the blanket of snow.

 ...and Ava’s phone that's lodged into the snow lights up for the third time: 3 missed calls from Bayla.

It rings one more time before going silent.

I’m in love

I’m in love

I’m in love

#playchoices #my two first loves #ava lawrence #ava x mc #If you want to be added on to my perm taglist just let me know #or any specific w|w ship #just a whole lotta fluff #well..maybe not in the beginning heh