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Thus With a Kiss I Die

This is my gift for @subtlyimpulsive as part of the @iwaoiexchange

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!!

Rating: M (For curse words only) 

Words: 7000+ 

“Okay, everyone, take a seat!!” Yachi shouts over the crowd, her voice and smile wavers but still just as bright as her little blonde bob.  

Oikawa hops onto the stage, leaning his elbows on his knees. A man stands next to Yachi, one Oikawa knows as the president of the LGBT Club. He thought of joining the club once but wasn’t sure how drastically he wanted to state he was gay, even if not everyone in the club is gay, the stigma still lives, and that what he hates.  

The theater club gathers around Yachi, some hopping on to the stage like Oikawa, others taking up the floor. Once everyone’s settled and the chatter that spills from everyone’s lips evaporates Yachi begins.

“It’s time to announce the decision of our next play.” The club cheers, whoops and hollers echoing in the theater.

“In conjunction with the… the… um… the LGBT club, we will be putting on a production of a modern day Romeo and Juliet, or as some would like to call it Romeo and Julius.” Yachi turns her head to the other president and with a small smile, as he nods his head.

“Casting…um…” Yachi fumbles over her words as she flips through her clip board.

“Casting will be set for next Thursday so bring your best smiles.” Yachi clutches the ends of her clipboard with a laugh that shakes just a bit as she dismisses the crowd and the chatter begins up again.

“Are you going to try out for the part of Romeo, Oikawa?”

“Are they even going to be keeping the original names? Cause like it’s a modern version isn’t it?” He leans towards the girl, her blue eyes covered by her smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” She shrugs her shoulder then jumps from the stage, running in the direction of her friends.

“See you Thursday Oikawa,” She calls with a wave as she leaves and he waves back, taking the script from the stack set next to him. Romeo…

The Club clears out, leaving only Oikawa and Yachi sitting on opposite sides of the stage. Oikawa leafs through the script, looking at the lines for Romeo. He hadn’t considered Romeo. When they said it, he instinctively wanted to be Julius, and the image of Romeo played by…

“Oikawa,” Yachi calls to him. He lifts his head, his thoughts lost to the wind.

“I think I’ve messed up, I was looking through the character count we need and how many we have and we’re short one person.” Oikawa sits up and looks down at Yachi’s notepad as she shows him.

“I can’t tell the LGBT president no after we all already agreed. That would be horrific!” She brushes her bangs behind her ears, her lips scrunching up in frustration, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of her notes .

“Maybe we could ask any of the LGBT Members?” Oikawa proposes but Yachi shakes her head.

“They’re already participating these numbers include them.” She says and sits down in front of him. Oikawa brushes back his bangs.   

“What if I told you I could find someone.” It’s a stupid idea, he’d never go for it.

“Really?” Yachi’s eyes brighten and Oikawa’s about to respond when-

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi leans against the door frame, his bag slung over his shoulder ready to leave.

“I’ll tell you later,” He whispers, jumping off the stage.  

“Coming Iwa-chan!” Yachi stands as Oikawa leaves waving from the stage.

“I’ll text you later Yachi, I’ll try to convince them to come Thursday, okay?”

“Thank you!” Yachi shouts after him as Oikawa walks through the door.

Now he just has to convince him to be the Romeo to his Julius. Oikawa’s heart pounds as Iwaizumi flashes him a small smile as they leave. This was a terrible idea.

“Shit,” He whispers it under his breath.

“Huh?” Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, his green eyes fixed on Oikawa’s.

“Oh, nothing.” Oikawa shakes his head, this won’t be easy.

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anonymous asked:

i would love nurseydex fines

your wish is my command! this is titled fines but not really fines. for some reason, this got WAYYY out of hand, i promise i didn’t plan it this way. also i am not doing these prompts in any sort of order i am so sorry lmao

you can now find an extented version of this on ao3 because i got carried away

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Liar

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You and Min Yoongi had something special, you were sure of it. At least, that’s what you thought before you learnt what he was actually doing all those nights he had to “work late”.

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A/N - I’m sorry.

You met Min Yoongi when you were just an innocent high school girl, you were a good and studious pupil, while he was rebellious and tough. Despite your differences you had been drawn to each other in a way neither of you could understand, but you just let it be. From the time you were sixteen years old you never even dreamed of being with anyone else apart from your surprisingly sweet boyfriend with ever changing hair.

Little did you know, he didn’t feel the same way.

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20 Reasons Why Ziva David Is Alive

This is the list I mentioned earlier of 20 reasons I have of why I firmly believe Ziva is alive. This does get lengthy and some of you may completely disagree what I’ve said but please stick with me through it!

  1. Ziva David has been taken hostage, escaped Somalia, been close to death countless times and is a trained assassin that can catch things thrown at her in her sleep. No way would Ziva die in her sleep while her home with her daughter in it burned.
  2. We know that Ziva was in contact with Orli and by extension Mossad. Mossad knew she was a target from Jacob Scott trying to locate her because let’s face it, there is nothing that they don’t know plus she’s the daughter of a previous Mossad director. If Orli was as close to Ziva as she said she was Ziva would have known she was a target before Kort ever knew himself.
  3. The thing about Tali sleeping in a separate wing of the farm house. Tali is a young infant so why would Ziva sleep so far away from her daughter? It makes no sense.
  4. Tali was meant to have been ‘pulled’ from the rubble and yet there she was 24 hours (or so) later with not a scratch on her. Even if her bedroom wasn’t harmed in the fire she still would have been treated for smoke inhalation especially being a child her age. 
  5. How does a child that small survive mortar fire when her grown mother doesn’t? Ducky himself said that the house was reduced to nothing so even if Tali was in a different wing, nothing was safe from the blaze.
  6. THERE WAS NO BODY! Not once did they ever show us physical evidence that Ziva’s body was found in that house.Maybe I’ve been watching NCIS for too long but I firmly believe ‘no body, no proof’.
  7. Orli didn’t answer Tony’s question when he asked her if Mossad were sure it was Ziva. She made no attempt to emphasise that they had indeed found Ziva, infact she didn’t seem that convinced herself. Orli herself isn’t exactly known for being truthful and neither is Mossad.
  8. Tali’s bag was packed as if Ziva knew that their daughter would be with Tony soon, not just a casual everyday baby bag with essentials. Why would her daughter’s favourite toy be put into it unless Tali and the bag were being moved elsewhere because she knew her house was in danger of being destroyed?
  9. THE PARIS PHOTO IN THE BAG! That photo was framed and looked pretty damn big to be a photo that is constantly carried around in Tali’s everyday baby bag. Maybe a small photo of Tali’s Abba yes, but a framed photo of the two of them together from an intimate time they shared together? No way. That photo was placed there for a reason.
  10. The photo itself, a photo of Paris. Paris was a significant moment in the relationship of Ziva and Tony, a place with memories of specific places and times. Not just a photo of Tony but of the two of them abroad in a city where the places they went are known only to them. Clearly that photo had hidden meanings.
  11. Ziva has used photos before in order to give Tony hints to her location. Remember her last two episodes with the photo of her as a child leading back to Eli’s house? Ziva would never be as stupid as to leave a clear message with her location because how could she know that the threat on her life (and by extension Tali’s) had been neutralised? She left clues that only Tony would understand.
  12. Ziva’s scarf in the bag was last seen when Ziva was on the run. ANOTHER SIGN!
  13. If that bag was in the house and pulled out the rubble, whether in the main part or the random wing where Tali supposedly was, that bag would be covered in soot and ash and not packed neatly with Ziva’s scent still on the scarf! It was all too neat and organised so everything would be found by Tony and Senior too.
  14. GIBBS’S FREAKING INDIFFERENCE TOWARDS ZIVA DYING! This pissed me off so much at first because Ziva was his daughter, his Ziver and he acted like her dying meant nothing to him but then I realised that Gibbs knows Ziva. He knows how strong and smart she is. He doesn’t believe she’s dead otherwise he never would have acted like that. Gibbs was majorly OOC but I believe there was a reason for that.
  15. The constant referring to Ziva in the present tense! I get that people going through grief maybe would do this but the things that were said were too significant.
  16. “We have a daughter, me and Ziva”
  17. “Ziva loves Paris”
  18. “You gotta believe what you gotta believe” - This was so signficant because everyone believes she’s dead except those closest to her and know her.
  19. Also, Tony is taking Tali to ‘find answers’. He addresses the fact that a body was never recovered, there is no evidence to prove she died in that blaze. Tony recognised the subtle meanings of the scarf (Israel) and of the photo (Paris) and is following them because that’s where Ziva will be.
  20. Gary Glasberg told us to watch the episode carefully hinting at hidden meanings and if these aren’t hidden meanings then I don’t know what is. And lastly, GG the man who single handedly sent the fandom into meltdown by letting everyone think that our ninja was killed in that fire has all but confirmed that she is infact alive. Keep in mind that this guy is known for his random plotlines and contradictions.

Sorry for the length and ramblings but I will never stop believing our Israeli ninja assassin is alive and well and waiting on Tony and Tali finding her. Because this is Ziva, who would know if she was a target and knows how to handle herself.

Concerned - Cedric Diggory Imagine

Written by @cedricsrosycheeks

Warnings: Insomnia/Seizure/Mention of parent death

I sighed as I stared at the ceiling of the Ravenclaw girls dormitories. This was the fifth night in a row that I’ve struggled with falling asleep. It was currently 4:15 a.m. I surveyed the room and my tired eyes drifted over the picture my parents had taken of Cedric and I at the beginning of the year. We were both laughing in the picture and his gray eyes twinkled as he looked at me. I was happy then. My brown skin glowing in the afternoon sun. I was blushing at something he said. I smiled at the picture and felt tears welling in my eyes.

Flashback

It had been a lazy Saturday morning at Hogwarts. Very few students had gathered in the Great Hall for their usual breakfast. I sat at the Hufflepuff table with Cedric and his friends laughing about the time we played each other at Quidditch. It was an intense game already lasting five hours. Ravenclaw leading with 850 points and Hufflepuff falling slightly behind with 730 points. Cedric and I had been searching for the Snitch when a bludger came out of nowhere and knocked me in the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I let out a startled cry and fell forty feet to the ground with a cacophonous crash. I remembered waking up in the hospital wing two weeks later. Cedric sitting beside me. His brown hair tousled, eyes low and puffy. His perfect nose was pink as were his cheeks. He sat with his elbows on his knees hands covering his face. His school bag was placed by his feet. And a stack of books were placed neatly beside him. The curtains were drawn around my bed, shutting out the rest of the room. All around me were flowers and chocolates. What seemed like thousands of get well soon cards and balloons were placed beside the flowers. I gave a weak smile and turned my attention on Cedric. His eyes filled with tears and still low and he hadn’t noticed I was awake.  I slowly sat myself up in the comfortable twin bed. The movement startled Cedric. He looked up and grinned, tears gleaming in his kind eyes.

“Thank Merlin, Y/N! I thought I lost you.” His hands gently cupped my cheeks and I grinned at the contact.

“What happened Ced? How long was I out?” I inquired. He sat back down wiping tears from my eyes I hadn’t noticed had formed. He grasped my hand and looked me deep in the eyes. My Y/E/C eyes flicked to his and back to our intertwined hands. I squeezed his back and met his eyes again, locking contact.

“We were playing Quidditch. You and I were side by side reaching for the Snitch. And out of nowhere a bludger hit you in the head.” He stated.

I reached up feeling the shrinking lump on my skull.

He sighed. “You fell off your broom, and you hit the ground so hard you were knocked out for two weeks.”

I sat up fully straight now. My curly Y/H/C hair falling into my eyes. I looked at my lap and smiled. Cedric moved the stray strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

“ How long have you been up here?” I asked, referring to the hospital wing. He blushed slightly and chuckled.

“Everyday after class and before dinner I stop by and wait. Today was my lucky day I guess. Praise Merlin you’re okay.” He smiled brightly and licked his plump lips.

My eyes flicked to his lips and I blushed. My brown skin turning light pink. I cleared my throat.

“Who brought all these gifts?” I asked looking around at all of the treats and flowers. Cedric laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well,” he began. His lips curving into a grin. “Potter and his friends stopped by immediately after the accident. Harry brought you a whole basket of chocolate frogs. You know he has a crush on you right?” He paused locking eyes with me once more. I blushed.

“Yes, I know. He’s sweet, that Potter. His heart is in the right place.” I spoke quietly trying to hide my grin.

Cedric continued, “All of the professors stopped by to bring flowers. Dumbledore brought Sugar Quills. And the Weasley Twins brought you something, I would be cautious opening it though. Never know what those two have up their sleeves.” He chuckled.

“And the flowers?” I questioned raising my eyebrows at the abundance of lillies and roses. Cedric smiled at his lap.

“Well, the lilies are from me. And the roses. Malfoy brought.”

 My eyesbrows raised higher. “Malfoy? He cares about me? Since when?” I was shell shocked. Sure Draco never spoke down at me but he always sneered when I walked into the room.

Cedric licked his lips. “ He’s actually an alright lad. He sat with me for awhile and talked. He truly was concerned about your health. You scared us all being out for so long.” He finished as Madame Pompfrey entered.

She gasped and clutched her hands together in excitement. “ Oh thanks Merlin Y/N! You have finally woken up. I was worried you’d slipped into a coma dear.” Her features morphed into a look of pure joy as she saw Cedric holding my hand.

“This boy is a keeper Mrs. Y/L/N. He’s been up here everyday. ” She smiled at the two of us.

“A few times he fell asleep waiting for you to wake up. It’s so nice to see a boy so in love.” She sighed.

Cedric and I laughed as we talked about the old days. The conversation about the accident died down as owls flew in, dropping off packages and letters to the few students left at breakfast. Cedric erupted into laughter as we heard a Howler tell off Neville Longbottom.  My owl, Zeus, dropped a letter off at my lap. I stared at it curiously. The letter was addressed from my cousin Peter.

Dearest Y/N,

I know I have not contacted you in a long time. I have been quite busy studying here in Egypt. Listen,  I want you to know that you are loved. I know that what you are about to read will be most difficult to believe but, alas, it is undeniably true.

In recent times, my work brought me to London. I stopped off at your house to visit your parents. When I arrived I found the house in clutter and the atmosphere was chillingly silent. Y/N, your parents were murdered. I found them dead in the  fireplace room. I don’t know what happened. An investigation will take place. My heart is with you. Please write back Y/N. I love you and I’m here for you.

With Love.

Peter.

After that I felt my eyes well and over flow with tears. Cedric turned to me and put his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his chest. I passed him the letter and turned into his firm chest. I cried silently as he read the letter again. His face fell toward the end of the letter and his eyes welled with tears. He set the letter down and hugged me tighter.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m here for you. I understand what you are going through and I want to help you. I love you Y/N.” His soft fingers tipped my chin up and my watery eyes met his.

“I need you to let me help you, love. Will you let me in?” He spoke softly. I shook my head yes, not trusting my voice.

Cedric kept his word and stayed by my side ever since. Every morning he would wait outside the common room for me. We would walk to class together and he made sure I ate enough at meal times.

I had opened up to him about my parents and he had listened, holding me when I cried and smiling when I rembered something about them. Cedric made things easier. After a month I was back to normal. Smiling genuinely again and laughing whole heartedly. I still thought about my parents but I knew they would never want me to sit around and sulk. So I didn’t.

I properly thanked Malfoy for the flowers and he and I became friends. Harry and I had began to study Potions together in the library every Saturday morning. He was a kind boy. His eyes were gentle. We bonded after I told him about my parents. He blushed furiously when I had mentioned the chocolate frogs. Life was better with the new friends I made. But recently I’ve had trouble sleeping and I couldn’t stomach any more than a few bites of food. I was puzzled because I felt that I was normal again.

End Flashback

*Back to the earlier scene in the Ravenclaw dormitories.*

So here I lay, eyes burning as tears rolled down my cheeks at the memories. I smiled despite crying, looking away from the picture of me and Cedric I sighed.

I willed myself to stand up and I sleepily sauntered into the attached bathroom. My right hand felt around the corner for the light switch. I peered into the mirror and sighed at my appearance. My face was pale and my eyes were decorated with dark bags. My frame had shrunk since last week. I rubbed my groggy eyes and reached for my toothbrush.

My hand circled my teeth and lightly massaged my gums. I gazed into my eyes once more. They were eerily dim and the once vibrant Y/E/C was replaced with a darker shade of the previous color. I spit out the toothpaste and swished mouthwash around for a few seconds. I spat into the sink and washed my face with a peach scrub Cedric had bought me in Hogsmeade. Its aroma filled my nose and I sighed happily.

Once I had rinsed my face and patted it dry, I looked normal again. I smiled at my now beaming reflection as my brown skin glowed in the bathroom light. I heard my roommates stirring  so I hurried up and bewitched my hair to look neat. My Y/H/C curls were displayed neatly and looked perfect. Despite my recent sleep pattern. I looked healthy and happy.

I stepped out to see Luna stretching, her hair in disarray. I glanced at the muggle clock I had found last year. It read 6:15 a.m.

“Good morning Y/N.” Luna said sleepily. I smiled in her direction.

“Morning Luna! Did you sleep well.” I asked. Turning towards my bureau and searching for my Ravenclaw robes.

“Yes, actually. What about you?”  Her doe eyes looked me over and she smiled. I laughed and shook me head.

“Not very well but I feel great.” I laughed. Our conversation ended and I dressed in my normal school wearing. I put on my white button up shirt and slid my deep blue socks on. I pulled my black skirt up past my knees and fastened my shoelaces. I slipped the silky robes over my shoulders and fixed the Ravenclaw crest. I equipped my wand and grabbed my school bag. Glancing at the clock before leaving.

6:25 a.m.

I met Cedric outside the door of the Ravenclaw common room and smiled at his face. He was so handsome standing there with his hands in his pockets. His cheeks already colored slightly pink. Cedric’s hair was tamed and his eyes were gleaming.

His eyes traveled up my body and then met my face. He pulled me in for a hug and held out his arm.

“Good morning Y/N. You’re looking as lovely as ever.” He stated as we began walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. I blushed and smiled at the ground.

“Ced, you are so kind. How have you been lately?” I asked peering into his grey orbs.

He smiled at the ground and sighed. “I’ve been really happy lately. I’m finally getting good marks in Potions!” He grinned.

Cedric reached over and ruffled my hair.

“Hey! Watch the hair Diggory!” I teased. He smiled in return and we walked through the doors of the Great Hall.

I sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The trio smiled at me as I took my place next to Harry. He blushed when I set my hand beside his and pumpkin juice dropped down his chin. Ron laughed and Hermione giggled at Harry’s nervous state.

I grabbed a napkin and dappled his chin. He smiled at me with his kind blue eyes.

“Thanks Y/N, I’m sorry about that.” Harry said as I wiped his face.

“Oh it’s quite alright. Sorry for sneaking up on you.” I said piling food on my plate.

Breakfast was lovely and I could actually stomach my food. I walked to class with Harry and waved at Malfoy in the hall.  Harry seemed puzzled by this.

“Since when are you and Malfoy friends?” He questioned, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.  I turned to him and smiled.

“He brought me flowers when I was in the hospital wing. He’s not very cold toward me.” I replied simply turning into the Potions classroom.

Harry and I took our seats next to each other in the front of the classroom. We made small talk as we waited for class to begin. I couldn’t help the pang of hurt as I saw Cedric and Cho walk in. She’s been crushing on him lately and he hasn’t turned her down yet. I’ve always liked Cedric more than a friend but I never told him in fear of our friendship being ruined.

Harry noticed me staring and asked me what’s wrong.

“Y/N, are you okay dear? You zoned out for a minute.” Concern laced his voice.

I shook my head and blinked a few times. I shrugged and reached for my quill. “I’m alright, just a little tired. I guess I zoned a bit. ” I replied setting up my notes.

Harry shrugged and did the same. The class filled and Snape marched in, his robes flying behind him dramatically. He surveyed the room and turned towards the board. Cedric and Cho sat behind me. All through class I heard her giggling and felt my anger slowly rise with each laugh.

“Today, we will be brewing a calming potion. It should turn a shade of light blue or lilac. The more blue, the better.” Snape stated. Harry and I agreed to be partners for the day and we got to work after turning to the correct page.

“Could you pass me the Lavender and the Unicorn tears please?” I heard Harry ask. I looked up and met his eyes. I blanked for a moment until he placed his hand on my shoulder. I blinked a few times and shook my head.

“Sorry Harry, here.” I cautiously passed the ingredients to him and he poured them into our shared couldron.  I stirred clockwise until the potion turned a shade of electric blue. I smiled at our work as Snape made his round about the classroom.

He stopped at Harry and I’s desk and I could have sworn I saw him smile.

“Excellent job you too. This potion is perfect. Absolutely textbook example.” He said glancing between us two. He turned to leave but stopped. He glanced over his shoulder and spoke.

“Twenty points each to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.”

Harry and I smiled widely. I hugged him. He was startled but wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes for a moment and wish it had been Cedric hugging me.

“Amazing job Y/N. I could never do this without you helping me study. I think we make a good team.” He smiled.

I looked at him and returned the gesture. “We make an outstanding team!” I corrected.

Harry and I walked to our next classes together and I found myself getting lost in thought. I kept think about Cedric and his perfect lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad my body craves it. I pushed the feelings I had for him away and tried to focus on Harry’s story. We sat silently through class and took  our notes. After classes came lunch.

I sat at my own house table but I didn’t touch my food. I wasn’t hungry and I didn’t want to upset my stomach. I felt weird all throughout dinner. My head burned and I felt slightly shaky. I shook it off and thought I just needed some rest.

After dinner I walked with Cedric to our last class. He kept glancing at me worry painted on his structured face.

“What is it Ced? You keep looking at me.” I asked as we walked the long halls of Hogwarts.

“I’m worried about you Y/N. You didn’t eat at lunch and your eyes are starting to wander. You look flushed. Are you feeling alright?” He rambled. I shook my head yes.

“Just a little warm. I need some rest. I haven’t slept in a few days.” I revealed. He gasped slightly.

“How long have you gone without sleep Y/N?” He inquired suspiciously.

“Five days.” I stated. Voice quiet as not wanting to be heard by passing students. His eyes widened.

“Five days! Y/N Y/L/N that’s not healthy! Have you talked to Madame Pompfry?” He asked. I shook my head no as we entered our last class of the day. Defense Against the Dark Arts. I took my seat in the far left back as usual and Cedric trailed behind me.

“I’m okay Ced. I know it’s not healthy. I’ve tried drinking tea and playing soft music. It’s not working. My minds been all over place and at night I think about my parents. I’ll talk to Pompfrey tonight if I can’t sleep. Deal?” I proposed setting my books aside and getting my quill and wand ready.

He smiled and looked at me, his eyes gleaming. His smile wasn’t happy and I knew he was still worried.  He shook his head yes and began to get ready for class. We arrived ten minutes early so I was talking with Cedric waiting for Professor Lupin to walk in.

Draco Malfoy took his seat behind me and tapped my right shoulder with his slender fingers. I turned to him and smiled. His smile faded when he noticed my face.

“Godric! Y/N. Are you alright dear? Your face is paler than mine.” He said. His eyebrows knitted together and he looked me up and down.

I reached for my forehead and felt a cold sweat starting to form. My head however was burning. I shrugged.

“Oh no, I’m okay. Starting to fever I suppose.” I shook it off and met his blue gray eyes.

“Alright. Take care of yourself Y/N I hate seeing you in the hospital wing.” Concern dripped from his voice as it has Cedric’s. I smiled at him and turned towards the class.

Lupin droned on for half an hour about the Unforgivable Curses. I had felt myself start to sweat harder as the lesson progressed. I got so warm I had taken off my robe and sat in my button up and skirt. Cedric noticed and kept asking me if I was alright. I assured him I was fine.

My body however was starting to act strange. I was shaking all over and my left leg would oddly jerk.  I had a killer headache and I felt detached from my own body.

I shook violently and I felt everyone’s eyes turn on me. Cedric grabbed my hand and his eyes searched mine.

“Y/N! Are okay love?” He asked.

I couldn’t respond and my hand flew to my temple. I was sweating hard. I shook my head yes and tried to focus on the lesson. I reached for my notes but I fell out of my chair. My whole body shook violently and my eyes went blank. I gasped for air and tried to look around but I couldn’t see passed the tears in my eyes. I panic as I heard screams fill the classroom. Lupin stopped teaching and his face appeared above mine. Draco grabbed my other hand and him and Cedric tried to hold me still. The whole class was staring at me now.

Harry had rushed towards me but couldn’t get passed the crowd.

“Make some space! Move everyone! She’s having a seizure! Move!” Lupin yelled at the students. Everyone’s shocked faces stayed on me as they backed up.

Cedric was crying and he tried to hold my hand. My body convulsed and I was no longer in control. The last thing I heard was Cedric and Draco yelling. I felt myself being lifted up. Then everything went black.

A few hours later I woke up in the hospital wing. Draco, Harry, Cedric, Hermione, Ron, and Luna stared back at me. All at once their faces flushed with relief. I smiled at them.

“Oh thank Merlin!” Malfoy said. He sat beside me and grabbed my hand.

“How are you feeling Y/N?” Cedric asked. I looked up to him and shrugged.

“Alright I guess. What happened?” I asked sitting up and smiling at Draco.

Everyone became silent. I gave Harry a quizzical look. His blue eyes were slightly watery but he was smiling at me. Draco stood and gave him the seat next to me. Harry sat and grabbed my hand that Draco had been holding.

“Y/N, you had a seizure. Your whole body was going into convolutions. You were totally unresponsive. Are you okay, Love?” Harry tipped my chin up to meet his eyes.

“I’m alright Harry. I just haven’t slept in a while. I need to be more careful.” I blushed embarrassed that I was gaining so much attention. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll let you speak with Cedric. Please take better care of yourself Love. We all care for you and I hate coming to see you like this.” Harry said. He squeezed my hand one last time before turning and leaving with Ron, Hermione, and Luna all behind him. They all said goodbye and left.

Draco sat next to Cedric, closest to me on the right side of the bed. I looked up at him.

“Here, drink this.” He passed me a glass of ice water and I gratefully took a sip. Draco grabbed my right hand and looked me in the eyes.

“Now I know we aren’t the best of friends but Potter’s right. We all care for you Y/N. I was so afraid when you fell that you would never wake up. I never cried as hard as I did today. You scared us all Y/N. Get well soon love. Please talk to me if you need help falling asleep. I’ll do whatever you need love. Take care. I must go now honey. We all love you Y/N Y/L/N. Never scare us again okay?” He smiled his eyes were watery and I felt myself tear up also.

“Thank you Draco. I love you and I will watch myself better. I’m sorry for this. I just wasn’t thinking straight. Take care, I’ll see you in a minute.” I smiled at him. Draco leaned down and kissed my cheek. His lips lingered a little longer and then he turned with a final wave.

I turned to Cedric. He smiled at me. Then he dropped his head and I saw tears fall. I heard him whimper and my heart shattered. I sat up and scooted to the end of the bed and faced him. My delicate fingers tipped up his chin. His eyes refused to meet mine tears spilling over every few seconds.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m okay. I’ll eat more tonight and I’ll ask Pompfrey for some sleeping potion, okay? Ced. Ced please look at me Love.” I pleaded.

His grey orbs met mine. His face was flushed. I wiped his tears away gently and sighed.

“I love you Cedric.” I confessed.

“I love you too Y/N.” he replied softly.

“No Ced, you don’t understand. I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I’ve spent the last nights thinking about you and I just can’t fight it anymore. I know you love Cho. She loves you too. I knew I didn’t have a chance with you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m sorry if this is weird. I understand if you don’t feel the same way. Just tell me so I can get over you.” I rambled. His eyes looked deep into mine.

“Y/N I-I don’t like Cho. Sure she’s pretty but I love you. All these years I kept quiet. I was going to say something tonight but I wasn’t brave enough.

I smiled. His tears were dried now and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. I laughed and pulled him into a hug.

"I’ve been so concerned lately Y/N I knew something was up I just couldn’t quite tell. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” he confessed.

We stayed in each other’s arms for a while saying nothing. Until he lifted my chin. He leaned close to me and I could feel his breath against my face. I smiled and he pressed his lips on mine. It felt perfect. I melted into his body and my hands reached for his hair. The kiss lasted a few seconds then we broke away.

“Was that okay?” Cedric asked.

“It was perfect Ced.” I kissed him again and this time I didn’t want to separate.

After this I knew things would be different. If my parents could see me now I’m sure they would be smiling.

Caught in a Lie pt.5

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part seven |

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word Count: 2,797

Plot: Park Jimin is a rich man and you just happen to be his maid. But a maid isn’t what he’s really looking for. (Based off of Lie)

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

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Diarmuid and Gráinne

Travelling through Ireland, you will see beautiful stone shapes called dolmens. A Dolmen is two massive, long tables of limestone. Over them as a kind of shelter is placed another giant cap stone. In the Celtic tradition these were known as  ‘Leaba Dhiarmada agus Gráinne’, i.e. the bed of Diarmuid and Gráinne. The legend tell that Gráinne was to marry Fionn, chief of the Fianna, the old Celtic warriors. She fell in love with Diarmuid. The two of them eloped and the Fianna chased them all over Ireland. They were cared for by the animals and received advice from wise people. They were told, for instance, not to spend more than two nights in any one place. It was said that when they rested at night, Diarmuid put up the Dolmen as a shelter  for his lover. The actual archeological evidence shows that these were burial places. The legend is more interesting and resonant. It is a lovely image of the helplessness which sometimes accompanies love. When you fall in love, common sense, rationality and your normal serious, reserved and respectable persona dissolve.You become revitalized. Where there is no passion, your soul is either asleep or absent. When your passion awakens, your soul becomes young and free and dances again. In this old Celtic legend, we see the power of love and the energy of passion.

John O’Donohue  -  “Anam Cara”

Joe Sugg - He comes home from Tour

For the past three weeks your boyfriend of 18 months had been on tour with his best friend and fellow YouTuber Caspar Lee as they had brought out their second movie - ‘Joe&Caspar Hit the Road: America’ and due to popular demand they had gone on yet another tour around the UK. Although you were proud of everything Joe was doing and his success it didn’t make the lonely cold nights in the large bed you usually shared any less hard but you wouldn’t tell Joe how you really felt because he was the type of boyfriend that would do anything to make you happy which meant turning down opportunities, amazing opportunities that are something he shouldn’t miss just because of you.

Joe and Caspar’s last stop was Manchester so it should take him a couple of hours to get home but when you wake up after a night of tossing and turning you notice he had sent you a SnapChat at 8am which meant he was awake much earlier than expected of his last day on tour. Some people saw going on Tour like Joe and Caspar was easy but with the hectic days of meeting so many people and radio interviews along with much more really took it out of people, you had experienced it with Joe every time he had gotten back from tour he would paint a smile on his face but when he fell into bed he would sleep for hours on end especially if he had been to another country with the jetlag but luckily this time he was on home soil.

You had sent a simple reply about being excited to see him too but there was no reply, in your head you expected that Joe had woken up, taken the picture and then fell back asleep after sending it which was the most likely scenario because they were in no rush to get back home, their schedule for the next 3 days was completely clear to help recover from their travels.

You spend half an hour in bed, only getting up to brush your teeth and use the toilet before crawling back into bed, there was no point doing anything right now as you would just being waiting for Joe to come home so you might as well do it in ultimate comfort in the form of the bed. You barely move at all, just snuggling under the covers just going through social media where you had gained a large following for being ‘Joe’s Girlfriend’. At first you hated this title but you realised that it came with literally being Joe’s girlfriend so you would have to live with it.

Hearing the door open you do jump out of bed expecting that someone has broken into the flat, you pick up the first thing you see on top of the drawers that contained Joe’s clothes that has some weight to it. You creep silently through the flat until you reach the living room where you see Joe stood with two large duffel bags at the front door which is still open. At exactly the same time like it was rehearsed you both drop what you have in your hands,  the bags and the picture frame you picked up go crashing to the floor as you sprint full force to Joe who luckily manages to just about catch you as both of your body’s collide.

You both wrap your arms around each other with Joe supporting your bum to keep you against him so you don’t fall of as your legs have wrapped around his waist. Snuggling your face against the crook of Joe’s neck you can’t help but let a couple of stray tears fall from your eyes making Joe pull away from you slightly so he can see your face.

“No tears beautiful, I’m home now” he smirks before you force your body back against his again while whispering ‘How?’

“I wanted to see you as soon as possible, when I sent that SnapChat I had like 10 minutes to get ready and out of the hotel room to go to the airport in Manchester!” Joe says softly kicking the bags properly in the door and to the side in the living room, he then kicks the door shut with his foot while walking into the living room towards the picture frame.

“How ironic would have that been, if you killed me with the picture frame that I bought you for your birthday with the picture of us in it” Joe laughs while you slap his chest

“I thought someone had broken in… I didn’t even realise what I had picked up I just knew it could probably do some damage because of the weight of it, you got lucky this time Sugg” you say with a smile unable to help yourself hugging him again lie you are checking that he is really there

“Where are we going?” you say looking behind you as Joe leads you both through the flat

“To the bedroom future Mrs Sugg” Joe smirks with a wink