Summary : By all accounts, asking your childhood friend of many years, Baekhyun, to teach you how to give a …. is odd, however in the grand scheme of things, it’s better than learning with a stranger. - a rewrite of ‘teach me’ -
“Baek?” at the sound of your voice he peered up from his phone.
Unbeknownst to him, his
ears were about to hear the words that would’ve had him falling onto the
floor if it wasn’t for the fact that he was sat down on his bed.
Summary: “DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST. NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC. PLUS: BE HOT.” That was all the flyer had said along with a location. Eddie would usually never go to some random club to try out for a band full of people he didn’t know, but his therapist DID tell him to take some more risks.
Hey guys, back at it again with the shit.
“DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST.NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC.PLUS: BE HOT”
Eddie had pulled the flyer off a telephone post close to his apartment and now he stood outside some sketchy looking club. He didn’t normally do this kind of stuff, but his therapist told him to try out new things every once in a while. This might have been a little too far, he didn’t know these people, they could be murderers for all he knows.
He looked over the flyer again, this was definitely the address it had listed. He reached out his hand to open the door before changing his mind.
“Nope, nope. This was a bad idea. Bad idea.” He turned around to leave, but nearly tripped over his own feet trying to avoid an oncoming collision with whoever had been standing behind him.
“O-Oh god I’m so sorry!” He squeaked out.
“No problem.” There was a pause in the gentle voice. “Oh my god, did you see our flyer?!”
Eddie locked eyes with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She pushed fiery red hair from her vision, absolutely beaming at the shorter boy. Before he could answer she took his hand, shaking it.
“I’m Beverly!” She motioned to the guy who was standing next to her. “And this is our manager, Ben.”
He smiled and shook his hand as well. “I mostly sell CD’s and T-shirts..don’t let her fool you.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, babe! We would never get gigs if it wasn’t for you!”
Eddie pulled his hand away, wiping it on his pants instinctively. His face going red as the two stared at him.
“S-sorry…it’s uh..a germ thing I’m getting past..” Great. He just met these people and he was already embarrassing himself, or worse, insulting them.
They both just laughed before Ben pat him on the back. “It’s alright dude..”
The two led Eddie into the club which opened with a tight hallway, posters and writing splattering the walls. This was the kind of place Eddie’s mom had told him to stay away from. If she had seen him now she might have had an aneurysm.
“So I know the flyer was a little off-putting, Richie is like that.” Beverly continued on like he knew what she was talking about. “We have a show coming up and our bassist just up and ditched, can you believe that?!”
Eddie nodded as he tried to pay attention to what she was saying, trying to shake the claustrophobic feeling that was creeping up his neck. He couldn’t stop hearing his mother’s voice.
“What a filthy place! Get out of here Eddie-bear! Gross! Infested! Terrible!”
Eddie pushes the thoughts from his head as they make it into the main room. There was a bar set up to the right, and a seating area to the left. The space opened up in the middle, leading to the stage. The air was filled with tuning instruments and mic checks.
“Hey losers!” Beverly screamed so they could hear her. “We got somebody-!” She motioned like she was playing a bass and everyone’s faces lit up.
Soon Eddie was crowded by a group of people who had made their ways down the stage stairs, except for the dark-curly haired guy who had jumped with a large amount of enthusiasm.
Beverly started making a few mental notes. “Alright so you’ve met Ben..” She trailed off before deciding the order and continuing. “This is Stan, he plays the drums. Mike here plays keyboard and does some backup vocals. Bill here is our tech guy, he’s amazing. You’ve met me..and uh-“ She’s cut off by the last boy as he wraps an arm around Bev’s shoulders.
“Is this kid even old enough to be in here?” Richie looked him up and down, a smirk on his lips. “They serve alcohol at most of our shows you know.” Eddie wanted to punch the stupid look off his face.
“I’m sorry but can you fuck off? I don’t need some guy, who looks like he just fell out of a Hot Topic, condescending me…and yes, I am old enough to drink.” There was a pause and Eddie almost regretted the words that came out of his mouth, until everyone burst out into laughter. Including Richie.
“Alight alright, what’s your name again?” Richie moved to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders instead, leading him towards the stage.
“Great. Eddie, you seem great. But let’s see you play, huh?” The taller boy leapt up onto the stage. Damn that boy’s long legs. Eddie made his way up the stairs as Richie grabbed a guitar and readied his mic, the others getting into position.
“Just listen to us play a bit and see where your heart takes you, yeah?” Richie gave Eddie a wink and he hated how that made his chest tighten up a bit.
“So did you uh…bring your bass?” Mike rested his arms against his keyboard, lifting an eyebrow to the visibly nervous Eddie.
Eddie paused, then realization hit, he had been so nervous about even showing up that the thought of bringing his bass along hadn’t even occur to him.
“Holy shit are you serious?” Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as Eddie buried his face in his hands, trying his best to hide his beet red face. He was so embarrassed.
“La-Lay off Rich, the guy’s n-nervous..” Bill had come on stage like some sort of angel, holding out a red and white bass to Eddie. “H-Here. You can u-use this o-one.”
Eddie carefully took it unable to hide the look of sheer thankfulness he was showing Bill.
“Thank you so much…I kinda feel like crawling into a hole.” Bill chuckled before ruffling Eddie’s hair.
“You’ll b-b-be fine.” He gave Eddie two thumbs-up off before leaving the stage and sitting with Ben to watch.
“Alright, let’s get this bitch rollin’!” Richie yelled out before him and the others started to play.
Eddie was floored. He was expecting them to be good, but now he was much more nervous. Beverly’s voice was amazing, not that he was surprised, but he was shocked by one thing. That thing was Richie Tozier. He was so full of passion, his voice booming over all the instruments. Eddie couldn’t pay attention, he could only watch the sweat from Richie’s forehead drip down his face, hair bouncing as he jumped around. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him, he was beautiful. He shook his head when he realized that he was supposed to actually be playing something, oh god this was a terrible idea, he didn’t know what to play.
Just play something, anything! Don’t embarrass yourself…you should have stayed home
Eddie could feel hot tears starting to build in his eyes. So caught up in this own thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the lack of Richie’s voice, until he felt hands on his cheeks. Eddie’s vision cleared and he was face to face with the taller boy.
“You alright?!” Richie yelled over the band that was still playing.
“I..I don’t..” Eddie could feel the tears again.
“Don’t think too much, Ed’s! Just play what’s in here!” He gave a goofy grin and placed one of his hands over Eddie’s heart. “You got this!” He was gone again, taking his place back at the mic and starting to sing again. Eddie tried to shake the blush from his cheeks. Richie’s hands had been so warm that he had completely forgotten about the sweat. He sucked in a deep breath, taking in the growling voice that was booming through the speakers.
He started to play. It was shaky at first but he found his footing after a bit, starting to sway to the music. Eddie had played for most of his life, but only for his teachers and his mom. This was new and electrifying. When Bev started to sing solo Richie made his way over to Eddie, still playing. He nodded his head, that huge grin still wide on his face.
Once the song was over, Eddie was nearly out of breath. He wiped sweat from his forehead and rubbed it into his pants.
“Ed’s my boy! That was actually way fucking better then I expected!” Richie slung himself over Eddie’s back, he could feel the other man’s sweaty shirt sticking to his back. Why wasn’t he more grossed out by this situation? Why did he feel so tingly all over?
“Don’t call me that..and uh..thanks for..the help.” There was another blush creeping up his neck.
“Eddie!” The others rushed over and Bill carefully took the bass out of Beverly’s path as she tackled the boy into a hug. “That was awesome! You are so one of the Losers now!”
Eddie looked around at everyone. The tightness was back in his stomach, but it wasn’t anxiety. It was something he hadn’t really felt before. He nodded and everyone cheered, Richie and Mike lifting Eddie into the air as best they could, Stan trying his best to spot incase they dropped the poor guy who was protesting this very loudly.
“If I could turn back the time and make things different from the way it is now, would you be still here with me? Would it change everything?”
✧pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader ✧genre: angst + touch of smut ✧summary: the first time you had a conversation with jeon jungkook you were 15. the first time you heard him calling you by your name you were 16. the first time you realize you were in love with him you were 17. the first time you saw him crying you were 18 - because he wasn’t the golden boy, never been. indeed, he was in pain. ✧warnings: abusing relationship, alcohol, depression, violence, quick changes in behavior, cursing, blood, cheating, smoking, lots of angst (for the whole series) just dark themes ✧keep in mind: english is not my first language. I can, and I’ll make mistakes, but I’m trying my best! Feel free to correct me. ✧wordcount: 8.2k
Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 - Playlist: ♫highly recommended while reading.
I. The Analepsis;
You met Jeon Jungkook when you were 15.
He was the boy with the biggest amount of friends in high school. He was the boy who spent his entire lunch break on the basketball field. He was the boy who you would always glance at when he was near his locker, looking like an angel sent from above whilst doing nothing in particular. He was the boy that never went to detention because he was ‘the golden one’. He was the boy with a good voice, a boy that always sang to girls to get him out of trouble – sometimes even to teachers.
He was the boy with the loudest laugh, the prettiest one. He was the boy that made you silently laugh in your seat when he did something silly, forced you to laugh quietly because you never wanted him to see you like that. He was the boy all of the girls wanted, though he ended up with no one other than his one night stands. He was the boy that never done relationships, and you always thought that that was because he thought nobody was good enough for him - but the worst part of it was that you thought that too.
But he was also the boy who you never saw him cry, until that night. The milestone of your life.
The first time you saw Jeon Jungkook cry, you were 18.
It made you realize that you never knew him in the first place. You had never imagined the brown haired boy crying like a five-year-old in your arms. Never in your life had you imagined that the boy with the deep brown eyes - the eyes you realized had to bear everything once you saw them before they burst into tears.
It happened the night high school ended.
You had to attend the ceremony, not that you wanted to, but your parents insisted. They said that it was too important for your future to miss and that if you didn’t attend you’d be sorry. Sorry by the time you grew up into that beautiful and strong woman with a stable job that missed her high school years. You laughed it off. The only thing you were going to miss about this filthy place was, sadly, him.
Him - of all the people.
Him - without him being aware of your feelings for all of these years.
Bucky returns to normal life after being a part of Avengers team. One day, on the street of New York, he meets a young woman. He doesn’t know yet, that this meeting is gonna change everything he used to know.
Authors: Beast & Cass
The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth
of noisy, streets and alleys. He could hear the incessant honking of the
vehicles even before the sun rose. Impatient businessmen who had to get to the
office, mothers who had to leave their children at their schools, facing the
puzzling challenge of navigating through the crowd of parents and children;
even some of the teachers who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel or
two before their morning classes. After every person had reached their
respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if
humungous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark
and eerie caves.
Walking down the street, Bucky could smell
the fresh batch of sweet and spicy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.
To him, it was a clear sign of the city slowly waking up.
He anticipated to see what the new day would bring for him. Maybe a new reason
to run again. Maybe an accidental meeting with someone he used to know before.
Or maybe even hope…
Summary: A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.
Author’s Note: And so our story begins. Let me know what you think. :)
Elain loved dinner parties.
But preparing for them was stressful.
At first, it was only supposed to be her, Nesta, Feyre,
Feyre’s new boyfriend, and Azriel, who she invited to everything. But the guest
count quickly went from four to six, as Cassian was now joining them, and so
She felt nervous, inviting Lucien to such an intimate gathering,
but it had been brought up on their date the night before, and Elain felt rude
for not inviting him.
So, she did.
Now, it was four o’clock in the afternoon, and she was
rushing to get everything done by six. Azriel had promised to help, but he got
stuck in traffic on his way home from work and had still not come by.
So, that left Elain to rummage frantically through her
kitchen. So far, she had moved all of her finished designs into her bedroom,
and out of the living room, stacking the tubs from the floor to the ceiling. She’d
dusted, vacuumed, and filled a vase with freshly cut flowers from her teeny
balcony-garden. She hadn’t been spending too much time at home lately, but she
hadn’t realized how filthy the place had gotten in the last few weeks.
It didn’t help that she was a neat freak.
She spent the afternoon cleaning and scrubbing until the
place was shining and smelling like lavender, leaving Elain exhausted by the
time the clock struck four.
She’d just finished cutting up tomatoes for their pasta when
a soft knock came from outside the door, followed by Azriel calling her name.
Rushing to the door, Elain threw her hair up in a ponytail
before opening it to find Azriel….
His hair was a mess, and grease covered nearly every inch of
his body. His white tee had a hole in it, just beneath the collar, and his blue
jeans were stained with so many different things that Elain nearly went into
“Hey,” he smiled, sheepishly. “Sorry. I was going to take a
shower before I came, but our water isn’t working. Cass is calling the
landlord, but until then…..”
“Oh!” she moved aside, catching his drift. “Come in, come
in. Use mine. Take your time, I’m doing good.” No, you’re not. You’re stressed. Keep cooking. Move, Elain! “Besides.
Can’t have you coming to dinner looking like that.”
Azriel raised a knowing brow, a soft smile playing on his
lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t touch anything on my way to the bathroom.”
“Good,” she said, closing the door behind him. “Don’t take forever, though. I
need you to grill the chicken.”
“I am the grill master.”
“The grill master is getting a little too cocky.”
Azriel grinned as he kicked off his shoes, careful to keep
them on the welcome mat before strutting to the bathroom.
Elain could hear the water begin to run as she took the
chicken out of the fridge, and placed it on the counter, sprinkling a series of
seasonings on the breasts as she called for Siri to start playing her “Elain
needs to relax” playlist.
The timer went off, announcing that the garlic bread was
done in the oven. After taking it out of the oven, and cutting off a slice for
herself from the loaf, she wrapped it in foil and put it back in the oven, that
had been turned off, just to stay warm.
After devouring the bread, because cooking made her terribly
hungry, Elain went to make the sauce. The recipe was her mother’s creation, and
Elain loved making it every chance she had.
Cooking was a lost art. And Elain loved it. There were three
things that she had to do to feel fulfilled: design, garden, and cook.
Her first three loves.
A knock came from the door just as Elain poured all her
ingredients into the pot and began to let the sauce simmer on the stovetop.
She glanced at the clock – it was only 4:30.
But when she looked out the peephole, she saw Lucien
He knocked again as she fell back against the door. “Uh, one
He could probably barely hear her over the music blaring
through her Bluetooth speakers, but he replied with an okay nonetheless as she ran back into her bedroom.
She took her hair out of her ponytail and gave it a quick
run through with her fingers. He was early, way too early. Elain hadn’t even
had time to get ready. After tossing her tee-shirt onto the bed, and kicking
off her jeans, she quick picked out a sundress before grabbing her lipgloss off
She froze, mid-apply, as the smell of garlic radiated off
“One second!” she called again, over the music, as she threw
open the bathroom door.
You were standing by your mom as the two of you were washing the dishes quietly. Your mom glanced sideways at you before looking back at the plate she was scrubbing. You let out a sigh as you were drying off one of the newly cleaned plates. “You haven’t said anything yet.” You pointed out quietly.
Your mom paused before she put the plate down softly. She turned her body so she was facing you. You remained quiet as you felt her eyes scanning your body, as if she was trying to get a synopsis of you. Your mom shook her head as she turned back to the kitchen sink and grabbed the plate again. “You and Harry…you guys were so perfect.”
You nodded your head as you placed the dish to the side while you waited for her to hand you another clean one to dry. There was a moment of silence before your mother spoke up, “Did he cheat on you?”
You closed your eyes as you gripped the towel you were holding harder. “Mom, you know Harry’s not like that.” Your mom sighed as she agreed. “I know. I’m sorry to accuse. It’s just…if you and Harry didn’t make it, what hope is there for the rest of us?”
and though you might be gone
and the world may not know
still i see you celestial
The room was quiet. The only sounds were the occasion clicks and clanks as Harry was packing away his things out of your once shared apartment. You were sitting on the bed, your knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him. Harry looked at you before he looked back at the shirt he was folding.
“I wish you would take this apartment instead. It’s going to feel so big with just me living here.” You whispered quietly as your eyes wandered around the room. When you moved to London with Harry three years ago, he insisted that you guys would get a big apartment. He insisted to get an apartment that had three rooms even though it was only the two of you.
Harry’s mouth set in a straight line. Truth be told, he didn’t want to live in this apartment. It was too big and frankly, living here without you would be too much for his heart to handle. He didn’t want to live in a place where he would be constantly reminded of the memories the two of you shared. Harry walked over and took a seat next to you on the bed. “So have you told anyone yet?”
Your eyes were looking everywhere but at Harry’s. You were afraid that if you did, your tears would never stop falling. “Just my mom. She’s sad to see you go.”
Harry nodded his head as he played with his fingers on his lap. You added, “I’m sad to see you go.” Harry looked over at you quickly. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. “I’m sad to go too, Y/N.”
how come cars don’t slow
when it feels like the end of my world?
when i should but i can’t let you go?
Harry thanked the moving company he hired once more before they set off with his stuff. When he turned back to look at you, your tear filled eyes were staring at the ground. He let out a sigh before he pulled you into a hug. The two of you sobbed into each other’s arms for this was going to be the last time you guys would be able to hold each other.
Eventually, Harry’s car came to take him away from you. With one last hug and a “sorry” from the both of you, Harry was gone. You walked back to your apartment, each step feeling heavier and heavier. As soon as you closed the door, you walked into your bedroom and into your closet. You sat down on the floor and pulled out Harry’s sweatshirts. Your eyes filled as you brought it to your chest and gave it a hug. You tried so hard to make sure Harry didn’t take this with him. You made sure you hid it as best as you could. You needed this sweatshirt. You needed something to remind you of him. You needed this sweatshirt because it smelled like Harry and it was warm and it would be like hugging Harry again and again. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head before you wrapped your arms around yourself and began sobbing on the floor of what once used to be Harry’s and your shared closet.
there’s a light that you give me
when i’m in shadow
there’s a feeling within me, an everglow
Eventually more and more people started to find out that you and Harry were separated. They didn’t know the reason which meant more and more people were blowing up your phone, trying to get a sense of what went wrong. You groaned as you dug your face more into your pillow when you heard pounding on your door. You glanced at your phone to see that it was fucking 8:30 in the morning. When the pounding on the door just kept coming and even started to get louder and faster, you let out a scream.
You opened the door and saw one of your best friends. You rolled your eyes as she made your way into your apartment. “I can’t believe I had to find out about you and Harry from your mom! Why didn’t you tell me!” Y/F/N yelled as you walked over to the kitchen to start a brew of coffee. You shrugged your shoulders as you stared at the mug you pulled out of the cabinet.
Your friend sighed before she took a seat on the kitchen barstool. She watched your every move with sympathy in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Just…how are you doing?”
You glanced at your friend before you poured the coffee into the mug. “I’m sad.” you admitted. Your friend nodded before you continued, “I’ll always be sad. But…Harry and I thought it was the best. It was a hard decision but it was made. I love Harry. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him. He taught me so many things. Like…like he taught me how to love myself and that my feelings were valid. With just that reason alone, I’m always going to remain thankful for Harry.”
As you were saying all of this, trying to fool yourself that you were going to be okay, your friend reached over from across the counter. She placed her hand on top of yours. She whispered, “You don’t have to be brave Y/N. Not with me.”
You looked at your friend when suddenly you let out a sob. Your friend was quick to rush over to your side and wrap her arms around you. She held you tightly as you cried into her shoulder. “I miss him so much.”
what i wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Harry ran his hands through his hair as he looked at all of the boxes he needed to unpack. He let out a sigh as he got down on his knees and opened the box closest to him. It was a box filled with most of the things he kept in his music room: journals, music sheets, extra guitar picks. The next thing Harry pulled out was a picture frame. Harry didn’t have much decoration in his room. He liked keeping it simple so he could solely focus on the music. However, he did have one picture framed in his room. It was a picture of the two of you from Gemma’s wedding.
He framed it because it reminded him of the first time you told him you loved him.
The two of you were slow dancing on the dance floor. He noticed how quiet you were the entire evening. He thought it was because you were meeting all of his family members for the first time but he was dead wrong.
Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he was staring down at you. You were looking down at you feet as the two of you were swaying to the song playing through the speakers. Harry let out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”
You quickly looked up at Harry before he continued, “I know it’s hard meeting each other’s family. Maybe I should’ve waited and not do it at mu sister’s wedding. I just really wanted you here with me tonight.”
You shook your head, “No! I’m glad you invited me tonight. Really. I am.” Harry’s head cocked to the side, “Then what’s wrong?”
This time it was your turn to bite down on your bottom lip. Your eyes slowly met Harry’s. You let out a deep breath. “I love you, Harry.”
When you told Harry you loved him, he was the happiest he’s ever been. He remembers the air being punched out of him, he was so excited. He couldn’t contain his happiness when he admitted that he loved you too. The longer Harry stared at the picture frame, more tears started to well up in his eyes. He let out a scoff as he looked down at the two of you smiling at the camera, thinking everything was going to be okay.
Suddenly, Harry threw the frame against the wall. He let out a scream of anger and sadness. Harry’s eyes widened when he saw how the frame smashed into a million pieces. He was mad but he didn’t mean to break it because unlike you, Harry didn’t have something of yours to remember you by. He didn’t have a sweatshirt, he only had this picture frame. Harry quickly rushed to the smashed picture frame. As he stared at the broken pieces of glass he couldn’t help but think his heart was broken just like the frame.
so if you love someone, you should let them know
oh, the light that you left me will everglow
Using the spare key Harry gave her, Anne let herself into his apartment. She grimaced as she noticed how filthy the place was. She noticed how Harry still had his unpacked boxes scattered around the room. She definitely noticed the amount of empty beer bottles. Her heart broke into a million pieces. The last thing any mother wants for their child was them to be hurt, especially when they couldn’t do anything to take away the pain.
Anne made her way into Harry’s bedroom. She let out a small gasp at the scene before her. Harry was curled into a fetal position as he was sobbing quietly. “Oh my love” Anne said before she rushed over to Harry. She pulled Harry up to give him a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around his mother as he cried out in his sobs, “I miss her so much.”
thank you guys so much for the read! i grew up listening to coldplay and im actually seeing them next week so i got inspired to write this imagine. chris martin actually wrote this song about his divorce that he was going through so it’s a really sad and touching song. i hope i did it’s justice when writing this imagine. let me know what you guys thought!
The first words that rise above your cloudy thoughts find their answer immediately, eyes slowly opening as they grow accustomed to the colors, too bright, too vibrant. Almost resonating in your ears, the images twirl in seamless waves, gradually forming shapes and lines as you blink repeatedly.
The world unveils right in front of you, and even though the scenery feels familiar, there’s something outlandish about it, about the way the people walk and speak and laugh, as if the world that you used to hold between your fingers was snatched right out of your hands. You feel like an intruder, like a watcher of the humans that walk past you without giving you a second glance.
You suppose that in some way, you are a watcher. The memories you hold of the afterlife are faint and blurry, as if coming back to the human world made them break into tiny pieces, glimpses of unearthly shapes and colors. You still managed to hold onto some small remnants of the other world, words and fuzzy reflections forming in your mind as you try to recall the conversations you had with the ethereal beings, whose faces you’re unable to remember.
A/N: So this a continuation of the Therapy piece that I did for a challenge. I think there will be one more part after this. I had a super long day, so when I re-read this I was doubting myself a lot so rather than delete & rewrite I’m just gonna post it. I have nooo idea what’s going to happen in part 3 - ideas are always welcome! - forgive me, my brain hurts right now. Hope you enjoy it lovelies! I appreciate all your reblogs/comments/likes!
You felt as though the pendulum was knocking against each side of your skull. You rubbed your temples together trying to shake off the growing headache creeping up from the back of your neck. The stress from your awful morning passed into your evening, and you couldn’t bring yourself to maintain a proper conversation since your mind had other pressing matters that were distracting you.
You have been continuing your therapy with Negan. Each session would start the same, with the two of you silently studying one another for a few minutes until someone finally broke the ice.
Tom Riddle X Male!Hufflepuff!Reader warnings: sexual themes, smut yo, and mentions of mpreg he/him pronouns used for the reader **takes place around sixth/seventh year **probably a complete au b/c i am not going to address the plot of the books at all ___ requested by a very sweet anon!! tom isn’t as sadistic as i was going for when i started writing this fic, i hope you can forgive me!! .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.
and the ending is kind of rushed?? but like, i couldnt find a way i liked to end it so–
Nobody ever really understood when you got together. Nobody knew how or when it happened either. One day during your fourth year, everyone’s jaw dropped when you were caught giggling and holding hands with the deadly and feared Slytherin.
REQUEST: well, since you asked, I 100% would love to see patrick jealous over something minor. I feel like once he has an idea that someone is his, he latches onto the concept. so, I can totally imagine the reader talking to someone, perhaps he or she is being subtly flirtatious to that person. I picture Patrick noticing from the distance and not reacting well to it. He’s basically possessive and super jealous LOL.
I try not to think about it too much, but it really does bum me out that a lot of great artists that made FF content have either moved away from the fandom for vague reasons, or have just gotten super busy with life outside of this place.
I absolutely want them to be happy and comfortable wherever they are right now.