Teddy’s birth as seen by Lily, James and a very jealous Sirius
Sirius: I don’t like babies.
Lily: You almost died of happiness when you first held Harry. You even cried.
Sirius:*hissing* I did no such thing because I don’t like babies.
James:*grinning* Maybe it’s just this one baby Pads.
Sirius: Shut it, Prongs.
Lily: Another war baby, I hope his fate will be different.
James: It will be because this time the war will end, Lils.
Sirius: Tell me when it’s over.
James: You had begged to be there when Evans gave birth?
Sirius: I was young and stupid.
Lily: Aren’t you being a little bit too dramatic? You should be happy. It’s Remus for heaven’s sake.
Sirius:*sarcastically* I’m so happy that the love of my life is having a baby from my cousin’s daughter.
Lily: When you say it like that..
Sirius: *impatiently* Well, that’s how it is.
James:*excited* He is here and he looks like a handsome potato.
Lily: Oh this is weird.
Sirius: What is weird?
James: Let’s just say all those cousin marriages took it’s toll on your gene pool Pads.
Sirius: What the fuck are you talking about?
Lily: *quietly* He looks like you.
Sirius: You have got to be fucking kidding me.
James: Um, yeah, no.
Lily: Can I ask something? How will they know if he’s a werewolf or not?
Sirius: Full moon, there’s no other way to know. *pauses, stares at the baby* He really looks like me.
James: I think there’s another way.
Sirius: No, there i–
Lily: His hair is becoming ginger?
Sirius:*relieved* IS HE A METAMORPHMAGUS?
Sirius: It’s impossible to dislike him and I’m trying really hard.
Lily: His name is Teddy Remus.
James:*laughing* Oh, now that’s cheating. Harry James, Teddy Remus I mean, come on Moony.
Sirius: He always thought he couldn’t ever have a child because he wasn’t entitled to it being the monster he is. I tried to tell him maybe thousand times, look at his face.
Lily: You like Teddy, don’t you?
Sirius: Of course I like him, I love him even. Look at how Moony’s face lit up, I haven’t seen his eyes glow like that in years.
James: Now, he has a reason to survive.
Lily: Did Remus just apparate from the side of his new born baby and wife?
James: He did, where is he Pads?
Sirius: He’s at the Weasley cottage where Harry’s hiding.
James: He is scaring the living shit out of them.
Lily:*smiling* Ah, I missed excited Remus.
Remus hugs Harry.
James:*longingly* Hug him for us, too, Moony.
“You’ll be godfather?” he said as he released Harry.
Lily: *starts crying* Merlin, Remus must you make me cry?
James:*his hands in his hair* My son is the godfather of my best friend’s boy. I never knew I wanted this until this moment.
Sirius:*sadly* He will be a better godfather than I ever was.
James: Pads. we chose you. Me and Evans. We chose you because we knew you were perfect for it and you did everything you could.
Sirius: Yeah, I got myself locked up in Azkaban.
Lily: No one is blaming you for that, not us, not Harry.
James: Harry loved you even though you had two years together, you were his Paddy and he was your fawn. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of making another person the godfather of my first child.
Lily:*staring into distance* We were going to have enough kids for each one of you to become godfathers but you, you were the obvious first choice. You are James’ brother, please stop feeling guilty about this.
James:*trying to cheer Sirius up* Let’s enjoy this moment mate, imagine how punk rock this kid would be.
Sirius:*softly smiling as he’s staring at his hands* Very.
Lily: Come on let’s just watch Remus before the dark times start again.
I’ve been feeling a bit down recently so I figured I’d try and do some fluff ones this time as a way of cheering myself up. I did NSFW ones last time if you wanna check them out. Forgive me if these seem a bit flat. Emotionally the past few days haven’t been the best for me and I feel like that might come off as gloominess in my writing.
•Given he’s at least a foot taller than your average human. He would always have to bend down to kiss you.
•Sometimes you’d wake up to see a creepy little smiley face drawn into the frost on your window. Meaning he’d dropped by last night to check on you. Just his little way of reminding you he’s always watching out for you.
On days where you feel nervous or anxious you’d notice a familiar looking off-white and red bird following you around.
•If you’d had a bad day you would head straight to the Neibolt house. You’d always want to be near him when you’re feeling depressed but not really wanting to talk a lot. Hearing you so quiet would worry him and he would always try to make you crack a smile or laugh.
•You’d explain different Halloween traditions to him excitedly because it’s the one day of the year you could go out as a couple in public. And his first reaction is “So you’re telling me kiddies just walk right up to your door, looking for a scare. Well, thats fucking great. Easy feed right there.” “Umm, I think you’re missing the point.”
•You’d get a very dramatic eye roll when you did show up on Halloween wearing your best attempt at his costume and makeup with a pile of red balloons.
•sassing him and him glaring at you when you do do that.
•“I can’t believe that stupid fucking kid called my house a crack house”. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry tho, I like your crack house.”
•Both of you sitting on the porch of the Neibolt house when a storm is rolling in. Talking about whatever was on your mind. You’d have your legs splayed out underneath you and an arm outstretched into the rain, enjoying the familiar smell it brings.
•You’d tell him you don’t mind the sewers at all. Its the people up top that scare you more.
•Telling him you want to spend the whole summer with him.
•Carrying one of his little bells around as a good luck charm.
•Doing your best to copy his maniacal clown laugh.
•Because you keep tripping or walking into things down in the dark sewers, you decide to set up some candles down there so you can see better. Pennywise isn’t too impressed now that his liar os scented and has mood lighting.
•Because your starting to spend more and more time down in the Neibolt house with him you end up moving some go your belongings there. Books, cassette tapes, maybe a favorite pillow. You accidentally left your sketchbook there once, only for him to find a few drawings of him inside. You, of course, would be embarrassed. But he would find it endearing and make you beg him to give the book back while he held it above you, just out of your reach.
•He’d pick you up and spin you around at random moments.
•When you were younger you got beat up a lot, Derry isn’t a very open-minded place. You eventually gain the reputation of being the girl you do not fuck with. Even before you knew Pennywise had his eye on you, bad things always seemed to happen to the people who mess with you. It was only later you figured out it was him. Your his precious, little human and no one is allowed to hurt you.
•There was one time on your way home a bunch of girls from school got the jump on you. One of them grabs onto your long hair, yanking it to keep you from running away. The self-proclaimed leader of the group starts kneeing you in the gut, while the rest chant insults at you. You fall to the ground which causes the tension on your scale to only get worst. Out of instinct, you’d try your best to curl up and use your arms to cover your head in order to block some of the blows. Despite your best efforts most of them would still hit their mark. Pennywise would come crawling out of the sewer at lightning speed, fangs fully exposed, causing your attackers to scatter. He managed to grab the girl that was kicking you by her neck, lifting her and making the most inhuman snarling noise. His mouth hanging open, teeth fully splayed and drool flooding past his lips. You’d never seen him look so terrifying. After that, he’d take you straight back down to the sewers. He’d feel bad seeing you sniffling back tears and whipping the blood from your busted lip onto your sleeve. He tries to comfort you by telling you he’d pick them off slowly, one by one so they knew what was coming before hugging you tightly. He wouldn’t let you leave the sewers for the next due to him being overly worried about you.
•He’d really like holding your hand. He thinks its really cute that your hand is so much smaller than his and that he basically wrap your hand up in his.
•If you’re doing something like reading where you sitting still than he’d constantly be sitting you in his lap. Because he’s so much taller than you, he would be able to rest his head on top of yours and just look down at whatever it is you’re doing.
•The first time he saw you cry, he would feel a bit awkward and not really know what to do. Eventually, he gets the hang of it tho. He’d pick you up and pull you on his lap. Wrapping his long arms around your smaller frame, rocking you back and forth and nuzzling his face against the side of yours until you calmed down and started breathing normally again. Pennywise doesn’t have a real physical heart. He would be fascinated by the sound of your heart beating. Similar to how he can smell when someone near him is afraid, he might be able to pick up when someone around him has an erratic, panicked heartbeat ( maybe our adrenaline causes something in him to react ). But he’s never just heard the steady, rhythmic thumping of a regular heartbeat. That small little organ, the thing that he generally eats is the reason you’re his. He would probably try and get either his head or his hand near your chest when you’re asleep so he can feel or hear it beating
To. Everyone who helped Eddsworld to keep on spinning.
Congratulations for 11th anniversary of Eddsworld on YouTube! I know this is pretty late but ah screw it.
First of all, I really want to say ㅡ THANK YOU. I only knew Eddsworld for only 6 months now but I have never fell so deep in love with anything before! Eddsworld is such a masterpiece. Comedy and puns, good characters, and good storyline? Best thing ever! The show cheered up so many people, including myself and I really really want to thank you for that.
I can’t even describe how much I adore this show and how much it inspired me. Every single crew that worked and participated on Eddsworld, I love you guys. You guys did an amazing job and I JUST CAN’T COMPREHEND THE AWESOMENESS AHHHHHH
Here’s a little fan art I drew for you guys. Again, thank you all, and I just want you to know that there are a lot of fans out there that looks up to you guys and love you all. You guys are heros and thank you for keeping Eddsworld spinning. ((Hey, that rhymed!))
P.S Sorry for bad grammer, English is my second language haha.
Oh, and I also have a pun!
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Harry Potter Finally Owning up to Dating Draco Malfoy?
rolled his eyes at the latest cover of the Daily Prophet. Yes, he and Draco
were seen a lot together but that was because they were friends. Friends. Nothing more.
years the media has been telling the whole wizarding world that there just had to be something more going on
between the two of them. Despite the fact that since they have left school,
nearly five years ago, both of them have had different partners.
about the blonde always brought a smile to his face, they had made an unlikely friendship
during their eighth year and it held strong since. Draco was honestly one of
his best friends. The man had seen him through depression, breakups and many
whoosh in the distance let him know that someone was coming through his floo.
He already knew that it would be Draco. The blonde was the only one who never
bothered with niceties and being polite enough to give notice.
checked the time as a very disheveled Draco
came into his kitchen. “Either your blind date when very well or very bad.”
glared weakly as he threw himself into a chair. “It was bloody awful. Worst
date I have ever been on in my life.”
exaggeration had Harry rolling his eyes as he peered at his friend in
curiosity. “It couldn’t have been that
was.” Draco argued as he closed his eyes and wished to vanish into thin air. “It
went so awful that I have decided to become celibate and adopt hundreds of
animals to appease my lonely, bitter heart.”
opened one eye. “Don’t ruin this for me.” He smiled when Harry let out a heavy
me what happened.”
it being a blatant demand, Draco sat up and admitted defeat. “It’s horribly embarrassing.”
smirked widely. “Good. I am in need of something to cheer me up.”
I friends with you?” The question was worded as if Draco himself had no idea.
I have no clue. I wonder that myself sometimes.”
rolled his eyes as he chose to ignore this completely. “Pansy is never to be trusted again when it comes
to picking out someone of interest.”
wasn’t news to Harry. He himself had gone on a blind date the woman set up for
him and that hadn’t been a good idea. Not at all. He was beginning to wonder if
she did it on purpose.
guy was decent looking enough.” The reluctance was thick. “That is if one is to
ignore the blindingly bright smile that never left his face and the overly
bit his lip to stop from laughing. Figures Draco would find a happy person
really feeling the date too much but I was still willing to give it a chance.
Even after he took me Marquis.”
had Harry wincing slightly. He knew that Draco abhorred that place. The blonde
said it was a knock off of true ambiance. Somewhere only desperate people went
conversation left much to be desired but I knew he would probably be somewhat
decent in bed.” Harry snorted loudly.
this all went to shite when our waitress recognized me.”
watched concern flitter across Harry’s face and he smiled softly in response. “Oh,
not because of being an ex-Death Eater, mind you.” He paused to shake his head.
“She recognized me as the ‘true love partner of Harry Potter’, that was a
direct quote, by the way.”
that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.
The strangled noise Aaron made was his best attempt at Andrew’s name. It was barely intelligible but it was enough. Andrew, who’d barely acknowledged Aaron’s existence in the entire time Neil had known them, looked immediately to his brother. Andrew snaked a hand out from under the sheet and curled his fingers in a demand. Aaron clambered onto the bed and reached for Andrew. “Andrew,” Aaron said, desperate and frightened. He held onto Andrew like he thought Andrew would disappear if he let go.
Note: Not really a revenge story on my part, but I believe this is a fine example of cosmic revenge for a larger hole. Long story, TL:DR at the end.
About seven years ago, I was in my sophomore year of high school. Let me just mention this, I was not your typical student:
I came from one of the poorest family in this town of three thousand. My dad was physically disabled for years before this and had been unemployed since I was in third grade. This left my mom the only working member of my family until my dad was put on disability. My dad, however, did not get put on disability UNTIL my sophomore year of high school, so around eight years, my mom was the only one working. In fact, there were times when I didn’t even get new clothes to wear for a new year as we couldn’t afford it.
I am legally mentally disabled. I was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome in eighth grade and, legally, should have been in some special classes. This led the school to alter my schedule without my permission and resulted in my mom’s wrath to the school.
I am clinically depressed and went through a time when I did not take my medication as it made me aggressive. I have since switch medications and have become a lot calmer as a result.
“Hey, Dean.” Castiel looked up from his paper and cup of coffee when Dean stumbled into the kitchen, still groggy from another late night working. “Can I get you some breakfast?”
Dean shook his head and went straight to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and doctored it to his liking before taking a seat next to Cas. He held the hot mug tightly in both hands, venturing a small sip before committing to a bigger one.
“You came in late.” Cas said. Dean didn’t acknowledge him at all, and Cas had to suppress a laugh. Fuckin’ ray of sunshine in the morning.
“Did you have a good time with Sam?”
Dean shrugged and drank more coffee.
“I’m going in for a meeting this morning, but I might be home early. Everyone’s coming for movie night tonight.”
That caught a smile at least. Castiel got up and put his dishes in the sink and then grabbed his bag by the door. Dean watched him the whole way and Cas came back to kiss him. “I love you. Text if you need anything?”
Dean nodded and laid his head on the table. Cas rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss him again, just behind the ear. “Maybe a nap?” he whispered and kissed him again before he had to go.
“I don’t know why we even wasted the time on this case.” Castiel complained to Charlie as he tossed folders onto the looming stack on his desk. .
“At least they paid us for it?”
“But they essentially voted to continue alienating their customers. I don’t understand-” Castiel cut himself off and took a deep breath. “I want a better screening process. I don’t like putting my time into people who don’t actually care about their customers.”
“I know. I’ll look at the interview process and see what we can change.” Charlie said. She started out of Castiel’s office, but he spoke just as she started to close the door.
“You’re still coming tonight, right?”
Charlie popped her head back in. “Would I miss a Friday night movie?”
“Good. Dean is always happy to see you.”
Charlie nodded and cleared her throat. “So…. any progress? With Dean?”
Castiel turned his eyes back to his computer screen. This question. It was the one he hated the most and the one most frequently asked by everyone but Sam and Jess.
“He’s doing really well. He’s working with a gallery again, so he’s really happy about that.”
Charlie nodded, but didn’t push further. Cas knew she would evaluate for herself when she saw Dean that evening.
“Okay. He seems like he’s in a good place the last few times I’ve been over.”
Castiel nodded. “He is. You look at the interview stuff and I’ll close out this case, okay?”
“Sure thing.” She said, and closed the door behind her.
If someone had told Cas right after the incident that their lives would change and be better for it, he would have punched them right in the face. No shit, it changed. There was the surgery to remove the ruptured spleen and then another to put his arm back together and then physical therapy that kept him in the hospital for a few weeks. They were managing it all well, but when the doctors concluded that the loss of Dean’s speech was due to the psychological trauma and not physical injury, Cas hadn’t known what to do with that information. He knew vaguely that this had happened to Dean before, but not the details. In the meeting with the doctor and the therapist Sam and Bobby tried to reconstruct what they knew- Dean had gone three months without speaking after witnessing his mother’s death in a house fire, and almost six months after his father died in an accident that almost killed a teenage Dean and Sam as well. A nearly fatal mugging certainly fit the pattern of trauma induced selective mutism that Dean had adopted.
But now, five months in and all of his physical injuries healed, Dean and Cas had adopted a second language that only they spoke. When they were both home it was quiet. Dean no longer filled empty space with conversation, and Cas had never felt the need to in the first place. Instead they sat close and conversed through touch and an elaborate use of eye expressions. Before the incident Sam has called it eye fucking, but now it was conversation.
It was amazing how much they could say to each other now with just a look. Castiel already had three years of practice in reading Dean’s expressions, but now he was an expert. For the first few months he found himself always trying to find any hint of discomfort or stress in Dean’s face, but now he could read most everything if Dean didn’t close himself off during his depressive days.
Castiel opened files and sorted papers, consulting his computer a few times, but ultimately after several minutes had to admit to himself that he was just moving things around without actually accomplishing anything. It was okay to take a break, right? He stood and stretched, and almost on cue his phone buzzed with a text from Dean.
Going out tonight instead of movie
Everyone is already planning to come to our place.
They are coming with us. Dinner
Do I need to make a reservation?
Okay. I will be home soon. Did you catch a nap?
Cas sat back down in his chair. He needed to work too, but he just couldn’t think. After looking around at the stacks he’d made earlier, he made a deal with himself to leave as soon as he closed out the case.
Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2
can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?
“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.
“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.
I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.
I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.
“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.
I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”
Summary: In which Nolan and Y/n are best friends but Nolan doesn’t know Y/n is a werewolf.
Warning: Swearing (shouldn’t be a warning really.), blood, fights, car accidents.
Notes: dedicated to @chimeracuddles because she loves Nolan/Froy and has made my hatred for Nolan became a love hate relationship.
“Hey kids.” You say as you walk to the table where Corey and Mason were sitting. You see their facial expression as they looked up at you.
“Brett has gone missing.” You nod your head.
“Liam went to help find him. We called Lydia to try to help and all we got was the number 68.”
“Number 68? That’s Nolan’s lacrosse number.” You tell your friend.
“Oh? Well, I don’t think we bother her anymore. I did a lot of things while she tried to focus.” Corey’s face reddens. You giggle.
“So I have a bio test and I also have a history test, which one first?”
“I say bio, because its harder.”
“Okay then, history it is.” Corey glares at you as you get up to find a book.
“So Nolan’s your best friend right?” Mason pops behind you. You jump and turn your head to face Mason.
“Mason, You scared the shit out of me. Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again.” He laughs.
“I am best friends with Nolan. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Have you told him you’re… you know… the same as Liam?”
“No. I don’t want him to know. I want to protect him from this world.”
“Are you saying that the pack is all dangerous?” He jokes.
“No! Of course not! I’m talking about the supernatural world in general. It’s dangerous and humans can barely survive it. Unless its you and Stiles.” You find a book and take it out. You head back to your seat. All of a sudden, Nolan slams his things against the table. You jump and look up at your best friend.
“Hm Nolan? Are you studying for bio?” You ask.
“Yeah actually, I am.” He sits down, his knees hit against yours, sending shivers up your spine. Needless to say, you were in love with your best friend.
“Trying to understand how organisms can change.” Mason and Corey start to help him understand while you tried to ignore the feeling you got every time Nolan’s knee brushes against yours. You tuned out of their conversation and opened your book to read. You were only interrupted when Corey got up. His hand was bloody, so was Nolan’s pen.
OWH.” Corey covers his wound as everyone in the library got up to look at what was going on. Nolan quickly grabs Corey’s injured hand and shoves it your face.
“Look at him Y/n. Look! Look at him!” Corey pulls away. You stand in shock of what just happened as Nolan leaves the library.
“Holy shit, Corey I’m so so sorry about him.” You apologize after you snap out of what had just happened.
“It’s okay Y/n.”
“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” You say before packing your things to go home. You wave goodbye to your friends and started texting your best friend Nolan.
You: Meet me at my place in 20
When you reached your house, Nolan was already there.
“Nolan? You’re here early.”
“Yeah I got nothing to do.”
“Mmhm.” You say as you open your front door.
“Why didn’t you go in? You knew where the spare key was.”
“I wanted to wait for you.”
“How did you know I wasn’t home yet?”
“You were in the library. Also I looked at your room window. The light wasn’t turned on.”
“Hm okay. Anyway, I just wanted to ask why did you stab Corey?” You ask as the two of you enter your room.
“I wanted everyone to know about him. I guess I wanted to prove something.”
“Nolan, you can’t go all stabby stabby on people to prove something.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to show you that he is not a human and that he is dangerous.”
“Corey is not dangerous. If he was, I would’ve stopped being friends with him.”
“All of them are dangerous Y/n. You can’t trust them!” Nolan raises his voice.
“I can! I know them! and I believe them! They will never hurt me!”
“Are you saying that you believe them more than your best friend?”
“Nolan you know that’s not what I meant. I know you are paranoid about the situations that have happened around school but it’s not gonna happen again.”
“How do you know Y/n? What if your friends are the cause of everything that has happened?”
“They are not! Can you stop attacking my friends?”
“Why are you on their side? You’re my best friend!”
“I’m on the side that’s right and I believe that what you did to Corey isn’t right.”
“You like one of them don’t you?” You look at him confused.
“What? No I don’t! Nolan, if my friends are dangerous and are monsters, then I would be dead by now.”
“All I want to do is protect you from things that could harm you!” Your heart fluttered.
“Nolan, I know you care about me. But I can take care of myself okay? You don’t need to worry.”
“If I lose you, I would have no one left.” He mumbles out, fidgeting with his fingers. You walk up to him and touch his hands,
“I will never leave you. You’re not gonna be alone. You are never gonna be alone.” You hug him tightly. Your phone vibrates from your pocket and you take it out.
duMbar: Help me and bring ice cream
duMbar: I did something very stupid, I need cheering up and icecream pls.
You: I can’t help u if you dont tell me wat u did. u always do something stupid.
duMbar: I don’t like u sometimes.
duMbar: So like I exposed US to the world and now I’m ashamed.
You: dude, how could u? I’m coming
You: to kill u :)
duMbar: DON’t COME THEN YOURE JUST GONNA HURT ME
You: did u save Brett? Is he ok?
duMbar: YOU CARE ABOUT HIM MORE THAN ME???????
duMbar: he is fine btw
duMbar: hello? ru ignoring me?
You: sry was debating about if I should waste my $ on u.
duMbar: plsss we’re buddies pls bring me icecream.i will love u forever if u do.
duMbar: all I want is icecream is that too much to ask?
You: k i’ll bring the icecream and then I leave
duMbar: no! don’t go, stay over plssssssssssssss
You: stop being annoying and I will come over
duMbar: oki, come thru window it will be unlocked for u:)