i was tagged by the babe @omfgbts on my other blog but i’m gonna post this here - thank you pixie!
RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people
1. Drink: caramel macchiato 2. Phone call:work 3. text message: yes go get food 4. song you listened to: bigbang - FXXK IT 5. time you cried: i might have a tear in my eye when i found out GD is coming to europe (i’m just gonna leave this here lmao) 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: don’t think so 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14. black, red, pastel blue IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: not been in love in the first place 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: ?? no? 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: a little bit yeah 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: i don’t have a facebook GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: again i don’t have facebook 23. do you have any pets: yes a cat 24. do you want to change your name: my last name yes 25. what did you do for your last birthday: nothing much just hung out with some friends 26. what time did you wake up: 10:01 lmao 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: talking with @omfgbts and watching bigbang on weekly idol 28. name something you can’t wait for: to see GD live (again gonna leave this here) 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday evening 31. what are you listening to right now: bigbang - FXXK IT 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah there were like 3 toms in my class 33. something that is getting on your nerves: the thought of not getting tickets to GD 34. most visited website: tumblr 35-37. lost questions????? 38. hair colour: cherry red 39. long or short hair: long 40. do you have a crush on someone: yes 41. what do you like about yourself: ?? not much lmao maybe my hair 42. piercings: only earlobes but i’m getting a helix soon 43. blood type: no idea 44. nickname: marlz, loser (for one certain person ahem), marr, marrbear (courtesy of @lafitte only tho) 45. relationship status: single 46. zodiac: leo 47. pronous: she/her 48. favourite tv show: atm probably the 100 49. tattoos: not yet 50. right or left handed: right 51. surgery: no 52. piercing: earlobes and soon helix 53. sport: haha no thanks 55. vacation: i kinda just wanna travel the world tbh 56. pair of trainers: nike sth idek MORE GENERAL 57. eating: nothing 58. drinking: lemonade 59. i’m about to: watch bon voyage s1 with pixie 61. waiting for: bts to come to europe 62. want: bts to come to europe? (i’m leaving too much here but who cares) 63. get married: to a rich man 64. career: author WHICH IS BETTER 65. hugs or kisses: hugs 66. lips or eyes: eyes 67. shorter or taller: taller 68. older or younger: older 70. nice arms or nice stomach: arms 72. hook up or relationship: relationship 73. troublemaker or hesitant: both?? idek HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor: yes 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: no 77. turned someone down: yes 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: idk maybe?? 80. had your heart broken: yes 81. been arrested: no (pixie wtf did you do lmao) 82. cried when someone died: yes 83. fallen for a friend: no DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: ha that’s funny 85. miracles: i need one for friday (!!!!!!!) 86. love at first sight: nope 87. santa claus: obv yes 88. kiss on the first date: yes 89. angels: yes 👀
OTHER: 90. current best friend’s name: pixie & vans & april & loren 91. eye colour: blue/grey 92. favourite movie: love actually, four weddings and a funeral, the now you see me series
A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:
Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything
Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.
You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.
hansol was talking about killing himself on his insta live and he had tears in his eyes and everything and most of the people watching couldn’t even understand and weren’t reading the comments and i don’t know if he’s ok i’m super fucking scared right now i don’t even know what to do..
i had to stop watching bc he wasn’t being careful near a road and talking about this being a “suicide broadcast” and i felt like i was going to have an anxiety attack in the fucking train…
i just wanted to post this for the people who didn’t watch it or didnt understand it.
even one of his friends left a comment on one of his pictures bc he was scared and hansol wasn’t answering the phone…
i really hope he’s ok
Fix it fic where Yousef comes back today? PLEASE? I don't know how maybe the girls surprise her and brought him back I know it doesn't make any sense it doesn't have to just please can you write one I'm so sad. Thank you!
Well nothing else makes sense anyway so why not? Hope you like nonnie!
“Fortunately, love does too.”
The end of the speech is met with enthusiastic cheers and applause. Sana has tears in her eyes and is hugging everyone around her. Just as they all calm down, her phone starts ringing. She looks down and a huge smile appears on her face.
Yousef is trying to FaceTime her.
She presses the green button and his beautiful face fills up her screen. Too much of her screen actually.
Sana laughs. “Why are you so close to the camera? Back up a little bit so I can see Turkey.”
“Turkey?” he says in a mischievous tone. “You’d rather see Turkey and not me?”
She rolls her eyes. “How about both?”
“See the problem is, showing both would be a problem because geographically it’s not possible.”
“If I moved, you wouldn’t see Turkey.”
The last word rings in her ears and it’s a little too loud. She turns around and there he is, standing a few feet away, wearing a white and golden kurta. Looking as handsome as ever.
She’s too shocked to talk, to move, to even blink. Because if she does, he might disappear.
The girls surround her and say, “You didn’t think the speech was the only surprise we had for you right?”
She’s too dumbfounded to even understand how and when and where they came up with this idea or did this, all she knows is that Yousef is slowly walking towards her and she’s having a hard time breathing.
“Eid Mubarak Sana. You look……stunning.” He says, with a little difficulty, apparently just as breathless as she was.
“What are you….I mean….” All her thoughts are jumbled and all she wants to do is wrap her arms around him and hug him for an eternity.
“I got a ticket in the mail three days ago, convinced my family for another two days, got on a plane this morning, and here I am now.”
She looks at the girls in disbelief and Noora winks at her and subtlety tells her to check her phone.
A new text from her reads, “Julian Dahl owed me a favor.”
Sana shakes with laughter and disbelief and happiness all at once. Then she looks up at Yousef, grinning from ear to ear.
Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!
I begged you to help me, with heavy eyes closed I choked back tears full of hatred for I realized I was helpless. For years I begged for someone to rescue me from this despair. My demons were always hidden behind my smile. The corners of my mouth begin to creep up into a deep and twisted smile, for I had finally came back from hell for my revenge.
For my rage was about to set fire upon all those who betrayed me.
May God have mercy on you for hell hath no fury.
Forgotten Kaisoo moment(again):
shit I can’t chill with this. I found this on my old evernote acc and I’m so fucking happy this exist. Their conversation are so intimate jsjsjdj
Jongin: (laughing) You’re not biting, you’re looking at it and ripping it. Kyungsoo: (burst into anger, while his eyes widened) No, I said I’ll teach you. Jongin: You don’t have to teach me things like that.
That’s how his ears got grabbed.ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ What are you trying to rip, Kyungsoo.
Source: @sehunee_940412 Translate by:babododioh
Jongin: (While laughing) That’s not for biting, is it? It’s for tearing. Kyungsoo: (Looking mad and with eyes wide open) No, I’m just letting you know. Jongin: It’s fine even if you don’t let me know… But getting my ear grabbed like this…. ㅋㅋ What are you tearing, Kyungsoo-ya? (apparently Kyungsoo teared something & they’re having a discussion about that so Kyungsoo grabbed Jongin’s ear)
Okay but can we just talk about this particular still for a sec?
Magnus looks so….vulnerable. And the way Alec (because he’s the caring boyfriend that he is) cups his neck, the expression on his face just screaming ‘IF I EVER FIND THE BITCH THAT MADE MY BAE CRY…’. We’ve seen a Vulnerable Magnus scene before, but this one’s most vulnerable he’s been. His eyes are red from tears…!
Magnus Bane deserves nice things.
Magnus Bane deserves to be loved.
And Alec Lightwood is 'truly’ lucky to have him.
I guess I’m saying stuff that’s already been told a million times by now, but I just had to write this. Feel free to ignore it.
“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don’t know. I don’t really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn’t… I might have become as awful as that prick we’re going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training,“ he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty.” Cassian’s eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, “If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.” Azriel bowed his head in thanks. Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. “If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.” She wiped away her teas as she nodded. I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting. Rhys bowed his head to her. “If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake…” A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. “My own power would have consumed me long ago.” Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. “And if I had not met m mate…” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundrend more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have… The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so I could find you.” He kissed another tear away.”
A little part two of my other fic ‘Jamaica’, thanks again to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me out with it! Enjoy!! xx B
You were so hot, and no matter how you twisted or turned, you couldn’t escape the heat. It radiated off of the solid body behind you and off of the heavy arm slung over your waist as puffs of breath huffed against your neck. Your eyes widened. Who could you have possibly…? Then it all came rushing back. The wine, a ringed hand slipping further up your thigh with each second and the sloppy, wonderful fuck against the dining room wall. It was Harry’s taste on your tongue. Harry’s moans in your memory. Harry’s body heat at your back. Trembling slightly, you rolled away from the man sleeping behind you, taking the bedsheets with you to cover your nakedness as you did. Harry didn’t stir as the bed shifted, and you cursed under your breath as you remembered your clothes being discarded on the dining room floor in your haste to undress each other. Hopefully anyone who actually made it back to the house after a night of drinks was too tired or too tipsy to notice the clothes scattered around.
Just as your hand grasped the doorknob, the bed creaked, a soft grunt reaching your ears. You froze in anticipation.
“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gravelly from sleep, his knuckles coming to rub at his eyes as he sat up. Harry took you in, your pretty form clutching the silk sheets around you like a second skin. “What’re yeh doin’?” He asked.
You swallowed, heart racing. “I’m…I’m going back to my room before anyone realizes I’m in here, without clothes on,” you said shakily, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hair was ruffled from sleep and the multiple times you’d tugged on his roots the night before, and his lips were swollen and pink. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him. You didn’t leave the door, though.
“Love,“ he said quietly, eyes darting over you as he slowly rose from the bed with his hand extended toward you as he approached, like he was trying to calm a wild animal that would run the instant he got too close. “Yeh avoidin’ me? Tryin’ t’ leave before I woke up?” Your eyes squeezed shut, his hand landing on your wrist as flashes of those hands running along your skin went through your mind. You swallowed.
“I’m..I’m not avoiding you. Just…need to do some shopping, s'all.” Harry let out a low chuckle, green eyes understanding as he came to stand in front of you. The rest of the house was still silent and you were thankful for the alcohol that had provided the peace.
“’M sorry, love, I am. We were both just in t'moment, and a lit’le drunk, we don’ have t'make it into more than that.” His words had the opposite effect than he intended and he knew it immediately by the way hurt flashed in your eyes.
“You…you didn’t want it?” Your voice cracked, eyes looking anywhere but at Harry as tears welled in them. For so long, you’d secretly had feelings for him, wanted to feel his lips on yours and his skin against your body, and now that you had, he was acting as if it didn’t mean anything to him at all. You turned away from him, sniffling as Harry made an affronted grunt.
“No, no, angel, tha’s not wha’ I meant. O'course I wanted it, wanted yeh. O'course I did, still do.” You paused, wiping at one of your eyes and angling your head to glance back at him. “’Ve always wanted yeh, sweetheart. If y'don’ feel th’ same, tha’s fine, but don’ yeh dare think I didn’t want yeh, or I just wanted a quick fuck. Don’.”
Sincerity and concern shown in his dark eyes, and before you could over think yourself, your hands were cupping his jaw and your lips were against his, the sheet falling to the floor without your hands there to hold it. Harry took in a shocked breath through his nose, but his hands fell to your hips and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his. Now that you were both completely sober and not locked in a lust-driven race to get to your orgasms, the kiss was slow and hot, your heads tilting and lips smacking softly. Your hands slid to his chest and Harry’s came to your jaw, thumb rubbing softly over it as he urged you towards the bed. His lips moved down your cheek to your neck, sucking gently on the skin there as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry,” you whined, “I need you.“ A low growl left his throat as his fingers trailed down your body. "Yeh wan’ it, pet? No runnin’ away this time?” A cheeky smile pulled at his mouth as he raised his head to meet your gaze and you nodded seriously, tugging on his necklace to connect your lips again.
“No running.” You agreed. Your bare back met the mattress again, and you whimpered as you dragged your mouth along his throat, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Harry moaned above you, his arms trembling as he rubbed his hardening length against your center. He was all slow, warm hands as they ran down your sides, his body sliding down to rest at the foot of the bed. His soft lips began to sponge kisses from your ankle up to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. You whined impatiently when Harry returned to hover over you, still slow and wild eyed. After a few more needy kisses, you trailed your eyes over him in the morning light. He was gorgeous; from his bedroom eyes to his flushed, weepy cock, he was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.
“S'pretty.” Harry laughed and sweetly kissed you before his mouth returned to the hollow of your throat, moving down to your breasts. Desire flooded through you, your body humming at the notion of having him buried inside of you again, your belly tingling in anticipation.
“‘M gonna fuck yeh nice ‘n slow, sweetheart, show yeh how bad ‘ve wanted yeh. Yeh feel tha’?” His hard cock pressed into your thigh and you whimpered, mouth falling open. “S’what y’do t’ me.” He slowly trailed his fingertips down your body until he reached your center, immediately finding your clit and circling it with fervor. A strangled moan fell from your lips.
“Please, Harry!” The words were all you could manage, head so filled with the haze of lust you could barely see. Harry smiled against the skin of your chest, hips shifting as he lined himself up.
“Yeh need me, angel? Hm?” Your fingernails clawed at his back as he entered you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Harry’s words trailed off into deep, drawn out moans as your walls clenched around him, warm and wet. “Pet, yeh feel s’good fo’ me.” You pulled him down for a kiss, tongues tangling and breath mingling. Harry’s teeth sank into your lip with a grunt, his hips thrusting forward at a steady pace. His cock dragged slowly in and out of you, and his eyes squeezed shut, the feeling indescribable.
“Wanted you for so long,” you wheezed, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him deeper into you. “So, so long.” Harry groaned, head falling to rest on your collar bone.
“‘Here! ‘M here, angel, ‘m righ’ here,” Harry bit out, teeth clenching when the headboard knocked into the wall. “Christ!” The heat was stifling, the sounds of your pants and dirty moans filling the air, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that anyone in the house could probably hear the noises. Let them hear how well Harry fucked you, how good he was to you. A ringed hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting sharp cries from you as Harry’s hips thrust deeper. Each stroke was long and measured, making sure to fill you to the brim and push you to the limit faster. A light sheen of sweat covered yours and Harry’s skin, making him difficult to grab onto, but as you sank your nails into his back for leverage, a hoarse cry of pleasure left his throat.
“Do tha’ again, pet, c’mon, be good fo’ me.” You raked your nails down his skin, sure to leave scratches, but you didn’t think twice about it when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, love, y’feel s’good.” You were taut underneath him, barely able to catch a breath, and you found your hands pushing at his shoulders roughly.
“Wanna ride you, please.” Harry’s eyes rolled with pleasure, his length barely leaving you as he rolled to his back and you moved to straddle him and sink down onto his cock. The new angle pushed him even deeper, and Harry was quick to start pushing up into you, not wanting to wait a minute more. “You feel so good, Harry. Oh my God, please don’t stop!” His hands cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples as his eyes roamed over your body as you moved above him. Heat curled in your belly, coiling tightly like a spring as you slipped a hand down your body to rub at your clit.
“C’mon, angel, look s’good fo’ me, ridin’ m’so well. Need yeh t’ cum all ov’ m’cock.” You moaned at his words, grinding down on him as he thrusted upwards. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tightly you could feel the vein that ran along his length pulse inside of you. It didn’t take much longer for you to throw your head back as your orgasm rolled over you, your mouth falling open in a loud cry. Harry was quick to follow, teeth gritting and neck veins on display as he climaxed. With him still buried inside you, you slouched forward, breathing hard against his chest. Chaste kisses were pressed to your sweaty forehead and Harry tenderly rubbed your back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Still no running?” He managed to wheeze, a small smile curving his lips. You let out a shaky laugh, nipping at his throat playfully.
“After that, I’m not even sure I can walk. I’m not going anywhere.” A rumbling laugh was Harry’s only reply.
Why did I leave? Why did I walk out? I laid in my bed at my childhood home asking myself those questions everyday as I cried myself to sleep. Every damn day I had to be reminded that I was alone, that I once again fucked up the best thing I ever had. The image of her rushing after my car, pleading with me not to go, haunted my brain constantly. It was all that I saw, all that I think about.
“Call her, Harry.” My mom told me when I confided in her how much I regretted leaving, how much I missed Y/N, and how badly I wanted to fix this. “You know she will listen.” I had come to my mums when I left the house. I thought about going to Gemma’s but I sometimes you just need your mum, no matter how old you get.
“Will she though?” I question, frowning at her. I could feel my eyes welling up in tears again. I couldn’t help it. I felt like a piece of me was missing. Nothing made sense without her. “I fucked up again, mum. First I cheated, then I though’ I got another girl pregnant, and then I walk out on her even though she begged me to stay. She chased after me, mum. Would you keep holding on if you were her?” My mum gives me a sad look then, reaching over to grip at my hand.
“You never know unless you try.” Those words kept playing through my head for the rest of the day. Maybe she was right. Maybe I could at least try and talk to Y/N, see how she was doing and if there was possibly anyway that we could make this work and fix it.
It was two days later that I finally managed to drag myself out of my mothers house and drive the familiar streets towards my old home that I had spent the last few years sharing with Y/N. My hands were tense around the steering wheel, my grip tight and my fingers even shook a little. What would I say? What would she say? Would she even want to speak to me at all?
When I knocked on the door and a minute later her face appeared before me, every single thought that I’d had flew out of my mind and I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, short sounds squeaking their way out but I couldn’t form an actual sentence. I looked down into her gorgeous eyes and as I saw her face begin to crumble, I felt mine do the same.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper as she falls into my chest. I bury my face in her hair as our arms wrap tightly around one another. It was there, her wrapped up in my arms, the smell of her sweet shampoo under my nose, that I felt whole again. Just feeling her soft skin under my fingertips, her arms tight around my torso, the sound of her breathing, I was home and I knew in that moment that I would do whatever I had to do to make her mine and make this work again. I needed her. I wasn’t going to just drive away or ruin this again, I couldn’t.
When you opened the door and saw Harry standing there, his hair floppy and a bit dirty, his clothes wrinkled, looking nothing like his usual put together self, you were overcome with a million different emotions. As you looked up into those green eyes, watching those pink lips try to form words that just wouldn’t come, you knew he felt the same so you did the one thing you really wanted to. As he speaks an apology, you collapse in his arms.
You bury your face in the fabric of his t-shirt, snuggling up as close as you could. You could hear his quick heartbeat under your ear and took in the smell of his familiar cologne. You missed these little things, his smell, his touch, his softness.
“Want to come in?” You ask him finally, breaking the silence to pull back and look back up at him. He gives a small nod, a smile gracing the corner of his lips. You nod and lead the way back inside. “Would you like some tea?” You ask him once inside.
“Love some.” He answers, giving you a small smile. While you busy yourself with the kettle, he takes a seat on a stool at the counter, watching you work. Neither of you spoke. What could you say? What had he come to say?
“So how have you been?” You finally speak after sliding him a steaming mug of tea made up just how he drinks it. You stand across from him, a mug of your own in your hands. You watch him take a small sip, clearly trying to delay answering the question.
“Been stayin’ with mum.” He finally speaks, setting the tea down. He shifts a bit in his seat, not looking at you. You put your own drink down, giving a nod. You had wondered where he was staying the last week he was gone. You’d thought about sending him texts or calling but every time your finger hovered over the call or send button you remember how you had chased after him and he still left so how he felt had been pretty clear and trying to contact him would be useless. “’m sorry for drivin’ away like tha’.” It was after moments of silence that Harry finally spoke these words.
“You did what you felt was right.” You answered, looking away as those green eyes of his peered across at you. His brow was furrowed and a look of regret was forming. You didn’t want to see any of that. You turn away, reaching for your tea. “I was actually doing some thinking.” You tell him before he could speak.
“Wha’ abou’?” He wondered, watching you. His heart started to race against his chest as he watches you sigh. You were probably going to tell him that no matter what it was done, that he had been right to walk out.
“You shouldn’t have to stay at your mother’s house,” You start. “I have been thinking, ever since all of this started, that I don’t want to be in this house anymore.” Harry had to admit that the words she spoke were not what he was expecting but he felt them hurt all the same. “I can’t be here. I’ve been looking for somewhere else to live. So… you can move back in here.” The thought of no longer living here, of no longer calling this home caused an ache in your chest and you had to bite at your lower lip, attempting to keep the tears at bay. You run your fingers along the rim of your mug, glancing up at Harry.
He was staring at you with a look of pure confusion. His green eyes were glazed over and his breathing had begun to increase. You were leaving. You were looking for somewhere else to live. Somewhere other than this home. The home that the two of you had purchased together. He thought back to the days after you’d moved in. There was barely any furniture, the two of you took to eating dinners sat on top of the counter, laughing and joking about how you didn’t even need to get a table and chairs. He remembered arguing over what color the curtains should be in the bedroom - if they should match the comforter or the throw pillows. In the end the two of you made this house a home together and the thought of one or neither of you not living here didn’t feel right.
“This house was supposed to be our forever.” He whispers this, barely able to get his voice above a whisper. The tears that had begun filling his green eyes moments before finally spill over. “We were going to raise our children here. We made sure there were enough rooms for at least two, you remembe’?” The two of you had gone back and forth on many things, but agreeing on how many bedrooms your house needed was agreed upon almost instantly. The two of you wanted at least two children and had planned accordingly. The two extra bedrooms never were fully completed. They were guest bedrooms at the moment but they had it in mind that the second they needed to it could be converted into a nursery. “We used to sit out on the back porch over lookin’ the yard and talk-”
“I know what we used to talk about, Harry.” You cut him off, your voice low as you close your eyes, a couple of tears fall down your cheeks. “Do I need to remind you why we’re having the discussion of us no longer living here?” He gives a sigh, reaching up to push his hair from his forehead. He looks across the counter at you, his tear filled green eyes piercing into you.
“I came over here because I want to talk about tryin’ again. I shouldn’t have walked ou’ like tha’. I’ve regretted it the second I was gone.” You felt a bit of anger flare up then.
“Then why wait so long to come back? If you’d just turned the car around we could have worked everything out but instead you left and stayed gone. So I’ve started moving on, or trying to. And leaving this place is my first step. You can have the house, sell it, move another girl in, I don’t care.” You go to walk out of the room but he jumps of from his stool and grabs for your arm, pulling you to a stop.
“Don’ you ge’ it, Y/N?” He questions, looking down at you. Neither one of you cared about how both of you had wet cheeks with more tears falling. The two of you just stared at each other. “No matter how big of an idiot I have been lately, there is no one else for me bu’ you. We can make this work.”
“Harry, we tried to make this work before and it didn’t.” He releases your arm, taking a step back to sigh, tugging a bit at the hair on his head.
“‘m not giving up on us, love, never.” He makes complete eye contact with you then, letting you see the seriousness etched into his handsome face. “We can do this at your pace, yeah?” He walks forward and take your hands. You look up into those still a bit tear filled, but now determined, green eyes and allow yourself to return the pressure that his long ringed fingers give yours. “I’ll stay at my mum’s for a bit longer and I’ll take you on dates, we can go the cinema’s, go to our favorite pub. We can start over until we ge’ back to where we were, until you are comfortable enough with me again. You don’ have to have sex with me, you don’ have to touch me, you don’ even have to kiss me if you don’ want tha’.”
You didn’t know how to respond. Harry wanted to try again, to essentially start over. He cheated on you, he hurt you, but he was willing to do anything and everything possible to start over. And you wanted to, you’d wanted that before but just simply couldn’t stop picturing him with that girl. His proposed idea though, taking it slow, and building it back up might be what needs to happen as opposed to jumping right back in and expecting everything to be where it had been before.
“What do you say, love?” Harry was filled with such hope as he watched you, he watched the idea of this flow across your brain. He watched you bite at your lower lip as you thought this through. It would kill him not to be able to kiss you but he would rather wait until you were ready for it than never be able to do it again. “We can make this work. I love you so much, we can do this.” You meet his eyes and find yourself nodding.
“Okay.” You finally answer. “I’m willing to try it that way. I can’t promise that I’ll ever reach where we were or how I felt and want to sleep with you but I’m willing to try to get there again. I want to try.” You watch his face light up into a grin before he pulls you into his chest. “Oh, and Harry?” He pulls back then, frowning down at you.
“Yes, my love?” He questions, his arms sliding around your waist. You smile up at him as you rest your hands on his muscular chest.
“This is it. If we can’t make it work this time… that’s it.” He frowns for a second but then nods, cracking a bit of a smile. You look at those perfect pink lips and know even though he said the two of you didn’t have to kiss if you weren’t comfortable with that, you missed the feel of them on yours. “Kiss me.” You whisper, glancing from his lips up to him.
“You sure?” He wonders, not wanting to push you or make you feel like you had to but you bring a hand up to tangle in the curls at the back of his head and pull him down so his lips meet yours.
“I was hoping I wasn’t going to see you walking through that door again today.” Anne says as soon as she sees her son enter her living room an hour later. She was shocked though to see that he was grinning as he drops himself down onto the couch beside her.
“Mind if I stay here for a few more weeks?” He asks her, looking over at her as he leans his head back on the couch. “Y/N and I are tryin’ again but we’re startin’ over. So I’m going to take her on dates and woo her all over again.” He explains. Anne breaks into a smile then. “We tried to jus’ go back to wha’ we were before all of this. We need to build it back up.”
“I think that’s a great idea, Harry,” Anne tells him. “You are welcome to stay here of course.” Harry reaches over and pulls his mom into a sideways hug, kissing at her temple.
“Thanks, mum.” He whispers, still hugging her tight. He closes his eyes as he takes in her warm embrace. Sometimes your mothers hugs were the best cure for a situation and could make you feel better no matter what and that’s definitely how Harry felt about his mum’s hugs. “Thank you for still believing in her and I. We’re gonna work this out, I know we will.” Anne pulls back then, smiling at her son.
“I know you will, Harry, I know.” She rests a hand on his cheek, leaning in to kiss the other one. “No one is meant to be together more than you and Y/N.” Harry couldn’t help but agree.
My Top 25 Chuck & Blair Scenes:#21 → S05E06“What are you doing here? I don’t have the energy to rehash tonight’s hysterics. I think you should leave. I’m not here to apologise about what happened tonight.”
“Peridot….” “I put myself back in the narrative” “Peridot” “I stop wasting time on tears, I could live another thousand years. It’s Not enough.” “Peridot” “Oh, can I show you what I’m proudest of?” "Connie.” "I established a home here in beach city” “Connie” “I always stayed by her side, I got to see her growing up” “Connie” “In her eyes, I see you, Citrine. I see you every time! And when the time comes, have I done enough? Will she continue your story?” Lin-Manuel Miranda - Hamilton Musical: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who tells your story.
“Chat, I’m serious, stop following me. This isn’t working.”
“What do you mean this isn’t working?” Adrien landed clumsily beside her and the chimney, angry tears filling his eyes. He was trying his best to keep it together, he really was, so Ladybug saying outright in such a decided tone of voice that it ‘wasn’t working’ threatened to push him over the edge. “We’re not done here yet, Ladybug, we have to follow that stupid butterfly!” As he spoke he eyed the white speck, growing ever fainter against the dying twilit sky. Anxiety gripped him at the thought of losing it, but when he lunged for the top of the chimney to continue the chase again, Ladybug seized his arm and hauled him back down to the rooftop.
“No, I have to follow it,” Ladybug insisted. “You, go home.”
Adrien gaped at her. “What is your problem?” he spat. “I’ve done nothing but worship you since the day we met and I’ve worked my ass off since the day we found out Hawkmoth’s identity, and now you’re just sending me away like a dog?”
The look on her face suggested he had smacked her, but at the moment, he was too hurt to care. But the seconds ticked on, and her lip began to quiver, he started to rethink his words. But before he could say anything else her face hardened and her lip curled, and she shoved him so hard that his back hit the chimney and stayed there. “What is your problem?” she shouted. “That’s my line, Chat, what is your problem? Ever since we found out you’ve been– I don’t even know!” Throwing her hands up, she stepped haughtily away from him to hit him with a long, hard look, but the anger was somewhat dampened by a glisten in her eyes. “You’ve been off your game,” she said softly.
Adrien scowled again. The butterfly had definitely gotten away by now, and that was just perfect, wasn’t it? One more day of this bullshit. “I’m sorry, am I weighing you down?”
“What– no!” Ladybug burst. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about! Of course you’re not weighing me down, Chat, you’re just not – not yourself! I’m worried about you. You’re distracted. Angry. Irritable. You keep stepping into harm’s way and I don’t know what I’d do if something were to happen to you. I don’t think I could…”
“H-hey,” Adrien said weakly, reaching toward her but faltering at the last second. Oh, man, he was such an idiot. “Don’t cry, Ladybug. I’m sorry. God, I’m such an ass.”
“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
He’d spent his entire life learning how to school his facial expressions into the exact ones he needed to hide his real emotions. Unfortunately, Ladybug knew him too well to fall for it.
“No, stop,” she insisted. “If you say ‘nothing’ again I’m seriously going to punch your face off.”
Despite himself, he smiled.
Ladybug’s responding smile outshone his by miles. “Huh, haven’t seen that in weeks. Not since…”
Her smile faltered into something more thoughtful, which made Adrien’s heart plunge and his blood run cold. Keeping this from her had been not only torture, but one of the most challenging things he’d ever done as Chat Noir. If she even got close to the right track, she would figure it out instantly. She was too clever not to.
“You know him, don’t you?”
Unfortunately, Adrien couldn’t decide which emotion he was supposed to feel if the true answer was ‘no’ quickly enough to paint it on his face before Ladybug saw the real answer.
“Thought so,” she hummed. “Chat, I know what I said about our identities. I know what I said about talking about our personal lives. But you’re my partner. You’re my best friend. If you have some sort of connection with Gabriel Agreste, I want to know, not only because it affects our team dynamic but because it’s obviously affecting you. Please,” she whispered, “just tell me.”
“And what if I did?” he whispered back. “What if he was my… What if deciding to keep on fighting him was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?”
“Then, if that were true, I would say that I was proud of you. And…” Adrien’s breath caught in his chest as her gloved hand came to rest on his cheek. Warmth radiated from her wide, sapphire eyes and soothed the hurricane that had been brewing inside him for weeks, by the smallest degree, like a candle in the night. “And I would say that I still love you, Adrien.”
“He’d been with her for one assassination attempt when he was eighteen and she was fifteen. They’d fought together and, while it was scary, it was nothing compared to this. Someone had actually gotten to her. Someone hurt her.”
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Person B secretly listening to Person A sing a sweet lullaby to their child every night. After Person A unexpectedly passes away, Person B attempts to sing the same lullaby so their son/daughter, but ends up bursting into tears, much to the child’s confusion.(This was originally a oneshot but then it got out of hand)
“Oh shut up, you’re supposedly not even listening anymore,” Alya said. “This is possibly the most fascinating thing you’ve ever told me. I’m still half convinced you’re lying to me.”
“Listen, when we were in école together, Chloe and Marinette were inseparable.”
“Wait a minute,” Adrien perked up suddenly. “Chloe, that best girlfriend in the whole wide world you were always telling me about when we were kids….that was Marinette!?”
Marinette dug through her book bag, pulled out a pen, and held it out to Kim who was standing by her desk. “Here. Take it. Stab me with it. Do it.”
“We are not talking about that Adrien!!” Chloe screamed, standing up from her chair. “That was a part of my dark past how dare you bring it up!”
“Oh man, they did everything together,” Nino laughed. “Did arts and crafts projects together, went to the park together, got friendship bracelets together, it was super adorable.”
“We were like eight!” Marinette wailed. “Oh my God, that was forever ago!”
“Just makes it even more adorable,” Nino shrugged. “But yeah they announced to the whole class one day that if they didn’t have any boyfriends by the time they graduated lycée, that they were going to date each other and then get married. I humbly accepted the responsibility of marrying them myself, Juleka was going to be in charge of makeup, Max was in charge of fundraising, and Nathanael was going to design the invitations.”
“I have preliminary sketches if you want them,” Nathanael said from the back of the classroom. “I was thinking a pink and yellow theme. Possibly a spring wedding.”
“Oh my God, can I be Marinette’s maid of honor?” Alya gasped.
“There’s no wedding!” Marinette shrieked.
“I was going to be Chloe’s best man, so that works,” Adrien grinned. “Or wait. Does she get a maid of honor instead of a best man? How does that work again?”
“How about this?” Nino decided. “Alya is Marinette’s maid of honor. I’m Marinette’s best man. You’re Chloe’s best man. And Sabrina’s Chloe’s maid of honor. That way we’re all even.”
“Oh perfect!” Sabrina smiled, clapping her hands together. “I already started drafting a speech. I was hoping someone could take a look at it for me and tell me what they think.”
“Done!” Chloe announced, getting up from her seat. “Five thousand percent done! I’m burying myself in shame in the park! Don’t look for me!”
You’d been freezing Draco out for three days now, after several shitty run-ins with him that left you in tears in your dormitory. It wasn’t always easy being the Prince of Slytherin’s best friend, but it certainly didn’t become any easier when he started disappearing for unexplainable stretches of time. He’d be sitting across from you at breakfast, and then the next minute, he’d vanish into thin air.
It was beginning to spark your curiosity, until you rounded a corner on your way to potions on Wednesday morning and laid eyes on Draco making out with Pansy. His hand was right on her hip, jamming her against the brick corridor wall, and her fingers ripped through the platinum blonde locks that haunted your dreams.
It was quite enough of a visual to send any girl back to the Slytherin common room, weeping mascara tears down the sides of both cheeks.
Since then, you zombied through classes and avoided Draco at all costs; although, given that he was your partner in most courses, it wasn’t easy. When spoken to, you answered him in shrugs, sometimes nods, and refused to make eye contact. Every time he brought up one of your inside jokes, you pretended not to hear him. If he laughed, you bit the inside of your cheek and tried not to melt at his smile. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt looking at him - and he had no fucking clue.
It didn’t stop there, though; you also were skipping meals, opting to spend time in the library, where you wouldn’t have to worry about watching Draco cram his tongue down Pansy’s throat.
Blaise had noticed your erratic behavior and asked what was up, but you brushed it off with some halfhearted excuse. “Big tests coming up in herbology, and that’s my worst subject, and, come on, Blaise, you’re being crazy. Don’t worry.” He didn’t buy it, though - kept checking up on you, every twenty minutes, in the library. Each time, he snuck a little food in, too.
And it worked for those few days, hanging out with Blaise and burying your nose in your books. Eventually, though, Draco found you hiding in the library on Saturday morning, after a bulk of your classmates had left to go Hogsmeade. Since Pansy wasn’t in tow, you assumed that’s where she was.
Draco seemed relieved at first, walking over to your table with his typical cocky stride, but the relief quickly dissolved to confusion.
“Oh my lord, love, you haven’t transferred to another school. Blaise assured me that you still attend to Hogwarts, but after having gone so long without seeing you, I was a little skeptical.” Draco set his palms on the edge of the table and leaned in toward you. “Where have you even been recently?”
Hardly glancing up from your herbology textbook, you answered, “Around.”
“Very cryptic,” and he chuckled to himself, as if it was funny. “How come you didn’t go on the trip to Hogsmeade?”
“Afraid you’d be there,” you deadpanned again.
Draco didn’t seem to think you were being serious. “Well, I didn’t go because I didn’t think you were going, and it wouldn’t be any fun without you.”
“Right,” you looked up at him, not blinking. “You would never do anything without telling me.”
“Right,” he nodded, but when he caught your stone-cold expression, the smirk had faded from his lips. “W-what are you talking about?”
“For fuck’s sake, Draco, don’t play dumb. Merlin.”
“Play dumb? What in the name of everything holy am I playing dumb about?”
You looked at him long and hard, trying as best as you could to keep yourself from bursting into tears, before calmly looking away and beginning to collect your things. He kept repeating your name over and over, but it sounded distant; sounded like you were underwater. He didn’t sound like your Draco, he sounded like someone else’s Draco. Pansy’s Draco.
Without uttering another word, you blew past him and sauntered out of the library.
All through the hallways, Draco chased after you. You guys got down to the dungeons and into the common room, before finally, he grabbed ahold of your shoulder and spun you around. His grip pulsated tingles through your skin; you physically had to keep your feet planted into the ground. “What is going on, Y/N? Tell me.”
“Tell you?” You sneered, a bit too loudly. “Tell you. That’s loaded.”
He did look good, though, out of his usual Hogwarts garb - you couldn’t help but admit it. His Slytherin Quidditch jumper clung tight to his chest; his black sweats hung loose enough around his waist that the band of his boxers was visible. That infamous head of hair was parted messily, probably from having drug his hands through it so much. There was a ruby tint to his pale cheeks.
“Tell me, Y/N.”
“Tell you? Tell me, Draco, why isn’t loving you enough?” Your voice leapt from your throat, too fast for you to think twice before announcing your innermost feelings to all of the Slytherin common room. Thank Merlin that your classmates were at Hogsmeade; otherwise, all starstruck eyes would’ve been fixated on you and Draco. “What the bloody hell else must I do?”
Draco’s eyes grew wide, and the rest of his expression was bewildered at best. “Y/N..Y/N, what d-did y-you just s-say?”
Not once, in sixteen years of friendship, had Draco ever stuttered in front of you. It was strange seeing him in such a vulnerable light; but nevertheless, you refused to let that humanize him. You were furious - you could not let him charm his way out of this one.
“Oh, cut the Quirrell act, Draco,” you hissed, now pacing the floor in front of where Draco stood. “You and I both know damn-well that I’ve loved you for a long time; that you’re my first and only love; and that Jesus, Draco, I will always love you. You and that arrogant smile, matched with the warm laugh. You, you, you. I will always love you, but now, you’re going around the Castle shagging Parkinson, so I guess I just need to move on.”
“Y/N..” Draco tried to counter, but the words weren’t coming to him. His mind was an utter abyss, and by some sheer misfortune, he couldn’t concoct a single coherent thought. So blinded by anger with himself, his mind was a maze without a way out. “Y/N.”
“Save it, Draco, we both know actions speak louder tha-”
And before you knew it, your best friend was pressing his body up against yours, running his fingers through your hair and kissing you as hard as he possibly could, square on the mouth. It was horribly wrong and you were treacherously angry, but with those lips, you forgot all about your coherent emotions. All of a sudden, it was like your heart was pumping out his name.
Your hands moved from your sides to his chest, grabbing ahold of his sweatshirt in both fists. Softly, a moan escaped your mouth, to which Draco replied with a groan of his own. The familiarity and gentleness of voice his damn-near brought you to the ground on both of your knees.
Breathing heavily, you pulled back from the kiss and examined your best friend’s face. In the childhood years leading up to Hogwarts, you and him would always lay out on your backs in the lawn of the Malfoy Manor, laughing wildly and talking about what it would be like to finally go to wizarding school.
“You and me are gonna be Slytherins, I just know it. All of my family was sorted into Slytherin, and I’m gonna be the same way. And father says that your whole family was Slytherin, too. Imagine it, Y/N, you and me: the smartest wizard and witch Hogwarts has ever seen.”
As one would expect, there were discrepancies in his face that had changed with time. Of course, he was a cute boy, but by the time third year rolled around, he became more classifiably hot than classifiably cute. This year in particular had aged him, though; his eyes sunk into their sockets a little bit, and he always looked a little washed-out. You knew about the Dark Mark on his inner arm - you had one to match, too. You’d grown old together, in just sixteen years. And looking at him, that close-up, after having just kissed him, made you shudder.
“Why did you pick Pansy? Why couldn’t you have p-picked me?” Your voice snapped like a twig - unannounced tears began to drip from your eyes.
“Y/N,” his tone was low, patient, and remarkably un-Draco, and he extended his arms to a hugging position. “Please don’t cry. C'mere. ’M here.”
You were furious at yourself for kissing him, furious at yourself for crying, furious at yourself for so desperately wanting to accept his hug. “Fuck off, Draco, I-I shouldn’t have-”
“Y/N,” he closed the distance between you two and reached his hand up to your face, swiping away a tear with his thumb. “I don’t want you to cry because of me.”
“Too late,” you whispered.
“I don’t want to talk about her, Y/N.”
“But I do, Draco-”
“No, you don’t, Y/N. Forget about her.”
“She’s your fucking girlfriend, Draco.”
His pale, quivering face was pressed so close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.
“I don’t want to do this here, Y/N - not in the common room. Let’s go back to the dorm. Your dorm, my dorm, either dorm, just away. Away from here. By ourselves.”
Deep down, you were still red-angry at him, but he was Draco. Irresistible, charming, and so goddamn homey, it disgusted you. You could never ever, in a million eons, turn your back on him - even if he did choose Pansy over you. Best friends didn’t give up on one another.
“Okay.” You murmured.
“Yours or mine?” He mumbled back.
Without skipping a beat, he laced his left hand through your right, then began to guide you up the steps. It wasn’t the first time that you were in his room, but it was the first time, obviously, that you were in his room after having kissed him. It felt a little out of place, but not necessarily uncomfortable. Just different; just new.
“You wanna sit down?” He spoke so softly, you could hardly hear him.
“Yeah.” So you both went to sit down on the edge of Draco’s mattress. You glanced back at his nightstand and looked at the framed photo of you and him from Christmas of the past year, arms linked and smiles broad, standing in front of the grand staircase at your parents’ house. It was a good photo of him. You looked alright, too, but he made the entire thing.
“So, Pansy,” he sighed. “You want the truth?”
For the first time all day, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “That would be nice.”
He reached over and set his palm on your knee. “It’s your own damn fault, if I’m being honest. Remember the quidditch match against Gryffindor last weekend? Remember the party afterward?”
Of course you remembered the match and the party. Draco had won the game for Slytherin after beating Potter in the battle for the snitch, so there was a major blowout in the common room. You and Draco came down from the quidditch pitch to the party together, but Draco ended up getting absolutely wasted on Firewhisky. By the time he started to slur, you dragged him up to his dormitory, and then put a spell on the door, so no one else could enter the room.
“Yeah, I remember. What’s the point?”
Draco exhaled shakily. “That night, I wasn’t as drunk as you thought I was, Y/N. I only had two or three drinks, and we both know that it takes more than that to get me buzzed.”
He was right - usually, it took four or five drinks for the alcohol to really get to Draco. It didn’t make sense, though.
“But you seemed-”
“I was hyper, Y/N. We bloody beat Potter, you know? I was hyperactive and all over the place, and then you come along, as beautiful as always, and you take me upstairs. You put the spell on the door to lock it, and you lay me down in bed, and you help me get undressed so I was down to just my t-shirt and boxers, and you tell me to get some sleep. But then, you tell me you want to stay, to keep up on me, so we lay there together. And I say something stupid, and you begin to giggle in that addictive fucking way that you do-”
“Let me finish,” he cut you off. “So you begin to laugh, and I’m losing my fucking mind, and I tell you that I fucking love you-”
“-I tell you that I fucking love you, and you just laugh some more and tell me that that’s not true - that we could never work, because I’m just drunk and out-of-it, and not in love with you. And then I try to kiss you, but you think it’s funny, so you laugh again and tell me that I need to get some rest. But I don’t want to rest, I want you, I want you. I’ve always wanted you-”
“Merlin, Y/N, let me finish. You spent the next couple hours with me, and as I start to fall asleep, you tell me that you and me could never happen. And then you leave. And then the next morning, I wake up without you, and without any hope of ever getting with you. So I fucking find Pansy and I hookup with her, because I think that’ll erase you from my mind, but it didn’t. Nothing did. Nothing could.” His entire body trembled with each word.
Suddenly, your entire world shifted from shades of green and silver and grey, to an entire spectrometer’s worth of color. All that time, when you watched him with Pansy, you thought back to that night in his dorm. Once you got him into his bed, he didn’t seem as drunk as you first expected, but you never second-guessed it. You never through that Draco Malfoy, of all people, could love you. Draco.
“Draco, I-I love you,” your voice betrayed you once again and crackled. “I just didn’t think your feelings were real - I thought they were fabricated by intoxication. It felt too good to be true. Sometimes, you feel too good to be true.”
“Too good to be true? I’m a cowardly son of a bastard Death Eater, with this godforsaken tattoo on my forearm. And yet, you still hang out with me, still laugh at my jokes, still go to all my quidditch matches and cheer me on. You see past the whole façade. You’re too good to be true. You’re my best fucking friend, Y/N, how could I not love you? You’re my everything. Everything. All my childhood memories, all my Hogwarts moments, and all my mid-afternoon daydreams. You’re everything, bloody hell.” The tears came out again, but this time, not out of sorrow. Mostly guilt, mostly regret, and mostly pure fucking joy. “I’m sorr-”
“Don’t say you’re sorry, Y/N. Just tell me you want me to dump Pansy. Tell me to dump her and be with you, because that’s all I want to hear - that’s all I fucking need to hear. Be with me, oh my god, tell me you want to be with me.”
You couldn’t believe that he was real, and sitting a foot away from you, and rattling off these sentences. “I’ve always wanted to be with you, Draco. I always have, and I always will. You’re everything.”
And the dark circles under his eyes didn’t seem as dark anymore, and the ache from your chest was lifted. Everything, everything. The stars and the moon, the sun and the parchment.