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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

Summary: Just dating Peter… and being Tony’s daughter.

Authors Note: This was highly requested in the comments and I really enjoyed making the last one, so here ya  go! <3

Warning(s): swearing and deadpool (again)


Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

•y'all “tis about to get wilD


•you and peter have a stable relationship™

-y'all don’t really fight

-if you do it’s something stupid

-“I CANT BELIEVE YOU ATE THE LAST BROWNIE, THE AUDACITY, I AM DISGUSTED, YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS ATROCIOUS”

-“ I’m lactose intolerant Peter”

-“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE- wait you are?!?!”

-“HAHAHA SIKE” *cue you running away with the last brownie*


•Tony usually mediates your fights.

-he doesn’t want his spiderlings to be sad.

-not good for his representation in the ‘approving dad’ world

-“(Y/N) I suggest you give Peter back his brownie”

-“I ate it”

-*tony giving you the scolding parent look*

-“what do you want me to do? Shit it out?”

-*cap bursts through the door* “LANGUAGE (Y/N)


•peter still uses pickup lines on you

-“my Spidey sense isn’t the only thing that’s tingling”

-“peter do you know what that means?

-“yes it means I feel all tingly and happy when I’m around you”

-“BOiIi”

-he clearly gets these from Wade


•peter going on dad dates with Tony

-“I can’t believe you remembered our anniversary”

-“I could never forget it Mr Stark”

-“um Peter…you’re dating me?”

-“This is an A B conversation (Y/N) leave”

-your dad and Peter have probably been on more dates with each other than Peter has with you.


•you and peter are always together

-the avengers freak out when you aren’t.

-“WHERE IS THE LOCATION OF BROTHER PETER?? HAS HE JOINED THE DECEASED??? I SHALL AVENGE YEE MAN OF SPIDER”

-“Thor chill… he went to the bathroom”


•Peter always has his hands on you

-whether it’s holding hands, or he’s touching your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

-he likes to know that you’re always there.


•hUgS frOm BehInD

-y'all this is the only time Peter feels like he’s the big spoon

-he’ll rest his chin on your head and your back will be pressed to his chest

-aw™


•peter using his height to his advantage

-he’ll hide your things in high places

-so you call for help

-usually ends in you standing on him to get what you want.


•HICKieS yO

-it happened when you first showed Peter your room

-Tony told you to leave the door open but y'all didn’t let that bother you ;)

-“YOU HAVE TAINTED MY YOUNG PETER HE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME”

-“ father why do you not express this concern for me”

-“it’s because you’re the devils spawn”


•finally perfecting that spiderman kiss

-“WE FINALLY DID IT”

-“HELLS YEAH”

-“how do I get down?”

- *cue peter’s web snapping*


•stealing Peter’s clothes

-old and new

-he leaves a sweater at your place?

-BAM it’s yours

-buys a new shirt?

-BaM It’s yours

-he eventually runs out of clothes

-Tony buys him a new wardrobe


•having a meme group chat with Ned

-sending memes about spiderman

-peter regrets introducing you to Ned


•going on dates to the zoo

-Peter taking pictures of you admiring things

-a passerby reports Peter to the security guard for looking like a creep

-your dad has to bail peter out


•whenever peter loses you in a large group of people he always knows how to find you.

-“yo Pete where’s your girlfriend?”

-“hold on one sec” *shakes wallet*

-“DID I HEAR MONEY?!?!”

-“found her”


•spoiling peter bc you’re filthy rich and he deserves the world

-“happy birthday baby!!”

-“(Y/N) is that a car???”

-*you smiling uncontrollably*

-”(Y/N) I can’t drive’’

-’’Its a keepsake’’ 


•convincing your dad to take peter on missions.

-instantly regretting it bc peter is a soft boi who needs protection.

-“If you die on this mission, I will kill you”

-updating the suit bc you must protec™

-“I’ve added extra padding to your suit to soften any falls”

-he literally cannot breathe now


•accidentally admitting that Tom Holland is your celebrity crush.

-“but we look exactly alike??”

-“don’t be ridiculous Peter, you look nothing alike”

•dates to museums and science exhibitions

-watching peter nerd out

-v cute™


•going out with Liz and Michelle for girls nights

-peter dropping in on you as part of ‘patrol’

-almost activating ‘instant kill mode’ when a guy talks to you


•you putting on the suit just to talk to Karan

-“am I the only one that thinks Peter smells like avocado? Like does he even eat avocado?”

-“I too have detected this unusual scent Ms Stark”


•Peter freaks tf out when you get sick

-like mental break down freak out

-he googles your symptoms

-which means he always thinks your dying.

-“I DIDNT KNOW WHAT SOUP YOU LIKED SO I BROUGHT ALL OF THEM USING YOUR DADS CREDIT CARDS”

-he brought like 50 tins of soup

-will not let you leave his sight

-“Peter I need to take a dump”

-“I’ll come with you”


•Wade is always crashing your dates

-he thinks you guys are friends

-“Wade will you ever leave us alone?”

-“Of course Peetie! When (Y/N)’s father accepts my adoption papers”

-“Why would a grown ass man need adopting?”

-“It’s to fund my expensive lifestyle”

-Wade also steals Peter’s wallet so he has an excuse to come along.

-eventually getting a restraining order on Wade.


•Star Wars marathons

-you thinking Luke Skywalker is hot

-Peter getting jealous

-he dresses up like Luke the next day.


•he finds your old spiderman fan account on tumblr

-when he does he just stares at you smugly from across the room.

-“what?”

-“oh nothing” ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-he starts texting you the ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) face.

-“so you bet spiderman is one sexy specimen under that mask?“ ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-you want to die

-"I will delete you from my life”


•going to Starbucks for your anniversary dates


•peter insisting you have him on speed dial just incase anything happens

-you mostly use it to get food

-“hi”

-“(Y/N)??? Are you okay??”

-“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and fries please.”

-“(Y/N) pls”

-“what? I’m hungry”

-“may I remind you that I am  not supposed to be used for ordering take out”

-“then what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

-“your boyfriend”

-“oh yes that too”


•you wear matching outfits to school sometimes

-you are the power couple of the school


•taking Tony’s car for a joy ride

-crashing it bc peter gets nervous and webs up the windscreen

-it’s all good tho

-you use his card to buy a new one

-and blame it on Wade


•cute goodmorning texts

-“make sure to brush your teeth, you have terrible morning breath xox ~ (Y/N)

-"please brush your hair today, yesterday you looked like a yeti that had been run over and drowned in toilet water <3 Peter”


•everyone noticing how whipped Peter is for you

-except you

-peter doesn’t even know what that means he’s so outdated


•Peter has coffee mornings with Steve

-you’re never invited


•sending each other selfies

-your ugliest ones usually end up as your lock screens

-“who’s that horrendous looking creature?”

-“my fucking boyfriend bish”


•you die when peter speaks Spanish

-“pan caliente”

-“ I don’t know what you just said but please let it be the only thing you say at my funeral”

-he said hot bread


•Peter worries about your wellbeing

-he sets up daily reminders on your phone to drink water

-irl it’s just him texting you h20 puns and jokes


•you are very territorial

-if a girl so much as looks at Peter

-you will snatch the weave

-one time you actually pulled out some girls hair

-Peter thought it was hot™

-Steve and Tony did not ™


•stony are your parents tbh


•like your dad you have a lot of issues

-you’re scared peter will leave

-but he never does

-he always comes back


•arcade dates

-Peter gives you a promise ring from a vending machine

-the avengers freak out and think it’s an engagement ring.

-Steve gives you a lecture about patience and how you should wait.

-Tony on the other hand…

-“I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS”

-“Uh Mr Stark, we’re 17 and it’s just a promise ring”

-“You are both disappointments and disgraces to the Stark name”


•caring for him after missions

-cuddles

-back rubs

-Peter is very clingy at this point.


•knowing exactly what calms each other down.


•Training with Peter

-having a run on the treadmill whilst he does weights.

-you trip and hit your head

-Peter drops a weight on his foot bc he’s shook.

-you both go to hospital and agree never to workout together again.


•carnival dates

-peter sees a game and insists he wins a price for you

-he loses

-3 times

-you end up having a go and you win a fish

-peter has the fish for 4 days of the week and you have him for 3

-the fish is your son™

-his name is ‘the fish™’


•stargazing and talking about a future together


•you both trust and love each other a lot

•you love peter a lot

-although you don’t say it often

-you show it though

- but he already knows it

Bloom

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

1k celebration: “I haven’t slept in ages.” // “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Summary: When you fall in love with your best friend, flowers begin to bloom.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, hanahaki au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: i love my wacky aus and who would i be if i didn’t do one for the hanahaki au.

(( Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.))


The feeling had been there for a few weeks, that Min Yoongi was more than just a best friend to you. But as you sat with your head on his chest, heart racing slightly as your hands brushed as you reached for the popcorn, it was hard to deny the tingles running down your arm from simply making contact with him. It was movie night in the dorm, and you had all assumed your usual positions, but after a friend had pointed out how close you were to Yoongi, the feelings had truly begun to bloom.

Yoongi shifted slightly, with a content groan as your head fell into his lap, whilst kicking out your legs to rest them on Jeongguk’s lap. But your attention was no longer drawn to the television, the loud action movie’s loud screams seemed to fade away as your gaze focused on Yoongi’s face.

As he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, you felt a sneeze tickle the back of your throat, but you thought you might be sick so quickly you jumped off the sofa before running to the bathroom. The boy’s begun calling after you asking if you were okay as you slid past the entrance in your socks, your fingers digging into the doorframe before finally pulling your body in, you definitely weren’t okay.

Then a fierce sneeze ripped through your body, your eyes slowly cracked open and you stared in horror at the small pink petal resting in your hand; you had just coughed up a flower petal, scrunching it in your hand before letting it fall into the toilet and flushing it away quickly, hoping your feelings would disappear that easily.

But something was happening to you, and you knew what it was because you had seen it happen to Taehyung, whose unrequited love had left him close to death when he had insisted on hiding his symptoms. As you heaved a sigh, a cough caught in your throat as you knelt in front of the toilet, watching more flower petals drift from your mouth, before one caught in the back of your throat.

Then you were retching, watching in shock as droplets of blood fell into the water followed by larger yellow petals, daffodil petals.

“I need to use the toilet,” Yoongi’s voice was muffled through the door, but the action of turning your head to tell him not to came had you coughing again, and Yoongi upon not receiving an answer, hesitantly began to creak open the door that no longer had a lock after a previous incident with drunk Namjoon, “I’m coming in.”

It didn’t take long for you to realise you wouldn’t be able to hide your condition from him, but one thing was for sure; you weren’t going to tell him you had fallen in love with him. As you continued to wretch into the toilet, flinching as Yoongi’s hand landed on your back; his hand moving up to pull strands of your hair away from your face without saying a word, whilst you desperately tried to stop the petals from falling from your lips.

The bathroom was silent apart from your coughs, and heavy breathing as you were busy wondering what was going to happen and how you were going to fix this problem without losing your friendship with Yoongi forever. You could tell having him around wasn’t helping but these flowers had rooted in your heart and you sunk into his touch, but you and Yoongi knew you needed help as soon as possible.


Jars of dried petals of all colours littered the shelves of your room, you had found a sense of peace washing up the blood and bile covered petals that fell from your lips, and storing them as a painful reminder of the disease you were working to cure.

For the first week, it had been awful, as even to this date, all that left your mouth was petals that would die within an hour.  Taehyung was the one who had reassured you that you were in the early stages and that you could live like this for years but it was Yoongi who had recommended placing those petals in jars, and he continued to call them beautiful which would always lead to another bout of coughs.

The boys knew it was one of them, but you still refused to tell them who it was, even when Taehyung had burst into tears, begging and pleading you to at least tell him so he could help and understand. But you were adamant not to tell them, and although the boys doted on you hand and foot to try not to worsen your situation, and it worked.

As you sat at the kitchen counter chatting to Jeongguk about a new game he was playing, you caught a whiff of Yoongi’s cologne and you felt the tickle at the back of your throat, your shoulders hunched as you doubled over clutching at your stomach, worried because this pain didn’t come when you were coughing up petals.

The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision began to blur as you heard Jeongguk’s chair scrape back as he screamed for someone to help. You were now slumped on the table trying to relieve some of the pain as your hands clawed at your throat, your teeth closing on petals as you felt someone’s hand over your face to the side.

Your vision was blurring and as someone grabbed the rose that was currently in your mouth, you wondered for a second if they were going to shove it back down, but instead, they began to pull it out. The pain of the thorns that had scratched your throat and the taste of copper made you feel like you were going to vomit, and as you stayed slumped on the table, your eyes began to water in embarrassment at how weak you were.

After coughing up your first full flower, you distanced yourself from the boys. Your phone notifications had been blown up for the past few days, Jeongguk and Taehyung even turned up at your door a few times, but it was only Yoongi you let in. Yoongi had a way of caring for you that made you feel like he didn’t really care, small things like leaving pain killers on your table or a new vase for the full flowers you had begun to cough up.

But the state you were currently in wouldn’t last for long, you could barely eat a meal and you only drunk iced water, tilting back your head to allow the water to soothe your injured throat. But it wasn’t just your throat being affected, Yoongi could tell that when he tried to tuck you into bed, when you looked up at him, big eyes swimming with tears before you looked away muttering, “I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I can tell,” he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he climbed into bed next to you. His arm slung over your frail form as he soothed your coughing form and with a sudden realisation that he had been trying to deny for the past month when you had coughed up your first petal, you were in love with him.


Sometimes it’s not a question of catching feelings, but realising they’ve been there all along. Maybe it was seeing you in the hospital surrounded by white walls and the fact you no longer smelt like vanilla and roses, just medicine. Or the x-ray that hung on the opposite side of your wall, showing the flowers that had grown in your lungs, meaning that when Yoongi hugged you now, your heartbeat was fast and your breathing was shallow. But now Yoongi and the boys could no longer touch you, they were kept away looking at you only through the glass and listened to the doctors begging you daily to have the surgery.

Yoongi wondered if it was seeing your defiance, even when they promised you had a week left to live before storming out that did it, that made the feelings bloom from the seeds that had been planted from the first time he had heard your laugh.

But your health didn’t improve, in fact, it continued to deteriorate and as you became too weak to even cough up the flowers, the boys would watch in tears as you simply tilted your neck up and let the next flower sprout out of your mouth, before pulling the blood covered bloom out and placing it into the vase next to you.

It was a heart-shattering sight, and when the doctors finally allowed everyone a final goodbye; Yoongi was the first in. As he fell to his knees at the side of your bed, grasping your thin hand between his and placing his forehead against it as his warm tears fell on your skin, “Yoongi, I can’t breathe.”

The sound of the machine flat lining sent the boys into a frenzy, but Yoongi stayed frozen to the spot, before he leant forward and placing a kiss on your lips whispered, “I’m in love with you.” But the nurses were already tugging the group out of the room, however Yoongi was unable to resist as he began to cough, the boys looked at him in shock as a single white rose petal floated from his lips and to the floor.

Yoongi refused for this to be the end, leaping to his feet he shoved the door open if it was only to see you one more time and burn your face into his memory. But there you were, sitting up and looking around in confusion and as the sun began to shine through your window illuminating your face, Yoongi felt his heart stutter as he barged past doctors to wrap his arms around you, before you asked “Who are you?”

Yoongi fell limp in your arms, and you barely managed to keep a straight face before you burst into laughter, your hands cupping his face before you brought it to your lips, planting a kiss on his soft lips, “You dork, I’d rather die than forget you.”

Yoongi wiped away his tears as he let his head fall onto your shoulder with a sigh, he could still feel love blooming in his chest at just the sound of your voice and he wondered how he would ever make up for the pain you had felt because of him.



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So This Is Love [2]

Cinderella!AU

Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

Peter Parker x Reader

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I clashed my sword against Tony’s. He resisted my force and it took much of my strength to push him back. Tony stumbled backwards, surprised. I smirked.

“You’re getting stronger, Your Highness.” He commended me.

“And you’re getting old.” I joked. He shook his head, smiling.

“I taught you everything you know, remember that.” Tony wiped the sweat off his brow. Tony has spent many years teaching and mentoring me about the ways of royalty alongside my Uncle Benjamin. When my father had passed, Uncle Benjamin took on regency. He is to hold on to power until I the time that I am of age and that time was coming soon. In two months to be exact.

“Aren’t you glad that you did?”

“Right now, no.”

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sooooo I know my last one didn’t have a plot, but this one does! I hope it makes sense and I hope you guys like this lil series I’m trying to create :-) it’s very angsty and theres some fluff I hope and also lots of husband!Harry and dad!Harry obviously :))) there’s a part 2 to this and it will be posted tomorrow (thursday night) so stay tuned my bumblebees

“You’re late.” Harry stated as his son walked through the front door and made his way towards his room. Harry’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, an old dark blue full sleeve shirt covering his upper body paired with his black sweat pants.

“Keeping track now?” Jasper shot back.

“Sorry?” Harry asked, giving Jasper a chance to reword what he had said.

“Nothing, I’m surprised you care at all.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“I don’t. Humour me.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, poking your head through the entrance of the kitchen.

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The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

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One Double 0

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4,402

Summary: Bucky Barnes recieves a birthday gift no one else can top. 

Warning: none, really. a little bit of emotions everywhere, other than that some fluff. 

A/N: It’s Bucky’s 100th birthday! Can you guys believe it?. I have always wanted to write this one, and it fit perfectly for his birthday. Hope you guys enjoy, feedback is as always greatly appreciated! <3


 When you had first decided to become a nurse it had been because your mother was one and because her mother before her had been one and you had always adored the work they did. You had known since you could walk and talk that it was the profession you would want to pursue, and even after you graduated and began working as a nurse, you didn’t once regret the decision at all.

It wasn’t just that it made your family proud, after all, all their three children were highly educated, no it was the possibility of meeting and helping new people each and every day that made you love your job to the core.

Sure there would be rude and very hateful patients, but no job was perfect and neither would yours be just because you loved it.

For the past month, you had been working at a unit for elderly patients. It wasn’t a nursing home, but there were a few patients who was taken care of almost like they would at a nursing home, but this unit was a tad more luxurious than a normal one.

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anonymous asked:

Consider: Andrew and Neil sharing a bed. Obviously we all know that Andrew has to have his back to the wall and it works best when Neil is facing him so that he doesn't just see the back of a head when he wakes up. Also consider that Neil has spent the last decade or so making sure to never have his back to a door, whether awake or asleep. Neil purposely sleeping with his back to the door to make Andrew more comfortable don't mind me I'm just crying over these fools

All right, in the spirit of keeping this short and sweet… I hope you like this, that this is what you had in mind.

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The only thing better than their win against UT (seven to six, and each point hard-won since the Longhorns had done their best to redress their loss the previous season and almost managed to do just that) had been coming into the locker room after the game to find out that their return flight home had been cancelled for the night and they’d have to stay in Austin until they could fly out the next morning due to a string of strong storms moving through the southeast. Considering the rough flight in from Atlanta that had even given Neil a moment or two of unease… well, Neil hadn’t been certain how they were going to get Andrew back on the plane short of horse tranquilizers if the flight home was going to be as turbulent as the earlier flight.

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PART ONE:
Rating: PG


When we were younger, Luke and I would hide from our parents in the tree house that was in my backyard.

We would sneak off after filling our plates with food climb up the wooden ladder to the top. We would always get in trouble because we knew we had to eat at the table. That would result in luke getting sent home but we would do it again the next day.

That was also the same tree house luke fell out of when we were 8 while racing to the top. I was the first person to sign his cast when he got home from the hospital.

Luke and I have been best friends practically since birth. It was weird being grown up and living on our own. Luke was going to a university close to his apartment while I just finished my program for the art.

Calum, Ashton and Michael who Luke and I met in secondary school were another one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. They knew how to have a good time, we were constantly getting into trouble. It was the kind of trouble that made you feel like you were really living.

None that really got us in trouble. Except for the time we all snuck into the aquarium and quickly set off the alarm. Michael took the fall for that one, he got arrested while all of us had already ran blocks away.

“Hello?” Someone waves their hand in front of my face.

I snaps me out of my thoughts and back into reality, which was Ashton’s basement with the boys.

And Arzaylea. Who was standing in front of me.

“Do you have any mascara with you?” She asks me.

I can hear Michael chuckle and I look at the other boys.

“No. Sorry.” I say shortly.

I wasn’t the type of girl who wore make up. I could never get it right and I just didn’t see the need for it. It’s not like I didn’t keep up on my looks. I plucked my eyebrows obsessively and always make sure to do my hair but that’s about as much effort as you’re getting from me.

She clicks her tongue, frowning slightly before take a seat next to Luke. They have been dating for almost two months now. We were friendly with each other because she is dating my best friend and Luke wouldn’t let her be any other way. But her and I have never really connected.

I slightly feel like it’s that was with all the boys as well but Luke. If Luke ever leaves the room, even for just a second it’s very awkward when she is in here.

“Can I borrow some lipstick.” Calum leans over to me, using his high pitched voice to mock Arzaylea.

I laugh quietly before smack his arm. Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA while calum and I make conversation trying not to pay much attention to Arzaylea and Luke who are bickering about going out to dinner tonight.

“I’ve got a big test tomorrow. I can’t be out late tonight.” Luke says annoyed.

“Yeah, why would I even think we would do something nice like that. Whenever we hang out it’s always with your friends. When are we going to have spend some time together. You know? As a couple!?” She says back to him.

I can’t help myself from listening in to their conversation. Luke and I never really talk about her. They haven’t been really getting along lately but none of us really mind because she isn’t the best to be around.

“We will. Just not tomorrow.” Luke looks like he’s paying more attention to the game then her which would make me upset too.

“Whatever. I’m going home.” She gets up and Luke sighs. He looks like he’s about to stop her but we make eye contact and I shake my head. “Bye guys.” She says to all of us before walking upstairs.

“God Luke! I just feel like, you don’t even like me anymore!” Calum uses the same voice to mock her again.

Saying it just loud enough so I can hear. I try to stifle my laugh but like notices and glances at me. My face turns red as he raises his eyebrows in confusion and I shrug.

The boys and I hang out until it gets dark. Calum and Michael end up staying the night while Luke and I head home. I offer to give him a ride back and he gratefully accept.

“So you’re coming to my first art Debut right?” I ask him as I drive the winds back to his apartment.

“Of course.” He smiles at me. His blue eyes taking my mind off the road until I feel the shaking of the divider under my wheels. I redirect my car back into my lane and he laughs.

I apologize embarrassed but he just blows it off. We learned to drive together, I think we have both seen the most embarrassing moments we’ve had.

A few short minutes later I pull up to his green apartment building that catty corners an old market we use to spend all of our money on candy at.

“Do you have time to come in?” He asks and I look at the time. It’s not even dinner time yet and I love spending time with Luke.

Lately we haven’t really gotten best friend time because of the other boys and Arzaylea. I nod and pull into a parking spot.

His apartment is just as I remember it. The living room and kitchen were very neat, almost untouched. As soon as you stepped foot in his bedroom it’s like a bomb had gone off, dishes and clothes everywhere.

I smile and pick up a picture of us from graduation. His arm is hooked over my shoulder and our smiles are real. His blond hair is peaking out from his cap while I complained that day about how I looked bald. He has just gotten his lip pierced and loved how it looked.

We went together to the shop, I got my nose pierced while he got his lip.

Things seemed the same but they were also much different. Luke changed a lot after he met Arzaylea, he took out his lip piercing and was a lot quieter. I almost feel like he is unhappy but then I’ll see him and her together and he will look like he is enjoying himself.

I set the frame down and Luke shoves a controller in my hand. I smile at him, “Why even try Hemmings? I kick your butt every time.” I smile before jumping on the couch and taking a seat. He puts in the FIFA soccer game that he can never quite seem to beat me at.

“Let’s just say I’ve got a good feeling about this.” He sits next to me.

After while of playing I have to stand to me feet because the restriction of standing is too much with the pressure.

“No. No!” I yell as he gets a penalty shoot-out which will win him the game. He makes it and jumps up in joy, I fall to my knees.

He laughs while standing over me, I glare at him playfully before trying to kick him. He grabs my foot and I try to wiggle it free. He just watched in amusement as I flop like a fish out of water.

I finally give up, my hair sprawled all over my face. He still holds onto my leg, a last attempt to make sure I don’t kick him. I just lay there, attempting to smooth out my unruly hair.

I start to feel a bit uncomfortable when Luke’s eyes are locked on me. He seemed to be in his own little world but his gaze was fixed on me.

I wiggle my leg, “Can I have this back?” I smile.

He seems to return to present day before letting go of my leg.

“For now.” He smiles, almost flirting with me.

I shake that idea out of my head. He doesn’t see me that way. He told me he really likes Arzaylea. We haven’t talked about her in a couple weeks but he sees me as his best friend. Nothing more.

I wish I could say the same. Since grade 10 I started thinking Luke was attractive. We were each other’s first kiss in grade 6 but that was just to get it over with.

I started really liking him the grade we graduated. I started seeing qualities in him that I wanted in a boyfriend.

He met Arzaylea a couple months after graduation and by the way he looked at her I knew. It got even worse, seeing how good of a boyfriend he could be broke my heart.

So I let it go. Tried to just see him as a friend and not make it obvious. I guess I wasn’t doing as good of a job as I thought be the other boys found out soon after.

He kicks me lightly, still leaning over me. “Get up before I spit on you.” He jokes.

Spit dangles from his mouth and I open my mouth jokingly.

He starts laughing and I move out of the way just on time. The spit hits the floor and i quickly stand to my feet.

“Lucas!” I gasp at how close he actually was to spitting on me.

He doubles over in laughter. His hair, that has gotten quite a bit longer, falls into his eyes. I smile, his laughter is very contagious. I start laughing as well.

“What’s so funny?” I question even my own laughter.

He looks over at me, taking a deep breath of air in before laughing again.

It’s impossible not to laugh with him.

I push him over and he lands on the couch. Soon enough he pulls himself together, swiping a tear away from the corner of his eye.

“Come on. You know my spit has been in your mouth before.” He chuckles again.

“Not on purpose. You do have a habit of spitting when you talk though.” I cross my arms.

“Oh yeah. What about grade 6?” He brings up our first kiss.

I scoff, “Please. That barely counted, it was closed mouthed and lasted like half a second.” I try to play off how much that actually meant to me.

Luke and I kissed, he wanted to kiss me.

He shrugs and stands to his feet, yawning.

“You’ve got a test tomorrow. I’ll let you study and get some good sleep.” I start gathering up my things.

“Agh, I don’t want to study. I want to hang out with you.” His whining makes me smile.

I know I mean a lot to him but I worried when Arzaylea come into his life that another girl would be put in front of me. It sounds selfish but it’s really relieving to know he didn’t want to go out to dinner with his girlfriend but wants me to stay and hang out.

“Goodbye, Luke. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smile, putting my hand on his shoulder before exiting his apartment. The air outside is cool but it’s light and easy to breathe.

I walk out to my car and glance back up to his apartment while unlocking the door. He is standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes are watching me from across the parking lot. He smiles widely and waves at me. I start my car and wave at him while driving away.

PART TWO IS COMING OUT SHORTLY! ❤

anonymous asked:

We need a looong firs t time stony fic rec

Long fics are my favorites!  I adore a really long, thought out, slow build.  Here are a few favorites, all complete and over 100K:

Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy:  Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he’s learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass.But it’s not just Tony’s behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they’re willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there’s only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn’t always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder.The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

Holding Out for a Hero by @wordsplat:   When Tony was a prince and Steve was his manservant, they were young and reckless and hopelessly in love. But an attack on Tony’s life convinces Steve that he can’t protect Tony, so he leaves in the dead of night to train until he can. Ten years later, Steve returns to the kingdom a strong and able knight, but his king is both furious and broken-hearted.

Straight On Til Morning by @sineala:  Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he’d never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony’s own design. What’s more, the Avenger’s captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive… and very, very attractive.But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own – and the truth could change everything.

Captivated by @missbeckywrites:   When Tony sustains a life-threatening injury, Steve takes him to a world where magic can heal any wound. But their happy ending swiftly becomes a nightmare when slavers attack, and Tony is captured and taken away. After months apart, they are finally reunited, but the quest to save Tony is only just beginning.

America Isn’t Chicken by @everybodyilovedies (Amuly):  After a Civil War, death, rebirth, a takeover by Osborn, brain deletion, and the fall of Asgard, Steve and Tony might just be starting to get back on solid ground with one another. Things aren’t perfect, not yet, but they can be in the same room as each other without resorting to violence, and they’ve even managed to share a smile or two.
Seems like the perfect time, then, for Tony to try and fuck it all up with a stupid game of gay chicken.Meanwhile, as if he didn’t have enough to worry about, Tony realizes some kind of supervillainous trouble is brewing when increasingly advanced armors start popping up all over Manhattan, looking strangely reminiscent of his tech. On the other side of the world, Steve gets news that Zola is on the move in Russia, with some sort of nefarious plan at work.Which will ruin them first? Will it be this unknown armored villain who is after Tony’s tech? Or will it be Zola unleashing his mysterious plan on the world? Or will Steve and Tony prove to be their own worst enemies, destroying the tentative truce they managed to forge with their own stubbornness?

The Captain and His Courtesan by @winterstar95:  A story of revolution.Captain Steve Rogers is just trying to pay off his debt to SHIELD, carting cargo from the Rim worlds to the Inner Belts in his bucket of bolts ship, the Howling Commando. He keeps a low profile and makes sure his crew is safe and happy. But the universe has a different plan for the once highly decorated Captain of the Honor Guard. The universe drops a Courtesan by the name of Tony Stark into his life. The Captain doesn’t like it, but Bucky convinces him that providing transport to the most elusive Courtesan in the Guild could be their ticket to freedom. His crew from the engineer with anger management issues to the pilot who may be a beautiful but deadly assassin wants him to take the commission. What ends up being a simple commission puts his crew in jeopardy and could change all of humanity, because the Courtesan is not really just a pretty face and the Captain of the Honor Guard can fall in love far too easily with a man of conviction - and Tony Stark is a man of conviction.

Unwritten Endings by @xtaticpearl:   Tony takes the bullet meant for Captain America at the end of their war and through his death, brings together the team again. Only, he isn’t really dead and when he comes back, the equations between the team-mates begin to alter and reform, writing a new story altogether.

Double Time by @sineala:   Cassino, Italy, December 1943. Special Agent Tony Stark, former Marvels adventurer, is sent to investigate a Cosmic Cube found by the Invaders – and it’s the perfect opportunity for him to rekindle his secret romance with Steve Rogers. But when Hydra attempts to steal the Cube, an inadvertent wish for help leads to the appearance of a Tony from the future of another world: Director Stark of SHIELD. This Tony is a man with a lot on his mind. He refuses to tell them anything about the future, but he seems to know much more than he should about Captain America. And something’s happened that’s clearly killing him inside, but he’s not talking. When Director Stark’s failed attempt to return home leads to the unexpected appearance of another visitor from his universe, all the lies come undone. Now there are two wars to fight, and the second one could ruin all of them.

The Single Biggest Problem with Communication by @blossomsinthemist:   In the wake of Steve’s return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn’s reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering–Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they’re determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires–and second chances.

www.stem.org by @emeraldine087:  Steve Rogers and Tony Stark live in the Avengers Tower with the rest of the team but they may as well be living in different planets for all the things they can’t seem to see eye to eye on. Steve has deep seated misconceptions about Tony, and really, Tony just thinks Steve is a dick. They may work well in the field together, but as far as their personal dealings with each other go, they don’t know jack shit about one another.STEM is an unexpected Internet phenomenon–it’s Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, eBay, Goodreads, Skype and Amazon all rolled into one. And all the Avengers are in it with Steve being the most recent one to join. And Steve is just starting to really get into it, too especially after meeting heir2mecha.realm who is an amazing conversationalist–witty, smart, mysterious and remarkably thoughtful, and Steve can’t help but trust him.But is Steve ready to discover the man behind the mystery? Or will his misconceptions smother what feeble fire has been ignited between two people who have more to offer each other than what they’re prepared to admit?

And, since I love nothing more than to write tons of words just to get two idiots together, may I self-rec my long fics:  Celestial Navigation, Catching Lightning in a Bottle, A Higher Form of War.

veilsofmist  asked:

for promptis: have you heard of the Hanahaki disease? It's a fictional disease that has the potential for some GREAT angst...

Author’s Notes: I had actually only heard of it in passing, so I had to research a little for this one. I hope I didn’t do it wrong??? orz

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Love Blooms

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It happens the first time on the night of the summer solstice festival, their junior year in high school.

They’re sitting up on top of the parking structure five blocks down from the festival grounds, waiting for the fireworks to start. It won’t be the best view in the city, but it gets them out of the crowds packing the street down below. They’ve done the festival games and the greasy food on sticks already; Prompto’s feet are throbbing with a dull ache from wandering around all day.

It’s nice, being up here above the press of people. There are a couple of other stragglers sharing the concrete overhang with them, but not many. When Prompto turns his head the right way, it’s almost like it’s just him and Noct.

The night’s warm and balmy; the wind is ruffling Noct’s hair. Noct’s face is tipped upward, and his eyes are the same dark blue as the sky, that last gasp before evening fades out into night.

Prompto wishes he could afford that camera he’s been eying. If he had it, he’d snap a shot right now. His whole chest aches, with some indescribable need to preserve this moment.

Noct turns toward him, just a slight angling of his head, and Prompto feels his face flush, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“What up with you?” Noct says, with that slanted smile he does so well, and Prompto’s tongue feels heavy, twisted up in knots.

Something’s tickling at the back of his throat.

“Nothing,” says Prompto. “Just want the fireworks to hurry up and start, you know?”

They do hurry up and start. They explode across the sky like someone’s lit the world on fire with magic. The thunder of them blooming covers up the sound of Prompto coughing, and he glances down into his palm, perplexed – wonders how the hell he swallowed a sylleblossom petal without knowing it.

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Noct finally notices midway through senior year.

It’s the week before midterms, and if Prompto’s going to pass chem, he needs to cram like crazy. So Noct, eighteen now and still enamored of his brand new apartment, says, “Pack a bag and stay a couple days. We’ll buckle down and do some test prep.”

So Prompto packs a bag. His parents aren’t due back for another two weeks yet, so he doesn’t bother leaving a note.

He just slings his duffel over his shoulder and hops a train to Noct’s place. His thoughts are all over on the short ride in the posh elevator, but mostly they keep coming back around to what he’s going to do if Noct wants to share a bed.

Prompto’s figured it out by now; he’s got it bad for his best friend. Even if his waking mind was dumb as bricks, his sleeping mind would have clued him in. His dreams lately have been all Noct, all the time. He’s washed his sheets already three times this week.

That tickle is there in the back of his throat, all the way up the hall to Noct’s apartment. It’s so ever-present he hardly notices it anymore, but he can feel a thick kind of burning in his lungs, now, too. It feels like he’s just run six miles and can’t quite catch his breath.

Prompto reaches out and knocks on the door.

When Noct opens it, the warm light from the living room frames him. He’s smiling, crooked and kind of wry. Behind him, Prompto can see that there’s already snacks set out on the table, waiting for them.

It feels a little like coming home.

Prompto opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly that burning in his lungs is pressure, insistent and smothering. He tries to take a breath, but it wheezes in his throat. He coughs, and once he’s started he can’t stop.

He doubles over, there in the hallway; this time, there’s not just one or two petals. This time it’s dozens, a whole cascade of blue.

Prompto keeps going until he’s dizzy, keeps going until his lungs feel clear and he can gasp for air.

Noct loops an arm around him, holding him steady. He’s asking, voice low with concern, whether Prompto’s all right. His tone is comforting; his body heat feels like a miniature sun, pressed up against Prompto’s side.

Suddenly, Prompto can’t breathe again.

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“No,” says Noct. “Flowers.”

His voice drifts in from the hallway, through the cracked-open door: one half of a phone call. Whatever this conversation is about, Prompto woke up in the middle of it – so now here he is, lying back in his bed, trying not eavesdrop.

“Yes, I realize how ridiculous that sounds!” Noct snaps. “I’d think it was something out of a kid’s book, if I hadn’t been watching him do it for literal months.”

There’s a pause. Then Noct’s voice comes again – softer, more strained. “I know. I’m sorry.” A pause. “He kept saying he was fine.”

It’s true. Prompto’s been trying to tell himself that for years now. It was second nature to tell Noct, too – grin and suppress the coughing, and try to ignore that his breathing’s been getting worse by the day.

“Because he passed out on the subway this afternoon,” Noct says. “Look, I just – can you come? He doesn’t have insurance, and I can’t get ahold of his parents.”

There’s silence in the hall. Then Noct says, “Thanks, Specs.”

There’s nothing else for a long time. Then, finally, the door creaks open. Noct looks tired. His eyes are red around the edges.

“Hey,” he says. “Welcome back. How are you feeling?”

“Not bad,” says Prompto, but his voice is that breathy whisper that seems to be all he has the air for, these days.

“Yeah,” says Noct. “Well. I talked to Ignis. He’s gonna try and pull some strings to get you in to see the Citadel doctor.”

Before Prompto can even open his mouth to protest, Noct’s holding up a hand. “Just – let me do this, okay? I’m worried about you.”

Noct crosses over to the bed and gives him a weary smile – sets a hand on his. Prompto’s heart kicks into overdrive, and he does his best to offer a smile in return.

“Thanks, dude,” he rasps, and Noct’s fingers squeeze, and gods. Gods, now is the worst time ever for another coughing fit – but he doubles over, hacking and choking, and Noct rubs his back until he’s done.

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The Citadel doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Neither does the specialist they bring in from Altissia.

All they know is that there’s honest-to-gods plant matter in his lungs, and it’s screwing with their ability to actually be lungs, and that’s all stuff Prompto could have told them without the hundred and twenty-seven different tests they’ve put him through.

He got to see the x-rays, though, and those were sort of cool. Kinda pretty, like some abstract art piece.

He told his mom that, when they finally got her on the phone. He still feels bad for making her cry.

Prompto’s been sleeping a lot, lately. The cough medicine they’ve got him on is the good stuff, but even with it, he can barely hold it together. When it gets bad, he curls up on his side and presses a pillow against himself, tight as he can. Doctor’s orders, ever since he coughed so hard he cracked a rib.

The only good part of the whole thing is Noct.

They’ve moved Prompto into the Citadel for treatment, so they see each other every day, now. Noct sits by the bedside and holds his hand – rubs his thumb up and down over the knuckles. They watch dumb movies on TV, and sometimes they play video games, and when Noct gets tired of sitting in the chair, he comes and curls up on the bed, right by Prompto.

The doctor won’t give him a number, but there’s probably not much time left.

Prompto can’t think of a better way to spend it.

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“Hey,” Prompto says, one afternoon, voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” says Noct.

Outside the window, the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold. Something in Prompto twists at the thought of it. He always kind of wanted to take photos of the view from Noct’s balcony, at this time of day, after he saved up for that camera he wanted.

He guesses he’s never going to get the chance, now.

“I’ve been thinking,” says Prompto, and then he trails off. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.

“Prom?” says Noct.

“I know you’re the prince,” Prompto says at last. “And you can get pretty much whatever you want.”

“What the hell?” Noct starts to say, but Prompto lifts a hand to cut him off, and he falls silent.

“It’s true, dude,” says Prompto. “Just go with it for now, okay?” He stops again. Swallows. “But if you want anything of mine, like – for anything. Just to hold onto. You can have whatever you want.”

Noct’s staring at him, eyes wide and stricken. The look on his face is all naked hurt.

“You’ve still got the spare key, right?” says Prompto. “Just let yourself in. Mom booked passage back from Accordo, but I don’t think – she might not make it in time. So when you’re ready, just, like – just go and take whatever.”

Noct’s hand is clenched around his, so hard it hurts.

Prompto means to add more, but that burning sensation is back in his lungs again. He has to give in – coughs until he’s light-headed and reeling with lack of air.

He’s aware, vaguely, that Noct’s there right beside him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers, reaching out to thread through his hair – softly, gently, the way you’d soothe a skittish puppy.

It feels nice.

Even after the ache in his lungs eases up, Noct stays there, just petting his hair.

Noct cries, but Prompto doesn’t call him out on it.

===

Noct stays the night.

He’s red-eyed and miserable, face puffy, and when Ignis comes to collect him at the end of the evening, he refuses to be moved.

The bed’s big enough for the both of them – the benefits of being holed up in the Citadel, instead of a hospital – and when the coughing wakes him, Noct’s there to rub his back while he works through it and press a cup of water into his hands when he’s done.

The coughing’s not so bad, though. He feels better than he has in a long time, that night.

In the morning, when he wakes, Noct’s arms are twined around him.

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The new x-rays come back, and Prompto stares down at them.

He stares up at the doctor.

“What?” he says, dumbly.

“The growth receded sixty-five percent,” says the doctor. “In the past two days. We think it may be a reaction to the new medication you’re on.”

He’s aware of Noct at his side, a warm weight against him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers twined through his own.

Prompto cries, but Noct doesn’t call him out on it.

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Within a week, the x-rays show that his lungs are clear. Within two weeks, for the first time in years, he can take a full breath again without any pain.

He can get out of bed again and walk across a room. He goes a full 24 hours without coughing once.

When his mother makes it back from Accordo, he’s well enough to launch himself at her and cling, as hard as he can. She presses kisses into his hair, and promises that his father will be home next week, and rocks him the way she used to do when he was very small.

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It’s afternoon, and the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold.

Prompto’s off bed rest, finally; they’re hanging out at Noct’s place, eating popcorn and playing video games.

The scoreboard in 2 Fast 4 You is still up on the TV, showcasing how he just crashed a sleek red car into hundreds of cheering spectators, but suddenly Prompto’s attention is somewhere else. His gaze wanders from the screen to the window – to the way the light catches the dust motes in the air at just the right angle, turning them to liquid gold.

“Hey,” says Prompto. “C'mere a minute.”

He grabs Noct by the hand – drags him onto the balcony of his apartment. They take seventeen selfies, most with dumb faces, some very few actually decent. Insomnia stretches out behind them, buildings glinting glass and steel, cars no bigger than ants.

When Prompto leans over to show Noct the shots, their shoulders press together. He’s suddenly, painfully aware of how close they’re standing.

Noct’s face is bare inches from his own.

Noct’s lips are parted, just a little.

Noct leans down to kiss him, and in the instant before their lips touch, Prompto just has time to think how lucky he is.

anonymous asked:

okay here's my longgg WIW thought: AU where teen Nat breaks free of her conditioning/handlers in the late 90s! and starts working on her own side, trying to stealthily eliminate the Red Room and any other organization that relies heavily on brainwashing, b/c she never wants anyone to go through what she did. After a few months, she realizes that someone is helping her behind the scenes--covering her tracks electronically, dropping her hints about where the next cell might be, etc. 1/10

She should be freaked out that someone discovered her, can FOLLOW her, and she is, she’s terrified, but–this person is helping her. this person could have turned her in at any time. so it’s either someone who genuinely wants to help or someone who’s playing a long con to get her. she decides not to let her guard down around this person but to cautiously take their help–double-checking with outside sources before she goes off to do anything on their say-so, though. After a year she 2/10

gets an email that just has the location of a post box. She memorizes it, and when she checks her email again the next day, the message is gone. When she finds the box, she sees that her ghost has left her some new intel along with… some kind of electronic weapon? And instructions. She’s suspicious but she makes someone she’s about to kill test it out and her eyes go wide with delight. She quickly grows to love her new weapon. Her ghost keeps giving her intel/suggestions, but now every 3/10

few months there’s an upgrade, too. After a couple times of this she leaves a message in the box for them, b/c it’s the only way she can think of to contact them, saying thank you. Somehow that turns into the two of them corresponding through letters, and she becomes very fond of her ghost. They’ll never tell her who they are or give any hints, but the two of them talk about everything and nothing, play long games of chess over months, gossip over marked-up fashion magazines and about new 4/10

movies coming out. She feels like she gets to know her ghost very well. Like she can trust them. They have inside jokes! She thinks about them often. She thinks of them as a friend. She still tries to be wary but she knows, though she doesn’t want to admit it, that she’s compromised. She just hopes that they don’t give her away, and wishes she wasn’t so weak that she liked them so much. // ENTER THE WINTER SOLDIER. On a mission in the early 2000s he breaks free of his conditioning and 5/10

runs off to start his own crusade against HYDRA. He and Nat run into each other a few times on jobs they’ve both decided to take. They circle each other warily and exchange some blows, but nothing serious. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Eventually she sends a message to her ghost and asks if they think the man is trustworthy. Her ghost comes back saying that the Winter Soldier has been reported missing and maybe this guy is him? Maybe they should bring him in on their project if 6/10

he hates brainwashing too. (Nat gets a warm feeling she quickly squashes when her ghost calls it ‘their’ project.) So she starts talking to the soldier when they run into each other and eventually he comes to find her one day and asks her what her deal is. She explains, asks if he wants to join them. He shrugs and that’s that, he’s now part of their op. Nat’s ghost starts calling him James because ‘he looks like Bucky Barnes, Nat, tell me you don’t see it!’ and slowly over time James gets 7/10

enmeshed into their friendship and letters and starts remembering more about his personality and some memories. So Nat’s ghost becomes THEIR ghost, and things are good. When a month goes by without hearing from their ghost, they don’t worry too much. But they’ve never gone more than two without hearing from them, so they DO worry after their ghost is silent that long. Nat thinks maybe she’s suddenly getting what more she could want to make her happy. What’s been missing. What she hasn’t 8/10

been admitting to herself about James and their ghost, and feelings. Futures. Families. Then she’s absently watching the news and they’re reporting on Tony Stark’s disappearance again–and she sits bolt upright. Tony Stark been missing for two months, Tony Stark is a mechanical genius, Tony Stark… and the pieces fall into place. She feels immense fury boiling inside of her at the thought that someone has their ghost held captive. No.He belongs with her and James. Heads will roll for this. 9/10

Cue a rescue mission to Afghanistan! (Sidenote: I imagine Tony was born ten years later in this au, but his parents still died in 1991. Obie took over the company until Tony would be old enough to take it on, leaving him a bored teenager in the late 90s trawling around on the internet while getting his second phd when he found Natasha. Tony of course has been in love with both of them and known it practically from meeting each but didn’t think they’d want him or it could work out.) 10/10


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I’m fine, I’m fine, just sitting here, crying and petting this beautiful headcanon. I don’t even know what to say. There is nothing to say. THIS IS PERFECTION! THANK YOU YOU BRILLIANT WONDERFUL ANON MAY YOUR MIND CONTINUE TO GIFT YOU WITH THESE BREATHTAKING IDEAS!!!

(I’m sorry I’m sorry, I just can’t resist: Nat and James are in the middle of fighting these pathetic terrorists who dared taking their ghost–and they’d enjoy the fight a lot more if it wasn’t for that cold, dreadful worry, that desperate need to find their ghost and make sure he’s okay–when a fucking metal suit starts blasting these bastards apart with the sort of blind fury they can appreciate but know to be wary off. Which is a good thing, because once the last of the Ten Ring guys is dead, James is almost too slow to avoid one of the blasts, and then suddenly the metal suit is on his knees, crying and apologising and it’s all very messy but they’ve got their ghost back and really that’s the only thing that matters, isn’t it?)

anonymous asked:

51 and/or 75 for Jamilton, if possible? That would be really nice!!

I’ve done 75 below, and I’ll write 51 separately tomorrow!

75“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Hamilton wondered what the record was for days gone without sleep. A quick Google search told him that it was eleven days. Hamilton had been awake for almost ten. He could feel the long arm of sleep gently tugging at his sweater sleeve, but he shook it off and drank another mouthful of now cold coffee. He needed to finish this plan. Just a few more paragraphs, and then it was done.

Hours passed, and Hamilton came out of his tunnel vision to find that it was dawn and the plan was finished. He sighed as he pressed print. Jefferson would probably find a million holes in the document’s logic, but Hamilton was so tired that he didn’t even care. After giving the plan to Washington, he could sleep for as long as he wanted. He just needed to stay awake for long enough to actually make it into the office.

Hamilton’s vision was blurry as he walked down the busy pavement, and everything sounded as if it was coming from the other end of a long tunnel. He was barely awake enough to keep from knocking into people as he walked. Eventually he made it into the building, saying an exhausted hello to the receptionist, and waited for the elevator while trying desperately not to drift off.

“Hamilton.”

The voice behind him jarred him awake. “Jefferson,” he replied.

“You look like hell. More so than usual,” Jefferson said, sneering.

“Well excuse me if I’m too busy being productive to spend five hours every morning trying to look decent.”

That shut Jefferson up.

The elevator ride was even more uncomfortable. In a way, Hamilton wanted to continue the conversation, if only to prevent him from falling asleep. But his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to produce any good conversation topics. So, they both walked out of the elevator having said nothing.

Hamilton made his way straight to Washington’s office with his plan, typed up with perfect formatting, size 12 font, double spaced, with page numbers and clearly labelled graphs. He knocked on the door.

“Come in. Oh, good morning Alexander.”

“Good morning, sir. Here’s the plan you wanted.”

Washington stared at the one-hundred-and-twenty-page plan Hamilton handed to him. “I only asked you to do this ten days ago. I wasn’t expecting it for another month.”

Hamilton shrugged. “It’s just a first draft. I wanted to do it as soon as possible so that I could make any changes you wanted.”

Washington frowned. “You have been sleeping though, haven’t you?”

Hamilton nodded. “Of course,” he lied.

“Mm-hmm. Well, thanks for that Alexander. I’ll see you in this morning’s meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

The meeting was uneventful. Well, it was from Hamilton’s point of view, as he was constantly trying to keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt heavier than they ever had. and he was unsure whether even the strongest espresso could help him now. Washington’s voice was getting further and further away, and Hamilton had no idea what he was talking about any more. Maybe he could just sit and listen with his eyes closed…?

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The Recruit (Chapter 15) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 75, Part III”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff and family bonding, a littttttle bit of smut at the very end.

A.N.: Mitch and Steven Rapp tho… and YES. I split one day into three separate chapters. sue me. they had a good day. :’)

Summary: Mitch and Y/n meet up with Mitch’s brother, Steven, and finish out their first day in Manhattan.

Additional Note: I will literally never write a single DOB character as anything less than a rabid Mets fan.

Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Mitch?! Holy shit, is that you?” A handsome, light brown haired man approached the couple. He looked like Mitch, but with less moles and his hair was gelled and parted to the side. He wore a well-fitting black suit and was about the same height as his brother. His smile lit up his entire face when he saw his long-lost brother.

“Steve.” Mitch wrapped his brother up in a bear hug in the lobby of the lavishly decorated restaurant.

“I barely recognized you, man. You’re… you’re fucking swoll.” Steven looked stunned. “And that’s a great fucking suit. Where’d you get it?”

“Y/n literally had it made for me and they were finishing tailoring it less than fifteen minutes ago down at Brooks Brother’s by your apartment. That’s why we’re a little late. I didn’t have anything to wear.” Mitch pulled you in front of him, in between him and his brother.

“Y/n.. holy sh-” Mitch gave Steven a look, and Steven grinned. “You are triple the amount of beauty that Mitch described you to be, and you whipped him up real nice too. It’s really nice to meet you.” Steven gave you a quick hug and a genuine smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. I almost feel like we’ve met before,” You grinned up at Mitch, letting him recall the time that he stole his brother’s identity to use as his own when the recruits infiltrated a college reunion. Mitch smirked and dug his hands into his pockets sheepishly. “Mitch has told me so much about you.”

“Mr. Rapp, your table is ready. Follow me please.” The hostess eyed Steven and Mitch. They were both ridiculously handsome and well put together. Steven gestured for you to go first, and Mitch rested his hand in the small of your back, letting you lead the way.

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Last Summer || Jason Blossom

Prompt from anon: hey! can you do a jason x reader before all that shit went down where they’re on a relationship and reader is going through some stuff with her parents fighting and depression, so jason takes reader to a cottage far away from everything and they just talk at the beach in the evening in front of a campfire and lots of fluff after all that angst :-) sorry i’m so demanding, amazing if you can do this!! love your blog and you’re a great writer. x

A/N: This was fun to write! Hope you enjoy! Also, Y/F/I is Your First Initial. :)

Gif by @juggiehead

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Saturday. 9:32 am. Jason Blossom’s house.

Ding!

Jason looked away from the video game he was playing to glance down at his lit-up phone.

(1) new message from Y/N L/N

The ginger paused his game and put his controller down, picking up his phone. He unlocked it, reading your message.

You there? -Y/F/I

He quickly typed out a reply.

Yeah, I’m here. What’s up? -J

Just as he was about to put his phone down, it dinged! again.

It’s my parents. -Y/F/I

Jason sat up straighter as he typed out his reply. Ever since you and Jason started dating eight months ago, you had constantly kept him updated on your family’s situation. Your parents seemed to love to fight and the only time they weren’t at each other’s throats was when they were sleeping.

Are they fighting again? -J

Yeah. And it’s really bad this time. -Y/F/I

How are you feeling? -J

Another thing Jason knew about from dating you. He knew about your depression. For the last eight months, he had been right next to you during your highs and lows, supporting you and helping you through them.

Honestly? Bad. Really bad. I’m exhausted and I feel horrible. -Y/F/I

Jason thought for a second. He had to do something. He got an idea and typed out instructions to you.

Pack an overnight bag. I’ll be at your house in fifteen minutes. Don’t ask. Just do it. Trust me. -J

After a couple minutes of silence, Jason’s phone lit up again.

Okay. -Y/F/I

Jason quickly got up and raced to his room, throwing together a quick overnight bag. After grabbing his keys, he said a quick goodbye to his parents and Cheryl before he left his house, jumping into his car and driving towards your house.

When Jason parked outside your house, he could hear your parents yelling from inside and winced. A second later, he saw your front door open as you rushed out of your house, bag in hand, jumping in the ginger’s car.

“Just drive,” you said as you put your seatbelt on.

Jason obeyed, speeding away.

“So where are we going?” you asked as you looked towards your boyfriend.

Jason smiled.

“That’s a surprise. And it’ll take us a while to get there so I suggest you take a nap or something. You did say you were exhausted.” he said as he turned the radio on, a song from the seventies beginning to play softly.

You sighed, nodding.

“Okay.” you said as you closed your eyes.

When Jason looked over at you ten minutes later, you were out like a light.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you were on a bed in an unfamiliar room. You sat up and looked around the room.

Where were you?

You heard clattering from outside your room and decided to investigate. You cracked open your bedroom door and saw Jason picking up some fallen pots. He was in a small kitchen that seemed to double as a living room. You realized you were in a cottage and it was only then that Jason noticed you standing in the doorway.

“Y/N!” he said. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

You shook your head.

“No, don’t worry about it. Where are we?” you asked as you looked around the windowless room.

Jason smiled as he put the pots in his hands on the counter.

“Come with me,” he said as he held his hand out.

You took it hesitantly and he led you to the back door.

“Ready?” he asked, beaming.

You nodded and he swung the door open. Your mouth dropped and your eyes widened as you looked around. You were right on the beach, the ocean mere feet away from you. The crystal clear waters shone under the bright sun and the shoreline stretched for miles. No one else was there except you and your boyfriend. You turned back to Jason.

“Wh-How—”

“Okay, so I may have gotten a cottage on a private beach for my twelfth birthday that I didn’t tell you about.” he said.

You let out a breathless laugh.

“How could you not tell me about all this?” you laughed as you looked around.

Jason shrugged.

“I guess I was saving it for when you really needed it. A surprise, a place to escape. Something to make you smile.” he said shyly.

You beamed and pulled the ginger in for a kiss.

“Thank you,” you said softly when the two of you pulled away. “I love it.”

Jason smiled.

“You want to go swimming?”

You sighed.

“I wish,” you said. “But I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

Jason smiled at you wolfishly.

“We don’t need bathing suits,” he murmured in your ear. “We’re all alone here. No one’ll bother us.”

You blushed at his words but decided to play along.

“Alright,” you said as you pulled your shirt off, making Jason’s eyes widen. “Don’t just look at me. Take it off.”

After a day of frolicking and swimming in the ocean, you and Jason decided to start a bonfire to keep the two of you warm from the cool night air that was settling in. You and the jock were silent as the two of you lay next to each other, Jason’s arm around you, you snuggling into his chest. The two of you stargazed together as you listened to the crackling of the fire in front of you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Jason looked down at you.

“For all of this. I appreciate it a lot.” you continued.

Jason smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Of course,” he said. “I love you, Y/N. I only want the very best for you.”

Your heart melted at his words.

“I love you too, Jason. I always will.” you said softly.

You snuggled into his side again and Jason held you tighter to him, never wanting to let you go.

You had no way of knowing how much those three words to him would come back to haunt you.

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apprenticedmagician  asked:

6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore. - Andreil fight, mayhaps???

Andrew knew something had shifted when feelings started to break through his drug fueled haze.  At first, it was weak, just fleeting impressions sneaking through when he approached sobriety.  There was fear, the urge to run, and, most improbably, every once in awhile he actually cared about Exy.  The anger, the stubbornness, those he recognised, those could almost be his own, but the longing to be a part of the family, that was something that he had stomped out long ago.

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Young!Sirius Black x Reader Imagine

So here it is, a new Sirius Black imagine.

Originally posted by bentbarnes

You, (Y/N) (Y/L/L) were standing in the middle of the Great Hall staring at your best friend Lily in disbelief. She was saying something now, but you didn’t hear her, you just couldn’t. Your mouth was open a little and your brain was processing the words, sentences, this whole situation that Lily just told you.

It was Monday and it was going as dull as Mondays usually go, but no, not until Lily rushed over to you this morning, angry about that Potter…again.

“Can you believe it, (y/n)?” Lily spoke to you. “That Potter idiot asked me out, yet again!”. You couldn’t help but smile, that boy won’t give up easily. Secretly you knew Lily liked him and she liked the attention he gave her, but she wouldn’t admit that to you, not even to herself. 

“He’s rude and arrogant, but this time he crossed the line.” she said as she tored her toast apart. What could that poor boy possibly say, you thought.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting Lily?” you chuckled. Lily gave you a serious look and shook her head.

“Wait until you hear this, (y/n). This..this is going to upset you. And that’s okay, because that Black is nothing but a git, just like his friend. I can believe these two-”

“Wait what?” you interrupted her. First she was speaking of James Potter, then suddenly she mentioned Black. As in Sirius Black? The handsomest guy in school? The boy, every girl in Hogwarts dreams about? The one whose smile makes your heart melt and sigh, knowing you will never be able to call him your own? You shook your head, time to return to reality. But, after all the truth was, Sirius Black had every, EVERY girl at his feet. Except for Lily, she was all over James.

“Black? Sirius Black? What did he want?” you ask Lily and begged her to speak more slowly and calmly.

Lily sighed, she was now beginning to tell you what happened, all over again.

“(y/n), this morning James freaking Potter,” she imitated his behaviour, “stopped me in our common room, with his charming best friend, Sirius Black. First Potter was trying to get me bet he’s going to catch the snitch in the next Quidditch game, then the two started asking questions about you. Well, Sirius mostly, but anyway, they were somehow wondering if me and you would go on a double date with them this Friday. To Hogsmeade. Can. You. Believe. It?” she explained, like Peter Pettigrew asked her out. for Godric’s sake, you were screaming inside yourself.

“No.” you breathed out, you still couldn’t believe, The Sirius Black was asking you on a date. Well, on a double date, but that probably meant he wanted to go with you, not Lily, because Lily was James’. You needed to calm down.
“Lily,” you began “are you sure? Did Sirius really say that?”

Lily sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know it’s hard to believe, but unfortunately, yes.”

You smiled to yourself like an idiot. You were in heaven. Yes it was Monday and the weather was boring and you were tired, but the news that Lily told you right now, brightened up your whole day.

“What? Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me you want to go?” Lily asked you.

You blushed and said nothing.

“(Y/N)! Did I miss something?”

You placed your hands on your knees and took a deep breath.

“I like him Lily. I really do. He’s sweet, handsome and so funny. I’m sorry if I don’t fulfill your expectations of how I should feel about him, but the truth is, he makes my knees weak, I-I..I think he’s an incredible prankster and his smile..” you sighed.

The redheaded girl looked at you in disbelief.

There was a long silence.

“How come you never told me?” Lily asked quietly.

“Well..I thought it didn’t matter.”

Lily put her head in hands and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked your friend.

“Oh (Y/N), I’m so sorry..I was so dumb. I have no idea how could I..I mean..”

You were confused. Lily was acting really weird. There was something you didn’t know.

As Lily finally looked at you, she started to explain the whole story, the story you were clueless about. A month ago, James Potter came up to her, when she was studying in library. She thought he will ask her out again and rolled her eyes at him, when he approached her.

“Go away Potter, can’t you see I am busy?” She asked the curly boy, while reading her Potions book.

James smiled to the girl, he had crush on since their first grade.

“Don’t worry Lily dear, I won’t bother you with our dates that unfortunately didn’t happen yet.” he spoke.

Lily chuckled. “Oh what a delightful relief. So, what are you here for then?”

James looked around an empty library, wondering if someone’s listening.

“You know Sirius, he..likes this girl and-”

Lily started to laugh. “Really? Which one is his target this week? Marlene McKinnon?”

James gave her a serious look.

“No, he likes your friend - (Y/N) (L/N).”

Now Lily gave him a death glare.

She continued on with the story, how James told her that Sirius likes you and that she didn’t believe that he genuinely likes you, because she flirted and shagged with half of school’s girl population.

“I did a mistake..I told James you hate Sirius.”

Your smile faded and you looked at her with your sad eyes.

“What? Why?”

Lily shook her head. “I thought you did. You know..like I hate James.”

“You don’t hate James, Lily. You like him, as much as he likes you, but you won’t admit that to yourself, because you’re too proud.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “That’s not true!”

You chuckled. “Yes it is, Lils and you know it. But before you assume I hate someone, again, make sure that is true.”

You said before you walked out of the room. You made your way to your dorm and prepared your school belongings. It’s going to be a long day, you thought.

After dinner, you decided to go to read your favorite book in the Gryffindor common room and as you were just about to sit down, someone called your name.

You turned around and saw Hogwarts’s most beautiful face - it was Sirius Black. He smiled at you and stepped closer.

“Yes?” you said with your most calm voice, but it was hard, since his presence gave you shivers down your spine.

He smiled again, revealing his white teeth.

“I hope I don’t interrupt you, I just want to talk to you.” He said politely.

You gave him a smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

Sirius put his hands in his pockets and looked down at you, yes you were a few inches smaller than him. Which made him even more attractive.

“Lily spoke to James this morning.” He began.

You looked away, you knew exactly what that meant. She probably told him that you like Sirius and now you were embarrassed.

Sirius chuckled and said in his low voice “She notified him that you don’t hate me.”

“And that..” he said while leaning closer to you, “made me very happy.”

You smiled. “Why?” was all you could manage to blur out.

“Because I like you. I don’t think that’s a big secret. Everyone seems to know that..except for you.”

He sighed when you said nothing and just stared at you for a couple of minutes.

“…I understand if you don’t feel the same, I just wanted-”

“I do.”

“What’“

“I said that I do. I do feel the same.”

Sirius’ smile grew wider.

“That’s good to know.” he said.


This one sucks. It really sucks. Maybe I should do part two and fix it? I don’t know. I hope u r not reading this and laughing, because it’s stupid and so bad. I am tired and in a bad mood. sorry

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 37) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Šurpu”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Zachary Pillit, Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: This played out in my head like an episode of Teen Wolf and it makes me love it so much because of that, I hope that’s how it reads. Also, I was in the shower before I wrote this chapter and I almost got out with conditioner stilll in my hair just to get down the conversations before I forgot them… the things I am willing to do for this series.

Summary: Four days before the full moon, nearing the beginning of August, Y/n, Liam, Malia, Scott and Zachary gather at the Beacon Hills High gymnasium with a plot to lure and destroy the rabisu, using the Šurpu, an ancient incantation that could be the key to finally ridding Beacon Hills of the archaic demons.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chapter Thirty-Eight

Originally posted by fandoms-broke-my-life

“You okay?” Scott asked, gently rubbing your shoulder, as you both walked through the halls of his old high school, heading towards the gym.

You kept up with Scott’s pace and adjusted the tote bag over your shoulder. You glanced over at Scott and looked down at the sleeping bag in your left hand and the pillow shoved under your arm. You sighed. “I’m….. really scared.” You finally admitted to your Alpha.

“Yea, I am too. I keep thinking, like, what if we can’t actually get rid of these things? What happens to Beacon Hills? It’s been hard enough keeping people contained to their houses at night for just a month. People will leave and Beacon Hills will become a ghost town. Plus the last time we fought something like this, it was the Oni and Allison died… I’m just nervous.” Scott worried out loud.

You contorted your face to the side as you set down your backpack, sleeping bag, and pillow in the middle of the basketball court in the gym of Beacon Hills High School. “Somehow, I hadn’t even thought of any of that.” You said with some agitation.

“Uh… that was not meant to add any extra pressure or freak you out more…”

“And yet…” You pursed your lips and widened your eyes at Scott.

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