Summary; After a short battle with cancer, you leave behind your husband and daughter to to and live on without you. Everything about your daughter reminds Jaebum of you; and he tries his best not to let it tear him apart.
WARNING: this scenario contains mentions of Death, Cancer, Tumours and grief after losing a wife/mother.
It had been exactly 7 years to the day since the sound of
your singing echoed throughout the halls of the Im residence – exactly 7 years
to the day since your now 14 year old daughter and your widowed husband Jaebum
finally laid you to rest after you lost an 8 month battle to cancer.
au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.
Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.
Dean Winchester is not one of these.
Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and
And he never, ever gets caught.
Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.
He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.
“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.
“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.
“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.
This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.
And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.
After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.
He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.
He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.
Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.
Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.
Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.
Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.
He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.
Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.
Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”
Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”
“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“
"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”
Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.
“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”
Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”
“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”
They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.
Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.
"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.
Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”
And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.
Are you still taking reverse!crush prompts? Cause I have an idea about Chat telling Ladybug that he is sad and hurt because the girl he loves (Marinette) rejects him and in the end she comforts him,without knowing that she is that girl who broke her kitty's heart
(So you have asked anon. So it shall be.)
“I can’t do this Nino.” Adrien whispered, his nerves getting to him.
The blond model peeked over at the table that Alya and Marinette were sitting at. He could see his blunette crush talk and smile as she was conversing with her best friend.
“Dude, calm down.” His bespectacled best friend urged as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You can do this. You have been saying for months that you would confess to Marinette. Do you remember what you told me you would do if you didn’t confess before the end of the school year?”
Adrien remembered all too well what he agreed he would do. He said he would be Nino’s servant for the whole summer. This was something he would rather avoid.
“I remember.” Adrien sighed. The teen took a deep calming breathe. “Okay, I am going to do it.”
“That’s the spirit!” Nino cheered.
“As soon as she is on her own.” Adrien stated, thinking that it would buy him time.
“Just give me a second.” Nino smirked as he walked over to where Alya and Marinette were sitting.
Adrien watched as he somehow quickly convinced Alya to get up and leave with him. Just before the two were out of sight, they both flashed the model a thumbs up.
“That sneaky little..” Adrien muttered for a second. He then turned his attention back to the lovely blunette. She had pulled out her design book and seemed to be intently working.
“You going to chicken out again?” a voice sounded from Adrien’s jacket pocket. Adrien looked down to see his black cat like kwami popping out of his pocket and looking at him with a cocky eye roll.
“I… I’m just getting my thoughts together… I will in a second, Plagg.” Adrien muttered unconvincingly.
“Just imagine you are in you are chat noir and say how you feel. Oh wait, you are chat noir.” Plagg pointed out. The kwami went back into his pocket to most likely eat cheese.
Adrien knew his kwami was right. he had to face this head on. No more avoiding it, he was going to tell her how he felt.
Adrien slowly walked over to Marinette. As he arrived at the table, Marinette looked up to see Adrien smiling shyly at her.
“Hey Adrien. How is everything?” Marinette asked with her usual cute demeanor.
Adrien felt his pulse pound hard as he knew what he had to do.
“Im good.. How about you?” Adrien said, mentally slapping himself for stalling.
“I am good. I’m just working on some designs. Do you need anything?” Marinette questioned innocently.
“Need anything? W-what do you mean?” Adrien tried to keep himself steady.
“Nino came by earlier and said you had something to tell me.” Marinette explained. “Also he told me to give you this. Don’t worry, I didnt read it”
Marinette handed a folded up piece of paper to Adrien. The blonde model unfolded it and read it in his head.
‘I set it up so you don’t stall this time. We are rooting for you.
signed: Alya and Nino.’
Adrien both loved and hated the two of them for making him unable to sidestep his way out of this.
He crumpled up the paper and put in his bag.
“Actually, there is something I need to tell you….” Adrien felt goosebumps as he felt the tension rise. he was going to do it.
Marinette began noticing that her blonde friend is starting to get nervous. “Is something wrong?”
“No.. no it isn’t anything bad really… well depending on your response.” Adrien stammered, wishing Nino was here to help him not word vomit.
“Okay…” Marinette said a bit confused by Adrien’s words but still listening.
Adrien could feel his nerves screaming at him to run. His legs shaking, ready to bolt on a moment’s notice. But just as he was prepared to run. Plagg’s words ran through his mind.
‘Just imagine you are in you are chat noir and say how you feel.’
Adrien felt his body finally steady itself. He was going to do this.
“Marinette, ever since I came to this school, you have been such a kind and caring person to me. You are one of the few people that treat me… like me. I never got to tell you how much that meant to me.” Adrien began.
Marinette lit up at the teen’s words. She closed her design book and stood up.
“Adrien… it is no big deal. You are someone whose is close to me. Of course I wouldn’t treat you any differently.” Marinette replied, her smile shining like a light.
Adrien suddenly placed his hand on her shoulders. She looked at his eyes to see him looking right at her own.
“There is more. You have been such a kind person, yet you are so confident, so strong, and so passionate about what you do, it is inspiring. Seeing you do that, makes me want to be a better person. Seeing you, just being you, is something amazing.”
Marinette felt a faint blush from his kind words.
“I didn’t know you thought so highly of me. I am just a normal girl, just living my life.” Marinette said softly.
“And that is what makes you so amazing Marinette. You live your life, and you don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. It is one of the many things I really like about you…” Adrien’s face starting to glow red as he spoke.
It quickly became clear to Marinette what was going on.
“I guess what I am trying to say is… I am in love with you Marinette.” Adrien confessed. He lowered his head, waiting for a response.
His words hung in the air for what seemed like forever, until they were cut by what Marinette said next.
“I am flattered that you feel that way Adrien. You are one of my closest friends, I am sorry but I can’t return your feelings. I am in love with someone else.”
Adrien felt his heart break apart at each one of her words hit his ears. Each piece of his heart shattering into more pieces. It was more painful then any physical blow he had ever felt.
“I..I see. I understand…” Adrien whispered barely audible to her. He removed his hands from her shoulders, which went limp to his sides.
“Its fine Marinette… Ill be fine… We will be fine… I just… need to.. go… photo shoot and …stuff.”
Adrien walked away, unable to hear anything over the sound of his heart shattering. After he was out of her sight, he ran!
He ran as fast as he could until he was completely on his own.
“Plagg! Claws out!”
The moon was hovering over a rooftop where a certain Black cat superhero was perched.
His eyes staring intently over the city of Paris. He didnt want to seem vulnerable, but he was. He knew in his current emotional state, he could possibly be akumatized. Plagg said it would be impossible because of his miraculous, but he rather be transformed for a bit, just to be safe and to just not be Adrien for a while.
While he was out, he stopped several petty thefts, a few muggings, and a street fight. But this didn’t help Chat noir feel any better.
“You seem to be active tonight kitty.” A familiar voice rang in his ears. He quickly put on a fake smile and turned around to greet his red clad partner.
“I am always active my Lady.” Chat noir exclaimed, perhaps a bit too ham-like.
Ladybug stared at the cat for a second, she could feel something was bothering him.
“What is with the stare? I know I pull off the suit rather well, purrhaps you are noticing my toned…”
“Please tell me whats wrong.” Ladybug spoke suddenly, her words catching the cat off guard. He looked to see her eyes filled with worry.
“My lady, what could paws-sibly give you the idea that something is wrong?”
“A number of things actually.” Ladybug explained. “First of all, you are forcing your puns more then usual. Secondly, you are forcing your usual outgoing nature to the point where it seems fake. Lastly, your eyes… they are a bit puffy, as if you have been crying.”
Chat noir tried to rebuttal, he wanted to say it was from looking over the beauty of the city. Or that he got dirt in his eyes from a mugging he stopped, but the words seem to turn to sand on his tongue. He couldn’t lie to her pleading eyes.
“I… I am not okay.” He admitted, he hung his head at his partner.
Chat noir fell to his knees, the blunette hero felt her heart sink as she watched her cat crush look so destroyed. She walked over to him and knelt down at his level.
“Please tell me what happened Chat.” Ladybug pleaded as she places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I…I confessed my feelings to the girl I liked.” Chat noir admitted.
Ladybug felt a pang in her heart from the cat’s words.
‘The girl he liked?’
“I had been in love with her for a while. I had been her friend for sometime actually. I finally told her how I felt… she was in love with someone else.” Chat noir did everything he could not to break down again.
Ladybug saw her beloved partner looking so destroyed. What kind of girl would be stupid enough to turn a guy like him down? That thought alone made Ladybug pretty angry. If chat noir ever confessed to her, she would probably have died of happiness.
Ladybug pulled her partner in for a hug. The blond hero accepted the hug graciously, holding tightly to his partner.
“It will be okay Chat. I know it hurts, but you can make it though this.You will find someone who will love you just as you love them, who knows you might even know them already.” Ladybug comforted as she held him tightly. Ignoring her own hurting heart to help her friend.
After a minute or so, chat noir broke the hug. He looked up at his partner and smiled.
“Thank you, for helping me once again.” Chat noir thanked her.
“You would do the same for me.” Ladybug replied.
“Can I get one more hug?” Chat asked innocently.
Ladybug felt her old partner starting to go back to his normal self.
“Alright Kitty. Come here.” She said as she opened her arms to hug the cat.
The two hug and cat places a light peck on her forehead, the gesture left Ladybug’s face as bright red as her costume.
“Thank you, my lady.” He smiled softly before he took off into the night. Leaving the dazed ladybug touching her forehead.
who read about knights in shining armours and wanting to be one so bad
who was told that he was a wizard and his parents didnt believe the lady in the green hat for a long time but colin didnt need convincing
WHO CRAMMED HIS HEAD FULL OF EVERY BOOK HE COULD FIND ABOUT THE WIZARDING WORLD AND WANTED TO KNOW EVERYTHING
who could not stop talking about hogwarts the summer before his first year because ‘mum dad this is real im going to see unicorns and mermaids and see real life magic mum dad im going to learn to do these things’
'mum dad there’s this boy in this book called harry potter and he defeated the darkest wizard of all time mum dad he’s a year older than me MUM DAD WHAT IF HES AT HOGWARTS’
going to hogwarts for the first time and he’s tripping over his own feet at the platform and ’don’t worry dennis i promise i will take lots of photographs for you when i come home for christmas'
not being able to carry everything on his own bc he’s just so tiny and struggling to get his trunk and his things on the train but his camera falls out and this redhead girl picks it up for him with a bright smile
the sorting hat sitting on his head trying to work out what house he should be but colin has already seen harry potter and he already knows he wants to be a gryffindor so bad
taking lots of photographs of everything at hogwarts, especially harry potter, because he wants to remember all of this all and he wants to show this all to his little brother
getting petrified when he’s only eleven but he can’t remember any of it and he couldn’t go home for christmas or the easter holidays because he was lying in a hospital bed
learning that magic wasn’t always good and it was a hell lot dangerous than he signed up for but he doesn’t care
going home and telling his parents and brother that 'no its okay im okay i promise it was great’
telling his brother that he was going to be so excited until his parents told them that he should stop talking about it so much around his brother since the lady in the green hat said it was rare for even one wizard to appear in a muggle family, let alone two
colin not doubting for a second that his brother wasn’t a wizard
defending him to death ’no mum he’s a wizard just you wait i know he is’
getting told that wow indeed both of the brothers were wizards how extraordinary
OVEREXCITED COLIN AND DENNIS TOGETHER
'this is it dennis this is the dream we are both wizards we will be able to do magic’
telling dennis all about the great harry potter because can you believe it a real life hero we have a real life hero in front of us
staying up all night trying to bewitch the 'potter stinks’ badges into something better, even though his charm skills were one of the worst in the class
but he believed in harry, he really did
even when harry came back with cedric’s dead body and told the world that voldemort was rising again
signing up for dumbledores army because i am a gryffindor i can fight i can be a hero too
hearing his brother’s friend’s mother getting killed and this is not a game anymore this is something out of their control and they were probably going to die
grabbing his family before his sixth year and quick mum dad this is not the time anymore we are in danger you are in danger we need to hide
camping out with his parents and his brother to keep them safe
hearing the battle was about to start and ’im sorry dennis i need to go and fight, you stay here with mum and dad, keep them safe, but i need to go’
'colin you can’t, you will die, don’t go and fight’
'i have to im sorry’
neville passing colin in battle anD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU WILL DIE COLIN YOU ARE UNDERAGE GO BACK
'with all due respect i am also part of dumbledores army and i will stay and fight and SOD IT this is my home too now that i am protecting’
him saving madame pince in the battle from getting hit by a killing curse as she tried to get more kids into safety and stunning death eaters
using the impediment jinx over and over again because that was the first spell he could ever truly master the best in dumbledore’s army when they were all practising two years prior
passing more older students and all they say is whilst they shout spells is 'what are you doing here you’re underage’
and he sees the green spell coming to hit him and he knows he cannot escape this so he just thinks of how he wanted to be a hero and how sorry he was to his parents and how you’re going to be okay now dennis i promise i died so you can live in this wizarding world in peace
his brother finding out he’s dead long after the battle is finished and crying and screaming and he was the only brother i got he was so brave oh god colin what did you do
his death being awarded order of the merlin: first class but it wasn't enough for dennis because thats my brother dead i cannot have an award replace my brother i cannot talk to him and hug him anymore he is dead dead dead
finally understanding all those years later why his brother chose to go back into battle and fight
Wasn’t requested but I wanted to write a special little New Year fanfic for you all. I know New Year was about a week ago but it still makes sense to read it now. I’m sorry I haven’t written much recently but you know how college coursework is. Enjoy my lovelys!
Characters: Stiles, Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, mentions of Scott
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warnings: Some swearing, self hate(?)(Stiles), isolation(Stiles)
‘Stiles? Stiles!’ I starting to get frantic at this point. The last time I saw Stiles was at the New Years party yesterday. Stiles had left after he had kissed me at 12, just after me making my wish. He had ran off and Scott had told me not to follow him.
Its now been a good days since I’ve seen Stiles and was really starting to panic as well as think the worst things had happened to him. I had been searching the Stilinski household after unlocking the front door with the key he had gotten cut for her.
‘WHO’S THERE?! Y/N’ Shit!
‘Sorry Sir. I was looking for Stiles. I’ve not seen him recently and I was getting really worried. Was you already home? Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I just need to know if Stiles is okay? I was at the party and h-‘
‘Y/N! No, I wasn’t home. I was just coming back because I forgot my badge. Stiles has been in his room since New Year’s day. I haven’t seen him much. When I left the house about 30 minutes ago he shouted to me that he was going out for a walk and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. Is everything okay? Those bloody wolves haven’t been causing havoc again have they? You would tell me, Y/N. Wouldn’t you?
‘Of course I’d tell you. Nothing’s happened as far as I’m aware. If anything comes up, I will tell you. Did Stiles say where he was going?’
‘No worries. Sorry, I will be off now. Have a good day at work!’ And with that I ran out of the Stilinski house. I knew exactly where Stiles would been. There was a nice spot that only me and Stiles knew about. It was in the woods and over looked the town of Beacon Hills. It was beautiful and we had spent many a summers evening together when ever either one of us needed to get away from everything. It was our happy place that we had claimed for ourselves when we were very little. We would often play and chat there for hours. Even Scott didn’t know about it.
After a few minutes of running back to my house, I unlocked the door as my parents were having a ‘date day’ as they liked to call it. I grabbed my keys and made my way out to the driveway. I unlocked my black, 1967 mustang and floored it to the edge of the woods. I knew I wouldn’t find Stiles’ Jeep as he’d left if at his house.
Once I had arrived, I locked up my car and started walking. I refrained from calling out his name in case he didn’t want to talk and so walk off.
I reached the small clearing, I saw Stiles sitting on the bench we had made a few summers ago. It had taking us three whole days to make it as we kept goofing off.
I was about to call out his name when I heard him sniffling. ‘Y/N, why’d I have to do it? Why’d I have to kiss you like that? I’m sorry. Im so so sorry. I’ve ruined everything.’ He wasn’t talking to me, he was just crying into his hands. I couldn’t help it, my legs moved on their own accord. With tears streaming down my face, I ran towards him, knocked him off of the bench and crushed him on the floor.
‘Argh!’ Stiles announced. He pushed me off of him in fear and looked my in the eyes. Once he had realised that it has me he stood up, turned his back to me, wiped his eyes and began to walk away with out any explanation. I ran up to him and hugged him once again but this time from behind rather than side ways. ‘Let go of me, Y/N. Please.’ He whimpered.
‘No, Stiles. Just no. I can’t. Not until you talk to me. Not until you tell me what is wrong. I want to help you. Don’t even try to convince me that you are okay because I know that you’re not. The only time we come here by ourselves is when its something we really don’t want to tell the other or when the other goes away and we miss them. I’ve not gone anywhere so what’s wrong Stiles? Please tell me. You’re my best friend and I can stand to see you hurting.’
‘That just the problem, Y/N. I’m your best friend, nothing more. It’s been this way for a while. It’s now or never I suppose. I’ve never liked Lydia in the way I’ve lead you to believe. It’s all been a big cover up of the truth. It’s you, Y/N. It’s always been you. I’ve said to much, I’m sorry.’ He shrugged me off and started to walk away. I’ve loved Stiles since we were kids. My heart broke a little bit more each and every time he mentioned Lydia as I thought he’d never think of me like that. I guess I was wrong. I looked up in the direction that Stiles had walked off in.
‘Wait!’ And with that I run. I run until I was in front of him. I extended my arm and placed my hand on his chest. ‘You need to hold up. Slow down. Go back a second.’
‘Go back to where, Y/N. To the part where I embarassed myself. Well that happened when I kissed you, didn’t it!’
’No! You’ve got it all wrong.’
‘How have I? I’ve made a fool out of myself, I’ve told you everything and I bloody kissed you when you clearly think of us as platonic! How can you not see that I have ruined everything betw-‘ I had to shut him up. I don’t know what came over me. I leaped forward, swung my arms are him neck and kissed him. On the lips! Just as I started to realise what a mess I had made of the situation he kissed back. I was in heaven.
After a few seconds Stiles finally pulled back and looked into my eyes. His eyes flicked between both of my eyes, searching for any trace of emotion. I started to tear up. Everything I have ever wanted had come true.
‘Did-did that mean anything to you?’ Stiles questioned.
‘It meant everything. Thank you’
‘No, Y/N. Thank you.’
‘I love you Stiles. Can we go home now?’
‘Yes we can.’ As we started to walk back to my car I felt a kiss to the top of my head, an arm around my waist and an ‘I love you too’ whispered into the woods. I guess New Year’s wishes do come true.
So yesterday I tried to give people that messaged me happy birthday a thank-you headcanon (that I had to stop halfway through because there are TOO MANY NICE PEOPLE) but here’s a way to see all of them easily:
(They are VERY RANDOM)
The boys play monopoly about twice a year. It always ends in tears, anger, and Jack Zimmermann somehow winning. After every game they declare “never again” because even Bitty is horrified by Jack’s reign of terror but then by six months, they start thinking it will be fun again and… “We are trapped,” Shitty says, looking down at the board and Jack’s empire that somehow spans an entire side of the board. “How do we always forget this? Why do we do this to ourselves? Also, Jack, please, please I promise I’ll pay you in back massages if you–”
Tango decides that baking is fascinating and he wants Bitty to teach himeverything. Bitty is flattered, but also a little flustered because Tango sometimes asks 15 questions in a row and he is used to his viewers being… well, silent because they don’t watch til later and Tango, no, you don’t drink tea out of a teaspoon- stop- DO NOT DRINK STRAIGHT VANILLA, TANGO!!!! IT WILL NOT TASTE- Oh, you’ve done it. Oh god.
Every member of the hockey team gets a birthday meal courtesy of Bitty and whoever he ropes into helping. They are allowed to pick anything and honestly, Bitty loves the challenge of learning to cook something new. So when Whiskey shrugs and tells him “um, just maybe some eggs?” Bitty is horribly disappointed. Because scrambled eggs? He could make those everyday for Whiskey if that’s what he wanted. But Whiskey insists and rules are rules and so he listens and has never seen someone so incredibly grateful for scrambles eggs in his whole life.
The Haus goes through many video game phases - Starcraft, LOL, minecraft, but NONE is as intense as the Sims phase. Never before has the Haus been so divided and it is all made worse by the fact that they only have Sims install on one computer and– “FOCUS ON HIS LOVELIFE. CALL CINDY AND INVITE HER OVER AGAIN!!!” “are you CRAZY?? We need to get PROMOTED. We are NEVER going to make general at this rate!!” “I WANT KIDS, HOLSTER. AT LEAST THREE!!!” “If y’all don’t redecorate soon, I am going to withhold pie. WHY did you pick that rug in the first place??” “We were trying to do one without the cheat codes! a real game!” “FUCKING CALL CINDY BRO IM NOT JOKING!!”
omg yall i had a dream with the svtn boys and seungcheol looked so damn cute in this red windbreaker jacket with lil back buttons i was dying he was hiding his mouth behind it yk that thing they do where only their nose peeks out over the top omg i was cryin when i woke up,, soonyoung hated me but i hate him too so all is fair in love and war ,, ANYWAYS my seungcheol feels are through the roof so here it is !! hope u enjoy~
“You always say there’s hot boys on our campus but I never actually see any,” you groan as your friend tolls out another scope she had caught sight of on her way to her graphic design class.
“Okay, okay, okay. Either you have really high standards or I have really low ones but seriously, this one is hot,” she assures before pausing to think. “If it was summer, he’d be the sun. If we went camping, he’d be the campfire – mostly because I am a lit at how hot he is – “
“Alright, I think I get it,” you laugh, sighing at your friend.
“Now that I think about it, I think I’ve seen him before. Any hot guys in your Greek philosophy class?”
Sleeping On His Shoulder | Michael Clifford Imagine
Over the course of your friendship with Michael, you’ve gained a habit. It can almost be seen as tradition now, there’s few times where you’re sitting next to Michael on a couch or on a floor and it doesn’t happen. It’s never really on purpose even though you’re completely conscious of it.
After a long day of walking around the rather large festival, you and Michael sat down on the soft grass to take a break before you got hyped up for one of your favorite bands to perform. You sat behind Michael, facing sideways as he faced the artist that was currently playing on the main stage.
“It’s so humid out here, it’s making me sleepy.” you said before yawning. After bringing your legs into your chest, you softly laid your head on Michael’s back, earning a chuckle from him.
“Y/n are you sleeping?” he asked.
“I just want to take a little nap.” you replied. Your eyes were already closed and the process of slipping further into dreamland had commenced. Thanks to the heat, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. As soon as Michael noticed your steady breathing and decrease in movement, he chuckled again.
“Is she really sleeping?” he asked Ashton, who had been sitting on his left side. He turned his attention from the performer and to you, taking in your peaceful face as you slept before giggling himself.
“Yeah, she is.” He reached for the smartphone in his pocket and pulled it out before unlocking it and going straight to the camera. He took a picture of you and Mikey in the funny situation, a wide smile on Michael’s face just to make the picture that much funnier. It became a picture that Ashton, Michael and even you eventually shared, captioning it “I take a nap right here” to quote one of your favorite internet videos. Ever since that day you’ve made a habit of using Michael as your personal bed or pillow without his verbal permission.
Lately that’s changed, though. Michael isn’t single anymore and loves to bring his girlfriend around. You didn’t dislike her, you thought she was really pretty and nice. It’s just that you didn’t have your favorite pillow when she was around and none of the other boys’ shoulder felt quite the same so you couldn’t be as comfortable as you were when you slept on Michael’s shoulder. Of course you could always just sit on the other side of Michael and lay on that shoulder but it felt weird to you. You and his girlfriend didn’t know each other that well and it’d come across like the two of you were sharing him or something. You didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or think that you didn’t respect her or her relationship so you just made due with what you had which at the moment was the couch in the back of their tour bus that was really soft but still didn’t compare to Michael.
All of the boys and Mikey’s girlfriend were hanging out in the back of the bus. It was your first day visiting so everyone was fighting their sleep even though the four of them really needed their rest. So far you were right along with them, staying up just to laugh and talk and hear stories of your life before you’d stepped on the bus. Now, the tiredness had started to kick in for you. You let out a loud yawn as you stretched your arms above your head.
“Well, guys, I think I’m going to sleep now.” you said before grabbing your blanket and curling into a small ball against the back of the couch. The boys laughed and said their goodnights to you, all leaving to get rest of their own. Well, except Mikey. His girlfriend had fallen asleep next to him and he didn’t have the heart to wake her so he decided that he’d be sleeping on the couch adjacent to the one you were on.
It was hard for him to get some rest, though, and that had little to do with the fact that he didn’t want to move and disturb the girl that was resting on his shoulder, but everything to do with the fact that the girl currently falling asleep on the couch next to his, wasn’t. It was a weird and new feeling for Michael. It was the same concept; a girl was using his shoulder to get rest. Simple. But for some reason it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel as pleasant. His girlfriend was a nice girl and really hot in his opinion but she didn’t readjust her position when she felt herself slipping off his shoulder like you did. She didn’t wrap her arms around his waist when she felt a chill like you did. And her hair didn’t smell like your favorite strawberry shampoo. As he sat there, watching your peaceful body enjoy your slumber, it all became too clear to him. The more as he tried to shake the thought out of his brain, the more plainly obvious it became that he wasn’t enjoying having to watch you from across the room. He wanted you right there with him, on the same couch, resting your head on his shoulder like you always had been.
The next couple of days were weird. Not for you, but for Michael. He broke up with the girlfriend he hadn’t even been dating for more than a week and she left the next day. After that he tried to act normally towards you, being the Mikey that you know and love so that you couldn’t pick up on the way he’s been feeling. It was tough. All he wanted to do was to scoop you up in his arms and kiss you at times. But instead he pushed the thought to the back of his mind and laughed at whatever you had said. So far you hadn’t picked up on it, and he was glad. He still wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to tell you about his realization.
“Mikey- I can’t believe I just noticed this, I guess I’ve been having too much fun with you guys- but where’s your girlfriend?” You took a sip of the freshly made ice coffee that be bought you in your hand and looked at him as he stood next to you in the small kitchen space to await his answer.
“Uh, she went… home.” he told you, fiddling with the many bracelets on his wrist. He could tell where this conversation was going and just the thought of it mad made him nervous.
“Really, that fast? What happened Mikey?” You say your ice coffee down and put a hand on your friends back, rubbing it softly. It was something you did whenever you thought he was sad or hurt, another habit you’d formed that you didn’t exactly pay attention to.
“I.. uh- I really didn’t like the feeling I had when I saw you sleeping on the couch the other night… It made me sad knowing that you weren’t sleeping on me like you always do.” You thought his sudden change of subject was slightly weird, but you didn’t question it. In your mind he’d tell you what was going on when he was ready, but you weren’t aware that this was his way of doing so.
“Well, you have a girlfriend now. That would’ve been a bit weird.. don’t you think?”
“But what if I didn’t?” he asked you. After a tilt of your head and a step back so you could see his face better, you questioned him again.
“What if you didn’t what?”
“What if I didn’t have a girlfriend? Or.. what if you were my girlfriend?” he asked. His eyes studied your face as he awaited your reaction. He swore to himself that’s he’d never been that nervous before. Not at his first concert or even the first time he let anyone other than his parents hear him sing. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he waited for you to speak or react to him in some way.
“But you do have a girlfriend… right?” you said, questioning both yourself and him. At this point it was settling in that Michael liked you and just that fact had you confused about everything.
“No. I kinda broke up with her.. I only see myself with you now.” he admitted.
“Mikey, I… what? This is really sudden, what the heck Michael?! You’re serious???” Your sudden change in pitch made him really nervous. He was starting to believe that maybe this was a bad idea afterall.
“Well, yeah… but if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I get it. We’re friends, it’s weirdo.”
“What?! Of course I’ll be your girlfriend! Why wouldn’t I?” you told him. His face lit up to reveal the cute smile you’ve known for years.
“Yeah, of course. I’ve never told you this, but I’ve always wondered what it would be if we dated. Now I finally get to find out.” You returned his smile before picking your ice coffee up. “Oh, but you have to take me on real dates. Especially for the first date. I want something nice. Not super fancy and not like us but.. nice. Okay?” you told him. He nodded.
“Anything for you.” was all he said. Your smile widened and you gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking around him. Without another word, you grabbed his hand with your free one and led him off the bus to go experience whatever your day had in store for you two. Michael couldn’t wipe the smile off his face the whole way there. Just the thought of him having the girl that sleeps on his shoulder as his own was enough to keep him happy for weeks.
Happy belated birthday, from Mari and Hannah. we decided to collab on this wonderous occasion to celebrate your birth. hope you had an amazing day sweetie.
and yes, this does have a part two. this part was written by Mari
“Oh my god, you’re pathetic,” Piper said. She was standing next to Percy who was currently lying on the couch eating ice cream and watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. “Annabeth is just in a different time zone, she didn’t break up with you, you loser.”
“She is three thousand six hundred twenty five miles away,” Percy said and sighed. “It’s been a three weeks Pipes. I don’t remember the last time we spent more than a week apart and now I have to spend six months without her.”
“Percy, get off the couch, take a shower because you stink, and we’re going to grab some pizza for dinner, okay?” Piper stood in front of the tv, hands were resting on her hips and she had her ‘do what I say or else’ look on. “You’re not going to spend your day off being pathetic. I’m not going to allow it.”
Percy grunted and Piper grabbed a cushion and started hitting him until he finally stood up.
“I’m going! I’m going!” Percy said while trying to avoid being hit. “Can’t you let a man being pathetic because he is missing his girlfriend?”
“Just take a shower, Jackson.”
After Percy left to his room, Piper started cleaning the living room. There were blankets and pillows everywhere and a lot of bag of chips laying on the floor. The only place that was clean was Latte’s little puppy bed, who currently had the little dog laying on it. Piper felt kind of sad for Percy, he and Annabeth were already dating by the time she became friends with Annabeth. Percy and Annabeth had been together most of their lives, they weren’t used to be away of each other for so long, time apart would be good for them but Piper also knew it was being really hard for them.
By the time Piper was done throwing all expired food from the kitchen -Percy and Annabeth’s place wasn’t that big, how could Percy managed to get so many trash when he was working most of the time?- Percy finally came out, hair still from the shower and he looked ready to go out.
“And he looks alive again.” Piper said throwing the last empty cups of insta soup on a trash bag.
Warning: isaac has depression. it doesnt really talk about it but please dont read if you think it will trigger you my loves.
Request: Anon-”Can u do an isaac lahey imagine based off of the movie Me Before You! But instead Isaac is depressed instead! Oh and can it be long! Sorry if its confusing, thank u!”
thanks for requesting! im so excited to see that movie omg xx
You loved living in the city, but sometimes you needed to get away for a while. Away from the traffic. Away from people. Not to mention living in a huge city is quite pricey and you just recently move out of your parents house.
You needed a summer job until college started. You looked around the internet which probably isn’t the best way to find a job but you were quite desperate since your parents agreed to pay for tuition but when it came to food, textbooks, and other things… you were on your own,
This is so long. I’m so sorry. I have all the feels right now.
I first started watching The X-Files in 1997. I was in the 8th grade, and my new friend (who I thought was the coolest and who I wanted to emulate in every way possible) told me I should watch this show about aliens.
The episode was Detour. By the time Scully was singing Joy to the World, I was hooked. It was scary, it was funny, and I didn’t know much about them, but boy did I love Mulder and Scully.
LET ME JUST SAY THAT THIS PART HAD ME CRYING AND ROLLING IN MY OWN TEARS, KEEP A BOX OF TISSUES AT STANDBY BC TRUST ME- YOU’RE GONNA NEED THEM.
This is a submitted series by a writer who wished to stay anonymous,
so I will be transferring their submissions to text posts yay! I just
wanted to make it
known that this work is not mine, and all credits go to the original
author that decided to submit their series to my blog. Enjoy!
I couldn’t sleep that night. I think that it was because my
mind was buzzing, I had finally told Mark off. Sure, I had yelled at him before
but he always ended up getting the last word, and I always ended up crying.
We had met about a year ago, last hockey season. Of course,
I was going to all of the games I had caught his attention. There were always
after parties when our team won, even sometimes when we didn’t win and his team
(our biggest rival) had crashed it. It wasn’t uncommon; everyone was pretty used
to it. He came up to me, flirted and asked for my number. I had never been in a
relationship prior to this, so of course I was swooning at his feet.
We texted over the course of two weeks, until our team
played his and afterwards (after he lost) he asked me out. Again, I had never
been in a relationship before so I said yes. He was this hot, older (by one
year) guy who out of everyone, wanted me. Calum got slightly pissed; after all
I was dating one of the best players on his rival team, but being the amazing
best friend he is, supported me.
We dated for a while actually, almost 8 months (that was
pretty long for a high school relationship) and also considering that we went
to different schools. I always heard rumours that he was cheating on me, that
he had so many other girls on the side but I held my head up high ad ignored
them. People were jealous, that was all.
One day, I went over to his house after school. We hadn’t
seen each other in over a week and I was starting to really miss him. His
younger brother let me in, telling me that he was in his room and I headed up
As cliché as it is, I walked in on him with another girl. I
didn’t see anything indecent, they were only making out on his bed but God
knows what I would’ve seen if I had walked in a little later. The girl got
embarrassed, apologizing over and over again, telling me that she had no idea
that he was in a relationship. She ran out, leaving me with Mark. I was
speechless; I had no idea what to say. I wanted to tell myself it wasn’t true,
that it was just a dream.
He apologized, not as much as the girl he was with though,
and I wanted to find it in my heart to forgive him. I really did, I thought I
loved him. I was so stupid.
I simply asked him why, why one earth would he cheat on me.
He told me that she wasn’t the first; at least he was honest
about that. Then he told me, something that I’ve repeated over and over in my
head, I know it by heart. He said, with no hesitation at all, “You never wanted
to put out. I’d take your top off, you told me that it was going too fast. My
hand would move up your thigh, you’d push it away. A guy has his needs, Y/N.”
I was enraged, but I couldn’t get a word out. I mean, he was
right. The furthest we’d gone was a handjob, and probably a pretty bad one at
that. I was standing there at his doorway, speechless while he told me all the
reasons he had cheated on me. And then, he broke up with me. It was like
someone had ripped my heart out. I was standing there, crying as he told me
that he wanted to end it with me.
I ran out. He was in the middle of speaking, but I turned
around and ran the fastest I could down the street. I couldn’t see anything, my
tears were blurring my vision and I’m so lucky that I didn’t get hit by a car
or something. The school year was almost over by this point, but that summer I
found myself dating this other guy.
I met him at the rink (I feel like I’ve just dated hockey
guys), he had stayed late one day and we got talking. I was still heartbroken
over Mark, and this guy, James his name was, was more of a rebound. Even
though, I did lose my virginity to him. I had been so upset over what Mark had
told me that I just wanted to say “fuck it”. I wasn’t anything special, but it
did make me feel better over my break up with Mark.
Me and James only had a summer fling, we only lasted a month
and I never saw him again. That was about two months ago, and honestly I didn’t
miss him one bit. He helped me get over Mark, and that was about it.
So now, I laid in bed thinking about all of this and I felt lonely.
I wanted the company of another human. I put on my hoodie, slipped on my shoes
and walked across the hall. I was about to knock, but then I remembered that it
was the middle of the night so I decided to text Calum first. I didn’t get any
answer, so I was ready to go back to my room but I heard voices coming from
I gently knocked, hoping that it was loud enough for someone
to hear. I waited for a few seconds, hearing the lock click and the door
opened. “Hey,” Cal answered the door. He opened the door wider so that I could
walk in, and I kicked off my shoes and laid down on his bed. “Why are you
showing up here so late?” He asked, coming to lie down next to me.
“Why are you up so late?” I retorted, turning my head over
to look at him.
“I got back from the party thing late. I didn’t see you leave.”
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “I left kind of early. I thought I
was tired but turns out I can’t sleep.”
“I saw Mark. He came to talk to me.” Calum said. Christ, he
seemed to be the topic of every conversation lately.
I hummed in response, knowing that Cal was going to tell me
what he said anyways.
“He said that you were cheating on me.” He said with a small
laugh. “With Hemmings,”
I raised my eyebrows. “I think that he’s finally lost it.”
Cal laughed again and nodded in agreement. “He told me that he saw the two of
you making out against the wall. I told him that he should get his eyes
I bit my lip. I didn’t want to tell Cal about what Hemmings
had done so that I could yell at Mark. It would cause too much unnecessary
drama, and that was the last thing I wanted.
I was about to answer, I was going to tell Calum that I
finally yelled at Mark when the bathroom door swung open.
I had momentarily forgotten that Calum shared this room with
Luke, and I hadn’t seen him since I had come in. He walked out of the bathroom,
starting to tell Calum something about the hotel shampoos, but he stopped dead
in his tracks when he saw me.
He was shirtless, his hair wasn’t in its usual perfect quiff
and there was small droplets of water sliding down his neck, telling me that he
had just taken a shower.
He met my eyes, his mouth slightly agape and I saw his gaze
drag down to scan over my body. I may have been wearing a huge hoodie, but I forgot
that I was simply wearing a pair of pyjama shorts that were probably too short
to be accepted in public. I self-consciously tugged on them, tearing my gaze
away from him and turned my head back to Calum.
He didn’t acknowledge Luke, and started telling me a story
about something that had happened at the party. I wasn’t really paying
attention, I kept remembering the feeling of Luke’s breath hitting my face, his
hands on my body, his skin brushing against mine.
I didn’t even like him, I told myself. We were friends, we
hung out, but I didn’t like him.
“Hello? Y/N are you even listening.” Calum waved his hands
in front of my face.
“Hm?” I snapped out my daze. “Yeah, sorry I think I finally
realized how tired I am. I’m going to bed.” I sat up, swinging my legs over Cal’s
bed. I waved a quick goodbye, saying bye to Luke as well before running out of
Resting on the back porch in a rocking chair, Sakura doesn’t remember the last time the sun’s rays pierced her consciousness. Shadows play over her skin, cast down from the branches above dancing in the wind, flickering like the memories she no longer tries to keep at bay.
She has lived a long life, longer than most shinobi ever see. Her youth is gone and her skin is wrinkled, wisened lines creasing her forehead. The bright carnation hair that was once her defining feature has faded to the palest of hues, though not quite white.
Her life has been long and fulfilled it’s true; Sarada has her own family and her own children, and her grandchildren are the light of Sakura’s life. The hospital and the clinic that bear her name have flourished in the passing years, and though they have no more use for her shaking hands, they often consult her on many matters.
Nearing eighty years of age, by now Sakura has seen many friends pass into the eternal after. But these losses are manageable, her spirit buoyed by a lifetime of memories. Still, there is one absence that eats at her like a canker, whose shadow has cast long over her life, tainting all of her joy.
Even now, her memories of him are sharper than ever, clearer in her mind’s eye than the blur of years that have passed since his death. Sasuke died at twenty-one, leaving her to raise their daughter alone, and her heart has never ceased in its endless paeon of grief.
Sakura waits, as she has waited every day for sixty years, for her own passing. The yearning to see his face again is a rising tide in her veins, and she worries that Sarada has seen through her brave front for all these years. She loves her daughter, but her heart has long since crumbled into dust.
For all the love and support of her friends and family and her old team, Sakura has never been able to outrun the loneliness or fill the enormous hole that Sasuke’s death left behind. Sixty years is a long time to feel alone, and she is tired, so tired.
She closes her eyes against the almost pleasant summer breeze, musing that Sasuke-kun must be getting impatient waiting for her. She is expected to dine with her daughter and her family tonight, but she wishes she could remain here in his almost-presence for just a while longer.
The voices of her grandchildren can be heard calling from the other side of the house, and Sakura sighs. The wind caresses her cheek, like the touch of Sasuke’s fingertips wiping away long-dried tears. The children’s voices grow louder, Sarada’s joining them as they call her name.
Sakura takes a shaky breath and opens her eyes, but it’s not her progeny standing before her.
He looks just as he did all those years ago, handsome in his green flak jacket before he left for that final mission. He holds his hand out to her, his face stoic as ever.
Sakura’s face splits into a tearful smile. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” she whispers.
“Annoying,” he mutters, but his expression softens as she takes his hand.
When Sarada reaches the back yard, she finds her mother slumped over in her favorite chair, sound asleep again. The kids run up to her and shake her shoulder, calling her name. They grow frustrated when she doesn’t respond, but a cold dread coils around Sarada’s insides.
She moves around in front of her mother’s limp form, and she doesn’t need medical jutsu to know that Sakura is gone
And as the tears begin to fall, so too do the pink petals of a late-blooming cherry blossom tree.
imagine james and harry, just a week or so after harry is born. now he’s a small baby, right, born early, and so they keep him for observation for a while, and when james and lily finally get to bring him home it’s a night ink dark and stars dotted across the sky, warm cos it’s august and they just lay him down in his baby basket in his bedroom - he’s too small still for the wooden cot that’s been waiting four months - and go sit outside quietly in the garden, not too far that they can’t hear the baby if he cries, exhausted and elated and terrified like you wouldn’t believe, but it’s too - it’s been a long couple days, so they make a silent pact to put off all the serious talk they have to do and just sit on their plastic garden chairs, looking out silently into the field behind their house. the garden is that, for them - whenever it’s not raining they’re always to be found outside, because when they moved from the tiny london flat to the godric’s hollow house just over a year ago now, they relished the open space more than anything, and they’ve had parties and picnics and order meetings there, everyone sprawled in the grass behind the potter house, and it’s a sanctuary, for them, and even though they cannot escape from the world when they’re there, they can retreat, to an extent, and that’s what they do now, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders sometime and waking up at around three am, walking into the house half-awake with their arms around each other, barely stopping to strip off their clothes before falling into bed and asleep.
in the morning, james wakes up to the sound of his son crying. the light is streaming through the window - the kind of buttery yellow you only really get on summer mornings - and he glances over at his still-sleeping wife, giving her a kiss on the forehead before picking up his glasses, swinging his legs out of bed and going to see his baby, stopping briefly to draw the curtains partially so the light doesn’t fall on her face. when he gets to harry’s room, the baby’s face is screwed up and red, so james picks him up. “hey, hey, little mate,” he says, or something along those lines, comforting and meaningless, bouncing a little, and this is apparently what harry wanted because he calms down to sniffles almost immediately, though he gets slightly, terrifyingly louder when james stops moving. so james starts half-walking, half-dancing downstairs to the kitchen, where the sun is shining for real through the windows, ready for a brand new day. he’s only in a vest, that being the only top he could find at three am when searching for acceptable nightwear, but harry doesn’t seem to mind, clutching at him with a tiny fist. he’s so small, and james isn’t exactly a bodybuilder but he dwarfs harry and that’s what’s surprised him most, maybe, about his son. how tiny he is. so he holds him tighter, gently, and walks him around the kitchen, singing him somebody to love because they’d been playing it in the hospital waiting room yesterday (lily’d wanted a muggle hospital, said she didn’t feel right with healers like she did with doctors, and far be it for james to argue with his pregnant wife) and forgetting most of the words, but trying to make it sound vaguely lullaby-ish anyway, and this is how lily finds them, ten or fifteen minutes later, wandering around a sun-bright kitchen. she looks at her husband, and he looks at her, and harry closes his eyes and wrinkles his forehead, and it’s a new morning, the start of something powerful.
(P.s. This is a mix of his and her POV so don’t freak out)
Fast asleep, she was suddenly startled awake by a soft knocking at her door. Not remembering where she was, she rubbed her eyes, catching sight of the hotel alarm clock, causing everything to come rushing back.
Letting the all too familiar feeling of numbness come back, she walked over to the knocking, figuring it was housekeeping. Placing her forehead on the door, she took a deep breath in and prepared to fake a smile, ready to pretend to be okay.
But she didn’t get a chance.
Instead her smile fell completely flat.
When she opened the door, she wasn’t met with a maid, but the boy she thought loved her.
The boy she thought she knew like the back of her hand.
The boy she was so wrong about.
There she was.
Right in front of him, wearing one of his black shirts, falling all to largely on her small frame.
He felt the last piece of his heart break.
If it had been any other day, she would have been in his arms right as the door opened.
But it wasn’t any other day.
Looking at her, he noticed the usual light in her eyes were gone. Instead they were red and puffy, completely dull. Completely lifeless.
Her hair was extremely disheveled, making it obvious she had just woken up. But the streaks of dried tears tracing her cheeks, made him realize she had fallen asleep crying.
Crying because of him.
Something he swore to himself he would never do to her.
Another promise he had broken.
Another one to add to the growing list.
Left with no other choice, he let his eyes travel back to her eyes, ready to make the first move.
His voice was so soft. If she hadn’t been staring at him, she probably would have missed it. She had never heard him speak so quietly. It was almost as if he was afraid his voice would break her even more.
He was almost right.
To shocked to think clearly, she blurted out a “what are you doing here” before she could stop herself.
Instantly, she saw hurt flash through his eyes, followed by…
How could she possibly ask that? After everything, did she really think he would just let her go?
“What do you mean, why am i here? What other reason is there for me to be here? Are you not paying attention?”
His questions came out a little harsher than he intended and he instantly regretted it. He sounded as if he was angry at her but in reality the only person he was angry with, was himself.
She looked taken aback by his words and he saw her start to shrink away from him. Letting her guard completely fly up.
She stared at him like she didn’t know who he was. The same way he had stared at his reflection. The doubt he had on the plane was starting to make its way back into his heart.
Staring at him, she finally took in his appearance.
His dark brown hair was sticking up in every direction as if he had been constantly tugging at it. Something she know he always did when he got nervous or scared.
He was wearing black head to toe, usually looking flawless, but today it seemed completely distressed and wrong.
His brown eyes, although seeming to be angry, were filled with so much fear. They were sunken in, surrounded by dark circles.
He looked exactly how she felt…
She almost would have felt bad, even would have forgave him right then and there but hearing the tone he was using towards her, made her guard fly up, causing her to turn cold.
“You want to know why? Because there’s no reason for you to be here. There’s nothing for you to fix. There’s nothing here for us anymore.”
As soon at the words left her mouth, she saw every ounce of anger leave his face, quickly replaced by disbelief and complete fear.
Doing everything she could not break down, an angry tear slipped from her eye, causing her to harshly swipe it off, looking away from him.
She needed to stay strong if she wanted to make this all disappear.
“You don’t mean that” was all he could manage to say without letting himself go.
“I know you. I know us. There is no way you could possibly think there isn’t something i can do to fix this. Please”
By the last word, his voice cracked. He was feeling so defeated. She wouldn’t even look at him. Why wouldn’t she look at him.
Taking a step forward, he reached out to touch her cheek, trying to turn her face towards his.
Staring at the ground, she felt his fingers graze her cheek and she flew back, almost as if his touch burned. She didn’t mean to react that way but it startled her.
Quickly looking at him with shock in her eyes, she saw his mouth drop open, watching him blink rapidly as a streak of tears started flowing from his eyes.
She never once reacted that way to his touch. He was always able to have her melt in his hands. But this time it was like it physically hurt her when he touched her.
But it didn’t.
She craved for his touch.
Craved to feel his arms around her.
But he didn’t know that.
Feeling the tears fall from his eyes, he was at a lost for words. It was like his touch burned her. Like she couldn’t bare to feel him. And thats when he let everything fly out of his mouth.
He explained how he had taken so many shots, that everything was fuzzy and black, that the girl reminded him so much of her, how he just needed to feel something. He blurted out a mixture of sentences, trying to tell her how much he needed her and how he wanted to make things right, trying to get his words to make sense without his crying getting it all mixed up.
The whole time he was falling apart, she stayed there, watching him, completely emotionless. He didn’t understand.
Once he stopped rambling, he stood in front of her, out of breath, waiting for her to say something.
After what felt like a lifetime, she muttered an “Okay” and looked away from him again.
All the hurt and fear he had, mixed together and brought back his anger.
“Okay? Okay? That’s all you have to say? After everything we’ve been through together? All you have to say is OKAY? Do you just not even care anymore? Are you really that heartless?”
After finishing his last question, he saw her head snap up and watched his anger mirrored in her eyes.
She felt every ounce of anger and hurt she bottled up over the years and let it flow out. There was no holding back anymore.
She stepped forwards, coming face to face with the boy she thought she knew, ready to finally fight back, staring him directly in the eyes.
“Im not the one who fucked up. God, you really think I’m heartless? Fuck, if anything, i have to much heart for you. I gave up my life back home to follow you around like a lost puppy. I put you first in every decision i made. I made sure you knew how much you meant to me. How much i was willing to just wait around till you came back, so we could start a proper life together. And for what?! For you to just throw everything away for a one night stand because you felt lonely? Yea okay I’m definitely the heartless one.”
By this point she wasn’t even sure what she said made sense. She was an absolute mess, her guard had fallen and she felt nothing but pain and hurt. Her tears, fast and warm, were streaking down her cheeks, but she never once made a move to wipe them off. She wanted him to see how badly he hurt her. She needed him to understand.
They were both absolute messes. Neither of them once tried to see the other side. They were so headstrong and didn’t want to back down. He saw this and finally understood.
She was so confident this was the end.
She even had him believing it was.
But he wouldn’t give up.
No, he had one last fight left in him.
He wasn’t sure how well it would work but it was his last chance to fix this.
Luke: I was watching the new YouTube video of Luke and the boys from their concert tonight. They were amazing as ever. I smiled as I felt a sharp pain in lower abdomen. It was the baby; it had been kicking very hard and a lot more frequently of late. Uh oh. The morning sickness was here. I ran to the bathroom quickly. Vomit filled the toilet bowl. The morning sickness had also become more frequent. Once I had a warm shower, got cleaned up and got dressed. I decided to call Luke. After five rings the dad to be finally picked up. “Hey baby” he greeted me. “Hey my rockstar” I laughed. “What’s happening?” he asked. “I just took a shower, I feel like shit,” I told him. "I’m so happy I’m not a girl,” he laughed. "Be grateful” I yawned. “You sound tired baby” he commented. “No shit” I responded. “What time is it over in L.A?” I ask “3:15 in the morning” he responds “Aw shit, sorry if I woke you up babe” I respond quickly. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. "How was the concert?” I ask, “It was awesome” he laughs. Suddenly a searing pain tears throughout my body and I hiss in pain. “Baby are you alright?” I hear Luke’s concerned voice on the other line “Luke….it hurts” you groan. You scream in pain. “Baby what’s happening” Luke’s now extremely worried voice echoes through the phone. “Luke it’s happening my waters breaking” you yell. “But its not due for another month!” he cries. “Baby I need to call you back I need an ambulance” You hang up without another word…soon the ambulance comes and your in the hospital. You see a text on your phone “I’m coming home baby” You smile slightly before another searing pain kicks through your side….“ITS HAPPENING!” you scream. Suddenly nurses and doctors fill the room quickly. Soon after a little baby boy is sleeping in my arms… Darcy.
Ashton: I was skyping Ashton while he was on tour with famous band All Time Low. “How’s the little bubba going?” he smiles. “She’s going pretty good actually” you smile at your long term boyfriend. “Not long now baby just a few more weeks” his smile is worn out and tired. “You look tired babe” you comment. He runs his hands over his face and sighs; “I’ve been recording all day” he smiles up tiredly at you. “But anything for my two favourite girls” he chuckles. You and Ashton had found out the gender of the baby before he had gone on the tour with ATL. “So have you come up with any names yet baby?” he asks taking a bite of his late night peanut butter sandwich. “Umm…I really like the name…” Suddenly a searing pain hit your stomach like a ton of bricks. “Ash…Ashton ITS HAPPENING MY WATERS BREAKING!” you scream pain tearing through your small figure. “Babe calm down let me call the ambulance” he soothed. Everything went really fast after that. I remember saying goodbye to Ash and then being put in the ambulance to be sent to the hospital. An even more extricating pain hits my stomach its happening…doctors and nurses suddenly begin to crowd around me in a hustle. “Alright Miss Y/L/N I’m going to need you to push really hard” You begin to tense your muscles. But that was just the beginning of it. After three and a half hours of tiring pain and pushing… a little girl finally appearing… You decided to Skype Ash. “Hey babe how are you?” he asks obviously nervous. You laugh, “I’m okay” “Y/N what are you holding in your arms” You grin. “Ashton meet your new little daughter…. Clover”
Calum: You had just booked flights to go see your boyfriend Calum so he could see you before he came back home from tour with Sleeping With Sirens. “Are we gonna go see Daddy soon?” you said rubbing the bump on your stomach. You were due to have the baby a few days after Calum came back from the tour. You had a sudden craving for something sweet so you walked to the pantry and grabbed out a jar of Nutella. Before snuggling up on the couch and putting your favourite movie Love Actually in the DVD player. You smiled when you felt the unborn child begin to kick your stomach, although sometimes it could be slightly painful it made you happy. Suddenly the baby began to kick harder and harder. To the point where you were clutching your stomach. You went to the toilet as you felt the taste of bile rising in your throat. You clutched the toilet bowel as vomit filled the toilet bowl. You flushed the toilet and went to the bathroom to wash your face. Suddenly you felt a painful wetness between your legs, it took you a few minutes to realize what was happening…your water was breaking. You shuffled over to the phone to call the ambulance. They came quickly and you were transported to the nearest hospital. You don’t remember much after that you remember having to push the baby out and how much it hurt your muscles and how tiring it was. You had fallen asleep as soon as it was born. A light tap on your shoulder awakened you from your slumber. You saw a little clean baby boy, in the nurse’s arms. She smiled at you before she passed your new son. Realization hit you quickly you grabbed your phone and dialed Calum. “Hey bab-” “Calum something’s going to be different when I come to see you for your birthday” you said quietly. You could feel Calum’s confusion on the other line. “Calum I’ve had the baby..its a baby boy and his name is Eli” “OH MY FUCK IM A DAD” he squealed in delight. You laughed and nodded “Yes now there’s a Cash Money Junior….”
Michael: You smiled at the new tape your boyfriend Michael has sent you while he was on tour. You stuck the tape in the stereo and pressed played. Michael always had a great music taste it was one of the many things that attracted you to him in the first place. The mix had everything from Pierce The Veil the band they were touring with to Imagine Dragons. You realized what the tape was titled. “To Give My Baby Girls A Taste Of Musical Education” you laughed before rubbing the bump on your stomach you slightly pranced around the room to Radioactive twirling and prancing around the house like a reindeer. You couldn’t wait for him to come back home so you could make mixed tapes together as a family. You and Michael weren’t married but you had been together for 4 years now and Michael thought it was time to make a family of their own. You had found out that it was going to be a little girl while Michael was on tour; you were not a patient type of girl. But you didn’t tell Michael what gender it was; you wanted it to be a surprise for him. He always loved surprises. Suddenly a red hot pain hit your lower abdomen. An uncomfortable wetness filled the middle of your legs. Your water was breaking. You began to curse as you waddled over to get the phone and call the ambulance. Soon the sounds of the ambulance filled your ears and you were lifted into a stretcher and taken to the hospital. You were in labor for 5 hours before giving birth to your new little daughter….Libby. You decided it was time to call Mikey. He picked up after four rings. “BABE WHAT TO YOU WANT IT 3: 0 FUCKING 5 IN THE MOR-” you cut him off “MICHAEL YOUR A DAD” you squealed not being able to hold it any longer. “WHAT!” he screamed into the phone. You laughed shaking your head “Michael Gordon Clifford your officially the father of our new baby girl Libby May Clifford” you tried to say it with a straight face but couldn’t help but grin. “OH MY HOLY FUCKER!” he screamed. “Shh babe” you tried to calm him down. “ Y/N MARRY ME!” he said suddenly very serious. “Michael I don’t think you mean that” you laugh it off quickly. “No I’m serious I want this little girl to grow up with two married parents…Marry me Y/N?” he asked plead in his voice. “Of course Michael of course”