When Lily Potter died to protect her son it cast a charm, an ancient type of magic, that would protect him. James Potter sacrificed himself for his wife and child, so why didn’t it work on them?
Just imagine though, Lily Potter hears a thud on the stairs and knows he’s gone. Tears begin to form in her eyes.
Voldemort intended to keep his promise to Snape, and as no major curses were doing damage, he simply immobilises her, forcing her to watch as he turns on Harry. The spell backfires, still giving Harry his infamous lightening scar.
Once the spell on her breaks, she rushed to Harry and takes him in her arms, rocking him to sleep. She whispers over and over again to him: “Your father would be so proud of you.”
She only turns away from him when Hagrid arrives, who then promises Dumbledore he’ll tell him how everything happened.
Sirius turns up merely moments later and he lets out a violent sob upon seeing his best friends body spread eagled on the stairs. He leans down and messes up his hair and straightens his skewed glasses. He then proceeds up the stairs and is suddenly staring into a pair of emerald eyes.
She places Harry down in the cot and then they collapsed in each other’s arms, both crying until the authorities turn up, removing James’ body and informing them on their capture of Pettigrew.
They walk slowly down the stairs, Lily almost collapsing under the weight of her every step. She almost loses it at the sight of the body bag containing her husband. Her young, brave, beautiful, handsome husband.
With Harry placed on her hip and Sirius at her side, she takes one last look at the house before grabbing the portkey and it disappears before her very eyes.
She cries some more and, despite telling herself she needs to be strong for her son, she just collapses into the wet gravel of the driveway of her new house: house for it is no home without her husband.
She feels something heavy slump around her shoulders and the strong potent smell of cigarettes climbs her nose. It’s not the vanilla and cinnamon she’d rather have, but it’s brotherly comfort and it’s safe.
She’s not quite sure how it’s happened but she’s inside with a mug of warm tea in her hand. It scolds as it runs down her throat but she doesn’t care, the momentary warmth subsides the pain.
Sirius also has a mug although she’s fairly certain he’s not drinking tea. The clear liquid stank of alcohol and she knew why he was drinking it- the burning sensation stays.
A knock on the door at around 7am awakens her from the trance she had entered, and the same looked like it could be said for Sirius.
He gruffly mumbles “I’ll get it.” before pulling out his wand and going to open the door. A look of shock passes his face as a tall figure steps inside.
“I’m sorry…” they both say at the same time before embracing each other. Sirius smells of cigarettes and lemon and it’s home. Remus smells of chocolate and some cheap liquor but finally it’s home.
“Remus…” She beckons and he walks towards her and is enveloped in a hug. He frantically whispers those two words over and over again as he begins to cry into her vivid auburn hair.
This is terrible, but it could’ve been worse. She could be dead. Harry could be dead. Her gorgeous son and her amazing husband could’ve both been taken from her and she knew she wouldn’t have coped at all.
The time would come where she would question what had happened. Why hadn’t she been killed? Why had he failed to kill Harry who was only a baby? And she got her answers, vague as they might be, but she got them.
In Harry’s first year she receives word of his heroic actions and she knows its the beginning of something.
In second year when she can’t find him on the platform she panics. She’d only gone through before him to meet Sirius and Remus and he wanted to wait for the Weasleys who weren’t there yet. Molly says that Ron and Harry were coming through last, but as the steam train rolls out of the station, she still hasn’t seen him anywhere.
She’s worried sick all afternoon until she receives a letter from Dumbledore explaining everything. Despite being so awfully mad, she can’t bring herself to send a howler. Instead she sends a note that reads: I’m incredibly angry with you but your father would be proud.
Remus and Sirius find it hilarious.
News comes that Pettigrew escaped although 3rd year would turn out pretty uneventful. Remus and Sirius move to Hogsmede as Remus takes the DADA job. Sirius and Harry catch up in Hogsmede at weekends.
He is somehow entered in the Trwizard tournament and Lily, Sirius and Remus watch anxiously at each stage. When Voldemort comes back and Harry sees his father, he sends a message back to his mother that he loves her very very much. She breaks down upon this and, when she sees Harry in the hospital she says: “Your father would be extremely proud of you”
Come 5th year Harry knows about the connection between himself and Voldemort and exploits it for his own purpose. He can tell the difference between fake and real images and instantly knows Sirius is okay. Instead, Dumbledore repeats the rest of the prophecy and Harry now knows he must be the one to kill Voldemort.
Sixth year meant Ginny and his mother couldn’t help but see the resemblance between the two of those and her and James. When she first gets news of the pair she sends a simple message: “Me and your father are so proud”
Upon coming back from the cave, Harry shows Sirius the locket, who obviously knows who RAB is. The hunt for the horcruxes has begun.
Harry refuses Remus and Sirius’ help. For a start, Dumbledore wanted him to do this alone and he has Ron and Hermione and he doesn’t think he needs much more. “Please, look after my mother”
They go into hiding, resurfacing only for the Battle of Hogwarts. Lily has to grab Ginny around the waist when she sees Harry in Hagrids arms, mainly so she had something to do instead of lash out but also because the poor girl needs it. And then he’s alive and the battle is back on.
Voldemort has fallen and her son is in her arms: “Your father would be so so so so proud of you.”
She’s crying on Sirius shoulder, sniffling into a a pearl coloured sleeve. “I do”. Sirius is crying too, trying to cover it up by burying his face in the crook of Remus’ neck.
Lily walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek. ”Congrats, Kiddo. I’m proud of you. Your father would be proud of you.”
a/n:this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 11 and prompt scary story. YA I KNOW, I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD NO TIME OK. also! sortha this request from anon:
hi! can you please do a bill x reader where the reader is bill’s girlfriend/best friend who has a crush on him and she comes across his sketch book and the pictures he drew of beverly? and there’s just a lot of angst and jealousy and maybe ending with some fluff? :)
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The forest oozes with dazing scents. Summer. The night’s
sky is littered with bright stars with golden threads around them, and the moon
hangs just above the tree tops, almost as if it’s watching over your notorious
group of friends. A series of tents stand in a strange circle around a log fire
that radiates warmth and nearly blinding light. The Losers Club sits on found
logs, huddled together with marshmallows melting on the tips of their held
sticks, with blankets over their shoulders. Your hair drips with chilly water
sending a shudder down your spine. The wind rustles wet clothes hung on wires
“-And…and…it’s…” Richie is the one speaking in a
hushed, raspy voice. Next to him Eddie looks anxious, grasping his inhaler
fiercely and waiting for the story to end. All eight of you took turns in
telling scary stories by the camp fire. Naturally, Richie’s is the longest and
the most interesting one - the kid is quite a good storyteller, and if he was
only half as annoying as he is now, you’d probably have a crush on him instead.
A curious whisper rounds the crowd – who
is it?, you all wonder – leaning in closer to the fire to hear Richie
better, “It’s…it’s….EDDIE’S MOM!”
“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?” Eddie
bellows, inhaling deeply. You refrain from rolling your eyes as the rest of the
group replies in weak snorts and an occasional snicker. Figures it was
something to do with Eddie’s mom, why else would Richie Trashmouth Tozier be
interested in flapping his mouth if it wasn’t to somehow insult or ridicule?
You shake your head, and Beverly sends you a cheeky smile, nudging your
shoulder. You glance at her. Wordless, she bites her lip and motions to the boy
sitting next to you. You frown at her, but refrain from uttering a single word.
Speaking of crushes, yours is just a few inches away,
leaning close to the fire and watching carefully when for his marshmallow is
done cooking. William “Bill” Denbrough sits in a respectable distance – he had,
by accident, sat too close and hurriedly apologized and moved to give you some
personal space. Not that you could complain, he had been beside you (thanks to
the strategic placing of Ben and Beverly) all day. You couldn’t ask for more
than that, even if you did feel a tad of disappointment when he had scooted
closer to Mike.
Little by little the gang trickles into their tents.
Beverly stays for a while, mostly waiting up for you to be done eating, but you
simply shoo her away. The camp fire grows smaller; the silhouettes of you and
Bill shine clear to whoever peeks out their tents. Beverly gives a knowing
smile before wishing the both of you goodnight. Finally, for the first time in
a long while, you and Bill are left alone.
The crackling of the fire lulls your heavy eyes and
you feel the first notes of sleep calls you. But you stay alert. Your heart
hammers in an unruly pace once you glance at him; his childish face appears
happier in the dark, the bags under his eyes aren’t that deep and a spark of
genuine joy reflects in the depths of his irises. You blush, or perhaps it’s simply the hot
flame that tickles your cheeks. You look down at your knees: a couple of
bruises dot the surface of your skin, no doubt you had rammed into something by
accident, though you can’t quite remember. A corner of a dark blue book catches
your eye. With a curious brow raised you ask, “Hey, what’s that?”
“O-Oh…” Bill knows exactly what you’re talking about,
and a bit unruly he swoops the sketchpad from the dry ground. He holds it,
unsure of what to do next, “I-I-I-It’s my sketchb-b-book. Y-Y-Y-You c-can look,
i-if you w-want t-t-to, t-that is.” He sounds nervous, more nervous than usual
and his stutter is worse. With a soft smile you nod, hoping to ease him. He
blinks rapidly as he places it on your lap. A chill creeps up your spine and
you shiver. Bill licks his lower lip, “A-A-A-A-A” it takes almost thirty A’s
for him to finally say “-are you c-co-cold, (N-Name)?” The wool blanket
covering your shoulders has grown damp over the course of the day, but you
simply shrug, not wanting to bother him. So he takes action on his own.
He avoids your gaze, opting to stare into the fire as
if trying to engrave its mesmerizing dance into his mind. He takes his blanket
and throws it over your shoulders, scooting close to you so you’d both share it
equally. The proximity is a bit alarming; you fear your heart may pop out, but
most of all you fear that he can hear the drumming from this close up. You
gulp. Daze seeps into you, into your very bones and warms from within. It’s
nice. After a moment you get used to this feeling, the feeling that the whole
universe is at your fingertips and planets collide at the simple touch. Bill
waits patiently for you to open the first page, and with a new wave of energy,
you pry it open and—
Your heart shatters into a million brilliant pieces,
like glass it spews all over the sky and becomes stars. Beverly. Beverly’s face
drawn in a pretty red color; she looks just as beautiful as she does in real
life. Of course he would draw her, why wouldn’t he? They kissed in third grade,
you can’t fake such passion! A spike of jealousy pools in your stomach and the
idea of simply throwing his sketchbook straight into the fire is tempting. But
you refrain. You dive deep into sadness – there is no hope for you, is there? –
just like you dived deep into the quarry this morning. Your throat ties in
knots and shakily you breathe out, “Beautiful…” You murmur, a somber note in
your voice but whether Bill can tell you have no clue.
He looks at you, examines the curl of your lashes, the
waves your wet hair makes, the way orange and yellow colors play on your face
and says, “Not as beautiful as you, (Name).” It’s a whisper, one you almost
fail to catch but you do. You gulp hard, a spark of hope lighting up like a
small flame that gradually grows larger as you tilt your head to look at him;
your eyes meet in the dark, you note sparks of embers dance in his gaze as he
catches each and every detail of your face. Grasshoppers play their silent tune
somewhere behind you. Magnetic. The touch is magnetic, his touch on your wrist as it slowly glides into your palm and your
fingers intertwine. “W-W-W-Would you l-like me t-to draw you, too?”
“N-Now?” You ask flustered. He gives a curt nod. You
almost want to say ‘No’ because you don’t want to part, but the thought of
having him sketch you grows more appealing by the moment. So you agree. He
grins sheepishly and excuses himself to get some pencils from his tent. Your
side grows cold much too soon as you wait for him to return. Is this real? You wonder. And will this
exist even after the night fades into dawn and all of your friends awake? These
questions are pressing and difficult, much too difficult for someone as young
Bill emerges from the tent with a goofy smile and
tip-toes back to you, sitting just as close as he did before leaving, taking
his sketchpad and opening a blank page he grabs a red pencil and looks at you, “Oh,
uhm, what should I do?”
“S-S-Smile.” The reaction is automatic to his request –
the biggest, dorkiest grin blooms on your lips in a show of pure happiness.
Bill stares for a long while, a small smile of his own pulling on the corner of
“You’re not drawing.”
He hurriedly gets to work. His hand glides through the
paper, shapes slowly start forming; he glances up at you every two to three
seconds to make sure each detail is created with impeccable precision. The
night goes in silence, but neither of you mind. The real world fades into the
back of your mind and for the time being only you and Bill exist in the warm
glow of the campfire. But the sweet dream ends much too soon, and when he
finally looks up one last time, you inhale sharply and the grin that had dimmed
over the course of an hour comes back in full swing. Bill scribbles something
on the top of the picture; thinking he’s done drawing you lean in and rest your
head on his shoulder to get a better look.
There lies your portrait, a bit cartoonish, but it’s
still you and surprising accurate, too. Like Beverly’s, but it would be obvious
to anyone that he had put much more work into yours. On the top left corner
there are two words scribbled, which is your name.
“I-I-I-I wi-will k-keep it, if-if you d-d-d-doo-don’t
mind, (Name).” Bill says, “I-I can d-d-d-d-raw you another o-one n-next
Bill nods, “M-M-Maybe th-then there c-c-c-could b-be
just t-the tw-two of us.”
The best way to describe this feeling is to name it as
a firework, powerful and ultraviolet, “O…okay. Just the two of us, Billy.”
hi! can u do one where the reader is related to bucky or nat and the avengers know about peter’s major crush and sticks the reader and peter in one room until he confesses??
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Description: Everyone in the Avengers building knew you and Peter both liked each other, it was obvious, except to the both of you. It got to the point where everyone was just waiting for you two to get together, so Bucky decided to take matters into his own hands.
Warnings: It’s so dorky?? And awkward aw
Word Count: 2,311
A/N: AHHHHHH, this was so cute to write and aw it’s soooo dorky I freaking lOVE IT. I hope you enjoy :)))))
You woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting your eardrums out, you had to put it on full volume, otherwise you would hit snooze and go back to sleep.
You groggily got out of your warm bed, mentally cursing school for ruining your happiness of what is sleeping peacefully.
You did your usual routine, not putting in much effort for school, because who was there really to impress? If someone did actually like you then at least you knew they genuinely liked you for you.
You walked out of your room, sweatpants and a t-shirt on, your hair in a messy bun, some mascara on your lashes and you were ready to go.
“Well doesn’t someone look happy to be alive today.” Nat teased, making you glare at her as you filled your mug with coffee.
You were a heavy coffee drinker, you tried to tell yourself it was because you were just a teenager and you needed it to stay awake, but you knew deep down it was because you lived at the Avengers building, and they weren’t exact the quietest people ever.
“How many cups do you go through a day? It can’t be healthy.” Steve commented, making you roll your eyes as you poured some cream and sugar into the mug.
“Enough to keep me awake and moving.” You added bitterly, giving them a clear fake smile as you exited the kitchen.
“See you later, gotta go.” You muttered, grabbing your backpack and leaving the house, taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air.
Autumn was your favorite season, it was when the colors of the leaves changed, when you could start wearing skinny jeans and warm sweaters, when you could wear cute scarfs, basically everything about Autumn was fascinating to you.
You walked down the sidewalk to the subway, your mug still firm in your grasp, you needed to wake up, you couldn’t afford to be moody at school today, you’d already gotten in trouble many times before.
You soon reached your stop, hopping off the subway, walking up to the school, taking a good look before bracing yourself to enter.
“Hey Y/N!” Someone shouted, you gave a brief wave, while sipping your coffee.
“Y/N, did you see that Carly and Eric are dating?” Someone else shouted, making you shrug and walk away.
You didn’t know why people were so intent on talking to you, you wished they’d just leave you all alone.
You walked into class, sitting down in your seat, placing your mug of coffee on the table, before resting your head against the cold surface.
“Y/N..” A voice mumbled, making you let out a groan and turn to see who was trying to interrupt your miniature nap.
“Yes?” You muttered, before locking eyes with the all too famous brown ones.
“I uh, um, you’re in my seat?” Peter smiled slightly, making your eyes widen slightly, as you sat up, and sure enough you were in his seat.
“Sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” You apologized, grabbing your belongings and moving to the other seat, yes, you both did next to each other, but it was still awkward since you were basically sprawled out on his side.
“N-No! It’s fine, I mean, it’s cool. N-No worries.” Peter stammered, his cheeks a light shade of pink, but you were too tired to notice.
Class soon started and you were bored out of your mind, normally you loved Chemistry, mixing chemicals together and creating something, but today all you did was take notes and you were doing your best to not fall asleep right then and there.
Peter could sense your tired state, in fact he knew just how tired you were since he was actually at the Avengers building those previous nights.
He knew you could barely get any sleep because Tony kept throwing ’friendly gatherings’ which is more a huge party.
“Y/N, hey.” Peter mumbled, placing his hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly as your eyes reopened, your vision a bit blurry since you had been zoning out.
“Hmm?” You hummed, glancing over at him, your eyes locking for a brief second before he looked away.
“You were falling asleep.. Again..” He whispered, glancing at you as you yawned.
“Yeah, I know.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead, before continuing your note taking, there were certain moments you were thankful for Peter, and this was one of them.
He always seemed to know when you needed him, it was like he could sense it, sure you knew he was Spider-Man, but his senses were for when he knew people were in trouble, and the last you checked you were totally fine, except maybe sleep deprived.
You made a mental note to kill Tony later.
Your classes went by in a blur, you had gone to your English class, fell asleep there, went to lunch, took another nap, also where Peter once again woke you up as lunch was ending, then to History, where you once again found yourself sleeping, then lastly your Math class, where once again Peter saved you from being caught sleeping.
It was getting to the point where Peter was worried for you well-being, each time he saw you all day you looked even worse than before, he knew you drank coffee, but that didn’t even seem to be helpful today.
Normally when he saw you, you looked brighter and happier, of course with your coffee in your hand too, but whenever you’d see each other a huge smile would appear on your face, making his heart race.
But today was different, he’d spent the entire day worrying about you, making sure you were okay and not zoning out too much.
Everyone knew Peter liked you, it was as obvious as it could be, except to you, you seemed to be the only one who couldn’t see what everyone else did.
The final bell rang, meaning school was over, and you could go home and take the nap you dreadfully needed.
You were quick to exit the building, however Peter and Ned were right behind you, just making sure you were okay.
“Dude, what is with her today? She fell asleep during English and History.” Ned commented, making Peter’s eyes fill with worry.
“I know, she zoned out in Chem, and then fell asleep in Math.” Peter bit his lip nervously, watching as you impatiently waited for the subway.
“I bet you helped her didn’t you.” Ned wiggled his eyebrows at Peter, making his eyes widen, and hit his best friend.
“Why don’t you just announce it to the whole world Ned.” Peter whisper shouted, making Ned snort out in response.
“Bro, everyone knows you have a thing for Y/N, it’s clear as day.” Ned laughed, before walking to the subway that had arrived, Peter rolling his eyes as he followed behind.
You however were sitting on the subway, your head leaning against the window as your eyes fell shut.
Peter saw you asleep once again, and there was no way he was going to let anything happen to you, therefore, he sat down in the seat next to you, and rode the subway all the way to the Avengers building.
Once arrived, he shook your shoulder slightly, making your eyes slowly open, then look to see who woke you, a smile spreading across your lips as you saw it was Peter.
“We gotta stop meeting like this Parker.” You joked lightly, making him laugh with you as you both got up and off the subway.
You both walked into the building, your mind snapping into reality as you went on the hunt for Tony.
“I’ll be right back, make yourself at home, which you basically kind of are already?” You laughed, making him laugh too, before you disappeared down the hallway.
“Parker! Just the man I was looking for.” Bucky grinned, making him gulp nervously.
“Uh, yes?” Peter questioned, as Bucky wrapped his arm around his shoulders, walking him into the kitchen where Natasha and Steve were both sitting.
“So we’re just going to cut to the chase, you like Y/N, which is so painfully obvious so don’t even try to deny it.” Nat gave him a look, making his cheeks tint bright red.
“Therefore, you need to tell her already so she can stop talking about you all day long it’s extremely irritating.” Nat groaned, making Steve laugh while Bucky rolled his eyes, Peter however felt his face on fire.
“You see Peter, Y/N, she’s my sister, whether you knew that or not, but I like to protect my family, and since she’s the only family I have left, I will do whatever it takes to make sure she’s happy.” Bucky sat Peter down on a chair, him sitting across, watching Peter intently.
“I-I would n-never hurt her.” Peter stammered out, his eyes wide filled with fear, he wouldn’t ever admit it, but Bucky scared the shit out of him, he had heard of him when he was the Winter Soldier, which was even more terrifying.
“Good, as long as it stays that way, I won’t have a problem with you dating my sister. But if you hurt her, I will kill you.” Bucky threatened, making Peter’s heart stop for a brief moment as Bucky started to laugh, making Peter nervously laugh with him.
“Now since that’s over, we need to go, you stay here, okay?” Steve grinned mischievously, as they all stood up, leaving Peter alone in the kitchen.
“Bucky! Quit pushing me! I promise I wasn’t going to hit him that hard!” Peter heard Y/N yelling down the hallway, he chuckled to himself knowing you had found Tony and apparently got caught before you could act out your feelings.
“Go, talk, mingle, I don’t know what young teens to anymore.” Bucky groaned, pushing you into the kitchen and blocking the door.
“H-Hey Y/N..” Peter stuttered, making your eyes light up at the sight of him.
You weren’t going to lie, you had a thing for your brunette haired friend, he was super cute and adorable and you always wanted to squish his face.
“Hey, did they scare you at all?” You laughed, sitting down next to him at the table.
“A bit, not going to lie.” He chuckled, making you groan and laugh.
“But they did tell me a few things, which is why I need to tell you something.” Peter played with his fingers nervously, instantly making you anxious.
You knew you shouldn’t have trusted them with your secrets, you expected since they were Avengers they could keep a tiny secret, but nope, you were wrong.
“Y/N, I really like you, I have for a while, and every time I see you my heart races and you’re so beautiful and.. Will you go out with me?” Peter smiled nervously, making you blush and look at him happily.
“Peter, I really like you too.” You whispered, grabbing one of his hands gently, before giggling quietly to yourself.
“And I would love to go out with you.” You smiled, creating a goofy smile on his face too.
“Thank god, I was so nervous.” Peter blurted out, making the two of you laugh.
“Lord, that was long, so glad that is over, you all are terrible at hiding your emotions you know? Everyone knew you liked each other, except for you two, you were both so oblivious.” Natasha laughed, walking into the kitchen with Steve and Bucky.
You both just blushed, embarrassed, but you didn’t mind at the same time, you finally had your crush, and he had his, and you both couldn’t be any happier.
ALRIGHTY THATS A LAME BANNER BUT ITS OKAY BECAUSE YA GURL IS COMIN AT YOU WITH FIC RECS !!!!!!
since this is the first time i’m doing these i’m just gonna toss some of my favorite fics EVER into the air,, enjoy and please please please send me asks with fics you like / types of fics you’d like me to rec / etc. anyways,, here goes !
in the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for louis tomlinson. he’s rich. he’s handsome. he’s reasonably well behaved. but when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name zayn malik means something, niall horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and harry styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
“what about this, captain?” liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. the boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag niall had to stuff in his mouth. he misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.
harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. he’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. they had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. he’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at harry’s brain. something he can’t quite put his finger on.
“put him in my cabin,” harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. the boy screams out jumbled curse words at harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and harry can’t understand any of it.
“so here’s the thing,” he starts. “i didn’t mean what i said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. if you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. on a whim, he adds, “and like, i noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and i think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him
gears started turning in louis’ head. purely mischievous gears that had louis formulating a revenge plan against taylor. he’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “i’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”
“this can’t be good,” niall said, zayn just groaned.
“so I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” louis asked. he wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “what if I stole her boyfriend?”
or, the story of louis ‘steal your man’ tomlinson.
louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
being an avenger means continuing to be captain america and smiling and being honorable for the public and harry does his best. but it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. just being harry had always involved louis, and harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.
or: harry is captain america, and louis’ been dead for 70 years.
it’s louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. however, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.
or: the one where louis and harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.
“we’d like to give the fans what they want.” magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “we want to give them larry stylinson.”
or, take a parallel universe where louis and harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a modest! employee with a good idea. add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. stir. serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.
(aka harry and louis fake a relationship for publicity. eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
he doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with oli and stan, but in the brief moment before harry ambles up his driveway, louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of gay coming of age story.
maine to california in ten days. in which zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in ohio, liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.
it’s 1978. harry and louis are just trying to get to san fran in time for the queen concert.
they’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. it’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. they’re mature adults. they’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. they like each other. a lot. it’s mutual, they know. but for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.
when dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.
or, the one where harry teaches sex ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.
au. as part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in buckingham palace, louis expects prince harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. never mind that the very same prince harry used to star in quite a number of louis’ teenage fantasies.
hope you enjoy these and i’ll be back next month !!!!
I need to watch the new episode about a thousand more times but here are some of the things I was thinking during the livestream.
It’s so clever how both first episodes weave together elements of their set genres (science fiction and fantasy) without it being too overwhelming or offputting for people not familiar with the tropes being used. The very first scene aside (queer interracial couple in bizarre Lego Land!) the fantasy elements were very subtle compared to what they could have been, and I think that was a very deliberate choice on Max’s part.
The opening graphics started and I almost cried.
The Todd-Susie parallel is so overt, right down to the music. There was someone in her house when there wasn’t in Todd’s, but she got no help anyway. She’s more assertive in her introductory scene which gives me hope, though there’s always the fascinating possibility that she’s faking her limp in the same way that Todd was faking his pararibulitis (and she gets injured for real in the final episode).
Vogel calling Amanda “boss” like yes, yes she is, and I hope that the rest of the Rowdies recognize this when they’re all reunited.
I’m an angst fucking gremlin and that Blackwing montage was the most painful thing I’ve seen in a long time, he got electrocuted and shot, the robot voice told him he was doing a terrible job, and he believes that he’s never getting out :’(
Farah stating that what Dirk has isn’t nice and isn’t helpful was the most profound thing in the entire episode and holy shit, it seems to be entirely accurate. Farah isn’t here for the universe’s bullshit. Farah has no time for this.
And I still maintain that a lot of this season is going to have Todd as the new Dirk, and Farah as the new Todd who needs convincing that this holistic schtick is the real deal.
Why didn’t Farah break the wall? Did she get enough of wall-breaing in season one?
Friedkin slapped an unconscious stroke victim and I’m fully ready to slap him in his gorgeous cheekbones.
Todd spending seven hours chasing a rabbit is probably meant to be a reference to fandom spending seven hours analysing a ten-second trailer clip. This is Max calling us the fuck out and we’re thriving.
I’m willing to bet actual fucking money that “I’m not going to kill you even though it feels like I should”
is going to come back to bite Bart in the ass. We know that Susie is being set up to play a major role in the Mage’s army. We know that Bart was actually being told to pull the trigger. I think this is Bart beginning to break the universe because she strayed from her path.
Friedkin watching Dirk sleep is fucking ominous (out of all the Blackwing projects to be watching, why Dirk?) and I’m fully convinced that, after Dirk’s warning, Friedkin is going to blame him specifically if and when things go wrong.
Speaking of Dirk’s warning though. Was it an intuition? Or just Dirk lashing out and stating the fucking obvious? Because clearly it freaked Friedkin out (and Dirk calling him Mr. Friedkin was weirdly heartbreaking) and that make it slightly more bearable when they dragged him kicking and screaming from the room.
Dirk definitely knows Mona, I swear. His tone of voice when he says “what are you doing here?” sounds like he’s talking to a misplaced coffee mug, or a lost sock. This is all familiar to him.
The episode ends with Susie’s asshole son shooting people in the same way that Dorian was threatening to shoot Dirk and Todd. The parallel continues.
Please tell me that the 3000 pounds of dynamite is going to make an
appearance later because I am here for the mystery squad blowing up the
entire Blackwing facility.
In conclusion, the spawn could’ve been playing with matches on our unsafe townhouse balcony and I couldn’t have dragged myself away from the screen.
Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.
A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)
After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.
Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?
“…and then I blew it up.”
Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”
“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”
“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”
“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.
“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”
“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”
“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.
Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”
“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”
“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”
Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”
“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.
“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”
“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.
“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.
“We?” Billy frowns.
“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.
Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”
“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”
“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”
“What?” Kimberly laughs.
“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”
“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”
“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.
“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”
“I know now.” Trini whispers.
Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.
They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.
“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”
Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”
“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”
“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.
Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”
“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”
“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”
“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”
“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”
“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”
“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.
“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”
“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.
“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”
Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”
“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”
Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”
Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.
“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.
“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”
“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”
“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”
“Trini got hurt.”
The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.
“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.
Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”
“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”
Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”
“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”
Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.
Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”
By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.
All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.
“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”
Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”
“I won’t look…”
“Turn around.” Trini repeats.
A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.
“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.
Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”
“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”
“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”
Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”
“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”
“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”
Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”
“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”
Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”
“But so do they.” Trini whispers.
“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”
Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”
“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”
“Stay.” Trini orders.
Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.
“I’d choose you, y’know?”
Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”
“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”
Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.
Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.
A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.
“Kim!” Harper calls.
Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.
“Hi.” Trini hums.
Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”
Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”
“Always.” Kimberly mocks.
As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.
Anonymous Requested: ( whenever your requests are open can you do a jEALOUS richie x reader? )
Pairing: Richie x Reader
You were spending way too much time with him.
And it pissed Richie off to no end.
He may only be thirteen (almost fourteen!) and he may not understand completely what liking someone means, but Richie knew one thing; he liked you. A lot.
He’s never really liked anyone like that before. Richie was a boy more interested in games and hanging with his friends than worrying about some stupid girly crush. But then again, thinking about that, it might’ve been because Richie didn’t really like to focus on his emotions too much. He didn’t really have a great grasp over them and he’d rather lash out in silly, immature ways then worry about acting proper.
In a way, this is way Richie likes you so much.
You laughed at everything he said, and he means everything. Not in an obnoxious or fake way, in a genuine, happy, giggly way. Your mouth would open and you giggle that cute laugh that Richie adored. You also were innocent; Richie never thought he’d like someone who could never swear seeing as he did it so much. But you were just so sweet and kind that he couldn’t help it. Not too mention, you never got sick of him. You two could spend an entire day together and he’d never grow sick of you but neither would you.
You two had been inseparable. And despite his growing affections for you, Richie was fine with that. As long as he got to spend time with you, he was happy.
That was before Mike joined.
The eight of you may have been being chased by a murdering, shape-shifting clown, but all Richie could think about was you.
You and Mike…
Mike was nice and all, but he was starting to regret ever helping him that day. Okay… not really, but you get his point.
The minute he’d joined, you and him hit it off. Richie stopped being able to make you laugh and now all you did was laugh at Mike’s jokes. All you did was spend your time with him, talking, laughing, joking, whatever. It annoyed Richie to no end. You’d nestle up next to him and spend hours just talking. Bit by bit, it stopped being Richie and Y/N and rather Mike and Y/N.
But of course, after a month of it; he grew tired. Richie wasn’t good at emotions, he’s never really dealt with them before and thinking back, he probably should’ve thought about it more.
Richie’d joined the losers that morning at the barrens and almost immediately he noticed you next to Mike. He’d frowned and like a child, stomped over next to Stan and plopped down. of course, Stan himself couldn’t pass up this wonderful opportunity, and nudged the pouty boy beside him. “You think they’re dating?” He smirked.
“Shut the fuck up, Stan.”
An hour later, you two hadn’t moved and neither had Richie. He’d spent the tim watching you two with a nasty glare. And slowly he could feel the little green monster growing within him until finally he burst. And boy, did Richie burst.
Richie stood up suddenly, clenching his fists; “Y/N, can I speak to you for a moment?” He grit out, pulling your attention from Mike. The smile on your lips fell when you saw Richie’s face and saw how tense he was.
“Can you just give me a second?” You asked kindly, smiling hesitantly. “I’m kinda of talking to Mike here.”
“’I’m talking to Mike here’,” Richie repeated with a terrible impersonation of you. Your smile fell almost instantly and a look of hurt grew on your face. “All you ever fucking do is talk to Mike! What? Do you have a crush on him?”
You weren’t sure what you’d done, but you’d apparently really angered the boy before you.
“Jeez, do you ever stop talking to Mike? Or talking general?” Richie continued, losing himself in the heat of the moment.
“Richie…” You mumbled.
The losers all stood in shock, not sure why Richie was so upset.
“Richie, why don’t we-”
“No, Stan.” Richie interrupted, his glare turning to Mike who seemed just as astounded himself. “You know what? I don’t care anymore- yap all the fuck you want.”
“Hey, man.” Mike said, standing up himself. You reluctantly followed, your eyes watering. “Why don’t you just stop? What the hell is the matt-”
“No!” Richie yelled, “the matter is, is that I like Y/N and ever since you came, all she’s done is talk to you!”
Silence echoed as Richie huffed, and suddenly his face fell as he realized what he’d just said. Not only had he been incredibly rude but he’d also just revealed how he felt in the worst way possible. When his gaze fell to you, he immediately felt guilt well within him.
“This is what this is all about?” You asked, your voice eerily quiet. “I cannot believe you!” You screeched but the minute you saw Richie’s mouth open, you shook your head. Sending an apologetic look Mike’s way, you walked up to Richie and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away. The rest didn’t say anything, only awkwardly and slowly fell back into what they’d been doing before.
When you were far away enough, you turned to Richie.
“Look, Y/N- i’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me but-” You cut off his ramblings to press a kiss against his cheek, shocking him into silence. Biting down the blush that threatened to grow on your cheeks, you leaned down and stared up at the boy. “I like you too.” You softly admitted, “and I accept your apology.”
Because he was Richie, it took him no time to recover. With a sly smirk, the boy leaned forward; “wanna give me a kiss on the lips this time?”
“Not until you apologize to Mike.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You goof.”
This is part thirteen of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)
Being best friends with Jeonghan can be exhausting when he gets into his mischievous moods. He loves stupid pranks more than anything, and he’s so so good at them. He loves to take advantage of the trust other people put in him and test out how much he can bend it. Whenever you get tired or distracted, he finds just the right moment to pull off the most subtle of lies.
Though when you’re actually paying attention, you never fall for anything. In fact, you’re the only one who can see through him, reading him better than anyone. You know him better than anyone.That’s why you’re surprised when you find out he’s managed to keep something from you.
This one is shorter but that’s because it was not only hard to write, but I was also listening to some painful songs. I could read over it or elaborate without opening my own can of worms so…. Mediocrity will have to do for this one. Sorry, but thank you for reading.
It had been a restless night. As Nico slept, Will would hear
sudden shuddering breaths- the aftermath of crying so much before falling
asleep. Will struggled to wrap his mind around all the pain Nico faced. He
didn’t want to let him go even when Nico groaned and tried to pull away in his
sleep because it was hot and he was sweaty. Will couldn’t sleep well. Not after
hearing everything Nico had lived through.
“Thank you for saving me.” Those had been the last words
Nico uttered before falling into his fitful sleep. As if it had been because of
Will that Nico overcame everything. As if Will had been the one picking him up
each time something happened. As if Will had been the one to keep him alive
Nico had no idea how strong he was. He had no concept of the
strength he held in himself. The resilience. Will knew that not everyone
would’ve made it to college in Nico’s circumstances. He knew that not everyone
would’ve been able to live on their own. He knew that not everyone would’ve
been able to make it through such a toxic environment. But Nico had.
Nico had pushed through, and he was here, in the same bed as
Will, breathing, rosy-cheeked. Sleeping, he looked younger. Not at peace, not
completely. There was still a furrow in his eyebrows and a slight frown in his
parted lips. But he didn’t look like a 19 year-old who had grown up almost
completely alone and all too quickly. He looked smaller, more vulnerable.
Will wondered vaguely how many people had woken up to Nico.
How many people had slept beside him and seen the same sleeping face? Then he
wondered if any of them appreciated and loved the sight as much as Will did. He
wondered if any of them looked at Nico with the amount of wonder Will felt. If
any of them had any idea how incredibly strong Nico was.
Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 2 (Pennywise x reader)
You jumped out of bed as
soon as you woke up the next morning, eager to start your day. You had tried
very hard not to think of Pennywise when you had gotten home the day before,
but had failed miserably. Who was he really? Where did he come from? Did he really
live down in the sewer? You tried to think of who you could ask about him, but
you didn’t want anyone thinking you were crazy. So before you had gone to
sleep, you had made a resolve to go back to that same spot when you got off of
work the next day, to see if he was still there.
You threw on a red shirt
and black slacks and pulled your hair up in a messy ponytail. After eating a
quick bowl of cereal, you were out the door.
You knew it wouldn’t make the day go by any faster, but were still
anxious to get it started. As the library was only four blocks from your rent house,
you preferred to walk.
A boy rode by you on his
bike. He had curly black hair and thick glasses. “How you doing, senorita?” he called in a
fake Mexican accent. You shook your head and smiled. “Gonna be late for school,
Richie,” you called after him.
Richie Tozier had been
best friends with your cousin Bill for as long as you could remember. Although
you were five years older than them, you had become close to Bill and his family,
as you had almost spent more time with them than your own. Your dad had died
when you were young, and your mom and stepdad were constantly arguing and had
never seemed to have time for you. So the Denbroughs, especially Bill and his
sweet younger brother, Georgie, had become a second family to you. They would
even pay you to babysit the boys and had even gone so far as to help you find a
place of your own as soon as you were out of high school, an act which, of
course, your parents had not been too thrilled with.
You arrived at work
fifteen minutes early. Mrs. Stout would be pleased. The head librarian was a
stickler for punctuality.
“Good morning, y/n,” she
said when you flounced through the door.
“Good morning,” you beamed
“And how are we doing
today?” Mrs. Stout asked as you joined her behind the circulation desk.
You nodded your head.
“Pretty good actually.”
“Someone sent you
something.” Mrs. Stout gestured off to the side. “Found it outside the door
And then you saw them. In
fact, you don’t know how you missed them. A bouquet of balloons tied to what
appeared to be some kind of small green stuffed animal.
“You have an admirer I
don’t know about?”
“Not that I know of,” you
replied as you slowly approached the gift. “Are you sure they’re for me?”
“Got your name on it.”
Your eyes grew wide when
you saw what the balloons were attached to. A stuffed green frog. You picked it
up and found that your hands were starting to shake. Sure enough, there was a
piece of paper attached to it, with the words ‘For y/n’ written in red. Who
could have possible sent you this? You remembered Pennywise smiling up at you
from within the sewer, the drawing that he had held in his hand. The Frog Prince.
There was no way. Was he
stalking you? How did he know where you worked? And even more importantly, did
he know where you lived?
Your heart started
pounding. You needed to keep it together. The library would be opening up in a
few minutes. And there was no way of knowing for sure if it was from him or
not. You moved your mysterious gift out of the way and took a deep breath.
Today was going to be a long day.
About halfway through the
day you got a call from your mother. She needed you to babysit your half brother
that evening while she and your stepdad went out to a function in town that
night. You sighed. Toby was almost two and you’d spent just enough time with
him to understand that he was handful. But you agreed. You and your mom rarely
spoke since you had moved out and theatre practice had been canceled that night
due to predicted bad weather. The rest of the afternoon went by fairly slow. No
more mysterious gifts showed up much to your relief. But now there was
something else that you were dreading.
The wind was starting to
pick up when you got off of work and rain clouds were starting to roll in. You
walked back to your house and grabbed your car key. You would have to drive to
your mom’s house. It was a large, blue two story with white trim. You mom was
in the kitchen.
“Hi, Mom.” You gave her
mother a dry smile.
Your mom, Sarah, glanced
up from digging in her purse. “Hi honey. How was your day?”
You folded your arms
across your chest. “It was decent.”
Carl, your step dad, came
in from the living room. “Hey y/n.”
You gave him a sheepish
smile and a little wave. Coming over still made you uncomfortable.
“How’s the weather
looking?” Carl asked.
“It’s starting to get
ugly,” you responded.
“You sure you can handle
it, right?” Sarah asked as she went to grab her coat. “The emergency numbers
are on the fridge if you have any problems.”
You stuck your hands in
your pockets. “I think I got it, Mom. We should be alright.”
Carl held the tv remote in
his hand. “I would say you could watch tv, but…” He gestured towards the
television. There was a woman sitting in the middle of a group of children. It
looked like some kind of children’s program. “This has been on all day. Every
channel. And they only talk about one thing.”
You moved to stand next to
Carl in the living room, your eyes on the tv. The woman was talking about the
sewers and how fun it was for kids to play in them. You narrowed your eyes. The
sewers? What an odd thing to discuss.
“It’s ok. I brought some
books with me. I’ll find something to do.”
Your parents gave you last
minute instructions and left. You turned off the tv and went out to your car to
grab a book since tv was out of the question. Thunder rumbled above. And the
wind had gotten stronger. After checking all the doors to make sure they were
locked, you settled down on the couch. Thunder rumbled again.
After reading for a while,
you decided to check on Toby. Sure enough, he was just waking up. You brought
him downstairs, fed him, then put him in his play pen in the living room while
you grabbed yourself something to eat. Afterwards you lay back on the couch
with your book. Torrential rain was lashing at the windows, and more thunder
sounded. Toby whimpered.
“It’s okay, bud. It’s just
a little thunder.”
You read for a while
longer, then before you knew it you were asleep. But in your sleep, you felt a
presence, like you weren’t alone. You felt something tickle your nose, which
you idly rubbed at, then dozed off again. You felt the tickle again.
“Y/n.” The voice was a
whisper. “Y/n.” You heard it again. Calling for you. “Come to the well.” The
voice sounded close. You felt something move down your face. You fought to wake
up. “So pretty.” This time you felt it on your hair. “Come visit me, y/n. Come
Bam! You woke up with a
jolt, your heart hammering in your chest. The lights were out. You glanced
around frantically. It was almost pitch dark in the house. Toby started crying.
You felt a whimper escape you. You just knew someone was in the house with the
two of you. Why hadn’t you thought to grab a flashlight? Lightning flashed again. You made your way to
Toby who was right next to the couch.
“Shh.” You told him. You
were shaking so badly, you almost couldn’t pick him up. You held him and tried
to calm you both down.
Right outside, a man in a
white clown suit, his bright auburn hair dripping from the rain, watched.
Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had (Bucky x Reader)- Part 6
Summary: You and Bucky share a moment that completely affects your mindset, Bucky tries a pumpkin spice latte for the first time, and an unexpected visitor from your past may spell some trouble for the future…
Summary: After failing to find Dean through Sam, Cole
finds out Dean has a girlfriend and turns up at your house.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: demon!dean, violence, injuries to reader, blood, angst, language, cliffhanger
a/n; I wrote this way back when, before I even posted my fics on here. I found it in my docs, so I majorly edited it and decided to post. It was kinda nice to see that my writing has improved a little? aha.
‘Mum, can I watch one more Batman episode before bed?’ Noah asked,
his hazel eyes gleaming up at you with his puppy dog look.
You smile and ruffle
your son’s brown hair. ‘One more- and I mean it,’ you reply as he smiles and snuggles back
into the sofa, grabbing the remote.
He reminded you so much of Dean. Well, the Dean he was before. You
hadn’t heard or seen him since he died and turned into a demon, part of you was
grateful- you didn’t know how you’d even begin to process it and you couldn’t
risk him anywhere near Noah.
had kept you updated and you’d helped him track Dean down like you always used
to, you still had the tech and the knowledge- but Dean as a demon? Yeah, not as
in sync with you and easy to find.
Whilst reading the last pages of this book, (I was on the bus) I could not hold back my feelings. Firstly,
I was in denial. Then came despair, anguish, grief. But they rapidly
turned into anger and frustration. Just like how Violet was feeling,
after finding Theo. You could easily identify a constellation of tears
on my lashes, as I
noticed some people in my surroundings did. Someone asked me if I was
okay. I said I was.
Violet, on the other hand, never cried in
front of anyone. Never showed any signs of weakness. People would look
at her and they would never know there’s a Before and After she
met Finch. Her parents were worried about her because of this. She had
gone through so much heartache and loss in less than a year, they
thought she might do something she would regret, because of the whole
“depression-by-association” thing most people unconsciously believe in.
But she didn’t.
In Finch’s funeral, dozens of people showed up. Hundreds, even. Many
had never said a kind word to him and most were from school. And they
were all crying their eyes out. This made Violet furious. She kept
thinking how fake this scenario was and how his family didn’t deserve to
receive their condolences, because she was the one closest to him and
who’s suffering his loss the most.
That evening, she tortured herself by reading all their conversations
they had via Facebook. And then she opened the notebook she was using
during their wanderings and wrote what follows:
“Letter to Someone who Committed Suicide” by Violet Markey Where
are you? And why did you go? I guess I’ll never know this. Was it
because I made you mad? Because I tried to help? Because I didn’t answer
when you threw rocks at my window? What if I had answered? What would
you have said to me? Would I have been able to talk you into staying or
talk you out of doing what you did? Or would that have happened anyway? Do
you know my life is forever changed now? I used to think that was true
because you came into it and showed me Indiana and, in doing that,
forced me out of my room and into the world. Even when we weren’t
wandering, even from the floor of your closet, you showed me the world
to me. I didn’t know that my life forever changing would be because you
loved me and then left, and in such a final way. So I
guess there was no Great Manifesto after all, even though you made me
believe there was. I guess there was only a school project. I’ll never forgive you for leaving me. I just wish you could forgive me. You saved my life.”
After this, she carried on with the wanderings for their project on her own. She took the map in which Finch had already pointed out their next destinations, even with a numerical order to follow. As she visited each place, she began to realize that he didn’t choose the order or the places at random, as she notices clues and evidence of his previous presence and they were all related to the messages he had sent her before he went to his final destination.
In the last wandering, she stumbled upon an envelope inside a Bible in this chapel, that was the “sanctuary for weary travelers to stop and rest along their way”, and the lyrics to the song he wrote her were carefully scrawled on a piece of paper inside it.
“You make me happy, Whenever you’re around I’m safe inside your smile, You make me handsome, Whenever I feel my nose seems just a bit too round, You make me special, and God knows I’ve longed to be the kind of guy to have around, You make me love you, And that could be the greatest thing my heart was fit to do…. You make me lovely, and it’s lovely to be lovely to the one I love…. You make me happy… You make me special… You make me lovely…”
Even if their wanderings together weren’t recorded and she won’t be able to have physical memories of everything they did together, she realized that it doesn’t matter what you take, but what you leave behind.
She wrote him an epitaph.
Theodore Finch. – I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.
Guys and girls can be friends without talking much.
Guys and girls can be roommates without falling in love. Park Jimin likes to
prove you and the facts of life wrong form time to time.
Word Count: 2,603 I THINK THIS IS THE LONGEST THING IVE WRIRTTEN AHSDAH
A/N: Ahaha guess who crawled out of their cave? This loser. Sorry for being AWOL these past few weeks, Imma be real and say that it was not a pretty picture up in my head . In order to make up for that, I am clearing the To Do List, starting with this request. It’s not as intimate as the request outlined but damn if it isn’t cute. Enjoy, and sorry again~
Go in there [Y/N], just get it over
and done with.
Why are you so freaked out? You
won’t be bothering them, hell maybe you’ll be helping!
sounds really serious, I can’t interrupt them – that’s just rude.’
It’s your own fucking apartment.
Just walk in there and ignore them as you pass by!
internal monologue ended as you sighed at your own stupidity. Of all the
counter arguments you had come up with over the past ten minutes, nothing would
be the logic your own mind bestowed upon you.
It was always interesting. Standing
in front of a world leader at least. They always looked so regal, so important.
Looking down with either kindness or as if they were better than you. And
either way he had to smile and take it. They needed allies. Besides, it was
okay. Lance knew how to play the game. After teachers and authority figures
looking down on him he knew how to play the game. Play it well. Don’t let them
know you’re playing it. Simple. If there was anything Lance was good at, not
much, but games were one of them. He’d had six siblings’ worth of practice and
strict parents. So, playing the game on a moment’s notice like now, was no
surprise or issue as they all stood in front of this world’s leader. The five
paladins, Allura, and Coran. The king was smiling broadly at all of them, hands
spread out in that way that people always depict in a royal’s honesty and
blessings. He regarded the team with reverence and gratitude as he bowed his
head a small bit.
“That was a battle well fought for
you all! We are most grateful and very reassured. Voltron is certainly in quite
capable hands if I can say so myself. It’s with all our gratitude that we thank
you valiant heroes for helping to save my kingdom and home.” The king let his
hands down to brush back a long wisp of hair that escaped past his face. Lance
grinned widely with pride at the words, almost glowing as his chest puffed up.
Pleased and happy at the praise and recognition. Though, with his reputation
Lance knew that it could look like cockiness as he spoke.
“Well, thank you very much!” Lance’s
grin was so wide that it probably could have split his smooth and tan face in
half, which only made the other team mates smile as well. Until that grin faded
into a tight lipped and strained smile as the king barely seemed to recognize
he spoke. Looking over him with cold and calculating eyes that Lance knew all
too well. Lance threw on another smile as he braced for the words he knew were
coming to hit him.
“Except you, blue paladin. You
seemed to be… idle today, did you not? I may be mistaken however; my sight is
not as good as it once was. Do you have a specialty like the others on your
team or?” The king seemed to get an idea, his eyes lighting up. “Ah, I’m very
sorry. You must be a substitute for the true blue paladin. They must be out of
service hmm? Then I’d have to say, as a substitute in need you were truly an
inspiration. A job well done for such shorthanded notice!”
Even after all these years, the
verbal lashings, the disappointment, fake sincerity. It never really stopped
hurting… did it? No… not really. Even when he knew it was coming, it still
could sting. Well, more than sting. It felt like one of those hot knife complications
that Lance had watched back home. Except, it wasn’t a random material the knife
was going through. It felt like the knife was going through him, digging deep
into his back. Again. And again. Just like always. It hurt. Lance was good at
only a few things. Playing games. And faking masks. Of goofy fun. Of
seriousness. He probably would have been a damn good actor honestly. That’s why
it was just, so familiar and easy to put that joking and happy light in his
eyes before anyone could see just how it dimmed with pain and rejection, before
they would look through the mask of his eyes and read the words that his head
filled in to remind him, beat him, and torture him with all of his insecurities.
Chemical imbalances to make you hate
yourself really sucked didn’t it?
But, there was nothing he could do
but smile and laugh through it, right?
The rest of the team however, weren’t
so easy to brush it aside. Not so, ‘happy’ or even mildly okay with the words
that the king had said. Furious, enraged, disgusted are the only adjectives
that really came to mind. Hunk’s fists were clenched at his sides and he was
holding a tight grip onto his tongue so it wouldn’t get loose and spew out
curses, or get more physical and tear the asshole’s tongue off for daring to
insult someone who’d risked their life for his planet. Pidge herself wasn’t
much cooler, glaring silently with a death stare that looked like she was going
to put someone six feet under with a simple stare of sear anger and her own will
No one would put it past Pidge
Allura was handling two people’s
anger together as she discreetly kept an iron grip of Keith’s hands. The red
paladin’s fingers were twitching so bad it was hard for her to hold on, but she
held on through determination. If she didn’t she knew there was a high possibility
of losing an alliance and having one of her paladins face an assault with a deadly
weapon’s charge. Even though, for just a moment, of judgement blurred by anger
and hurt, of diplomatic relations and the well-being and love for her paladins.
She almost wanted to like the long-haired raven go and let Keith’s abundance of
anger and violence exact vengeance for her. How dare he. Dare her make such
accusations at their team’s sharpshooter, the one kid on the team who thought
of everyone, to tell bad jokes and smile at his own expense when everyone was
fed up and stressed. Wanting to give in.
But, the anger turned on a dime, the
burning and toxic emotions turning into horror and shock as Lance just grinned
again. Wide, and almost convincingly as he looked the king right in the eyes
unflinchingly, still clad in his rightful blue paladin armor with his back
straight and his posture screaming confidence and deserving of respect.
“Yeah, that seems about right.” And
Lance spun on the heel of his white and blue shoes, walking briskly away and
heading straight towards the place where he knew he’d left blue for this small
and obviously bitter meeting. Still smiling. Smiling so painful wide that it
hurt his cheeks, even when his eyes burned agonizingly. Crying was so weird,
right? He felt like he did it all the time anymore. For such stupid reasons
too. Of course they couldn’t follow him, they could risk losing an ally for
anything, much less a pathetic paladin who was too easy to get upset. A faux
paladin. So easy to replace. After all, when they could dig up a better blue
paladin, he’d be gone right? No more stupid, goofy, flirty player of a
clinically depressed paladin, right? All he had to do now, was try his best and
live up to the standards he knew he’d always fail, until they found the one to
be the right paladin. Then, he could go home. To Sophia, his mama, and all of
his siblings and family. He could go back to everyone. And no one would ever
think twice. No one would have to know.
Besides, they were all so busy and
cool. He couldn’t drag them down with some stupid insecurities. He could deal
with them. He’d been fighting for his life and mind ever since he was diagnosed
after all. He was used to it. He’d win the fights, and do a good job for now. He
couldn’t let them down, they were all so, powerful, and gifted. If he tried
hard, maybe. Just maybe he could impress them before it was time for him to be
brushed away and aside like always. Everyone always got tired of him
eventually, but, maybe he could make an impression before he faded away. Like
when the tides erased the messages on the soft beach sand of his home, washing
over the words and whisking them away. Sometimes, he could make it deep enough
so that the imprints lasted for a tide or two more… Yeah, he’d do just that.
Just one day at a time after all. He’d
be perfectly fine when they asked. Smile even as he felt like he was going to
die. He was a perfectly useless seventh wheel. But, with the chance he had now,
the present, life, he wouldn’t be happy, but okay was possible. Being happy was
great, but being okay…
Previous part summary: Going to the party was a bad deicison, because Jungkook only insulted you, resulting in you leaving the party.
Italic: Y/n’s thoughts.
A Jungkook CEO AU. Enjoy sweets!
way out of the car and walking over to my house I feel like my anger has not
subsided. Is he for real? I toss my bag onto the couch, the red flower
catching my eyes as I exhale feeling Y/bff/n standing behind me I couldn’t keep
my feelings inside anymore. Turning around looking at her I said
cousin is an ass. How dare he? Who does he think he is?? He insulted me by
trying to give me advice? He can shove his advice up his ass because he has no
right whatsoever. No you know what. It’s my fault, I wouldn’t have went there
if I knew that your cousin was that bastard.’’
Y/n, he is nice trust me. He just wanted your attention’’
sucks to be him then cause he’s never getting my attention. No did you hear
him? ‘’ Did you come here to convince me’’ What the hell? He seriously needs a
okay, it’s my fault. But hey you had fun with the parents atleast, look I’m
going to sleep over tonight and we can do something fun together alright
whatever.’’ I say and walk towards my bedroom. I undress, feeling like I need a
shower as I take my towel and some clothes and necessities and walk inside my
while as I changed and walked outside my bedroom and into the kitchen I saw
Y/bff/n making some coffee. Feeling quite guilty for lashing out at her earlier
I go up to her and give her a back hug, resting my head on her back. She taps
my hands silently telling me to give her some space to turn around, as she did
so, she just hugged me.
okay, you’re good. He was an ass but that’s why I’m here with coffee and
dessert and we have some sweets here too.’’ She said, making me feel even more
guilty about my behavior. Shooing me
away like the mom she is, I go to the veranda and sit there silently under the
night sky, overthinking once again, like every night. I try to brush it off not
wanting to let my past get to me as Y/bff/n is here and I don’t want to burden
her with me crying. She came with everything we needed and sat down beside me,
her eyes turning crescents smiling softly, returning back a smile I sip on the
coffee. It tastes bitter, harsh and sharp but at the same time it tastes sweet,
delicate and soft, the taste so familiar on my tongue reminding me of something
buried deep inside my heart. Sitting there talking about everything together,
having a peaceful night together.
I wake up
to the alarm clock going off, trying to reach it to stop that annoying sound
killing the peace. Noticing that I’m actually going to be late to work if I
don’t get up and fix the current mess that I am, I start to panic. Showering
quickly and making myself look presentable I sprint out the door with a quick
goodbye to Y/bff/n.
on time I finally sigh as I sit down behind the desk. My boss arriving shortly
after as I greet him, following right behind him into his office and starting
to tell him about his schedule for the day.
have a meeting with the board in 30 minutes. And later on you have another
meeting with Mr. Jeon…’’ I say and suddenly my mind goes blank, and I am
annoyed just by thinking of his name.
don’t exactly have all day, go on.’’ My boss says bringing me back to reality.
excuse me sir. Mr. Jeon will arrive shortly after your meeting with the board,
he left a message saying it’s important. Also…’’
I continue giving
him information about his schedule for the day and then I excuse myself to
prepare for the meeting. The meeting ended nicely, and currently I’m waiting for
that judging brat to arrive. Suddenly the door opens and here he is, wearing
clothes that screams expensive and a smirk on his face that I wanna destroy. I
stand up bowing down slightly as I show him to the office, seeing him make
himself comfortable on the couch after greeting my boss. They start to talk
about work as I stand there writing down the most important details.
excuse us for a while’’ I bow and start walking towards the door but stopped as
soon as I heard
hyung, can’t she stay?’’ Hyung? What the..?
I turn back around, meeting his stare with a confused expression on my
thought you wanted to talk privately?’’
‘’Well you see hyung, I want her to be mine.’’
I’m contemplating on making a Jungkook P.O.V for you guys, so tell me if you do want that.