A pink faced girl with a white headscarf stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. ‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table; the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
Do you ever think about the way Wolfgang truly appreciates Kala though? The show makes a point of showing it; Rajan and all of his friends and family always comment on Kala’s looks, and how beautiful she is, how utterly stunning she is, whereas Wolfgang has not once mentioned her looks. Sure, he’s clearly physically attracted to her, but he appreciates her intelligence and intellect - he asks her about her opinions on science vs religion, he found it hot when she used her intelligence to blow up the car, and he was attracted to her when she built that bomb because to him, it’s not just her body that’s sexy, it’s everything about her.
It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.
Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!
After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.
Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”, or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still a popular girl that was way out of his league.
“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.
“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”
“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.
“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”
“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”
Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.
“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”
“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”
This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.
“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?
“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.
That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.
“Are you friends with them?” “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”
A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.
“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”
“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.
“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.
A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.
The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.
“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”
“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”
“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?
Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.
And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.
“You can do this Peter, you got this”
Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.
Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.
Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.
“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.
“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.
“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”
“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”
The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?
Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”
Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.
“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”
“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”
“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”
“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”
The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.
Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.
“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”
Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.
“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”
She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.
“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”
She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.
“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”
Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!
Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.
His fingers sanked into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.
He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.
Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.
He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.
The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.
Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?
Peter realised the situation as well as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.
“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”
“Will I see you again?”
Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.
“Sooner than you think”
With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.
watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly
long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas
smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of
complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow
also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but
sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts
as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.
“Mommy, daddy !” She heared the voice of her little girl, it was sloppy, but what else could you expect from a two year old?
“Mommy’s coming ,baby ” Y/N finished cleaning up the mess her daughter left in the kitchen after dinner and went to the living room where she was on the floor looking at the TV, where her father was.
The little girl would usually be sleeping at that hour, but that day was the exception, Bill, her father, was on Jimmy Kimmel and she wanted to see him. Y/N picked up Isabella from the floor and sat with her on the couch.
“So, Bill, you have a daughter, right? “Jimmy asked.
“Yes, I do, a little two year old called Isabella.” he smiled at the thought of his daughter, the beautiful girl he and Y/N had created together.
“I have to ask, how is fatherhood for you? I mean, I have a daughter myself she’s three and I do not have te energy to run after her”
“It’s intresting, I don’t need to go to the gym to stay fit” the public laughed at his answer “ She’s so full of energy, like all the kids I suppose, and she’s messy, very messy, She does this thing, that everytime you put food before her or at her sight and close to her, she will pick the dish up and throw it. It’s like war everytime she has to eat.”
“Yeah, I think I rather run after my daughter “ Jimmy said laughing "Is it true that she’s not afraid of Pennywise?“
"Quite the opposite, she loves Pennywise… ”
“Because it’s normal loving a children killing clown ” everybody laughed at Jimmy’s words, including Bill.
“The reason why she loves it, is because during the filming Isabella and Y/N, my wife, would come sometimes to the set and Isabella would see me dresses up as Pennywise or sometimes they were with me during the transformation Bill-Pennywise.” He moved on his seat, remembering how Isabella would want to be in his father’s arms during the transformation and play with him “So now everytime she sees any poster that has Pannywise on it she says Daddy! ”
“We have a video that your wife recored and you brought it ” Jimmy said and the video started playing.
Isabella was on it, Bill was in front of her, dressed as Pennywise, the little girl said daddy with happiness in her tone and run to her dad’s arms without hesitation. He picked her up and kissed her cheek.
The public awed and Y/N at home smiled of her daughter’s actions.
“You are such a daddy’s girl, aren’t you? ” Y/N said to Isabella, which just smiled and nodded.
By the time Bill came home, all the lights were out, he did not expect anything else, it was late and Isabella should have been a long time ago asleep.
As quiet as possible he went up the stair and in to Isabellas room.
“Good night little one, I love you.” Bill kissed his daughers forehead and went into his and Y/N bedroom.
He looked at his wife, she looked beautiful as always. He chaned into his pajamas, wich were just a pair of sweater shorts.
“I love you, Y/N” he expected no answer , but she was awake.
“I love you too, Bill, now come to bed with me” he smile and went into the bed beside her. “I asked to Isabella today if she was daddy’s girl, you know what her answer was?”
“I can imagine it” Bill said.
“She just smiled and nodded.” Y/N came closer to her husband. Bill huged her.
“Well… we both know she’s daddy’s girl since we found out the gender…you know what? We should have another one” Bill looked down at his wife.
“That’s not happenning till at least one more year, I need Isabella to grow up a little more.
“But we can practice for it” he smiled and kissed Y/N.
Harry opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the small light that entered his bedroom when Anne opened the door. Anne walked into the room slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She placed it down on the bedside table next to the untouched plate of food she brought up just a couple of hours ago.
Harry closed his eyes once more as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. Anne took a seat on the bed next to him and began running her hand through his hair. “It’s heartbreaking to see you this way” Anne whispered quietly.
Harry remained silent, used to hearing the same words used by all his friends and family:
“Everything’s going to be okay someday”-How could it be? He just lost his best friend.
“Just know she’s in a happier place”- Could it be such a happy place if she wasn’t here on Earth anymore? “She lived a happy life.” - She could be living a happy, longer life. With him.
Anne’s eyes glanced to the picture frame that was on the bedside table. She stared at the picture taken about three years ago. As she continued staring at the picture, her eyes started to well up with tears.
Y/N was carefully wiping the cake off her nose, careful to not wipe off any of her makeup. Harry was standing next to her, rubbing a towel against his cheek. Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the washroom mirror. “I thought we agreed to not be those cliche couples that smash the cake into each other’s face” you joked.
Harry removed the towel from his face and smiled. “Love, it’s a tradition! Everyone does it on their wedding day” he pointed out as he turned to look at you properly. Y/N let out a chuckle as she threw away the tissue into a nearby trashcan. “Did you really have to smash it against me that hard though?”
Harry walked over to his new wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry Mrs. Styles. It was never my intention.” Y/N softly smiled as she straightened out her new husband’s tie. “It’s alright. I know you’ll make up it up to me tonight” Y/N smirked, her hands resting on his chest.
Harry’s eyes went wide as Y/N tried to hold back her giggle. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s waist, careful not to stand on her beautiful, white dress. “Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?” Y/N let out a chuckle before she stepped out of Harry’s hold. The newly wed couple exited the washroom and began walking towards where the reception was being held.
Just before they waked in, Harry turned to his wife. “Ready?” Y/N smiled as she nodded her head, “Always.”
The room was filled with friends and family. Everyone static to celebrate Y/N and Harry’s love. There was a sense of happiness that floated around the room. One of the photographers noticed the couple walking in. Immediately he pulled out his camera, “Smile, lovebirds!”
Harry pulled Y/N close to him, his hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on the cheek. Y/N placed her hand on Harry’s check as she looked at the camera and smiled.
Anne fiddled with her fingers on her lap. Lately it’s been hard talking to her son. For all his life, he could talk to her. When he was little and got a scape on the knee, she could put a bandaid on it and everything will be right in the world. When he was a teen and just experienced his first heartbreak, Anne was the one to tell him there were so many other fishes in the sea and to stop dwelling on someone that wasn’t worth his time. When Harry first introduced Y/N to Anne, she was the one that told him that Y/N was special and to never let her go.
What was she supposed to do when he lost his wife?
Harry opened his eyes, his eyes looking everywhere else but at Anne. “Mum, just…I want to be alone.” Harry’s raspy voice let out as he buried himself more into the blankets on the bed.
Anne bit her lip as she nodded her head. Quietly she let herself out of what used to be Y/N and Harry’s shared room.
Harry ran his hand over his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the papers in front of him. Gemma and Anne quietly sat on both sides of Harry, watching his every move.
“Would you like the deceased to be buried or cremated?”
Harry closed his eyes to prevent the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his leg beginning to bounce as his hands began to shake.
Gemma cleared her throat. “Buried,” Gemma whispered quietly. Anne reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. Her heart filling with sorrow.
The funeral director nodded. His mouth set in a straight line. “Will you be going with the traditional ceremony with a casket present or not present?”
Suddenly, Harry stood up and walked out the room. Gemma was quick to go after her younger brother while Anne stayed back with the director.
“Harry!” Gemma called out as Harry was pacing out the door. Gemma placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down. Harry turned around and quickly hugged his sister as he sobbed into her neck. Gemma was quick to wrap her arms around him, her own tears began to pour.
Gemma walked down the stairs, a baby monitor in her hands. Y/N was sitting down on the couch sipping a glass of wine. Gemma let out a breath as she plopped down next to her. “Little bugger is finally asleep.”
Y/N smiled. “You have a beautiful little girl, Gem.” Gemma turned her head and smiled at Y/N. “Thanks love but trust me, when you and Harry have children of your own, they’ll be absolutely gorgeous.”
Y/N blushed at Gemma’s words. Her finger tip tracing the wine glass. A moment of silence passed before Gemma finally spoke up. “Have you guys talked about having children?”
Y/N sighed. “We have. But…I don’t know if we’re quite ready.” Y/N admitted as she turned her body towards Gemma and leaned her head against the couch.
Gemma picked up her own wine glass before turning to Y/N as well. “You guys have been married for two years now. Surely you guys are ready.” Y/N shook her head as she stared into her glass. “His album is almost about to release. Then he’s going to have to go on press tours, then soon enough an actual tour. He’s going to be gone for a long time. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant by myself yet alone care for a newborn.”
Gemma nodded, her mind flashing back to when she first had her daughter. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done without her husband helping along the way. “I think you and Harry are able to take over the world.”
Y/N let out a chuckle. Gemma shook her head, “No, I’m serious. It’s hard and almost rarely seeing a love that you and Harry have. It’s the kind of love you see in movies. I don’t think anything or anyone can ruin that. Having a baby, having children will bring the two of you closer if humanly possible. And Y/N, I know my brother will love that little bug more than life itself. I know he’s willing to drop anything and everything for you. I believe in you guys.”
Y/N’s head tilted as she smiled at her sister in law. Careful not to spill her drink, she leaned over and pulled Gemma in for a hug. “I think the best part of marrying Harry was getting you as a sister.” Y/N admitted. Gemma softly smiled as she returned the hug.
Harry walked into his room and shut the door. He instantly went to Y/N’s side of the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes nor did he bother wiping his tear stained face. He had an excuse. He just came back from Y/N’s fucking funeral.
Harry looked over to Y/N’s bedside table. Everything remained untouched from the last time Y/N was here. Y/N’s reading glasses were on top of her favorite novel that she’s read too many times to count. Her favorite candle to light around fall was halfway gone. There was an empty glass that was always filled because she would always be incredibly thirsty when she woke up in the morning.
Lying on the middle of the table was Y/N’s engagement ring.
Harry demanded that Y/N was buried with her wedding band on. In his head it meant that Y/N would be with him forever. Harry picked up the engagement ring. As he stared at the beautiful ring that took a pretty big chunk out of his bank account, memories of his marriage started to play in his head: how he asked Y/N’s parents for her hand in marriage, how he picked out the ring with both Anne and Y/N’s mother, how he proposed, how Y/N looked when he got down on his knee. He thought about the pride he felt when he would hold Y/N’s hand and feel her ring on her, he thought about the fights that only made them stronger. He thought about how he was supposed to fucking grow old with Y/N. He thought about it all.
And it killed him.
“Gah!” Harry yelled out in frustration as he threw the ring across the room. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he laid his head against Y/N’s pillow, her smell still lingering. Harry let out a sob. He stared at the ceiling. “You promised! You fucking promised!” Harry yelled through his sobs, his hands flying to his face.
One night when Harry and Y/N were both 18, they took a drive together. They let the night carry them away. The car ride was filled with laughter, smiles, story telling, happiness. They drove until they were miles away from the city. They were driving away from all their troubles, promising to return.
Eventually they stopped in a field a hundred miles away from civilization. The only light was from the lantern Harry kept in his car for emergencies. Harry and Y/N were laying on the hood of his car, staring at the million of stars in front of them, something you would never be able to see in a busy city like London.
“Does it ever scare you?” Y/N whispered, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful sight in front of her. Harry looked over at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised. “About what, love?”
Y/N looked at those beautiful green eyes she would always get lost in. “About how fast everything is changing for us?”
And things were changing. Harry was in one of the biggest bands in history, their success growing more and more each day while Y/N tackled the hardship of being a uni student. It was a sore topic. To talk about the idea of someday growing apart.
Harry nodded his head as he gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. “Sometimes it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. How much I adore you. How I couldn’t see myself with any other person than you.”
Harry’s words brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She leaned up and looked at her boyfriend. “I will love you forever, Harry Styles.”
Harry leaned up, a smile decorated on his face. He brought Y/N’s hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “Promise me something, petal?” Y/N nodded her head, “Anything, H.”
“Promise me no matter what obstacles come our way, no matter what life throws at us, no matter how many people are telling us no, promise me. Promise you’ll never leave me.”
Y/N smiled. This was a promise she would be sure to keep. Nothing would make her say otherwise. She placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips. With her forehead leaning against his, “I promise.”
Harry pulled his knees to his chest. He began to rock back and forth, the tears never leaving his eyes. Through his sobs, Harry whispered to himself, “You promised.”
eh idk. is this too repetitive to the things i write? lol at first i was like damn this gonna be good but then i was like oh god AM I SELLING OUT.
Y/N‘s teased Harry all night, and he wants her to pay for it (she secretly wants it too, really badly).
Y/N felt like a proper, scandalous tease tonight.
The sweetest smile was rested on her lips as she talked to their friends, she wasn’t paying half a mind to the conversation if she’s honest, she was too giddy and distracted. Under the dining table, her fingertips were brushing back and forth on Harry’s crotch, lightly tracing the outline of his cock through his floral print trousers. He hadn’t payed much mind to it at first, other than a flinch of his eyebrows in surprise, and a questioning look pointed her way. As the evening led on, however, the light traces and dances of her fingertips against his thigh had quickly escalated to something much more. Her palm was planted right on top of him, squeezing and palming his noticeably enlarged length now.
His efforts to warn her through panicked glances when she got him almost right on the edge— nearly too far to be able to gulp down his moans with his water but not quite on the brink for him to come in his pants— went past her with just a simple shrug and a smug perk of her lips.