they kept this a secret for two months

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Six

-A woman’s total came out to $6.32. She handed me $5.07 and waited patiently for her change. I let her know that there was $1.25 left, to which she let me know that this was the correct amount for her to receive back. Upon getting my point across, she handed me $1.00 more. Hesitantly, I pointed out the discrepancy, at which point she took the balance out of my hand and passed me a crisp ten.

-A bouncing baby with, what I suspected to be, a full diaper, showed me his talent of fitting his entire fist inside his mouth. Already, he has accomplished more in life than I could ever dream of achieving.

-When asked how she was today, a woman replied with only silence and a single thumb raised to the sky. This fleeting moment spoke volumes more than any mere words could.

-In one of the most tragic moments I have yet to witness, a jar of salsa slid out of a man’s cart and shattered into thousands of spicy shards, spraying all over his sandal-clad feet. This was not a tragedy for his loss of mild picante pleasure, nor did the sadness lie in the hot mess left for me to clean. The deeply troubling nature of the situation stemmed entirely from the squelches that accompanied each of his steps after.

-A man asked me not to bag any of his items, as he had, instead, brought along with him a large bucket.

-A five year-old girl approached my register, got up on her toes to rest her arm along the bar, and, holding up five of her little fingers, ordered as many stickers, to go. With a flick of my wrist and a wink of my eye, I served up this order, receiving only a blank expression in return. True artistes are never appreciated in their time, but I will never give up the Craft of Flair.

-I handed a child a sticker. His mother prompted him to thank me. When he did not, his mother revoked his sticker privilege and insisted that he say his thanks. Instead, he turned to me, looked directly into my eyes, and said, “Voodoo.” I deeply wish she had just let him keep the sticker. Another curse is the last thing I need right now.

-I saw a man in his eighties walk into the airlock at the store’s entrance, perch himself upon a motorized cart, and drift swiftly to sleep. I want this man to take me under his wing and teach me, as I could never achieve such sound slumber so speedily in such a trafficked place, but I know that I can never ask him as much. That would involve waking him up, and that simply will not do.

-I watched a young boy walk up to my lane, brandishing a pixelated sword from Minecraft and a Peter Quill mask from Guardians of the Galaxy. He asked me if I could ring up his aforementioned “Star Wars toys”, and after a brief pause, if I had heard of that new movie about the galaxy guards. When I told him that I had, he informed me that he was, in fact, the guy from that. Naturally, I was starstruck and asked him for more details. This rare celeb sighting was sadly cut short, as Star-Lord’s dad leaned over my counter, stole my hand sanitizer, and demanded to know what exactly was with these credit card chips he kept hearing about everywhere.

-A newborn child, scarcely two months-old, rolled through my lane and, in the moments that followed, changed my life. I smiled. She giggled. I waved my hand. She waved her foot. I stuck my tongue out. She waved both her feet. This is now, and will forever be, our secret handshake.

[TRANS] ‘Seventeen’ Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Interview (P1)

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RAP MONSTER

- Why are you called “the destruction god”?
JIN: He might seem intelligent and cool, but he’s actually very slow and clumsy. He breaks all kind of stuffs in our dorm from electronic equipment to kitchen tools. That’s why we call him “destruction god”. (laughs)

- What’s your favorite place?
RAP MONSTER: The lake park nearby. I really like going for a walk at the park on nice days.

- What do you want to do in Japan?
RAP MONSTER: Shopping!! There are many clothing brands I like in Japan. If I go to Japan for work, I can’t eat out much, not to speak of shopping… But it’s okay. I’m not upset. I want to travel off-work to Japan and have fun as much as I want some day!

JIN

- What are you interested in these days?
JIN: Nintendo DS. I always play it whenever I can, in my room or in the car. I have to fly a lot because of the world tour, so It’s a perfect way to kill time.
JIMIN: I bought one right before going to Japan because of Jin-hyung too. Just a few more week and other members will be into this too for sure. Except Suga-hyung. (laughs)

- You’re called the trendsetter of the group, is it true?
JIMIN: Once Jin-hyung is into something, other members will somehow be into it too. It happens a lot. The only exception is Suga-hyung, he’s way too unwavering. (laughs)

SUGA

- What are you interested in recently?
SUGA:
There’s a convention about music equipment from all over the world, I watch the videos from that convention and check out the newest equipment. I’ve been liking up-to-date equipment since I was young. I adopt computers or electronic equipment faster than anyone else. 

- Any episode that can tell you’re like a music maniac?
RAP MONSTER:
His room is flooded with equipment. Those music equipment emit so much heat that his room’s hot like hell!! No one would be able to stand it without air conditioner. We plan not to come near his room in the summer. (laughs)

J-HOPE

- Tell us J-hope’s secret!
V:
A secret would no longer be a secret if it’s disclosed. But if I have to tell one… He gave me a present not long ago, a watch I wanted to have, as a surprise. He even put in a handwritten letter ♡

- What is the main choreography point in ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears’?
J-HOPE:
The ‘blood, sweat and tears’ chorus. The dance move of stroking from the neck to the face like wiping tears!

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be?
J-HOPE:
Jungkook. I want to be young. What do I want to do? Hmh, I think I would do nothing like a maknae would!

JIMIN

- Where does your nickname (Slow Jimin) come from?
RAP MONSTER:
The reason we call him that… It’s because Jimin’s always late. (laughs) He wakes up late and does many thing slowly. He tends to be slow.

- Anything you were slow on recently?
JIMIN:
May 8th is Parents’ Day in Korea. It’s like ‘Father’s Day’ and ‘Mother’s Day’ in Japan, a day for children to express their gratitude to parents. I wanted to give them something on that day, but I kept thinking of what to give to make them happy… Two months passed and now I still can’t decide what to give. I’m late with presents too. (laughs)

V

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be? 
V: No one. I know the members too well so there’s probably nothing I want to know from becoming them. And I know every secret of Jimin and Jungkook. Right? Right?
JUNGKOOK: …….Right. (laughs)

- What is V’s secret?
JUNGKOOK: He sometimes pretends to be cool. He’s always playful but on some certain days he can be cool depending on his mood. I was saying “Those who are good at English are so cool” and he suddenly spoke in English. He started to appeal himself “I’m cool right?”. It’s cute.
V: That’s right. I’m cute ♡

JUNGKOOK

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be?
JUNGKOOK: Rap Monster-hyung. He’s really smart. I want to be smart too!

- No one can beat me on this!
JUNGKOOK:
Listening to music. I listen to music all the time. Also I don’t lose when it comes to passion. My heart is flaming more than anyone else!! I’m warm-hearted ♡

- Tell us Jungkook’s secret!
J-HOPE:
Secret.. Does he have any? We live together all the time so I don’t know what is a secret anymore. (laughs) Should I say it’s that Jungkook has a lot of greed? Not like doing as he pleases but in a good way. He’s greedy like “I want to challenge this to improve myself”!

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Try Harder To Be Discreet. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Can I please request a Barry Allen x Reader where she is Harrison Wells’ daughter and Barry and the reader have been married for a while now and they want to tell the team that they are expecting a baby. Thanks! 

I don’t know if you meant Eobard!Wells, or Harry Wells, or H.R. Wells. So I decided to go with Eo!Wells who isn’t evil in this. I hope you don’t mind!

I know… I’ve been inactive! I really am trying!

I know this is late! I’m sorry!

Requests are open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by gustin-daily

You looked down at the small tattoo of a lightning bolt on your ring finger for comfort as you threw up in the S.T.A.R. Labs restroom. It was Barry’s idea, seeing as a wedding band would’ve raised suspicions. It’s been nearly two years since you and Barry started dating. And it’s been about six months since you two were secretly got married. Your relationship was something unplanned, but neither of you had any doubts. 

The only problem with the marriage and relationship was that your father, the great Harrison Wells, has yet to be informed about it. Every chance you got to tell him, there was always something that ruined the moment. You knew the more you kept it a secret, the more strained your relationship with your father would be. The mere thought of losing your father made you want to hurl, but that wasn’t the reason as to why you were having morning sickness.

After a few minutes, you got up and composed yourself, fixing your hair in a bun and wiping away your smudged makeup. You quickly left the restroom and went back to your desk, pretending as if nothing happened. 

“Caitlin, please check on (Y/N).” Your father said as he monitored the computers, watching Barry’s every movement.

“But Barry’s on a mission-” Caitlin began, but your father shook his head.

“Armed robbery… Barry’s got this.” Caitlin gave you a soft smile before helping you up.

Caitlin knew exactly was wrong with you, but she didn’t want to pry. You wish you invited her to be a witness to your wedding, but since the decision was so spontaneous, Joe and Iris took on the roles. 

“Every thing seems to be in order. You don’t have a fever…” Caitlin trailed off as she cleaned off her thermometer. “Did you have anything bad last night?” She asked. 

You shook your head as you thought about last night. Barry spent the night trying to make you comfortable and catered to your every need. He even raced to Star City to get Big Belly Burger, the one that always put in extra fries. But you definitely didn’t eat anything that didn’t sit well with you. If anything, it sat quite nicely. 

“She seems fine.” Caitlin called out to your father as Barry sped right in. His eyes widened as he took note of you sitting on the hospital bed.

“You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes. What he really wanted to ask was: is the baby okay?

You nodded. “Just threw up because of something. No biggie.” 

“Yes biggie. You could have an ulcer, or some gallbladder diseases, or a brain tumor, (Y/N)!” Cisco yelled out. You raised your eyebrows at him. 

And Caitlin gave him a strange look. “Did you look up vomiting causes on WebMD?” She asked. Cisco gave her a sneaky grin and she rolled her eyes. “I promise, you have none of that. Don’t worry… I’m talking to you, Dr. Wells.” You all chuckled as your father’s panic was easily seen on his face.

“I mean she could be pregnant.” Your father stated. Everyone just froze on the spot. You and Barry both looked at him quizzically. None of you were sure if he was joking or not, but the thought of your father finding out this way shook you to your core. “What?”

“W-why do you say that?” You asked, your voice shaking but you attempted to keep it straight. 

“People take pictures, (Y/N). Videos, even.” Your father began. “And the funniest thing occurred to me when I saw these videos and photos on the internet… I thought hmm.. why is Barry always running around near (Y/N)’s apartment? You can put together a puzzle like that as quickly as a speedster, can’t you? You randomly getting a lightning tattooed on your ring finger. Barry always worrying about you. You always worrying about Barry. Not to mention we have cameras.” 

You and Barry knew the cat was out the bag, but neither of you dared to glance at each other. You both kept your eyes trained on your father. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asked.

“Two and a half years.” Barry asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Anything else I might want to know?” 

You slowly tip toed over to your husband as you interlaced your fingers. “Um… Six months ago we eloped.” You saw your father’s jaw clench but it slowly released. “And I’m three and a half weeks pregnant.” You and Barry flinched awaiting your father’s wrath, but none came. 

“That part I put together on my own seeing as you’re almost always tired, hungry, and if you aren’t at a calmed state, your enraged. Much like your mother.” You smiled, remembering the memories you had of her, a few tears escaped your eyes and Barry rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to walk my baby girl down the aisle, but we can always redo that part. Barry take care of my girl. And… for the love of God, Try Harder To Be Discreet.

You walked over to hug your father, crying quietly into his arms. But then Cisco cleared his throat. “We’re definitely redoing that wedding. Barry, what were you thinking? I wasn’t your best man, dude!” 

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TW: major character death

The day of the youngest McClain’s birth was a chaotic day at that. Straight out of the movies sort of thing.

The already large family sat in the bleachers of the baseball diamond, watching the middle sister, Maya, as she pitched for her team.

It was the last game of the summer, school only days away, and the timer was winding down to an end.

Mama and the other siblings, all six others, watched with apprehension. This was it.

Maya drew back her arm, perfect for a curve, and right as the ball left her fingers, the crowd went wild.

Well, the McClain section of the crowd, that was. They took up a lot of room.

And then it was heard.

“Aye, get Papa! Mama is having baby brother!” The littlest sibling, nine years old, called out.

You can pretty well assume how it went from there, dozens of kids taking off across the baseball field and people filing out of the bleachers.

Whooping and hollering, one even cried at all the commotion, scared for her Mama, but found that this was a good thing.

The baby was coming!

Baby Lance was going to be born!

Everyone was so excited. The day was partly cloudy, the sun peeking through clouds and blazing, ocean heard from miles around.

It was the perfect day.

But that’s not how it would end.
No one expected what happened next.

Lance was born at 2:33 pm, with skin as blue as his eyes.

He wasn’t breathing when he entered the world, not even the beautiful cry could be pulled from his lungs.

The entire day down spiraled, as the father was ushered out, the mother taken for clean up, and little Lance went directly to the ICU.

Respiratory Distress Syndrome.

He could have survived it, but the little one was born just a little too early. His excitement for life cut way too short.

Lance was born 4 pounds, 7 ounces.
He was so very small, and very skinny.

His only baby picture would be of him laying in the incubator, attached to way too many tubes and machines.

Way too many, yet too little.

Lance died at 5:03 pm.
Unable to breathe, unable to hold on.

His mother mourned, heavily.
Her little son whom she had been so excited to bring into the world, gone.

The tears shed by the siblings who would never get their little brother that they had spent months making welcoming gifts for.

The bedroom at home, all set up, would remain empty for almost two years to come.

Mama said she wouldn’t have another baby after what happened to Lance. She couldn’t stand the idea of losing another baby.

But a year later, came the announcement. Mama was pregnant. It was a boy.

She kept the name a secret until the day of his birth, and wouldn’t even let her husband know.

He stopped trying to argue.

And months after the announcement, a little baby boy was born. Blue eyes, tanned skin, and little tufts of brown hair on his head.

The day was sunny, perfect.
The baby was delivered healthy as could be, with a bright smile and a cute little nose.

5 pounds, 3 ounces, at 3:24 pm.
July 28th would be his big day.

“Welcome to the world, mijo…” a mother said to her new baby as she stared at him with sad, yet happy eyes, knowing why he was here.

The boy would grow up, taking on the title of the replacement. He would get into trouble.

He would play tricks with his siblings and sneak around at night to search the night.

The boy always liked to go further out to sea than he was allowed, and loved to scare his mother.

He would learn to love the sky, especially the night sky. Space.

The boy with the blue eyes would make a best friend and go to school with him. Galaxy Garrison.

Soon, upon arrival, he would learn the role he had been assigned upon entering the world 16 years ago.

Replacement.

As the greater pilot in his class dropped out, the Cuban boy would merely take his place. He would take any grasp he could at being just as good an just as loved as the pilot before him.

No one talked about him at school.
No one ogled at him.
No one wanted to be his simulator buddy besides Hunk and Pidge.

And when this boy would escape that night, take a blue lion up to space with some faces he would learn to care for, it would happen again.

His hero would leave them, and as the best pilot they had took a step up, he would act as a replacement.

That’s all he ever was.

This boy would be in the shadow of the First, the Better, for the rest of his life.

When his mother would look at the image that was placed above his grave, another image would be put beside it.

A baby in an incubator, with blue skin.

He was a failed replacement for the fantastic drop out. He was a failed red paladin and as a paladin in general.

He was a failed replacement of a son, lost to a desperate mother so many years ago.

Lance Charles McClain.

nothing like us

Originally posted by nunkocchi

genre: angst/slight fluff; drabble

pairing: jungkook x reader

length: 2.0k

summary: the one thing worse than dating someone you’re not in love with is seeing the love of your life in the arms of another man because you took too long to confess, and unfortunately, jungkook comes to realize that one month too late.

prompts:
“that’s not what i meant and you know it!”
“you’re putting words in my mouth!” 
“please don’t shut me out.”

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Serial Killer AU(Part 5)

Here we go again! What a nice smutty and fluffy chapter we had last time huh? Lol, the calm before the storm. The next part will probably take a couple more days to be written cause it is the ending.

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4End 1| End 2|  



Marinette was what one would consider way too relaxed for someone who was on the way to a crime scene. It had been the first one in three weeks and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Since a certain night on the roof, the mysterious murder stopped appearing. Every person in the department was on the edge about something big happening, something unexpected. And it seemed like it came. When they got the call, the person o the other side said they can’t just explain it through the phone. They had to come and see by themselves. Tikki was gritting her teeth, obviously not happy with the development. Marinette bit her lip. It couldn’t have been Adrien. He texted her telling her he was working on a special project just half an hour ago.

Once they reached their destination, the technical crew along with Marinette and Tikki got out of the car and headed towards the side alley. The crowd was already restricted on that sidewalk and the road had been blocked save for the police force. When they reached the murder scene, Marinette felt her heart beginning to beat frantically. On the side of the alley, across the wall nine people were hanging, their bodies impaled on the building in such a way that it formed a huge heart.

So that was the special project.

Tikki was barking orders left and right, but Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off the wall. Anger aside, she couldn’t help, but feel a little flattered. Hell knows how much time he spent putting this plan together to create this thing when it wasn’t even dark outside. She will still kick his ass for this, though, no matter how flattering it was.


Marinette was raging. She slammed the door of Adrien’s flat behind her as she walked in the living room. He was just taking off his mask when she stormed in. He glanced at her surprised before a smile took over his features. It looked rather odd when he only had his cat lenses without the mask.

“Princess! So good to see – ouch.” he settled his palm over his cheek and looked at her surprised. “What did I do to deserve that slap?”

Marinette was fuming. “Nine people at once? Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “No, I wouldn’t say so.”

Marinette glared at him, before her eyes changed to something he couldn’t quite place. A mix of sadness and exasperation. “Why are you doing all this?”

“Oh, buginette. You are still focusing too much on me and not enough on them in this whole.thing.” he leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to wash all the scum off me. There is sole meunière in the fridge if you are hungry.”

Marinette watched him disappear behind the bathroom’s door with a frown on her face.


Checking the background of the victim was a downright nightmare. She got special permission from the département de l'information to use their database. Adrien’s words were haunting her. What in the world was about those people that she wasn’t focusing on? The research of the deceased hadn’t gone too far, that was true. They had no close relationship or family, their job situation was nothing out of normal, neighbors confirmed there was nothing that could give off the vibe of a conflict with anybody. After she realized it is Adrien doing all this, she thought it made sense. She knew all he had been through with losing both his parents and she was sure he would never pull someone else through that pain. So what was about these people that made him kill them. Adrien never showed any tendencies to criminal, let alone homicidal behavior. She was missing a key piece here and he had given her a vital clue. There was something about these people. Marinette kept scrolling through the file. Until she found something that made bile rise in her throat. Opening a new tab, she accessed the file of another victim. Her eyes bugged out. She kept going through the different files, feeling both sick, but also satisfied enough she finally got a pattern.

Marinette leaned back in her chair with a sigh. Pulling out the phone that wasn’t tracked by the services, she dialed Adrien’s number.

“Ma choupinette!” Adrien’s cheery voice exclaimed through the speaker. “How are you?”

“It’s not your place to serve them justice,” Marinette stated, getting directly into the topic. “There are authorized institutions to do that.”

“You finally caught up! How sweet of you, ma minette, but do answer a question of mine. Did they do their oh so called job?”

Marinette bit her lip. They didn’t. All of the cases were swept under the rug and the identity of the assailants was kept anonymous or simply declared unknown to the public, even though they were very much known by the people in charge of the investigations. Still, it didn’t justify murder. “There are international organizations that could have taken care of it then.”

“And who would have brought it to them when they are kept secret by the people who were supposed to solve them, huh?” Marinette’s shoulder fell. He was right. “Admit it, princess. They would have never been brought to justice. Someone had to do something.”

Marinette inhaled. He had a point, but… “Over ten people, in two months. Do you know what will happen if you get caught with murdering all these people?”

She didn’t need to be there with him to know he was smirking smugly. “Good thing that I won’t be caught. Also, buginette, please, let’s not refer to those things as people.”

Correct. She shivered in disgust just thinking about the reports. Yet, there was still something out of place. “How did you get all the information from? How do you know how to find these people?”

“Oh. A wise old turtle is kind enough to guide me when it comes to that.”

Marinette frowned, before sighing, not sure what to do or say anymore. “Why all the love declarations? And your oh so called gifts.”

Adrien chuckled. “Oh, my declarations of love were as honest as they could be. And well, didn’t you know cats bring corpses as gifts for their loved ones?”

“You are not a cat.” Marinette stated, somewhere between amused and worried.

“I’m your cat. And… wait, hold on.” Marinette tapped her fingers against the desk as the noises of Adrien speaking with someone else echoed through the speaker. “I have to go buginette. We have a midnight photoshoot for a new perfume. I’m sure we can continue our little chat another time. See you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. See you.”

“Go home and sleep, mon cœur. Je t'aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” she said before closing the call.


Marinette fell on her mattress with a heavy sigh. Her whole body was screaming from how much she had stayed awake. It was well past three when she arrived back from the department. Both her heart and head felt heavy and her moral compass was spinning like crazy.

There was only one thing she was sure of. It can’t continue like this.

Paris was terrified. People who would never be targeted by Chat Noir were too scared to go out of the house. It was a constant state of panic that took much out of the life of the city. But at the same time, Adrien had a very good point. If no one was bringing these people to justice through the legal means, then someone had to do something.  It didn’t surprise her at all Adrien would like to bring justice, hell knows she wanted too. But killing something just doesn’t come without a toll on your mental state. Adrien needed help.

Marinette covered her face with her palms, trying to concentrate on something on anything that could solve this whole mess that was going on. She wasn’t sure how much she stayed like that, one thousand different scenarios and outcomes running through her mind. Blinking a couple of times, she took her phone off the night desk. After a quick search, Marinette nodded, knowing what she had to do.

Yet, she couldn’t help, but open her phone gallery, checking or a specific picture. She took in the contents, beaming smiles, and happiness. Who would have guessed they will end up in this situation? Marinette run her fingers over the screen of her phone. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Truth And Dare

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “32 - Montgomery de la Cruz”

Prompt:

32. I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I’m showing them to you.”

Word count: 1.482

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Guys, I definitely need more Montgomery gifs! I honestly don’t like repeating the gifs that I use in my imagines, but I need to when it comes to Monty. :(
Anyways, I hope that you like it and I am writing more imagines soon. I am still drowning in requests, but I hope to finish them soon. Wish me luck! I hope you enjoy guys. Thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list


“Truth or dare, (Y/N)?” Montgomery naughtily asked you as he had a meaningful and devilish smirk on his face. You knew that you would regret either of your choices, so you answered without thinking.

“Truth.” You blurted out, a little bit nervous but convinced of your choice. Everyone had their drinks and the alcohol was about to kick in and control your minds. With your friends, you would never know what your truth or dare would be. They are all goofballs and they would come up with the most idiotic ideas ever.

You loved your circle of friends, they were your anchors and you could always count on them. They were also fun to be with, so when they decided to do a huge sleepover at Bryce’s, you accepted immediately.

“No fun!” Justin mocked you and the whole group laughed. You playfully slapped Justin on his arms and he just laughed louder. He was surely drunk, because the joy that he was feeling was overflowing. You would never see a sober Justin in that way.

“(Y/N), have you already forgotten your ex-boyfriend?” Montgomery seriously asked and the loud chaos of your friends suddenly died. You furrowed your eyebrows because why would Montgomery ask you something like that? The group was having fun and he would blurt a serious question out. Your long distance ex-boyfriend wasn’t even a topic to discuss about, since they didn’t know anything about him.

“Oh.” Alex reacted and you noticed that your friends knew that something strange was happening. Montgomery might have some secrets, but sometimes they couldn’t keep them for himself.

“Why would you ask?” You asked back as your vision kind of blurred your friends out. Your eyes were focused on Montgomery and you could perfectly see his poker and serious face.

“It’s your truth, not mine. No returning questions.” He then smirked as everything went back to normal. Your friends waited for your answer and your just rolled your eyes as the music in the background kept on going.

“Yes, I forgot him.” You honestly answered. It has been two months since you discovered that he was cheating on you and you trusted him so much that he managed to crush your vulnerable soul. It wasn’t a hard truth, but your curiosity started to dominate your brain. Why would Montgomery be this interested in your love life?

“Can I see some pictures of him? I never saw him.” Jessica blurted out and the crowd started to tease Montgomery. You couldn’t understand anything and you assumed that it was just because of the alcohol. “Do you still have them?”

“No way!” You harshly shook your head as you answered Jessica’s request. You never showed them your photos with him, neither you told them any information about him. Why they would be this interested when everything between you has already been broken? “I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I am showing them to you.” You’ve met him different times and you admitted that you really made the most of it by taking some photos together, also to remember your moments together.

“Why? I suppose that he was ugly!” Montgomery insulted your ex-boyfriend, showing his bitterness and your friends chuckled. You rolled your eyes, because Montgomery was starting to annoy you.

“Well, I can assure you that he wasn’t.” You smirked at him as a bright idea came into your mind. “Are you jealous, Monty, my love?” You smirked at him and you tried to pull out your most flirtatious voice. After all, Montgomery was a flirt too and he would just spend his time flirting and teasing people.

“I’m surely not, (Y/N).” It was his turn to roll the eyes this time and you just let out some soft giggles. Your friends laughed as they enjoyed the scene that you created.

“Save your love confessions for later, love birds.” Sheri teased you as she assumed that there was some sort of love interest between you and Montgomery.

You grabbed the bottle to continue the game and spun it. You carefully watched the bottle as it started to slow its spinning. You were curious at first, but then you were shocked as the cap of the bottle indicated Montgomery.

“Truth or Dare, de la Cruz?” You smirked at him as the people around you hollered. They were idiots and loud. You thanked the thick walls of Bryce’s house, at least, the neighbourhood would never hear your racket.

“Dare!” Montgomery fearlessly answered and you saw Justin’s smirk grew slowly. You wondered your eyes around and you saw your friends smirking playfully.

“Oh, oh! I know a dare.” Justin hyperactively shook your arm as he wanted to dare Montgomery.

“Dude, this is my dare!” You playfully slapped his arm and he just shook his head while he laughed.

“You wouldn’t regret this!” Justin assured you and you just sighed as you assumed that he would ask Montgomery to do something disgusting and heavy.

“Foley, let her be!” Montgomery said with his eyes wide opened. You could say that he might have hinted what Justin’s dare would be.

“Go on, Justin!” Zach cheered for his best friend as they pushed them to blurt the dare out. You rolled your eyes and you gave them a pouty face.

“Monty, I dare you,” Justin slurred as he continuously laughed. “to kiss the most beautiful girl here in our group.”

“Justin, seriously?” You glared at him as you thought that he wasted your only chance to dare Montgomery.

“Seriously!” Justin smiled and he encouraged Montgomery to follow what he has ordered him to do.

Montgomery sighed and you understood that he found the dare lame. After all, he was an adventurous and fearless man. He would do everything to live his life at its fullest and you got along together because of it. He was also caring and overprotective when it came to you, a thing that you absolutely found strange because he was tough and touchy when it came to someone else.

“Go on, Monty!” Zach cheered for him and the group has started to shout his name to encourage him.

There were only three girls in your group: Jessica, Sheri and you. You totally excluded yourself from his choices, since you didn’t consider yourself to be one of Montgomery’s dream girls.

“Fine!” He groaned as he stood up from his seat. He slowly walked in the middle of the circle as he carefully thought of his decision. “No offense, okay?”

“I know, Monty!” Jessica answered and she winked at him. Montgomery then chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

You absentmindedly followed Montgomery’s steps, but you suddenly shook your head as you saw him lowering himself in front of you.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Montgomery just shrugged everything off. He raised his shoulders and you heard your friends teasing the two of you.

“I think you are the most beautiful girl in this group.” Montgomery smiled as he relaxed his tensed body. He slowly leant in to give you a kiss, not minding what your friends were blabbering about. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You felt some sparks through your veins as Montgomery’s lips touched yours. You didn’t expect that he would choose you and why would he even choose you? Did he also say that he loved you? Of course, he did and you really didn’t know what to think about it. When you heard his little confession, you felt your heart beating madly and you did your best to deal with it as your lips moved in synch, tilting your heads in different directions as you deepened the kiss.

“Why is that?” You whispered to Montgomery as soon as you broke the kiss between the two of you to breathe. You slowly opened your eyes and Montgomery’s blushing cheeks were revealed, coping up with his fast heart beat too.

“I didn’t choose truth, (Y/N). Wait for your next turn.” He said, while a wide grin was growing on his face. He was a tease and you knew that he would always be one. You shook your head and you giggled, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You were annoyed, but you knew that it wouldn’t last because you would always forgive him and you couldn’t keep your anger when it came to Montgomery.

Little did you know that he was the one who helped you to move on. He was the one who cured your broken heart, when your ex-boyfriend has cheated on you.

To make the long story short: Montgomery helped you to pick up the little fragments of your heart and he had the patience to repair them one by one.

It was funny, because it took you a truth and a dare to understand everything, a truth and a dare to open your eyes and to realize that you loved him back.


The Reveal

SPN FanFic

Jared x Reader

630 Words

Warnings: FWP. Fluff Without Plot.

~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

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“So many dang holes.” You shook your head, talking to yourself as you smushed pink spackle into the tiny nail holes in the wall. When the last puncture was filled and the excess scraped away, you capped the little plastic container and stepped back to examine your work. Fitting your hands on your hips, you nodded in approval before noticing an unpatched spot near the ceiling. “Oh, for Pete’s sake.”

Grabbing the palette knife and a hefty bit of spackle, you adjusted the position of the wobbly stepladder and climbed up once more. When your feet hit the top step, the entire thing began to wiggle and you fell forward against the wall, losing your balance.

“Holy crap, Y/N/N!”

Your husband’s voice filled the empty room with a booming echo and you turned to see Jared rushing towards you, arms out in a panic.

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Smutty September!

Thank you to Cat (@lattecalum) for this lovely header!

I’m so happy to announce the arrival of Smutty September! This is an event in which I post a new smut everyday of the month, including eight of each boy and two special items! 

I took inspiration from 5sexonds-of-smut’s 25 days of smut (it wouldn’t let me tag the blog), so full credit to them for giving me this idea! I started writing for this in May and I’m the worst at keeping secrets so I’m honestly surprised I’ve kept it this quiet for so long.

Anywayyy, this is going to be a masterpost where I’ll link each imagine with a little synopsis part. Please enjoy reading!!

Feedback/excitement would be appreciated! (pls come freak out with me)

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Paper Hearts

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

♡ Length: 5.0k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Paper airplanes, paper towns, paper hearts… None of which from its time of creation to the time it ceases were they meant to last forever. They were a result of human creation, a temporary craft meant to satisfy what its creators could not have. Regardless of how many papers you’d fold, they would never adequately express your feelings to him. You gave him nothing but meaningless letters with hints that led to dead ends. Perhaps he never caught onto your hints for this very reason. He would never see you for your true self, he only saw you the way he wanted to see you. You were his best friend, nothing more, nothing less. Yet for as long as you were somewhere within his heart, you were content. You told yourself you could be second, third, or even last, because you were willing to wait… but just how long could your feelings stand against the test of time?

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Netflix And Chill

Short Reid x Reader mini fic

“You coming round later Spencer?” you approached your colleague and friend who was stood with Luke.

“Sure thing Y/N. We just watching Netflix again?” he replied, causing Luke’s ears to prick up.

“Wait… Netflix?” Alvez asked you. “As in Netflix and chill or Netflix and chill….”

“Luke… ” you shot him a warning look, ignoring the look of confusion on Spencer’s face.

“What!? It’s not like you invite everyone around to watch Netflix with you…. And you two do seem pretty close. I was just wondering what your deal was?”

“Who’s deal?” Emily walked by and joined in the conversation.

“Y/N and Spencer’s deal. Apparently he’s going around to Netflix and chill with her later.”

“Hey!” you punched your new colleagues arm lightly. “I never said that, I just said Netflix.”

“Yeah but….”

“Erm guys? I don’t get it? What’s wrong with us watching Netflix and ‘chilling’ out?” Spencer made air quotes with his fingers and Alvez and Emily both smirked.

“Google Netflix and Chill genius,” Prentiss told him. Spencer was still logged onto his desk computer so quickly Google searched the term.

“Wait… No!!! Just Netflix, no chill. No chill at all. Not with Y/N!” he exclaimed loudly. You gave him an unhappy look.

“Jeez Spencer, I don’t think they quite heard downstairs how opposed you are to Netflix and chilling with me….Way to make a girl feel special.”

You walked off in a huff leaving Alvez, Emily and Spencer behind.

“I’m erm… I’m just gonna go after her and make sure she’s okay. I somehow feel like I messed up there…. ” Spencer hauled himself up from his seatand hurried out into the hall after you.

“So I guess they’re not Netflix and chilling?” Luke asked Prentiss.

“Your guess is as good as ours. We’ve been trying to work those two out for years….”

**out in the hall**

“Think Luke bought that I was pissed at you?” you asked your boyfriend of eighteen months. Emily was the only one that actually knew. As unit chief she had to know, but she played along and kept your secret as requested. Providing you occasionally got drunk with her and gave her the juicy details of your relationship.

“I reckon so,” Reid slipped his hand into yours briefly, squeezing it lightly. “And we’re definitely Netflix and chilling later right?”

“You got it genius, you got it.”

An Unexpected Surprise - Liam Dunbar - Part 4

Requested by several readers

Word Count: 2,177

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy

Author’s Note: Not proof read. Ignore any grammar errors and enjoy!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Things changed over the past four months. Scott got his pack back, Theo was in hell, The Dread Doctors chaos was done with, and Scott had saved Hayden’s life by giving her the bite. Things were looking up… Well, almost.

Liam and Y/N became closer, but the closer then got, the more distant he became with Hayden. Liam hadn’t told his girlfriend he got his best friend pregnant, and he was lucky Hayden was still learning how to use her new werewolf senses, as she hadn’t been able to pick up the baby’s heartbeat. He was dreading to tell her, because, truthfully, he didn’t know how to explain it to her since his relationship with Y/N had changed too.

Y/N wanted Liam to tell Hayden. She was tired of holding on to a secret, especially one that would most certainly hurt Hayden. She had no problem with Hayden. In fact, she liked her and how she treated Liam. She knew Hayden loved Liam, but she had a feeling that might change the longer Liam kept their secret from her. It was only a matter of time before she found out, especially since Y/N was starting to show.

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About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Epilogue

Changes.


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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Little Love

Originally posted by jevislanuit

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: For the seven months following your breakup, you’ve kept your pregnancy a secret from Spencer, unsure of how he would react. But when the two of you are unexpectedly forced to see each other again, it doesn’t take long for your growing secret to reveal itself. Requested by a lovely anon!

Word count: 1,955

A/N: This is based around season 6 and 7, so there may be some spoilers if you haven’t seen those seaons yet. Other than that, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!


For the first time in three hours, a calm silence had fallen over your apartment.

The fraying copy of “Goodnight Moon” that Henry had picked out was long forgotten as his blue eyes finally gave into the sleep that he had been fighting for so long.

Reveling in your ability to lull the rambunctious toddler to sleep, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before carefully removing yourself from the guest bed where he lay — all the while making a mental note to give JJ kudos on how she manages to do it every single night.

Leaving the bedroom door open just a crack, you took a moment to enjoy the still of the atmosphere and out of habit, placed a hand on your ever-growing baby bump.

All night long you had found yourself laughing right along with every little giggle that Henry exuded, and adoring the many colorful drawings that he had created for your refrigerator door. The seemingly permanent smile you wore was in part due to the inherent joy that came with babysitting Henry, and the other half due to the thought that one day, you would be going through the exact same motions with your own child.

But yet, with every bright vision of the future you had, came with it a storm of anxious thoughts.

Seven months ago, the home you had built within the bounds of Spencer’s love began to crumble.

With his rising panic of developing schizophrenia and then the grief he was overcome with after the death of Emily, you watched in agony as Spencer did his best to conceal the crumbling state of his mind from you. It wasn’t until one night, when the demons of his mind became too much to bear, that he confessed to you his contemplation of relapsing. That night ended in heartache, as Spencer’s broken voice ended your relationship, only wanting to protect you from the danger he believed to potentially possess.

But unbeknownst to either you or Spencer at the time, you were not the only ones left in the wake of your fallen love.

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Detention (M)

This is a sequel to Professor Song where you can read here.

Characters: Song Mino (Song Minho, WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Length: 4,126 words

Rating/Genre: Smut, School!AU, Professor!AU

Warning/s:  Daddy Kink, Lots of spanking, Hair pulling, overstimulation, just idk how to explain, hardcore sex like, really hardcore ;)

Plot: What would Professor Song do when his pretty little Princess disobeys and teases him during class?

A/N:  I have written this fic originally for my giftee in AFF and it was originally a Mark fic, but I figured this would suit Mino more, knowing that I have written a similar kind of fic for him not too long ago ;) So I am not plagiarizing anything that is my own work I guess hahaha!!!  And this was written about a month ago if I am not mistaken?


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December 16th (Bucky x reader)

Ahhhhh, I’ve been writing all afternoon and I decided to write and post this one in between by two series’ that I’m updating today. Because who doesn’t like a cute one shot with Bucky in it? This was requested by an amazing person, who I think is one of the sweetest people I’ve met here on tumblr. This one’s for you. xoxo

Request and Requested by @barely-emily : Hi, love! Could you write a one-shot/imagine/whatever about the reader’s birthday being on the 16th of december, when all that stuff happened to Bucky, and she doesn’t mention her birthday to not draw attention to the date and Bucky or Tony or whatever find out and it’s just kinda fluffy?? Awkward request but you’re such a good writer, you’ll pull it off! xox 

Warnings: None

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It was December 16th. Today was the anniversary of when everything was taken away from the love of your life. It had been a day that he had been dreading for the last two weeks, the horrors of the past resurfacing as the day was drawing closer. Two months after you had started dating him, he became completely open with you. He decided that you had a right to know when and how all these horrible things happened to him. He didn’t want to keep such a life altering secret from you. That was seven months ago. From there, all your relationship ever did was grow and you two just loved each other even more. 

You had prepared yourself for what the day would bring. Today was actually your birthday, but you hadn’t brought up your birthday in months. Obviously you had told him before you found out what this day meant to him, but after that, you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself today, you wanted to focus on Bucky. He needed your support, and you were completely willing to give it to him. Who cares that you were one year older? You just wanted to be with Bucky, and that’s all you could ever want on your birthday. 

You started off the day by sneaking out of bed, and heading down to the kitchen to make Bucky’s favorite breakfast. It was to distract him from the memories, because you knew food always did that for him. You made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, with a bowl of plums on the side. When you carried the tray into your room, he was beginning to stir, slowly waking up. 

You stood next to his side of the bed, and balanced on one leg as you nudged him in the ribs with your foot. He groaned and turned towards you, opening one eye. You looked down at him, biting your lip. He gave you a soft smile. 

“Good morning, babe. I made you breakfast.” You whispered into his ear as you kissed him on the cheek, still holding the tray. He sat up, chucking lightly as you placed it on his lap. 

“All of this, for me?” He gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Doll, you didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a look, a smirk on his face. 

“I know, but I wanted to.” You sat down on his side on the bed, and he placed his hand over yours, silently thanking you. He praised you on your cooking skills and told you how great the plums were with his mouth half full, making you laugh out loud. He kept telling you how amazing of a girlfriend you were, making sure to tell you about ten times that he loved you a lot. He was such a dork, and you loved him for that. Once he finished all his food, you took the tray and went back downstairs to put it in the sink. 

As Bucky waited for you to come back in bed, he heard a chime from your phone that was on the nightstand next to him. The screen was facing up, and he could see what the message was notifying you of. 

Happy Birthday my sweet girl. xoxo, mom

Bucky was confused. You hadn’t mentioned your birthday in a really long time and he never remembered it being today. He realized that he forgot your birthday completely and began cursing himself. You heard him mumbling in the bedroom as you walked back in, a huge smile on your face. 

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me?” Hurt was etched all over his face as he gazed at you from across the room. 

“I-I didn’t want to draw attention to today… because you know… it’s that day and I want to focus on you.” You fumbled with your hands as you averted your eyes anywhere around the room as long as you weren’t looking at him. 

“Babe, come here.” His eyebrows were furrowed as he pulled back the sheets, inviting you to join him. You got into bed with him and rest your head on his chest, his metal arm rubbing your back. “I know today is that day, but because I have you, it almost feels like any other day. But, it’s my doll’s birthday and how could I not want to celebrate it? Forget about me, if it’s your birthday then that day all those years ago means nothing to me. Because baby, you’re my world.” 

You smiled against his skin and lifted yourself to place a tender kiss on his sweet tasting lips. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” 

He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead. “I love you too, doll, and Happy Birthday.” You kissed his collarbone, and breathed in his scent. Suddenly, he was on top of you, biting your ear lobe. You gasped, and lust filled your eyes as he whispered in your ear, smirking against it. 

“How about you get in your birthday suit, and I give my doll a part of her present?”


Ta da! I hoped you liked it love, and I hope I did your request some justice. This one was a lot of fun to write, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have the opportunity to write this. I’ll be doing more requests and one shots, so if you have one, don’t be afraid to hit up my inbox! I love you all and have a great evening. xoxo

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Hi, thank you so much for sending in this prompt! I hope it’s enjoyable for you? I wasn’t quite sure about how I feel at the outcome of this piece but I still hope you will enjoy it! 


Jason presses his lips against yours, threading his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to him. You could taste and smell Jason. Your tongue collides with his before Jason finally takes charge and he pulls your body even closer to him so now you are straddling him instead.

Jason pulls back for a bit to stare at you – your hair is disheveled and your lips look like it’s about to become swollen and Jason lets his hand fall from your hair, placing both of his hands on your hip. Jason raise one of his eyebrows as if waiting for you to make the first move or to react to his challenge.

You crash your lips in to his and your senses begin to blur as you take off Jason’s leather jacket and drop it to the floor behind you. Using one hand to palm the back of his neck, you deepen the kiss. Jason takes that chance to explore you as he moves his hands all over your body, sending shivers down your body when Jason caresses your sensitive parts.

You practically purr in to the kiss when Jason cups your ass, pulling you tight against him. You can feel his hardening length and beginning to rub yourself against him, grinding your hips against his. Jason’s fingers curl as he pulls you tighter, loving the pleasurable sensation. His lips are urgent against you now and honestly, you are like a drug to Jason and sometimes he can never get enough of you.

“What the heck, oh my God, Jason,” Dick groans when he walks in to the lounge area. Jason is currently in the process of pulling off your shirt, lips attached to your hips and Dick does not even want to know what you are doing to Jason. “Guys, come on!”

Damian struts in and pauses before a frown sets on his face. “Tt.” He crosses his arms and Dick’s eyes widens when he realizes his youngest brother is in the room so he hurriedly heads over to cover Damian’s eyes, causing the latter to hiss because – “stop this nonsense, Richard, mother taught me about the bird and the bees already!”. Not that Dick would listen to him anyways.

Your face turns red and you immediately pull away from Jason, pulling your shirt back down as you stare at his siblings, mortified at being caught.

“I knew there was something going on between the two of you.” Dick snorts before ushering Damian out of the room. “Tim owes me $100 now!” Dick chuckles at the thought of the running bet in the manor.

“You guys betted on us?” Jason asks indignantly – he is still a little bit flustered at having found out but to be quite honest, Jason did not really mind that much. The only reason the two of you kept your relationship a secret in the beginning had been for the thrill – there was just something about trying to sneak around everyone’s backs to have make-out sessions or to just please one or the other.

Given how often the two of you disappear right about the same time, - it is definitely not a coincidence – Jason was sure someone was bound to figure it out too.

“Tt. I even placed a bet.” Damian shakes his head despite Dick’s attempt to make the youngest bird leave the room. “I am surprised it only took the two of you three months.” Damian frowns before turning around to leave the room. “I shall inform Drake about this.”

“Wait, I am curious now. What’s the bet?” You ask, finally finding the courage to speak up.

Dick grins cheekily. “How long it would be before any of us were to find the two of you making out and/or the likes.”

“Can’t believe you guys would bet on Y/N and I!” Jason groans in annoyance before leaning his head back. “Go away.”

You giggle at Jason’s sudden change of moods and press your hand on his head, caressing his hair.

“Next time, get a room, please. You wouldn’t want Bruce to be walking in on the both of you – I remember the last time he drilled me about wearing protection and all.” Dick reminded the two of you before rushing out of the room to follow after Damian.

You shake at your head at Jason’s siblings before leaning to press your lips against his softly. “Are you still in the mood for it or should we just go do something else?” You ask and Jason wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Maybe we can just cuddle here.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him, snuggling on to his chest. 

“Of course.”

Clandestined

Requested by: @jojizzzz
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Pairing: Reader x Steve
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N:

“Y/N, I need everything ready to go for tomorrow’s mission by tonight,” Steve instructs you, using his bossy voice,

“Yes sir!” you shout, jumping to attention and saluting him. Steve scowls at you for a second before he softens,

“Sorry babe, I was in full ‘Captain’ mode,” he apologises. He quickly looks around, scanning for any one near by before closing the gap between the two of you,

“S’Okay,” you whisper, your breath fanning across his collarbones, “I like it when you’re in Captain mode,”

Steve’s eyes wash over with lust as your words hit him. He takes another second to quickly check again before leaning down to passionately kiss you. It had been a while since the two of you had been alone. To avoid suspicion, you had both agreed that going on separate missions was the best idea whenever possible. It kept the team’s attention away from the secret relationship you’d been having with Steve for almost three months now, but it also meant that alone time was far and few between.

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Harry Styles - Supports Girlfriend Imagine

[I rather like this one! Hope you do as well! Enjoy!]


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i can still see the sun [james potter]

second enstallment of i can feel the darkness coming

wanrings: Movie spoilers, language, death,

word count: 5730

italics= flashback 


One hundred and twenty-two thousand, six hundred and forty hours.

Five thousand, one hundred and ten days.

    Seven hundred and thirty weeks.

One hundred and sixty eight months.

Fourteen years.

    Fourteen years since you had last seen James and Lily after their demise.

    Fourteen years since you had last seen Sirius after he had been sent to Azkaban.

    Fourteen years since you had last seen Hogwarts.

    Now, you were stepping through the large, double doors, walking through the hallways with various memories washing over you. Turning your head from side to side, you reveled in the pure happiness of being back at the school. It had been so long since you had walked these pathways and marveled at the moving portraits. You were walking besides Remus, the both of you had acquired jobs at the school; both of you knowing that it would help you keep a closer eye on a certain chosen one. You also felt as though you owed yourself some kind of closure from James’ death, and what better place to find closure than the place you had last seen him?

    You and Remus stepped through the threshold of your new classroom, scanning the empty room for an idea of how you wanted to set things up. Placing your bags down on a chair by the door, you turned back to look at your old friend Remus.

    “Been awhile, eh?” You questioned.

    Remus chuckled under his breath before smiling softly, “Yes, yes it has.”

    You slowly turned in a circle to admire your surroundings as Remus watched. He admired the way that you smiled, knowing how long it had been since you had last let a smile grace your features. A sharp pang filtered through his heart at the thoughts, but Remus just pushed them aside and distracted himself with talking to you.

    “Do you remember the time that you and Sirius changed Peter’s quill into a rat’s tail in the middle of class during our fourth year?” Remus questioned with a fond smile on his face.

    By this point you had stopped spinning and instead turned to face Remus with a giggle escaping your lips, “Yes! That was bloody hilarious!”

    You turned to face the corner of the room, and recalled another memory, “Or the time that we made you go sit in the one chair that was in the corner because we turned it into mud.”

    Remus laughed and fell back against one of the other chairs in the room. His chest was rising and falling with every breath he took, joyous laughter escaping his lips, “I remember that! I was so mad because you and James pretended like you didn’t know how it happened!”

    You let yourself fall into the chair besides Remus and giggled once again, “James and I were brilliant actors, if I may say so myself.”

    “Brillant? You kept that bloody secret from me for two months!” Remus yelped. His eyebrows were raised in a hilarious expression of false betrayal, but his lips failed in keeping a smile off of his face.

His statement only caused you to laugh even harder, your ribs beginning to hurt with each intake of air.

Eventually, the two of you managed to calm your laughter and you both laid back to look up at the ceiling. The mood seemed much more lonesome and quiet after your fit of giggles. Intent on making the situation less sad, you spoke, “It feels weird, doesn’t it? Being here without James and Sirius- even Peter?”

Remus looked over at you with a sad smile gracing his lips, “Yeah, I guess it does. It’s definitely a lot quieter than it used to be.”

With a far away look in your eye, you turned your body to face the window across the room. You sighed when thoughts of your former best friends filled your mind. Letting out a sigh as a tear slowly dripped from the corner of your eye and onto your legs that were curled beneath you. The thought of James being killed without knowing that you forgave him, or the thought of leaving Sirius without talking to him haunted you. Knowing that you would never see either of them again after you had left them so abruptly was a horrid feeling.

It left you swamped with remorse and guilt.

Remus, sensing your thoughts, stood from his chair before moving swiftly to the foot of yours. He kneeled so that his head was level with your lowered one, before he grabbed your chin between two fingers and gently forced you to meet his eyes. His face held an unmeasurable amount of sympathy; the kind that you would only see on someone who had known you for a very long time.

Remus spoke to you gently, knowing that anything else would only cause the hole in your heart to be ripped open even wider.

“Hey,” he spoke, gently grasping one of your cheeks with his palm, “None of that- no crying. I know that you are upset about what happened, but this is not what they would have wanted. If James and Sirius were here they would tell you to that you should not be crying over them. They’d want you to be happy again, and Merlin knows that I have not seen you smile in so long. You have to know that they would not want you to be sad; those boys loved you more than anything in this world and if they were here right now, I know they would be telling you the exact same thing.”

By the end of Remus’ speech, the tears that had been previously soaking your face were now running down your cheeks like a ceaseless waterfall. The clear, salty drops littered your lap like rain did to the cement of the sidewalk before a storm. You were sniffing and huffing, both happy and sad about the words that had emitted from Remus’ mouth. Reaching forward, you clutched onto Remus as if he were your lifeline. The man clung to you just as tightly, both of you mourning your fallen and imprisoned friends one more time.

From the heavens, James Potter watched you hug James with a sad smile on his face. He watched as you cried over his demise with a heavy heart full of guilt and sadness. James regretted ever yelling at you that day in the bathroom. He regretted every word he had ever spoken to you that had hurt you. He regretted these things because the moment you left him, he realized how he truly felt. He was never in love with Lily, he was in love with you and he just refused to believe it. He refused to believe that he had fallen in love with one of his closest friends, so he covered it by believing that he was in love with another women. After you left him, he continued to stay with Lily, even if he was not love her as he loved you. When Harry was born, James knew his fate. He knew that he was to die, but his biggest regret was that he never told you that he loved you.


A few days after you were situated at Hogwarts, you were informed that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban. Since you were in public and surrounded by other witches and wizards, you had to keep our excitement and relief to yourself.

You had known from the beginning that it was not Sirius who had revealed where James and Lily were hiding. No matter how mad Sirius was, he would have never ratted one of his best friends out to the Dark Lord. Because of this, you were led to believe that there was only one person that could have revealed that information to you-know-who: Peter Pettigrew.

Peter was the only other person besides Sirius and Remus to know where James and Lily were hiding, and there was absolutely no way that Moony or Padfoot would do such a thing. That left Wormtail.

Of course, you had always known something was a bit off with Peter; he was always secretive and nervous around the rest of the Marauders. After a certain point, you had stopped trusting him and planned to stay away because you were absolutely sure that something was up with him, and it was not something good.

Back in the present, you were standing besides Harry Potter as he explained the events that had occurred. You had met Harry on the train to Hogwarts, as you were staying in the same compartment as Remus when Harry and his friends walked in. When the train had mysteriously stopped and a Dementor made its way into the compartment, you’re Patronus had been the one to save Harry. Remus had later introduced himself and you as friends, not explaining who either of you really were to Harry. From then on, Harry had come to you and Remus for help on learning how to cast his own Patronus. It was a stag, just like his father. When you had seen the charm, you had left the room with tears in your eyes; leaving Harry to wonder what he had done wrong. Remus had gently told him that it was not Harry’s fault, he just reminded you of someone you had once known.

Being around Harry had served quite difficult in the beginning, seeing as he looked and acted so much like his father. Every time Harry was around you, you had to take a few deep breaths to prevent yourself from bursting into tears. You had eventually gotten over it, realizing that there was nothing you could do to bring James back, so you stopped imagining James when Harry was around. Instead you believed that James was somewhere above, watching as you helped take care of his son.

And James was watching from above, a permanent, radiant smile planted on his face as he observed how good you were with Harry. It made him wonder how life would have been if Harry had been your child instead of Lily’s.

While Harry explained what happened between Sirius escaping and the experience in the Shrieking Shack, he finally told you where Sirius was. Seconds after the words escaped Harry’s mouth, you were bolting away from the school. Taking off in the direction of the Whomping Willow, you scurried into the secret passage way and raced towards the Shrieking Shack. Harry had told you Sirius would not stay long because he was being hunted, so you pushed yourself to run faster.

When you reached the entrance to the shack, you pushed it open with strength you did not even know you had.

And standing in the middle of the room, was an old friend.

Sirius Black.

For a few moments, you had just stood at the entrance of the room, watching Sirius as he tried to contain a laugh.

“Well, hello Talon,” Sirius spoke, “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to give an old friend a hug?”

Then you were running, launching yourself at Sirius and tackling him with a bone crushing hug. Sirius chuckled and squeezed you back just as hard. Both of you were crying tears of joy, happy that three of the five Marauders were still alive. Sirius had his face buried in your neck and you had your fingers buried in his long hair that had grown out while in prison. You felt a few tears dribble down your collarbone because of Sirius, but you did not care because Sirius’ shirt probably had a few of its own tears to worry about.

When you pulled away, you smiled through your tears, “I missed you so much, Padfoot.”

Sirius smiled happily, “And I missed you too, Talon.” He then pulled you back into another hug and mumbled something about hexing you if you ever decided to leave him and the others again.

For the next few hours, you and Sirius were constantly near each other. Having spent almost fifteen years apart led to the two of you needing some time to catch up. Sirius told you about James making him Harry’s Godfather, and you told him about the adventures you and Remus had taken after being reunited.

Later in the evening, Harry and Remus had gone to the Shrieking Shack to find you, seeing as it had been many hours since they had seen you. When they arrived, they found you and Sirius propped up against the window, talking and laughing about the old days.

Turning your head, you motioned for Remus to join the two of you, and he did. Harry watched from the sides as three of the five Marauders were happy once again, a sight that he did not get to see very often.


    After that day, you, Remus and Sirius joined the Order of the Phoenix. The three of you fled Hogwarts in fear of being found by the Dark Lord and took refuge in 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius’ old home.

    A few weeks later, Harry was transported there to speak with the Order. You and Sirius had welcomed him, both receiving joyous hugs by Harry Potter himself. You and Harry had formed quite a close bond over the few months you had known him; you had practically become his mother figure.

    Now, Harry stood next to Sirius, admiring the pictures that Sirius had tacked up on his walls. They were old and wrinkle, but they obviously meant a lot to Sirius as they were the only photographs he had left of the original Marauders.

    Harry was walking around and looking closely at each picture before he got to one that confused him. It was a photograph of what looked like his dad standing next to you. He was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, both of you sporting giant smiles. It was something he never expected to see from you, a smile. He did not see them on you very often. A smile on you was like seeing Hagrid’s dog Fang, not cowardly.

    When Harry turned to question Sirius about the picture, a far away look appeared in his eyes; a clear sign that Sirius was remembering something from a long time ago.

    It was Christmas time; your favorite time of the year.

    You and the rest of the Marauders had decided to spend the holiday at Hogwarts as a present for Sirius. You all knew how much he hated his family, so you wanted to keep him company and he could have a happy holiday for once in his life.

    On Christmas morning, you had all gathered to open presents. After opening a few of them, you discovered that one of your muggle family members had sent you an old polaroid camera. The boys obviously had no idea what it was, but you had explained it to them. They had immediately wanted to take pictures together so you all rushed to put on thicker clothing. After doing so, the five of you hurried outside into the cold snow.

    The scenery was beautiful; the pristine, white snow falling down in sheets of cool snowflakes. You took a few moments to turn around in circles, just admiring the beauty of nature. When you heard the flash of a camera, you turned to face Sirius, who held your camera in his hands. He grinned happily as the picture came out; you turning in circles with a smile on your face. He pocketed the picture quickly, smiling as you whined.

    “I’m going to need something to remember you by when Remus finally decides to kill you for pranking him so much!” Sirius joked.

    You had giggled and nudged his shoulder, laughing when he almost fell into a pile of snow.

    The rest of the afternoon was spent playing in the snow and taking muggle photographs of each other. By the end of the day, you were exhausted, huffing and puffing breaths of cold air as you tried to catch your breath.

    As you tried to walk back towards the castle, you were grabbed from behind, the person dragging you into their arms.

    “You’re not going anywhere!” James shouted as he wrapped you in his arms. You giggled as you tried to escape, but James was to strong. You heard the shutter of the camera going off again, but you ignored it and instead continued to wrestle with James until the two of you got too tired.

    Later that evening, you found a picture placed on your bed. It was of earlier that evening, you and James playing in the snow with large smiles on your faces. You picked up the picture with a fond smile on your face before you placed it on your bedside table, content with how the day had turned out.

    Sirius shook his head with a laugh as he remembered the day. Harry turned to see Sirius smiling, so Harry turned back to the picture before speaking again, “Is that my dad?”

    Sirius nodded and told Harry that the girl in the photo was you. When Harry heard the words he was shocked; he thought that you were just a friend of Remus and Sirius, he had not know that you knew his father.

    “She knew my dad?” Harry questioned, confusion evident on his face.

    Sirius chuckled once again before responding, “Yes she did.”

“Who is she?” Harry asked, “I knew she was a friend of your’s and Remus’ but I did not know she knew my dad.”

    “Harry, my boy. That women knew your father before I did; she was the second Marauder. Her name was Talon because she was an animagus too. She could morph into an eagle; it was a magnificent sight to see,” Sirius spoke, memories resurfacing with each word.

    “So she was important to you and my dad?”

    “Yes, she was very important to us. In fact, she was- is- in love with your father. Always was, she could never stay too far away from him. They were practically inseparable for the longest time,” Sirius reminisce.

    “She was in love with my dad?” Harry pondered, “Did he love her back?”

    “Yes, yes he did.”

After the conversation, Sirius left the room to find you. Looking back at the wall, Harry pulled the picture from it’s spot and tucked it into his pocket, just to remember the man who was his father, and the women who should have been  his mother.


    Harry and the rest of his friends landed on their stomachs in the Department of Mysteries, the Prophecy shining brightly in Harry’s hands. He stands, along with the rest of his friends, his ears twitching when he hears the sound of whispering. When he turns, he is met with an archway, what looks like smoke is filtering inside of it. Harry takes a step closer to it, his gaze inquisitive.

    He can hear his friends speaking to him, but Harry continues to stare at the archway. He feels as though something bad was about to happen, and it had to do with the mysterious archway in the center of the room.

    Seconds later, Harry turns and shouts for his friends to get behind him, knowing the Death Eaters were about to arrive. Harry’s suspicions were confirmed when black smoke appeared from around him. It swirls around him, and Harry shuts his eyes, his hand gripping the Prophecy tightly.

    When the black smoke disappears, Harry opens his eyes to find that his friends are no longer beside him. Instead they have been grabbed, each of them being restrained by a Death Eater, wands pointed at their throats.

    Harry’s heart clenches as he worries about what is to come.

    From behind him, Harry hears a malicious chuckle, and he instantly knows the culprit.

    Lucius Malfoy.

    Harry turns to see Malfoy approaching, an evil glint in his eye. The platinum blonde male smirks as he knows that he was going to get the Prophecy from Harry.

“Did you really believe, or were you truly naive enough to think that you stood a chance against us?” Malfoy spits, his voice low and threatening. He takes a step closer to Harry, turning and pulling his palm up and open, “I’ll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the Prophecy; or watch your friends die.”

Harry is silent for a few moments, pondering his next move. His gaze moves to Hermione, who struggles in the grip of the Death Eater behind her. The Death Eater is strong, however, and he continues to restrain the curly haired girl by holding onto the collar of her shirt, causing her to choke on the lack of air.

From next to Hermione, Neville Longbottom shouts out, “Don’t give it to him, Harry!”

He is silenced by Bellatrix Lestrange, who pulls on his shirt, closing the distance between his neck and her wand. Neville instantly quiets down, fearing his life.

Believing it was worse than watching his friends die, Harry hands over the Prophecy. The shining orb is placed into the hands of Lucius Malfoy, who grins in such a manner that shivers run down Harry’s spine.

Seconds after the orb is placed in Malfoy’s hands, a bright light appears from behind the blonde’s back.

“Get away from my Godson,” Sirius spits, before he reels his fist back and punches Malfoy straight in the nose.

The punch knocks Malfoy off of his feet, and he lands on the floor beneath him, the Prophecy falling from his hands and breaking against the hard rock. Malfoy stares at the broken orb for a few moments before he stands to face Harry and Sirius.

Before he can even utter a spell, he is knocked off his feet as you fire a spell in his direction. Smirking, you turn to face Sirius and Harry who are muttering quietly. Harry turns to you and you nod your head in a way that says both ‘hello’ and ‘please be careful.’ Harry nods back, his indicating the same words yours did before the three of you and turning to face Malfoy and two other Death Eaters who decided to join the party.

The rest of the Order had appeared by this point, and you scanned the room, quickly locking eyes with Remus and Tonks. You smiled at them and then responded with the same small smile before you both turned to face your opponents.

Dropping into a battle stance, you pulled your wand up so it was ready to defend against any spells fire your way. When Malfoy fired a curse at you, you brought your wand up to cover your face, blocking the curse. You fired back an immobilization charm, aiming not to kill because you did not want that kind of guilt on your conscious.

Curses, charms and spells were being fired back and forth before Harry managed to knock the wand out of the hand of the Death Eater he was fighting.

Expelliarmus,” Harry had shouted. The Death Eater fell back, falling off a ledge to the fight below, and you felt relief filling you as you knew that you would not have to deal with that Death Eater again.

From beside you, you heard Sirius shout out, “Nice one, James!”

At the mention of the name, you froze, losing the ability to focus. Harry had too, hearing the name of his father rendering him useless. The two of you simply stood and watched Sirius as he fired a spell at Malfoy, whose wand was knocked away before he flew back off the ledge.

Before you could do anything to protect yourself or Sirius, you heard two simple words being shouted from behind you, “Avada kedavra!”

The words came from the mouth of Bellatrix Lestrange, who had thrown her wand out at both you and Sirius.

You were unable to protect yourself from the killing curse as it hit your body, filling you with unimaginable pain. Screaming out, you closed your eyes before you heard the same curse being shouted. You heard Sirius’ cry of pain before the both of you were knocked back.

Harry watched with his eyes wide as you and Sirius were knocked into the archway that was beside them as they battled. Knowing what was to happen to you, you locked eyes with Harry and mouthed ‘goodbye.’

Harry’s eyes widened even more before he shifted his eyes to Sirius, watching for a few blissful moments.

Then the smoke in the archway turned and carried you and Sirius off into the unknown.

Harry stood silently for a few moments, his eyes locked on the arch in front of him, praying that you and Sirius would come back. He was hoping and praying with all his might that the mist in front of him did not just take part of the only family he had left.

When nothing happened, Harry made to take a step forward, his heart clenching in his chest. From behind, Remus quickly clutched Harry. He restrained the saddened boy with tears in his eyes. Harry struggled harshly, trying to find a way to escape and get to you and Sirius. Crying out in pain, Harry fell back into Remus. You and Sirius had become his only family. Sirius was like a father to him, and you, like a mother.

From behind Harry, Remus watched in shock as his last two friends perished. He watched as the last two people he could resort to, vanished. Remus cried out in pain of his own. The only people he ever trusted and loved were gone. He let a few tears fall from his eyes as he watched Harry cry out. Remus let out a strangled sob as he thought about how he was going to get through full moons. He would never be able to do it without you. You and Sirius were his best friends, the only people he had known for more then twenty years. His last two Marauders; his Padfoot and his Talon, were gone. Forever.

Harry continued to struggle and cry, tears escaping his eyes.

He cried for Sirius.

He cried for you.

He cried for Remus who had lost you both.

He cried for Tonks who had been one of your greatest friends.

He cried for everyone who had ever known you.


    From the Heavens, James Potter watched as you appeared next to Harry and Sirius. He smirked as he watched you throw Lucius to the ground, knowing you had never liked the man.

    “That’s my girl,” James muttered.

    He watched on as you made sure Harry was safe before going back to battling. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you treat his son with such care and gentleness.

    James watched with his heart in his stomach as you got distracted by his name. He pleaded for you to turn around and prepare for what was to come.

    “Talon, Talon please turn around. Talon, please,” He practically shouted.

    But you could not hear him.

    Of course you couldn’t.

    James cried out when Bellatrix Lestrange fired a killing curse at you. He cried out in pain as he watched you gravel in pain. James shouted out in rage as Sirius was hit with the same curse.

    James Potter let out a sob as you told his son goodbye.

    He cried as you fell back into the archway.

    He cried as Sirius Black followed immediately after.

    He cried as you disappeared from his view.

    Standing up from his previous kneeling position and took off running. He knew exactly where you would appear. He knew exactly where and he needed to get there before you did.

    Pushing his legs to move faster, he gained speed. His breath was choppy as he realized that he would finally see you again after so long. James’ chest tightened as he thought of you, and he moved faster.

    When he reached the position he wanted to be in, he skidded to a stop just as a bright light appeared from in front of him. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light, squinting his eyes. He waited for a few tense seconds before the light finally vanished.

    In its absence, it was replaced by a figure.

    It was a women.

    It was the women he loved.

    His heart fell from his chest and his eyes widened. The tears that had previously slowed to a stop arose once again. They began to fall from his eyes as he let out a sob. It was not one of sadness, nor was it one of grief. It was one of joy, one of relief.

    James took a step forward, his legs shaky and barely able to hold himself up.

    When your eyes finally focused, you were able to make out the figure in front of you.

    It was a man.

    It was the man you loved.

    Letting a tear fall from your eyes, you let out a sob. A sob of happiness.

    “James?” You managed to croak out through your tears.

    James nodded softly through his own tears and you let out another sob at his answer.

    After so long, you were finally seeing him again.

    Kicking off, you ran at full speed. You stretched your arms, James doing the same thing before you reached him. When you reached him, you jumped, throwing yourself at his body. James caught you with open arms, sobbing into your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting your weight as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You cried out in happiness and buried your face in his fluffy, brown hair. James grasped you with strength that he did not know he had, you squeezing him back just as hard. Managing a smile through your tears, you pulled a hand through James’ hair. He sniffled against your neck, tears soaking the material of your shirt.

    Pulling back, you looked down at James once before you brought your lips down to connect with his. James smiled into the kiss, both of your lips tasting slightly salty from the tears leaking from your eyes. Your lips moved furiously against his, and James responded with just as much enthusiasm. He was finally kissing the one girl that he had been in love with for so long. Finally. James pushed his lips harder against yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You smiled even harder (if it was even possible) and kissed him back.

    Pulling away for a few seconds you mumbled out the words, “I love you, Prongs.”

    “I love you too, Talon.”

    And then James is kissing you once again.

    The moment is interrupted when a familiar voice calls out, “Hey losers! Stop bloody snogging and come hug me!”

    Turning, the two of you embrace Sirius in a hug, finally together once more.


    Harry Potter approaches the clearing with a heavy heart.

    He knows that if he goes any further, he is to die. But since he knew he would come back and it was to destroy Voldemort, he knew it had to be done.

    Holding up the Golden Snitch, the words I open at the close, appearing.

    Harry nods and confronts his fate, “I’m ready to die.”

    He brings the Snitch up to his mouth and kisses the golden casing. His eyes are closed, but when he opens them, he discovers that the Snitch is opening to reveal the Resurrection Stone.

    The one thing he needs to bring him back to life.

    He stares down at the small stone in amazement, his breath coming out in a small gasp. It levitates into the air and Harry gently opens his palm and allows it to fall into his hand. He closes his palm around it, his eyes still focused on his hand. He closes his eyes and imagines exactly who he wants to see in that moment, and when he opens them, he is met with exactly who he wanted to see.

    Remus, Sirius, James, and you.

    The four of you surround him, small smiles of happiness on your faces.

    When Harry turns to see you, he is met with a radiant smile as you cling to his father who is beside you. Harry smiles in joy when he sees that you have finally gotten what you wanted in life, his father.

    He approached you and James and reached out, you doing the same thing. When Harry’s hand disappears through yours, he sighs in disappointment.

    “You’ve been so brave, Harry,” You whisper, “I’ve missed you since I left.”

    Harry smiles softly before questioning, “Why are you here? All of you?”

    “We never left.”

    Harry turns to face Sirius before speaking, “Does it hurt? Dying?”

    Sirius shakes his head, “Quicker than falling asleep.”

    Harry nods before James speaks, “You’re nearly there, son”

    “I’m sorry; I never wanted any of you to die. And Remus- your son-” Harry tries.

    Remus cuts him off, “Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he’ll understand.”

    Harry nods softly before facing you and James, small smile still on your faces.

    “You’ll stay with me?” Harry questions.

    “Until the end.”

    He was ready. He was ready to join his family again.