to him she really is an open book

What kills me most about discorporated Aziraphale appearing to Crowley (aside from, well, everything) is that Aziraphale doesn’t really have control over where he goes. In the book, at least, we see him hop all around the globe from host to host until finally he gets himself to London. He seems to have no idea who he is going to or where. The only deciding factor seems to be that they’re all individuals who are spiritually open in some way- shamans and preachers and the like. Madame Tracy might be more or less conning people but she still puts herself in a position where possession makes sense.

ANYWAY, this is all to say that I think this is why Aziraphale is able to find Crowley right away despite his lack of control and even ability to see his surroundings. Because he’s sort of cast about, otherwise, and doesn’t really know where he is but he knows he’s found Crowley. Crowley might not be open to the spiritual (any more than any demon or angel would be by nature) but I think every fiber of his being is open to Aziraphale. In that moment, there was absolutely nothing he wanted more than Aziraphale to still be with him. That had to be like a beacon, like the universe’s strongest magnet, drawing Aziraphale to the one person most open to him.

So, yeah, whether or not that was the intent, that’s why I die a little every time I watch that scene. Aziraphale flings himself back to Earth on the faith that it will work out and that he’ll find someone in time to help him avert the Apocalypse. What he finds immediately is Crowley, every bit of him aching for his angel’s return.

After some thinking, I want to politely point out a few things to those of you saying Touka and Kaneki’s sex scene was rushed and meaningless.

Did kaneki and touka rush into having sex? Yes. But that’s entirely the point - in no way does that make it meaningless or perverted.

Kaneki and Touka have seen all of this happen before. Their hideout has been found. Their faces have been unmasked. Kaneki is the most wanted ghoul in Japan, and this is pretty much the beginnings of war for them. People are going to die. And they both know it can be either one of them at any time. Neither of them were going to wait for the “perfect moment, ” not when there’s a good chance that neither of them will live to see it.

What you’ve got to remember is that people don’t always make the best decisions when it comes to sex. More often than not, people get caught up in the moment and do it before they should do. This rushed nature is actually quite realistic. Even with Yorirko’s life hanging, Touka is keeping cool because she knows jumping to conclusions and being rash will do no good - she’s seen this before with Hinami’s mother.

Touka has experienced enough loss to know that she has to live for the living, and do whatever she can to keep those people alive. Sure, she’ll fight to protect kaneki, but that isn’t always what it’s about; with kaneki being suicidal in the past, she’s trying her best to give him an incentive to live. She’s letting Kaneki know that he’s loved even though she struggles to express anything other than her primal emotions. Kaneki needs to know that he’s loved right now. If there was anything more about Hide right now, it would be a bad turn for kaneki since he’d be living for the dead. It’s so important that he learns other people than Hide care for him that I’m shocked that people actually want Hide related stuff instead of this. Even though Touken wasn’t my favourite ship, I’m so happy because this is such an important hurdle for Kaneki’s character being overcome.

So yes, they rushed into having sex. However, I honestly feel this was a perfectly natural action for two broken people under pressure. They weren’t going to wait when there is a good chance there wasn’t going to be any other time for them. They both wanted to do it. Even if this is a sort of humorous thing to add remember they were virgins in their twenties as well; touka has done enough waiting on Kaneki, haha.

Please stop saying that their relationship is meaningless compared to his and Hide’s because it just isn’t true. The only other time Kaneki cried during a happy time was their first visit to :Re when he was so relieved to see Touka alive and he thought about what a beautiful person she was. After this, Haise gazed at her the same way Kaneki gazed at Rize - which Kaneki didn’t deny. If this doesn’t show how much Kaneki loves touka then I don’t know what will.

I’m honestly so proud of Touka for being so bold and collected here. She’s developed in so many ways. Sometimes, when written well, sex can really bond characters in books. While it remains to be seen, I’m really excited to see their relationship change and, hopefully, kaneki opening up to her by learning that people other than Hide love him. This is a good turn of events for both of them.

“In the position that he’s in, he can’t really say a lot, but you know, he chose a queer girl band to open for him. I think that speaks volumes,”
Maskin says about Styles.

She tells a story about how the band accidentally got Styles a rare Robert Mapplethorpe book from Amazon as a tour gift, but when they got the book, it turned out to be almost entirely photos of Mapplethorpe’s penis.

“He’s probably like, ‘The MUNA girls are fucking freaks. They gave me this insane book,’” says McPherson, laughing.

—  MUNA for The Face Magazine

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count:  4800

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes


“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.

Y/N was the only one who noticed him.

She had noticed the boy hiding behind his book in the back of the classroom, the boy who people pushed past in the hallways to get where they needed to go, who they shoved in the lockers in an attempt to pass him, she noticed him.

Harry loved Y/N, like really loved Y/N. Not just the type of love that people have for their friends and families, no, Harry wanted to marry Y/N. He wanted to wake up besides, fold the laundry together, have little silly arguments over who walks the slowest or who left the fridge open, he wanted to run to the grocery with her-he wanted her.

There were times when Harry truly and honestly believed that Y/N felt the same way. The way she smiled at him, the way her eyes lit up every time she saw him, the way she laughed too hard at his jokes, he believed she felt the same way. But when Y/N mentioned her boyfriend Harry’s heart dropped. He felt his stomach twist and the lump in his throat form, and for the first time in his life he just really wanted to punch a wall.

Harry scrunched his nose, sneezing, and then adjusting his glasses. He shut his locker, pressing his back against it as a bunch of freshmen ran past him. He gripped his books, searching for Y/N and when he saw her, he couldn’t help the smile that came on to his face. She looked up from her phone as someone moved past her, shoving their shoulders into hers, she rolled her eyes and smiled at Harry.

“First last day of high school,” Y/N cheered, stopping in front of the boy in a sweater vest, “and then we are off to adult hood, can you believe it?”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled.

When Y/N first heard Harry speak she was shocked. She sat next to him in her math class of junior year, and if she was being honest she picked the seat to cheat off of Harry. She had been doodling on her notebook when the kid in front of her slid his chair back (a little too hard) and hit their table, Harry had scoffed, mumbling “what a dick,” and Y/N had tried to not giggle. She had expected his voice to be much higher and even a little nasally, but it was deep and filled with an accent that was certainly not from her hometown.

“I mean Harry, we are going to graduate and then hopefully I’ll go to college, but you for sure will and I’m going to visit you like all the time even if you go to school half way across the world,” Y/N says.

Harry smiles, because with Y/N he knows she’s not kidding. Y/N had never backed down on a promise, and before Jason came along, him and Y/N were attached at the hip. Y/N would always be at the Styles’ house hold, baking cookies with Anne, doing her nails with Gemma (and if she wasn’t around she would make Harry get her toes), watching the game with Robin, and relaxing with Harry. His family loved Y/N.

She was Harry’s first friend and they were all happy when Harry started to come home with a smile on his face. He would go on to tell them about Y/N, and how cute she was, and how she sat with him at lunch, or how she had doodled on his paper, how they played little games of tic-tact-toe and Y/N believed that she was a pro when really Harry let her win. Anne was more than eager when Harry came home asking if it was alright if Y/N could come by and watch a movie, “as long as you keep your door open,” Anne had smiled, making Harry blush, “she’s just a friend mum, wouldn’t like me like that anyways.” That night after Y/N left with some of Anne’s cookies and an invention to come over whenever she pleased, Anne had turned to Harry as he cleaned up the popcorn, “I think she likes you like that,” and Harry had simply ignored her comment, because she was Y/N, and he was just Harry.

“You’ll go to college,” Harry says to Y/N, smiling at her.

Y/N’s cute, like really fucking cute,” Harry had whispered to Gemma once when he had one too many drinks. Y/N wasn’t even there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, how she always smiled at him, how she just loved to cuddle up against him and watch a movie they’ve already seen eight hundred times. Gemma had laughed at brother, claiming he had said that once before and ushering him to put a quarter in the swear jar.

Y/N’s pink lips formed into a pout. She then sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, and Harry took a second to admire her. She had on a pair of white shorts and birks (which Harry loved to refer to as Jesus sandals and he loved how Y/N would roll her eyes at the comment) their school’s mascot printed out on her blue sweater, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail and wrapped by a blue scrunchie.

“Yeah, community college,” Y/N says.

“Hey, community college isn’t bad, you can graduate and still get a degree, or go for a couple years and then transfer, or take a gap year, or not go at all, do what makes you happy,” Harry says.

Y/N groaned, “I don’t know what makes me happy Harry. I’m not school smart, I’m just above the line to graduate, and like I can’t waste thousands and thousands of dollars figuring it out, you’re lucky you know? You know what you want to do, but I have no idea,” Y/N sighs, her eyes light up for a second, “can I just like be your nanny, and you can buy lots of dogs and I can live in your guest house and take care of them.”

“I’m a cat person,” Harry corrects her, his eyebrows scrunch up as he looks at her, “wait, let me get this straight, you basically want me to buy you a dog and then pay you take care of the dog I would buy for you?”

“Dogs, as in multiple, and you like dogs,” Y/N says bringing her coffee to her lips.

“I like them when they aren’t mine,” Harry stated.

Y/N shrugs, “I’m just saying when you become a rich and famous song writer that’s what we can do.”

“Oi, are you just using me for the future possibilities of dogs?” Harry asked.

Y/N nods, a teasing smile on her face as Harry laughs. It’s moment like this that Harry really just wants to lean over and press a kiss to her soft lips, when he wants to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much her loves her and then kiss her forehead, but he can’t. He remembers that when he sees the tall brunette wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist from behind, kissing her cheek and making Y/N bite her lower lip.

“Good morning!” Y/N grins, turning to hug her boyfriend, “how was your morning Jason? You remember Harry right?”

Harry hated Jason, he always had. Ever since freshmen year when Jason seemed to make it his life mission to make Harry’s life terrible. Jason would subtly shove Harry into a locker, spill his drink on Harry’s work, remark on his clothes-anything that would get under Harry’s skin. But the worst thing Jason had ever done was take Y/N from Harry. All summer it was hard to make plans with Y/N, and Y/N wasn’t one to leave her friends for her boyfriend.

It was already difficult for the two meet, Harry didn’t like Y/N’s friends (they always seemed to whisper about him) and her friends didn’t like him. Y/N had managed between the two groups, spending most of her time with Harry, but when Jason came along Harry hardly saw her. He would watch as Jason would claim that Y/N didn’t love him if he didn’t spend time with her, forcing the girl into leaving Harry for him.

“Right,” Jason’s blue eyes flicker to Harry for a second and back to Y/N, “you’re coming to my game tonight right?”

“Oh, I can’t! It’s Harry’s sister’s birthday and we’re having a little party,” Y/N explained, “Harry and I have to pick up the last of the decoration and cake after the school.”

Jason frowned, stepping back, “you’re my main support and you’re not coming to cheer me on? Are you serious?”

“Jason, please, not now,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his hand.

“No, fuck you, you always prefer to hang out with this-what even are you man? A sweater vest-really?” Jason turns to Harry, smirking at him.

“Leave him alone,” Y/N says, “I’m sorry Jason, but you’ll have other games-“

“Clearly you don’t fucking love me or even care about me if you’re missing an important day of my life to hang out with this loser,” Jason snapped, “fuck you Y/N. Don’t talk to me.”

Jason turns and Y/N turns to Harry, “I’m sorry H, I’ll catch up with you later,” and then she turns on her heels running after Jason and calling his name, pleading for him to slow down and listen to her.

“Hey,” Gemma smiled grabbing a chip out of the pink bowl, she nudged Harry slightly with her hip to grab his attention, “where’s Y/N?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “her boyfriend threw a fit that she was missing his game and Y/N went with him, she did say she was sorry and will take you on a spa day, and something about giving you your gift later on.”

“I hate Jason,” Gemma sighed, “he’s emotionally abusive.”

Harry shrugs, grabbing a soda, “I guess.”

“He is, he always threatens to hurt himself if Y/N says no, or claims that she doesn’t love him and that’s not healthy, she deserves better-she deserves you,” Gemma says.

“She doesn’t like me that way, plus I’m going away for college and Y/N will make new friends and forget all about me, it’s fine really,” Harry stated.

The party had turned into a slump, Gemma’s friends left early, and Gemma didn’t mind-she herself was not a people person. She joined Harry in the living room eating the chips and salsa as she watched her heartbroken (even though Harry wouldn’t admit it) brother sit on the couch as think about Y/N.

“Y/N’s a nice girl, she’s just a bit oblivious and a people pleaser, I don’t even think she likes Jason she probably just feels bad breaking up with him,” Gemma says.

“Hey, where’s Y/N? I wanted to show her what I just planted,” Anne asks, walking into the living room with a trash bag.

“Boyfriend’s game,” Harry answered.

“I don’t like him that much,” Anne says, “is that bad? I liked that other guy more-what was his name? Neil?”

“Niall,” Harry corrected.

“What happened to him?”

“Moved back to Ireland,” Harry says.

“Now why haven’t you asked her out?” Anne asked.

Harry stands, “I’m not having this conversation again, good night,” he runs up the stairs, closing the door to his room.

Harry can’t help the smile on his face when he sees Y/N’s name on the screen.

Y/N: This is so boring and we are losing as usual and I hate it and I wish I was there and I’m really sorry please don’t hate me

Y/N: I’ll take you to get breakfast before school

Y/N: Nah forget that I’m not getting up earlier than needed but let’s get a late lunch after school

Y/N: Want to nachos

Y/N: That’s nacho your call we are getting them

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Why aren’t you laughing

Harry: I didn’t see this till now but after school works for me.

Y/N: Don’t put a period it makes you sound all serious and mad

Harry: Sorry

Y/N: I miss you 

Harry: I miss you too

Y/N: I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks can I come over after wards? Pleaseeeeee

Harry: Why are you even asking?

Harry tosses his phone back on the bed, running to shower and get some what decent before Y/N comes over.

Y/N sits on his bed, her legs crossed in front of her, laptop on top and her hand in Harry’s bag of Cheetos, “I think I want to break up with Jason,” Y/N stated.

Harry froze from his desk, the pen in his hand slipping out of it and his heart began to beat fast. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was real, but he knew he liked the statement, “what?” Harry asks, turning in his chair.

Y/N shrugs, “I want to break up with Jason-I just don’t have fun with him you know? It all feels so forced, and I really was going to wait till we graduated and then I wouldn’t have to see him again but that’s too far away. And anytime I’ve gotten some kind of courage to do it he gets upset and tells me he’ll hurt himself.”

“You know he won’t,” Harry says.

“I think I do, but it’s a risk and I can’t be the cause of someone hurting themselves Harry, I can’t,” Y/N says, sliding her laptop off her legs and on to the bed.

“Then I think you should break up with him and if he makes a comment like that you can go tell someone, we can go together to guidance or call his parents-Y/N what he’s doing to you is not okay,” Harry says.

Y/N groans, tossing herself back on Harry’s bed, “it’s just so hard Harry.”

“Y/N, does he like-does he hurt you?” Harry asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“No, God no, he’s never laid a hand on me, one on one Jason’s really sweet,” Y/N says, rolling on to her side and looking at Harry.

It’s small moments like these, when Y/N lays in his bed with her PJ’s on, that he wishes he could cuddle up with her and just talk about pointless things. It’s when Y/N is so comfortable in his room, on his bed, that he wishes she was his, and he was hers.

“I think you should break up with him,” Harry repeats.

Y/N doesn’t respond that time, instead she just lays her head on her arm, and Harry turns back to his work.

“Y/N,” Harry calls down the hall, making the shorter girl stop and turn on her heels. He runs up next to her and Y/N giggled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair that curled over Harry’s forehead, “thanks,” Harry says, the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Harry, you need to lay off the gel, I like your hair when it’s natural,” Y/N says, “anyways what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over on tonight? Mum and Gemma are going out shopping and I hate being alone in the house,” Harry says.

“Hey, Y/N, is this guy bothering you?” one of Jason’s friends, Tyler, asks, stepping in between the two.

“Tyler stop,” Y/N says, placing a hand on his arm, “he’s my friend.”

“It’s okay,” Harry says softly, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“No you won’t,” Tyler hissed, shoving at Harry’s shoulders.

The action causes Harry to stumble back into the lockers, dropping all his books. Y/N gasps, quickly bending down to his side, “what the hell Tyler? I said I was fine, he’s my friend,” Y/N snapped.

Tyler steps forwards, his foot hovering over Harry’s glasses for a second before he steps on them, Y/N frowns, “sorry,” Tyler chuckled, “clearly I didn’t hear you.”

He turns walking down the hall and Y/N grabs the glasses, looking at them. She frowns looking back at Harry, “I’m so sorry Harry-really I am.”

“It’s fine,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his forehead, “thanks,” he grabs his broken glasses from Y/N and sighs.

“Let me help you,” Y/N says.

“I’m fine,” Harry retorts, standing and making his way down the hall.

Y/N stands with a frown, her grip on her bag tightening as she stares at the boy stumbling down the hall.

When Harry opens the door Y/N is taken back. He stands with a towel wrapped around his waist, wet curls stuck to his forehead and chest exposed. She had never seen him so naked, so wet, and she finds it slightly hard to breath. Harry pushes his hair back, and crosses his arms, Y/N had never really noticed his biceps up until this moment and she can’t help but stare.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“You invited me,” Y/N says softly, diverting her attention back to his eyes, and she notices his glasses are gone, “are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you, just not in the mood,” Harry stated.

Y/N holds her arms up, in them lays a brown paper bag, “well I come with Chinese food, and movies, and love,” Y/N says softly, a small smile on her lips and Harry can’t refuse. He steps aside and she quickly makes her way in, he shuts the door behind her, “where are you glasses?”

“Getting fixed, I just put on some contacts,” Harry shrugs, “I’m just going to get dressed.”

Harry wonders off into his room and Y/N sets the food on the counter. She’s singing softly to herself when Harry comes down the stairs, he leans against the wall, propping himself on his shoulder and watching her. He’s wearing her favorite shirt, a simple grey shirt with the Pink Floyd logo on it, and some plaid lounge pants. Y/N turns giving him a smile.

“I like your hair without the gel,” she says, pouring some rice on to his plate, “’s nice.”

“Thanks,” Harry says.

“What did you do before I came over?” Y/N asked, pulling out the container with the eggrolls.

Harry pulls back a stool by the island and sits on it, “nothing, worked out, showered, then you came,” Harry shrugs.

He looks different without his glasses and hair pulled back and Y/N likes it. She likes the glasses, and his other style as well, but she loved this Harry the most. The Harry that was relaxed.

“I, uh, broke up with Jason,” Y/N says, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her.

Harry turns his head quickly (a little too quickly and he’s surprised he didn’t break his neck), Y/N avoids his gaze as she bites her lower lip. She looks a bit disappointed but Harry’s trying his hardest to not show his happiness. He hated Jason and he hated that Jason had taken Y/N away from him.

“Oh,” Harry says softly.

“Anyways, I guess I’m back to square one,” she says, handing Harry his plate and grabbing her own, “back to being single dog lady.”

“You have me,” Harry says.

Y/N smiles, plopping down on the seat next to him, “for now, until you find someone as amazing as you and you fall in love with her and I only see you once a month,” Y/N joked.

Harry chuckled digging his fork into his rice, the heat in cheek started to rise. Harry just wanted Y/N, not anyone else.

“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.

“Okay,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes, “let’s go get some cookies.”

Y/N smiled, standing and grabbing his hand. Harry stumbles behind her and grabs his shoes.

The ride is silent, Y/N has her knees to her chest and Harry rolls his eyes, “it the air bag came out your legs would break,” Harry stated.

“Well then, drive safe,” Y/N says. She’s scrolling on her phone, picking a song to play when she looks up and over at Harry, one hand rest on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, his eyes focused on the road in front of them, “Harry,” she says, and he hums softly, “have you ever kissed anyone?”

Harry keeps his eyes ahead of him, “no,” he says.

“I wish I saved my first kiss for someone I really cared about,” Y/N says softly, “I always wanted it to be on my wedding day, or at least with the person I would marry but instead I kissed someone when I was drunk.”

“I want mine to be with someone special,” Harry says.

“Is there anyone you have in mind?” Y/N asks.

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs.

Y/N gasps, “Harry, you like someone and didn’t tell me? I tell you everything!” Y/N says, turning in her seat to look at Harry.

Harry blows a raspberry in the air, and he knows he’s gotten himself in a hole, “’s nothing for you to worry about,” he stated, “we’re graduating and I’ll probably see her once a year if not I’ll probably never see her again.”

“You don’t know that, oh Harry! Who is she? Come on, I’ll set you up,” Y/N says, wiggling her eyebrows, “I bet she’s amazing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry says.


“She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”

“Well who is she?” Y/N asks, Harry stops in front of the red light and turns to look at Y/N. His eyes are soft and his lips in a frown, and Y/N knows.

She looks away, her eyes dropping to her lap, her lips forming into her own frown and she’s thankful that her hair falls like a curtain, blocking Harry’s eyes from her.

“What kind of cookies do you want?” Harry asks, he’s the first to break the silence.

Y/N stands behind him, picking at the sleeves of his hoodie. Her eyes on her feet which are covered in Harry’s too big shoes, she looks up, “do you really think that when we graduate you’ll never see me again?” she asked.

“There’s chocolate chip, sugar, pumpkin,” Harry mumbles, reading the different kinds.

Y/N frowns, “Harry, just because we graduate doesn’t mean we can’t be together.”

“Ah, oatmeal, that’s your favorite, right?” he asks, grabbing the yellow package, “and we’ll grab a chocolate chip one for me, oatmeal is shit.”

“Harry,” Y/N snaps, grabbing his arm, “stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not, I’m picking cookies,” Harry says.

“You can’t tell me you think we’ll never talk again and expect for me to be okay with that!” Y/N yells, she takes in a deep breath and she’s thankful that no one is in the store besides two workers and an older couple, “why would you ever think I would want to leave you?”

“I never said it was you,” Harry says, brushing past her and down the aisle.

“You didn’t have to, and you have no idea how I feel about you, so you don’t get to say that I would never like you, and you don’t get to act like I’m going to leave you the second I get my diploma,” Y/N says, the lump in her throat started to form and she tried hard to swallow it.

“Because you’re you, Y/N,” Harry says, turning to look at her, “you’re great, and when I leave you’ll make amazing friends and forget all about me, I’m studying back in London and my family will most likely follow me back, and you’ll stay here.”

“That’s not true-“

“But it is, girls like you, don’t like boys like me. The only reason we’re friends is because you needed help passing your class and then you felt bad for me,” Harry says, “I’m not fucking stupid, I know.”

“I’m friends with you because I like you,” Y/N says.

“Great, okay, now let’s go pay for these,” Harry huffs.

“Do you really like me?” Y/N asks, her voice is soft and she looks so small standing there. Her eyes watery and Harry knows she’s still upset.

“Y/N, let’s just pay for the cookies and go bake them, I’m tired,” Harry says.


“Just drop it okay! It doesn’t matter, we aren’t going to be in contact with each other once I graduate we won’t see each other anymore.”

“I like you too,” Y/N says, sniffling, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and being with you, and I knew I had feelings for you but I didn’t think you would feel the same way,” she says, “and I thought you would know by now that you’re my best friend and no matter where you go it doesn’t change that.”


“It just feels like-like that as point you’re the one who wants there to be no contact between us when we graduate, so I’ll make it easy on you, just don’t talk to me anymore,” Y/N says.

Y/N starts walking ahead of him and Harry frowns.

“Y/N, come on,” Harry sighs, running behind her, “let’s not fight-“

He stops when he sees Y/N tear stained cheeks, “how am I not supposed to be upset when my best friend is dead set on never seeing me again after high school,” Y/N cries, hiccups slipping past her lips and Harry feels his chest tighten.

“Shh, come on, let’s go to the car,” he says softly, tossing the cookies on top of the ice cream and walking out of the store with her.

He helps Y/N get in the back seat and he slips in besides her. Y/N muffled sobs fill the car as she sniffles and uses the sleeves of Harry’s hoodie to wipe her eyes, “hey,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around her, “sh, it’s alright.”

“No it’s not Harry, you made it clear-“

“I was being an ass,” Harry cuts her off, rubbing her back, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you really believe that?” Y/N asks.

Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know Y/N, I never believed that you would even talk to me.”

“I don’t want us to end,” Y/N says softly.

Harry closes his eyes, resting his head on top hers, he can smell the coconut shampoo and he closes his eyes, “I’m in love with you,” Harry admits, “and I guess I kept telling myself it was okay that you didn’t feel the same way, because in a couple months it wouldn’t matter.”

“You don’t know how I feel, you never told me,” Y/N says, she scoots back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands, “and I wish you had told me sooner, because I feel the same way Harry.”

Y/N places her hand over his, sniffling still, “I want to be with you, and I’m taking a gap year anyways, and I’ve always wanted to travel you know? I don’t think we should let college stop us from being together Harry,” Y/N says, “I don’t want anything to stop us from being together. You’re my best friend.”

“I don’t want you to say this because you feel bad-“

“I’m not, I’m in love with you Harry,” Y/N admits, biting her lower lip and letting her gaze fall to her lap, “and I want to be with you. For once, don’t over think it.”

Harry’s hand comes under her chin, “I think any fight is worth it as long as you’re with me,” Harry says softly.

“Promise,” Y/N asks.

Harry nods, “I’ve never done this before,” Harry whispered when she leaned closer.

“That’s okay,” Y/N whispers back, “I’ve never kissed anyone I’ve loved either.”

Y/N’s lips are soft, and her touch is gentle. Harry finds that it’s not hard, because nothing with Y/N is ever hard, she makes things easy, and he’s more than grateful for her. He likes how soft her lips are and how she’s careful with every movement, he likes how her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he realizes that he really fucking loves Y/N.

Run To Me; Part Seven

You do not have to read this first book to read this one! - There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

Blow a kiss, Fire a gun: Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17 Pt.18 Pt.19 Pt.20 + NSFW Alphabet with Mob!Tom

Run To Me: Prologue Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

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“So you actually meet him?”

You twiddle the spoon that sat in your tea, holding it by the butt as to not burn your fingers. The metal spoon was hot but the cup was even hotter and your fingers still hurt from where you’d picked up the cup before, forgetting to use the handle.

Your father sat ahead of you, a scolding cup of coffee in his hand and frown on his face. But beneath that frown was curiosity.  He may not have been the best father- not even close but it was the little things like the fact that he hadn’t allowed you to drink coffee knowing what caffeine did to you and instead had a hot cup of tea prepared.

He wore one of the sweaters you remember seeing as a kid had to wonder if he still had it because it was his favourite, or because it was your mother’s favourite. It was the one she used to throw on after a long day, drown out the scent of his cologne in her perfume and trudge around the house with it hanging around her thighs.

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anonymous asked:

To answer your anon: I've only seen the Jaime/Brienne bits from the show and although some scenes are more difficult to grasp what they are talking about, it's perfectly fine to understand everything. I'm not reading their chapters in the books and readings tons of very great fanfics, it's great hahaha

Oh my god, not to be That Person, BUT THEIR SCENES IN THE BOOKS ARE SO OVERWHELMINGLY WONDERFUL. Oh my god. Book!Jaime and Book!Brienne…

Okay, so here’s the thing: they make a big deal in Sansa’s chapters of how she still kind of believes in the fairytale of the knight in shining armor, or the prince that will make her queen some day and she’ll get to live that story. The tragedy of Sansa is that she has to experience how cruel the world is to open-hearted, sweet girls that dream of a happy, kind world. 

But Brienne believes in fairytales just as much. They really, really did NOT get Brienne in season 2, and only sort of got her in season 3. I would not trade Gwendoline Christie for the WORLD and she (who fell in love with Book!Brienne) truly brought as much delicacy as she could to the character with the material she was given. If you watch those scenes from the episode where Cersei tells her “but you do love him.” That episode is written by GRRM and it so gets Brienne. There’s a LOVELY softness to Brienne in that episode that is truly as close as you get to the Brienne I fell in love with in the books. THAT’S ALL TO SAY. Brienne just as strongly believes in the knights in shining armor and honor and nobility and what knights SHOULD BE. And though we talk about how for Show!Brienne they never implied that marriage and family were important to her. In the books, Brienne is extremely cognizant of being the only heir to Tarth and being her father’s last living child and what that means for the duty she owes that role. Brienne is somewhere between 18 and 20 in the books, and with that comes all the naiveté of youth and lack of experience. It’s her connection to Jaime and her journey with him that opens her eyes to the cruelty of the world that goes beyond the mockery she has received. 

Jaime, in many ways, believed in the honor and nobility and notions of knights in shining armor when she was a boy. But his experience has truly, truly ruined that notion for him. He is the extreme of Sansa and Brienne. He’s the one that had the best of intentions and had them absolutely twisted and ruined by the world he resided in and the things he was forced to do and how those things were received. The one truly noble thing he ever did, killing Aerys, was also his downfall. People can talk about Cersei/Jaime and how wrong it was, but Jaime truly loved her. Jaime wanted to run away with her. Jaime wanted that love so deeply it defined him. He is a romantic in the books in ways that D&D never got. The relationship was twisted, but it was twisted because Jaime’s perception of it was never what Cersei intended. Cersei was also manipulating him for her own ends. And when Jaime in the books finds out that his entire life with her was a lie, he’s done. His entire existence has been one lie after another. And it’s not until he meets Brienne that he starts to get that back. He realizes that there are honorable and noble people in this world. He can’t shake Brienne from her values. He cannot ruin her the way he was ruined and that is REVELATORY for Jaime. I’m not sure even book!Jaime would have left Cersei after her betrayal if not for what he saw in Brienne and what they experienced together. When he tells Brienne in the books what happened with Aerys, and she accepts it, and she honors him for that sacrifice of reputation for the greater good, it is the only time Jaime has ever experienced that and it changes him. And we get this WONDERFUL scene right after where Brienne takes care of him. Brienne washes him after he collapses and dresses him and it is a lot for me to take in, frankly. 

What I’m trying to get at in the longest words ever, is that all three of these characters believe or believed in the fairytales and believed in love and are motivated by the deepest sort of goodness and love. And so, when Jaime and Brienne meet and when Jaime and Brienne are the catalyst for each other’s personal development past the point of where they are capable of getting themselves, that’s how you know it’s the true love story of the books. And people that watched the show after reading the books had to infer a lot of that into what D&D gave us. 

They completely fucking missed the part where Brienne is soft and open-hearted and loving and GOOD and a woman/girl on top of being a soldier who’s had to put walls up. They missed the part where Jaime’s main motivation in life (I would argue ONLY motivation in life) is love, and that when that turns out to be a lie in the only relationship he’s ever had, he doesn’t keep going back for more torture because that love was a lie and therefore the motivation for that relationship being his guiding factor in life is gone and he has to figure out who Jaime truly is at his core. And that Jaime is a man that finds his honor and begins to do the right thing. And when Brienne shows up again and says, “I need you” in so many words, he drops everything because his most motivating factor has always been and will always be love and that’s how I know that Jaime loves Brienne more than he loves anything and that they are endgame.

THE END OF THE LONGEST INBOX ANSWER EVER I AM SO SORRY THIS HAPPENED TO YOU. and this is all to say: just skip around and read their chapters and be swept the fuck away. 

Something that occurred to me while rewatching black sails was how much woodes rogers backstory differentiates him from every other character, and makes it thematically very fitting that he would end up being the antagonist of the story.

Because over the course of the show we learn that every single protagonist has some defining experience that shapes their goals and actions throughout the series, and in the case of every single lead character (other than rogers), those experiences involve being in some way disempowered, knocked down, “put in their place” by the world/civilization.

Flint and Miranda lose Thomas and are forced to flee for their lives. And they are, at the time, able to do fuck all about it. They have no way of fighting back or getting any justice for what was done to them. At least no lawful “civilized” way. As a woman Miranda’s only influence was through Thomas. And as a lower class gay man, what measure of influence or social standing James had managed to to gain, spent his whole life working twice as hard for, was stripped away with just a few words. Civilization showed them both how easily they could go from respectable English citizens to a duplicitous backstabbing whore and a profane and loathsome monster.

Eleanor experiences her mothers murder during the raid on Nassau and immediately is abandoned by her father because he has no time for a daughter. She gets a lovely double lesson in a) how truly dangerous the world is for women and that b) as a woman she is easily set aside and dismissed.

Both Max and Madi were born slaves, their earliest childhood memories were literally of being someone else’s possession. And for Max add to that all of the shit that happens to her in season 1. She tries to do something to better her own life and gets knocked down in the most unimaginably horrible way for it.

There’s billy and his experience being press ganged because his parents fought for social change. There’s jacks experience with indentured servitude.

We don’t know silvers history, but we have, from the writers, the explanation that whatever happened to him it removed his ability to really be in control of his own narrative. Then of course he loses his leg, taking away the ability to be self reliant that defined the silver of seasons 1 and 2. He becomes the “one legged creature”, someone whose only chance at having a life with any respect or dignity is among a pirate crew.

Then we have rogers. He loses his brother in a battle. A battle in which he is in charge, with an opponent against whom he already had the upper hand. It’s not an attack against him personally, it’s a corned opponent retaliating. He still has all the power in the situation and immediately and brutally punishes everyone he deems responsible. Then he writes a book about it (leaving out the more grisly details) and becomes a celebrity, it opens all sorts of doors for him leading to him being handed the position of governor of Nassau. The sort of role someone like max had to fight the entire world every day of her life to achieve, and even then she could never be a visible leader in her own right. And it’s something woodes rogers is just… handed.

He really is the man to whom the world handed everything. And he never even seems to fucking realize it. When jack gives his amazing “you people…” speech rogers response is “you really think I’m that soft?”… like, no my dude, no one’s saying you’re soft, he’s saying you’re privileged. He tries again and again, with madi, with flint, to pull the whole “we’re not so different” schtick, and it never works. He understands loss and violence, but what he completely fails to understand is the experience every other character (to varying degrees) has had; being told by the world that, for reasons beyond their control or choice, they are less than. That should they try to challenge that, should they try to be seen and heard, try to have ambitions or freedom, civilization will respond swiftly and violently. He says that he’s doing exactly what Thomas hamilton tried to do but as flint points out, thomas was trying to bring about change whereas rogers only ever wanted to enforce the status quo.

Woops, that got much longer than intended… I just have a lot of unfavorable feelings about woodes rogers, okay!


Kastle foreshadowing in daredevil s2 – Karen Page edition.

1. Tracing Frank’s x-ray (what’ll later be the outline for his memenro mori).
2. Spending three hours doing research about what really happened (almost forgetting a preset date she had).
3. Letting go of Matt’s hand as soon as she sees Frank.
4. Helping him remember his family (which he later counts her as a part of).
5. Mirrored expressions when Foggy struggles with his opening statement (this one’s just cute).
6. The book Frank read his daughter, Karen being drawn to it (before she has any reason to know the significance).
7. He stole her car, and it’s cute.
8. She’s the only one who sees him, and whispers ‘frank’, clearly overcome with relief that he’s not, in fact, dead.

Broadway Musicals plots acording to my little sister

I decided to ask my 11 year old sister what she thinks this musicals are about based on what I’ve said about them and the few songs she has heard with me. And she insisted on telling the plots of the ones she has heard.

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor kills himself. And this girl that’s friends with Dean. Hansen? Evan! The pretty girl is Christine (me: no) well, anyway, her. Evan is the guy with the blue striped shirt. It’s sad. And there’s Connor, the one I’m painting for you. (I talk about Connor a lot)

Be More Chill: THAT’S THE ONE WITH CHRISTINE! it’s funny and sad because that part with ‘christiiiineeee’ makes me sad. They’re in school? High school? Ok. He has to go through some challenge to feel smaller? Bigger than he is? (me: who’s the main character?) i don’t know, I just know Christine and that it’s sad. (me: [explains the part of christiiineee]) oh, then the guy gets friend zoned.

Newsies: MY TIME HAS COME. (she’s seen this one with me) Jack Kelly is the main guy. The guys that makes the newspapers decided to make them more expensive and the kids don’t want to buy them so they go on strike [starts singing “STRIKE, STRIKE, OOOOOO STRIKE!”] And then they meet Katherine, who has weird eyebrows, and she’s a journalist and writes about them. I’m not forgetting about Crutchie, I love him, he gets captured during the strike. Then Katherine and Jacqueline (me: Jack) I know, I call him Jacqueline. They discover they are in love. They sing. They kiss. I don’t like that part because they just met. They win and they are happy. Oh, and I can’t forget about Les’ part where they close the door! Oh, yes he d-id!!

Heathers: i haven’t seen this one but it’s also my moment. Veronica is new in school and there are three girls. Their last name is Heather. (me: that’s their names) oh, I didn’t know. They’re pretty, popular and everyone loves them. They start hanging out with Veronica and the Heather’s start hooking her up with the “veronica open the, open the door now!” guy. (me: JD) him. Well, I think that the Heather’s make JB mad- well, he’s mad at everyone- veronica can fake handwriting so JB (me: it’s JD) okay, JD kills people but makes Veronica write notes saying they commited suicide. Veronica gets mad and says no, she leaves and JD follows her and sings the “Veronica open the door now!” And veronica fakes her suicide and JD gets scared but ~cries~ then the mom comes in and screams and drops her food. Veronica says she’s okay. (me: okay, that’s a lot, end it.) i think JD gets captured by the police and… I hope Veronica goes too because she helped him.

The Book of Mormon: (She laughed really hard) it’s about a culture that’s on the other side of the world and promotes THE BEST BOOK IN THE WORLD and they go “ding dong my name is Elder Price and I would like to show the most amazing book” And they’re all named Elder. And they have to sell their book because they need money, because it’s a hard world. I guess the main character is Elder. (i laughed, which one?) All of them! They should change their names. Also it’s racist. And rude. You’re in the wrong path and I don’t approve it. (i laughed more)

Waitress: it’s about clothes. It sounds like Wait and Dress. (me: [dies of laughter]) the main character should be called Wait.

Falsettos: One dies. About an illness. You were crying and I came to your room and you said it was Falsettos and I left, angry because you scared me. I just know he dies.

Hamilton: (she literally gave a speech about how exited she is to tell this plot and warned me it was going to be a long one) Get popcorn. It’s on the 1800’s. Hamilton is a teen that goes in the army and gives good ideas, he invents banks. But he goes to a party and meets Angelica and she introduces him to her sister. I wanted him to be with Angelica. Hamilton becomes friends with someone that screams “DON’T CALL ME SON” but calls him son. And the man says “GO AWAY I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN” And Hamilton obeys. He meets Bar. Berr? Bor? Burr. Hamilton and Angelica get married. They have a kid called Philip. Felipe. Burr, we’re calling him Burrito. What’s the name of that dude? (me: laurens?) from Europe? (me: oh, no) Burr was obsessed with being in the room where it happens. I liked him and then I didn’t. Hamilton cheats on Eliza and gets blackmailed. Hamilton pays and I was crying because Eliza deserves better. OH THE KING! I love him, what a guy. Felipe makes a duel and they don’t even get to seven when the no-felipe shoots. -she sang half of stay alive (reprise)- And Eliza screams and breaks my heart. Oh, and Hamilton dies too. How? I don’t remember. Eliza opens an orphanage and sees Hamilton in every kid. I cried a lot.

Why Me? (Reggie x Reader)


A/N: Just a quick little dabble that I did.

As the girls scanned the book in front of them they wonder what to do.

“We have to tell them” Betty said knowing that it was the best idea.

“But about the other girls? Some people don’t even know they’re in here. Why would we cause them the shame that we’re feeling?” Ethel explained “It’s not fair”

“I think Ethel right” Cheryl said speaking for the first time since they open the book. Everyone looked at her not really expecting her to care about others. But one person knew the truth.

“You’re only saying that since you don’t want Jason poor image that everyone had of him to be gone” Veronica claimed while she crossed her arms, she knew damn well what Cheryl was thinking.

“That’s not it” Cheryl yelled but no one listen instead they waited for Betty to speak as she was the one holding the book. Betty looked around at all of the girls in front of her and thought for a moment what she was going to do. Polly was there and this could help her with their parents but did she really want to put others through this pain of being slut shamed? She knew what she wanted finally and opened her mouth

“We’re going to go to the principle with this. That’s the finally answer so if you don’t like it you’re going to have to deal with it.” Betty demanded but no one objected. “So to help us with all of this, we’re going to split up in pairs to let the girls know before the school does” Everyone nodded their head and picked a girl.

 Betty and Veronica standard side by side looking at the sea of people moving through the hallway. This was the last girl that needed to hear the truth. It was Y/N L/N. Betty always thought of you as a sweet girl who couldn’t do no harm but now she could only think about the damaged girl you would become. The girls made their way over to the bleachers where you were sitting reading your book. Betty figured you were waiting on Reggie since he had football practice, after all he was the reason you were in the book.

“Hey Y/N” Veronica said as she took a spot right next to you. You looked up at the two confused on why they were here but smiled anyway. Sure you guys never talked but you weren’t going to be rude.

“What brings you guys here?” You asked wanting to get straight to the point, it was a odd thing to you. Betty and Veronica give each other a look before they both look away to where the boys were playing.

“You do actually”  Betty let out not making eye contact. This was going to be harder than she thought.

“Me?” You questioned taken back for a moment but you continued on “What would you guys need to talk to me about?”  Veronica let you wonder for a minute before she spoke up.

“It’s Reggie”

“What about him?”

“He did something that you should know about before it gets out there”

“Hold now, get out there?” You questioned more confused than ever. What did that boy do now?

“Yeah, well he’s on the football team obviously” Veronica as she waved her arms toward them. You nodded your head not really knowing where she was going with this.

“This isn’t something that’s lightly, Umm well you see the team has a book. Where they keep track of who hooks up with who” As the words rolled off of her tongue you knew then. Reggie Mantle had put you in there, thanks to your causally fun with each other.

“I heard enough” You told them as you stood up from your spot. You look out on the field feeling betrayed by Reggie, you thought you guys meant something more then some name in a book.

“There’s more to know” Betty piped in but you didn’t want to listen. You put up your hand to stop her.

“I personally don’t care.” You raged, oh how Mantle would pay for this one. “Do whatever you pleases” You walk away from the two not caring about what they were going to do. Obviously they were going to tell since they mentioned it. You were hurt and in pain. Reggie was something special to you. You knew you were falling for the boy and before you could say anything about it you were already regretting it. But as you did walk all you could wonder was why. Why did he do it? Why?


Originally posted by mortallyburningperfection

Series: Peter Parker Imagines

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and the Reader like each other but one another think they don’t like on another.

Warnings: Cuteness and Peter being a love sick puppy

Word Count:1,400+

A/N:Hope you all enjoy this imagine xx :)


Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom

[Reader’s POV] 

“Did you hear about the explosion that happened the other night?” Your friend Lilith asks hugging her binder to her chest. 

     Nodding your head the two of you talk about what happened as the two of you walk down the hall. A fight broke out at a bank between Spider-Man and some robbers. The weapon they used destroyed the building and the sandwich shop across the street. You were heading home that night from a graffiti session. The paint residue still on your hands from the night before.

“Spider-Man is so cool but who knows how old he really is” she rambles on and on. Your eyes looking at a head of curls pass by. Letting out a sigh when you see him enter the guys locker room.

“hellooooo” Lilith drags out waving her hand in front of your face. Blinking a couple time you give her a forced smile.  She rolls her eyes as she opens the girls locker room door. 

     Getting dressed you set your book bag inside your locker. Locking it back up you pick up your sketchbook and pencils. Walking out with a group of people you head to the stands. Sitting on the bleachers with your friends you all quiet down when the coach walks over. 

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Twilight AU where the order New Moon and Eclipse are switched. 

Directly after the events of Twilight, we get Victoria with her scary-ass army bc she’s trying to avenge James’ death. The wolves are introduced in book two as originally done, because all the Newborns nearby are activating the shapeshifter gene, & Jake tells Bella about the wolves b/c he wants to help protect her from Victoria alongside Edward. 

Jake and Bella spend more time together through training & grow feelings – the events of Eclipse mostly stay the same. 

 I’ve always lowkey pictured book two ending when Bella cuts her arm open to distract Victoria and she bleeds around Edward, causing him to almost attack her INSTEAD OF JASPER IN NEW MOON. This is what makes him decide to leave:  bc he almost kills her instead of Victoria at the end of Eclipse. This also really makes more sense to me than Jasper attacking Bella – just because, I mean, it’s been Edward struggling with her scent all along. 

Then New Moon starts. Bella is alone. She and Edward have had even MORE time together and she’s even deeper in the supernatural world, so his absence leaves an even more noticable void in her life. The events of New Moon are mostly the same – Jake and Bella, who still kissed during Eclipse – are now growing closer and closer.

Edward is almost out of Bella’s mind when Alice shows back up post Bella’s cliff dive. She goes to the Volturi still with Alice – introducing our new villain AFTER Victoria is all done with in book two – and once they know about her relationship with Edward etc, they say she must be changed. That’s why her wedding is so soon after, right at the beginning of Breaking Dawn. 

Bella has no choice. She must be changed, she must stay with Edward if she wants to live. 

I’d change Breaking Dawn completely, but let’s leave that for another day. 

IDK GUYS, I’ve just always thought that the events could’ve worked this way, too. They could’ve extended the Jake or Edward debate PAST her wedding and her changing, even, leaving Ness totally out of the picture. IDK man, they could’ve done so much with the end of New Moon going into Breaking Dawn directly I have FEEELINGS 


Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter had fallen hopelessly in love with you, but you were to oblivious to realize it


Peter Parker had a problem.  

A big problem.

Somehow amongst all the craziness of becoming Spider-Man and the insane events that took place during homecoming. Peter had fallen crazy in love with his best friend.

He didn’t know how it happened. He was so busy with being Spider-Man and when he wasn’t he was doing homework or daydreaming about Liz. But once she had moved away and his duties as Spider-Man had calmed down he found himself hopelessly in love with you.

But he couldn’t do anything about it.

Because you were his best friend.

And he didn’t need to be a mind reader to know you only saw him as a friend and nothing more because of a little problem named…

“Jason,” you sighed dreamily. Which recieved an eyeroll from MJ, who sat across from you at lunch. “I think he’s probably the smartest and handsomest guy I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t think he’s that great.” Peter muttered.

“Oh please, you’ve been saying that for like months now.” You rolled your eyes, “I supported your crush on Liz remember.” You said poking him in the side.

Peter flinched and lightly pushed your hand away, “Yeah, I remember.” He grumbled.

“Someone’s grumpy. C'mon lighten up, you’re my best friend, your opinion matters.”

Peter felt a stab at the word friend, and struggled to put a smile on his face. Ned, knowing about his crush on you, noticed his discomfort and tried to pull your attention away from him.

“I thought I was your best friend.” Ned asked ‘offended’.

You laughed, “You and MJ are my best friends too, but Peter’s basically family at this point." 

Ouch. You just confirmed his worst nightmare. He had actually passed the friend zone.

Your words even caused MJ (Who obviously knew too) to glance at Peter to catch his reaction. 

Peter put on a fake smile that he had learned to perfect after months of practicing and said, "You’re right, sorry, you and Jason would be g-great together.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat at the wide smile on your face, “Good because I’ve got some news.” Peter noticed a blush rise to your cheeks. “Jason actually asked me out and we’re going on a date next week.”

“What!?” Peter practically yelled, causing a few people to glance back at your table.

“Whoa, calm down Pete.” You looked at him in surprise, “Are you okay?”

“Ye-Yeah, I’m great, c-couldn’t be better. So you’re going out with Jason now. Everythings great, y-you’re dating, g-great- and I, it’s getting hot in here-I’m just- I think I’m gonna go now.” Peter quickly rushed out of the cafeteria after grabbing his things.

“Oookay, that was like really weird, right?” You asked Ned and MJ.

“That kid is the definition of weird.” MJ replied.

“I think I’m gonna go after him, I’ll see you guys later.” Ned rushed out following after Peter.

MJ put her bookmark in her book before closing it, “I’m gonna go too, I need to talk to Mr. Harrington. And by the way, you’re the definition of oblivious.” She said strolling out of lunch.

'Okay… what?’


Peter had ran out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom which was thankfully empty. A few minutes later though, the door had opened and Ned walked in.

“Hey man, are you okay?” Ned asked as he looked at Peter who was leaning against the bathroom wall.

“No… It’s just- why did it have to be Jason? I can’t believe I thought that she might’ve liked me back, even if it was just a little bit.”

“She still could, before you started liking her you just thought about her as a friend.”

“Yeah, but she thinks of me as family, Ned.”

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel.”

“What! No, of course no-” Peter was cut off by the bell. “I’m just gonna go to class.” Peter mumbled and walked out the door.

The day continued on but Peter was actively avoiding you and it was really starting to piss you off. You knew something was clearly wrong and it annoyed you that he wasn’t saying what it was. One of the points of having friends is to be able to tell them why your upset.

You had continued to try to get his attention but once the final bell rang he was no where to be seen. Sighing, you walked home and texted him. 

Then you texted him again.

And again.

But still no response.

It was now 6:00 as you stared down at your phone, you had left 22 messages for Peter and he left you on read.

That was your breaking point. You grabbed your coat and left your apartment and headed towards his. After the 15 minute walk you finally reached his place and knocked on Peter’s door, anxiously waiting for it to open. It was then swung open by Peter himself but once he saw you he went to close it, but you shoved your foot between the door and the door frame.

“No, let me talk to you Peter.”

A pained expression crossed Peter’s face, “…Fine.” He opened the door wider allowing you to get through.

You walked in and shut the door behind you, “Okay, what’s your problem. You’ve been acting weird for months now and you were completely insane today. Why have you been avoiding me?”

Peter contemplated on how to answer the question, before he just shrugged, walking away to sit on the couch. 

You followed after and stood in front of him,  “Peter that’s not an answer, seriously, you’re my best friend just tell me what’s wrong.”

Peter bit his lip, “…I just… You don’t understand.”

“Yes, so help me understand. Ever since Liz moved you started following me like a lost puppy so I just thought it was because you were sad or something, and of course I didn’t mind so I just let it happen. But then you started getting impatient and annoyed with me everytime I..” You furrowed your eyebrows, beginning to make sense of everything. “Everytime I talked about Jason…” You slowed down, the pieces finally falling into place. "And then…today you freaked out after I told you about my date…Peter?“ You looked up and found him staring at you with puppy eyes, silently begging for you to figure it out. "Do you..Do you l-like me?” You sat down on the couch in disbelief. He averted his gaze and stared down at his hands. His silence confirmed everything. "Oh Pete.“

Peter inwardly cringed at the pity in your voice and felt his eyes beginning to water. He sniffled and you felt your heart breaking at the sight. You moved closer to him, "Peter, I love you so so much, but… w-we’re fri-”

Peter shook his head, “Please don’t say that word. I’m- I’m tired of hearing that word over and over again" Peter’s voice cracked as the tears began to blur his vision. "I-I love being your friend and I still want us to be friends, b-but I h-hate being reminded that we c-can never be anything m-more.”

You tentatively put your hand on his shoulder and felt him relax very slightly. All he wanted to do was cry with his best friend but what do you do when you’re crying because of your best friend. You felt your own tears beginning to build and you put your arm around him. He finally broke and pulled you closer, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his hot tears on your skin as he sobbed. You ran your fingers in his hair, attempting to calm him down. You started crying with him.

He knew that you had just rejected him but it still felt so right to be with you. Peter hated it. He hated how much he cared and loved you right now. Of course the hate and pain would fade, but right now he just wanted to wallow in it.

“I-it’s not f-fair.” Peter croaked.

“I know Peter, I know." 

But did you? Did you understand the pain of falling in love with your best friend, knowing they’d never feel the same. He would continue to see you and hang out with you and share the same inside jokes you’ve both been telling since you were in middle school.

Peter cried while you held him, eventually you both laid down and he fell asleep. Nothing mattered anymore except for Peter. Jason and your date next week stopped to matter all together. You’ve seen Peter upset before, but you were always able to make him feel better. But now, you didn’t know how to fix this.

Your head was resting on a pillow that was against the arm of the couch and you began thinking about all the obvious signs that Peter liked you as you played with his hair. Of course he liked you all the stares you caught, all the times where he sat next to you instead of Ned or MJ, his blushing face and stuttering words. He was head over heels and you couldn’t get it through your thick skull.

You really were the definition of oblivious.


Because I’m a baby when it comes to angst, there will be a second part.

I Have This Kink - Part Two

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1937

Author’s Note: So, I hope you guys enjoy this because I honestly don’t know how I feel about it lol. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen and @dumbass-stilinski for looking this over for me. You guys da best.


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Edited my character and added two more for @thebbros AU. I hope these are good.
Maria &a Niel-
Maria is 10 and she is very quiet. She was originally in an orphanage due to the fact that she had contracted the ink illness. Her parents put her in the orphanage because they were afraid that she was contagious and that their other children would get sick. Her first weeks in the orphanage the other children steered clear of her, afraid that he would get them sick (even though her case of the illness wasn’t so severe) so she often kept to herself until she met another child in the orphanage that wasn’t afraid of her (Niel) At first she didn’t really open up to him much but now hes like a little brother to her.
Niel is 7 years old. When he was 3months old he was left in a box at the orphanage, there was no note, just a crying baby. The owner of the orphanage took him in and raised him and now he’s the happiest than he’s ever been. He tries to make friends with everyone and he can be a little too trusting. He carries around the blanket he was found with just so he can have a memory with him, even though he doesn’t remember his parents. every once in a while when he was able to go out he would go to a bakery or a store and try to beg for some food. He takes Maria with him sometimes to see if they could get double if their acting is good enough.
making jokes
She is 19 and she does volunteer work at the orphanage where Maria and Niel are at. She usually gets stuck babysitting them or even taking them home with her to whatever Inn she’s staying at if the orphanage got over crowded. When she has to go to work she usually leaves them at home and she asks the inn owner to watch them but they still end up getting into trouble. She changes jobs a lot to pay her rent and she’s usually seen working at a café or another restaurant.
Her space
doing volunteer work

art by nevithepaint

reasons why peter parker loves michelle jones: “because, she keeps me on my toes.”
  • ok gather round kids,
  • cuz i’m about to tell you a story
  • so peter and mj are best friends at this point
  • everything is fine and dandy except that michelle knows he’s spider-man
  • and peter kinda knows that michelle knows that he’s spider-man
  • AND michelle knows that he knows that she knows that he’s spider-man
  • and ned knows that they’re: idiots!
  • don’t get me wrong, michelle deadass talks to ned about spidey shit like it’s a casual thing that they all know about and ned doesn’t even try to cover for peter anymore
  • and ned has definitely told peter that she knows
  • in his defense, peter was practically forcing the information out of him! like he could just tell by the way peter was quietly eating his spaghetti
  • he Knew
  • where were we?
  • oh right so, peter and mj are actually The Worst
  • because peter hasn’t like officially told mj about his whole extra-curricular yet because he’S JUST SCARED of her reaction
  • also you know, his mind is telling him yes but his heart says no apparently
  • and michelle, 
  • michelle refuses to break unTIL peter tells him herself. 
  • she wants to hear it from the man himself.
  • and so now, they’re all stuck in this uncomfortable loop of peter’s horrible acting whenever he has to go save someone and mj’s in the room and mj being uncomfortably Nice to peter whenever he turns on the news and sees DANGER!
  • and finally, after a good knock on the head from a burglar, peter decides to tell her
  • he’s actually going to do it
  • he’s going to straight up go to her house and tell her that he’s spider-man
  • and on the way there he’s trying to think of all of her possible reactions
  • maybe she’ll laugh at him because it took him this long to tell her
  • there’s a really high chance that she’d curse him out
  • or she’d just throw a really large book at his head
  • maybe she’ll fall in lov-
  • so we’re just gonna skim thru the cliche shit
  • so he knocks on her window and she opens it and he invites her outside to her fire escape and they have their usual banter and then he tells her and- 
  • and well, he was NOT. expecting this reaction
  • because, 
  • she does not believe him.
  • i just wanna establish that peter’s got his normal clothes over his suit (he’s trying to be better about hiding his secret identity) and she can’t see his suit 
  • and then, for some reason they’re both ‘!!!!!’ at each other
  • they’re arguing about whether or not peter is spider-man when he’s wearing his suit underneath his civilian clothes
  • omg! he’s wearing his suit!
  • so he pops open the first three buttons of his shirt and shows her the spidey symbol on his chest
  • she looks pleasantly surprised for like a nanosecond but then she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes, “yeah, like i would believe THAT. nice try, peter!”
  • and peter doesn’t know why he’s so frustrated by the fact that she DOESN’T. BELIEVE. HIM.
  • he could just let this go and pretend it was all some big prank
  • but he WANTS her to know that he’s spider-man
  • and then he decides to just take off his shirt
  • “peter, what are y-”
  • and then he’s taking off the t-shirt he’s wearing beneath THAT shirt
  • and before she knows it, peter parker is stripping in front of her on her fire escape
  • holy shit, this is what dreams are made of
  • once his civilian clothes are nothing but a pile on the floor, he puts on his mask, “see? i am spider-man!”
  • in case you haven’t realised already at this point, mj is just messing with peter out of spite and she also wanted to see if ned put him up to this
  • then, she uses that as an excuse to touch spider-man’s bicep as if she’s examining his suit
  • oh shit! he’s fit!
  • “yeah, halloween isn’t until october, PETER!”
  • and peter is about to explode, “mj! I. AM. SPIDER-MAN.”
  • and she’s about to give in but she literally just made peter strip for her out in the open so who knows what other lengths he might go to
  • she might even get some solid blackmail material
  • “give up the act, peter!”
  • and then this weird sort of look enters peter’s eye
  • he takes one step closer to her, “you want me to prove to you that i”m spider-man?”
  • “sure, let’s see what you’ve got up your sleeve now,” she deadpans.
  • “close your eyes.”
  • “if you strip any further, i’m kicking you off this fire escape-”
  • “gross, mJ!”
  • “fine.”
  • and she closes her eyes, expecting the worst, actually she doesn’t even know WHAT! TO EXPECT
  • and then she feels his arm curl around her waist
  • “what are you-”
  • “just, close your eyes, ok?” he says it in a really soft way and that makes her wanna lay her life out on the line for him so she closes her eyes
  • and she feels herself thudding into something 
  • apparently, that was his chest because she starts touching his chest and he coughs, “mj, that’s my chest.”
  • “oh sorry”
  • and she mentally kicks herself because hOW AWKWARD WAS THAT
  • then he whispers in her ear, and it’s really gentle and soft, “hold onto me, ok?”
  • and he positions her arms around his neck and his shoulders and then suddenly, she feels like she’s racing through something and it’s really windy
  • she’s still got her eyes closed
  • peter looks at her, “open your eyes, mj.”
  • her voice leaves her at this very moment so all she does is let out a squeak
  • and she rests her chin on peter’s shoulder and stares down at the city below her and it’s so beautiful from up here she’s never noticed and 
  • she doesn’t scream or yell or cheer
  • she’s just quiet as peter swings from one building to the other
  • and then, peter returns to her fire escape
  • they’re both standing together now and she still hasnt let go of him yet
  • she pulls away awkwardly and he takes off his mask
  • “i knew all along, you know.”
  • peter smiles at her in that soft way, “yeah, i figured you were just messing with me when we were up there.”
  • because, of course he realises while he’s in the middle of shooting a web at a building
  • they sit in silence for a while 
  • “sorry, if i made you unc-”
  • “no, you- i’m just-”
  • and this is the first time he’s ever seen mj speechless
  • #HE made her speechless
  • then she looks down her fire escape and at the city below her, “new york is so pretty.”
  • “it is,” he says, looking at her, because he’s never seen her like this before and he’ll be damned if he takes his eyes off of her
  • “are you- are you mad that i didn’t tell you sooner?”
  • she’s still looking down her fire escape, “i’m not going to lie, i was a little hurt at first but that was stupid don’t-”
  • “you were hurt?”
  • “i thought you didn’t trust me as much as you trusted ned and may and i’m okay with that really,” now she’s looking up at him to try to convince him that she’s fine. “i know that ned and may are the two most important people in your life i totally understand and i’m sorry if i manipulated you into telling me-”
  • “mj-”
  • “no it’s ok!”
  • and then his stomach grumbles and she rolls her eyes, “i have pizza in my fridge.”
  • he frowns, “is it vegetarian?”
  • “no, my dad ordered it last night and he couldnt finish it.”
  • “alright then!’
  • and they have pizza for dinner and watch brooklyn 99 in her room, under a pile of blankets after that
  • and they decide to invite ned over because he’ll probably be able to sleep in peace now that she officially knows
  • peter’s changed into his normal clothes now btw
  • and then, late at night, once ned is knocked out somewhere on a mattress and they’re still awake, 
  • “hey mj?”
  • “yeah,”
  • “you’re on my list of the top five most important people to me in this whole entire universe.”
  • he’s expecting her to brush it off or tease him about it because he knows that she doesn’t do: emotions
  • but what she says, once again, he doesn’t expect,
  • “you’re on mine too.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! I was wondering if I can request RFA + V + Saeran and MC as childhood friends? Like reacting to finding out they used to be friends or something like that? Thx!

Cute idea! Here you go!


  • As a kid, Zen would run out to the playground when he was feeling down
  • He would stay hidden so he could cry without others seeing him
  • You found him one time and tried to cheer him up
  • He was so happy, and you immediately befriended him
  • You would meet there every day until your early teens
  • At that point, he ran away from home but you didn’t know
  • You weren’t the best looking person at the time, so other kids whispered that Zen ditched you because of your looks
  • Fast forward years later, and you recognize him in the chatroom
  • Well, it had to be him anyway…how many people had red eyes and white hair like that?
  • However…he didn’t recognize you but your name seemed familiar
  • Remembering how he left, you were still a little cold with him
  • It wasn’t until that conversation with Seven about having a childhood friend do you describe him and he figures it out
  • Zen calls you on the phone right away and you two talk it out
  • After the misunderstanding is cleared up, you two start becoming close again
  • Although…you two are becoming very friendly lately
  • Zen keeps commenting on your “glo up” and that’s why he didn’t recognize you at first
  • You keep his narcissism in check, but technically you always found him really attractive
  • He’s kind of scared to officially ask you out
  • Your friendship already went through one rocky time, and he was scared he would lose you again
  • He did finally confess and he was so glad you returned his feelings


  • You two met in first grade
  • You had the biggest crush on him
  • You used to bring extra crackers and juice boxes so you could talk to him
  • Everything was going great until you caught him giving them to Areum (his first love) later
  • You were heartbroken
  • You didn’t talk to him again….until second grade
  • Areum had transferred at this point and you and Yoosung became practically inseparable
  • He loved going to your house because his parents were super strict and yours seemed fun
  • His bangs were always long so you started giving him your pins to help
  • He really loved them, so you always ended up giving him a new one whenever he came over
  • It’s one of the reasons he wears one later in life too
  • Midway through high school, you two separate ways since he moved to attend a better high school
  • You both kept in touch for awhile, until he got more involved with Rika and dropped contact
  • Years later, you recognize each others’ names in the chatroom
  • That old childhood crush you had on him rekindled
  • Only this time, he returned it
  • You two are sickeningly sweet to each other and it’s almost like no time had past
  • Transitioning from friends to lovers was different, but sweet


  • You lived next to her as a kid
  • She always seemed really sad and would cry on her porch when her mom wasn’t home
  • You came up to her with your crayons and coloring book and just started drawing
  • You waited until she joined, and she opened up a little about her family and how her dad died
  • You made a point to see her every day and soon you became the best of friends
  • You two even had those friendship bracelets  
  • Some days, you would wait patiently at her stairs for her to come back from school
  • Then one day she never came
  • New people moved into the house next to you and you thought you would never see her again
  • When you saw her name in the chatroom, you were unsure if it was the same person, although you kind of hoped
  • She showed no indication of possibly knowing you–in fact it was the opposite
  • After awhile, you just couldn’t take it
  • You gave an address and asked if she once lived there
  • When she responded with a cautious “why?”, you tell her that you two might have been childhood friends and you still hadn’t forgotten her all these years
  • As a response, she sent a photo of the friendship bracelet you two had all those years ago
  • This is when her walls fall, and once again she’s opening up to you and shared about the years in between
  • This makes you all the more sympathetic to her situation
  • At first when you two meet, it’s a bit awkward
  • You both are somewhat changed and trying to get used to each other again
  • But after some time together, it’s just like the old days…you even manage to get Jaehee a little playful


  • V introduced you to him when you moved into the neighborhood
  • Jumin didn’t really like you at first, because it was usually just him and V
  • But you still tagged along with the two of them
  • Then one week, V went away on vacation leaving Jumin no choice but to play with you alone
  • You two got caught in the rain and were running home when you heard soft meowing
  • You both followed it and found a lost cat at the edge of an ally
  • Jumin scoops it up in his jacket and you two rush back to his house
  • Together you work on cleaning it up and take care of it for the next few days
  • With some help from grown ups, you find the owner together
  • He’s actually kind of sad, because he was enjoying sharing a cat with you–though he never would admit it
  • A few years later, his dad ends another relationship and moves away with Jumin
  • He doesn’t even get to give you his address so you two could write letters
  • You always kept an eye on him from time to time when he appeared in the news
  • When you first entered the chat, he didn’t even recognize you, but you knew him
  • When the topic of Elizabeth comes up, you casually remark, “Aww, Jumin, you’re still into cats, I see. Remember Pinkie?”
  • The memory hits him like a truck
  • He’s glad to find you haven’t changed much
  • Since his world starts flipping upside down again with the whole Glam Choi thing, your re-entrance into his life is a balm
  • Of course, you help him discover some new feelings as well…which he only just realizes he had back when you were kids as well
  • “I think I had a crush on you, MC, when we were kids.”
  • “You what?!”
  • You thought he hated you, so you found the fact funny
  • From that point on, he makes sure there’s never a misunderstanding where that’s concerned;);)


  • He wasn’t allowed to go to school really…besides the time he could sneak to church
  • But that didn’t mean he didn’t learn
  • On days his mother “let him out”, he would stop at the library to learn some things
  • You also visited the library often after school
  • It was pretty empty…and he had bright red hair
  • He was pretty hard to miss
  • You, being the curious child you were, sat next to him and asking him a hundred questions
  • “Why’s your hair red? What school do you go to? Where do you live? Are those glasses real?”
  • He goes along with most of your questions until nearly half an hour of interrogation
  • After a while, he gives up on “studying” and asks if you want to go to the park
  • Of course, you enthusiastically agree
  • After that day, he finds he can’t stop thinking about you….not in a romantic way, but because your personality is so bright
  • He continues to visit the library to see you, though he somehow manages to keep his family situation secret for so long
  • You still manage to grow close until he randomly disappears when you both are fifteen with no means to contact him
  • When you enter the chatroom, he looks familiar, but 707 was a lot louder than Saeyoung so you dismiss it
  • However, he recognizes you as soon as he sees the background check
  • He tries to hide it, but you ask subtle questions and put the pieces together
  • He tries to push you away until you call him by his real name
  • At that point, he realizes you’ve seen practically every part of him and finally breaks down his walls


  • You wandered off a lot as a kid
  • At one point, you wandered out to his house
  • He was at the window staring at the sky, since he rarely got to
  • You walk straight up to him and start talking
  • You were too young and innocent to know what was going on, but you knew his mom would pull him away and shoo you off
  • You felt really bad for him so you started leaving notes on his window sill
  • For a little while, he was even leaving notes back, although his handwriting was a bit rough for someone his age
  • But soon it all stopped and the windows were barred off
  • It was because his mom found out and started tying him down, but you didn’t know and were too scared to venture inside
  • You were sad, but you had to give up
  • Years later, when he sent you to the apartment, he didn’t know it was you
  • He didn’t find out until he was having a tantrum at the hospital during his recovery
  • It was something you said that triggered a memory from one of those letters
  • He had a sudden change because he spiraled into guilt for putting you through so much
  • But thankfully, you had pieced things together by that time and helped him through his process
  • He considered you a light in his life


  • You had just moved into the neighborhood and you lived close to his house
  • Your parents and his parents were okay friends, so they introduced you
  • You often went there to play around, and sometimes his friend Jumin would be there
  • He really liked painting with you and always complimented you on your scribbles
  • He started to grow a little crush on you as time went on
  • He tried to mimic things he saw in old films
  • So he would bring you dandelions he found lying around
  • Sometimes he would try holding the door open for you and offering to drive you around in his “car” which was just a cardboard box
  • Those feelings never went away as you grew a little older together
  • But then you moved away when your father changed jobs
  • He was very sad and heartbroken
  • It’s one of the reasons he didn’t really date anyone until Rika came along
  • When Seven told him your name had appeared in the chatroom, he remembered you right away
  • It takes you a little while to remember when he explains the story, since it’s been so many years
  • V logs into the chat a lot more, and you two are talking and sharing a lot–even outside of the chat
  • Old feelings are kind of rekindled on his part, and you’re slowly falling for him at this point too
  • But neither one of you are bold, so for a long time you stay in this awkward friendship phase
  • Jumin, knowing V’s feelings since childhood, gives him a huge nudge and you finally end up together

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‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. ‘We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.


'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’


Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why had he waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.


Care For You (6)

“Okay, two quick questions,” Steve began as he took a seat across from her in the library.

It’s been a month since the party and her officially becoming friends with Billy and it was a nice change in routine for the pair. She kept him in line and out of fights and she helped him with his school work when he was struggling or falling behind. He helped her relax when she was overwhelmed with her enhanced classes or her job. They went to the diner occasionally but more often than not, he took her on drives while they listened to music on full volume.

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