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The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: Will you please do part 3 of the reader and the writer

You’re writing is so amazing, it’s what keeps me alive 😂😍 so thank you for doing such an amazing job and I hope you’re having an amazing day 💜 And I was wondering if you consider writing a part 3 of The Reader and The Writer someday? Because I’d love to read more of it 🙈

Please please PLEASE do a Part 3 to the reader and the writer? It’s amazing x

Omg! Part 3 please gor he reader and the writer 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍



Part 3 of Reader and Writer?? Cause you are too good to us??? Like thank you??? 💞I swoon for your writing 💞


The Reader and the Writer (part 2) was amazing and so are all ouf your writings ! I can’t wait for a part 3 !

Will you do a part 3 of the reader and the writer??




Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!

Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”


“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.

For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

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Suga Daddy: Part 9

Suga Daddy: Part 9 (m)

Word count: 8.2k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, role-play (I’m sorry Yugyeom)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: It’s finally time for your showcase but Yoongi is nowhere to be found.

I know some of you have been reading this since the beginning and that’s crazy to me. Thank you so much for the constant support. I love you guys and Yoongi so yeah, onto the next chapter :) 

 Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.

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Days of the week: Friday (smut)

Words: 1476

Warning: Smut, couch sex.

A/N: For the anon who requested movie session with Jimin, I put it here ^^

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l Sunday - Jungkook l

  *Hey, Y/N. I would like to watch a movie with you. Do you wanna it? Huh… You will come anyway, right? But… Well, yeah. Movie. Huh…  Can you come at 8 p.m.? Can you?  ~Jimin~*

 Well, shit. That week was being tiringly as fuck. You had fucked every day. You had been fucked every day. Your body was completely wrecked. You had three days left. And three boys. Now he sent you that text. Just to have you more anxious than what you already were.  More expectative growing up. Fuck.

  You spent all your day sleeping, skipping one more day of class. My grades are gonna get lower than hell. But it was worth it. You could run to reclaim it later. But watch a movie? He didn’t want to have sex? I mean, not that you wouldn’t love to spend time watching a movie with Park Jimin, but… sex is sex. Or was he planning something else?

When the moment finally came, you did all those stuff again. Got dressed, make up, went to the hotel and got into the penthouse. You were still shy, of course, but were kinda used to them. And so did they.

  “Come in, Jagi” Jimin greeted you as he opened the door. His hair was falling on his forehead, his lips were pinkly inviting and you were going crazy just with the sight of him.

  You got in and looked around. Empty. Nobody. Were where the others?

“They are… out. Huh… food. We are alone” he murmured, his broken English making him even cuter.

“Oh, I see” you said. You both stayed there for a sec, staring each other.

“Well, huh. Let’s watch a movie?” he asked, his eyes shining.

“Sure. What are we watching?” you asked and he gave you three options of movie. ‘A walk to remember’, ‘13th Friday’ and ‘fifty shades darker’. He signaled you to choose, and you thought about the options. Maybe with fifty shades he would get horny. Or not.

 You did choose “a walk to remember” and he looked at you with surprise and smiled.

“Good.” He said and put the movie.

 You both sat on the couch and he pulled you to get closer, cuddling. You snuggled in his arms, he kissed your head and the movie started.

 A few minutes later you weren’t paying attention on the movie anymore, your mind was traveling among the things you wanted him to do. You wondered when he was going to kiss you, to hug you closer, to… everything. You felt your inside getting warm by the thoughts of him doing all those stuff to you, but didn’t move.

When the movie was in its half, you felt Jimin’s body getting restlessness. What? He started to hold you tightly, rubbing your arm softly, squeezing your thigh and stuff. Your body was shivering under his ghost-touch.

   “Are you ok, Jimin?” you asked innocently. He looked down at you, your head resting on his shoulder.

 “Honestly, I am bored” he said simply. He kept staring at you and your cheeks got red. You looked back and he did hold your face with one of his hands. “Don’t you wanna do something more… interesting?” he said, brushing his lips against yours slightly.

 “I-I, I think I do” you answered and he kissed you immediately. You closed your eyes, moving your lips against his as you both tried to find a pace. His kiss was the sweetest till that moment, the most passionate, less aggressive. And you loved it. His tongue caressed yours carefully, as if he was afraid to hurt you or something. You hugged him by his neck, getting up so straddle his legs. You were now sat on his lap, both your sensitive parts touching each other. His hands traveled down from your head to your butt, caressing your back all the way down, sending you shiver. He started kissing your neck while his hands were holding your ass, massaging at it as his lips worked on your soft skin of your neck. Even his sucking was soft.

  The kiss was getting hard to control because you both were still on the couch, but you didn’t care. You started to take off his shirt, but he stopped you and pulled away from your neck.

 “What? Did I do something wrong?” you asked worried. Why did he stop you and pulled away?

 “No, it’s just… you have heard the rumors, right? That I am worried about my… weight.  I prefer not to take off my shirt.” He said, not looking at you.

That wrecked you. How could he think that he was anything less than perfect? And how could some people talk so much shit to make him think he is not perfect?

 “Oh my God, you kidding me Chim Chim? You are wonderful. Your body is perfect. You are hot” you said, kissing his lips, “beautiful” you said traveling down to his neck and sucking at it, “and kind and cute” you said, taking off his shirt slowly. “Don’t you dare to let anyone talk shit. You are perfect” you kissed him, but this time in the most passionate way you could.

  You took off his shirt, stopping everything for a sec to take a look at his body.

 “See? You are wonderful” you said and before you could so or say something, he moved and now you were laid on the couch with him between your legs.

 “I want to see your wonder” he said and kissed your neck, pulling your shirt up and taking it off. He wasted no time in taking off your bra, exposing your boobs. His eyes widened at the view of your bare chest and started sucking your nipple, your hands pulling his hair.

 “Jimin…” you whimpered.

 “Yes, Jagi?” he whispered against your boobs

 “Take off my clothes already” you said. You felt his smile as he traveled down. His hands, slowly, started to pull down your skirt and underwear, his eyes not leaving yours and you blushed under his intense gaze, but you didn’t look way. . You were now totally exposed. He immediately put his mouth on your pussy, watering it, sucking at your clit. But he didn’t keep sucking you; instead, he kissed you, making you taste yourself. His fingers were playing with your entrance, teasing you. You needed to feel him. You palmed him through his pants in answer, and he groaned.

He pulled away, but only long enough to take off his clothes, showing you his gorgeous dick. Shit. He pulled himself over you. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them inside, making you let out several groans and moans, your head falling back. He took off his fingers and placed his tip on your entrance, pushing in. You thought he would let you adjust, but he didn’t, thrusting in and out roughly. Shit, how did he change from cute to rough so fast?

You would never get enough of how amazing he looked when pleasure overrode his face. Then, he stopped moving. You whimpered.

 “Don’t worry. Ride me” he said, laying back and spreading his legs. Shit, he looked so confident now and that was sexy as fuck. You went over him, lowering yourself onto his hardened dick. His hands landed on your hips, holding you tightly as you started to fasten your movements. You were moving up and down roughly, your skin hitting against his, and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You started moaning, and remembered of his promise of the day before:  “I hope you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming for me even louder tomorrow”. OH.

  His hands found your breasts, squeezing it hotly, sending a lot of pleasure down to your pussy. You were about to reach your edge when he stopped you from moving.

 “I want to fuck you from behind” he said. He didn’t have to say anything else. You got on all fours, exposing your butt for him and he wasted no time to push in. His pace was already rough and fast, making you scream his name while he was leaning in to lick your earlobe while thrusting. He thrusted deeper into you, and before you knew, you were cumming around him. A few thrusts later he came right after you, let himself go inside you, the sensation making you close your eyes in pleasure.

  He pulled out of you and stood up.

 “You want something? Water…” he said, Shy-Jimin appearing again. You just nodded, shy as well. You stayed there, sat, and suddenly, the front door opened. Before you could hide, Taehyung and Jungkook appeared, and you covered yourself as best as you could.

  “Oh look. Are you already ready for me?” Taehyung said, walking towards you and your naked body.

sans-life  asked:

headcanon of how the losers club find out eddie and richie are dating? and their reactions?

Okay so all of the losers find out about Eddie and Richie at different times. Eddie and Richie started dating mid-way through there sophomore year and decided to keep it secret because they didn’t want to deal with all the teasing they would get from there friends. 

The first to find out was Bev who was hanging out with Eddie one day in his room and when he left to go grab them some snacks she ended up finding a love letter that Richie had written to Eddie (Bev always snoops through the boys stuff because she has to “Make sure her boys aren’t hiding anything from her”) she honestly wasn’t that surprised but still decided not say anything until they decided they were ready to tell everyone.

The next to find out was Ben. The three of them were doing a History project together (everyone in class wanted Ben in there group because everyone knows how good at history he is but as Richie so beautifully put it “Best friends only bitches” and it ended up only being the three of them even though they could have five in a group) They were working in Ben’s room, well Ben was working, Eddie was trying to help, and Richie was mostly making jokes about Eddie’s mom and talking about how boring the whole project was, when after a few hours of working they ran out of glue and Ben drew the short straw so he had to run down to the store to get some more. When he got back he found Eddie straddling Richie’s waist and what looked to be two of his best friends in the middle of a very hot make out session. Ben took a few steps away from his bedroom door and yelled “Guys I’m back” the two boys ripped apart oblivious that there friend had just caught them and Ben inwardly chuckled at how disheveled and flustered his friends looked but didn’t say a word about what he had seen.

The third to find out was Mike. Mike and Eddie were hanging out at the arcade waiting for Richie to show up. They waited for thirty minuets and both knew that they would probably be waiting for another thirty more because Richie was never on time for anything in his whole life. Mike and Eddie were having a good time anyway they played a couple rounds of ski-ball then they decided to get some drinks. Mike started joking around saying something about how if Richie put half the time into getting to where he’s supposed to be as he did in making jokes about his dick that maybe he’d be here by now. Eddie chuckled at this and playfully said “Hey don’t talk about my boyfriend like that” Eddie’s smile quickly faded and Mike turned to look at him “Uh I-I mean my friend, don’t talk about my friend like that” Eddie said suddenly developing a stutter almost like Bill’s. “Yeah I know what ya meant Eds” Mike said to his smaller friend while trying to hide the smile on his face, and he did know what he meant. Mike had had his suspicions about Eddie and Richie for while and if Eddie’s quick reaction to accidentally calling Richie his boyfriend didn’t prove his suspicions then the extra long smile the two gave each other when Richie finally showed up definitely was.

The next to find out was Bill. He and Bev were studying with Eddie and Richie at his house when Eddie suddenly stood up and announced that it was getting late and he should be getting home. “B-b-but it’only s s-six” Bill said looking at his watch he knew that Eddie didn’t have to be home till 7:30. “yeah but you know how my mom gets so I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Eddie said and then glanced at Richie for longer then necessary. “ Yeah I should probably get going to” Richie said following the shorter boy to the door. “Come on Ed’s i’ll walk ya home” Richie said while giving Eddie a wink that he didn’t think his other friend’s would notice but Bill did. “D-did you see that” Bill said to Bev when Eddie and Richie closed the door. “See what” Beverly said looking up from her Algebra book for the first time. “That w-wink” “The w-wink that R-richie gave Eddie when he said he’d walk him h=home” Bill said to Ben. “Oh that yeah I uh I have no idea” Bev said without looking Bill in the eye. “Bev what do you know” “nothing” Beverly said quickly “Bev” Bill said sternly “I’m serious I know nothing about Eddie and Richie’s secret relationship that they are rudely keeping from the rest of the us” “What!!?” Bill shouted to his female friend. Bev went on to tell him that he couldn’t tell anyone and to not mention it to Eddie or Richie until they were ready to tell them themselves. After the shock of what he had found out had settled in Bill realized just how much sense the two made together and was happy that two of his best friends had found each other.

The last of the group to find out was Stan. He and the rest of the losers were at the movies was sitting in between Bill and Richie with Eddie sitting beside Richie on the very end. about halfway through the movie Stan looked over and saw Eddie and Richie holding hands. Stan looked over at his other friends to see if they were seeing what he was but all of there eyes were focused on the screen. “Y-y-you alright Ss-tan” Bill asked looking at his curly headed friend. “ Yeah I’m fine just kinda confused” he said glancing at his friends hands again. “Oh w-well I can f-fill ya in” Bill then spent the next five minutes stuttering in Stan’s ear about the movie that he really wasn’t confused about at all. Stan thought to himself how blatantly obvious it was that his two friends were secretly dating and inwardly laughed at himself for taking so long to figure it out.

A few weeks later Eddie and Richie finally decided to to tell there friends about there relationship. The losers tried to look shocked but all ended up failing miserably.


Captain Swan AU Week  » Day 7 » Free Choice » Celebrity AU »Love is Worth It

When Killian Jones, a famous actor, comes to Storybrooke to do research for his next role, Emma is the one stuck with the babysitting duty. During their time spent together, the two of them form a bond and eventually start a relationship. Despite spending long periods of time apart they make it work.

Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.

At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  

“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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The Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw - Everyone the One Direction boys have collaborated with on their solo material so far - BBC Radio 1
As rumours swirl about Louis working with Bebe Rexha, we look at the boys' other collabs

Exciting news for One Direction fans: it looks like there’s more solo material on the way from both Zayn and Louis. While Zayn’s collab with PARTYNEXTDOOR is confirmed and dropping “soon”, the Louis rumours all stem from one excitable Bebe Rexha.

“[I just finished a new song] with somebody really big from a boyband,” Bebe told CBS Radio’s Culinary Kitchen. “It’s a really massive record. We just finished it and it’s about to come out in a month or so and it’s amazing. It’s probably one of my favourite songs I’ve ever been a part of in my whole career.”

Hmm. We know what you’re thinking: there are many, many boyband stars Bebe could have worked with. But, when you consider Louis recently followed her on Twitter, and she followed him on Instagram… Yes. All fingers point to a Louis Tomlinson and Bebe Rexha collaboration (we hope).

While we await further news from Team Tomlinson, check out everyone the 1D lads have worked with on their solo material (so far).

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spent a lifetime looking for you

The first time Derek sees him, it’s only about a two-second interaction. Derek’s waiting for the bartender to make his rum and coke, idly scanning the crowd to see if Ransom and Holster have made it here yet. He can see someone approaching him out of the corner of his eye, and then there’s a cute redhead standing next to him. Nursey turns to smile at him.

“Hey,” the guy grins, smile wide and easy. Fuck, he’s cute. “Are you here with anyone?”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for them, now, actually - “ Derek blurts out, like a moron.

“Oh, shit, um, sorry,” the guy stammers, and then he’s hurriedly walking away and Derek wants to catch him to tell him he misunderstood, but the bartender is finally sliding his drink across the bar and Ransom and Holster are suddenly on either side of him and he has to fumble for his wallet while Ransom and Holster jostle and chirp him for his outfit choice.

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My Light - A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: Woohoo, it’s time for another episode of ‘I am insecure and need to be comforted by fictional characters!” Please be careful reading if you are triggered by self-hatred, etc. 

Taking a shaky breath, (Y/N) gathered a handful of Floo powder from the bowl sitting beside the fireplace. “Number 12 Grimmauld Place,” she stated clearly as she thrust the powder into the grime. 

Green smoke enveloped her as she whizzed past dozens of fireplace exits. After a moment of dizzying travel, the network spit her out in a pitch black hearth, dust spilling into the open space in front of her. 

“(Y/N)!” came the chipper voice of her boyfriend! “You’re here!” he cheered as he scooped the startled girl into his arms and spun her around. 

“Hi,”she laughed as he finally set her back on ground. “It’s good to see you too!”

“Good? Try bloody brilliant!” Sirius cupped her cheeks, his thumb stroking her slight blush. “I missed you,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. 

“I missed you too,” she smiled back, her lips finally connecting to his. 

“Absolutely nauseating,” observed the younger Black brother from the doorway. 

“Shove off, Reg,” Sirius growled without fully removing his lips from hers. 

(Y/N) pushed Sirius back as she flashed Regulus an apologetic smile, “Hey, Regulus. Good to see you.”

Regulus’ lips quirked into as close to a smile as he ever came, “(Y/N). Always a pleasure.” 

Try as he might to be against everything Sirius stood for, he had a hard time disliking (Y/N). She was good for Sirius. Anyone could see it, including Regulus. Well, anyone except Orion and Walburga Black. 

When Bellatrix had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that Sirius Black was fraternizing with a non-approved suitor, Orion and Walburga were less than pleased. Once they realized it was getting serious, they banned the budding relationship. Not that Sirius cared. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with (Y/N). And then he found it harder and harder to be away from her. Even on winter holiday. 

So, when the heads of the house were invited to spend the weekend with family for a typical “Black” family soiree, Sirius took advantage of the opportunity. He immediately sent an owl to (Y/N) asking her to spend a couple days at the Black residence. (Y/N), though nervous, agreed after much internal debate. 

“Come on,” Sirius took her smaller hand in his, “let’s go put your things up in my room.”

“Your timing was perfect,” Sirius rambled as he led her up the stairs. “My parents left about a half-hour before you arrived.”

Reaching the top floor, Sirius led her down the dark hall and to a door labelled ‘Sirius.’ Opening the door, he dramatically bowed, allowing her to enter first. 

Taking a few small steps into the large room, (Y/N) took in her new surroundings. A large bed adorned by an elaborately carved headboard and a crimson bed spread sat in the middle of the room. There was a tall window draped in long velvet curtains which which were positioned to let in a subtle rays of light. A candle chandelier hung from the ceiling. A bookcase littered with books from every era and genre sat in the corner. 

Though much of the room was clearly designed by his mother, Sirius had clearly gone to great lengths to personalize his chamber and distance himself from the Black aesthetic. Gryffindor banners covered the walls and he had pasted muggle photographs of motorbikes and girls in bikinis on every open surface. Though she tried not to let her eyes linger, it was difficult to stop staring at the flawless models. 

She feigned a smile, “I’m sure your parents are thrilled with your decorative decisions.”

Sirius snorted, “Yeah, my mother is especially fond of the permanent sticking charms.”

(Y/N)’s tingling laugh danced through the air. Though she would spend agonizing hours, weeks, months even, worrying about those photos, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s humor and persistent efforts to irritate his parents. 


The evening was spent playing round after round of exploding snap, a drawn out game of chess, and Sirius’ old vinyl records. (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of it. Well, every minute that she wasn’t annoyingly obsessing over those muggle girls in their teensy bikinis beckoning at Sirius with their flirtatious glances. 

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked as Sirius lounged on the couch. 

“Not at all,” Sirius replied, “I’ll come up as well.”

Once they reached Sirius chamber, (Y/N) grabbed her bag and headed toward the bathroom tucked just down the hall from Sirius’ room. 

Twisting the handle, (Y/N) watched as water flowed downward from the shower head. As she waited for the water to warm, she began to undress. 

Free from the confines of her disguise, she glared at her reflection in the mirror. All she could see was a blob. A disaster of a human. 


How could anyone love such a creature. 

The models on Sirius’ walls flashed through (Y/N)’s head. They laughed and mocked. They questioned why a boy as handsome and smart as Sirius would ever want a girl like her. 

Forcing herself away from the mirror, she quickly showered and changed into her pajamas. A baggy t-shirt and an old pair of athletic shorts. 

Making her way back to Sirius was a challenge. She debated leaving right then. How easy it would be to make a run for the fireplace without looking back. She could escape to the safety of her own home. A place of solitude and familiarity. A place where no one could see her deepest insecurities. 

But she couldn’t do that to Sirius. He had seemed so happy to see her when she’d arrived. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she upset him. So, with a deep breath, she reentered Sirius’ room. 

Sirius smiled up at her from his bed where he was flipping through an old quidditch magazine. He too had changed clothes. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. 

(Y/N)’s heart began beating incredibly fast. 

“Ready for bed, then?” Sirius asked. 

(Y/N) nodded as she claimed the vacant side of the mattress. 

Sirius lifted his wand, lazily dimming the lights. 

Shifting closer to the center of the bed, Sirius cocked his head at (Y/N), waiting to see how she would respond. 

As discretely as she could, she slid herself away from him so that she lay almost on the edge of the bed. Though she would have loved to doze in Sirius’ strong arms, she suddenly feared his touch. She feared that he would realize how obviously her form differed from the giggling models on the walls. 

“Have I done something to upset you?” Sirius asked after a moment. 

“What?” (Y/N) replied incredulously. “Of course you haven’t.”

“You sure?” Sirius probed. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here and now it’s like you’re afraid I’ve got dragon pox.”

“I’m fine, Sirius,” she assured though she seemed to be having trouble meeting his eyes. 

“Come here, then,” Sirius suggested, opening his arms. 

Hesitantly, (Y/N) inched her way toward him, finding comfort in the familiarity of his warmth. 

“Not so bad, it is?” Sirius joked as he held her tight, pressing a quick kiss to her hairline. 

She didn’t respond, only stared straight ahead. 

“Do you want to go home?” Sirius questioned nervously. “Because you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) lifted her head so she could glance up at him, “No, I don’t want to go home. I’m happy being here with you.”

Sirius gave a small smile, “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

She nodded, but her eyes dropped to the duvet cover she was fiddling with. 

“Then, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he encouraged gently. 

Fidgeting slightly, (Y/N) took comfort in the slight squeeze Sirius gave her. “I’m not like them, Sirius,” she stated simply. 

“Not like who?” he frowned. 

“The girls on your wall,” she explained. “I’m not thin. Or glamorous. I don’t look beautiful in a swimsuit. There are lumps and bumps all over my body. And as much as I try, I’ll never be comfortable with the way I am. I mean, boys have never even given me a second look but you - well, you tell me I’m pretty. And you’re sweet to me. It just doesn’t make sense.”

(Y/N) froze, shocked that she had said all of that out loud. 

“I guess I just don’t understand why someone like you would want someone like me,” she finished lamely, quite embarrassed by her outburst. 

Sirius gazed down at her intently as she rambled, his eyes filled with worry. Sure, the magazines wouldn’t identify (Y/N) as an ideal specimen, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t absolutely perfect. Hell, in Sirius’ mind she was too good for him. 

Sirius pushed her up and off of him. 

(Y/N) was pretty sure this was the end. She had ruined the best part of her life by pointing out how much better Sirius could do. 

“Sirius, I - ”

“Shh,” he hushed her gently as he grabbed something from his nightstand. Once he was finished, he repositioned himself on the bed, sitting in front of her, legs crisscrossed. “You want to know what my most prized possession is?” Sirius asked.

(Y/N) shrugged, still too scared to meet his eyes. 

Holding out a picture frame, he nodded at her to take it. She turned it around and was shocked to see the photograph it kept safe. 

It was a candid taken a few months ago. Sirius had his arm slung around (Y/N) whose face was alight with laughter. Sirius watched her with nothing but adoration, a grin plastered to his lips. As the memory came to its end and (Y/N)’s giddiness was reduced to a simple smile, Sirius lovingly placed a kiss to her temple. And then the loop restarted. 

“That’s why i don’t give a damn about the posters on the walls,” Sirius stated quietly. “They don’t make me feel the way you do. My heart doesn’t leap when I see their smiles. But, when you smile, it’s like I’ve never been more alive. And your laugh. Merlin, I could listen to you laugh for the rest of my life. And honestly, I’ve never wanted anything more than that. Just to be with you and maybe be the cause of some of your happiness.”

He took the picture from your hands and carefully placed it back on his nightstand. He took her smaller hands in his and continued, “Love, you are everything that’s good in the world. You may not realize it, but you are my light.”

He squeezed her hands, “Don’t let yourself dim just because you think that I could do better, because trust me, (Y/N), you are the only one I have ever even considered. I love you and I always will. No one can take that away from you, I promise.”

(Y/N)’s mouth gaped like a fish. Nothing had ever been so heartfelt and her own heart felt incredibly full now that Sirius had reassured her. 

Instead of answering, she simply threw her arms around Sirius and buried her face in his chest. 

He rubbed her back and continued to whisper “I love you’s” until she finally resurfaced. 

“Better?” he asked. 

“Better,” she replied as the two returned to their prior cuddly position. “Hey, Sirius?”


“I love you too,” she yawned as his chest rumbled with a chuckle. 


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requested by michaelsmoustache: could you plz do one that’s totally platonic, like best friends since day one, share everything and it could just be cute best friend shit cause i honestly need that rn. thank you, have a good day i love yoi

word count: 1099

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: fluffy as hell, y’all 

a/n: okay so it’s not totally platonic, but its still focused on being bffs with peter which is amazing in itself. i’m sorry it took so long, love!! but i love yoi too. and thank you for being so patient with me!! enjoy, darlingssss

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“I can’t believe you like Star Trek over Star Wars,” you laughed, playfully shoving your best friend with your shoulder as the two of you walked home from school.

“I like the science!”

“Half of it’s fictional science,” you shot back. “At least I know Star Wars isn’t real.”

Peter Parker sputtered in frustration, his cheeks growing an adorable red. “You and Ned both love to gang up on me about liking Star Trek–it’s what I like!”

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Long Distance (Chapter Five)

I love this chapter! Our boys are the cutest! Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!


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{Group Text}

From Steve– good morning honey. My last class gets out at 345 today, and Bucky has to be at practice at 5, so we will have about 45 minutes free when we can all talk. Does that work?

From Tony–sounds perfect. Are we just group texting now?

From Bucky–yep. I’m tired of being  left out of your conversations. I need to be included in everything from now on.

From Tony– is Bucky the needy one? I am usually the needy one in a relationship, this will be new for me.

From Bucky–aw you can be needy all you want, sweet thing. We will take care of you

From Steve– yes, Bucky is definitely the needy one.

From Bucky– I feel like that’s enough from the blonde. Don’t you have a class on play-doh to teach

From Tony– daaaaaaamn. Bucky with the snark.

From Steve– I do have a class, we both have full days. Can’t wait to talk this afternoon, honey.

From Bucky– yeah really. So excited to see you Tony

From Tony– have a good day, guys.

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|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

warnings: none

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Sardonic Humour

Request: Could you do a jughead x reader fic where they’re best friends, and basically the same people, always roasting everyone in their friend group. (Betty, Archie, etc) jughead is always comforting the reader and when Veronica comes to school, she thinks they’re dating cause they way they treat each other. Then they start cuddling and lots of fluff

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you for the request, this was a super cute idea! I really enjoyed writing this! Remember, requests have recently been closed!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

“You’re really telling me they aren’t dating?” Veronica asked, her voice hushed but surprised as her eyes focused on the pair in front of her. Betty laughed, amused by her new friends surprise.

“Yup.” She smiled, also looking over at the pair. Archie blinked, confused of what they were talking about, and snapping out of his musings, he turned around staring in the same direction as the ladies before him. Smiling knowingly when he saw who the two were looking at.

“Jughead and Y/N?” Archie grinned, turning back to Betty and Veronica. 

“Yeah, but she’d totally right. They’re like endgame.” Kevin agreed.

Veronica laughed at Kevin, before letting her head rest in her palm. “How long have they been friends?”

“For as long as we can remember. Even before Archie and I were friends. Even before Archie and Jughead were friends.” Betty explained, turning back around so she didn’t get caught staring at two of her best friends.

“I think we should set them up!” Veronica proposed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Betty smiled, suddenly excited by the idea and Kevin immediately agreed. All three of them turned towards Archie, expectedly as they waited for his answer. He remained silent.

“I don’t want to meddle in their affairs….” He mumbled. 

“Oh Archiekins, we will be helping them! Has Jughead ever said anything about liking Y/N?”

“Not exactly, but he does always talk about her.” Archie thought back, nodding faintly.

“And Y/N is always gushing about ‘Juggie’.” Betty threw in.

“Then it’s settled. We will make a plan and set them together.”

You could feel eyes on you the minute you walked into Pop’s diner. Though you brushed it aside and the deep feeling that something was going to happen, bad or good, and walked over to her regular table with Jughead. Jughead immediately closed his laptop upon seeing you and smiled up at you.

You waved in greeting, sliding in the seat beside him as you huddled next to him. You noticed he already had your favourite drink, a strawberry smoothie ordered and in front of you, you smiled. “You didn’t have to Juggie.” You bumped his shoulder, already knowing about his living conditions and how money was sparse with him.

Jughead often spent nights at your house. Your mom was never home and you didn’t have a dad, so often you were by yourself. Jughead stayed to keep you company and you didn’t have to worry about whether he was safe or not.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. He let a small smile slip and letting your eyes wander, you saw your best friends and the new girl setting in a booth a few seats away from you.

“Happy good times are here as well.” You laughed, teasing your group of friends secretly. Jughead leaned over, catching sight of them as well, seeing them staring at you and you rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Hey, Juggie?” 


“When are we gonna tell them about use dating?” You asked, staring up at Jughead. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t know. Why?” He asked.

“I just feel like their up to something.” You shrugged, little did you know how right you were.

All week was awkward. Well just strange. Your friends had spent the entire week trying to throw you and Jughead together in awkward, intimate moments. You’d known you were right last weekend when you though they were up to something, only you didn’t think they’d go to such depths to try and put you together.

You and Jughead had chosen to keep your relationship a secret seeing as you both were quite introverted. But, you’d always wanted to tell them, just the two of you never really got around to it. But now, you and Jughead had both agreed that this whole trying to set you up thing was becoming tiresome.

So, one night at Pop’s before they all could run off you and Jughead had cornered them, demanding answers. “So, besties, what’s happening?” You asked, a wide grin on your face as you sat next to Jughead. You were practically on his lip, his arm arounds your waist and him leaning behind you.

Archie, Betty and Veronica sat squished in front of you, grins on their faces at your guys positions but a guilt look plastered on their faces. “We don’t know what you mean.” Betty shrugged, trying to play it off cool.

Veronica shrugged as well. You laughed. “Okay, ninjas we know you’re up to something. What are you trying to do?” Jughead asked, a bored look on his face. You elbowed him, telling him to take more fun of the situation.

“They wanted to!” Archie suddenly said, Veronica and Betty looked over and glared at him before V sighed.

“Listen, we just thought you two would make a cute couple so we’ve been trying to set you two up. We, I, don’t know why you aren’t together already, but whatever.” Veronica explained.

You suddenly started laughing, and Jughead rolled his eyes, leaning up to rest his head on your shoulder. “That’s sweet guys,” you smiled sincerely. “but….” You started, turning to Jughead who looked back.

“We’re already together.” Jughead finished for you, and you smiled. Looking back at your friends, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at their blank faces.

“What!” Betty shrieked, staring confused. Archie had his mouth open and Veronica just smirked, “how long?”

“A year?” You guessed, it was approximately around there.


“And you never told us?” Archie asked, finally closing his mouth.

“We just never really thought it was that important.” Jughead shrugged, taking a bite out of his burger. The three in front of you shared at look at each other as you two fell into your own conversation, smiling at each other. 

Even though you hadn’t told them, they couldn’t help but smile in amusement. You and Jughead were just two cute for your own good.

Every person in my life who ever spent time (several hours a week, even) on calling me useless and worthless. *Me*”Well, yeah. But you’re  STILL spending time on doing this. I mean, couldn’t you be doing other things with your time?  Adopt a penguin or panda, maybe? I think some orphans in Africa need help. Who is *actually* fucking worthless here?”

When the ex-boyfriend slapped me hard in the face after I said that and then threatened to rape me:

*me, after I had spent a minute recovering*

“So, not cool with helping penguins,then?”

The Boy Next Door (15)

Summary: You didn’t used to hate the boy next door.

Word Count: 966

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and surprised

A/N: well look at that

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Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Genre: angst

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You broke up with him first because of something you heard. Now that you’re broken up, you can’t stand the thought of him moving on.

It all started with a rumor…

“Y/N, I saw Jaehyun yesterday…”

Quickly, you swallowed before saying, “What?”

Your friend nodded. “I saw Jaehyun with another girl…”

You repeated, “What?”

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Could Get Used to That

Description: a very fluffy, very smutty, Sebastian fic 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. (rough, slight hair pulling kink, i had to close my eyes and compose myself a few times), and lots of fluff too :)

A/n: Okay, so this is so different from what I normally write because Sebastian is not on Supernatural, plus this is an actor fic rather than my normal character fics (also I am so far up Sebastian Stan’s ass i couldn’t help myself in writing this) so I hope y’all like it. Don’t be too mean ;)

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Seb! Are you in here?” You called out into the apartment.

“Yeah, Y/N, just give me a minute!” He shouted back from his bedroom. You walked into the place, taking a seat on the couch. Sebastian’s apartment had become a second home to you in the past few months. Your friendship with him grew ever-stronger, and you probably spent more time with him than alone.

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Missing Parts - 11.

Part 12
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by threebroomsticks

„Dragons? Are you kidding me, right?” – you almost yelled, eyes widened open as you sat on a bench with Cedric in the courtyard, discussing the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament.

He frowned at your surprise. „I thought you already knew it. Harry told me.”

„I haven’t met him today yet.” – you lied, but in fact, you had. The truth was you barely spoke with him, not because you were in bad terms, it was just eaiser to forget if you haven’t spent too much time with him. Firstly, seeing as he didn’t really care about that you’re avoiding him hurt a little, but at least it helped to move on. „This is insane.” – you continued. – „How should you battle with a dragon? That’s impossible.”

„Thank you for encouraging me.” – he smiled, reminding you what you just said.

„Oh, Godric, I didn’t mean that.” – you said desperately, placing a hand on his shoulder. – „I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Kissing him on his cheek, you rested your head against his shoulder. A group of Ravenclaw girls threw jealous glances at you as they just came outside, but you already stated to get used to it. You just rolled your eyes when Cho waved to Cedric who waved back. Even if you knew they’re good friends, you still couldn’t like the girl.

The day of the First task came, and you were tired as you couldn’t sleep much last night from being so nervous about Cedric and Harry at the same time. Fortunately, both of them managed to get their golden eggs from the dragon, mostly unharmed.

You spent the afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, which was louder than ever as everybody cheered and celebrated Harry. That was definitely the biggest party you’ve ever been since you came into Hogwarts. After three hours of constant chanting, singing, and dancing you were ready to left as you set a meeting with Cedric earlier. Before you did so, you went to find Harry in the crowd; so many people wanted to speak with him you haven’t got a chance yet. „That trick with the broomstick was awesome, really.” – you said in awe after gave him a quick hug, but he wasn’t amazed at all.

„Yeah, well, if you had helped me too, you wouldn’t be so surprised now.”

Taken aback, you said in a low voice. „Excuse me?”

„Nothing.” – he answered shortly, standing up to leave but you stepped in front of him.

„What is your problem?”

A big sigh left his mouth before he started. „It’s just, you know, Hermione spent all of her free time this week to help me to prepare for the task, and you were nowhere.”

„I didn’t know about it! Why didn’t you tell me?” – your voice became louder with every sentence, but it was desperate. Heads started to turning to your direction.

„Why, oh yes, because you were too busy to avoiding me.” – he snapped, and you opened your mouth to say something, but he already disappeared in the crowd.

Seeing as people still staring, you left the common room quickly, running down to the entrance hall where you meet with Cedric. Your vision was blurry as you tried to choke back your tears, but in the moment when you were close enough to Cedric, you fell into his arms, letting out every teardrop that you were holding back.

„Hey.” – he started slowly, whispering into your ear. „What is it, what’s wrong?” Face buried into his chest and arms clutching around him tightly as you were still sobbing quietly, he was rubbing circles on your back, giving you some time before he asked again. „Talk to me, please.”

As you finally pulled back, looking everywhere but in his eyes, he took your hand and walk with you to an empty classroom where you sat down, Cedric close to you, holding your face in both of his hands so you couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore. „What is it?”

„Harry.” – you mumbled, unable to explain more.

He frowned, eyes darkened as his hands fell off to his lap from your face slowly. „What happened?”

„Nothing… I don’t know.” – tears started to falling down on your cheeks again. „He’s just such an asshole to me lately.”

In the first time since you knew him, you saw as anger was coming into his eyes. „Do you want me to talk to him?”

You chuckled weakly. „No. I can protect myself if it’s necessary.”

„I know you can.” – he smiled finally, wrapping his hands around you and pulling you closer; his face pressed to your forehead.

It took an another five minutes when you finally stopped sobbing. „I’m sorry.”

„What on earth for?” – he pulled back so he could look into your eyes.

„I don’t know, I just never cry in front of people.” – Even if it sounds stupid, you had to say it, because it was true, and being as one your weakness, you never knew how should you feel about it.

Cedric just smiled. „You can trust me, you know that, do you?”

You nodded quickly, trying to switch the topic as it was enough emotional wreck for today. „You were really good today.” – you said, even if you already told that at least three times to him, right after the task.

„Thank you Y/N.  Again.” – you closed your eyes as you chuckled, but when opened them again you saw as he leaned closer. „Can I kiss you?”

Already feeling his hot breath on your lips, you didn’t respond with him words, but closed the tiny gap between you.

Next morning at breakfast you were sitting in front of Ron and Harry, slowly eating your cereal while you were lost in your thoughts about the kiss between you and Cedric last night. Kissess, more precisely, as you were spent hours with each other right after the first. Only Hermione’s angry voice woke you up, as she constantly scolded Rita Skeeter and her article. „Oh, calm down, will you?” – you groaned, putting down your spoon. – „Why do you even care about it, we know it’s a lie.”

„She wrote about you too.”

You snatched the Daily Prophet from her hand so suddenly it’s almost ripped apart. „It seems as Miss Granger’s best friend, Y/N Black (who happened to be the escaped murderer, Sirius Black’s daugther) also only shows interest about Triwizard Champions. According to our unknown sources, Miss Black spent most of her night with Cedric Diggory in a private place after the First Task, where the young girl gladly and succesfully seduced the Hogwarts champion with her kisses.”

When you finished reading out loud, you fastly and angrily crumpled the paper in your hands, tossing it over as far as you could. „Hey!” – you heard a boy’s voice somewhere from the Ravenclaw table.

„I will kill her.”

„Wait!” – Hermione said, gripping you arm as you tried to stand up. – „You didn’t even care about how she knew about it? I mean, she couldn’t be possibly there, could she?”

With furrowed eyebrows, you slowly sat back down, still fuming though.

„You – you really kissed him?” – Harry asked, Ron continued.

„What private place?”

You turned your heads at them, throwing knives with your eyes. „None of your business.”

Ron was confused and surprised, but you couldn’t read anything from Harry’s face; it was almost completely blank. Before you could’ve think too much, Cedric appeared at your table.

„Here to visit your evil seducer?” – you asked, standing up to give him a kiss.

He shook his head, thinking about Ritka Skeeter’s writing. „Actually, I want to speak with Harry. In private.”

„Okay?” – Harry said with a puzzled face as all of you were in a little shock. As you finished your breakfast anyway, you left the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron, leaving the two boys alone.

Trying to not to think about what they may discuss, you turned to Hermione as you were sitting on a couch in the common room. „Are you excited about the Yule Ball?”

Hermione smiled, shaking her head as she opened a book. „Not really. To be honest, I don’t think anybody will ask me.”

„Don’t say that!” – you said almost angrily. – „If I were a boy, I’ve already asked you. Or you know what, maybe I’ll do it anyway.”

She laughed. „I’m sure Cedric will ask you soon.”

Before you could respond, Fred and George appeared from nowhere.

„I hoped it’s just a gossip.” – George said, sitting down next to you, while Fred leaned above you behind the couch.

„Maybe you should choose somebody from our team.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. „Not everything is about Quidditch, you know.”

„Be glad Wood is not here anymore to hear that.”

„All we saying is,” – Fred continued, sitting down next to you too – „you could find someone better easily enough. What about our seeker?”

„Since you’re with Mr. Diggory you haven’t spent time with us at all, you know.” – after George’s words, you looked at Hermione who clearly avoided your gaze, burying her face into her book.

„Look…” – you started, standing up so you could face the twins at the same time. – „I appreciate your… worry, but I can decie who is good enough for me, thank you.” – you concluded, turning around and heading to the other way when you saw Harry came back.

After a moment hesitation, you quickly went to him, stopping far away enough from the others so they couldn’t hear you. „So, uh, what did he want?”

For a split second, you were sure his answer will be something like „It’s none of your business.”, but then he started in a low voice. „He told me about last night. That you were crying because of me.”

You growled, tilting your head back. „I told him there’s no need to speak with you.”

„No, he was right.” – he started, taking a step forward to you. – „I didn’t want to hurt you and made you cry. I’m sorry.”

„I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have ingoring you. Especially now.”

He nodded with a weak smile, but you pulled him into a tight hug. „Oh, come here, you dolt.”

If you thought even for a second earlier that you moved on, or you’re not in love with him, his hug reminded you that you’re as far away from that as it possible.

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A Blind Path Home, Part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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