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Spooky Lovers

Stu Macher x Reader

Summary: Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season.

Warnings: Prob ooc but i've stopped caring as long as it's cute.

With the leaves finally turning shades of red and brown in Woodsboro most people had concluded that it was officially fall, and it was. 

October 3rd.

Or as [reader name] liked to think of it, the one year anniversary of meeting their best friends; Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

When they first showed up to the small town in California they didn’t expect to become friends with the terrible two; Stu’s crazy energy and Billy’s cynical energy didn’t attract them at first. However, slowly but surely the constant nagging from Stu to hang out had finally broken them down and they went out to watch a rerun of The Exorcist together. That night had changed the way [Reader Name] saw BIlly and Stu, still they were crazy and cynical, but lovable too and they’ve been friends ever since. 

They even stayed together when [Reader Name] walked in Stu’s bedroom just to find the two changing out of bloody black cloaks - white masks discarded next to them on the floor.

Now [Reader Name] sat in their room trying to focus on a reading assignment for their English class with Stu trying to get their attention by playing with the hem of their shirt. 

“[Nameeee] I’m bored. Pay attention to meee.” Stu whined. In response [Reader Name] simply sighed and continued reading trying to ignore the dramatic boy sitting next to them. It gets increasingly harder as he starts to poke their side repeatedly while saying their name.

Frustrated, they stand up from their chair and flop down on their bed, face first, before looking back to Stu to chew him out. But when they looked back at him they couldn’t find it in them to yell at him, not when he looked at them like a lost puppy. I mean how is it possible that he is so cute he is literally a cold blooded murderer! 

Frustrated again, this time by their own feelings for their best friend, they let their head fall down against the mattress and close their eyes.

“Hey hey hey. What's wrong?” Stu jumped up on the mattress next to them and layed down too. His hands swept across the fuzzy material of the blanket as he waited for an answer and when he got none he resigned to just laying next to them, scanning their room. When October had hit a few days ago they both went out and bought a bunch of Halloween decorations for their houses. Of course Stu went for the scary and gruesome decor and while [Reader Name] did the same for their outside decor they chose to decorate their room in cute cheesy decor.

They switched out their blankets for ones with pumpkins and ghosts on them, put fake spider webs in the corners of their room, and they even put up little Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers masks up on one of their walls.

Had anyone else put up this cutesy decor up Stu would have made fun of them for it and told them to get something scary, but not [reader name]. Everything they did was perfect in his eyes and he’d do anything for them, hell, if they told him to throw away all his scary stuff he’d do it. Luckily though, they’d never tell him to do that. Even when they walked in on him and Billy right after they had murdered someone they just sat down on his bed and said they were going to take a nap! That was part of the reason he liked them so much, they accepted every fucked up part of him even though they probably shouldn’t.

Laying here next to them Stu watched as their chest went up and down with each breath, their lashes touched their cheeks and their lips parted slightly as they slowly started to fall asleep.

God! He was down bad.

Little did he know so were they.

[Reader Name] felt themselves slowly start to fall asleep when they felt the bed dip down next to them, they didn’t bother to open their eyes as Stu had finally shut up when he realized they were falling asleep. After a few minutes they opened their eyes to find Stu also half asleep with his eyes closed.

He looked so pretty. He’s wearing his signature tan sweater and instead of having his head on the pillow he had his head cradled in his arms. His cheeks were tinged with red due to the cold of the bedroom - the last thought they had was that they would have to turn the heater on later before they felt themselves fall asleep.

-

As they opened their eyes the first thing they noticed was the softness surrounding them. Opening their eyes they see a black blanket with little ghosts on it layed on top of them and Stu. Not only that but Stu’s arms had found themselves wrapped around their waist and their back pressed against his front. They didn’t mind though, it wasn’t the first time and they certainly hoped it wasn’t the last.

Only, although [Name] didn’t realize it, Stu wasn’t asleep anymore.

“[Name…]”

They were about to answer him when he continued talking.

“I-I know you’re asleep, but there is no way I can say this to you while you're awake yet,” he laughed, “you are literally the most perfect person I know. You're so kind, and pretty, and you accept me even though you definitely shouldn’t and I…love you.”

Hearing that last part caused [Name] to gasp, which in turn caused Stu to sit up suddenly and back away, almost falling off the bed in the process.

“[N-name] I..uhh…can’t think of an excuse.” When they turned to face him they saw that the slightly red on his cheeks made by the cold was now all over his face due to his embarrassment. They sat up and turned toward him - the weight of his words coming down on them suddenly.

“It’s ok. You don’t need an excuse. I-It’s ok.” Their voice was soft and sweet, almost causing Stu to melt in a puddle right there. He really did melt when they reached out their hands and grabbed him.

“I am not one hundred percent sure why I didn’t tell you this before, maybe it was because I was nervous you wouldn’t feel the same but now that I know, I have to tell you. I love you too.”

“No way. Are you serious!” Stu yells and jumps up from the bed, smiling. 

“Yes!” they yelled, smiling too. Suddenly he stopped bouncing around and jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around them.

“God! Wait till I tell Billy we're dating. He told me I didn’t have a chance.”

“Dating?”

“Yeah..is that ok?” He asked, his smile faltering.

 They thought for a second before saying, “Yeah that’s perfect.”

They both laid back down, talking into the night for hours, neither able to stop smiling for more than a few seconds, both completely in love.

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #x reader

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Flowers

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Summary: Giving Bo the flowers you picked.

Warnings: Slasher doing non-slasher things, Prob super ooc but its cute so idc.

Word Count: 668

The sun beamed down onto the beautiful yellow flowers that adorned the sides of Louisiana roads. Next to the roads and woods, small yellow flowers were sprinkled out in the grass, around long untouched trucks, and around the porch of the Sinclair family.

 The once dirty and rickety porch, now newly built and decorated, was surrounded in large patches of flowers. Some people may see them as weeds, but to others they bring beauty into a dull world. 

 Bo Sinclair wakes up to an empty bed one spring morning, the sun shining in his eyes the only reason he awoke. His hand immediately reached out to the other side of the bed, only to be met with the still warm sheets of his bed. He squinted open his eyes and sat up with a groan. 

 The missing person, who had slipped out of Bo’s grip just a few minutes prior to slip on their slippers and robe, sipped on their coffee out on the porch. Enjoying the feeling of the early morning sun and the sound of the birds chirping, their eyes suddenly fell on a large patch of flowers next the steps of the porch.

 A smile grew on their face as they took in the newly sprouted plants all around them. Their smile only grew as an idea came to them.

 Bo slipped out of bed and set out to find the previous occupant of the other side of his bed. The  smell of freshly made coffee hit him as he made his way to the kitchen, bringing a faint smile to his face.

 He grabbed a cup out of the cuppert and poured himself a cup of black coffee. His head perked up when he heard something moving outside, noticing that the door he locked the night before was now unlocked.

 He creeped up to the door, on edge until he saw the scene before him.

 The grass under their feet was cool in the morning shade as they picked a small bundle of flowers, excitement buzzing through them at the thought of their plan. The sound of the house door opening caused them to spring up and hide the bundle behind their back.

 “Hey baby, whatcha doin down there?” 

 “Nothing.” They replied not realizing he had seen them already. “Go back to bed. I’ve got a surprise for ya.”

 Bo smiled and said nothing as he hurriedly made his way back to their bedroom.

 [Reader] hurried into the kitchen and pulled open the junk drawer, looking for a small piece of ribbon they remember seeing there a few days ago. Finally, they found the red ribbon and wrapped it around the bundle of flowers, giggling as they tied it into a bow.

 They ran upstairs, excited to see Bo’s reaction to their gift, reaching their bedroom door they spoke.

 “Bo, baby. Ready for your gift?” 

 He could hear the smile on their face causing him to smile too. “Yes darlin.”

 The door opened revealing [Reader] holding their hands behind their back. 

 “Close your eyes.” Bo scoffed but did as he was told. 

 Bo felt his hands being grabbed and pulled up, his fingers wrapping around something. He let his fingers dance around the small plant stems before opening his eyes.

 As he opens his eyes the first thing he looks into is the eyes of his partner. Their eyes were filled with excitement and soon his were too as he saw the beautiful yellow flowers wrapped together with a bow. Later, he thought, he was going to put these in a cup and keep them alive for as long as he could.

 “They're beautiful, Darlin. Thank you.” 

 [Reader] saw the rare excitement in Bo’s eyes as he looked over the flowers in his hands and knew this was definitely not going to be the last time they picked flowers for him.

 Bo pulled them into his arms, a warm feeling running through his veins as he hugged them, both completely and utterly in love.

#bo sinclair #x reader #gender neutral reader #bo sinclair x reader

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ive been getting into twd show only recently (many deaths have been spoiled for me so i might as well) and i love glenn sm and i NEED a gn! reader watching glenn falling in love with maggie, hurt no comfort and maybe MAYBE glenn realizing y/n liked him but they've either moved on from relationships completely/they left the group for some reason(mayhaps theyve been bitten and want to protect the group ? up to you)

ive had this floating in my brain for a while and thought i might as well request. sorry if thisbis poorly explained im exhausted atm 💀

much love ! /p

- anon

Death

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The Green Farm was a miracle to the whole group. Except for one person.

Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff, Cussing, Unreciprocated feelings from Glenn, Anxiety. Daryl romance. Does not follow the script.

The beating in my chest as I held onto Daryl, racing down a dirt road on his motorcycle, just kept getting louder and louder. 

 Hearing Carl had been shot while I was searching for Carol's missing daughter, Sophia, certainly wasn't a happy way to end my day. There was still no sign of Sophia, she had been missing for a few hours now. I wanted to try and comfort Carol but before I could we had gotten word of Carl's current state.

The sun was setting as Daryl turned into a farm, followed by the rest of the group. I hopped off of the bike as soon as it stopped, rushing towards the house. It was old, the white paint chipping but homey especially for these days.

 As I and a couple others made it to the porch the front door opened swiftly, revealing an older gentleman and a young lady behind him.

 “Hello, you must be Rick's group.”, the older man stated. “I’m Hershel, I own this farm. This is Maggie, if you hadn't had the chance for introductions while she was collecting the boy's mother.” ‘Maggie’ raised her hand slightly in greeting.

 I decided to speak up, I needed some questions answered before my anxiety got the better of me. 

 “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but is Carl alright? What happened?” The man, Hershel, sighed and nodded. He gestured for Maggie to go back inside as he stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.  

 “The boy, Carl, he was shot by my farm hand, Otis.-” Daryl interrupted him.

“YOUR farm hand did THIS! How can we trust you when it's your man who did it!” Daryl Dixon, ever the man to not know when to shut his mouth.

 But Hershel just continued after giving Daryl a pointed look. Dale had to stop Daryl from erupting again.

 “The bullet has shattered inside of him. I will need to perform surgery in order to remove all of the shards.” He paused and looked behind him, at the door. “There is a problem though.”

 I inwardly groaned. For a moment my anxiety was relived knowing that Carl was still alive, however now it was all rushing back. 

 “We do not have the equipment to perform the surgery. Otis and your friend Shane have volunteered to go to a nearby hospital to obtain the equipment, the place has been overrun but it's all we can do.”  

 Fuck.

 I couldn't listen anymore, my heartbeat was simultaneously beating in my ears and not at all, my hands were clammy and my face felt hot. I can’t breathe. I-I can’t- 

 I looked through the group for one certain person. My closest friend in the group, Glenn. When I first arrived in the group Glenn was the first to take a liking to me, he convinced Shane that he should let me join. We reminisced on our lives together and talked about what we would have done had this whole thing hadn't happened.

 Finally, I found his face, my vision seemed to be tunneling even though the vision range had not changed. I didn't even care about what Hershel was saying anymore. I didn't care about the people in my way. I just had to get to Glenn.

 I pushed through the crowd. I could faintly hear Hershel calling me but I ignored it. I could feel my body giving out. I saw Glenn walking towards me with his hands outstretched, as soon as I made it to him I felt my body drop and I lost consciousness.

-

I heard birds chirping outside before the sun's light hit my eyes. Even from behind my eyes lids I could tell the light was bright, the time was probably around noon. Under my hands, I could feel the soft touch of a blanket, and under my head a pillow. Blinking my eyes open slowly I saw a yellow-stained ceiling, turning my head I let my eyes search for my friends. I thought the room was empty at first until my eyes were drawn to slight movement in the corner. Daryl stood leaning against the wall.

I wish my heart didn't sink when I realized Glenn wasn't there.

“Ya really scared us ya know” Daryl walked towards the bed. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty, with Sophie missing and Carl getting shot and now me fainting, I knew the group had gone through too much lately. Not to mention the walkers.

“How's Carl?” I asked as soon as I found my voice. Daryl scoffed.

“He's gonna be fine, Shane ‘n that farmhand are out looking for supplies. Are you ok?” I signed.

“I'm fine I just panicked.” I almost asked about Glenn but I stopped myself.

It didn't seem to matter though because Daryl answered my question anyway, “Glenn's talking to that Maggie girl, he just left.” 

Oh.

“Oh ok.” I settled into the blanket and looked toward the window by the bed. I shouldn't feel this way about Glenn, I knew that. He only saw me as a friend maybe even a sister. When I first came to this group he was the one who convinced everyone I could stay. He let me stay in his tent until I found my own, he even shared his food with me if he thought I was still hungry.

He became my best friend.

“Why aren't you out looking for Sophia?” That made him scoff too, he sat down next the bed.

“Maybe because the only person I give a rats-ass about passed out for no reason and wouldn't wake up for hours.”

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.

“Hey, be careful.” He grabbed my arm as I stumbled and helped me rebalance myself. Before he let go I took his hand and forced him to look at me.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."

For a second he stayed quiet before replying with, “No problem.” as he walked with me out of the room.

-

For weeks I've watched Glenn grow away from me. I know he didn't mean to, but for weeks I've seen so much change in my little group.

First, Carl seemed to be recovering from his wound. The surgery was a success although the Greene family lost Otis in the process.

I helped Daryl in his search for Sophia, every day from daybreak to sundown we searched the woods for Carol's little girl but we never found anything. Me and Daryl became closer than ever during this time.

“So how was your life before all of this shit?” I looked at him startled at the question. No one ever talked about the past, at least not anymore. Dodging a large snake next to my foot, I answered.

“It was ok. Nothing too exciting, I had a job and some friends I hung out with but not much worth noting.” 

“I'm sure everything about you is worth noting.” I looked at him startled once again but he continued walking like he didn't say anything.

As the days continued I felt myself becoming less heartbroken over the fact that Glenn spent most of his time with Maggie. At first, I couldn't stand to see them together. And even though I'm not thrilled that they seem to be a match made in heaven, I'm starting to think maybe my match was never Glenn, to begin with.

As my feelings for Glenn dissipated my heart grew for none other than Daryl Dixon. However, it seemed as the history was repeating itself. Harboring feelings for a friend didn't go too well the first time and I can't afford to lose Daryl, so I kept them quiet waiting for the day he would eventually fall in love with someone other than me.

-

Sophias gone.

She had been gone this whole time, trapped in a walker right next to us in the Greene barn. I watched in horror as Rick shot her and suddenly I felt sick. I watched as Carol lost it and the whole group fell into mourning. I was going to puke.

I left, I left as fast as I could. I wasn't thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I considered to be a niece who had been a fucking walker this whole time. She was dead. Carol had lost her daughter. How can one exist in a world like this? 

I started to run. I didn't stop running. I ran straight into the woods not caring about the stinging I felt as sticks scraped against my arms and legs. And I kept running with tears in my eyes until I found the river. The river where we found Sophia's doll. This was probably where she had died.

I collapsed onto my knees. I screamed and cried and I thought about how Carol must be feeling so much worse. I didn't think about anything other than that poor girl. The fear she must have felt and the god-awful death that befell upon her. She didn't deserve that. No one does.

So I screamed and cried until my throat hurt and I couldn't physically cry anymore. I knew the walkers were coming, every little noise I made put me in more danger but I just didn't care.

And I didn't care for so long until I heard the disgusting gurgle of the horrible creatures that had taken Carol's daughter away. Made her one of them.

But still, I didn't move. I sat and I knew what was going to happen and I stayed there. I stayed still until I heard the whistle of an arrow through wind. I heard the sound of flesh being penetrated and a collapsing body. I felt someone grab me, shake me, and yell but I didn't comprehend them, instead, my gaze stayed on the sand below my fingers.

So they picked me up and carried me back to the farm and still I didn't speak.

-

I sat on the bed, the same bed from weeks ago, with Daryl kneeling in front of me. As he looked at me neither of us said a word only staring holes into each other.

After a few minutes, the door opened to reveal Glenn standing on the other side. He didn't say anything but as we looked at each other, we knew. He knew how I felt and I knew how he felt and we both knew it was going to be ok between us. We would always be good friends. As he closed the door, Daryl spoke.

“I-Why? Why would you do that? I don't think you understand how much I was worried, I searched for you for hours. I felt like I was looking for Sophia all over again, and right after we found her like that…” He looked down and grabbed both of my arms almost as if making sure I wouldn't do it again.

“I- I don't know. I feel like the world is gone. Everyone is dying and there's nothing to stop it. I wasn't thinking but I didn't care. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care if I…died.” I was crying again, sobbing as I realized Daryl had a couple of tears running down his cheeks too.

Without warning he engulfed me in his arms and rocked me. I cried for so long and I think he may have too, though I didn't mention it.

“I … care about you so much.” He started, “So much it hurts sometimes. I've never felt like this before and if I'm being honest I wish I didn't. I wish I didn't because it's new and that fuckin scares me. But I can't be without you. Please don't ever do that again. Just talk to me.” His voice cracked making me hurt even more. “Please.”

I could only nod as we stayed together, never letting go. It might not be okay today and it might not be ok ever again but only then in that room sitting on that bed, it felt like it was ok.

#twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader

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Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear -  Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Jack Kline (Platonic)

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds 

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black 

Young Remus Lupin 

Young James Potter 

Cedric Diggory 

Hermione Granger 

Neville Longbottom 

Luna Lovegood 

Draco Malfoy 

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley 

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon 

Violet Harmon 

Kit Walker 

Lana Winters 

Cordelia Foxx 

Kyle Spencer 

Misty Day 

Zoe Benson 

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling 

James March 

Elizabeth 

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield 

Kili Durin 

Fili Durin 

Bofur 

Bombur 

Bifur 

Dwalin 

Balin 

Oin 

Gloin 

Ori 

Dori 

Nori 

Bilbo Baggins 

Samwise Gamgee 

Frodo 

Merry 

Elrond 

Legolas Greenleaf 

Tauriel 

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson 

Grover Underwood 

Annabeth Chase 

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace 

Leo Valdez 

Piper McLean 

Frank Zhang 

Nico Di Angelo (Platonic) 

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark 

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes 

Wanda Maximoff 

Pietro Maximoff 

Thor 

Loki 

Jack Thompson 

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff 

Clint Barton 

Sam Wilson 

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker 

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Nancy Wheeler 

Lucas Sinclair 

Erica Sinclair (Platonic) 

Mike Wheeler 

Dustin Henderson 

Gareth Emerson 

Jonathan Byers 

Argyle 

Multiple

Horror

Paul 

David 

Dwayne 

Marko 

Michael Emerson 

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair 

Flowers -  Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair 

Lester Sinclair 

Bubba Sawyer 

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer 

Choptop Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt 

Patrick Hocksetter 

Henry Bowers 

Victor Criss 

Reggie Huggins 

Losers Club (Platonic) 

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher 

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks 

Tatum Riley 

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

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Hey if you’re still active I’d love a putzie x fem reader! Love your work :)

Putzie x Reader Blurb

Fluff

“Are you sure you love me?”

I looked over at Putzie to see a cheeky grin on his face while he tried not to giggle. I told him I loved him for the first time that morning and he had been milking it dry, not that I minded. I decided to humor him. “Of course I’m sure,” I said looking back down at my project. I knew he was still watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. It was quiet for a few moments as I put the last details on my science presentation before I suddenly felt a heavy weight on top of me. “Get off of me. You’re too heavy.” He feigned a gasp. “I knew it. You don't love me.” He fell back dramatically on the bed before breaking into a fit of giggles. His giggle made me giggle until we were full on laughing together as I made my way to the bed where he wrapped his arms around my waist. As he calmed down he put his head in my neck. “You do really love me right? Cause I love you more than anything.” I took his head in my hands and looked him in the eye. “Of course.”

#Grease #blurb putzie #Putzie #Putzieblurb

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Hey I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do hcs of bubba sawyer with a disabled s/o who uses a cane if not that is okay!! Have a good rest of your day/night 🫶🫶

Disabled S/O

Bubba Sawyer x Reader

Summary: Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane.

Warnings: None

* I don’t use a cane myself but I know for a fact that no matter why you use it Bubba is just very happy that he has you.

* I honestly don’t think you being disabled would affect Bubba that much, he’s just glad you’re here.

* He’s gonna ask how you became disabled or if you were born with the disability by babbling and pointing but stops completely if you express discomfort.

* When you first meet he think you’re injured but once he realizes you use a cane because a disability he calms down because there nothing he can do about it.

* If you ever get pain because of this he does all he can with meds he finds, warm baths and massages.

* If his brothers ever give you a hard time he shuts it down immediately, that’s not happening.

* If you feel insecure about using a cane he will make sure you realize that it’s ok. You’re amazing and you just happening to have to have a cane does not change that.

* Just all in all Bubba loves you with a cane or without, he’s just happy he has you.

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Could you write where Dean comforts Sam after a terrifying nightmare about Jess? Let it be around episode of 1, 2, 3 or 4?

Fire and Fear

Word count: 476

Summary: Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help.

Warnings: Spoilers but for like episode one.

No No No please not her!

That’s what Sam was thinking only the night before as his brother dragged him out of his burning dormitory. His girlfriends blood was still dripped on his face as he replayed what he saw.

Jessica, bloodied, stuck to the ceiling by some demonic force before she was set ablaze. The same demon that killed his mother . Sam didn’t want to leave. Dean had pushed him out of the burning building.

He never wanted her to find out how he was, now she’s never going to have the chance.

No! why? It’s me it’s my fault it had to be.

He didn’t want to sleep, no when he got into the car with his brother sleep was the last thing on his mind. But as the sun rose and they showed no signs of stopping Sam slowly feel asleep, resting his head on his fist.

He saw darkness at first, no noise and sight anywhere. Suddenly the space in front of him warped and the image of Jessica formed. Her dress charred her face still held an expression of terror and her skin bloody.

She spoke, she spoke one word that tore Sam apart completely.

“Why?” The word was not spoken sadly nor was it spoken genuinely, her voice held malicious. Malice Sam felt he deserved.

Suddenly they were back in the dorm room with the fire licking the walls and Jessica on the ceiling. Only this time his brother was no where in sight. He screamed. Sam screamed as loud as could for it to stop for the demon to spare Jess, take him instead even. To leave them alone.

But it didn’t help. But he yelled and yelled and until the flames consumed the floors, the dressers , the beds and finally him.

Sam jolted up, drenched in sweat and still completely terrified. Dean held onto his shoulder trying to help him while staying on the road.

“Sam! What’s wrong are you alright? Damn.” He swerved suddenly and parked on the side of the highway.

Dean wasn’t sure what to say how to make his brother feel better when he quite literally just watched his girlfriend get murdered by the same thing that murdered their mother.

“Sammy…”

“Dean I don’t want to talk about it, it was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare about Jess.” Sam sighed.

“Look man I know there’s nothing that will make you feel better. I’m not going to try to make you feel better. Just if you want to talk talk to me. I’m here I’m your brother.”

Sam nodded, “ Thank you, Dean. That means a lot.”

They rode in silence for the rest of the trip, well silence besides one of Deans five records playing on full blast.

But that silence meant everything to Sam, he knew that no matter how horrible it got he could always rely on his brother.

And that meant the world to both of them.

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Hiya, could you please write where the t-birds help Putzie ask Fem!reader out for a date?

Date?

Putzie X Reader

Word Count: 843

Summary: Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.

Warnings: nothing

Loud pounding footsteps echoed throughout the house, a few dogs in neighboring residences barked at the commotion. Heavy breathing left the perpetrator as he almost tripped down the stairs gasping and then quickly recovered, continuing into the kitchen. He had one hand working his shoe into his foot while the other grabbed for the cereal, which was regretfully in the top cabinet. A loud slam echoed through the home as the boy got frustrated, opting to skip out on breakfast in favor of making it to school on time.

Typically, Putzie wouldn’t be making such a big deal out of running late, he’d normally even sit down for a quiet breakfast before leaving. But today was different.

The night before, all of his friends and him had conspired on the phone which earned him a good yelling from his mom for being up so late.

For months there had been one distraction in Putzies life. One thing that could pull him out of the deepest fantasies while also being the star of them. There was only one person Putzie thought about every day and every minute of every day and every second of every minute.

[Full Name].

Putzie had had crushes before. Had infatuations and even one person he thought could be the one. But no one made him feel like [Name] did. No one else made him sad when he woke up because they weren’t next to him, then happy because he would see them in school for a few minutes. No one else made him feel jealous or nauseated or…love.

So when the rest of his friends offered to help him confess to them he asked them how, and when he found out how, he asked when.

Now here he was rushing out of his house and down the sidewalk because, of course, this would be the day his alarm stopped working.

Just in time, Putzie raced up to the front of the school, the rest of the T-Birds waiting for him. Almost like fate, [Name] rounded the corner into the school yard right after.

“Looks like someone else is late too.” Doody said, gesturing towards them.

“Like fate” Danny smirked.

“Shut up.” Putzie muttered, admiring the way [Name] had still taken the time to get themselves together even while running late, he felt self conscious.

Putzie looked around wildly, preparing for the eventual confession later that day- wait.

Putzie panicked as the boys started calling [Name] telling them to come over. That wasn’t what they planned, what were they doing?

“This wasn’t in the plan?” Putzie whispered to Sonny. Sonny smirked up at him saying,

“I know.”

[Name] walked towards their friends despite already being late. They weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to miss P-no the gang. They shook their head trying to chase off those thoughts before they even finished.

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time they had to stop thoughts like those about Putzie.

“Hey [Name],” Danny started, smiling suspiciously making [Name] slow their pace a little, “hurry up! Putz needs to tell you something!”

Really conspicuous, Danny. Putzie sighed audibly.

As [Name] started to rush over to figure out what Putz needed to say the rest of the gang started inching farther away, being about 10 feet away by the time [Name] made it to Putz. They knew the two needed privacy in this moment.

“What’s wrong Putz? You look anxious.” They put a hand up to his arm waiting a few seconds for rejection before gripping it. Their own anxiety grew as Putzie seemed to be sorting out his words. What could he be thinking? Suddenly an awful thought crossed [Names] mind, did he know about their crush on him? What he about to reject them? Tell them he only wanted to be friends? Or worse, that they could no longer be friends-

“I love you.”

Silence fell heavy around them. Neither of them could hear the sounds of the world around them, the ringing in their own ears to loud. Shock surrounded them both but for very different reasons.

Putzie shocked at what he just heard and [Name] at what they just said.

Putzie managed a “w-wait” before [Name] rushed out excuses for what they just confessed. Rambling on and on for what felt like forever before Putzie stopped them.

“Hey hey hey. [Name]. I’m just going to say this upfront. I love you too,” [Name] felt their breath hitch as Putzie let out a sigh of relief. “I know there’s still so much more to say but right know we’re late to class.” They laughed.

[Name] took a deep breath and decided to take another risk before they parted ways, “Would you go on a date with me tonight?”

Putz laughed, a real belly laugh, and said while lacing his fingers with theirs “ You’re just talking all my lines, huh? Of course we’re going on a date tonight.” They both sighed and basked in silence for a few minutes before a screech broke their bubble.

“That’s second period bell, we should probably go.” They parted their hands slowly walking to class with the rest of the boys following behind, smiling.

#grease #grease imagine #putzie #movies

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The Sting in his Heart

Fandom: Grease

Word Count: 1,400

Summary:  Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, whats going to happen to those bullies?

Warnings: Cussing, Violence  

(2/2) I thought I posted this and just saw that I posted this to my drafts, Im crying right now.

     “What the fuck!” 

 Putzie whipped his head to look behind him upon hearing his best friend yell out in surprise. Danny stood in front of the rest of the t-birds all of them starring in shock, anger radiating between all of them.

 Putzie held his hand against his cheek, pain and heat spreading through his face as well as embarrassment. He never wanted his friends to know this was happening; he didn't know how they would react. He would never say it out loud but his biggest fear was that none of his friends would care, that maybe when they found out that they wouldn't do anything. No matter how much he told himself that was ridiculous he couldn’t help his anxieties. 

 “Putz…” 

 He didn't say anything, he didn't look at the group of boys behind him. He stood in the same spot. Holding his face looking down in shame. 

 “Doody, get him away from here.” He heard Danny speak before he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm, he flinched.  

 “Come on Putz,” he said, pulling him slightly. Putzie followed while not looking up from his feet they walked past the group of boys, Doody led him into the school’s nursing office.

     Danny turned back to the boy, ‘Robert’, and stalked towards him. He stupidly hadn't thought it would be a good idea to run by now, still standing alone in the middle of an evergrowing semi circle behind him. Sonny and Kenickie followed next to Danny as they all walked to him.

 The faces of the crowd were not of surprise, they all knew this day would come eventually, but rather horror. Knowing how close the group was and how much they all cared for each other, they knew this fight could only end bloody but still no one made an effort to stop it. 

 Danny spoke first.

 “W-Why the fuck- “ His voice shook with anger, “-did you think you could lay a hand on him, on any of us, and get away with it? What made you THAT was OK!” 

 By now it was clear that Robert understood just how much trouble he put himself into, but still he stood there with a scared braindead look on his face. 

 Kenickie made the first move. He stepped forward swiftly and swung his fist the contact making this awful cracking sound. Robert stumbled back and was quickly pushed to the ground by Kenickie and punched again in the same place.

 The other boys stayed back for now seeing as there was only one Robert.

 Robert got his bearings for a moment and pushed Kenickie off of him swinging, he managed to get a hit right in his jaw. 

 Now the boys were both on the ground hitting each other over and over, almost seeming to unintentionally take turns doing so. The crowd that was previously behind Robert started cheering not paeticly for either one of them but more so for their sick sense of satisfaction in seeing the two boys fight. 

 The two T-Birds left waiting to intervene if things started to get too bad, particularly for their friend. 

 As things started to get worse and worse with more blood and even torn clothes Robert's friends seem to have realized that they would have to help him. One of them stalked towards Sonny and another towards Danny ready to fight but before they could start anything they both got a right hook to their jaw. This started a whole fiasco of punching and blood with yelling that got louder and louder. So loud a few people were surprised no teachers had come out to see what was happening yet, or why there were so many students skipping class.

 Almost as if that thought had manifested, not long after Danny and Sonny had started to fight the other boys a group of teachers, including the principal of the school, walked out to see what was happening. 

 A few of them broke up the fight taking a few minutes to do so as the boys didn't want to stop. Robert and his friends were worse off, blood flowing from many places on them and their clothes torn up in many places. The nurse told them she wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them had a broken bone. 

 Danny, Sonny and Kenickie also had blood trickling from a few places and their clothes were ruffled up. Still they were significantly less beat up than the other group. 

 With the arrival of the teachers most of the crowd had snuck off, back to class leaving the group of boys and teachers alone with a few stragglers who would be getting detention for skipping class. 

 “What is going on? What has gotten into you boys?” the principal, Mr. Higgins,asks.

 Roberts' group of friends started firing off excuses while the other stayed silent the time being.

 “Wait-W- STOP TALKING!”  Higgins shouted, clearly fed up with the three boys yelling over one another. The rest of the teachers had gone back to their respective classrooms to resume class, leaving him alone with all the boys.  

 “Now I don’t know all of what happened here, but clearly you all had a pretty serious fight. What we are going to do is send you all to the nurses office and wait for your parents to get here. I don't want either of you groups to speak too one another until you get into my office. Now go. And no more fighting!”

     Putzie had been in the nurse's office with Doody for the past fifteen minutes, he felt awful. Not just because of the swelling bruise on his cheek but because of the fact that he knew the others were out there fighting right now and getting hurt because of him. He didn't want that he never wanted them to get hurt because of him. 

 After 15 minutes of silence, Doody finally spoke up.

 “Hey umm, Putz, how long has this been going on?” He sat next to him in one of the chairs leaning down on his thighs and looking at Putzie.

 He was reluctant to answer at first knowing that none of them were going to be very happy, but after a while he realized that nine of them were very happy now. But none were angry at him but angry at the people who were doing this to him.

 “Well since the beginning of school really but it never got physical until around third grade maybe.” He was still looking down.

 Doody grabbed his arm “Listen to me, you didn't deserve that. None of it. Why didn't you tell anyone, any of us?”

 The door opened roughly and 6 boys came tumbling through it. Putzie almost stood up when he saw Robert but Robert and his friend just glared at him before walking into the separate room. The rest of his friends coming to sit in the chairs next to him.

 He saw the confusion in their eyes so he continued, telling them about his insecurities and why he never told them what was going on. How he thought they would make fun of him or even how he just didn't want them getting hurt because of him. 

 They all sat in silence while they listened to him vent and finally open up about how he felt.

 “Putz,” Danny started, “We need you to know that we could never be angry at you for being harassed, especially for no reason other than their sick entertainment.”

 Kenickie added, “And we’d never make fun of you for it either we’d beat the fuck out of who ever did it. We would never tease you for this.”

 Sonny, 'Don't worry about us getting hurt, it's completely worth it anyways they got it worse in the end.” They chuckled a bit at that, knowing it was true.

 Doody ended with “Never be afraid to tell if something like this happens again, we are all like family we never want you in pain.”

 After their little speech the nurse came out to inspect them before sending them to the main office, where most of the parents were waiting with scowls.

 But none of them regretted what they did because now they knew that Putzie would never hold something like that again. And Putzie knew that he had a family behind him to help him whenever he needed.

#Grease #grease imagine

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I just read the grease fanfic, it’s amazing! Could you write where Danny and Sandy takes care of Putzie who is not feeling well. Like he has a fever, he’s shriving?

Yes I can! And I'm sorry for the wait, my classes just started back up. The only time I have free is night time. In fact, its 2:22 am rn. Anyways enjoy!

Fever

Word Count: About 1000

Warnings: Cussing, Fever. Puking

Summary: Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.

 “Sandy-yyy” Danny called from his living room couch.

 “Yes-ssss~” She called back in a singsong voice. Danny’s parents were out again leaving the house free for date night. He held up the tv remote when she poked her head from the doorway,”The programs about to start.”

 Sandy shook her head and hurried back into the kitchen waiting for the popcorn to pop on the stove, grabbing two cups and filling them up with soda.

 Pop! Pop! Pop! Ding!

“Popcorns done! Just give me a few seconds to get a bowl.”

 Danny didn't answer, already watching the program, something about a ghost and a bracelet, he wasn't sure. While Sandy was bustling around in the kitchen getting miffed that Danny wasn't helping her, the phone hanging on the wall next to her rang. 

 She sighed and hoped it wasn't his parents. “Hello?”

“Hey San.” There was a lot of coughing.

 “Putz?”

-

 When Putzie woke up this morning he knew something was wrong, the ich in his throat told him all he needed to know. He didn't expect the feeling to get any worse, that is, until he sat up in bed swinging his legs over the mattress and was hit with the most excruciating head pain he had ever felt. 

 Stumbling, Putzie quickly grabbed his nightstand and sat back down the lamp shaking from the sudden movement.

 Damn, he thought. This isn't how I wanted to spend my saturday.

 The pain in his head did not subside at all, only seemed to be getting worse. His eyes started to almost vibrate from the pain and suddenly he felt an awful feeling come over him. He stood up and ran to the bathroom trying to ignore the pain it caused him, and emptied his dinner into the toilet.

 Great, my throat, my head and now my stomach. What's next?

 Putzie tried ignoring the pain as much as he could, slowly dragging himself to the sink to brush his teeth. He didn't even try to shower that morning or even brush his hair. He continued to drag himself to the kitchen but the thought of eating anything made him feel nauseous all over again, instead getting a glass of water. He filled it up as much as he could so he wouldn't have to get up again soon.

 His parents were gone, at work as usual. 

 What kind of house doesn't have tylenol?

 He sighed and forced himself to sit on the couch wrapped in a thick blanket, even though his skin was burning to the touch. 

 For a few hours he slept through the effects of his illness until-

 Ring! Ring! Ring!

 The damned phone rang.

 Puztie thought of ignoring it but he knew he couldn't incase is was his parents checking in. As soon as he opened his eyes he felt the awful chills running in his bones seemilying going though every organ in his body. His skin felt boiling and his mouth felt full of cotton, even his eyes were crusted over a bit. 

 While walking over to the phone every step sent pain through his entire body. Finally he made it, answering the phone and sitting on the floor in an attempt to soothe some pain.

 “Hey man? Putz, what's up? You ditched our plans for the movie.” Oh shit.

 “Doody man I’m sorry I forgot. I woke up sick this morning. I feel like someone is running a knife through my insides.” His best friend talking directly into his ear definitely wasn't helping his head pain. 

 “Damn, that sounds awful. Do you need anything?” The sound Putzie made as an answer told him no. “Well look i'm going to be busy helping my old man later but if you need anything call Danny. He’s free tonight.”

 “Alright, thanks. Bye.”

 “Bye,drink water!”

 Putzie hadn't realized just how bad his condition had gotten until he reached up to put the phone on the remover, closing his eyes in the process, losing consciousness right after. His head bobbed down to his shoulder while his back stayed pressed against the wall. 

 When Putzie woke up again he swore he could have been in Hell. His insides are cold, the kind of cold that makes you filled with anxiety, his skin burning and pressed against the cold floor making him twitch in pain. His throat felt closed up and he couldn't see clearly out of his eyes. Now he was no doctor but he was pretty sure this wasn't a stomach bug.

 He tried pulling himself off the ground barely making it, trying not to succumb to the pain coursing through his body he found his full glass of water and downed it. With his throat feeling a little better he went back to the phone not sitting down this time. It rang for a few seconds before being answered.

 “Hello?”

 He wanted to tell her what was wrong but he only managed to get out “Hey San.” before breaking into a coughing fit that made his stomach feel like it exploded. 

 “Putz?”

-

 By the time Danny and Sandy had gotten to Putzies house he was already wrapped back into his blanket and half asleep on the couch. 

 The two had let themselves into his house packing a bag of supplies they thought may help, Danny locked the door behind him while Sandy went to find Putzie.

 “Oh my goodness!”

Danny rushed into the living room after hearing Sandys outburst, before he could ask what was wrong he saw for himself. Putzie was about 3 shades paler than usual except for his cheeks which were about 3 shades redder. An empty glass sat next to him on the floor.

 “Hey man, Putz.” He gently shook him awake. Putzie opened his eyes, groaning about the light being too bright. 

 “Hey Sandys getting some stuff ready, we’ll get you back to normal in no time.”

 Just in time, Sandy walked in with a new glass of water and two Tylenol pills. After handing him both she pulled a damp rag from her elbow crease and laid it onto his head. The rag was cool with water.

 “Bless you, you angel.” Putzie said with a grin.

 “Look at you, already getting your humor back.” Sandy said smiling. 

 For a moment there was silence. Danny sat in a chair next to the couch and Sandy sat on the love seat.

 “So what were you guys doing before this?” Putzie asked.

 “Just a movie date, nothing important.” Sandy answered. 

 “Oh I didn't mean to interpret, Doody said you were free.” He felt sort of guilty now.

 Danny spoke, “Don’t be like that. Your health is more important. Now get comfortable and we’ll watch something together.” 

 It took about 5 minutes before Putzie was out like a light, Danny got up to sit next to Sandy.

 “Well guess we're having our movie date here.” He said making Sandy giggle.

#Grease #Grease imagine #Request #Putzie #putzie

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Confessions of Love

Summary: Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters.

Includes: Cedric Diggory, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing

Cedric Diggory:

Cedric Diggory.

The bane of my existence. The reason my frustration levels are always up and I can't seem to be content.

 He’s also my best friend. 

[Name] and Cedric. Royalty of Hogwarts. Met in first year and have been inseparable since. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that if one of us was in the room it would only be a matter of time before the other one followed. 

 Until recently, because I cant fucking take it anymore. I can't throw our friendship away but I sure as hell can't keep going like this.

His laugh and smile, his eyes and words. The thoughts and ideas he shares with me. The emotions he only shows around a select few, that he's been showing to me since second year.

 Everything about Cedric Diggory made me fall in love with him.

And when I woke up this morning, on the anniversary of the day we met, and I found a handwritten note and what looked like a handmade piece of jewelry, I knew I couldn't keep this up. This charade of friendship when all I wanted was for him to know how much I loved him.

 So that's why I was here, sitting on Cedrics bed like a million times before, but the tension in the air showed that this was going to be very very different. 

 “What's going on?” Usually at the sound of Cedric's voice I’d lit up but now the anxiety swirling in me kept that excitement down. 

 “[Name], if it's about the gift I know i'm not the best at making things I can just go buy-”

“No no Ced its..,” We sat propped on his pillows, “I..I know i’ve been distant even rude sometimes.”

His face scrunched up clearly not knowing where this conversion was going, I almost envied that. 

“I wanted to say that I'm sorry for that, you didn't do anything, I've just been going through something..” I stopped talking and tried to piece together my next words.

 Cedric still sat there clearly worried, “Please tell me what's been happening. And don't apologize, I've noticed you have gotten distant but it's ok. Sometimes people need distance. Just if I can help, tell me how.” He grabbed my hand, tightening it when I didn't let go.

 I couldn't hold back anymore, so I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me like he’d never let go. I hoped he wouldn't.

 “I love you”

For a few moments there was silence before he responded. “I love you too”

 “No Ced I love you. I want to kiss you and hug you and date you and tell you I love you everyday.”

 I buried my head into his neck while waiting for his response, he didn't let go in fact he tightened his grip.

 “[Name] look at me, I love you. I mean it. I love your face and body and emotions and thoughts, ideas and everythings else. I love you.”

 “Can I kiss you?” I was fucking elated. I nodded permission but instead of kissing my lips he pecked my cheek. Then my nose, then my forehead.

 “Wanna go on a date tomorrow?” I asked.

“Of course. But let's figure out where tomorrow. Let me just hold you today?”

“All day?”

“All day.” 

 I nodded yes.

“I love you Cedric.” I said, setting my head onto his chest.

“I love you [Name], more than anything”

Luna Lovegood:

 Being in love isnt easy, I’ve heard countless people recount the troubles they found themselves in when in love. Every fight and misunderstanding between two.

 But I’ve never understood that. Maybe that's why I was in denial for so long. There was no way I was in love, it was so easy. To slip past the barriers of friendships and into loving her. I almost didn't catch it.

But as I sat next to her at Honeydukes, her blond hair draped over her shoulders while she stared at the candy in her hand, I realized.

 I’m in love with Luna Lovegood. 

I knew I was going to tell her, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to be able to kiss her everyday, wake up next to her and stare at her everyday, unashamed. 

 But still doubt built as I watched her finish her candy. What if she didn't feel the same about me? That would crush me to not only lose my chance with her but to also ruin our friendship. 

 What was I going to-

“[Name]?”

Her voice rang into my ears pulling me out of my thoughts. Her candy was gone, the wrapper tucked in her palm. 

 “I lost you there, are you ok?” Gosh, she was so sweet.

“Yeah I'm ok, Lu. Just thinking.”

 “Are you sure?” Her voice came out soft and worried. Her eyes looked at me with a gleam. Not a gleam of anything specific like worry or hope, just a gleam.

 Of beauty, I decided to call it. A gleam of beauty. Does that make any sense?

“Yeah I’m sure, I just..have to talk to you. About something private.” Oh, was I really going to do this? She grabbed my hand. Yeah, yeah I was.

 “Ok let's go back to the dorms then. I think everyone is still out and about their day. Come on.” She pulled my hand leading us out of the store.

 We walked down the path lined with stores and crowded with people, we did our best to avoid all the passers by.

 We kept walking for..a long time, until we made it back to Hogwarts. All the way up to Ravenclaws dorms. 

 “Hey wait,” I just had to talk a minute to gather my thoughts. The whole way there I’d been obsessing over how to tell Luna about my feelings. Or what to do after or if she’ll even accept my feelings.

 “I-uh I have..” 

I looked at Luna's face for the first time since Honeydukes, and noticed something. A small smear of chocolate on the corner of her lips.

 “Hey you have something-” I pointed to the spot on her lips. I brought my thumb to the spot where it was wiped, not really thinking about it. That is until I looked back to her eyes and found them staring at me again. A glimmer of something in them but again I couldn't place what it was.

 “Chocolate…” I trailed off both of us staring into eachothers eyes now.

She broke away. “I can't believe I walked around like that this whole time.” I laughed.

 “Yeah, well it's ok. Come on, I still have to talk to you.”

We both made our way through the common room and into the girls dorm which was, thankfully, empty.

 After we both made ourselves comfortable on her bed I started speaking.

“So you see, about the thing I had to talk to you about, it could..Well it could ruin our friendship-”

 “[Name] I don't think anything could ruin our friendship.”  She smiled but I could tell she was worried.

 “I really hope not Lu. Well ok I can do this.” I hype myself up. “Ok I, and you completely don't have to feel the same, but I really really like you. Like, love.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath waiting for her response.

 But instead of saying anything, I felt a pair of lips on my forehead pressing against my skin for a few seconds before backing away. 

 “I love you [Name] I always have. At first it started as friendship but I think it blossomed into love. I love you.”

I didn't speak, I just hugged her. The force accidentally pushed her back onto the bed.

 She laughed as I placed my head into the crook of my neck. 

“Stay like this for the rest of the day?”

 “Of course.” She replied. 

“I love you.”

 “I love you [Name].”

Draco Malfoy:

Draco Motherfucking Malfoy.

That blond weasel. Daddy's money and daddies approval. The worst attitude in all of Hogwarts-no scratch that- all of Europe. Mean to kids but still rarely gets in trouble by the teachers. Probably protected by his daddies status. 

 But still.

The crystal blue eyes always swirling with emotions-granted the emotions are usually anger-and that rare smile charming everyone within a mile.

 I wasn't in love with him, at least not in the beginning-but after that incident i started to think of him differently. Sure I still thought he was a selfish little weasel most of the time, but he had his moments. Of joy, of kindness and of..love.

 The day of the incident it was an ordinary day at Hogwarts, each class was boring and lunch was spent with friends at one of the gigantic tables. 

 “[Name] I left my notebook in my dorm!” My best friend ran up to me. 

“Well then go get it, Travis!” I laughed. He groaned though and continued.

 “I can’t, I have class in-” He checked his watch, his eyes widening, “Right now! I won't have time to get ater class. The class I need it for is right after.” 

 “You want me to go get it, then?”

“Pleaseee?”

 “Ok Ok I will. Just get to class. Go!”

“Thank you so much.” He thanked me while running off to class. He was lucky I had this period off. 

 I made my way to Travis’s dorm room-Slytherin. Gosh I hoped Malfoy wasn't in there, I knew he had this period off and I didn't feel like having a run in with him.

 Surprise Surprise, he was there.

I heard someone moving around in there before I even opened the door. I knocked just in case they were not ‘decent’.

 “Hold on”

I knew that voice. Malfoy.

 Gosh, maybe I’ll just be quick.

“Ok, you can come in!” His voice was shaky which intrigued me.

And I saw why as soon as I opened the door. Tissues were poorly hidden under his pillow and his eyes were rimmed with tears. His nose was bright red and his lips swollen.

 And I know I shouldn't have cared. He was an asshole. He should cry, but I still felt awful seeing him cry while so obviously trying to hide it.

 “Draco-”

“[Name]! What are you doing here?” He tried to seem angry but it honestly didn't work.

“I uh- Travis left his notebook here. I was going to get it.” I spoke softly, I didn't want to make him really mad.

 “Oh”

Oh? Is this Draco? Maybe he has a long lost twin? He looked like he was about to burst. So I did what any normal person would do.

 I sat next to him on his bed. Bad idea I know.

“What the fuck are you doing, [Name]?”

“I uh- I’m sorry. It's just you look like you've been crying and I- well i don't know. I-I’ll leave.” I stood up to get Travis’s notebook but Draco pulled me back down next to him.

 We sat there for an hour in silence. Draco didn't start crying again but I knew he just wanted someone to be near right now.

 “Thank you.” He said after about an hour.

“No problem Draco, I just don't like anyone looking so sad.” I teased him a bit.

“Yeah yeah just go, class starts soon.”

I nodded at him and went to get Travis' notebook. I didn't say anything about it to Travis when giving him his notebook, I just said I had spent the time reading in the courtyard. 

 Now about a month after that incident me and Draco have been getting closer, Travis definitely had some questions about that but I think he just assumed I had a little crush.

 To be fair, he was right.

After spending so much time with Draco I’ve come to know that he can be nice and mind and sweet, he just isn't to most people. 

 So that's what led us both to this moment sitting on his bed just the same as a month ago except this time instead of him crying, it was me.

 I don't even remember what made me feel bad. I just knew that something inside me felt like crying my eyes out.

 “[Name], it's ok. You can cry all you want. Come here,” He pulled me to lean my head onto his shoulder.

“Draco, I know. I know. I just-I have to tell you something. I don't know why I'm telling you this right now, but you're being so sweet and I just have to let you know-” I took a deep breath and lifted my head from his shoulder.

 “I love you.”

And I'm not talking about as friends. I'm in love with you Draco Malfoy.”

 Neither of us spoke for a good half a minute. 

“I-um this is really out of the blue [Name], but I feel the same.” He paused and took a deep breath similar to what I had done.

 “I love you.”

We both smiled goofy smiles at each other as I leaned my head back onto his shoulder.

 “We’re skipping class for the rest of the day, aren't we?” He asked me.

“Oh yeah.” I responded.

 We both giggled as he leaned back onto the pillows, ready for a full day of relishing in the fact that we both love each other.

 “I love you.” We both said at the same time.

Harry Potter:

I’d grown up hearing about the famous boy who lived, Harry Potter. I’d heard the story about how a year after I was born The Dark Lord was damned to death (at least that's what most people believed) after being unable to kill a one year old baby.

 How he’d killed both of the boy's parents and the boy was sent to grow up with a muggle family, until it was time for him to start his wizarding training. 

 I haven't put much thought into when he’d be starting his training at Hogwarts, that is until my first year. I was sitting in a train car with a group of children my age when word had gotten around that Harry Potter was on the very same train, heading to start his first year at Hogwarts too. 

 Now was I hoping to get a conversation with the famous boy? Sure. But was I planning on literally falling over onto him while roughhousing with my newfound friends. Absolutely not. 

 These two girls, also in their first years, struck up conversion with me a couple minutes into the ride. Turns out we got along really well and in no time we were messing around and laughing our asses off. Pushing into each other and hitting each other's arms kind of laughing.

 Eventually me and one of the girls needed to use the bathroom. Before the ride started we were informed that the restroom was at the end of our section. 

 “Come with me, [Name]. The restroom is at the end of the section.” One of the girls told me, Linsey.

 “Ok.” I followed her out as she walked down the aisle. We joked and laughed the way there, bumping into each other's arms and borderline walking in zig zags. Well until Linsey accidentally bumped into me too hard and I lost my balance. 

 I was expecting to hit hard into one of the glass doors, but the hit didn't come. Instead I landed on a seat and my head hit something different though. I sat up as quickly as I could only to find a shocked looking red haired boy and a flustered boy with glasses. 

 Omg.

My head just landed on this poor boy's thighs, his eyes were darting around behind his glasses clearly trying to think of what to say. My new friend beat any of us to it.

 “Oh! [Name] are you ok? I'm so sorry!” I looked up at her, her eyes were concerned.

“Yes I'm fine, “I looked towards the boy, “Are you ok?

He shook his head lightly before answering, “Yes I am..I'm uh im ok.”

 Relieved I stook out my hand, “That's good, I’m [Name]. [Name] [Last].” He took it, shaking my hand lightly. 

 “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

That was a few years ago. Now we're in our 4th year. Me and Harry haven't gone a day without hanging out together telling each other about our past, our dreams, our goals and our secrets.

 The only thing I haven't told Harry was..that I was in love with him. Hopelessly so.

I can't say I don't know when it happened. It was in 3rd year. It wasn't super grand or crazy, it was a simple day of us hanging out on his bed. We were both reading books for class. Neither of us said anything, we just basked in each other's presence and I realized how much I enjoyed being with him. I looked up at him, noticing all of his features, the curve of his nose, his lips and all the small bumps on his face. How ethereal he looked.

 And how I loved him.

Now we both sat in my bed talking about the upcoming Yule Ball.

 “I don't know [Name], I'm not sure anyone would want to go with me.”

“What are you talking about, you're Harry Potter!” I turned my body and slapped his chest.

 “Yeah yeah I know. It's just, I don't want to go with someone because I'm Harry Potter. I want to go with someone because I'm just..Harry.” He was staring at the ceiling as he spoke.

 “I want to go with this certain person actually but I'm worried about what their answer will be.” He was fiddling with my fingers now, I was kind of hurt that Harry already had another person in mind.

 “Well, who is it then?” I asked.

He let go of my fingers. I could feel his chest start to get shaky as his breathing became irregular.  “Well see-um this person well, they're the greatest person I know. Incredibly attractive and kind, smart and amazing in every other way. I've known them for so long and I-I just love them so much.” 

 He was staring into my eyes with so much emotion in them. Oh. My chest moved faster as I realized what he meant.

 He was in love with me too!

“H-Harry-are you talking about me..?”

He didn't respond, just nodded his head and closed his eyes.

 “Harry, if I had known I would have told you this sooner, but I love you. I have been hopelessly in love with you since 3rd year.”

 I watched as he opened his eyes in shock before he leaned in closer to me, “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

 Oh gosh yes, I nodded my head.

Harry leaned in closer, pecking my lips almost timindly before resting his forehead on mine. 

 “Will you go to the Yule ball with me?” He asked.

I giggled before answering, “Yes.”

Fred Weasley:

 “[Name], sweety will you come help me cook dinner?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice rang out through the house. I was sitting in Fred and George's room coloring in a coloring book I had bought the week before.

 “Yes Mrs. Weasley, I’m coming.” I yelled back at her. 

“Why can’t she just use magic to cook the food so you can stay here?” Fred asked, clearly annoyed at the interruption. 

 “You know she loves cooking, Fred, besides I love spending time with her. She’s like a mother to me.” 

 “I know just-let me come with you, I’ll bring the coloring book.”

“Ok,” George sat on his bed with a smirk on his face. I asked him if he wanted to come too.

“No, I’ll stay here,” He held up the book in his hands, “finish reading this book.”

 “Alright. Come on Fred.” 

He followed me like a lost puppy down to the kitchen. I’d known Fred since we were babies, there's only been a handful of days we didn't spend time with each other.

 “Mrs. Weasley,” I said as both me and Fred got to the bottom of the stairs, “What’d you need help with?” 

 She turned her head and gave us a sweet smile, unbeknownst to us she smiled because she saw Fred clinging onto me like a toddler. Mrs. Weasley was secretly always hoping Fred would end up with me, a fact I would learn a couple years after this, also learning that she kept this a secret so as to not push us in a direction we did not want.

 “Dear, will you please knead this dough for me, I need to stir this continuously?” 

“Yes of course just let me wash my hands real quick.” She nodded as she turned her attention back to the oven.

 While I was washing my hands, Fred situated himself on a stool next to the counter the dough was sat on. He was already coloring a new page in the book by the time I finished.

 I kneaded the dough and Fred colored in silence next to me occantily looking up and staring at me. 

 Mrs. Weasley turned to ask how the dough was coming, stopping with her mouth half open as she took in the scene in front of her. 

 [Name] covered in flour while kneading dough but that's not what caught her attention, what caught her attention was Fred sitting next to her. He wasn't coloring anymore instead holding his head in his hand and staring at [Name], Mrs. Weasley noticed something in his eyes along with the wide smile on his face. Love.

 I stopped kneading the dough and turned to tell Mrs. Weasley the dough was done, but when I turned I saw her already looking at me. 

 I grinned at her and said, “Mrs. Weasley. The dough is done, do you need me to do anything else?”

 She shook her head, “No dear, thank you. I’m done with this, “She gestured to the oven, “I’ll finish it.”

 I shook my head at her. “Yes ma’am.” 

As soon as I was finished washing the flour off of me Fred was back on me, barely giving me any personal space. He knew I dont mind though.

“Lets go sit down on the couch.” He said pulling me by my arm towards the living room. I followed him.

 He pushed me down onto the middle of the couch and went to get a blanket, when he found one he draped it over me before sitting on the end of the couch. Pulling towards him he rested against the arm of the couch and let me rest my head on his stomach.

 “[Name], I have to talk to you about something. This is going to be sudden but I just realized it while watching you cook, and you look so pretty and amazing. And I realized that-” He paused and took a breath. “I'm in love with you.”

 “I know.”

His face dropped and I felt kind of bad for responding like that. But it's not like I couldn't have known he’s the only one of my friends that acts like he would die with me.

 I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin anything we had already built.

“How-”

 “Fred, you follow me around like a puppy dog. But I have to tell you that I love you too. I never said anything because I didn't want to try something and then ruin everything if it didn't work out.

 “But I can't not tell you know that you’ve told me explicitly. I can't live with you-I love you so much.” 

 He was quiet while thinking about what I said before pulling me in closer to his face.

“Kiss me?” He asked.

 I leaned in closer and pecked his lips, it only lasted for a few seconds but I think I would die if I was never allowed to do it again. The look in his eyes after we pulled apart told me that he felt the same.

 “I love you.” I said

“I love you, [Name].”

 Just after we said that we were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley’s excited squeal, turning to see her in the doorway. We laughed as she backed back into the kitchen apologizing. 

 I rested my head back onto Fred. “Date tomorrow?” I asked.

 “Definitely.”

George Weasley:

 “You're in love with him.”

“No I’m not.”

 Me and my friend, Hermoine Granger, were talking about Him again. We were supposed to be talking about Snape's upcoming potions test but, as it had every time we hung out for the past month, the conversion curved. 

 To George Weasley. More especially how Hermione was convinced I was in love with him. Now what I would never tell her was that she was right.

 Everything about George Weasley made me fall in love with him. The way he could plan out a thorough prank with his brother and pull it off too. The ease he could make everyone laugh without even trying, the way he would listen to everybody's troubles and make them feel better. The way he looked at me when we studied together or when we just spent time together. 

 But nobody could know that I had fallen for him. I am convinced that without George in my life it wouldn't be the same and I can't take a chance on that.

 So I always adamantly denied it when Hermione accused me of being in love.

“[Name], it’s so obvious. The way you two talk to each other, my goodness, the way you stare at each other when the other isn't looking is pathetic.”

 “ ‘Mione, let's just keep studying.” I was getting tired and irritated. I didn't want to keep talking about the very thing that eats me up every night before I go to sleep. 

 “No, [Name] you and George are obviously in love with each other. Why don't either of you admit it?”

 I heard the dorm room door open but I was too irritated to care, it was probably just some first year students who forgot their jackets anyway.

“ ‘Mione, please stop bringing this up. I have told you time and time again that I am not in love with him.-” She tried to cut me off, to protest but I was on one now. 

 “Every time we’ve hung out for the past month you have brought up that you think I’m in love with George and every time I have told you that I’m not. I have never thought anything more of him than a good friend. Maybe even a best friend but nothing more.” 

 I paused. 

“[Name], behind you.” Hermione said, pointing behind me.

Shit.

Shit Shit Shit

What was this? A movie?

 Apparently so, because when I turned around I caught a glimpse of red hair going out the door and hurried footsteps running down the stairs.

 “Fuck.” I put my head in my hands. 

“[N-Name]. I’m so sorry. I didn't realize how much it bothered you, I should have stopped the first time you asked me too.”

 “ ‘Mione, it's ok. Just please stop. And I’m sorry for exploding. I shouldn't have done that.” I looked up from my hands. “But please tell me that it was Fred at the door.”

 Her grimace told me it definitely wasn't.

“[Name] if any of what I said was true, you should go talk to him. Even if it wasn't you should go talk it out with him.”

I nodded. I knew she was right. The worst part was that what she said was true. I did love him so maybe she was right about him loving me. He had just heard me screaming about how I don't love him.

 What was I going to say to him? How do you pull yourself out of a hole this deep?

“Ok. You're right. I'm going to go find him. Wish me luck.”

She gave me a nervous smile. “Good luck.”

 I didn't really have to look for him. He always goes to the same place when he’s upset. His bed. With the curtains pulled all the way around it.

 And that's where I found him.

Nobody else was in the room when I got there, probably having left when they saw him upset. Fred must have been somewhere else entirely, he wouldn't have left.

 I slowly walked up to his bed and pulled back the curtain a little before stepping in and pulling it back. I didn't get on the bed just yet.

 When I saw George I just…broke.

His eyes were red and he still had tears running out of his eyes. His nose was red too. His body was pulled in on itself with his legs up against his chest. Like he was trying to hide himself from the world.

 And it was because of me.

Because of a stupid lie I told to protect myself. My own feelings. I didnt even think about his.

 He didn't say anything when he looked up at me and he did not speak when I sat down on the edge of the bed. I decided I would just explain myself. Tell the truth, the whole truth. 

 “Um George. What I said, I didn't mean it.” He didn't react which made me think he didn't believe me. “Hermione, she kept bringing up how I was in love with you. And I didnt want to ruin our friendship so I kept denying it. I just exploded. But it was a lie. A lie to protect myself. And I ended up hurting you. But I think it's time to tell you… I'm in love with you.``

 I was staring at my hands the whole time fearing his reaction. Suddenly I saw his hand come into my view and grab my hand. I looked up at him.

 “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I think I short circuited. “What?”

 “I asked, can I kiss you?” He grinned.

“Yes.”

He leaned in closer to me, connected our lips in the sweetest kiss filled with passion. We pulled apart.

 “I love you [Name]. I always have. Can't remember a time when I didn't.”

“Me either. I love you.” I mirrored his grin.

 “Wanna go on a date?” I asked.

“Where to?” He smiled.

 “Anywhere.”

“We’ll figure it out. Let's just lay here for now.” He pulled me down next to him.

Giggling, I felt the need to tell him again, “I love you.”

 He chuckled back at me, “I love you.”

Oliver Wood:

“Ollie!” I called.

I walked into the dorm room not finding it difficult to find Oliver's bed, as it was covered in Quidditch equipment and game plans.

 I walked in that room with the intention of confessing to him that I had fallen in love with him. I remember the first time I met Oliver I sort of hated him to be honest. He came off as rude and uncaring about anything that wouldn't help him claim the title of Quidditch captain. 

 It was the first day of Hogwarts for the both of us. All of us first years had just climbed out of the boats and started gathering to find our House. Everybody was bustling about trying to find the people they had already grown comfortable with on the train, pushing past people and yelling to gain others' attention. 

 I was standing off to the edge of the crowd to avoid getting pushed to the ground or getting my eardrum blown out by a particularly loud kid. I observed my surroundings-the ceiling so high above me, the large stairs in front of us and now an older lady standing on them clearing her throat effectively gaining the crowd's attention.  

 “Now. My name is Professor Mcgongall, Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration Professor. In a moment you are to follow me to the dinning hall where you will all be assigned your House. The Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. While you are here your house will be like your family, gaining house points and losing them, the house with the most points at the end of the year will win the house cup. Any questions?”

 A few kids asked some questions, one brown-haired boy with a Scottish accent asked quite a few questions about Quidditch, but soon we were on our way to the dinning hall. I was positively buzzing with excitement not only because I was finally going to find out what my house is but because I finally got to start my schooling at Hogwarts.

 But of course my excitement just had to be killed by pure embarrassment. On our way to the stage where The Sorting Hat sat, between two of the four rather long tables, the same brown-hair boy from earlier suddenly rushed past me catching me by surprise and making me trip over my robe. I fell face first to the ground, luckily I caught myself before my face hit the floor.

 And that boy didn't even stop. To add salt to the wound he turned around and saw me and continued walking. Like he hadn't just pushed me over. I was burning in embarrassment, standing back up myself. I just continued walking, hoping no one else had noticed.  

 I caught up with the rest of the crowd standing in front of the stage, while Professor Mcgongall gave instructions for us. I overheard the boy who had pushed me down whispering to another boy close to him.

 “I know-I feel bad. I just can't wait to find out what my house is going to be. I aim to become Quidditch captain of whatever house I get put in.”

 “Yeah but you just like-pushed them. If they're not hurt, they've gotta be embarrassed.” Yeah you're right, I thought.

 I saw the boy turn and look at me out of the corner of my eyes before he looked away. I stopped listening after that. I didn't care anymore I just wanted to say my first day. As the names started to get listed off, I started to feel my previous excitement come back melting away my embarrassment. 

 Now I sat on the same boys bed, waiting for him to get back to his dorm so I could confess my undying love for him. 

 While I waited I started to reminisce on the first time I realized I had gained feelings for him.

It was a few months after the first day. A few days after he pushed me over he came up to me in the halls and introduced himself then apologized.

 ‘Hello, I’m Oliver. I just wanted to apologize for pushing you down and even more so for not helping you at all. I don't really have a good excuse, I'm just sorry.”

 I accepted the apology and after that we just started hanging out and haven't stopped since. Not for 3 whole years. 

 When I realized my feelings for him it wasn't a grand thing, but it had felt like it. He had just found out he made the Quidditch team, a few months into first year.

 He ran into me in the halls and wrapped his arms around yelling ‘I did it I did it!’It took 5 minutes for me to understand what he did. But the pure happiness and excitement mixed with the fact that I was the first person he went to when he had achieved a goal he's had since he was little. It made me realize how much I really liked him.

 And now here I was,on his bed in front of him stumbling on my words. He’d just gotten back from practice.

 “I-well, see the thing is-. I just wanted to tell you that-umm.” How was I going to do this? I had too now I can't back down-wait why is he smiling at me?

 Oliver was just smiling at me, a big toothy grin on his face, staring at me stumbling over my words.

 “I think I know what you're trying to say.”

What?

 “W-How? What do you think I'm going to say?”

“You like me. I’ve known for a bit now-well at least I suspected-I was just waiting for you to say it. I'm right, right? If i’m not then-”

 “You're right.” Whelp now he knows. I wanted to curl up in a ball. What if he didnt feel the same?

 “I love you.”

Oh. 

OH! 

I guess that puts that anxiety to rest.

 I had to sit there and think for a second, Oliver Wood is in love with me. In love? With me?

“I love you.” I replied. 

 “I know.”

“Shut up.” I giggled still a little in shock. He laughed with me before suddenly grabbing me and pulling me to him, hugging me.

 “I meant it, “he said, “ I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“I know.” 

“Shut up.” We both giggled before going back to hugging each other.

 “So, date tomorrow then?” I asked. He nodded.

 “But for now let's just lay down next to each other. I want to hold you” This time I nodded, laying down onto his chest and drifting off to sleep, smiling.

Neville Longbottom:

 Pretty brown hair and mahogany eyes 

 Pretty pink smile that never tells lies

 Neville Longbottom was a star. 

 Not a very bright star, not one that stood out. He tried to hide behind others, but the thing was everybody else were rocks. 

 Now matter how hard he tried he always shined through. 

 Neville never wanted to be a star. He shines brighter every time someone even glances his way. He turns red with every accident he causes, but still he shines; rather with embarrassment than happiness.

 Sometimes he shines a blue hue. Glinting tears fall from his eyes. But they're always there to put their arms around his shoulders and wipe his tears away.

 Because to them Neville Longbottom is nothing, if not a treasure. 

 -

 I saw Neville with Luna Lovegood again today. 

 It tore me apart every time I saw them walking together, sitting together and studying together. They’ve been spending a lot of time together recently, not that that was a problem, Neville had friends and I had friends. 

 In fact, me and Luna are friends. I don’t hold my feelings against her.

 But that didn't make it hurt any less every time I saw Neville with that bright smile on his face caused by his crush. His crush who wasnt me.

 Gosh, I love Neville. We’ve known each other..well..for-fucking-ever. His grandmother is a close family friend which left no room for us not to be best friends.

 You're not supposed to have feelings for your best friend.

 I sat under a big oak tree in the courtyard.

 Why her why her why her. 

 Neville sat on a bench on the other side of the courtyard, right next to Luna Lovegood. They were just studying, they even looked just like friends. Nothing would indicate his crush on her.

 But I knew.

 What's wrong with me?

 I sat my book down, thanking the shade as it was over 100 degrees outside, Neville looked beautiful. Nothing new. 

 His hair shown in the sunlight clearly showing the changes between honey brown and almost black strands. Even from where I sat knew that his eyes sparkled like they always do when he’s talking about something he’s interested in. I could listen to him talk for hours about every one of his interests and never want him to stop.

 His skin shown beautifully and- oh oh he’s coming over here. 

 Ok pretend like you weren't just staring at him. Be cool.

 “Hey [name]! What are you reading?” His smile was, in lack of better word, dazzling. 

 And for the first time since I realized my crush on my best friend, I realized I can’t talk to him. Not right now, not right then. It wasn't jealousy though, it was…love?

 I’m in love with Neville.

 And no one else might agree with the decision I made right then and there, but suddenly it was as if nothing else mattered. Only Him. Only he mattered.

 Please please please let this go well.

 “[Name], are you ok. You’ve been quiet for a while.” His voice was worried, he sat next to me with both of our backs against the big oak tree. 

 “Um, yeah. Just a little confused.” Before he could ask anymore I turned towards him. “I have to tell you something.”

 “You can tell me anything.” His words were always so genuine. It hurt to know that I could ruin it all by what I was about to say.

 I took a breath.

 “I know that this is completely out of the blue but I just had an epiphany and I have to get it off my chest. I like you. Like, like you, like I love you.” 

 Please please please.

Suddenly I felt a small pressure against my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Neville looking down at me, he put his arm around me.

 “[Name]..I love you. I’ve always thought you were..so fucking attractive. But this past year my feelings have developed into something more.”

 “But what about Luna?”

 “What about her?” He looked confused.

 Oh.

 “Nevermind. Just, you mean it?”

 “Every single word.”

 With a touch so soft it cries

And a love that never dies

Hermione Granger:

I rushed as fast as I could through the corridors and up the moving staircases, careful to not run off the edge of one. 

 My newest exam paper was clutched in my fist as the anger threatened to overwhelm me. Potions. 

 Professor Snape and his stuck up attitude, like he’s better than every one of us. I can’t stand him! How could we possibly get a decent grade on something most of us hadn't even heard of yet.

 I stomped my way up to Gryffindor common room, let in by Oliver Wood. 

 “Hermione?” I called. 

 “[Name]? What are you doing here?” Her voice was sweet but confused. We usually met up in the library to hang out, opting to read or study next to each other. 

 Most people might find that to be a boring way to hang out with people or maybe even repetitive, but for me it was the highlight of my day.

 Any time I could spend with Hermione was the highlight of my day. 

 Me and Hermione met on the Hogwarts Express, third year, after I almost burned her hair off with a spell gone wrong. We’ve been friends ever since, meeting up every day, sometimes talking about anything and sometimes just basking in each other's presence. 

 In 5th year I realized Hermione Granger had stolen my heart. 

 It started with realizing her hair was styled differently one day and how beautiful it was, then to how her eyes sparkled when she went on one of her rants, then to realizing every time I think about her my heart swells 10 times bigger. 

 Sometimes when she's angry her face scrunches up into the most adorable expression, I noticed that in 4th year after our first fight. And when she's happy she does a single little jump combined  with that laugh that never fails to make my day. 

 “[Name], what's wrong?” She led me through the common room and to the couch in front of a little fireplace. Most everyone had already cleared out either hanging out with friends or at some club. 

“It’s just Snape.” I huffed out. “And his stupidly diffcult test.” I held out the paper in my hand marked with a big red ‘D’.

 Hermione sighed. “[Name] it's ok. It's one test you can make it up. And now that we know what the lesson is going to be on me we can study.” She jumped slightly all of a sudden, startling me. “ We can study together!” 

 “‘Mione, we always study together.” I laughed.

 “No we don’t, we study next to each other. I’ll help you this time.”

 Oh I should have known. I smiled before asking, “What’d you get on the test?”

 She looked down sheepishly, “An ‘A’.” 

I smiled widely. “That’s great ‘mione I'm so proud of you!” 

 She looked up suddenly with a distraught look on her face, which confused me. 

 “You-Uh. You're still proud of me even though you kinda failed?”

 I feigned offense. “Of course I am. Whatever do you take me for ‘mione?” 

 She giggled, causing me to smile even harder.

 “Well it's just, most people get kind of stand offish about things like that. Especially with me. Makes me feel bad a lot.” Her voice was quiet as she said the last sentence. 

 “Of course I am proud of you. ‘Mione , anyone who isn't proud of you for succeeding just because of their own failures isn't worth your time.”

 She smiled then suddenly leaned in extremely close to me. 

 Now it's not that I was uncomfortable because I certainly welcomed the contact but I was a little caught off guard. 

 “Oh, hey.”

 “Hey.” 

 She was about an inch from my face now.

 “No one had ever cared enough to tell me that I was even worth being proud of. Every time I worked so hard for good grades and such I always felt like people liked me less and less no matter what I tried. But you-you are proud of me. And I've been juggling these feelings for a while now but I think that I finally understand what they are. I love you.”

 Oh oh wow. My heart exploded, I could feel the little confetti pieces floating around in my belly. 

  “I’m not really sure what to say other than I feel the same way. I love you.”

 Her smile could have put the sun out of business. 

 ‘Can I kiss you?” She asked. 

 I nodded.

 Her lips met mine. It was short and incredibly sweet but the best thing I could have ever imagined, because it was her.

 My brain fried the only thing I could think to say, making her giggle again.

 “You still have to help me with studying.”

Ron Weasley:

I could hear Ron snoring on the bed next to me as I set up everything.

 During my trip to my grandparents the week before we spent an entire night binging Bob Ross tapes. I got the idea to surprise Ron with an entire paint set up when he told me we wanted to learn how to paint. 

 After watching enough Bob Ross to make me feel like I was one of those Evergreen trees, I bought up all the supplies we needed and showed up at his house.

 I got there the night before hiding everything with the help of Fred and George. We spent the entire night hanging out with his family, which was hardly an uncommon thing. Me and Ron had been friends since diapers so it was never a problem for me to come over and hang out like I was a part of the family. And I kind of was.

 The only real hiccup in our relationship came when we both hit age 12 and I realized my fat crush in him. At the time I just thought he was getting kind of cute but as time went on the crush never faded. 

 In fact, it just got stronger. Everytime we hung out, every time we talked hell, even every timeI thought of him my feelings got stronger. 

 Until I fell in love. 

 And I know this is normally the part where I distance myself and try to make it go away, but I can't do that to Ron. I don;t want to distance myself. Yeah, it hurt seeing go through crush after crush even getting a girlfriend at one point, before breaking up with her, but I could deal with that. Right?

 Yeah I could, because he’s my best friend. And I need him.

 So here I am at 7 in the morning, setting up canvases and paint because I want to make my best friend happy. 

 Just as I finished the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the door I looked up just in time to see Fred stumbling through with two plates in his hands. George followed behind him with two glasses and orange juice.

 “Here ya go love birds, thought you could use some breakfast.” Fred teased as he sat the plates down on the dresser. 

 I smiled at him. He was always teasing like that. Even before I developed my crush 4 years ago.

 George remained silent as he sat the cups down too until he looked around at my setup.

 “Wow. This is nice. And a lot of work!” He looked right at me. “You really love him don't you?” 

 I just looked down, he smiled understandingly, “Well we’ll leave you be.” He pulled Fred out before he could make another teasing comment.

 For a few moments I just looked around making sure everything was in place, when suddenly arms wrapped around me and pulled me down the bed, on top of them. 

 “AHH! Ron! Ron!” I squealed as he wrestled me down until I stayed still.

 He had a goofy grin on his face the whole time from what I thought was his surprise but then a thought  entered my head. Chills ran down my spine.

 “Ron. Ron stop, listen. How long have you been awake?” 

 His face of mock thinking confirms what I dreaded. 

 “Oh, just enough to learn that you are in love with me.”

I buried my face in the pillows out of embarrassment. After a few moments of giggling he gripped me and pulled my face from out of the pillow. 

 “Hey, hey. Look, who said I didn't feel the same?” 

 What?

“What?”

“Yeah. I mean who couldn't love you. Look at this.” He gestured around him. “ All this for no reason other than to make me happy. Of course I’m in love with you.”

 He looked down to my lips before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, of course.”

 He just brushed his lips over mine, but that was enough for me. We both sat in content silence before Ron asked,

 “Can this be our first date?”

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter charcters #multiple

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Could you please write where the Tbirds comforts Putzie like he’s being bullied and can it be a full chapters?

Another request: Hi, I’m wondering if you write fanfics, but could you please write where the T-Birds protect Putzie from the bullies? And can you also write where Danny is being overprotective of Putzie? No slash please. 

The Sting In His Heart 1/2

I would love to! I haven't written full chapters yet so i'm thinking 2 parts.

Word Count: 1182

Summary: Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, whats going to happen to those bullies?

Warnings: Fighting, Cussing, Comfort from friends

 When Putzie was a child he was always very small for his age. Not by much but enough to be singled out by the bigger kids.

 When he thinks back on it, those kids never were older and just barely above his own height, but Putzie always thought of them as bigger. His child mind probably categorized them as the untouchable kids, kids who inserted themselves at the top at a young age and now couldn’t be pushed off.

 He knows they don't remember, he knows that most of them had moved away and never given him a second thought. Let alone felt guilty about what they had done.

 But he remembers. 

 He remembers too well what started as somewhat harmless teasing in kindergarten morphed into borderline assault by the fourth grade. 

 His first day of kindergarten wasn't bad, in fact the first few months were pretty good. He kicked and screamed at first, not wanting to wake up so early in the mornings, and huffed his way through counting and finger painting. All the time counting down to nap time. But he can say with absolute certainty that he would rather those tired days of ABC’S to what was to come.

 This six year old boy named Jeremy was at the top of the class by the second day, not in academics but popularity. You wouldn't think that populatly would be such a big deal in kindergarten, and it certainly was not as big as half of the children made it out to be.

 Putzie sat his blue crayon on the table, the teacher had given them all a coloring page to do while she worked on something. He admired his handiwork of the light blue scribble sky and went for the green next. The grass was the last thing blank.

 Putzie sat at the same table as Jeremy, not that he’d really paid much attention to him. Maybe that's why Jeremy made it his childhood mission to make Putzie’s miserable. 

 The green crayon in his hand was slapped out and snatched as soon as he lifted it off the table. He withdrew his hand in shock and rubbed the stinging skin, an obnoxious giggle rang out into his and close by classmates ears. 

 “Haha! That really hurt you? Wow-” Another fit of obnoxious giggling though now joined in with a few others around them. Jeremy's voice was scratchy, like the rough side of a sponge rubbing on cast iron. Maybe he was sick?

 Putzie backed away slightly at this thought.

 “Backing away already? I can't believe it, probably best though. You're too little to really fight you’ll get crushed.” He ended his sentence with an evil grin no six year old should do, being followed by the whole table laughing.

 At him.

 At Putzie.

 And on a normal day he would’ve ignore it, but it was just not his day. He woke up late and his mom yelled at him, he fell at lunch, these kids started laughing at him and now the teacher was picking up their papers without him having finished. 

 At the age of six he couldn't articulate his emotions well, and thankfully his teacher understood this. Instead of yelling at him or sending him to the nurses office, she talked with him. At recess, they talked about what happened. 

 And in that moment Putzie unknowingly signed his death warrant. 

 “Yes, it was Jeremy.” 

 “I'll have a talk with him later, now go on and play.” She smiled at him.

 For the next five years Jeremy and his evergrowing gang tortured him nonstop every day in school. 

 Once in first grade he spent the entire day being tripped by several people, every five seconds he found himself face planted onto the floor. And in second when they purposely got in him trouble for an entire week before the teacher found out and punished Jeremy.

 Little did the teacher know she was definitely not helping Putzie.

 And in forth when they just straight up attacked him. It was the first time they, or anyone, had laid their hands on him.

 Putzie had managed to avoid the little, or big, gang all day. No tripping, no trouble and no tears.

Until the walk home. Putzie’s walk home from school was only about ten minutes which is why his mother had no problem letting him walk home alone while she was at work.

 Nothing had ever bothered him on his way home, sometimes he’d even see a bird or another animal. He’d spend 15 minutes trying to catch it before realizing he better get home before his mother.

 This time another boy started walking behind him, definitely not older than him, but Putzie didn't recognise him. Besides, he was walking about 10 feet behind him.

 Putzie knew what was going to happen though, well he thought he did. He thought that Jeremy or his gang would corner him again and call him some names like usual.

 What he did not anticipate was being shoved to the ground suddenly by the boy behind him and then feeling a foot connect to his stomach.

 Over and over.

 It was Jeremy, of course.

 But he had never gone this far before. 

 Putzie never thought it would go this far, but with each nauseating kick to the stomach he was reminded that this was real. He rolled over just enough to get kicked in the ribs.

 Then it stopped. The sound of running footsteps filled his ears before his blurry vision got the best of him and everything went black. 

 Now, in highschool, the physical aspect of bullying has died down. Mostly due to him joining a gang, ‘The T Birds’ with his best friend Danny. As well as Kenickie, Doddy and Sonny. But that didn't mean the verbal aspect had gone away, it was just done in secret now. 

 The mental waredown he suffered over all of these years has caused him to keep it to himself, no one needed to know. Because according to him it didn't matter. 

 No matter how hard he tried, years of being called worthless wore him down so much he genuinely believed it sometimes.

 He never intended to let the guys know the extent of their words, until the first day senior year someone grew balls enough to come say something to him in public. The rest of his friends were gone.

 Apparently ‘Robert’ felt comfortable enough that the last year of school should be enjoyed.

 “Hey! Where those friends of yours, finally ditch ya?” His words were cruel but Putzie just kept his head down, like always. “They finally realize how worthless you are-Hey. Hey! Look at me! Listen to me!” He shouted.

 Still he kept his head pointed towards the grass.

 “What the fuck is worng with you? Listen to me when I'm talking!” Suddenly there was rusling and quick gasps, Putzie looked up just in time to get a right hook to his jaw. His gead flew to the side and his hand went up to his face.

 Everyone was quiet, he didn't know why they weren't laughing like normal until he heard a familiar voice through the tears and stinging. 

 “What the fuck.”

#Grease #putzie #comfort from friends #i really enjoyed this #ill update as soon as possible

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heyy! could you do a zoe benson x fem!reader where zoe and the reader are crushing on each other, but while reader is calm and collected, zoe gets super shy and flustered around them? reader knows about zoe’s crush( and likes to tease her), so when she finally confesses, reader’s like, “oh yeah, i know.” this just sounded really cute to me!!

thank you!

Blushing Butterflies

Zoe Benson x Reader

Word Count: 1,376

Summary: Zoe and reader have massive crushes on eachother, only Zoe doesn’t realize because of the readers calm nature. 

Warnings: Fluff, Cussing.

 [Name] and Zoe first met, Zoe had been rushing to get to breakfast almost tripping over the stairs on her way down. 

 [Name] had tracked down the witches coven through their grandmother, who just so happened to have gone to the very same ‘school’ as Cordeila Goode's mother, Fiona. Their grandmother had long passed on but through old letters found in the attic of their childhood home, [Name] learned of the powers they displayed as a child. 

 There were letters addressed to different people however after snooping more they found a box full of letters all addressed to the same person. 

 The first one had been fairly normal simply listing out things their grandmother had done throughout the summer. Though by the fifth letter it was clear something strange was happening or rather had happened. 

 Through these letters their grandmother explained to a friend how she had been attending a ‘coven’ and all the things they had learned. From casting spells  to making herbal potions. At first [Name] thought this could have been some weird roleplaying game her grandmother took part in.

 On the 8th letter she began reading about a child. Her grandmother wrote about her grandchild, how happy she was to have them. How even in the early stages of humanity the child exhibited faint passings of powers. 

 Whipping their hand quickly and a stack of books falling over. A flick of their finger and their bottle would float towards them for a few seconds before falling to the ground.  

 And now here they were, still a bit in denial about this whole thing. 

 In fact, they had been so scared of what family secrets they had uncovered that they hadn't even tried to do the same things expressed in the letters. What if it didn't work?

 Or even more terrifying; what if it did?

[Name] stood just at the end of the staircase, a woman named Cordeila Goode had invited them in after hearing the story of what they had found. Cordelia was pulled away quickly though to attend to an emergency, leaving [name] alone. 

 “Fuck, i’m sorry!”

[Name] jumped when a body slammed into theirs, nearly pushing them to the ground before quickly yelling out the apology. 

 Turning they saw a girl with soft features and brown hair, huffing and still trying to collect herself. 

 “No no, it’s fine.” Uncomfortable silence grew for a few seconds.

 “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you?” the girl spoke.

[Name] chuckled slightly, realizing how strange it must be for them to be standing in her home without an explanation.

 “I’m sorry this time, my name is [Name], a woman named Mrs. Cordelia invited me in. Someone pulled her away for an emergency though and I'm not really sure where to go.”

 The girl thought for a moment before responding.

 “Well I was just about to get breakfast, you can come with me. I’m Zoe.” She stuck out her hand.

 “Nice to meet you Zoe.” They said, shaking it lightly. 

 Over the next few months [Name] worked with Cordelia and Zoe to tap into their new found powers, as well as spending their spare time looking into their grandmother more. 

 The letters they found only got stranger and stranger, something about a death in the coven and how she was suspicious of someone. Not once was the name of the person mentioned though. Every night was spent staying up reading them over and over looking through the history books and honestly just trying to understand.

 Zoe stayed up every night too, although her reason was completely different. 

 She couldn't stop thinking about [Name], couldn't stop thinking about their face, their voice, their words. Everything about them entrance Zoe from the very beginning. 

 When she ran into [Name] the first day the first thing she noticed was their beautiful eyes. I mean, how could she not. [Name] was astoundingly amazing. 

 But what started as a superficial crush because of their beauty, has become full love and admiration for everything about them.

 Not that Zoe would ever let [Name] know that. 

 Some nights Zoe would stay up thinking about the embarrassing things she had done in front of them, all because she couldn't keep it together. 

 There's that one time Zoe was trying to help [Name] out with figuring out all their powers, a couple days after they showed up. She wasn't trying to drop her flower vase but before she knew it they were both covered in soil head to toe.

 Thankfully [Name] just laughed it off, making Zoe fall in love with the sound immediately. 

 And that time she choked on her food the first time she saw [Name] dressed up in their best outfit. And-.

 Sleep Zoe, sleep. She thought.

 She hadn't slept properly in a month, ever since she realized she was in love.

 Of course, she had no idea [Name] felt the exact same. 

  “Zoe!” [Name] called from the bottom of the stairs. “I need you, please come here.”

 “Coming!” Zoe called quickly. 

 [Name] smiled knowingly, Zoe always tried her best to make them happy and to be with them. [Name] knew about Zoe’s crush on them, in fact she could see the lovesick look on her face every time she looked up at her, only to find Zoe already looking at them. 

 “What's up?” Zoe asked, coming down the steps just a little too fast.  

 “I need your help in the library. My grandmother mentioned a book I think might be in there. Could you help me find it?”

 “Of course!” Zoe said excitedly. 

[Name] smirked, “Little eager there, just can't wait to be alone with me, huh?” They teased.

 They always said things like that, teasing Zoe ever since they found out about her crush. They found it so cute how her face turned red and she got even more flustered. 

 “Shut up.” Zoe said, it came out as playful though. 

 “Come on, Zo. We've got a book to find.” They grabbed her hand and led her to the house library. 

 “FUCK FUCK FUCK! SHIT!” [Name] yelled as a stack of books fell from the top shelf right on top of their head. 

 The book they were trying to get from the bottom of the stack was in their hand now, although upon further inspection, had nothing to do with what they wanted. 

 “Oh my god! Are you ok? Of course you're not! What should I do? Are you still breathing?” Zoe had been across the library when she heard the crash, looking over to see about 20 books surrounding [Name]. 

 [Name] just laughed at her dramatics, not realizing that Zoe was serious. 

“[Name] this is not funny! Are you ok?”

They stopped laughing, “Yeah, just have a headache now. Sorry.” 

 “For what?” 

 “Laughing. I thought you were joking. You were being kind of dramatic.”

Zoe muttered something under her breath, [Name] taking this as an opportunity as she smirked. 

 “What'd you say? Are you about to confess your undying love and worry for me Zo?” 

 “Yes..”

What?

 She muttered again, but [Name] heard it. Was this it? Were they about to confess?

 “Zo..What was that?” 

 “I um I- Imkindofinlovewithyou! And it's completely ok that you don't feel the same, it’s just I haven't slept in a month thinking about you and I just have to say it-” She stopped to take a breath. Breathing heavy and eyes full of worry.

 “Zo…”

 “[Name]…” 

 They sighed, “Come here.” [Name] said, outstretching their arms. 

 “What- why?”

 “Come here. Please.”

Zoe sighed, assuming this was a gentle rejection. She did as she was told walking forward until she was pulled into [Names] arms. 

 “I feel the same.” [Name] said. “And I already knew how you felt.” They giggled.

 Zoe looked up at [Name], from their arms. “How? How’d you know?” 

 “I mean, it was pretty obvious. Think about it.”

 Zoe thought. “Well, I got you now. Date?” Zoe asked, making [Name] smile.

 “Of course.” [Name] answered excitedly, making them both smile even wider.

 For the rest of the day [Name] and Zoe sat in silence, looking through the old library only sharing loving looks, who needs words anyway. Especially when you have a mysterious story to unfold and the knowledge that the love of your life is right by your side. 

 Right up until the end.

#american horror story #zoe benson #zoe benson x reader

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Could you please write where Putzie has a terrible nightmare and Danny climbs though his window to comfort him?

Fear

Summary: Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.

Warnings: Fighting *In dream*, nightmare, cussing.

No

Fuck stop

Go away, leave me alone!

Please!

They wouldn’t stop.

 Why won’t they stop? Fuck it hurts so bad. Why?

Why did they leave me? I’m sorry I’m sorry. Another kick to the ribs. No No No.

They left me alone, they left me to hurt by myself.

 Someone pulled him up, he didn't know who he couldn't see. His eyes swollen black and blue with blood running down his face. 

 Danny, he thought, why did you leave me? Why aren't you helping me? I can’t take it anymore, it hurts so bad.

 Another punch to the jaw, his vision went black.

 Putzie’s eyes shot open. His breathing was shallow, his heart pounding fast and his skin clammy. 

 W-What’s happening? Where am I?

He sat up head darting around and his eyes squinted to see in the darkness. For a few more moments he had this panic in him, trying to recognize something around him. Then he saw the outline of a chair up against the wall, next to his bed and the green shine of his alarm clock.

 Oh.

It was just a nightmare. An awful nightmare that encompassed his worst fears. A nightmare that felt so real he could almost feel the punch against his face, but even worse he still felt that sinking feeling in his chest when he realized his friends abandoned him when the first punch was thrown.

 But it wasn't real.

However, the pounding in his chest and the pool of sweat on his sheets was real. And so was the anxiety in his chest about his friends. The rational part of his brain knew they would never do that. That they would fight until they all ended up in the hospital if they needed too.

 But the fear in him wouldn't go away. Even after he changed his drenched clothes, after he splashed his face with cold water and after the fear of the fight faded. The thought of his friends just leaving him helpless like that, alone, just wouldn't go away.

 That's why he was quickly dialing the number of his closest friend, desperate to get rid of this awful feeling.

 “What?” The voice of his best friend calmed him some. His voice was groggy. Of course it was, it's 3 in the morning.

 “Danny? Danny, I need to talk to you, please?” Putzie could hear the shake in his voice.

Apparently so could Danny. “Putz? What's wrong?”

 Putzie really didn't want to admit he had a nightmare, but the feeling of dread wouldn't stop growing in stomach.

 “I uh-see listen. I had a nightmare,” he waited for Danny to laugh at him but surprisingly he stayed quiet, ”I’m not sure I want to go into it but I can't shake this feeling. This feeling of dread…anxiety.”

 For a few moments neither of them spoke, Putzie was scared Danny was mad at him for waking him up. Then Danny spoke again.

 “Can I come over?”

“What are you talking about? Its 3 in the morning, my parents’ll kill me.”

 “So? I’ll come through the window. I just want to make sure you're ok.”

 He thought about it, this could be what helps calm the feelings inside him. 

 “Ok.”

“Good, because I'm already dressed.”

The loud wrap coming from his window startled Putzie out of his daze. He jumped off his bed and opened his curtain. 

 Danny stood on the ground next to his window. He quickly unlocked the window allowing Danny to open the window himself.

 “Be quiet! My parents are asleep.”

Danny put his hands up. “Sorry sorry. My fault.”

 Puztie sighed, still uptight, the tightness in his chest had barely gone away in the 10 minutes it took Danny to get there.

 Putzie sat back down on his bed while Danny sat in the chair. As Putzie got settled again he looked over at Danny and sighed. He had taken his shoes off, his socks were mismatched. His hair was messed up and he was still in pajama pants. 

 “I thought you said you were dressed?” Putzie said unimpressed. 

“Dressed enough,” Danny shrugged,”Now what happened in your dream?”

 Putzie sighed suddenly, unable to look Danny in the face as he explained what his brain had conjured up that night. 

 When he had finished Danny’s face was scrunched up in confusion. After a moment of contemplation he stood up and walked over to Putzie, sitting against the headboard.

 “Come here.”

“What?” Putzie asked, trying to figure out what he wanted. 

 “Come. Here.”

Too tired and anxious to care, Putzie sat next to Danny, only to be pulled down to him, setting his head on the pillow next to Danny and his hand grabbed by him. 

 “Putz, you are my best friend. You have been my best friend since we were little. All of us we’re family, none of us would ever leave you alone. Especially in a situation where you could get hurt.”

 The tightness in Putzie’s chest finally subsided, reassured by his best friend, he wasn't alone. And he never would be.

 Putzie fell asleep soon after, pulled into a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night.

#grease #putzie #danny zuko #Grease

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Meetings

Lost Boys x Reader

Summary: Meeting each of the Lost Boys.

Word Count: 3032

Warnings: Cursing and Fluff

 I looked out across the water. The moon glinted across the ocean while I watched the waves ripple under me.

I focused my eyes onto the water hoping to glimpse a fish or two.

 The boardwalk behind me was bustling with loud and annoying people. I heard families arguing,kids wanting to stay-parents wanting to go. Large friend groups loudly conversing about the latest relationship one of them had been in. Dogs barking and rides operating. 

 Stomp Stomp Stomp

The lights illuminated everything from the packed lines at rides to empty stores with bored teenage employees working there for the summer. 

 I wouldn't be able to pinpoint every sound if I tried.

Except one.

 I hadn't heard it yet, but I knew I would. There hadn't been a night that I haven't yet. Granted, I've only been listening for it for about a week.

 I'm not sure how it started. 

 Maybe it was the first time I decided to go into one of the stores on the boardwalk. A couple weeks after I'd arrived in Santa Carla I walked past a video shop.

 Walking past it I backtracked, pulled subconsciously into the store. Maybe I’ll get that new movie I saw being advertised,what was it about- vampires? I’ll know it when I see it, I told myself.

 I pushed the door open and a little bell jingling out startled me. A man in glasses behind the counter looked up from his newspaper and smiled a little.

 “Hello, my name’s Max. I own this video store. Feel free to ask if you have any problems.”

 I gave him a small smile back and nodded, walking farther into the store.

I walked around for a few minutes looking at the racks of colorful videos and tvs, I squinted the white light hitting my face a little too harshly. Running my fingers across the racks until I found the horror section I started looking for the movie I came for. 

 I was really disappointed when I couldn't find it. To be fair I wasn't sure if the movie was on video yet. I picked up Halloween instead, one of my favorites.

 This’ll do, I thought.

Ring Ring

 The door to the video store opened, a man walked in alone. He walked around to the counter Max was sat at, met with a glare from him. They spoke hushed for a few moments before I heard the man named Max sigh loudly and suddenly stand up walking to the back room of the store. 

 I wasn't sure what to do with the Halloween movie in my hands now seeing as there were no more employees. I decided on browsing for a moment until he got back.

 The man who had walked in a few minutes ago was now walking through the alises, I realized for the first time that we were now the only people in the store.

 The man was tall, maybe 6ft - with brown eyes and brunette hair. He wore a leather jacket without a shirt on. He had one earring dangling as he walked.

 I watched him almost in a trance as we walked through each aisle on opposite sides both making our way to the middle. His eyes were still on the racks, making me feel like a creep for watching him. I looked back down and continued to walk.

 One step. One step. Step Step Step.

My heart rate got faster as we both continued walking. One more look wouldn't hurt, right? He’d never know, right?

 Plot twist he did.

 I looked up, straight into his eyes. They were trained on me now, also staring into my eyes. I never knew the simple gaze of a stranger could completely stop my breathing. I stopped walking as he continued, never looking away from me.

 A crash came from the back room startling us both looking towards the room before, I looked down and slowly started walking again.

Step Step Step Step 

I reached the middle row and looked up. He was gone. Where'd he go? I looked around, he wasn't in the store. I hadn't even heard the door ringing. 

 I cursed myself. I must have imagined the connection we had. He was probably wondering why a creepy person was staring at him. I facepalmed in complete embarrassment. 

 Leave it to me to scare off a cute guy in the span of 3 minutes.

The backdoor opened and Max came out holding something in his hand. I walked to the counter and put my copy of Halloween onto it.

 Max smiled at me before holding the thing in his hand out to me. “Here this is for you. I think you’ll like it” I looked at it and gasped a little. It was the movie I came in for- The Vampire.

 “Oh Thank You, sir. I actually came in here for this, how'd you know?”

“Just a feeling” He smirked.

 A little creepy but I brushed it off and paid for both the movies.

“Come again!” He waved, I nodded and pulled the door open.

Ring Ring.

I stopped as soon as the door closed behind me. Four bikes sat a little ways away from the store. The man from the store sat on one of them. He was staring at me along with 3 other men.

 Just as I took my first step he winked and he and the 3 other men mounted their bikes and rode off, the loud sound of the motorcycles filling the night air.

~

 I pushed myself off of the railing I was resting on. Still nothing. 

I was starting to get frustrated at this point. I’d been walking around the boardwalk for about an hour and a half, it has never taken them this long to show up before. 

 Pushing past groups of people-flashes of eccentric clothing and surgary candy passing me-I made my way around piles of trash on the ground while making my way to my destination. 

 While trying my best to avoid the carless movements of other people in the crowd I suddenly felt the earth move sideways, air whooshing in my ears before I felt a sharp pain in my back.

 For a moment my vision blurred though when it cleared I could barely tell the difference, the rush of people never stopping once. I noticed one man standing still in front of me-the bags he once held in his hand now on the ground next to his feet. For a second I just stared at him, still stunned from the fall, before I stood up quickly to say sorry.

 “I'm so sorry-here let me get that-” I bent down to pick up a few of his bags, “I didn't see you there.” I handed the remaining bags to the man. He still hadn't said anything. Now that I was stood up I could see him better, his face was pulled into a sour expression. His eyebrows pulled together and his nose slightly scrunched up.

 That's when I knew- this was not going to be a pleasant encounter.

 “Look, I'm sorry it was an accident-.”

“No no no-I do not care. I was having such a shit day all day-nag nag nag. I just started to feel better and then you-”He pointed at me, scowling”-just had to be such an airheaded bitch and run straight into me!” A few people had stopped to look at this point but most of them were still just parting around us.

 “I think you're blowing this out of proportion-”

“You-” He was interrupted by the unmistakable sound I had been waiting for all night.

 The roar of motorcycle engines. 

~

  The day after I had gone to the video store I decided to go back to the boardwalk. After my day I hopped into the shower convincing myself while in there I was going to have fun. Definitely not for the cute guy from the day before. 

 I did dress up a little more than usual before leaving.

I arrived a little bit after dark, the crowds just as diverse and dense as the day before, the bright lights of the rides catching my eye immediately. 

 May as well have some fun, I thought.

I made my way to the closest ride to me- The Merry Go Round. A childhood favorite. 

 I weaved my way through everybody and plopped down on a seat instead of a horse, leaving those for the kids.

 Just as the ride started someone threw themselves onto the seat next to me in a fit of laughter. A wave of messy blond hair and the smell of weed filled my senses, wait I recognised him! He was one of the men one the motorcycles the night before. 

 Still laughing he spoke, with the biggest grin on his face. 

“Well hello there, I believe i've seen you before” He held out his hand. I took it in mine tenderly. His smile grew as our hands touched and we shook hands.

 “Yeah I uh saw your friend at the video store yesterday, well last night, the brunette one. Im [Name].”

 He giggled “ Well [Name] Im Paul it's nice to finally talk to you.” I was almost strange how he worded it, like he’d properly met me before.

 “Yeah, you too…” I trailed off. We sat on the ride in an oddly comfortable silence, the man-Paul-couldn't seem to sit still. Fidgeting with his fingers bouncing his leg and twisting in his seat. He opened his mouth to speak again but just then the ride came to a full stop and he jumped up running off before I could even stand up. 

 I walked off the ride slightly disappointed that he hadn't stayed longer. How could I scare two cute guys off in 2 nights. What is happening?

 I sighed and walked off to the next ride I found interesting. A roller coaster themed after the DC Universe. The walk there was kind of long but I knew when I got there it was going to be worth it. It was easily one of the biggest coasters there with a small line. Presumably because people were too scared to go on it.

 Oh I was definitely going on this ride.

As I stood in line with about 3 other people waiting for the last round of the ride to end, I noticed another person come up behind me. Glancing back I noticed a wisp of blond hair. I briefly wondered if it was the same man from the Merry Go Round- Paul I believe. But quickly I noticed the tight curls, very different from the crazy wavy hair ‘Paul’ had.

 His jacket pulled my attention. It was colorful and filled with different patches. 

I turned back around suddenly aware of how creepy I probably looked checking out his jacket. I felt even more awkward when I heard a small giggle escape the man.

 The ride slowly came to a stop in front of us and we started to file in. 2 people in front of me sat in the front, one of the people sat right behind them. I sat in the back of the ride, not wanting to sit too close to strangers. 

 But that plan was ruined when the man with the colorful jacket sat right next to me, plopping himself down with a smirk on his face.

 Nobody spoke as the operator made sure the safety belts were working correctly though as soon as the ride started the man next to me spoke.

“Hi, I’m Marko.” 

 Looking over at him I found him already looking at me. I spoke, thankfully the ride had yet to get too fast still climbing the long ladder. 

“Hey, I’m [Name].” He didn't say anything else so I continued “I really like your jacket.” I smiled.

His smirk disappeared, replaced by a real smile. “Thank you I put the patches on myself.” Before I could respond the roller coaster suddenly turned downward, pulling my attention to it instead.

 We both spent the rest of the ride laughing and squealing looking over to each other every now and then.

 As the ride came to a stop neither of us could stop laughing even as the safety belts came up and both of us left the ride. At some point we were both laughing so hard my eyes had closed, though when I opened them again he was gone. 

 Huh.

What is going on? How is it possible for one person to see 3 cute guys in 2 nights and have a moment with all three of them and yet they all disappear. 

 I looked around me looking for him and eventually made my way to a random bench  and sat down. I honestly started to think it was me, maybe I'm doing something I'm unaware of to scare them off.  

 I sighed, but something caught my eye, the ferris wheel.

It was large and colorful right next to the beach. The lights around the boardwalk must have looked beautiful from up there.

 Welp, no point in sulking over some strangers, let's go.

The line to the ferris wheel was actually pretty long but I thought that it would be worth it. I really wanted to see the view from that height so I waited. And waited. And waited. 

 Finally, it was my turn to get on the ride. The rocking of the capsule made me a bit nervous but my determination to see the view of the ocean made me keep going.

 But it seems as if the universe had something else planned for me because as soon as I got the capsule to stop rocking two different figures jumped on with me and the ride started. For a good few seconds I panicked while trying to stop the rocking, the growing height definitely not helping.

 As soon as the movement subsided I whipped my head towards whoever the hell thought it was a good idea to give me a heart attack. Gosh however it is going to get a piece of my mind-!

 Oh.

OH.

 It was those two blonds from earlier, Marko and Paul? They were both in a fit of giggles rolling around in their seats and bumping into each other, causing the capsule to continue rocking.

 “What the FUCK is wrong with you two!” 

“I-” 

“We-”

They both continued laughing, seemingly at my terror filled face. It wasn't long before their laughter got contagious and I started laughing too.

 Now we were all laughing like idiots for another good 30 seconds until we finally all calmed down. Wiping the tears from my eyes I finally got out-.

 “Alright alright.” I couldn't help but smile at them still giggling. “What are you two doing? I saw you both last night with that stranger from the video store”

 “and you” I pointed at Paul, “Where'd you go earlier, at the Merry Go Round?”

They both looked at each other seemingly communicating with their eyes before looking back at me, Paul spoke.

 “Well I couldn't very well get to know such a cute person as you without my best friend, could I?” The way he said best friend made me think there was more to it than that but that seemed like a personal question, for two strangers. 

 “Well-” Before I could go on, the man named Marko spoke.

“The man you saw yesterday, in the video store, he's another one of our friends. Dwayne. The fourth man you saw last night, that's David.”

Paul spoke,” You see, when Dwayne saw you last night he said he felt this, lets see, connection.” So it wasn't just me. “He told us, so we waited for you, god that sounds so creepy. We didn't mean it to be creepy, I swear. But when you walked out the rest of us, me Marko and David all felt it too.”

 There was silence for a few minutes while I thought. 

Four men all took an interest in me in one night. Four very attractive men too. This should have weird me out and it kind of did but I couldn't lie to myself. I felt the connection too. To all three of the men I've met so far. Dwayne Paul and Marko.

I couldn't wait to meet David.

“So when do I get to meet this David guy?”

~

 That was a week ago. That's how I found myself surrounded by 3 men I'd met once, one I hadn't even talked to and a platinum blond I assumed was David. They looked like they were ready to kill the man who yelled at me.

 I couldn't have that. I could handle this myself.

So I walked closer to the man and his ugly little mustache.

 “Sir, I am very sorry for bumping into you. I was not paying attention. But you” I pointed at him, “will not yell at me and call me such awful things because of an accident. Now you have your bags in your hand and no damage, I suggest you walk away and move on with your life.”

 I took a step back when I was finished talking.

He looked ready to explode but as he looked between me and the four men around me he looked down and made a decision. He walked away.

 I turned around to face the men around me. Paul and Marko were on my left and Dwayne on my right. The man assumed to be David stood in front of me. He smiled and stuck out his hand to me.

 “Hello you must be [Name]. I'm David.”

“Hello David, I've been looking forward to meeting you.” I smiled back at him.

 He looked around him at his friends and nodded. 

“Come back to the cave with us?”

 He must have seen the confusion on my face because he followed up with-

 “It's our place, we live there.”

I thought about it for a second before coming to a decision, one I didn't realize would affect my future so greatly.

 They all smiled as they heard my answer, seeming to have come to a simultaneous decision as they did.

 “Sure, lets go.”

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