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techgoddessdeluxe18 · 4 years

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SidGeno Parent Trap AU!

Will someone please write this i stayed up till 1 aimlessly typing this, ive already fleshed it out for you pleaseee

So Sid and Geno played together as Rookies for the Penguins in the 2005-2009 seasons, lighting up the NHL world as they had done always, slowly finding love and happiness together (after the Me 3 years Super league convo, you saw how blushy Sid was), quietly getting married in an discreet court house somewhere in Pittsburgh, having blissfully unprotected sex before and after the 2009 Stanley Cup win, just happy and in love and their life and success was just beginning to blossom.

But Sid finds out that he’s been pregnant with twins for some time now, having been nearly 12 weeks pregnant already by the time the final round was played. Geno finds out that there are some legal issues from escaping the KHL in order to play for the Penguins, and so to settle some ruffled governmental feathers, it would be best if Geno went back to Russia to fulfill those duties. Sid is extremely worried about the awful timing of the pregnancy and the sheer amount of alcohol consumed during the Cup celebrations, and Geno is worried about Russia ever letting him out of the country, or worse; finding about his relationship with Sid.

They hole up in a remote corner of Canada for the off season, just trying to soak in the time they have together before Geno goes back to Russia. Days are spent going to doctors visits, holding hands as they walk around the lake, cuddling on the couch at night, Geno’s big hands rubbing Sid’s belly, little feet kicking as hard as they can, while Sid giggles and twists round to kiss Geno.

Sid safely delivers the babies, two identical adorable boys, who have thankfully have not had birth defects as Sid was fearing, and so the rest of the off season is spent trying to decide what to do, how they could go back to their respective corners of the world and try to raise their kids. They agree to split the kids, and keep silent on where they came from.

Geno returns to Russia with a little baby boy, who will mostly be taken care of by his mother and father. Sid does the same, heading back to Cole Harbor more often than he would during the season, always glued to his phone and even taking phone calls from his mother on game days.

So then the actual story goes, 16 year old Daniel Patrick Crosby and Dimitri Evgenevich Malkin meet at Worlds to play for their respective countries, and like a random dinner clash between Russia and Canada find Daniel and Dimitri really confused because they look exactly the same; dark curly hair, strong solid bodies, angular doe eyes. Their teammates chirp them, saying they wouldn’t know who was who if they switched sweaters before the tournament.

They meet up again after Russia wins, meeting in Daniel’s hotel room while his roommate is away. They’re like

“oh when were you born? September 1st, 2009”.

“Oh shit me too”.

“ oh who’s your parents?”

“Evgeni Malkin, big KHL superstar”

“Sidney Crosby” because duh who doesn’t know the greatest player ever.

Maybe they have a ripped picture like in the movie, like with Sid and Geno holding the Stanley Cup like they did in 2017. Daniel has Sid, and Dimitri has Geno, and they’re like “ yeah Dad never talked about who Papa was, but that he loved him, but they couldn’t be together”. So they whip out the picture halves, stashed in their wallets, and tada they fit. They’re twins!

Since the tournament for them is over, Russia with the gold and Canada with silver, they have a few days to themselves to watch the rest. On a midnight run to Tim Hortons, sharing a box of Timbits, they agree to swap places to meet each other’s dad, and then switch back during the Olympics, let say it’s somewhere in America, in a few months time. Daniel and Dimitri spend the next precious days coaching each other on how to be each other. Daniel is conveniently mostly conversational in Russian and can understand better than he speaks, but Dimitri is a quiet kid so it works out. Dimitri works hard to soften his Russian accent and worm eh into his normal syntax more. They get haircuts together, the barber laughing at these rambunctious twins and their beautiful curly hair, and they laugh at the ridiculous stripes they agree to shave onto the sides of their heads.

Before they separate at the airport, they exchange necklaces, a #45 from Daniel and a cross from Dimitri.

Dimitri flies back to Cole Harbor, and finds his dad waiting for him. He looks older than the picture he has, more lines on his face, Definetly shorter and grey-er hair, and sad eyes. If Sid notices his son hugging him tightly and for longer than he normally does, he doesn’t say anything. They chat through the drive home, to the lake house that Daniel told him about. Dimitri can only stare and try and absorb who this man was, the man who birthed him. Sid asks him if he’s ok as they eat dinner on the dock, bare feet dipping into the cold water. Dimitri can only mumble “you’re the best”, as he snuggles his head into his fathers chest. Sid can’t help but think that his son’s voice sounds different; the way he pronounced best sounded just like Geno.

Daniel manages to not say too much on the flight back to Russia, desperately trying to memorize more vocab and grammar before landing and being picked up by his grandparents. The cooing and lecturing is the same in either English or Russian, so he smiles and just lets it wash over him. He tentatively asks where his Papa is, and Grandmama Malkin says he’s probably wining and dining his latest girl. They go home and Daniel is stuffed full of food, everything Grandmama could have possibly made for his arrival. Geno comes home later that night, tired but eager to congratulate his son for winning Gold for Russia. He notices that his son perhaps looks a little different, ruffling the funny haircut that he had gotten, but more at the expression of awe on his face; a similar expression Sid had on his face when he told him he usually went out last before a game, many many years ago.

So yadada ya, they’re enjoying the time that they have with their respective dads, occasionally wringing out a small story or a sad look of their faces whenever they mention anything about each other. So the Olympics are rolling around, and they’re all going to be in one place (lets just say that Sid and Geno had never attempted to make contact whenever they played against each other, afraid that they might get caught) But Daniel has frantically been calling Dimitri over Geno’s new girl and how he might propose and would ruin their plan to get their parents back together.

Shenanigans during the Olympics, one groups disappearing before the other can see them, until Geno is in the elevator shmoozing his girl until he sees THE ASS tm across the room by the front desk. Sid turns around and just smiles sadly as the elevator door closes.

Then the scene where Sid is walking down the hall and Dimitri and Daniel open the doors at the same time and suddenly Sid is confronted with what he thinks is the son he hasn’t seen in 16 years. They pull him into a room, and explain the whole swicheroo, and Sid is mad because there’s nothing they can really do, he’s prepared to let Geno move on and do what’s he needs to, but resigns himself to being alone.

Then the pool scene, where Geno and his girl are lounging with his parents, and Sid walks his fine ass down the stairs and Geno falls in, scrapes up his nose a bit, Sid bandages him up a bit. Daniel and Dimitri reveal themselves to Geno.

Some time in between tournaments, with Russia and Canada on the rise to be competing for the Gold Final, Daniel and Dimitri bully their fathers into a family dinner at a nice restaurant. They cut a handsome swath at dinner, good looking men in good looking suits. Geno instinctually files in last, whether it being his remembered deal with Sid, or merely to ogle a bit as he pushes in Sid’s seat for dinner. For fun, after dinner, they find a nearly empty outdoor rink, equipped with rental skates. Daniel and Dimitri take off, chirping each other and racing and checking each other into the low boards enough for Dimitri to flip over and out of the rink, Daniel wheezing with laughter as Dimitri hefts himself back over. Sid and Geno skate around at a sedate pace, both having played a round that day and simply watching their sons fool around. They don’t say much. They can’t really. They can only quietly enjoy each others presence, wondering where had all the time gone, all the plans they had had.

The final round for Mens Ice Hockey has arrived, Russia vs Canada for Gold, and Daniel and Dimitri can only watch and wonder to see who will come out on top, and what will happen with their parents, watching as Geno checks Sid into the boards. Sid refuses to give up, and so Canada ends up winning the Gold. Like the 2014 picture where Geno and Sid hug after the game, what the camera doesn’t see but their sons see from behind the glass is the shaking hands of Geno and the single tear from Sid.

Like in the movie, before everyone hops onto their respective planes to their respective corners of the world, Sid and Geno make sure their sons aren’t faking this time, and that they go back to who they belong to. It’s how it has to be.

Cue the rain sequence, the sad music, the umbrellas.

Sid and Daniel return to Cole Harbor, still down pouring and quiet. They don’t say anything in the car ride back to the lake house. They finally arrive at home, and take some time to unpack and get comfortable. They silently look at each other, each longing for their other halves. Daniel had become so close to Dimitri, finding out who he was and planning the whole quest to meet their fathers. Sid just missed his husband, and playing against him after fighting so hard to play with him just made him wish for retirement sooner. They hug, and with Daniel under Sids arm, quietly wander down the bank of the hill towards the dock.

Although there seem to be two people already sitting there, with their feet in the water. Geno and Dimitri turn around, identical smug looks on their faces. Dimitri says, his accent hovering somewhere between the hard Russian accent and the rounded Canadian pronunciation, “hey Dad, did you know the Penguins still have those private jets?”

“Ye-yeah, they do bud”, Sid murmurs, still looking at the tall Russian slowly making his way towards him. Daniel duck out from under his arm to sit with his twin and watch the two goofballs that are their parents figure it out.

“I made mistake of not coming for you once, Sid. I’m not do that again, no matter how brave you are.” Geno says

“And I suppose you expect me to go weak at the knees and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically and say we’ll just figure this whole thing out, a bi-continental relationship with our sons being raised here and there, and you and I just picking up where we left off, and growing old together and… And, c’mon G, what do you expect? To live happily ever after?” Sid warbles, his tired eyes welling up with long withheld tears.

“Yes—to all, except you don’t have cry hysterically.” Geno murmurs, cupping Sid’s face and wiping a lone tear as it falls.

“Oh, yes I do—” Sid is cut off as he is kissed (AKA THE BEST KISS SCENE EVER, CUE THE MUSIC)

Daniel and Dimitri can only grin and fist bump as their parents finally kiss after 16 years apart. They put and end to it when Geno starts to dip Sid into a deeper, more lurid kiss and some major groping, and they push both of them into the water.

During the epilogue with This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by Natalie Cole, scenes flash by of Geno and Sid holding hands in front of a press conference, their sons standing by their sides, as they announce their retirements from both the NHL and KHL after 20 years, and their relationship and their sons to the hockey community.

Another scene where Daniel and Dimitri attention Shattuck St. Mary’s to finish up high school before inevitable being drafted when they turn 18. It would be the first and only time they play together on the same team, Crosby-Malkin proudly spelled onto the back of their sweaters.

Another scene where they’re all playing shinny on a frozen pond somewhere, Geno getting distracted and just sweeping Sid into his arms after he scores a goal, kissing and swinging around until they both fall into a snowbank, their sons launching themselves at them at top speed.

Another scene where Daniel Crosby-Malkin from the Chicago Blackhawks and Dimitri Crosby-Malkin from the Dallas Stars face off for a Stanley Cup final

And finally, a small wedding held in Sid’s backyard in Nova Scotia, where Daniel and Dimitri stand with Flower and Tanger and Kuni and Duper and Talbo and most of Geno’s Russian buddies as their parents finally get married again, kissing happily under the sunset and the lake shining behind them.

Bonus scene: A few months after the wedding and a few days before the season starts up again, with everyone home, Sid comes down the stairs for breakfast with a strange look on his face and something in his hands. He’s a graceful 43 now, grey hairs really pushing now, so when he says “you boys up to being big brothers?” Geno spits out the tea he had been drinking and jumps up and envelops his husband.

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #the fetal alcohol syndrome possibility was glossed over #as was the playing at 12 weeks pregnant #and frankly with his personality he would be working till he popped #let me know what you think!#mpreg

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marveloustommy · 3 years

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Faith chapter 1

Alright guys - this is the first time i’ve written pretty much anything so dont expect it to be that great. Im mostly writing to get my mind off stuff so if you have any requests, feel free to send them in :) like ive said - i havent really written much so please be nice lol. Im writing this slowly but im also putting it on my wattpad Pounce500, so if it looks familiar thats why! Anyways enjoy the story

Rosie Atwood woke up to the sun shining right into her window. She could hear the movement of her family downstairs as her body fully started to wake. Rosie stretched out and heard the satisfying cracking of her joints, rolling onto her back. Dark brown hair scattered over the pillows while Rosie floundered around in her bed. Rosie’s blaring blue eyes slowly adjusted to the light as she turned to grab her phone. 9:23am April 12, 2016. Rosie unlocked her phone and went about the daily routine of a teen and checked her social media.

At 19 years old, Rosie was still living at home with her parents. She found not paying rent while trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life to be the best option, and one she didn’t necessarily mind. Her family consisted of Rosie, her mother, Patty, her father, Derek, and her 2 twin 15 year old brothers, Jace and Matt. Jace was the older of the 2 by a 15 minute delay and would never hesitate to remind his younger brother of the fact. Rosie got along with her family quite well and was always willing to help with her brothers. Ever since Rosie was a kid, she was always like a parental figure to her younger brothers. She loved them dearly.

“ROSIE” she heard Jace yell up the stairs. Damn kid was too lazy to walk up the stairs like a normal person to even see if she was awake. Matty was always the kinder one (and the least lazy). Rosie groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. She could smell breakfast being cooked, her stomach rumbled, thinking of the food she would be eating. Rosie through on a hoodie over her sleep shirt and slowly wandered to the kitchen, where she saw her brothers fighting over a piece of bacon. Reaching in between them, she took it from the twins’ joint grasp and took a bite off the end.

“Rosie, what the hell?” Jace yelled as he watched his older sister easily grab the piece of bacon between 2 fingers and raise her eyebrows at the boys.

“Jace! Language please!” Patty chastised her oldest son before turning back to the stove. Rosie looked around the room in search of her father. For 9:30am on a Tuesday morning – the kids father would be sitting in his seat in the living room watching some rerun of a sports game while sipping a coffee. She took a seat at the table next to Matt.

“Where’s dad?” Rosie turned to her mother, turning herself in her chair to face the women at the stove.

“He got called in to work a little bit today – they’ve been understaffed, and he could always use the overtime hours” Her mother stated. Rosie sighed, this happened often. Her mother used that lie around the twins, but Rosie knew the reason. Her parents never had the greatest relationship, being married young after finding out they were expecting. All to keep Rosie’s grandparents happy. Ever since then, her father has been “working” often in order to get away from the stress of having children that young. Rosie’s parents were high school sweethearts and found out at only 20 years old that they were expecting. Being raised in a religious home caused Derek to marry Patty at only 21. He didn’t regret it – Derek loved his kids, but at only 39, he got easily stressed and would take it out in yelling matches against his wife. The two fought over nothing and everything, and while her parents did a good job raising the kids, a lot of responsibility fell to Rosie.

“Dad was supposed to take us to the new Captain America movie today mom.” Matt stated. The twins had gotten into the Marvel universe after their father had showed them some comics he had found from when he was a kid. The boys had been overjoyed when they found out their father would be taking them to see, hopefully, one of the greatest marvel movies made. Patty looked apologetically to her sons, knowing how bad they had wanted to go.

“How about I take you guys?” Rosie questioned the boys after seeing how genuinely upset they had become at the knowledge of their father’s absence from the day’s events. Rosie didn’t necessarily hate the movies – she just never got invested enough to call herself a fan. Sure, she had seen all the movies once, due to having obsessed younger brothers, but she never fully paid attention to care a lot about the plot. Both her brothers heads shot up to look at her after she popped the question.

“Who wants their sister to take them to a movie?” Jace replied looking somewhat offended at the question. Rosie scrunched her nose up at the boy.

“Do you want to see the movie or not?” She replied to the stubborn kid.

“Could you just maybe……. not sit with us?” Jace came up with a compromise, really wanting to see the movie, but not wanting to be caught with his older sister. Rosie rolled her eyes but agreed, which made the boy jump up out of their seats to cheer. Rosie looked to her mother who was smiling at her daughter. Rosie and the boys excused themselves to get ready for the great day ahead of them.

Rosie took her time getting ready. It was only 10am, and the movie didn’t start until 3pm. She had plenty of time to get her self ready and looking presentable. A knock sounded through her room and Rosie walked towards it.

“We need to leave by 12:30 to make sure we can get tickets and get good seats, Rose” Matt spoke quickly when she opened her door.

“Why do we need to leave that early? I’m sure the tickets won’t be gone that fast, right?” Rosie asked in confusion. It was just a movie? Why would it be sold out nearly 3 hours before the showtime. Despite her confusion, she agreed to the curly haired 15 year old before rushing to the shower. She now only had about 2 hours before they needed to leave. Once Rosie was done in the shower, she threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a clean hoodie before starting on her makeup. She filled her eyebrows, added a little mascara and a nice wing of eyeliner to either eye before sliding on her glasses and fixing her hair. Both Rosie and Matt had been cursed with her father’s thick curly hair, where Jace got the straight thin hair of their mother. She applied some curl cream before adding a bit of gel to hold her curls in place as the day went on. She ran downstairs and threw on her black VANS before grabbing her purse and the $30 her mother gave her to get into the theatre. She yelled at the boys before saying goodbye to her mother and pushed the twins out the door. The drive to the theater wasn’t bad – but parking was another story. She drove around the block 3 times before finding a space and quickly parking the car. The 3 Atwood siblings made their way to the theater, heading inside to get tickets and seats.

“Hi, 1 adult and 2 teens for Civil War please?” Rosie smiled at the older man behind the counter. He nodded and rang the siblings through. Once she paid the man he swiveled the screen towards her to pick their seats. The 2 boys immediately picked seats as close to the middle of the theater, while the older girl picked a seat up in the top row of the theater.

“You’ll be in cinema number 2, up on the right there” The man smiled as the 3 set off to watch the newest movie in the marvel universe.

#tomholland #tomhollandxreader #mcucastfanfiction #tomhollandfanfic #spiderman #Marvel #mcu

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ohpedromypedros-main · 5 years

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The Day That Changed It All - Prologue

A/N: Hey all! So I started writing this AU the other day while I was having a bad night and I'm thinking of turning it into a mini series! Let me know what you think about it and if you'd for sure like to see more! 💕 This part is more of a backstory for the reader and how she meets Dacre.

Word count: 2k

Characters: Dacre x Reader

Pairings: Dacre x Reader

Warnings: suicide attempt, angst, major fluff toward the end

Summary: The reader is ready to end it all, strongly believing that her mental health will never get better, but after a failed suicide attempt and her stay at the hospital, she realizes she was very wrong.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing. The pain in your chest from the lack of breath due to your sobs were unbearable, yet you still continued to cry. You were overwhelmed in the worst possible way and you just wanted everything to be over. You wanted the ongoing pain you suffered through mentally and emotionally to finally be done.

No amount of therapy ever helped you. Medication did absolute squat for you, so you were at a stump. You tried, every day you tried to fight the darkness inside you, inside your mind, but inevitably it slowly began to engulf you completely. This was the end for you and there was nothing that would change that.

Or so you thought. This was the day your life would change forever.

25 years. That's how many years of life lived you were about to throw away, but you know what? You didn't care. Your mind was just too numb for you to think straight, to rationalize. If you were being honest, your mind went numb years ago.

You lived all on your own, had nobody to get you through your darkest days. Your parents abandoned you when you were 3, left you in the care of your grandparents who loved and homed you up til the days they died. You were 16 when your grandfather died and 18 when your grandmother died, both times tearing a big chunk of your heart away.

You were alone from 18 to now, your mental health worsening each year that passed without your grandparents. Now, you were sat at the edge of the railing on a bridge which stood hundreds of yards above the water below, cars driving past as if you were invisible. You were shivering, the t-shirt and cardigan you wore not quite keeping you warm from the cool fall air. The temperature didn't bother you, though. It wasn't like you'd be alive much longer to care that you were cold.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly moved to stand on the edge of the bridge just on the other side of the rail, your hands still grasping the cold metal to steady yourself until you were ready to actually throw yourself off. As you were preparing to jump, you heard the sound of tires screeching and a woman's voice screaming not to jump, but it was too late. You pushed with as much force off the rail and let your body free fall into the freezing waters below.

You opened your eyes with a few flutters of your eyelids, the hospital room lights blinding you and making the throbbing pain in your head even worse. You looked around the room with a groan, noticing you were hooked to an IV drip. You moved to sit up, but the sharp pain in your ribs had you doing otherwise. “Ow, fuck.”

With a sigh, you found the call button and pressed it, relaxing against the many pillows beneath your head while you waited for someone to show up. You remembered what you had done the night before and realized why you were in this hospital in the first place. A failed suicide. Great.

After a few minutes a nurse entered the room, closely followed by a doctor. Your breath caught in the back of your throat at the sight of him and the lack of breath caused a lot of pain in your lungs. “Ouch!” You whined, taking a few deep breaths.

“Yeah you're going to be in a lot of pain, dear.” The doctor chuckled and when he neared you, you got a good look at his name tag. Doctor Dacre Montgomery. He gave you a smile, a smile that made your heart melt.

This doctor was the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes on. His eyes were a piercing blue color, his face was sculpted so perfectly it was as if God himself made him out of pure marble. You could only imagine what lay beneath his doctors uniform.

“Would you like some meds for the pain?” Doctor Montgomery asked you, which you nodded at him in response. “Of course. I'll be back in a few. The nurse here is going to check your vitals in the meantime.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, gaze following the doctor out of the room. You didn't realize you were still staring until the nurse chuckled.

“He's a sight for sore eyes, huh?” She smiled, grabbing the blood pressure cuff off the wall and hooking it to the tube connected to the vitals machine. She wrapped it around your right arm and pushed the button to start the blood pressure reading.

“Yes he is,” you bit your lip with a smile, which the nurse noticed and chuckled again.

“He's the youngest doctor at this hospital,” she said as she removed the blood pressure cuff and recorded your readings. “He also happens to be single.” She winked, getting the rest of your vitals and recording them too.

You blushed at her words, knowing she knew you'd be curious about whether he was single or not. There was just something about him that made you forget why you were suicidal in the first place.

“Yeah?” You smiled. “But I doubt he'd have an inkling of interest in someone like me.” You shrugged your shoulders, earning yourself a shake of the nurses head.

“You never know. I'm pretty sure when they first brought you here, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.” She chuckled and you looked at her with wide eyes. “I don't think I've ever seen him work so hard on an attempted suicide victim.”

Just a few moments later Doctor Montgomery returned with your pain meds and a cup of water, which he handed to you and watched while you took them. “How were her vitals?”

“They were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I think, with your opinion as well, she'll be good to go home in no time.”

“Thank you, nurse. There's a patient down the hall that's looking for a snack, could you do that for me?” He smiled at the nurse who nodded and gave you one last smile before exiting the room. Doctor Montgomery looked back to you with a warm smile, taking the seat beside your bed. “How are you feeling? Mentally, I mean.”

You chewed your lip as you thought, not really feeling much of anything at the moment. “Honestly? I feel nothing. Not in a bad way, I don't have any negative thoughts or clouded feelings in my head. If that makes sense.” You sighed.

“It very well makes sense,” he chuckled, resting his hand over yours. “I'm glad you're feeling better. May I ask you something? If you don't mind.”

“Of course,” you smiled, heart rate picking up when he brought his gaze to your own. If you were hooked to a heart rate monitor, he would know for sure the affect he was having on you in that very moment.

“What drove you to jump off that bridge? Did something happen that drove you to it?” He only asked you this because he was genuinely curious. He wanted to know why someone as young and beautiful as you wanted to end her life.

You gave Doctor Montgomery a sad smile, explaining everything that you went through from when your parents abandoned you at the age of 3 to losing your grandparents at the age of 16 and 18, giving as much detail that you could. He listened to your every word intently, letting you get everything off your chest and even comforting you when the waterfall of tears came.

When you were finished explaining pretty much your entire life story, you looked at Doctor Montgomery with a sort of ashamed smile, which he shook his head at and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. Usually that was considered unprofessional in his field of work, but he didn't care. He wanted to show you he truly cared.

“I'm sorry you went through all of that. I'm sorry there's no one in your life who can help you through your dark days.” He wanted to say more, but his beeper began going off, signifying he was needed elsewhere. “I have to take this. I'll come see you before my shift ends. There's something I need to ask you.”

You were curious as to what he meant by that, but decided to wait until he came back to ask you what he needed to ask you. You watched as he left the room and for the first time in a long time, you felt a warmth in your heart and had the biggest of smiles on your face. You just knew, something was going to change in your life from this point on.

A few months had passed since your attempted suicide. You were holding in mentally, trying your damned hardest to get through your worst of days, but this time you didn't have to go through it alone. No, this time you had the boy whose heart you stole the moment you were wheeled into his ER. Doctor Montgomery.

Right before his shift ended the day after your attempt, he had asked if he could take you out for a coffee when you were out of the hospital and feeling better mentally. He admitted to you that you sparked something in his heart and he wanted to get to know you better.

You happily accepted his offer to take you out for coffee and after that day, he'd asked you on several more dates. He was a busy guy with his job at the hospital, but he did his best to make time for you. He truly did like you, a lot, and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

Currently you were sitting at home at your grandparent's house which you inherited after the death of your grandmother. They left you everything in their will since you were an only child, so you were pretty much set for life in the financial department.

Dacre was curled up on the couch with you in his arms, your head rested against his chest while the two of you watched a Halloween marathon. You grabbed a piece of popcorn from the bowl in your lap and held it up to his mouth. Dacre chuckled and leaned forward to grab it with his lips.

“You're adorable, you know that?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Am I?” You giggled, something you hadn't done in years until Dacre came into your life.

“Absolutely.” His Australian accent came out thickly with that single word and it made your heart race. You absolutely loved his accent.

“Why thank you.” You grinned, lifting your head up to look at him. He smiled down at you, moving one of his hands to gently rest against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, softly humming out your desires.

“Y/N?” Dacre bit down on his lip, his blue eyes locking on your gaze.

“Yes?” You smiled, cheeks burning at the sheer fact that he was gazing so intensely into your eyes.

“I, uh, I like you a whole lot. And well, I was wondering…” He took a deep breath, eyes never leaving your own. “Will you be my girl?” His heart was pounding against his chest, scared you would turn him down since you had only known each other for a short amount of time.

“I thought you'd never ask,” you whispered, leaning up to capture his lips, kissing him with a passionate force that would make any person's head spin. Dacre was quick to return the kiss, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer into him.

“So that's a yes?” He chuckled after pulling back from the kiss, earning himself a happy nod.

“Yes, Dacre. That's most definitely a yes.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him again, unable to resist the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

You were extremely grateful for Dacre. He didn't totally make your depression disappear, but he was there for you when you needed him most. He was a constant reminder that life DOES get better and you were looking forward to what your futures held.

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#dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery x you #dacre montgomery x y/n #dacre x reader #dacre x you #dacre x y/n #dacre fanfiction #dacre montgomery fanfiction #tw: suicide attempt

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justcallmenikki7 · 6 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Leaving

Summary: the ending result of what happened after you left. The boys come back to you, do you stay? Or do you leave?

Warnings: cheating, angst, language, slight suggestiveness in Yoongi’s part, and fluffiness.

Note: I’m going to work on the Maknae’s part this weekend and hopefully have it up this weekend or sometime next week. Also, I know Hoseok’s part is short but i had it planned to be like that for a reason. I also apologize in advance to the length of this.

Hyung Line (Part Two)

Jin:

It’s been a week since you’ve last seen Jin. A week may not seem like a lot, but from all of the crying and lonesome days, it’s felt like years.

He has tried contacting you, leaving you voice mails after voice mails along with texts and any other way he could contact you. And you’ve ignored them all, not wanting to face him and hear the excuses that he’s going to give.

How could you? He made you feel like shit and worthless and selfish.

So, that’s why you began job searching. Anything will due so you don’t have to sit at your apartment all day doing nothing.

Right now, you’re sat in a booth at your local coffee shop, newspapers and your laptop open, looking for any kind of job that pays well and is in your interests.

You were so focused on reading the local paper to not notice Jin walking up to you. He took a look at what you were doing and his broke at what you looking at, or for. It made him feel more shitty and disappointed in himself. Clearing his throat, loud enough for you to hear, he made himself present.

You looked up and you felt your heartbeat pick up, your palms become sweaty, and the want to cry. You both stared at each other for a good minute, taking each other in.

You both could tell that the other has slept good and haven’t been eating much because of how pale your skin was and how heavy the bags were underneath both your eyes.

Being the first one to look away, you cleared your throat before speaking. “What do you want? Yell at me more and make me feel like shit again? Cause if you are, I don’t have time for it.” Your voice came out cold.

Jin didn’t blame you for saying that, he knew that you weren’t going to welcome him back with opened arms. “Can we talk?” He asked, “Please?” His voice came out shakier and quieter.

Sighing, you nodded your head after pondering on the question for minute. A sigh of relief came from Jin before he sat down, causing your heart to skip from how eager he was to talk to you.

You’re not going to lie, you did miss him. You missed his hugs, his warm body, his smiles, his puns, you missed everything about him in this last week of not being with him. But that doesn’t give him the right to say those things and for you to forgive him easily, and you’re going to make that known.

You didn’t look up from the paper, giving Jin the silent treatment.

Im not the one who’s supposed to apologize, it’s him, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry.” Jin started out, “I’m a fucking idiot and I deserve every hateful thing that you have to say to me. I should have never, ever, said those things to you. There’s no excuse to what I had said. I hate myself for being so cold and hateful to you. You’re not ungrateful, you don’t burden me, you don’t need a damn job to make something out of your life. I love paying for you. I love knowing that I take care of you by buying you clothes, paying for your clothes, food, movies, books, makeup, onesies...” He trailed off, smiling to himself at the things he’s bought you in the past. “I’m just so fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry and I dont expect you to forgive me or want to be with me anymore, I just want you to know that I love you and that you’re not a burden, ungrateful, or lazy, and that you don’t need a job to make something out of my life. And I’m sorry for not being there for you for the last few months. You’re right, I do need to make more time for you and I will. You shouldnt have to beg for me to make time for you, for us.” He finished, his glassy eyes staring into yours.

You were quiet for a moment, wanting to take in his words.

“I’m mad,” you started, “and you did hurt me.” You pointed out. “And I still love you too, but that doesn’t mean Im just going to let this slide, Jin. You hurt me and made me feel really shitty about myself. You made me feel like I’m just a chore and something you have to worry about.” You said, expressing how you felt. You could tell that it bothered Jin by how he frowned deeply and fisted his sleeves. “But I accept your apology and it’s going to take you a bit to get my forgiveness back.”

Jin modded his head quickly, making him look like a bobble head in your opinion. “Of course, yes, anything. I won’t let you down, I promise.” Grabbing your hands in his, he squeezed them tightly, bringing them up to his lips and kissing them.

“Anything?” You asked, a small smirk playing on your lips.

A groan left his lips, realizing what he got himself into. “Oh shit.”

You began laughing, which only caused Jin to laugh. It felt like a weight had been lifted off both of your shoulders, knowing that you two made up and had each other again.

Yoongi:

13 days.

Thirteen days since you’ve last seen Yoongi and heard from him.

You were hollowed up in your old bedroom of your parents house, thankful that they were spending time at your grandparents house so they didn’t have to worry about you. You haven’t left the house since the night you left Yoongi’s apartment. And you haven’t even tried contacting him or answering the texts and calls the boys have been leaving you.

You weren’t surprised that Yoongi hasn’t even contacted you yet because of his stubborn attitude, but it did hurt knowing that he hasn’t tried to at least. It made you think that he was done with you and this is his way of showing it.

Laying in your bed, you stared at your poster covered wall, thinking about Yoongi. You thought about his well-being, his cold but can be warm hands, his scent, his sarcasm, his voice, his cuddles, his compliments and his suggestive comments, his everything.

But you also thought about if his words were true. If you really were annoying, if you really did bother him so much with your worries of his health.

Did I really bother him that much? To where he finally expressed how he felt?

Tears began streaming down your face at the thought of your assumptions being right. You always were insecure about worrying and feeling like you ask to many questions, even talking too much. And you’ve expressed those thoughts and feelings to Yoongi and he always reassured you that you didn’t. Now, you don’t know if he actually meant it.

A loud knock coming from your front door made you jump in your bed from the sudden loudness. Another knock came again along with the dinging of your door bell being rung annoyingly.

Getting up and walking to the living room, you irritatedly unlocked the door and swung it open, only to be met with Jin and Hoseok... and Yoongi.

“You two need to get whatever the fuck’s going on cleared up. Stop being childish and talk this shit out, I don’t give a fuck, just make the fuck up.” Jin commanded, shoving Yoongi into your house. Yoongi let out a growl and a ‘don’t fucking touch me.’

“You both love each other and this has to stop.” Hoseok stated, being more nicer and calmer than Jin.

And with that, the two left, closing the door behind them to only leave you and Yoongi standing awkwardly, mainly you, in the door way. You could feel the intense gaze of Yoongi’s stare on you.

Turning on your heel, you began walking back to your bedroom.

“So you’re just going to walk away like you did last time?” Yoongi’s deep gravely voice drip with sarcasm, a scoff following at the end.

Pausing in your step, you could feel anger and sadness take over your emotions. “I wasn’t the first one to walk away, you were.” You defended yourself, turning around to look at him, getting a good look at what he he looked like.

He was looking just as bad as you, maybe even worse. His natural pale skin looked paler than usual. His hair looking slightly oily and his eyes having heavy, unhealthy looking bags underneath them.

“Yeah, but i didn’t leave.”

“What did you expect me to do, Yoongi? Ignore what you said and act like everything was normal the next day? Like you didn’t throw my insecurities and concerns at me as if I was some dirt on your shoes? As if I was some kind of little buzzing noise in your ear? You made me feel like a fool by what you said. I’m so sorry that I care about your wellbeing, your health, how you’re feeling and doing, how your days going and that you’re getting plenty of food and water and sleep. I’m sorry that I’m bitching about your health. It seemed like you were perfectly fine and that you didn’t need me, so I did you a favor and left, like you were probably hoping. So, if you’re here to rant about my bitching, then do me a favor and walk out that door and never come back.” You were breathing heavily when you finished, shocked that said all of that.

“But I’m not fine.” Yoongi admitted quietly, too quiet for you to hear correctly.

“What?” You asked confused.

“I’m not fucking fine, Ive been fucking terrible ever since I realized that you left that night. I woke up selfishly thinking that you’ll be there like you usually are with that fucking perfect smile of yours, but you weren’t. So yeah, I just assumed that you went to stay at your friends. It took me until noon to realize that you haven’t texted me asking if I ate. When I got home, I realized that you were gone and I never felt more lost in my life.” Yoongi admittedly, scoffing at himself. “And you’re not annoying, you dont constantly bitch, you’re not a pest or a ‘buzzing noise in my ear.’ You’re caring, you’re loving, you’re a selfless person who I took for granted and hurt by throwing what you trusted me with most. You always call and make sure that I’ve eaten, drank enough water and that I’m not over working myself and taking enough breaks. You always bring me clothes and food in the early parts of the morning even when you’re tired, but you care more about my health than yours. And I’m so fucking sorry and I want you to know that I love you and that you mean more to me than you can imagine. I know my words and actions from that night obviously didn’t show it, but I want you to know that I do. I fucking do and I’ll do anything to show you and prove that.” He was now in front of you, his warm breath fanning your face. “But please, don’t ever leave me like that again. Please.” He pleaded, looking like a lost puppy.

You felt your tears streaming down your face. You know it’s hard for Yoongi to express his emotions, especially when it came to apologizing. So, having him say all of that made you forgive him right away. Will there be some healing after this? Yes, but that can wait.

“You’re right on the asshole part.” You teased, a small smile spreading its way across your face while your hands gripped his black hoodie.

A small smirk appeared on his face, “that’s all I get? You calling me a name?” His arms wrapping around your waist in a tight grip.

“Well you did admit to it, so I’m just agreeing to it.” Your noses rubbed against each other in an Eskimo kiss.

“Well this asshole is going to makeup for the time that he hasn’t spent with you and show you how much he loves you.” Yoongi stated.

“I think I’ll like that.”

And with that, Yoongi did show you how much he loved you that night and kept his word on proving to you how much you meant to him.

Hoseok:

“I cheated on you.”

You never imagined Hoseok ever saying those words to you. Or even admitting to them.

Shakily, “with who?” You asked, praying to God that it wasn’t with who you thought it was.

“Seo-yun.” He answered, disappointment and regret in his face.

And your prays were ignored. You had to clutch your stomach to prevent from throwing up. The images that popped into your head of the two of them made you feel even more sick.

“Was it worth it?” You asked, wanting to know the answer. “What do I not have that she does?” Hoseok looked shock from your questions. He didn’t answer, fueling your anger even more. You laughed at his quiet state, wiping away the tears of anger, vengeance, sadness, and mainly humiliation. “Want to know what’s funny, Jung Hoseok? That I didn’t trust her intentions, but in all reality I shouldn’t have trusted you and your intentions. You’re a fucking asshole and I hope, God I fucking hope, that Karma bites you right in the ass because you fucking deserve it. And I pray to God that whoever he next girl is breaks your heart like you broke mine. Now get the fuck out of my face and never come back.”

And he did, and when he did, you let yourself breakdown. And from that day on, you were never your old self. You used to be happy, loving, forgiving, and warm-hearted. Now, you became someone that is hateful, cold, unforgiving, and heartless.

All because of one boy. A boy who use to light up your world like a candle with his self. But he was the same boy who blew out your candle.

And his name is Jung Hoseok.

Namjoon:

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or heard from Namjoon. And in those three months you’ve been miserable and doing everything that you could to keep yourself busy so you didn’t think of him.

The boys occasionally check up on you to see how you were doing and if everything was alright. They made sure to not mention Namjoon or say anything that related to him, which you were grateful for.

Jungkook told you how they were finally coming home from the U.S., telling you how he got you several souvenirs.

You were worried that you were going to run into Namjoon soon since he’s now home. You still worked at the local coffee shop, which also happens to be Namjoon’s favorite coffee shop. And which happens to be where you two first met.

It was a cloudy and cold Tuesday afternoon, which made time seem to go by slowly. No one was out wandering the streets like usual due to the cold weather, which resulted in lack of customers and orders to keep you busy.

You sat on the stool that was behind the counter, doodling on a notepad too keep yourself entertained. The sound of the chimes on the door ringing had you looking up, only to regret in doing so.

There stood the person who you’ve been mourning over for three months. The person who told you that he didn’t want you anymore. The person that you’re still hopelessly in love even though he broke your heart.

When you two made eye contact it seemed as if time stood still. That everything around you paused and that you two were the only people in that room.

You both took a minute to take each other in slowly.

Namjoon looked exhausted. You saw how he had bags evident underneath his eyes. His face looked a bit oily and how his hair wasn’t it’s usual styled self - it’s more messy and unkept which isn’t like him. And he looked more skinny.

You saw how his lips formed into a smile when he saw your usual meme button on your apron that you always have on. His smile made you blush like usual, but you could see how it didn’t reach his eyes like it always did.

“Hi.” He greeted.

You wanted to cry when you heard his voice, you didn’t realize how much you’ve missed it.

“Hi, what would you like to order?” Your words tripping over each other.

“I’ll take a regular iced coffee, medium please.” Namjoon ordered, pulling out his wallet in the process.

“$3.29, please.” He handed you a $5 bill, which you put into the register and began getting his change.

“Keep the change.” Namjoon said, leaving you no room to protest.

Nodding your head, you shut the cash register before turning around to make his coffee. You could feel his burning stare into your back, making you nervous and unfocused. Only messing up once on his order, you eventually got it done.

“I lied.” Namjoon stated as you went to hand him his order.

“What?” You asked confusedly, giving him an equal confused look.

“I did want an us. I still do want an us.” He confessed, taking the coffee out of your hands to only set aside.

“Namjoon-“

“No, listen to me. I was a fucking dumbass, okay? I only said that because I knew how much I was hurting you by not always being home and with you. So, I went with this dumb idea that if I broke up with you then you wouldn’t be hurting anymore. I thought you would be happier if we weren’t together anymore since I was never around. I was wrong and I only hurt both of us. I regret doing breaking up with you, I do want an us. I always have ever since I’ve met you in this coffee shop two years ago.” Namjoon explained, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want you back. I want us back.”

You don’t know how to feel, you honestly feel like this is a dream. You do want him back, you still love him with all of your heart. Not being able to form any words, you grabbed him by his jacket collar and pulled him down so that both of your lips would meet.

Namjoon automatically responded to the kiss, his hands cupping your face and his tongue finding its way into your mouth with ease.

You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, missing him and his kisses too much. But you also felt happier and completed, finally having Namjoon back. The one person who truly knew how to make you feel happy.

Pulling away, the two of you pressed your foreheads together, smiling like fools. “I’m taking that as a yes?” He asked. Nodding your head giddily, “Yes. But that doesn’t mean that we have a lot to talk about, mister.”

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Why You? | Draco M. x Reader

A/N: AAAAA ive been reading so many draco x reader fics and wanted to try one myself,,, its nearly 1am so excuse how shitty this will be :'))) ALSO RB'S ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED,, THANK YOU 💞💞

Summary: Y/N's been awfully interested in Harry Potter ever since she met him the first day she arrived at Hogwarts. Not that everyone else did, but crushes. What else could she say? It isn't until Draco, coincidentally crushing on Y/N, spots Potter and her laughing wholeheartedly, like nothing else in the world matters. Frustration hits him unexpectedly, and he tries everything to get him to lure you to him, eventually making you his.

Word count: 1,872 words

Warnings: None. Or actually maybe just a tiny bit of cursing-

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Sitting with the golden trio, you couldn't help but laugh with them at the sight of being back together again. It all felt so right. You and Hermione arguing over who casted spells the best, while Harry and Ron had their own conversations. Being how he looked forward to going on adventures again. Just like how it used to be.

"Say, Y/N, where have you been? You know.. this past holiday?" Harry suddenly mentions, making you look up at him, confused. "What do you mean by that? You know I only spend time with my grandparents during breaks. You know I've mentioned plenty of times that my parents are gone, Harry." It takes him a while to realise what he just said, eyes widening in terror. It seemed as if your only place to call home was here. Being with your grandparents felt nice but.. you knew you were bored as soon as you were alone. They didn't understand you as much as Harry, Ron and Hermione did.

Being a half-blood, much like Harry, (way too much like him, a bit strange, actually?) you used to spend your time playing with muggles, remembering how carefree it all used to be. You somehow still had that feeling of 'being normal' left in your chest, although you loathed every single bit of it. You hated that once you had had a thought of abandoning everything relating to magic and that one day you could've left without warning. That you could never see Harry again. Or Ron and Hermione. "Erm- I apologize. I didn't mean to.. you know what I mean, Y/N-" Harry hesitated with his words, his parted lips about to speak again, until the train stopped, your gaze watching the students getting off of the train in a hurry.

"We should get going." Hermione breaks the tension and everyone's off in a matter of seconds. It only takes you minutes until both you and the trio arrive to their common rooms. "I'll see you later, I guess." You mumble and wave goodbye, unsure of what else to say to your best friends. They all wave back at you, though your back already facing them as you enter Y/H's common room. It wasn't as quiet as you remembered it being. Y/H always being a great house and never.. this agitated.

You unpacked everything, clothes perfectly stacked on top of your drawer, your robes neatly smoothed out and your hair..? Let's just say you were too lazy to brush it out. It wasn't dreadful, but it wasn't the best. You had thought back to where you and the others would meet again, your oblivious mind recalling that everyone was meeting in the Great Hall like always. How stupid could you act today? Well.. not as stupid as Harry.

You brushed the thought away from mentioning Harry, knowing yourself by now your cheeks would get rosy and you wouldn't help but stare at him in all his glory. This crush.. or whatever it was, felt too much for you. You're only in the 4th year. You're 15, goddammit. A small-big crush like that shouldn't get you so overwhelmed. And you were a year older than Harry and the others. How great was that.

You noticed the others weren't there to greet you by your Y/H common room; frankly, making you feel disappointed and rather scared than lonely. They were probably busy and forgot.. Right? Your eyes were faced towards the ground, speed walking to the Great Hall, hands by your side while your mind focused on none other than the boy you were trying to forget about. Your feelings towards him mattered so much to you, what if he couldn't love you back? He couldn't love you. If he was seen with you; how your whole year would look in disgust and hatred. You didn't want that. Your mumbling was growing louder now, wanting to erase everything you were thinking of right now, until-

"Could you please get out of my way?!" You yell bluntly at the stranger who nearly knocked you out, your petite physic being such a struggle. Meeting his stare, your brows furrowed impatiently. "Well, pardon me, Y/L/N. Want me to get you a fucking plaster? Oh, do you need to go back to your mummy and daddy?" This guy was already getting on your nerves. How did he know your name? Who was he again? You only saw him a couple of times in your lessons last year, you being way too unlucky and having to work with him for one of Snape's assignments. Good thing that that was the last time you had to work with him. Until now.

"Why are you looking at me like you've seen death?" Your cheeks unconsciously redden, embarrassed by how long you were emerged by his blue eyes. They were far too bright for a guy like him. It didn't seem.. normal. "Uh, no reason. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. In fact, you're part of this too so, I'm not exactly sure as to why you're standing here waiting for something to happen." You catch your usual self again, stepping beside him and walking in the Great Hall, looking for your friend's glances and finally heading towards them. For now, you didn't want to mention what had happened earlier, not wanting to create any weird atmosphere. "Sorry for being so.. late. It isn't usually like me to arrive after you guys. My apologies. Sincerely."

They all shake their heads in silence, giving warm smiles and waiting for whatever was about to start. It was pleasant, having to be back where you always felt safe and at home, in comfort of your friends whilst not having to worry about anything else. Or so you thought.

After dinner and messing about with everyone, you gave out one last chuckle and looked around the hall. You turned around, the one and only Malfoy was staring at you. He didn't seem to care when you mumbled incoherent names at him under your breath, like he could manage to hear you throughout all the talking. Why did he keep on placing his filthy eyes on you? You knew damn well you were quite a great looking person but, to be focusing on you and only you? Sounded a bit like a creep to you.

It was all the opposite, Draco not only being able to recoil himself away from you, but to end up staring at you all the goddamn time. He couldn't help it. "She already thinks I'm a creep. Just.. fuck! What am I suppose to do now? Sit and wait? She'll never take interest in me after what happened." He rambled, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson being around him wasn't helping. "What do you fancy about that squib, anyway? She's useless, Malfoy." Pansy mentioned, leaving Draco pissed and annoyed. "She's not a mudblood! I don't think she is anyway.." He prayed she wasn't anywhere near to being one, though if being a half-blood would probably be more likely. He hoped.

Everyone finally left to their dormitories, leaving you and trio last out of the hall. You couldn't help but notice a particular blonde, hiding behind a statue. You knew just long he'd been keeping an eye on you, the constant staring and mentioning your name being way more irritant than expected. When was Malfoy ever going to get off of your back? You'd just got back, too!

"Hey, Harry? Could I just, talk to you? Alone?" He happily obliged, Hermione and Ron knowing exactly what to do next. You two didn't even say goodnight. "Y/N? What's the matter?" You stood still, nearly forgetting what you were about to spill to him. "Well.. I uh? I'm not sure. Every since I got back, I've been feeling way too- How do I put it.. distant from everyone else. Especially you. And I wanted you to know first. Since you're one of my closest friends and I trust you. A lot." You didn't realise how close you two were, inches apart from colliding into each other. Your heart was beating fast, the world around you was a blur. Only Harry was there. Only him.

"That's quite alright, Y/N. There's no reason to feel so ashamed. I agree that you've been fairly quiet and you seem to have taken a liking to.. Malfoy? I presume that's the reason why he's over there, remarkably obvious about his hiding place." And you felt your heart break, how could he not see? See how close you were. Inches away from his tender lips. Inches away from being his partner. You didn't want to go with any of it, letting your actions take over you. A red mark was slowly beginning to reveal itself on Harry's cheek. He was left gobsmacked as you left, on the edge of crying.

Draco had seen everything. When you were millimeters away from kissing. To when you slapped him across the face. Amused while yet to be shocked, he quietly followed you, making sure no one else followed him back. Otherwise, being accused of liking this one hell of a Malfoy, you stopped and rested yourself against a wall, to which you slid down on the floor with your head buried in your knees. You felt awful to have slapped your crush. Harry, even. You felt guilty. You wanted to erase everything you've ever experienced today. Surely, this was the worst day you had had so far. It sure could get worst.

You thought you were alone again, the hallways being empty and quiet, just to be filled with your own soft sobs. "Well, well, well. Does Miss Y/L/N feel bad for slapping her non-existent boyfriend?" You heard a harsh but smooth voice talking and you instantly shot your head up. "Go away, Malfoy. He doesn't like me anyway." You reply, swallowing hard and keeping your eyes locked together. He laughed, perhaps a little too mockingly and abruptly shuffled your hair. "Rest, Miss Y/N/L. You don't want those brats, Weasly, Potter and that mudblood worrying." He gave you an annoyed look, as if he regretted you leaving him from his sight. It was odd. Malfoy interacting with someone from Y/H. He wasn't as cold like before dinner too.. What was this?

"If this is some kind of lame prank, it isn't funny. However, I shall get going. I don't want to waste my time with you, Malfoy. I have much better things to be doing than you trying to desperately get on my good side. It isn't working, if you were wondering. Goodnight." With that, you fled from the extremely attractive blonde, which by the way, you were never mentioning that to anyone. If they found out, your relationship with the others could end up in a fatal disaster. Nobody wanted that. Draco whispered a 'goodnight', finding the way you said his name adorable. He left without any trace of ever being here. Draco heading back to his dorm and spending his time thinking about you.

Who knew a guy like him would soon enough make his way into your heart?

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Get Well Soon (One-Shot)

Hey everyone! So I'm super duper excited about the new Hey Arnold: Into the Jungle movie coming out in a few days that I just HAD to write some fanfiction about one of my favourite couples! I can't wait to see the movie and I hope you all like this! This lovely prompt was given to me by @heyarnoldlovexoxo!

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Helga G Pataki let out a frustrated groan.

This was all football head's fault.

That wasn't entirely true but hell, she needed someone to blame. At the thought of this she turned her head to look at Arnold Shortman, her beloved, who was sitting a few seats away from her.

They were both in detention.

She could see how annoyed he was with being in detention and she sighed. He just had to play hero didn't he?

It was all because she had been having a bad day.

Her sister, Olga I-am-so-great-at-everything Pataki, had come home from Atlanta last night and tried to do some ‘sisterly bonding’ which obviously hadn't worked. Olga then had the amazing idea to wake her up at the crack of dawn to make breakfast for her parents. So by the time she had gotten to school, she was in a foul mood and her day hadn’t gotten any better.

She had forgotten her English homework at home and seeing the disappointment on Mr. Simmons face was enough to make her feel awful. She didn’t like majority of the teachers but he was an exception. He always encouraged her and she would be lying if it didn’t motivate her to do better. By the time recess started, she just wanted to go home and sleep. Her best friend, Phoebe had already sensed that she wasn’t in the best of moods and thankfully refrained from asking questions.

The peace didn’t last long.

Harold had started to tease her to a point where she was about to sucker punch the guy when Arnold just had to jump in and try to stop her.

She would never hurt her beloved but hell, why did he have to test her? A teacher had stopped them and had seen the screaming match between her and Arnold and had given both of them detention.

Helga sighed her attention turning back to the page in front of her. Their punishment was to write an essay on ‘Why violence isn't the answer’ but she'd much rather write an essay on how the light caught her darling beloved’s golden hair or his gorgeous blue eyes.

The teacher in charge of watching them was Mr. Simmons who was marking math tests when he announced, “ Arnold, Helga, I’m just going to the photocopy room to get something. I won’t be long.”

Without another word he walked out the room and closed the door behind him and immediately Helga started talking to Arnold.

“I seriously can’t believe you Football head!”

At these words, Arnold turned his head and sighed at the bully. Helga noticed that Arnold was already done with his essay and wanted to scream.

Why was he so perfect at everything?

“Believe what, Helga?”

“That you’d decide to play hero! Now you’re stuck in detention too!”

She crossed he arms and glared at him.

“Helga, are you saying that I shouldn’t of stopped you?”

“Well yes! Now you’re stuck here and doing a boring essay all because you just had to stop me! Crimany! Can’t you just let me pummel a guy when I feel like it?”

Helga let out a huff of annoyance and to her surprise she saw a small smile on Arnold’s face.

“Well, violence isn’t always the answer Helga.”

“Are you just directly quoting from the essay or is that actual advice, football head?”

“Maybe, but I know that it’s unusual for you to just lash out at someone. Normally it’s an insult or witty comment but you never lash out. Are you okay?”

Helga froze. Was she really that transparent that Arnold could see how she was feeling? Did that mean he knew how she felt about him?

“Of course I’m okay! I-uh- just had a bad sleep and I ended up waking up really early!” she said confidently.

Arnold raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever you say Helga-”

Arnold’s eyes widened and he clutched his side. Helga looked at him with a confused expression.

“Football head? Are you-?”

Arnold fell to the floor and Helga screamed.

“Arnold!”

She ran to his side and broke out into a sweat. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t know what to do! Help! Somebody!”

Mr Simmons burst through the door and stared at the two ten-year olds.

“Helga, we need to take Arnold to the hospital. This doesn’t look like something the nurse can deal with. Let’s go to my car.”

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Helga gripped the cup of juice so tightly that Mr. Simmon’s was afraid that it would break. They were waiting outside Arnold’s hospital room waiting to see Arnold. She stared at the wooden door and took a sip of her juice and covered her face with her hands.

According to the doctors, Arnold had appendicitis and he had gotten severe cramps while he was in detention. The doctors had immediately taken him in for surgery and Helga nearly fainted on the spot.

“He’s not gonna die is he?” Helga had screamed as they had taken her beloved to the operating room with Mr. Simmon’s restraining her. Mr. Simmons assured her that since they had gotten him to the hospital and that his appendix was going to be removed, he would be fine.

Arnold was currently asleep and the nurse said that once he woke up, she could visit him. Helga had been waiting for an half an hour and she was getting antsy. Suddenly two figures ran down the corridor and stopped in front of Helga and Mr. Simmons.

Helga recognized them as Arnold’s grandparents, Grandpa Phil and that crazy wife of his, and she felt a little bit relieved that some of Arnold’s family was there.

“Is Arnold okay? We raced over immediately after you phoned us,” panted Grandpa Phil.

“He’s alright Mr. Shortman, Arnold had appendicitis and collapsed in detention. The doctors have already operated on him and he is currently asleep. You can visit him once he’s awake.”

“Oh thank heavens! You hear that, Pookie? Arnold is going to be right as rain!”

Grandpa Phil hugged Pookie and noticed Helga sitting silently in her chair, looking at the floor.

“Oh, this is Helga. She was with Arnold when he collapsed and called for help. She’s in a bit of a shock but was very brave. She helped me carry him to the car and was calm the entire way through,” said Mr. Simmons with a smile.

Helga didn’t feel brave. She had been shaking furiously when she carried Arnold to the car and had been on the verge of a meltdown in the car. It was a miracle that she hadn’t fainted at all.

“Well then! I thank you, Helga! That must’ve been quite a traumatic experience for you but you saved our boy!” grinned Grandpa Phil and Pookie gave Helga a bone-crushing hug.

“Can’t...breathe..!” Helga gasped and Pookie let go and giggled.

Helga gave the old couple a smile and a nurse walked out of Arnold’s room.

“Arnold is awake. You may see him now,” the nurse said with a smile and Helga ran into the room. She saw him sitting up in his bed, still looking sleepy and his hair looked ridiculous. She ran to his bed and threw her arms around him. Arnold was surprised at the sudden gesture of affection but slowly put his arms around her.

“Don’t ever do that again, football head,” she whispered and felt the tears drip from her cheeks.

“Well I only had one appendix, so I promise it won’t happen again, Helga,” he said.

Arnold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was Helga Pataki crying because she was worried about him?

Helga let go of him and stood up from his bed. He looked so small in his hospital gown and he had an IV drip attached to his arm.

“I think I need to sleep for a thousand years because I’m exhausted,” murmured Helga and Grandpa Phil put a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for caring about our boy, Helga. It’s late and I think you should be getting home. Do you want us to drop you off at home?”

“It’s okay. You spend time with football- I mean- Arnold. Mr. Simmons can take me home.”

Mr. Simmons nodded and they said their goodbyes.

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The school was a buzz of news the next day because of Arnold being in the hospital.

Helga had found out from Phoebe that Arnold had to stay at the hospital overnight to recover and naturally, if people didn’t know the full story of events….they tended to get a little twisted. She had heard many different stories about Arnold. The one that he had been attacked by an intruder after school and had to be rushed to hospital was currently the most ridiculous one and Helga chuckled to herself. She was planning to visit him after school to just check how he was doing.

“Class, there’s a math test tomorrow, so please study hard!” said Mr. Simmons as he handed out revision worksheets. There was wave of disappointed groans.

“Darn it, I was planning to visit Arnold after school but I have to study for this test. I can’t fail math,” groaned Gerald.

Helga sat up and felt a little sorry for Gerald. He just wanted to visit his friend but now he couldn’t because of the test. She sighed and nudged Phoebe.

“Hey, hair boy!” she whispered to Gerald. He groaned and turned to face her.

“What do you want?” he asked. Helga rolled her eyes.

“Listen up, I’m planning to visit football- Arnold after school so if you want...you can make him a card and I’ll give it to him.”

Gerald’s eyes widened and he looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.

“What? Why would you visit him?”

“Ugh, I was with him when he collapsed okay? He had appendicitis and I helped. Can you blame me for want to see if he’s okay since I literally had no idea what was wrong with him and thought he was dying?” Helga said in a whole breath.

“Wait..you were there?!” Gerald exclaimed.

Helga ran her hand down her face and took a deep breath.

“Are you going to make him a card or not, hair boy?”

Gerald nodded slowly and Helga grinned.

“Oh and I’m sure Phoebe can help you study for the test tomorrow, right Pheebs?” Helga nudged her small friend who had gone a brilliant red.

“Y-yeah, s-sure!”

Gerald grinned and Helga noticed the blush on his cheeks.

“Have that card ready by the end of today, otherwise no card for Arnold.”

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Arnold’s jaw dropped when he saw Helga stroll into his hospital room with her arms full of cards and flowers. He also noticed the ‘GET WELL SOON’ balloon tied around her wrist and the how out of breath she was.

“Helga- what is this?”

Helga dumped the cards on his bed and put the flowers on the desk next to his bed.

“I swear you have way too many friends,” she groaned as she untied the balloon and tied it to the bed and looked at him.

Gerald had told their whole class that a ‘messenger’ was going to take get well soon cards to Arnold after school since they all had to study math and the whole class had immediately started working on their cards. Helga was happy that he didn’t mention her. The last thing she needed was the class teasing her about caring. When Gerald handed Helga more than thirty cards all from students and teachers as well as flowers and a balloon she thought the delivery would be impossible. Thankfully she had managed.

“So? Read them!” she huffed and sat down at the end of the bed.

Arnold looked at all the cards and picked up the first one he saw. It was from Gerald. And the next one was from Lila then Eugene then Rhonda then Phoebe and- he had received cards from almost everyone he knew. He read each one, his smile growing bigger and bigger. Once he had finished the last one he looked at Helga.

“Helga this is….thank you.”

“Well you should thank your friends. We have a math test tomorrow so most of them couldn’t visit you so I told them to make cards instead.”

Arnold was silent.

“But...why would you visit me? I thought you hated me?”

Helga froze and she mentally slapped herself.

“I-I was worried okay? I went through a really traumatising experience yesterday football head and I had no idea what appendicitis was until the doctors said so! I thought you were dying! Can you blame me for being worried? I mean who would I call football head if you died, right? Hahah,” she laughed nervously.

Arnold stared at her before smiling.

“But...you just said that there’s a math test tomorrow...don’t you need to study?”

Helga glared at Arnold, the faintest blush on her cheeks.

“Arnold can you just leave the situation alone and read all your cards otherwise I’ll hit you so hard you’ll need another surgery.”

“Okay, Helga,” he said with a smile.

The nurse came in with a bowl of soup and Helga ushered her out.

Helga watched as Arnold started to eat but she noticed he was having difficulty.

“Jeez, if you want help just ask football head.”

She scooted closer to him and took the bowl and spoon in her hands. She scooped up a small amount of soup and blew on it before stopping the soup in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and closed it around the spoon and ate the soup. Helga repeated the process until the soup was all eaten and she put the bowl on the side.

Arnold noticed a pink card on his bed that he hadn’t read yet and picked it up.

“I missed one...it’s really pretty,” he murmured as he opened it and Helga nearly fell off the bed.

“Arnold no-! Don’t read it-!”

Arnold had already opened the card and his eyes widened as he began to read out loud.

Arnold.

I can’t believe you have so many people that care about you. It’s actually sickening.

Anyway, I’m happy you’re feeling better. It was scary going through that experience with you yesterday and I guess I’m happy you’ll be back at school in no time. It’s really boring without you. I suppose I do care about you...a little. I mean I decided to not study for math to visit you instead but you’ll probably never read this, since I’ll burn it after I visit you.

Good to see you again, Arnold.

Love Helga

Arnold looked at Helga who was dying internally.

“That...fell out of my p-pocket and y-you were n-never supposed t-to read i-it.”

Arnold was silent and Helga wanted him to say something, anything.

“I knew you cared….deep down. Thank you for all of this Helga.”

He gently crawled to the end of the bed and hugged her.

“Thank you,” he repeated and Helga slowly put her arms around him. The hug lasted a good two minutes and the sun was just starting to set, bathing the hospital in golden warmth.

After the hug, Helga cleared her throat.

“Well Arnold if any of this- and I mean any of this- gets back to the gang at school...you’ll wish you had appendicitis all over again,” she threatened but she knew that she was blushing.

Arnold grinned.

“Whatever you say Helga, whatever you say.”

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