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em0uvante · 3 years

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Amaranthine

Chapter three

TRIGGER WARNING:

- MENTIONS OF DEATH

- VIOLENCE

I love you all, enjoy.

"remember the sorting hat ceremony bubba?" i ask draco, interrupting his boring lecture. he grunts, ending his sentence.

"asshole, but yeah, i do. what about it?" he mutters the beginning, gradually getting louder.

"i don't know, i just want to go back. i miss it." i huff, laying my head on draco's lap.

"but we still go to this school? what do you mean?" he pets my hair gently, making sure not to pull on it.

"i don't know. i guess i want to go back in time, before everything went in the gutter." my eyes well up with tears which i pat away with my palms.

draco lifts me off his lap into his arms, holding me tightly. i quickly wipe my tears on his clothed shoulder. i sit back up. draco takes my chin in between his index finger and thumb, staring into my eyes. his soft lips meet my cheek, cooling my nerves. i let out a prolonged sigh, eyes closing shut.

"it's over now annie, you're safe know. i'll never leave your side. promise." draco holds out his pinky finger, i take it in mine. our foreheads meet, resting against each other.

"sorry i got your shirt all wet." i sniffle waiting for draco to reply.

"i wasn't gonna say anything because you're sad, but yeah, pretty gross." we share a low chuckle, draco pokes at my side. i squirm myself off his lap, falling to the floor. draco only points his finger and laughs.

"you are so mean! ugh, why do i have to live with you?" i shout from the floor, draco holding out his hand to pick me up.

"well, i have to go to potions, and you need to get yourself to herbology. walking with me or not annie?" he slides his robes on, waiting for an answer.

"yeah, i'll walk with you. but only because you have no other friends." i stick my tongue out at him, face contorting in a confused manner.

"says you! i'm your only friend you prune," he remarks stubbornly. "and for your information, i have blaise, and- um..." draco trails off while i collect my belongings for class. i shake my head at him, chuckling to myself. i hear a subtle knock on the door. my eye rests against the peephole.

"hey mister popular, astoria greena- i mean uh astoria greengrass. she's behind the door, waiting for you."

"oh! i didn't know she was stopping by." he scrambles to ruffle out his hair. my eyes roll to the back of my head out of disgust. astoria greenass has draco wrapped around her finger.

the pair met when they were put together for a potions project last year. he was amazed by her beauty, and fell head over heels in love with her. this is what i assume, of course. they have been inseparable since. i'm not sure why, but i really really hate astoria.

"your hair looks fine bubba." i say, peeking my head out of the bathroom where i was hiding from the devil herself.

"don't call me bubba! astoria is here!" he whisper-shouts, opening the door for astoria. draco's pale complexion lights up when he sees astoria's. i feel a wave of heat flows down my spine. her presence ignites a strong fire inside of me.

astoria is wearing her robe, tie, and her long brown locks are tied with a emerald colored ribbon. i don't know why draco fancies astoria to such extent. although, her lack of personality and gorgeous genes are probably enough for him.

"pepperpup! i missed you so much!" draco engulfs her into a hug, astoria wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"aw i missed you as well babe." she replies, kissing his cheek softly. i notice draco's face turn beet red when her lips touch his upper jaw bone.

"babe? i didn't know you guys were snogging! good thing draco got headgear when he did." i wittily interrupt. their heads whip around towards the couch, huffing at my comment.

"we're no-"

"indeed we are. we have been for a month today." she grins, pulling draco into her arms for the second time today. draco's face goes blank, his eyes glued to my hands. which were fiddling with the snake ring on my left middle finger.

"oh really? that's so cool! i'm thrilled for you both," i manage to mutter out, counting down from fifty in my head to control my growing rage. "anyway, i have to go to class. have a good day you two. i'll see you tomorrow for the quidditch game." i quickly gather my bag and sprint out the door, slamming it behind me.

(ONE HOUR AND FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES LATER)

"are you feeling alright darling? you look, sickly." my friend aera asks. her hand caresses mine in a soothing manner, snapping me back into reality.

"yeah! i'm good. wanna grab something to eat? i'm starving." aera's fingers stop and her face holds an unconvinced look. aera is far too intelligent to believe my lies.

"do you think i'm a bloody imbecile? i insist you tell me what dilemma you are facing this instance." she states, all whilst lacing her shoes to go to dinner.

"no i don't, but there is nothing wrong with me aera. really." she raises her eyebrow quizzically. her alluring eyes stare deeply into my soul, searching for the truth. aera's head slowly turns as the rest of her body goes still.

"fine! draco and astoria are dating but i hate her stupid brat face! ugh, i hate her so much!" i scream, allowing anyone in the common room to hear.

"divulge me in your problems. toni, why do you loathe her to such extent?"

"i literally have no idea. maybe because draco is obsessed with her, and is a dickhead to me when she is around. or because draco calls her pepperpup, god that's so stupid. pepperpup, like she's a fucking dog. i'm sorry, excuse my language, they just make me so angry!" my feelings pour out into the world while i scream my lungs out. aera just stays silent and nods her head, waiting for me to finish.

"thank you for sharing with me. let's head to dinner." she takes my hand in hers and leads me to the great hall, which is jam-packed full of ravenous students.

"can we eat in your dorm? i don't want to sit by him tonight." i ask, hiding my face in the beanie i'm wearing.

"i'm afraid not hun. besides, i have a date tonight. goodbye!" with that, aera is gone like the wind. just like that i'm standing by myself in the middle of the great hall.

i try my best to be discreet while getting my dinner plate. ham, carrots, a bun and some mash are what i grab to eat. after gathering my food, i eat it as fast as possible making sure not to draw attention to myself. i hear blaise call my name, meaning draco was near. i turn my head to the person next to me, pretending to be in a conversation.

as i'm trying to 'converse' with the girl next to me, i feel a harsh tap on my shoulder. i look up to find blaise zabini roughly tapping me, signaling for me to sit with them. them being blaise, pansy, astoria, and draco.

"nettie! come on and sit with us mate! draco won't stop asking for you." he mumbles the last part so only i could hear. i shrug, pick up my plate and walk over to the group. draco's glum expression lights up, his eyes filling with joy.

"nice to see you again antoinette! we were just chatting about the quidditch game tomorrow. ravenclaw versus slytherin! should be a good one." astoria states, her bright smile never dropping. i ball my fist when i hear my full name come out of her mouth.

"don't ever call me antoniette you dumb bitch!" i shout, standing up from my seat. my hand nearly collides with her face, but someone's hand stops it. draco's eyes bore into mine, telling me to calm down. i let my hand fall back to my side, the same angry expression plasters my face.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't know! i swear!" astoria cries, pansy holding her tightly. the disappointed face on pansy grows.

"if you didn't know, maybe you could have fucking asked! did you not notice the fact that nobody around calls me fucking antoinette!?! jesus christ astoria, are you that fucking stupid!?!" i scream, tears spilling from astoria's eyes. i feel like i could punch a hole into the earth with my one fist.

"oh my god toni, take a rest. you sound fucking crazy." blaise says calmly, only fueling my fire more. i hate that word, hate it. draco knows that. i tilt my head to the side, thinking of all the ways i could kill everyone at this table. draco clears his throat, finally stepping in.

"annie, let's go to our room. i'm growing very sleepy. come on darling." he takes my hand in his, but i pull back from him.

"are you fucking joking? i will tie your brain stem to your shoe laces, you stupid fucking idiot. god, why are you friends with such brain dead morons? call me crazy again zabini, do it. i dare you. come on, little bitch, do it! i'll kill yo-" draco looks at me again, signaling that he needs me to leave with him.

"what, you can't take being called crazy? astoria didn't know any better! what, are you mental?"

"blaise, enough! i can't believe how fucking childish you're being right now. fucking prick." draco shouts at him, blaise flinching at his harsh words. i'm already halfway across the great hall, taking my plate with me. draco runs to catch up with me, not looking behind himself once.

(12 MINUTES LATER)

"annie, you okay in there? i'm sorry about what blaise said. it was out of hand." draco knocks on the door gently. three knocks. just like mum. i hate when he does that.

i'm crying when draco started knocking on the bathroom door. i quickly wipe my eyes and let myself out. i sit down on the satin green couch.

"i'm completely fine draco. it was my fault. i'm a horrible monster, just like mother said." i state calmly, grabbing my wand polish. draco shakes his head and sits down next to me.

"don't be like that annie. don't try to hide your feelings from me." he takes the wand polish from my hand. i give my attention to him, which i know is what he wanted.

"she didn't deserve that. i know she didn't mean any harm. she's a real sweetheart. i'm just an asshole." i admit, twirling a piece of hair between my fingers.

"you're not an asshole, annie. you can't control it. i know that, they don't."

"that's beside the point. i'm a bad person. that's the truth and it always fucking will be. astoria did nothing wrong." i get up, pacing around the room.

"she triggered you, whether she meant it or not." draco grumbles, pulling his hair loosely.

"it's fine. it's over now. i'm going back to my room." i get up and head out.

"annie, don't go. we need to talk." he mumbles, standing up from his spot on the couch.

"draco there's nothing to talk about. you and astoria are dating, you didn't tell me, and your friends are douches. goodnight." and with that, i'm out of the door, heading to my own room.

(14 MINUTES LATER)

after taking off my school clothes i run a bath for myself. i grab the bath salts i bought from hogsmeade and sprinkle some in. i let the lavender scented salts absorb me completely, taking in the fragrance.

after the water is warm enough, i gently slide into the tub. the water relaxing my tense muscles. a long sigh leaves my mouth as i lather soap onto my body. once i rinse it off, i submerge myself under the water, making my body feel still and peaceful.

peace. something i never get to feel. water is peaceful. so calm and tranquil. maybe if i drown myself, the water will let me be peaceful. that's a good idea. death will make me peaceful. i want it so fucking badly. but i will never will.

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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Faux Diplomacy p.1

pairing: draco x femilvermornymugglebornslytherin(a mouthful i know)!reader

request: no, i’ve just always wanted to write this

warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking, and most importantly, the reader has a moment where she thinks of inducing vomiting (not for a disorder but for a reason totally unrelated). if you’re sensitive to that then i suggest maybe skipping the part where she describes the slytherin boy dormitories. also, drink “spiking” (not date rape drugs though, just veritaserum)

summary: ilvermorny exchange fic during 6th year. reader is sorted into slytherin along with nearly all of the other exchange students. they realize they may be there for another reason than just for diplomacy when they discover that all of them are muggleborn. slow burn for draco...you’re supposed to hate him in the beginning.

a/n: i drafted this in the very beginning of summer without the intent of showing it to anyone, so this is a pretty large step in my writing journey. feel free to share your thoughts and feedback in the replies, i’m always here to hear them! more requests are coming soon and i’ll try and whip out another original idea once i slough through the requests i have right now. also: the best friend and the reader are going to be very affectionate, and i apologize if that’s not your thing. it’s just how i interact with my friends and i like to insert my favorite people in my stories, even when it isn’t very smooth. also if you’re wondering why i have so many fics based in 6th year it’s because i always found that to be the hottest year for draco lmao

music recs: i listened to a lot of lorde when i wrote this for some reason. i couldn’t tell you why but i did lol

word count: 2,038

“This is ridiculous.”

“What?”

I turned around to look at my roommate and best friend, Bella, who was sitting sprawled out on my bed and repeated the sentiment.

“This is ridiculous. My application status is still ‘review’, and everyone else already got their acceptance letter. Do you think it means they’re trying to find a nice way to reject me?”

Bella rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, with your grades and qualifications, they’d be a fool to not let you go. I got in. Hell, even Peter got in!”

Her comment made me crack a smile. Peter was in our year, sure, but a whole idiot. He was probably the lowest ranked person in Y/I/H. His parents were super loaded, though.

“Plus,” Bella added, “Hogwarts doesn’t have much experience with muggle electronics. I hear they switched to electric acceptances for foreign matters for efficiency purposes since they were so sick of losing owls over the Atlantic. They’re a bunch of old geezers that might still be looking for the send button on your acceptance email.”

“Wait.” Y/N froze as she saw something pop up in her inbox from Hogwarts’ administration. “I think they sent me something.”

Suddenly, the hot August air was more stifling than ever. Y/N had an urge to get up and open her window, but she couldn’t leave her laptop. Her eyes were glued to the email.

“You gonna open it, or...”

“YES! Fine, I’ll do it.” Y/N’s hand clicked on the email and hid her face. Bella’s hands began prying her fingers away from her face.

“You’ve gotta see it, Y/N. You’ve gotta look!”

Y/N allowed her hands to drop, peering at the screen in front of her.

No way. No way.

It took her a minute to actually comprehend the words “Congratulations!” on the screen, but once she did, her entire body began vibrating with electricity.

“Oh my GOD!”

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” Bella shrieked, jumping off Y/N’s bed and grabbing her. The two girls clung to each other while Bella spun them in circles until they fell on the bed with dizziness.

After the Hogwarts acceptance letter, Ilvermorny reached out to the students as well to detail their departure. The 16 students selected--a rather odd number, Y/N thought--were to meet on the Ilvermorny grounds at 6am on September 1st. Dumbledore himself had prepared 4 portkeys for the students and expected them to teleport to Hogwarts using them.

As far as Y/N was concerned, this day couldn’t come soon enough. It was time for her to get away from the loudness of America.

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The first thing Y/N saw was a very old witch standing in front of her small group of peers. She was wearing a traditional witch hat, something no one ever did back in America.

“Welcome, students.” Y/N was taken aback by just how delicate her voice was. She always forgot how diverse accents were in Europe. “I am Professor McGonagall. We are so pleased to have you joining us for this school year.”

The elegant old lady fiddled with her eyeglasses before she continued.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it appears as though there won’t be enough time to sort each and every one of you. We do have a rather large group of first years and would prefer to keep things moving along.”

Everyone groaned in unison. Who did this lady think she was, taking away their chances at being sorted by the infamous Sorting Hat?

“Thankfully,” she continued, “The head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape, was gracious enough to take all of you in. It appears as though there are exactly 16 open beds in their dorm, so it works famously. I expect you all to behave yourselves and represent your country well so that we’ll consider taking exchange students next year. We have no qualms with sending students home who don’t follow the rules.”

Everyone nodded, nervously glancing around the group. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if people were going to be sent home, or if that was simply an empty threat.

“Well, come along then!”

McGonagall ushered the nervous group of witches and wizards across the courtyard and into a giant dining hall, much larger than the one Ilvermorny boasted.

As the students entered, the soft chatter that had filled the room faded away as the Hogwarts students examined the newcomers. Whispers replaced the chatter once they saw a magical display above them unfurl an american flag.

So much for getting away from that obnoxious American stereotype Y/N thought bitterly. What’s next, magical reenactments of the Vietnam War?

“Students,” McGonagall called. “Sit at the Slytherin table.”

A long but well kept fingernail motioned to the long table on the right side, filled with students wearing green.

“Good thing green looks great on both of us!” Bella whispered into Y/N’s ear. She giggled.

“Yellow and red wash me out. We got lucky.”

Unfortunately for the girls, everyone else had gotten to the table first, leaving only two open seats open. When they saw who was across from them, they began to understand why they were the least desirable seats.

One platinum haired boy and a dark haired girl occupied the seats, both wearing disgusted looks.

“Hello, I’m-” Y/N’s timid attempt at an introduction was cut short when the dark haired girl cut in.

“We know why you’re here.”

“Excuse me?” Bella looked ready to kill.

“She said,” the blond boy met Y/N’s eyes, “We know why you’re here.”

“Uh...yeah, the weather’s great this time of year.” Y/N tried to push for a laugh, but clearly it wasn’t coming.

“No, you idiot.” The girl raised one eyebrow. “Do you not know?”

“Well, whatever you think you know wasn’t deemed important enough to mention to US, so fuck off,” Bella answered.

“Jesus, Bella, we can at least be nice,” Y/N interjected. “Can you tell us? We probably already know, but sti-”

“No.” The blond boy looked slightly amused at our curiosity. “You’re right. It’s so important that of course you would know. Pansy and I are just playing with you. That’s all you mudbloods are good for, anyways.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. Blood purity discrimination? That shit was outlawed years ago in the US. If anyone even mentioned the term “muggleborn” in a less than positive light, they were blacklisted.

“What did you just call us?”

“Perhaps you need to get your ears checked,” the girl shot back. “You heard him.”

Y/N sucked in a breath. She’d woken up at 5 for this.

“So tell me, Pansy.” Y/N leaned over the table. “Was it an accident? Or were you just born with a pug face?”

The girl turned bright red but maintained her composure.

“I’m sick of talking to you,” she finally said.

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“Oh, bitch, you got her!” Bella was cackling to Y/N in the privacy of her dorm room. “You were like, ‘do tell me’, and the second those words left your lips, I was like, oh no, here it comes...”

They both ugly laughed on the bed together until their sides hurt.

“Blondie was kind of hot though,” Y/N admitted.

“Kind of. I guess, if you’re into racists.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not.” Y/N chucked a pillow at Bella/s head, just narrowly missing it and instead hitting her suitcase.

A knock on their door sounded, stopping their shenanigans. Bella crept up to open it and saw Laurel, another girl from their year, with a few other kids.

“The Slytherins are throwing a welcome party for us in the common room,” Lucy informed them. “The nice ones are, at least.”

“There’s nice Slytherins?” Bella asked sarcastically. “Whatever. We’re in. Give us a minute to get dressed.”

Lucy nodded, shutting the door. Y/N could hear their footsteps walk away from their room.

The two rushed to get out of the sad looking sweats they were planning to sleep in, Y/N opting for a skirt and a short sleeved shirt. She’d always been a fan of old-fashioned plaid.

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Y/N did not get drunk. It was the unspoken rule between her and Bella: one of them drinks, the other one sips and plays the mom friend. Y/N was always the mom, something she didn’t mind that much, but at the welcome party, she indulged in two cups of firewhiskey. She held her liquor well anyways, and it wasn’t like anyone had to drive.

A few hours had gone by when a Slytherin girl who introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass stood on a table and yelled, “Everyone, quiet!”

The music quieted a little and the chatter erased itself as the room waited on her words.

“In Slytherin tradition,” the Greengrass girl said, “We’re going to play a game of Truth or Dare. The Firewhiskey has been laced with Veritaserum, so if you’re choosing truth, beware! We’re playing around this table!”

With that, Daphne stepped down and all the Ilvermorny students stood frozen. Y/N couldn’t believe that the Slytherins spiked their drinks. She also couldn’t believe the fact that she accepted drinks from people she didn’t know, violating every bit of party safety rules her father had taught he. He’d be so disappointed.

Against her better judgement, Y/N allowed herself to be pulled to the table by a very intoxicated but very cheerful Bella. She managed a smile--she loved drunk Bella almost more than she loved normal Bella. She’d always heard that people became their true selves when they drank. If that was the case, Bella was the sunniest person to walk the earth.

Unfortunately for Y/N, she was sitting next to Daphne, who announced that the person to the right of her would spin the bottle to see who the question poser would be. That was Y/N.

She sighed, already deciding on asking for a dare. She wasn’t holding back any secrets, but she didn’t want to answer anything with a dumb or embarrassing detail of her life.Y/N spun the bottle, praying for it to land on Bella.

Nope.

When it stopped, she looked up to meet the eyes of the girl she insulted in the Dining Hall: Pansy.

“Well,” she drawled, a smirk forming on her face,”Truth? Or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hm.”

Y/N could nearly see the gears in her head turning to find the cruelest dare she could. Finally, her eyes light up and her smirk deepened.

“You know who I don’t see here?”

“Who?”

“Draco,” she responded. Y/N noticed Daphne grimace next to her. “Go wake him up and get him to come out. Of course, he probably won’t come out. But you have to at least make a valiant effort.”

“Ok.” Y/N gulped. “Where is he?”

“I’m going to assume his room.” The Slytherins surrounding her chuckled. “But if you want specifics: last door on the right of the boy’s dormitories. Zabini will let you in. You can go now.”

Y/N stumbled off with the boy she assumed was Zabini. He opened the door for her, whispering the password under his breath and looking almost sorry for her. “Good luck.”

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The dormitories were exponentially cooler than the common room, and Y/N felt herself shiver at the sensation of the air on her bare skin. The stone walls and flooring made her feel as though she was in a dungeon, something she found to be an interesting choice for a house with so many wealthy students.

Y/N slowly crept towards the furthest door on the right, pondering her options. She could, of course, just come back and lie, saying he didn’t answer. Then she remembered the Veritaserum in her drink. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could get herself to throw it up, but her logical mind struck that idea down. The alcohol was already absorbed and she would have to explain to everyone why there was a pool of bile outside the door she was tasked to knock on.

There was something else that was nagging at her, though, a morbid curiosity regarding what someone like him could be bothering himself with on a Friday night. If he wasn’t partying, was he sleeping?

It simply didn’t add up.

Y/N knew what she had to do. She raised her hand to knock on the door.

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meowmerson · 7 years

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Tomione Drunk Dialing???

Getting drunk was never a good idea for Hermione Granger.

It was a really phenomenally bad idea, but her friends were dirty rotten enablers, so.

They enabled.

“I mean–” She had to stop talking in the middle of her rant because her wine glass sloshed over the rim of her cup. She stared despondently at the splash of red wine on the ground for a long moment before Ginny leaned over and topped up her glass and she continued, “Who the fuck does he think he is? My–my dad? He’s not my dad.”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked.

“What?”

“What did he say to you?” Harry cut in. “You never said you just started ranting about his perfect teeth.”

“Ugh,” Hermione groaned emphatically, “He’s never even had braces. I know that because he grew up in an orphanage, so he couldn’t have–”

“Afforded them, yes.” Ron said from where he was lying face down on the loveseat, “You told us already!”

“Oh come on Ron,” Ginny laughed, “Don’t pretend this isn’t hilarious.”

“I like her better sober.” He grumbled into the couch cushions. “Less shrill.”

“Shrill?!” Hermione echoed, shrilly.

“What did he say?” Harry repeated.

Hermione took a long drink from her wine glass before answering, but even then she didn’t answer the question. “He doesn’t even–I don’t even know why he was there, he’s always fucking right there–”

“Here we go.” Ron muttered. Luna, sitting on the floor in front of him, patted his shoulder reassuringly but otherwise listened closely to Hermione’s ramblings.

“Like–” She took another gulp of her wine, “I get it, you think you’re smarter and better and prettier and smarter than me–but that doesn’t–like–give you the right to act like it.” She dropped her wine glass. “All the bloody time!”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked again, grabbing another glass.

“I don’t think she’s going to tell us,” Luna interjected, “She needs to get her anger out first.”

“And where does he get off,” She seethed, “Commenting on my dating life. It has nothing to do with him. I don’t comment on his…activities. Does he even date?”

The door opened in the middle of her rant, distracting her long enough to hold her glass still so Ginny could sneak in another top up as Draco Malfoy walked in with a six-pack of beer.

“Oh bollocks,” He said as soon as he laid eyes on Hermione. “I’m leaving.”

“No you’re not!” Harry said, waving him over excitedly, “Come watch the show!”

“Did you bring Pansy?” Ron asked lifting his head for the first time in about thirty minutes.

“No.” Draco snapped, “Leave Pansy the fuck alone.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” Ron snapped back childishly.

“I plan to.” Draco said resolutely, flopping onto the couch beside Harry as Luna shuffled over on the floor to lean against his legs. “Who is it this time?” He asked, nodding in Hermione’s direction.

“Same.” Ginny said, watching as Hermione stared bewildered at her full wine glass.

“Again?” Draco whined, but before he could get in a good complaint, Hermione was off again.

“What a waste of good looks.” Hermione started, “I mean–you’d think he would be humble because of everything he went through, but instead he’s a total fucking arse–”

“Oo-hoo!” Draco crowed, “Granger uses language, she must really be smashed.”

“–all the time. And he’s creepy. And obsessed with me. And he’s everywhere like–I was just on a fucking date and he has to show up and start rubbing it in my face how smart he is and how he did better than me on that exam which he only did because Snape hates me and then he’s all, ‘Oh Hermione–’”

“Here we go,” Harry said, nudging Draco in the arm, “This must be what set her off,”

“‘hope you have a lovely date.’ I mean–what the fuck?”

There was an extended silence as Hermione downed what was left in her glass and everyone stared in shocked silence.

“You’re fucking joking.” Ron grumbled into the couch.

“You don’t understand–it was the tone.” She snapped, “You don’t know him like I do–it was–”

“Why can’t you tell him all of this instead of complaining to us?” Malfoy asked.

Hermione dropped her wine glass again. “Yes.” She said. “Malfoy–” She leaned over to clasp his knee, completely unaware of Malfoy’s appalled expression as she did so. “You are so wise. I approve of yours and Harry’s relationship now.”

“Whoa, okay, uh–”

“We absolutely are not–”

But Hermione wasn’t listening, instead she was digging through her bag to find her phone.

“Should we stop her?” Luna asked as Hermione angrily brandished her phone and began dialing a number from memory.

“I’m not about to get punched in the face.” Ron grumbled.

“This is hilarious, nobody stop her,” Ginny added excitedly. Hermione slammed the door to the bathroom shut before they hear her start any sort of conversation, and Ginny quickly jumped up and tip-toed to the door to press her ear against it. When no one else moved she impatiently waved them all over. Luna came and sat beside Ginny on the ground to press her ear against the door, followed quickly by Draco and Harry who stood above them and pressed their ears against the door, too.

Ron just groaned from his spot on the loveseat and didn’t move.

“–Oh, I’m sorry Mr. I’m-so-smart-and-so-handsome-I-could-take-over-the-world-and-enact-mass-genocide-and-the-public-would-thank-me, I didn’t mean to insult your delicate ego–”

Ginny clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.

“–What do you mean where am I? I’m at home.”

“We should be ready to wrestle the phone off of her if she says something embarrassing,” Harry whispered, “So she doesn’t murder us in the morning–”

Draco shushed him.

“Oh–Oh–and where am I supposed to get drunk then? Are you going to dictate to me where I can get drunk now?”

“How is she so articulate, she’s gone through like four bottles of wine.” Ginny muttered.

“Because you kept pouring her more,” Harry pointed out.

“All of you shut up,” Draco hissed.

“You know what–fuck you Tom Riddle. Fuck your stupid perfect hair, and your sanctimonious bullshit, and your holier-than-thou stupid fucking tone of voice, and especially fuck your ridiculous fuck-me voice, you foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.”

“Jesus Christ.” Ginny murmured, but before anyone could comment further the door sprang open and Ginny wound up sprawled out on the floor from leaning on the door. Luna managed to catch herself, and Draco and Harry both leaped back from the door while Hermione stepped over Ginny and beelined to the alcohol.

“What did he say?” Ginny asked.

“You sure were sending some mixed signals there, Granger,” Draco commented.

“Shut up you ferret.” She snapped, then continued it a deep voice. Everyone knew who she was attempting to imitate, even if it sounded nothing like him. “Oh, Hermione, are you drinking alone? I hope your date wasn’t that disappointing. Maybe I should come over to be sure you don’t kill yourself.”

“Is Tom coming over?” Luna asked pleasantly.

“Keep that douchebag away from this sacred space!” Ron called from the couch. Hermione flailed her arms in his direction as if to say ‘there you go.’

“Thank you Ron!” She said, “For once in your life, you say something that isn’t horribly ignorant.”

“Thanks, you drunk bitch–”

“He doesn’t know where she lives anyway, right?” Harry said, but Hermione ignored him.

“If you’ll excuse me,” She picked up a bottle of wine, “I’m going to go drown myself in my bedroom, goodnight.”

They waited until she shut herself in her room before Ginny said, “She just grabbed the empty bottle of wine.”

“Thank god,” Harry said, “She does not need to drink any more.”

They centered around the table again, instead of round the bathroom door. Hermione remained in her bedroom where she would most likely remain the rest of the night while they carried on in her living room. It usually happened like this when she got angry-drunk, except usually she would just get aggressively drunk and slink off to her room without drunk dialing the bane of her existence.

At this point, after Hermione went to her room to fall into a dead sleep until she woke up in the morning with a horrible, rage-filed hangover, they would talk until one by one they crashed on the couch or the love seat or the floor, in Luna’s case.

In fact, Ron was already asleep when there came a knock at the door.

Ginny groaned at the interruption, and Harry lazily pushed Draco toward the door to answer it.

Draco unlocked and opened the door, blinked twice, then slammed the door shut.

“Tom fucking Riddle is at the door.” He hissed, taking two steps away from the door as if there was a wild animal there.

“What?” Ginny wrinkled her nose.

“Tell him to leave?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Draco snapped, “You tell him that!”

“No, I’m fine where I am, thank you.”

The door clicked open, and Tom walked in.

“Did you not lock the fucking door?” Harry exclaimed, his voice rising an octave.

Tom quietly shut the door behind him, and took a step forward before Draco stepped in front of him. “Hey, you can’t just–” Tom reached out and twisted his hand in Draco’s shirt, turning and pinning him against the door. Harry let out a worried shout along with Ginny, and Ron groaned from where he was trying to sleep on the couch.

“Where is Hermione?” Tom asked calmly, amicably, as if he wasn’t assaulting Malfoy.

“Uh–in her room, at the end of the hall.” Draco answered immediately without hesitation.

“Draco Malfoy!”

Tom ignored them, and the group–minus Ron, who was still sleeping–watched as Tom went straight to the kitchen. First he opened the cabinet where the glasses were and retrieved one to fill it with water at the sink. Then he moved ot the medicine cabinet and retrieved the aspirin bottle. Draco turned to the group and mouthed the words what the fuck, but no one did anything as Tom moved down the hall to Hermione’s room.

“Oh my god–” Draco started at the same time Harry hissed, “Has he been here before?”

Ginny pointed an accusing finger in Draco’s direction, “You just let him go to Hermione’s room when she’s blind fucking drunk!”

“I didn’t see you doing anything about it!” Malfoy argued.

“He just fucking walked in!” Harry wheezed, “And used the kitchen. What the hell–”

“Shut up,” Ron moaned, pressing his face deeper into the couch cushions.

As the group was arguing, Luna slowly stood and moved down the hall to Hermione’s room. her door was still cracked open, so it was easy to push it open just a bit to see what was happening in her room.

Hermione was curled up in her blankets on her bed, but she was awake, sleepily glowering at Tom who was crouched beside her bed. He had placed the water and the aspirin on her bedside table, and now he had his hand resting on the side of her head over her hair, his thumb smoothing along her hairline.

“I didn’t invite you here,” Hermione mumbled, “I’m angry with you.”

“I know.” He said, and Luna didn’t know that Tom Riddle had the capacity for gentleness in his tone until that moment.

“It wasn’t even a fucking date,” She said quietly. He hummed in response, and after a pause, she added, “I wish I hated you more.”

“No you don’t.” He said, moving his hand to brush her hair back over her shoulder.

“My friends will find it suspicious that you know where the aspirin is.” Hermione said.

“Your friends are idiots, so I doubt it.”

“Don’t be an ass.” She told him, but the tone of her voice suggested she was already falling asleep. Tom leaned forward to press a kiss against her bare shoulder, and after a quiet moment–Luna assumed it was after he decided Hermione was alright–he stood.

He turned and saw Luna at the door. Still a little drunk, Luna gave him a thumbs up. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her for a long moment until Luna finally shrugged and moved away from the doorway.

The group was still arguing when she returned.

“I am not going over there, you go over there.” Draco said.

“You’re the one who let him in!” Harry argued.

“Someone go up there and make sure he’s not like taking advantage of her or something!” Ginny exclaimed, but stopped and deflated when she saw Luna, “Oh, Luna went.”

“What?” Draco sneered, turning around from where he was sitting to look at Luna. “Oh–is she good?”

“Yes.” Luna said shortly.

“What was he doing?” Ginny prodded, “How did he know where the aspirin was?”

“Was he trying to kill her or something–”

“For the last time Harry,” Draco snapped, “He grabbed the aspirin, why would he grab the aspirin if he was planning on killing her.”

“He was fine.” Luna answered vaguely.

The sound of Tom’s footsteps caused the room to go silent. The dark haired man only spared a moment to glare in their direction before continuing toward the door.

“Goodnight, Tom,” Luna called after him. He sent another glower in her direction, then continued out the door and shut it gently behind him.

There was a long moment of silence.

“You know what?” Draco finally broke the silence, “I don’t fucking care.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Whatever that was,” He waved in the general direction of the kitchen, “I don’t want to know. If Hermione is boning Riddle I do not want to think about it–”

“Ugh Gross–”

“Malfoy what the fuck–”

“I’m trying to sleep, Jesus christ, shut the fuck up–”

#meow writes #Anonymous #i literally just found this half written in my drafts i compleTELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS OMG #tomione #this is another MESS LMAO

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masksandtruths · 7 years

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Bless Your Heart-Part 3

A/N: This all started with @deanjensengirlmaggie‘ strange pairings challenge, and it just got out of control...in a good way...or at least I hope you think so. This part is mostly just fluffy and funny and setting the boys up for the next step in solving the case. Thank you to the ones that have liked and commented and reblogged. Feedback is always welcome. If you want to catch up: Part 1 / Part 2 Warnings: Language, some suggestive conversation Summary: Dean and Sam are finally on a case in paradise…otherwise known as San Pedro, Belize. Several tourists have gone missing from Ambergris Caye just as the town’s biggest festival of the year is ready to kick off, and it has the locals spooked. As the boys try to figure out what is snacking on the travelers, they run into a few members of the opposite sex that may or may not make this job a bit more difficult (but at least hotter) than most…bless their hearts <3

Dean nearly gave Sam whiplash when he jerked their golf cart off the road to pull into this place. Dean claimed he “could smell the deliciousness” a block before they even reached the shabby purple restaurant, and as soon as he saw the little local woman cooking on a grill out front and a handwritten sign advertising a lobster burrito, he whipped right in.

“Purple restaurant, pink golf cart, acting all twitterpated and in love…must be getting in touch with your feminine side, brother,” Sam chided.

Dean looked up from his task of locking the steering wheel of the Pepto-colored golf cart and raised one finger in the air. "Okay, A of all, Sammy, I already told you that this was the only cart left at that place near the airport, so kiss my ass.” He raised a second finger. “B of all, I might not know much, but I do know a little somethin’ somethin’ about a few things, and food is most definitely one of them. And I’m telling you right now, this place is going to be awesome, so I don’t give a damn if it is purple or covered in fucking glitter, I’m eating here.” He raised a third finger. “And C of all, I’m older so shut your pie hole." Dean playfully slapped Sam on the cheek as he walked past and made his way to the bar. He immediately sat down and ordered himself a beer and burrito and goaded Sam into ordering something alcoholic for himself.

“Alright so what about the guys traveling with the vic? Where are they staying?,” Sam asked his brother as the bartender sat a bloody mary down in front of him.

“Some swanky joint on the North end of the island. Coco Beach was the name I think.” Dean took a swig of his beer and turned his attention to the TVs behind the bar. One was on a news station showing coverage of the San Pedro Lobster Festival, one had a soccer game and the last one was showing some barely dressed woman singing a song that Dean didn’t understand one damn word of.

“Hey man check it out.” Sam nudged him, pulling Dean’s attention from gyrating woman on the far screen. He nodded towards the first TV. The picture had changed and showed a reporter standing in front of the Jaguar Night Club with a banner across the bottom of the shot that read, “Missing tourist’s body found.” The reporter went on to mention that Michael Frederick was last seen alive at a “special event hosted by the Jaguar, where he and his friends were celebrating his upcoming marriage. Dean noted how the woman actually formed air quotes when talking about that special event and wondered out loud what the hell that was about.

“I don’t have any idea, but looks like we need to add that place to our list of stops for this afternoon,” Sam answered as he took a sip from his bloody mary. When the vodka hit the back of his throat, a slight shiver went down his spine and he pulled his lips back in a quiet hiss. It was good, but he didn’t think he could choke down another swallow, no matter how much shit his older brother might give him for it.

Dean might have looked preoccupied with the news story playing out on screen in front of him, but he hadn’t missed the sickly look on Sam’s face when that alcohol hit his taste buds.

“God, I never knew sasquatches were such pansies. You let a couple girls and a few water moccasin shots take you down on night one. What a shame.”

“Screw you.” Sam rolled his eyes and spun on his seat so his back rested against the bar as he watched the traffic cruise down Middle Street. “If you hadn’t been so preoccupied making goo goo eyes at Y/N, you’d be in the same boat I am, and you fucking know it.”

“Puppy dog eyes are your department, nimrod. Not mine. I don’t need tricks to be irresistible to the ladies. All it takes is a little…” Dean’s voice trailed off and his eyes widened as their waiter sat a gigantic lobster burrito plate in front of him. It took all of about two heartbeats before Dean was gnawing on that thing like his life depended on it.

“Uh huh, whatever you say brother.”

Dean looked up and tried to tell his brother about “his game with the ladies” while simultaneously chewing several oversized bites of his meal. The result was something that sounded more like a foreign language than a witty comeback.

“So you mean to tell me that if Y/N walked in right now, you could keep your shit together and not act like a love-struck teenager?” Sam looked sideways and quirked up an eyebrow at his brother, who now slightly resembled a chipmunk with cheeks full of food.

Since a verbal response was out of the question with that much food stuffed in his face, Dean just nodded confidently and attempted to flash an arrogant smile, which immediately caused some sauce to escape his mouth and dribble down his chin and onto his shirt. He reached for a napkin just as Sam called out, “Hey Y/N! Get over here! We were just talking about y’all!”

Dean froze mid-reach as he took a beat to process the words that had just come out of his bitch ass baby brother’s mouth. ‘That son of a bitch,’ he thought as he grabbed a napkin and scrambled to finish wiping off his face and chew up the lump of burrito in his mouth at superhuman speed.

When he glanced over his shoulder and saw the girls wave back and start to make their way across the street, he went into full on panic mode. A wad of food in his mouth, grease still on his face, nasty looking sauce on his shirt, crumbs everywhere…this was not his best look. He still couldn’t get the pile of lobster in his mouth to go down. Jesus Christ, did that shit expand when you tried to eat it or something? Did he take a bite of a tire by mistake?

He reached across the bar again for another napkin to spit the rubbery seafood into, and this time when he pulled his arm back, he took his bottle of beer with it, dumping it squarely in his lap. He gasped and jumped back from the bar like he had been stung, the sudden movement propelling his bar stool over backwards and into the table behind him.

He opened his mouth to apologize to the couple whose meal he’d just ruined, momentarily forgetting he never spit out the food that had caused this whole damn problem in the first place. He realized it a split second later, made one last attempt to swallow the damn stuff, and…choked. Not figuratively either. He literally fucking choked.

Dean doubled over as he tried to heave up the crustacean from hell, but wasn’t having much luck until the bartender rushed over and pounded him on the back. With the other man’s assistance, Dean finally felt the lobster release the choke hold it had on his air way and was able to cough it up and out of his gasping mouth. He took several heaving breaths, the air burning its way down his throat and filling his lungs. The whole ordeal lasted less than a minute, but it certainly felt a hell of a lot longer. It took a moment for him to muster enough pride to straighten up and face the folks that had just been blessed with a front row seat to the Dean Winchester Shit Show, one of whom was the woman he’d been craving the taste of since their little romp in the alley last night. Fan. Fucking. Tastic.

Dean saw Y/N first. She was standing there looking sexy as hell in another pair of those daisy dukes, sunglasses pushed back on her head, shocked expression on her face. The looks on Taylor’s and Shelby’s faces were almost identical to Y/N’s…eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, a bit of amusement dancing across their features. He felt his face warm with embarrassment, and for once in his life, he was drawing up blank in the witty comeback/smart ass remark department.

That’s when he heard an amused snort escape from the douche nozzle he used to claim as his younger sibling. He turned slowly towards Sam, preparing to throttle him within an inch of his life. When Dean finally faced him, Sam lost it. The smile and laugh he’d been trying so hard to hold back erupted out of his oversized frame. Dean snarled and took a step towards him, but Sam didn’t even seem to care. He just laughed harder. He threw his head back and then bent forward, tears streaming down his face as he howled his amusement at the scene that had just unfolded before him.

Dean felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards as Sam gasped and launched into another round of full bodied laughter. It’d been so long since he’d seen his brother this carefree and happy that he couldn’t be that pissed anymore, even if he was the butt of the joke. Still, the deep chuckle that fell from his mouth caught him by surprise. The girls took that little slip as a sign to fall into their own fit of giggles. Y/N was suddenly laughing so hard that no sound was even making it past those gorgeous lips of hers. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the restaurant, the hysterics wracking her body preventing her from standing steadily on her two feet any longer. Dean looked up at Taylor who was leaned against the far wall, head thrown back, shoulders bobbing and Shelby who had collapsed into one of the chairs with one hand thrown over her eyes and the other resting on her chest as though it might explode from the hilarity of it all. He just shook his head and smiled. If a little embarrassment on his part brought Y/N and Sammy this much joy, he’d do it ten times over. He reached down and helped her to her feet before pulling her into his arms.

Y/N looked up at him then, still unable to compose herself as she howled out, “Bless your damn heart, Winchester. That’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.” She tightened her arms around him and dropped her head to his chest as she fell to pieces again.

Laughter erupted from down deep in his gut, and he didn’t stop until he could no longer breathe. What the hell was this girl doing to him? He couldn’t recall the last time he’d truly felt like he could move past all the things that haunted him and have a true shot at happiness, but he felt that now. Maybe he was finally losing it. Maybe it was just the island air. Or maybe it was the beautiful girl he currently had wrapped in his arms. And he had to admit that when she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his, he knew his answer.

She broke the kiss suddenly, and Dean’s eyes snapped open. “I guess now would be a good time to mention I’m not one of those women that is polite enough to ask if you are okay before I laugh my ass off at your expense. Think you can handle that?”

“Sweetheart, I can handle anything you throw at me.” He ran his hands softly down her curves, and when he got to her ass, he gripped tightly and pulled her even closer.

Dean dove back in for another kiss but stopped when Sam’s hand slapped down on his shoulder. “So that’s your version of keeping your shit together, huh? Spilling stuff all over yourself, throwing chairs at other people, nearly dying…maybe I should have taken notes. I might need some pointers next ti….” Sam’s joking stopped short as Dean jerked his hand from its resting place and punched Sam straight in the junk. “Fuck…balls...,” Sam squeaked as he doubled over and clutched his family jewels. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Serves you right, dude. I’m your big brother, so you should know by now I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. Never have, never will…remember that.”

“Duly noted,” Sam grunted as he struggled to stand upright. “But when you are done, we really do need to head to the North side to question the vic’s friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, give me just a minute.” He turned his attention back to Y/N. “I believe we were talking about how incredibly smooth I am and how you were dying to kiss me again.”

“Hate to break it to you, tough guy, but smooth is the exact opposite of what you were today.” Dean looked at her in feigned horror, so she quickly added, “But miraculously it was totally charming. Somehow you even managed to make being a total spaz downright sexy.”

His pulse quickened at her words and his green eyes brightened as he jokingly said, “Oh yeah, the whole needing the Heimlich maneuver thing was part of the master plan all along.”

“What master plan?”

“The one that ends with you falling in love with me.” Her eyes widened, and when he realized what he said, he quickly tried to play it off. “I’ve got tons of moves left so try to prepare yourself.” He chuckled nervously.

She pressed her whole body against him, and he swore he felt his temperature rise. She stood on her tiptoes and quietly asked, “And when are you going to show me the moves you started to demonstrate last night?”

All the blood in his body made a bee line for his lower half. He turned his head and gritted his teeth, summoning the willpower to resist dragging her out of this restaurant and straight to his hotel room. When he looked back at her standing there, arms crossed, smiling at the effect she had on him, his brain nearly lost the battle it was currently fighting against his dick. He finally responded, “If I’m being honest right now sounds pretty damn perfect, but sadly, I do actually have to load up in that pink golf cart over there that has that horribly ugly moose sitting in it and drag my ass to a resort to question some folks.”

“It’s okay, really. I know you are here for work and that comes first. I think we are going to go back to the hotel for a bit and lay around anyway. But later we may head to the Jaguar club, if you and Sam want to join after you get done solving murders and whatnot.”

“The club is actually on the list of places we need to stop anyway, so I bet we can make that happen. I might even get you to help me with something.”

“Be glad to…as long as you promise to show off some of your dance moves. Sam has Shelby’s number, so just holler at us when you get ready to head out.” He nodded, gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and hopped in the cart with his little brother.

Sam watched his brother’s eyes follow Y/N as she jogged up the street to join Taylor and Shelby. “Dude, you are so screwed.”

Dean blew out a breath. “Don’t I fucking know it. You ready?” Sam nodded his reply. The quicker they got to that resort and questioned everyone, the sooner they might actually solve this thing and be able to enjoy the rest of their time in San Pedro. He turned on the ignition and pushed the pedal to the floor of their brightly colored ride.

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thecrappyauthor · 7 years

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Endless - Part 3

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, depression, swearing

Summary: Dan is juggling depression, anxiety, eating problems, and abuse. His world is a never ending gray cloud. At least it is until he meets Phil, a popular handsome boy who for some reason will not give up on getting to know Dan.

Author’s note: So this part took a number of months to write, sorry about that. However I’m on summer break now, so it will be much easier to find time to write. I am still very invested in writing this story, and am really enjoying writing it. I actually think about it a lot in terms of developing the plot and characters. Thank you to anyone who reads this chapter and I hope you enjoy! As always any and all feedback is appreciated.

Rating: M (Part 3 does not include smut)

Dan’s POV

I’d like to say that I was excited for tonight, even just a little bit. Excited to maybe possibly have a friend in this godforsaken school from hell. Excited to just have a relaxing movie night with a dare I say it attractive boy. But if I must be completely honest with myself…… I’m fucking terrified, for multiple reasons. First being that I barely even know Phil. For all I know I could be walking right into a serial killer’s house tonight and never be seen or heard from again, but then again would anyone notice? Second reason is that assuming Phil is as genuine a guy as he seems to be, then I’m going to make a complete pansy of myself in front of a potential b….. Friend a Fucking FRIEND is what I was going to say... I flipping hate horror movies, especially the ones about the fucking supernatural. Third reason tonight is going to be a complete and utter disaster is because I’m afraid of the goddamn dark. I can’t as well just tell this fucking Calvin Klein model that I am afraid of the dark and would gladly request to keep the lights on… I’ve made a twat of myself already as it is. In all honesty Phil seems like the first genuine guy I've met in a while and I don’t want to mess this up.

Second day of school starts now. I huffed out a long breath of air and took a swig of coffee. When I closed the locker door I was greeted by Anyas face looking up at me. One of her eyebrows was raised and her gaze shifted up to meet mine. I took another swig from my cup with a raised eyebrow of my own.

“So, could I ask you why you wanted to go to the roof yesterday or no?”

I choked on my coffee. “Ok sorry, point taken, you don’t wanna talk about it that’s fine.” She looked up at me concerned grey eyes focused on mine. I couldn’t stop coughing. I hadn’t even asked Phil what he wanted to talk to me about!

“No!” I choked out, “ I….It’s fine, I just remembered something…… I was supposed to meet him on the roof after school… but I never made it there.”

“Who were you supposed to meet?” My stomach turned as my thoughts began to race again. What was it that Phil wanted to talk to me about?

“D...don’t worry about it. Sorry, I’m just thinking out loud.” She looked at me as if she was trying to decipher a foreign alphabet.

“Ok… well then I’ll see you in music later ok Chopin?” Her voice perked up and her smile returned.

“Y….yeah.. see you.” with that she turned quickly and began walking to class, her braid swinging around on her back as she spun. I watched her walk away still lost in my own thoughts. Tonight is going to be an absolute disaster. I am going to have a panic attack if I keep up with this level of anxiety. Phil is a nice guy, and he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you for any reason. But then again that is what I used to think of my dad. A shiver ran up my spine and I shook my head to try to get out of my consuming thoughts. Phil is different.

I walked into the algebra room in a complete daze. Somehow I ended up in my seat at the back the class. I leaned back in my chair, shut my eyes, and let out a long sigh. I tried my best to clear my thoughts so I’d be able to semi-focus on the schoolwork. The footsteps of the students walking in echoed in my head, and their voices sounded far far away. I forget sometimes that I didn’t always have so much anxiety. I wasn’t always this shy either, in fact I used to be pretty extroverted. I had a nice friend group, and people actually talked to me. All of that changed right after mom passed. I stopped talking, I started dressing different, and I receded into my own shell. People stopped talking to me, and my dad started to get angry.

“Good morning Dan.” The familiar voice echoed in my head, it was Phil. I opened my eyes and leaned forward in my chair.

“Uh… g...good morning.” Jesus christ Dan, get your words together at least. Phil walked over and sat in his seat next to mine. He gave me a concerned look and leaned forward a little in his chair.

“Are you feeling alright Dan?” I looked an utter wreck do to sleep deprivation… Thank you anxiety.

“Yeah I…..”

“Heyy if it ain’t the little runt from yesterday!” My eyes snapped onto the figure walking through the doorway, it was the boy Heath from the day before. He’s the guy that was defending Klein like a guard dog. He shuffled closer, I averted my eyes to the floor.

“I don’t think I quite caught your name before.” His footsteps got closer until I saw his shadow towering over my desk. I didn’t dare look up so I focused my gaze on his right hand.

“Hey, little runt I’m talking to you.” Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched harshly in my seat. A shiver ran up and down on my spine as I felt him tighten his grip. Then, I watched as slim fingers wrapped around his wrist, and then he was yanked backwards.

“Leave him alone Heath, class is about to start.” Phil’s voice said firmly. Heath glanced back at me and then sat down in his seat next to Phil. Luckily he stayed quiet for the rest of class, meanwhile I got a concerned glance from Phil every five minutes or so. I was lucky a guy like him had decided I was worth sticking up for.

After algebra was music, and luckily it went by quickly, mostly because I was talking to Anya about Phil. She had asked me why I looked so tired and I figured if I was going to tell anyone, I felt most comfortable talking to her.. She told me that I shouldn't worry, Phil seemed like a genuine guy, and he never failed to be kind to her or other students. This eased my thoughts a little, I don't know why but I trust Anya, something about her almost seems familiar.

When music had ended I found myself in the english room, and what I didn't notice yesterday was that both Heath and Klein are in that class. It was just my luck that I was assigned to sit right next to Klein. I slowly moved over to my seat and sat down next to the boy with the snakebites.

“Long time no see brat.” His head was turned towards me, lips pulled back in a sickening grin.

“Daniel is what you’re called huh? Cute name for a little bitch.” I hung my head down letting my hair fall over my eyes. I gripped the desk until my knuckles were white, I wasn't angry, but my hands were shaking from the anxiety. I needed a way to hide the fact I was quaking like a complete wuss. “You know you really need to learn to look at people in the eyes when they talk to you, or at least not completely ignore them…. Maybe I could help teach you to have some respect.” He talked slow and his voice was gravely. I felt his body get closer when he leaned forward. I expected him to say something else to me, something degrading or possessive, but instead he just let out an ominous chuckle close to my ear. I felt his breath skim my neck and I jumped instinctively. “Huh… someone’s a little sensitive are we?”

“Ok class, now that we are all in our seats I ask that you all pay attention. Klein and Faye if you could please face forward, and David the phone should be away.” I’ve never been happier to hear a teacher in my life. Thank you Mr. Currall. He made eye contact with me and gave me a slight nod. I glanced around the room kind of unsure how to react. “Today, we start with our first lesson, so everyone get out your notebooks and a writing utensil, and we’ll begin the notes.” With scattered groans and complaints we began copying the slideshow off the board. After that, the class went by quick, Klein kept to his seat, and seemed pretty focused on his writing. Finally the end bell rang and as I stood up from my seat to leave I heard a voice call my name. “Dan, could I speak to you for a moment before you leave?” It was Mr. Currall, fucking perfect.

“Yeah… Yes, what is it sir?” I stumbled on my words like usual.

“Would you like me to switch your seat for the semester?”

“Oh….. um… I….”

“Don’t overthink it Dan, if you would like to switch seats I won’t ask questions, just a yes or a no.”

“Yes sir, thank you.”

“Yup, have a nice day then.”

“You too.” I walked out of the classroom and into the crowded hall. He must’ve seen me cowering away from Klein at my desk. I let out a relieved breath, thank god I won’t have to sit next to him anymore.

Little did I know then that he’ll end up sitting diagonally from me next period in history anyway, just my freaking luck. However Phil was also in my history class, Klein and Heath seemed to back off a little more when he was around, it also helped that Phil spent most of that class watching them, and keeping a worried eye on me. What the hell is even happening anymore? It’s my second damn day of school and I already feel so stressed.

The rest of my classes were boring and slow, long lectures and note taking had me exhausted. Klein and Heath didn’t give me any more trouble throughout the day, and I was very grateful. I spent lunch alone on the roof, I was pleasantly surprised when I found out it was left unlocked just like in all those animes. However there weren’t any aesthetic cherry blossom petals or shoujo heroine wind that blows your hair around dramatically. Just the dark grey sky above looking down on the barren trees and bleak emptiness which was the roof. I decided I’d spend my lunch period there for the rest of the year, where it was peaceful and safe.

I threw myself on my bed when I got home and let out a long sigh. This day was already unbearably long, and I didn’t even leave for Phil’s house yet. By this point I was exhausted, and could feel myself drifting off into sleep. The last thing I remember before sleeping was the thought that maybe this night could be fun.

Phil’s POV

Finally after six long hours the school day had ended. It felt like an eternity in hell to be quite honest. I talked to Dan in our classes together, but he seemed to be more on edge than he was yesterday. Which was understandable due to Klein and Heath watching him like hawks. Hopefully he wasn't having second thoughts.

I was lying in bed at about 4:30 when I shot him my first text.

To: Dan

Hey it’s Phil, was wondering if you were still down for the movie tonight?

To: Dan

It’s fine if you’re not……. But there will be pizza…..

What have I come to? I’m literally trying to lure a boy into my house with pizza. No wonder he’s scared of me Jesus. I’m that guy every mom warns their child to stay away from. I watched my clock on the side table as the minutes ticked by. I gave him my address during photography and all the details. He should be here around six, but it’s starting to be unlikely that he’ll show. He seemed uneasy towards the whole idea when we talked. I really hope that he doesn’t change his mind.

I had closed my eyes for what I thought was just a moment when I suddenly woke up to a light knocking sound on my door. I opened my eyes groggily, my vision blurry.

“Uh…. Phil?” A voice spoke warily from the other side of the door. I glanced over at the time on my clock. 6:09. “Your mom let me in, she told me you were up here.” Oh shit it’s Dan! I scrambled out of my bed falling onto the floor with a loud thump. I got to my feet and grabbed the doorknob with one hand and swung the door open.

Dans eyes were wide with surprise, and his fist raised in front of him. I guess I stopped him in the process of knocking. Then, he raised his hand up to the back of his neck and rubbed nervously, rocking once back and forth on his heels. He looked down but I still saw the tint of pink on his cheeks he was trying to hide from me.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I must’ve fallen asleep. You weren’t waiting long were you?” The words fell loosely off my lips, I wasn’t entirely awake or aware yet.

“It’s okay, I just got here.”

“Okay good, well then come on in.” I stepped to the side and gestured my hand to the room. Dan looked up at me briefly and took a hesitant step in. I don’t remember being aware of much at this point, but I do remember being aware of how lost I had gotten in his chocolate eyes right then. I had zoned out on them for who knows how long.

“Ph...Phil?”

“Huh? Oh sorry… uh you can sit on the bed, sorry if it’s weird or something but it’s the only furniture I’ve got in here besides the desk chair.” Dan looked at me blankly for a second before sitting down hesitantly on the edge of the bed. “So, I’ll get the order in for pizza, what do you like?” I gave Dan my most welcoming smile. He shook his head slightly and blinked quickly before responding like he was trying to push a thought out of his head. What was he just thinking?

“Anything is fine with me.”

“Well personally I like hawaiian pizza… like pineapple and ham and instead of tomato sauce there's barbeque.” I spoke quickly, to be honest I was nervous too.

“Ok. I was wrong anything is not fine with me…. Pineapple on pizza? What the flippin’ heck is wrong with you?”

“Wha… It’s good!” My voice got high pitched in defense. “H..have you ever even tried it?”

“No, because it’s weird! Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you eat ranch dressing on your pizza too.” well that’s awkward.

“I kinda do.”

Dan looked at me with the most deadpanned expression I’ve ever seen.

“What the actual hell is wrong with you.” Silence filled the air as we just stared at each other straight faced. Then his lip quivered slightly and the corners of his mouth began to widen. Soon enough we were both laughing hysterically. His brown eyes crinkled up and his mouth opened wide. The sound he made came from his chest, and it was loud, but nonetheless it was fantastic. It came from a place of pure joy, like a carefree child.

“Will you at least try it?” I asked still giggling a little, smile wide across my face.

“.......Alright whatever.” He said with an eyeroll, a grin still visible on his lips.

After that I stepped out into the hallway telling Dan I was ordering the food. This of course was true but I also needed a few minutes to appreciate what I just experienced. His expression when he laughed was nothing but pure. He usually wore a sad frown or scared eyes, but this time he wore a bright smile and had eyes that basically emitted light. All I knew was that I wanted to see it again. I prayed to god I would see it again, and it takes a lot to pray to a god you don't believe in.

I stepped back into the room, finding Dan sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at his hands. Not a trace of the smile still lingered on his face, instead he moved his fingers nervously and looked up at me.

“Pizza is on the way.” I said with a smile on my way over to the tv. I took the DVD out of the case and inserted it in the DVD player. Then I turned on the tv and grabbed the remote.

“You ready to watch?” I said as I made my way over to the bed where he sat.

“I guess.” His response lacked enthusiasm, and overall emotion in general. I climbed onto the bed and propped my long body pillow against the headboard. I leaned my back into the pillow and looked over at Dan who still sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed. I smiled warmly his way hoping to calm him a bit. He slowly moved next to me and leaned his back against the pillow. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and hugged his knees into his chest. I reached over to the lamp on my side table next to me and stopped with my hand hovering next to the switch. Maybe keeping the lights on would be a better idea, I'm sure Dan would feel more comfortable with them on. I pulled my hand back and felt a shift in the bed. Dan had tensed up when I reached for the switch, and just now when I pulled away he relaxed. Good, I praised myself for my decision. I grabbed the remote from my side and pressed play.

The movie started off with two girls having a typical sleepover, the perfect setting for any horror movie. Having already seen the movie before it was getting hard for me to pay attention. I glanced over at Dan who was still curled up in a ball. If circumstances were different I'd say he looked cute. It would be bad to think he looked cute when he was uncomfortable and terrified right? Just then I heard the sound on the TV jump and Dan let out a fairly loud whimper. His eyes shut tight instinctively and his body tense. To hell with that, he was freaking adorable. That sound he made sounded so small it was kind of …… no Phil that's bad. My gaze was stuck on Dan’s face, his eyes slowly opened again and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. Then his head shot down and he stared at his knees, once again failing to conceal the pink that crept on his cheeks.

“Shut up.” He whispered pitifully. I could tell he was frustrated.

“But I didn't…”

“Yeah but you were thinking it.” He cut in quickly, his voice trailing off at the end.

“I knew it was coming, that's why I didn't jump.. but man you should've seen me the first time.” I tried to comfort him a little, but I don't think it worked.

“Yeah, whatever let's just watch.” He said sounding a little calmer, maybe it was almost playful? He settled himself in again, and nuzzled his chin back on his knees.

After the initial jump scare the movie gave some time to calm down and instill a feeling of false security. Once again I found it hard to focus my attention on the movie. I glanced at Dan a lot, I couldn't help watching the reflection of the movie in his eyes. His feathery brown hair was strewn about his face and forehead. I watched his long eyelashes as he blinked slowly, his brown eyes fixated on the screen. It was entrancing just sitting here watching him. I focused my eyes back on the TV and let out a hopefully inaudible sigh. I was being a total creep.

I spent the next twenty or so minutes watching the movie. We made it to the part with the tape, and I forgot how unsettling it is. Black and white images of severed fingers, a burning tree, and a woman wearing white who stares at you for too long. The TV also emitted an awful ringing noise that makes your hair stand on end. I began to shift slightly when a picture of maggots appeared all squirming and wriggling about danced on the screen. They then turned into people, bodies clawing and thrashing around in a pile. The ringing of the video suddenly turned into screams in my head. I glanced over at Dan to make sure he was ok. His body was tense and his eyes were blown wide. That’s when the doorbell rang.

I felt my body jump and I let out a small yelping sound, but I’d like to think it was too quiet to hear over Dan. He also jumped a mile, and let out a long string of curses. When I had jumped I had instinctively moved closer to Dan, accidentally making it so there were only a few inches of space between us.

“Jesus, that must be the pizza.” I said as I paused the movie with the remote. “You good up here if I go downstairs and get it?” I asked Dan, looking straight into his eyes, which were unusually close to mine. So close I could see flecks of golden brown like autumn leaves. His smell overcame my senses. Something beach like, and kind of like trees. The best way to describe his scent was simply that he smelled like warm. He looked very on edge. To be fair I probably looked the same due to that unexpected pizza jump scare. I smiled to try to comfort Dan a little, while also trying to settle my own nerves. He looked at me in the eyes, and then his cheeks flushed, and he leaned back quickly. This creating distance between us once again, and to be honest I felt like there was an absence of something now. His close presence was gone, and left an empty feeling in the air. He nodded in response to my earlier question, so I climbed out of bed and opened my door. I glanced one more time his way before noticing his head whip up to look at me.

“What is that sound?” He said with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?” I sat still and listened but everything sounded alright to me. I could hear my mom talking to the pizza guy, and the sound of their tv downstairs making noise. Then I realized what he meant. Buffy was at the bottom of the stairs barking at the stranger at the front door.

“Oh, you mean the dog? Yeah, she’s kind of annoying I know, she never stops barking. Literally every person who walks by the house.” I said said scratching my head nervously, hopefully he isn’t allergic to dogs or anything. Dan’s expression lit up suddenly, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Um, do you like dogs?” I said hesitantly, scared to say the wrong thing and have that expression go away.

“Yeah I do, a lot.” he said nodding slowly.

“Thats cool, do you have any?” as soon as I asked I regretted it. Dan’s happy expression altered to one that looked disappointed. He shook his head once from side to side.

“I used to.” He looked down at his lap with eyes full of pain, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to make it stop.

“Phil honey, come down and get your food!” I snapped out of my daze, I had been so focused on Dan I forgot what I got up to do.

“I….. I’ll be right back.” Those words were my first selfish act that night. I should’ve asked if he was okay or wanted to talk about something else, but instead I ran. I left because I didn’t know what to say or how to fix it. I left because I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing those broken eyes for another moment.

After I made it back up the stairs with the pizza I went to open the door but noticed it was already open. Then I realized that there was an amazingly familiar sound resonating through the upstairs. Dan was laughing. A very loud and happy sound, I’m surprised I hadn’t heard it before. I stepped into my bedroom to find Dan lying on his back on the bed smile wide and laugh bellowing. Buffy was standing on his chest licking his face. I would’ve been concerned about Buffy crushing Dan’s skinny body if it weren’t for his obvious joy. The brown haired boy didn’t seem to notice me, so yes, I stood and watched him laugh like a stalker. Dan looked like a little boy. I took another step to see better but as soon as I did the floor creaked and Dan’s head snapped over to look at me, and so did Buffy’s. They both looked extremely guilty like I caught them stealing my stuff or something. Dan sat up and looked at me, his hair was a mess, and his red face glistened with dog slobber. He let out another small giggle as he wiped his face with his arm. He kept with a half smirk on his face, hair tousled and cheeks flushed most likely from being crushed.

“S...sorry about Buffy.” I let out a nervous laugh in between words. “ She doesn’t know the concept of personal space.”

“No… She’s fine, she’s not bothering me………….Actually uh, do you think she could stay?” He looked up at me with almost pleading eyes. How am I supposed to say no to that?

“Sure.” I said tilting my head and smiling brightly. To my surprise, Dan gave a half smile back.

“Ok, scooch I need to put this stuff down, my arms are killing me.”

“Oh… sorry.” Dan moved back up to where he sat before, back against the pillow and legs crossed pretzel style. On the pizza box I had balanced two glasses with ice, plates, napkins, and two bottles of water. I called Buffy off the bed and carefully placed the box down. I sat down in my spot next to dan and picked up the glasses.

“Would you mind holding these for a second?” Dan nodded as he took the glasses from me. Our hands touched when he grabbed the glasses, and I felt him jump slightly. I pretended like I hadn’t noticed it as I pushed all the other stuff off the box and opened it. Why was he so afraid of physical touch? Something as simple as him accidentally touching my finger made him flinch. I was starting to sense something was very wrong. Maybe he wasn’t just anxious, maybe there was a reason bigger than what I was understanding. I decided from then on that I would pay more attention to things when I came to Dan.

I fixed us both a plate and then traded dan’s plate for the two glasses. I placed them on the pizza box and filled them with water. I hadn’t asked what he wanted to drink so I just grabbed what I had in the fridge. He didn’t seem to mind, as when I finished pouring the glasses he gulped half of his down. I guess I should’ve offered him a drink when he got here, he must've been too nervous to ask me. He pulled the glass away from his mouth and licked the remaining liquid from his lips. Don’t watch him like a perv Phil, just eat your damn pizza.

“Are y…. Is everything ok?” I heard Dan’s soft voice next to me. I looked over and met his concerned eyes with mine. When I looked at him his breath caught, but I don’t think it was in a good way. Then I became eminently aware of the scowl I was wearing on my face, and began to vaguely recall sighing when I turned away from Dan.

“Oh! …...y yes sorry everything is fine. I was just deep in thought is all. I have an awful case of RBF.” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and smiled at him. “What do you say we keep going with the movie?” Dan nodded at me and picked up his pizza. I played the movie and picked up mine.

For the next 20 minutes Dan and I ravaged the food like vultures. Honestly I don’t think either of us were paying much attention to the movie.

“So your dog’s name is Buffy.” Dan said as more of a statement than a question. He had a mouth full of pizza and kept his eyes on the screen. “Like the vampire slayer?” He then turned to look at me swallowing the food in his mouth. Crap, he’s going to find out that I’m actually a helpless dork.

“......Maybe.” I took a nervous sip of water and looked at him sheepishly out of the corner of my eye. Dan just looked at me and chuckled. I choked a little on my water. “Ok before you judge me for my Buffy obsession don’t think I didn’t notice your Attack on Titan jumper.” This time it was Dan who choked on his drink.

“I… I didn’t think you were into anime.”

“Yup, but i’m closet fan so don’t tell.” I said grinning. “And don’t look in the wardrobe either that’s where I keep the sexy body pillows.” He chuckled and shook his head, smiling down at his plate. I watched as his smirk slowly faded into a more blank expression as he looked up and seemed to focus back on the movie. The reflection of the screen in his eyes made them dance with beautiful colors, framed in long black lashes. I looked down at his plate and at mine. We ate the entire 8 slice pizza. I’m pretty sure I had three which means Dan ate a whole five slices, which was hard to believe based on his skinny frame. He also devoured it quickly like he hadn’t eaten in days. I picked up our plates and put them in the empty box along with the water bottles. Then I grabbed the glasses and placed them on my side table. I smiled, looking back up at Dan. He liked the pineapple pizza, even though he was so skeptical about it before. He also didn’t admit to me that he liked it, stubborn kid. Dan glanced over at me and caught me staring at him with the most embarrassing smile on my face. He must’ve felt my eyes on him. Alright Phil, that is enough of creepily watching Dan, you need to pull yourself together. I called Buffy on the bed, and she laid down right between Dan and I. I reached out and stroked along her back. I got her the summer before my freshman year at a kennel nearby. I originally went there to get a husky, but the people at the kennel told me they had a German Shepherd puppy that was sick, and likely to die without proper care. The kennel didn’t want to waste the money on helping it if it were easier to just bring in another dog. It was one less dog that they had to put down. When I saw her there in the cage I knew I had to do something. Everyone was about to give up on her, and I understood the pain of feeling like you’re not enough. All these feelings were probably too complex for a dog to feel, but I felt for her nonetheless. So I begged my parents for the sick german shepherd puppy instead, and here she is. Many years and vet visits later, and she is perfectly healthy. She’s been my best friend ever since. At the moment she lied between Dan and I, her head nuzzled in behind Dan. I turned to the movie and finally was able to focus on it.

We watched the movie for what seemed like hours. With each jump scare or creepy moment Dan moved just a tad bit closer. However he could only get so close with Buffy sat right in between us. Also as the movie continued we both naturally began to slide down the bed until we were both basically lying down. Every time the music picked up or spiked Dan would let out a different sort of yelp. Sometimes he got mad at me for giggling and crossed his arms like an angry child, and other times he just glanced at me sheepishly then looked away. I had to admit that he was cute, like adorably cute, but it’s important that we stay friends at least for now, because I believe a friend is what Dan needs most. I frowned slightly and looked up at the ceiling. I have to focus simply on making a friend, and being a good one to him.

Finally the movie ended, and although I didn’t pay the most attention to it, I didn’t want it to be over yet. I had become fond of the funny yelps that Dan let out, and our back and forth banter about who was more scared. Dan was funny when he was angry, he just looked like a little boy who got told no. Same as when he laughs. But then when he is serious and quiet, it looks like he thinks with a mind well beyond his years. The screen went to black and I looked over to Dan, who had been awfully quiet considering the end was pretty scary.

Then I had realized why, he had fallen asleep who knows how long ago. He laid there silent and peaceful on his side. One of his arms was wrapped around Buffy, who was asleep pressed up against Dan’s chest. His brown hair looked so soft, laid lightly on his face. I watched his chest move up and down slowly as he breathed. He looked so peaceful, and so perfect. He looked like he belonged there, snuggling closely with buffy, breathing slow and hair tousled. I couldn’t wake him up. Not yet.

I carefully picked up the pizza box and balanced the glasses on top of it. I quietly tiptoed out of the room as to not wake up sleeping beauty over there. Honestly how can someone look so perfect when asleep I mean really. I’m glad this isn’t the other way around because I’d probably drool all over myself. I brought the pizza box downstairs and placed it on the counter, and put the glasses in the sink. He fell asleep. Dan fell asleep in my bed, snuggling my dog. In a way I was kind of happy he felt safe enough to fall asleep in my presence. Or maybe he was just REALLY tired. I decided to go with the latter.

I walked back up the stairs to my room and just looked at Dan from the doorway. I contemplated waking him up, but I figured I’d let him sleep awhile. It should only be about eight, maybe eight thirty. Hopefully there wasn’t a certain time his parents were expecting him home. I let out a sigh as I was about to close the door, but then I caught my eye on something. Dans sleeve had been pushed up a little on his arm revealing the skin on his wrist. A part of his wrist looked dark, like a bruise, but I couldn’t see clearly, his sleeve was in the way. Oh god Phil are we really gonna do this? I walked quietly back into the room and stood over the bed. Luckily since this is my room, I know where all the creaks in the floor are and was able to avoid them. I could see more clearly the mark on his wrist that was poking out from under his jumper. It was definitely a bruise. I reached out and froze with my hand hovering over his arm. Then I took a deep breath and lifted his sleeve slowly. It felt wrong, but I had to know. As I lifted the material carefully my breath caught and I held it. I had lifted the sleeve up to his elbow and already I could see at least three different bruises. What the hell happened to him. It wasn’t my place yet to ask him, it was never my place to even check in the first place. But now that I saw this I knew I wasn’t going to be able to let it go, but for now i’ll have to keep it to myself. He can’t know I was messing with him when he trusted me enough to fall asleep with me here. I carefully pulled his sleeve back down so all his bruises were covered again, this time with slightly shakier hands. I felt a flood of emotions, fear, anger, sadness. I backed away from the bed and out of the room. I left with the door just a crack open, and sat on the top step.

I sat on the stairs thinking for almost an hour. Was there a time that Klein got to him when I wasn’t there? Or is that not the right Idea at all. Maybe he plays volleyball or something, and I’m just overreacting. I shouldn’t have looked anyway, it wasn’t my business. But I can’t help but feel nervous. I decided to keep a closer eye on him than before, and if I happened to see anymore bruises to ask him about it then. For now I’ll keep my mouth shut. I stood up from my spot on the stairs and stepped into the bathroom. I flicked on the light and stood in front of the mirror and looked myself in the eyes. It’s not even my place to worry about him this much. I mean I only met the guy yesterday. Yeah we talked, and I stopped some assholes from beating him up, but that doesn’t mean I get the right to mess with him when he’s asleep just because i’m curious. I let out a long sigh and then turned the sink on. I’ll get ready for bed and then wake him up. Honestly I wouldn’t mind if he stayed there all night curled up with Buffy, sleeping soundly. Honestly today he looked like he needed the sleep, but I don’t want to get him in trouble with his parents or anything. I finished washing my face in the sink, and then took my contacts out. I put them safely in their case and put on my stereotypical pair of nerd glasses. Why must I be cursed with this depressingly poor vision. I opened the mirror and took my toothbrush out and squeezed some toothpaste on the bristles. Just as I put the toothbrush in my mouth and started brushing I heard a creak on my left. I jumped, at the unexpected sound and turned quickly, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. Dan stood in the doorway, looking more disheveled then I did. His hair was tousled and sticking up in places, and he used both his hands to rub over his tired eyes. Then he looked up and our eyes met, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Dan then looked a little surprised and turned his face away. His cheeks were red.

“I um…. I’m sorry for falling asleep.” He leaned his hip against the doorframe and fiddled with his jumper sleeve.

“das ok.” I said suddenly remembering I have a mouth full of toothpaste and a toothbrush hanging out my mouth. When I spoke some toothpaste dribbled from my lip and I leaned over the sink and spit it all out. Jesus I’m a mess.

“Aagh sorry about that. Don’t worry about falling asleep, I was about to wake you up when I was done. Wasn’t sure If there was a certain time your parents wanted you home.” Dan shook his head. We stood in silence for a moment. I stared at him, and he stared down still fumbling with his sleeves. I leaned backwards and rested my butt on the counter, and leaned back slightly on my hands.

“Ph...Phil.” Dan stuttered out looking more nervous by the second.

“What’s up.” I replied calmly, hoping to ease his nerves.

“W… What was it that you wanted to talk about..o...on the roof.” Oh, I completely forgot about that, please don’t tell me that’s what he’s so worried about.

“Oh, Dan that wasn’t that important. I just wanted to talk about what I saw in music class. I mean your playing was absolutely amazing. And I well…. I wanted to know if you were alright too. I don’t think anyone else saw, but I noticed you crying when you played…... b…..because if you were nervous because of the people I could teach you a few tricks to make them seem not so scary. I mean my mom always said to picture them all in their underwear, but that is just something that would scar me for life so what always works for me is-”

“Phil it’s fine, that’s not why I was crying.”

“Oh, sorry.” I apologized realizing I was being too pushy. Dan just nodded at me and we stood in silence once more. “I.. I also wanted to warn you too. Just because in Algebra I saw that Heath was giving you the stare down which meant he was likely to tell Klein. It just made me nervous is all.” I tried to search Dan’s eyes, but he hid them from me. “Do you have any other classes with them?”

“I uh….. Heath is in my Algebra, English, History, and gym classes, and Klein is in Music, English, History, Chemistry, and gym.”

“Ugh damn.” I sighed loudly, obviously frustrated. I looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. I wasn’t even in half those classes. “Just uh…. Tell me if they give you any more trouble okay? Don’t hesitate to come and find me either.” Dan looked up at me and gave me a slight nod, which is better than nothing I guess. Than he took a step back out of the doorway.

“I, should probably go.”

“Uh, yeah sure.” I stepped out of the bathroom and walked Dan down the stairs to the front door. I felt myself wanting him to stay, and talk all night about anything. There was still so much I wanted to talk about, but I guess there’s no fun in learning everything at once. That would ruin the journey. I did enjoy my night, and I really hope he enjoyed his. “Thanks for coming Dan, I had fun, sorry about my psychotic clingy dog.” I opened the door and stepped to the side, watching as Dan walked out onto the porch and turned to look at me.

“Thanks for having me, I-” Dan stopped and looked down at his shoes. ”I..I had fun too.” He looked up and gave me a small smile, then turned and began walking down the steps. Although the view of him walking away was a nice one, I knew I already was not very fond of it.

“Oh and Dan.” I called out to him at which point he stopped and turned around to look at me. “Don’t let Samara get you when you sleep tonight.” I watched him nervously, hoping I didn't actually scare him too much. He stood silently on the step, features illuminated by the moon’s light. His hair was blowing delicately in the cool night breeze, with a peaceful silence in the air. He smirked and then rolled his eyes as he turned back around to the dark street. His quiet chuckle filled the night air.

“Piss off Lester.” He called out as he walked away, street light carving out his silhouette. I giggled quietly to myself as I closed the door.

Additional Author’s note: So fun fact about how Dan is supposed to smell. He smells like the yankee candle called Beach Wood, he said in one of his videos that it was his favorite candle and like a creep I then purchased it curious as to how it smells. Also I couldn’t figure out how to describe the smell so I literally laid on my couch for an hour sniffing this dang candle trying to think of good words to describe it..... the only word that my mind supplied me with was warm.. hence Phil’s odd description... also sorry mom for running around the house screaming about a candle that smells like warm.

#Phanfic #phanfiction #phandom #love #first fanfic #genre: romance #genre: fluff #genre: angst #endless #Endlessfic #phan

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thegeminisage · 7 years

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And Now I Finally Leave This Fucking Plateau

but first im gonna go back to the old mans house one last time to check his diary ;_;

everything else below the cut in case of actual spoilers

on another note i LOVE how fast i can go with the paraglider like #nice

NOOOO HIS CAMPFIRE IS OUT AND HE LEFT A MESSAGE FOR ME AND A PEPPER ON THE TABLE

IM GONNA CRY JESUS CHRIST

man i wonder if that giant stone thing that chased me used to be a jaeger

(i love this in the legend of zelda i have a smartphone and there are jaegers lmao)

well anyway off i go i guess

i can see the bridge and the pin marks it as in the next little section im supposed to visit so im gonna go check it out since my heart hasn’t ached enough yet

oh my god there’s a giant bokoblin down here...oh my god

IS that a bokoblin...? it looks like a reindeer or smth lol

oh wait is it a MOBLIN?? oh my god!!!! hey dude!!!!!!!!

dude. dude. i hyped myself up to fight. i drank my ONLY atk up potion. and i killed him in one hit with a bomb arrow?? that was my OPENER, dude!! fucking weak

oh hey there’s another one

WOW ONE HIT TAKES TWO OF MY THREE HEARTS LMAO

AND IM OUT OF BOMB ARROWS

good news heres the fucking fight i wanted!!! im gonna DIE, but

ok no i threw my sword at him. broke the sword killed the moblin got a sick club instead. #nice

oh my god there’s some people fighting bokoblins!!! real people!!!!!! i will help them!!!

lmao this is not even close to where i meant to go i saw the moblin and got sidetracked

aw their names are mils and mina they gave me an elixir...and left.......

im lonely :|

like in every other game you get a companion right away that then leaves you at the end...in this game the closest thing i got was the old man and he’s already gone

....back to the bridge im going the wrongest of all possible ways

god theres so many ANIMALS out here. i could hunt for days

already killed a fox a deer and another boar

and like. i feel kinda bad. but. the Meat

haha wow all the rusted weapons stuck in the ground...wow...wow

now thats environmental storytelling jesus fucking christ

huh i finally got a rupee...i forgot those were even a thing

OH NO ANOTHER BIG STONE THING??? WHY????

it killed me in ONE HIT oh my god

apparently keese swarms are a thing, which is actually great, i’d love to fight all of them, but i only snagged two or three before they flew away like little pansies

dude i think im at lake hyrule its under the bridge and i got fucked up by an octorok

OMG OMG OMG OMG IT’S RAINING!!!!!!!! O M G

i have died four times to this ONE bokoblin camp bc this blue dude has a killer sword...im getting it no matter what.

five

six

YES!!!!!!! HAHHA EAT ME AND MORE IMPORTANTLY MY BOMB ARROWS

ooh and now i have ICE arrows...worth it

but i can’t find that sword :/

aaah here it is

ohhhh man. and here at last is eldin bridge

“bridge of hylia” bitch i know what bridge it fucking is

i’ll just cross it once. then back to the story

oh. there are lizalfos.

THEY ALWAYS FUCKING DODGE i will probably die and not be able to cross (:

yep i died

ok another day then im tired of fighting and dying a lot i wanna explore or story but i don’t wanna keep dying sorry bridge ):

HANG GLIDE INTO LAKE HYLIA bet i won’t have the stamina to get to the edge

holy FUCK i landed in a ring of lily pads and!!! there is!!! a korok here!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!

hestu...who is hestu

fucked up an octorok

and a goat

oooh i found an underwater village ruins...like im so sad but also it’s so cool

and EXACTLY like that one place in da:i

UH? THE MUSIC CHANGED AND THE MOON IS BLOOD RED THIS WAS NOT IN DA:I AND I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR FREAKY MOON SHIT IN THIS GAME

WHY IS THE SKY AND MUSIC DOING THAT IM SCARED IM GENUINELY SCARED MY HEART IS POUNDING WHAT THE FUCK

OH GOD

OH JESUS I JUST LOST FIFTY YEARS OFF MY LIFE

oh my god okay it wasnt the village it was just a thing that happens now and then

the Blood Moon which revives all the monsters you’ve killed. great. wonderful

can’t go any further bc of lizalfos...tbh i dont need to be exploring this much & right here anyway i REALLY wanna get to kakariko before bed

i found a cooking pot and thought of the old man ))):

hey and there’s a person on this bridge! and a shrine here too...good thing i backtracked

fff ive been playing so long my game pad ran out of battery....and i dont remember how to charge it aside from leaving it on the little station, but you can’t hold it up very well like that........

wow i cant actually Do anything in this shrine...seems i am missing a rune, it doesn’t just give me one

oooomg its stormin omg omg <3<3

LIGHTNING? JUST STRUCK? THE GROUND IN FRONT OF ME????

I DID NOT KNOW IT COULD DO THAT HOLY FUCK

oh my god...oh my god

omg and my weapons in the menu are sparking, the metal ones...i gotta use a wooden one omg

I GOT HIT ANYWAY??? AND DIED?? WHY????? oh my god

if only i could wait out the storm by the old mans fire ;_; i could make my own i suppose but its not the same and i hate to waste fire arrows/flint

i took shelter in the shrine instead and now im watchin the storm while the game pad charges :’)

omg there’s an octorok over here...but in the ground instead of water!!! dude

or maybe it’s a weird kind of deku scrub hahaha

nope it was tentacle-y and gave me octo balloons it was definitely an octorok...i wonder if dekus are even in this game i fuckin hope so

theres a tower over there and i wanna Climb It And Get A Map geez

my game pad keeps running out of battery lol is it trying to tell me to go to bed

you’re weak game pad i’m not going to bed until i find a human settlement tough fucking luck

this post is getting SUPER long but i don’t wanna cut it off bc the next one will be super short bc i KNOW im almost there......

aw hey a sunshower :3

time to put my smartphone on the tower

ah this one was much calmer than the last one

ohhhh finally...a proper map Yes Yes Yes Thank You Nayru Din & Farore

ooh and a new rune

this river is apparently named squabble river which is apt bc thats all i did trying to fucking get across it

Why Do I Never Have Any Arrows

i’m not sure where to go next like i feel obligated to explore those areas i didnt get to yet but also i wanna see other people............

oh i found a merchant! damn food sells for a pretty penny rupee

ok yeah no im obviously gonna be playing until ddawn no need to kid ourselves. cutting this off here

also i havent been on my dash in hours i’ve been writing the posts without looking at tumblr at all i’m sorry i haven’t replied to anyone else’s liveblogs ;_; i just can’t tear myself away from this long enough to catch up on my dash!!!!

#personal #loz blogging #botw spoilers

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Alex L: are you hoping Matt wont fight me this weekend?

Me: no. I'm hoping you'll fight him. Cause I'll know you'll win.

Alex: you think so?

Me: mmhmmm you always do

Alex: he's huge though baby

Me: well don't go for his Dick. He doesn't have one. But doesn't matter though Alex. I heard someone told him 10 people already had his name on Their fists. So you will be fine.

Alex: well im not using ten other people! Im just talking about me myself and I! Shit Saint Luches! She's gonna get me killed

Me: actually the group of 10 has more danger of being hurt unless they are to hold him down or stand in line. Because they don't have a chance to move when there's such a large group. You alone can totally kick his ass because you know how to move that lil ass. Remember that.

Alex: fucking pillow talk with Sabrina. Shit

Me: besides that baby You know he only got so big cause he was scared because he can't fight. And then he can't even touch the middle of his back anyway because hes got all them useless muscles.

Alex: really? They're useless? He can pick up a car

Me: brass knuckles you funky munky

Alex: You!!

Me: yeah. Gas monkey you used to drive for him. It was black and green lettering and I always sung it when I saw it

Alex: dam baby

Me: all the time. You like that huh?

Alex: Fuck babe

Me: and I remember, too

Alex: you're gonna make me cry

Me: you're gonna need to buy me a bra. I can't find mine

Alex: it's over there in the corner under that Like if shit or in the ... Is it in the hamper baby?

Me: I dont... Think so baby... I don't even... I haven't worn one in like... Since October?

Alex: i noticed

Me: old lady titties. You shouldn't be looking .. Leave them poor old things alone..them old hippie drippies look like they ain't seen a bra in their life!

Alex: well why did you quit wearing it?

Me: i got tired of putting it on everyday!

Alex: alright baby I'll buy you a bra. I know your size

Me: 48 or 46? Idk don't look at me!

Alex: i think it's 46 babe

Me: you have to try it on. Take all your boys babe

Alex: to buy you a bra?

Me: to try them out. You know how to do it. You gotta put it on... Then you gotta jump in front of the mirror and see if you like what you see. I bet Phoenix has a mall. Cacique.. I think it closed down but.. Don't go in Victoria Secrets they will look at your boys rude and yoh all sexy. But go to Frederick of Hollywood. All the girls on Christopher Street go,there

Alex: i know they did

Me: alright so you know what to do

Alex: where this bouncing come from?

Me: you know they can't unlacth the back so in a hurry they can see what it will look like when you know they don't take the bra off and he's got her jiggling.

Alex: I see. This is very testy, how serious is this babe?

Me: very!! I bet them boys forgot their Dick waa even for fucking!! They gotta get all the weird shit outta the way. So parading around in bras jumping up and down its like a bonding moment unlike no other!

Alex: and heels? You want us go try those on?

Me: mmhmmm and buy a pair in their size and then they girls don't wanna wear heels except in bed they will know why. Cause girl ain't wanna heard "them $3,000 shoes ain't ever hit the floor just wrapped around my ass and i swear your heel got real close to my shit hole and you may not wear them again" no she wanna hear "baby your shoe molested me and got me So scared i thought some one was here to take me away from you" that's what baby

Alex: what else baby?

Me: the thong.

Alex: okay baby I'll see what i can do

Me: good baby. That sounds wonderful. I think that's all

Alex: you want me to get your nails done baby? I saw you looking at them

Me: no. They cut them all the same and mine were peeling. But you can paint them. But i don't want to go to the salon

Saint Luches: they can treat them

Me: then we all go.

Alex: i knew that one was coming

Me: i see why you offered.

Saint Luches voice gets deep: for treatment

Me: yeah so after you get all dolled up at the mall yoh most certainly can take down a wanna be terminator with no arm reach. Take Steven Torrence to the mall, babe. Yoh said you owe him a jealousy apology

Alex: babe that's sounds more like torture!!

Me: if you're not invited to some weird cyclone event on Chandler love weekend

Alex: fine but because you called it Chandler Love Weekend

Me: i can't believe you got jealous!

Alex: what i did I did

Me: im just saying. I probably would been too probably but it was non touch. Non chalet just chillin,making someone feel good about themselves

Alex: you weren't ever serious?

Me: i think he's bunker kid adorable boy friend. Not bed.

Alex: aww shit I may had punched him a few too many times

Me: a few? Why?

Alex: eh babe don't ask questions I don't wanna answer.

Me: you really hit him? Like hard?

Alex: he hit me first !! ..... .... sometimes!

Me: you were in war with him?

Alex: hey look. You said boy friend in one word that's all i saw

Me: so. Babe and i was gonna take my girlfriend Brittany to bed?

Saint Luches: hey now a man could wish!

Me: insane. Insane. a War with a bunker boy!

Alex: it was.. It was... It was bad as hell i ain't gonna lie.

Me: you should been happy i had an anchor baby

Alex: I'm so dumb!

Me: did he hit you back good enough?

Alex: he called his mom who called my mom. Don't laugh don't laugh.I'm over here old as hell can't grow a mustache and his mom is calling my mom for the first time. It never happened in my fucking life.

Me: is that what he said? You can't grow a mustache so i wanna real man? So what you called him short? You guys did name calling for no reason until you got mad and threw a punch

Alex: look his mom called my mom first alright. Whose the wimp

Me: babe you probably gave him a bloody nose! And he had a heart attack. He needs extra love.

Saint Luches: you stop that right now

Me: im not talking to you. Really don't beat up that little boy

Alex: he's a grown man babe

Me: i said he's a little boy. You leave him alone.

Saint Luches: you know what i noticed too? He wasn't putting on a pansy about it. He was a real bitch, Alex was

Me: why you gonna yell at him for what I do?

Alex: i was feeling neurotic

Me: i was feeling unsafe and he was safe

Alex: don't cry. I'll apologize okay? I'll give him a dollar

Me: just make sure it's not pennies in a sock

Alex: alright just don't cry. I hate when you cry for what i do

Me: he was an anchor baby and i told you a thousand times.

Mark: dam it that's sexy.

Me: you like my anchor babies?

Mark: yeah. It wasn't that bad babe he was putting you on. It got pretty heated but he didnt beat him up

Me: did he think little Steven was possessing me? Making me like him because he's a nice kid

Mark: He was really just crazy he didn't know what to think and people like both med and large Jesse were taking shit how you were fucking Steven behind Alex's back and Matt got on it. It was bad babe.

Me: that's fucked up. I should had killed them already

Alex: you what? Music to my ears

Me: is he really going shopping?

Mark: you know I can't tell you that

Me: I'm sorry they did that to you Alex. No one told me.

Alex: really? No one? I told you they were fucking with me about him and I was getting mad

Me: and I said I was not hiding anything and it was plain to see

Alex: I know and I said I would beat himup anyway

Me: I thought you meant Jesse

Alex: oh Jesus Christ

Me: well i tell you thst scrap ain't scared of shit. He ain't ever blocked me. That's a real man if you ask me.,BABE. Use your brain.,

Alex: oh ok I'll go apologize and I'll be nice

Mark: they never get along because of you

Me: and the first day I call him sexy He blocks me. Alex come here.

Alex: what

Me: I love you

Alex: alright I'll get over it -- I mean him

Me: well I don't need to because you had more passion in your relationship than he and I did. Just so you know

Alex: are you sure?

Me: YES! :)

Alex: I'll learn to chill

Me: and I thought you were. Until I saw you fighting Tanner Gray. Who by the way is hot. But Babe.

Alex: you think hes hot?!?!

Me: you're focused on the wrong thing.

Alex: he said he would fuck yoh so i beat him up

Me: and i appreciate it.

Alex: wh

Me: because i didn't even know who he was and he was talking shit and i found it to be disrespectful and i didn't run across it online till weeks later. Or months Idk. And it was gross. He don't know me to be talking like that. Someone's kid all nasty up on me. He wasn't invited. I didn't see him that way. Did Steven say he would fuck me?

Alex: no

Me: okay. So don't listen to rumors ok? Ok?

Alex: yeah alright babe.

Me: okay. He's sick like me. He had a heart attack

Alex: Steve Torrence did

Me: yeah. We had things in common not alot of people do. Child hood sickness. Like you and me. We didn't have a normal child hood. While we weren't actually sick. We saw the sickest things in the world. It just felt safe to know he was there. Not like id be all in his trailer. I'd rather be in John Force's trailer just because he is more fatherly.. He just made it help feel safe for me. You see now? And I'm pretty sure they knew that. That's why they started taking shit. Because it could been about anyone to make you upset. But to keep me away so they can human traffic or try to pimp girls. They know I'll fuck up their shit So they would find my safety zone and attack it. So you fight with Steve Torrence. Then I get mad at you. Then what? You don't trust me. So then you're all paranoid and then you don't like people I like so we have no one in common. They had a whole list. Big Jesse ran by me. I just told them I didn't like anyone in it. But they knew who I would. They did. I remember I looked him up. Like Greg Line. Then they wanted to know how much I paid attention to mechanics and they were all "pick this one. Pick this one." On and on then "that should fuck her up" well i didn't know what the fuck they were talking about I really wasn't interested in racing. I knew there was shit to find but I didn't know what. So i knew I wasn't interested in what they were about. Because I have my own ways. My own shit I look for. My own reasons to do things. Them fucking with you is not something I ever thought would happen. I really thought you were all non violent and chill. Outta drama minding your own business

Alex: well I really am babe but they brought it to me

Me: I know baby, that is what I'm saying. To hurt you.

Alex: oh the fuck they did. I see. I'll earnestly apologize to Steve Torrence

Me: honestly?

Alex: it means the same thing. Then I'll take care of that rumor mill okay baby

Me: ok. Thank you

Alex Laughlin: I love you

Me: i love you, too

Alex: More than Steve?

Me: differently than him baby. Diffffferent. I love you

Alex: I love you. Don't cry no more Ok? I'll take care of it baby.

Me: k

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