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hannaswritingblog · 10 days
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Imagine: hitchhiking with Eddie Munson to a metal concert
Fandom: Stranger Things
"For fuck's sake!" you hear Eddie yell from the side of the road as another car passes him by. "Nobody takes hitchhikers these days."
"Are you surprised?" you ask, crushing a can of coke you've just emptied as you walk up to him. "Look at us. We're not just hitchhikers, we're dirty metalheads."
"Yeah, I know. And I wouldn't mind it, but it's fucking freezing, man!"
You laugh under your breath. You tried so many times to explain to Eddie that hitchhiking to a concert right at the beginning of January is not the best idea, but he was more stubborn than you were convincing. That's how you ended up on the side of that road, rather freezing to death alongside Eddie than letting him do stupid things on his own.
You almost open your mouth to let out a snarky I told you so, when a car approaches you and stops just where you stand. Inside you can see two guys, maybe in their early 20s, one behind the wheel and one in the passenger seat, both of them looking eerily similar to Eddie.
"Hey! Where do you wanna get?" asks the guy driving the car after rolling down his window.
"To Cincinnati. Are you heading in that direction?" you ask.
"We're going right to Cincinnati, baby! We'd rather die than miss that Iron Maiden concert," says the other guy.
"No shit! We're trying to make it to that concert too!" Eddie exclaims.
"Seriously? Jump in then!"
You and Eddie exchange excited smiles as he opens the door of the car and you stumble into the back seat. Hitchhiking may be hard sometimes, but this is your lucky day.
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Thank you so much for tagging me @rosier-than-roses 💜
Name: Hanna
Star sign: Gemini
Height: 5’5” (165 cm)
Birthday: June 9th
Fave artists: Sabaton, Majestica, Powerwolf (currently)
Song that I have stuck in my head: Stormtroopers by Sabaton
Last film I watched: Chocolat
Last show I binged: I started watching a few shows lately but haven't binged any
Created my blog: summer 2014
Last thing I googled: 'why 98 sailors tow the carriage' (at Elizabeth II's funeral)
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years
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Not the One
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/c9eobIz
by hannaswritingblog
Even though you come from completely different worlds, you were noticed but Bruce Wayne and asked to be his girlfriend. When you're at your happiest, things take a bitter turn after you get stood up on a date.
Words: 1134, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Ficlets (reader insert)
Fandoms: Gotham (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Reader
Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, POV Female Character, Cheating
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randomfandomimagine · 3 years
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The lovelies, @hannaswritingblog, @ninaaznk / @musicallisto​ and @sheimagineddragons tagged me to do this Picrew. This one is so beautiful!
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sweetwriters · 3 years
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Dear @hannaswritingblog
I just wanted to let you know that your works are wonderful! Even if you don't have many followers, know that your works are fantastic! And you definitely deserve much more than u have! 😤 You are a lovely person, you deserve the world and I'm glad I found your blog.
Happy anniversary and I hope that break will help you feel better and relax a little.
Love ya! 💗
With love, anon.
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randomfandomrecs · 4 years
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hannaswritingblog · 3 months
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Imagine: going to a costume party with Edmund Pevensie, dressed as a king and a queen
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx
Something that had stricken you during your first meeting with Edmund was the aura of royalty that surrounded him. He's just a teenage boy, but you can't shake off the feeling that he has seen a lot, maybe even fought wars and travelled through kingdoms. He even told you such stories sometimes, and as odd as they are, they feel... believable.
That's why it makes sense to you that when he invites you to a costume party and you agree to go with him, Edmund suggests going dressed as a king and a queen.
You often felt unsure about this idea, wondering if you should've accepted Edmund's invitation. Yet there you are, standing in front of a mirror, already in a gown you have sewn yourself for this occasion.
It's very muffled initially, but you can hear your mom talking with Edmund who arrived to pick you up; she lets him in and leads him to your room.
"I feel stupid," you say when he enters, not even letting him say anything. "We really shouldn't go."
"What are you talking about? You look beautiful."
"Thank you, but... I don't think I'm going to belong."
Edmund stands next to you and puts his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.
"I don't care what they think of us at the party, you definitely belong by my side. You know you're my perfect queen."
You can't help but laugh. In his stories you would be great as a queen by his side. Although it plays well into your view of him, you don't know how to feel about it. You only blush and smile back at Edmund when he adds:
"You look beautiful tonight. I'm sure it'll be appreciated at the party. But now we should get going."
You leave your room arm in arm with Edmund, growing more and more happy to spend the night together.
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hannaswritingblog · 3 months
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Imagine: Jim Hopper asking you out on a date
Fandom: Stranger Things
Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx
You rarely ever make dinner other than the frozen food that's quick and easy to prepare. Only on days like today, when Hopper stops by your place, you actually put some effort into the food you'd sit to eat together.
You and Jim have been friends with benefits ever since you moved to Hawkins a couple of years back. You met him by accident when you were running some errands in town, but it didn't stop you from being instantly drawn to him. Jim must've felt the same, as he would visit you more and more often. Things soon became heated and the room at your place he would visit most often was your bedroom. Despite you two being so close, you've never dared to ask to be something more with him. It seems... natural that you're just friends.
Your reminiscence of the past is interrupted by a knock on a door. You turn off the stove and rush to let Jim in. It takes you by surprise when after opening the door, you see him with flowers in hand, wearing a flannel shirt that you've never seen before. Struck by his appearance, you freeze in place for a second.
"Hi, Y/N," he says, "are you going to let me in or..."
"Sure, come in," you respond, moving out of his way. "Hey, is this flannel new? Are you seeing someone else after?"
"This?" he points at his shirt, sounding surprised. "No, I just haven't worn it in a while, but it is one of my better ones. But why would I see anyone else later?"
"Because you never dress up for me. And the flowers..."
"Oh, that. Yeah... Well, it's all for you, this is a special occasion and..."
Seeing him so flustered makes you laugh a little and ask:
"An occasion? Are we celebrating something? I would make something even better for dinner and..."
"Don't worry about that, sweetheart," he tells you and explains: "We're not celebrating today, but next week it'll be two years since we first met and I thought it's high time for us to become more than friends. I was hoping that... you would go on a date with me."
"You mean... an actual date? Not this... thing we do every few days?"
"Yes, that's what I mean. Unless you don't feel the same..."
"I feel exactly the same," you stop him with a reassurance. "I'll go on that date with you."
Hopper gives you a big smile and leans in for a kiss, which you gladly accept.
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hannaswritingblog · 24 days
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Imagine: Jack Sparrow and James Norrington getting jealous of you
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Suggested by anon [x] – I really hope that this imagine is at least close to what you had in mind and that you like it! And if you have any other suggestions, my inbox is always open. 😊
You're walking down a pier in the Port Royal harbour, trying to clear your mind. Everyone's been waiting for James Norrington to be promoted to Commodore for a while now and today, on a day of the official ceremony, the area is buzzing with excitement.
Being a part of James's immediate circle, you should feel that excitement too. Deep in your heart you certainly do. But at the same time you can't help but wonder how your life would've gone if you didn't abandon your life at sea. Your life as a pirate...
Lost in your thoughts, you don't realise you're not alone anymore until you feel a tap on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around only to see the soon-to-be Commodore next to you.
"Is something bothering you, Y/N?" Norrington says, smiling softly.
"Oh, it's... nothing, James. Nothing's bothering me. I was just thinking about... my past."
His smile immediately fades away, but he manages to keep his composure as he tells you:
"You don't have to worry about your past. Nobody around knows that you were a pirate except me, and I intend on keeping your secret safe, just as I promised."
"Thank you. But... you know who was my captain during my time as a pirate, right?"
A solemn expression crosses his face before he says:
"Yes. Yes, I know. And it doesn't change a thing."
Deep down you know it changes a lot, but neither of you is going to admit it. But even though his pride must be hurt, you appreciate that James is steady in his promise.
"I'm glad. If you could give me one more minute alone though. I'll join you soon."
"Of course."
He bows to you slightly and walks away. You wait for Norrington to be gone from your sight before reluctantly following him.
On your way out of the harbour you pass a familiar figure. It takes you a second to realise where you know the person from, but once you do, you can't help but turn around and call out:
"Jack!"
"Oh. So it really is you, Y/N," Jack Sparrow says, walking back to you. "Didn't expect to see you around, sweetie."
"As if it wasn't where you dropped me off last time we saw each other," you respond.
"Okay, so maybe I knew I'd find you here. But not in the company of an officer of the Royal Navy, for sure."
"Oh, Norrington? He's just a..." You stop for a second when you notice that Jack's usual sly smile is now gone. "Wait... are you jealous?"
"What, me? Jealous? Of some officer? Never." Only when you raise an eyebrow at him, he admits: "Okay. I might be just a little jealous. But if this is how you live now..."
"Yes. I believe it is."
"...then I won't try to change your mind."
Something in your heart stings, as if you wanted him to try. You almost ask him to, but instead you catch yourself saying:
"Thank you. I still hope you'll stick around; Norrington is promoted to Commodore today, it's a chance to have some fun."
"You should stop tempting me, Y/N. A chance to have a good time and be in your presence? I reckon I shall stick around."
Jack sends you a smile before you part ways. And that smile is how you know he's back to his usual self and besides the fun, you can definitely expect some trouble.
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hannaswritingblog · 4 months
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“Do you find me brave yet?” Neville Longbottom prompt
Fandom: Harry Potter
Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx
A/N: I almost gave up on this idea, as well as on others that are waiting for me from before my unexpected break, but I needed something to get back on track anyway and sometimes all you need is an old suggestion. :D I hope you'll enjoy this!
The battle at the Department of Mysteries certainly wasn't something you expected to take part in on this summer night. Confused and exhausted, all you want is to find some rest. But before you can lay and try to get any sleep, you feel the need to make sure all your friends are taken care of.
The only person gone from your radar is Neville Longbottom. A bit worried, you decide to find him, wherever he is. After a solid hour of searching, you come across him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.
"Hey," you say softly, trying to get his attention. "What are you doing here, all alone?"
"I'm so- I'm sorry, I just needed t-to rest for a while," he explains in a shaky voice.
"Oh, don't apologise! A lot happened today, I understand needing to rest. But I was worried about you."
You try to soothe your friend, sitting next to him and putting your hand on his. You wish you had words to comfort him more, but after everything that happened in the Ministry of Magic, nothing that would be good enough comes to your mind.
"Do you find me brave yet?" he asks out of the blue.
Startled by the sound of his voice, you don't immediately answer.
"Wh-what do you mean?" you ask back, wondering what he even wants to hear.
"Well... I know I will never get to Harry's level, and that I'll never be as appreciated as Hermione, or even the Weasleys," he starts explaining, "but one thing I want is to be worthy of being a Gryffindor. And everyone knows Gryffindors are brave. I was hoping..."
"Okay, stop for a second here," you interrupt him. "So you think you're not brave?"
"I don't see why I wouldn't think that. I'm afraid of everything."
You let out a sigh. Having always seen Neville as one of the bravest people you know, it never crossed your mind he could see himself in a different light.
"If you were afraid of everything, you wouldn't go to the Ministry tonight, would you?"
Neville doesn't answer you, clearly trying to process your words. Taking advantage of his silence, you add:
"Besides, the Sorting Hat would have made a different choice if you weren't brave enough to be a Gryffindor. And yet you are one."
"Are you trying to say you do find me brave?" he finally speaks again.
"Of course, silly! I never doubted that."
A soft smile lightens up his face and you're sure he believed you. Knowing how much you must've helped him, you start feeling a little better yourself.
It's been a long night, the night that's just a beginning of tough times, but this conversation made it a little bit more bearable.
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Imagine: stealing Peter Pevensies’s sweater and him making you hot cocoa 🍂
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Requested by @winterxisxcomingx [x]
'Hey, is that my sweater?' Peter asks you as you walk into the room.
'Yeah, why?' you respond, smiling at him.
'Well, I don't remember giving it to you.'
'It's because I took it myself.'
Peter puts on his angry face, but you know he wouldn't really get mad at you for this, so you let him pull you close to him and say:
'If that's the case, I should take it back!'
As he's playfully trying to take the sweater off you, he runs his fingers down your hand. His face becoming concerned, he asks:
'Y/N, are you okay? It feels like you're freezing!'
'Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a bit cold, but it's because autumn has started and the weather is changing.'
'Of course. But there still might be a remedy for it. Wait a minute, please.'
Peter sits you on a couch and disappears in the kitchen. He comes back after a while with a steaming cup.
'Here. A cup of hot cocoa for you.'
'Thank you!' you respond happily, taking the cup from him. 'You didn't have to do this, you know.'
'Oh, I had to,' Peter said, sitting right next to you. 'I'd do everything to keep you warm. And you can keep the sweater too!'
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Imagine: being Mr. Gold’s daughter and sneaking into his potion making room where you get hurt
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Requested by anon [x]
Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.
As his only daughter, you've always been the apple of your father's eye. You know he deeply cares about you and would do anything to make sure you're safe.
Sometimes keeping you safe means setting boundaries though. There are things you're not supposed to see - some of them hiding in your own house. You often come across doors that just won't open or questions that your father will never answer.
Living like this your whole life, you got used to it pretty quickly. But as you grow into your teens, your understandable curiosity grows with you. That's why you don't pass up the chance to explore your father's potions room when one day you find its door open.
Initially, you don't even mean to go through his stuff, you just want to look around. Yet, before you know it, your hands reach for one of the bottles standing on the table. The second you grab it, you get startled by the sound of the creaking door, followed by Mr. Gold's voice:
'What are you doing here, Y/N?'
You can feel the bottle slipping out of your hand. When you're trying to catch it, it breaks; you can feel glass shards cutting into your skin and liquid pouring down your fingers.
'I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!' you say in a trembling voice.
'It's okay,' your father responds. 'Just calm down.'
He quickly goes to treat your wounds. Once he's done, he orders you to go to your room and stay there until you feel better.
'But I already feel good,' you insist. 'It's just a hand. You don't have to worry about me.'
'Of course I do,' he says. 'I'm your father after all. I'll always worry about you.'
'I'm sorry I went into that room. I was curious and...'
'Sh... You don't have to explain yourself, I'm not mad at you. Now get some rest.'
You finally surrender and lay yourself comfortably on your bed. You can feel your dad's presence in your bedroom until you fall asleep.
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Headcanon: being Jacques Snicket’s daughter raised by VFD
Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events
Requested by anon [x]
A/N: I'm sorry that I kept you waiting for so long and the headcanon still turned out a bit short after all this time. I hope you like it anyway!
Even with all the volunteers still keeping together, it's a tough business to be in the organisation
But it's always been important to your father that the cause they fight for is great and noble
That's why he never kept it a secret from you, even when you were quite young
Moreover, he might believe it's better this way, to expose you to the VFD early so you can learn what to expect when you're older
Often it's easier for him too, to have a group of people supporting him in raising you, helping you learn and gain experience
Starting with his siblings, your uncle Lemony and aunt Kit
They're always there to support their brother in raising his daughter
You form a close bond with Kit who becomes your role model
She helps you navigate the world as a girl who still has a lot of growing up to do
And also shows you how to be a strong woman who can defend her friends and herself when necessary
That doesn't mean you don't spend time with Lemony and Jacques
Especially your dad always makes sure you have enough of his attention
Despite making the final decision to never shelter you from VFD, he's very protective of you
He's doing his best to make sure that the evil you might come across doesn't get to you
To balance out the fact you're learning all the time and preparing to help VFD in extinguishing fires, he allows you to attend the parties organised by the group
So you can see there's time for hard work, but also for some fun
Both Jacques and Lemony always have at least one dance with you at each party, so that you feel included
And to show everybody that you're primarily one of the family, a true Snicket
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Imagine: being a werewolf and hiding it from Sabrina Spellman, your crush
Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Requested by @perfectartisanwerewolf [x]
Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.
Hiding your true self can get hard. It's even harder when you have to hide it from the people important to you. You may wish to be completely honest with them, but it's not the greatest option when it most likely will scare them away.
That's why it's always been easier to just hide the fact you're a werewolf from Sabrina. No matter how tough it was to be on your own with what you are, it's better than risking losing her, especially since you realised you developed a crush on her.
It's another day when you know you're going to transform later on. Your plan is to just stay at your house and peacefully go through the process. You know from experience that it's going to hurt and maybe it'd be better to have someone trusted by your side, but you've gone through it on your own so many times already, you had a chance to get used to it.
What interrupts your plan for the night is... Sabrina asking you out.
'Hey, Y/N!' she approaches you when you see each other that day. 'Would you like to go out tonight? There's a new movie coming out, I thought you'd like to see it.'
Your heart skips a beat when you realise this could be your chance with her, and another when it occurs to you this is the worst night possible for her to ask this question.
'Um... Sorry, but I can't.'
'Why?' she asks, sounding disappointed. 'Don't you want to go out with a friend?'
'Brina, I wish I could... I already have plans for tonight though.'
'Oh. Okay. Next time, then. But let me know if you're able to go, okay?'
'Sure.'
You head back home, hurting from the idea of having to reject your crush. Why did she have to ask on this specific day? Even tomorrow would've been much, much better.
Once your transformation starts, the memory of talking to Sabrina slowly fades away as the physical pain starts to creep in. The last thing you can clearly remember is hearing someone knocking at your door and managing to escape through the back door, hoping not to hurt them.
Once you regain consciousness after the transformation, you realise you're in Sabrina's room. She's sitting next to you on her bed, holding your hand.
'What am I doing here?' you ask faintly, trying to sit up.
'Shhh, lay down,' she says. 'I brought you here when you started transforming back.'
'Did I hurt you?'
'No. But... I might've hurt you,' Sabrina admits, pointing at your arm wrapped in a bandage. 'I didn't think you could be a werewolf, I wanted to defend myself... and you. I'm sorry.'
'Don't be, you couldn't have known.'
'I would, if only you told me. Why didn't you?'
You decide to be honest with Sabrina as you start talking:
'I didn't want to scare you away. You've been such a good friend to me and... I must admit, I have a crush on you. I was afraid you wouldn't want to be associated with me if you knew I was a werewolf, let alone be interested in me.'
'Oh, Y/N, why would you say that?', she exclaims as she goes to hug you. 'Your condition isn't up to you, there's no way I would reject you based on just that.'
You want to respond, but your voice gets stuck in your throat. All you can do is hug her back, hoping it's enough to let her know how grateful you are for having her in your life.
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hannaswritingblog · 1 month
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Imagine: going down the rabbit hole with Alice Kingsleigh
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland
Alice has always been one of the oddest people you know. She might not be particularly weird, but being lost in her own world and her disregard of certain social norms definitely makes her stand out.
That's why it didn't surprise you that during her engagement party she ran away and disappeared for a few hours and then, upon coming back, told everybody off. But even for you it's hard to believe the stories she brought back from the time she was gone.
"But Alice, even you should know that things like that don't happen! Cats don't just disappear, caterpillars don't smoke, and what sisters are you talking about again?" you tell her, rushing after her through the park where the party happened just a few days ago.
"Oh, stop with that nonsense, Y/N," Alice responds, stopping and grabbing your hand. "You'll believe me when I show you."
"Nonsense? That Wonderland of yours is the nonsense here!"
Alice sighs and without letting go of your hand she leads you to a nearby tree. You can clearly see a hole gaping from between the roots. Your friend smiles triumphantly and points at it, saying:
"See? This is how I got to Wonderland."
"By following a white rabbit down that hole?" Alice nods. "And you want to do it again?"
"Of course! Why else would I bring you here?" Seeing your hesitation, she adds: "Y/N, please! What's the worst that could happen?"
Whether the Wonderland she's been talking about was real or not, you can think about dozens of things that could go wrong, but before you could say any of them out loud, Alice suddenly rushes to the hole and jumps down. And as she’s never let go of your hand, you have no choice but to follow her, and your screams soon fill the tunnel you fall down alongside your friend for what feels like eternity...
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Imagine: being Laurits Seier’s girlfriend and him confronting you when you become distant
Fandom: Ragnarok
Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 [x]
Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.
As usual, you're waiting for Laurits after school. He seems to always have some business to take care of with other students.
You don't mind that, you know that once he's done, he'll have all of his time just for you, but you can never understand how it's so easy for him to make friends and maintain relationships with other people, especially when he's a new student. You've known most people in Edda most of your life and you still have issues in making new friends, while Laurits can sometimes make them in a matter of seconds even after coming back to the town after a few years.
Knowing that you have problems with interpersonal relationships and he could be partners with anyone he wants, you appreciate it even more that you had Laurits's attention and eventually became his girlfriend. Sure, maybe he's the only person you enjoy spending time with and you're holding onto him quite much, but it's never bothered you... at least not until a group of students passes you by and you hear one of them saying:
'I can't believe Y/N is out here on her own.'
'Right? It's weird to see her without Laurits, she doesn't seem to ever let him go,' their friend adds.
You instinctively turn your head towards the group. They must've realised you overheard the conversation as one of them approaches you and says:
'Hey, Y/N. Where's your boyfriend?'
'I'm not sure what you mean...'
'Oh, you must know what I mean. You're always clinging onto him, I'm surprised you're not glued to his arm.'
You want to push back, but good responses to bullying have never been your forte. Before you can think of anything to say, Laurits appears next to you.
'Is everything okay, Y/N?' he asks, putting his arm around your waist. 'Are they bothering you?'
'No, it's okay,' you respond, at the same time slightly moving away from him.
'Good. So, do you still want to come to my place as we planned?'
'Of course. That would be great.'
You hope he doesn't notice how you keep the distance between you two or always find an excuse not to hold his hand, like needing to blow your nose or put on gloves. Yet, once you make it to his house and get a moment alone in his room, he asks:
'What got into you today? Have I done something wrong?'
'No, not at all,' you answer. 'You're perfect, as always.'
'So, what is it? Did those people at school tell you something?'
'Well... they said I never let you go and I'm always clinging to you. I think it seems weird to others, so I thought I should... step back a little.'
Lauris reaches out for your hand and holds it tightly, even when for a second you want to move it away.
'I don't care what other people say, Y/N,' he starts to explain. 'They can see us as the weirdest couple in this town, I really don't care. I love you and I don't mind the way you are at all. It makes me happy how close we are, and I wouldn't exchange it for anything.'
'Do you mean it?' you make sure one more time.
'Of course!'
You finally allow yourself to smile and go for a hug. Laurits returns the hug with a sigh of relief.
'I missed being so close to you,' he whispers, 'even if you've only been distant for a few hours.'
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