#oh and this friend won’t be able to call anyone all summer so I just can’t talk to them on the phone again until fall

[helloimtired]

never being anyone’s best friend or the most important person in anyone’s life, ever, can really fuck you up emotionally

#like throughout my life i’ve had people that i’d call my best friends #but I guess I was never theirs #like they always had more important friends that would always take precedence #and then now as an adult people’s partners always take precedence #which is fair and valid #I just can’t never find that for myself and always end up as an afterthought and it really really fucks you up #hence me sobbing rn #bc a friend and I were supposed to call tonight and had scheduled it a few days ago #aaaand they just told me they can’t because they’re still on a call with their partner who’ve they’ve called basically everyday this week #oh and this friend won’t be able to call anyone all summer so I just can’t talk to them on the phone again until fall #and yeah i’m sobbing rn #rants and rambles #friends #long distance friendship #lonliness #friendship #no friends #friend jealousy #never had a ​best friend #friendless #how to keep friends #i dont know how to make friends #friend yearning

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A Potions Mishap

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!Y/N

Tropes: Hogwarts au, Slytherin!Hwa, Ravenclaw!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining

T/W: injury with a knife, feeling dizzy/sick, f word

Words: ~4k

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You normally enjoy Potions class, you really do. But, today, the thought of spending the whole afternoon in the dungeons was filling you with a sense of tediousness and dread. Not only was it a perfect summer day- one that you couldn’t even enjoy because of double potions, but it was also exam season- so, even if you hadn’t had class blocking up the whole day, then studying for your N.E.W.T.’s was enough to ruin anyone’s mood. Add a granola bar for every meal for the past two weeks and barely four hours of sleep from the night before, and the equation spelled a truly annoying and exhausting end to your school day.

Noticing the sour look on your face, your friend and fellow Ravenclaw housemate, Hongjoong waved his fork in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N.”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Whaaaaat?”

“Have you seen the time? We have class in 5 minutes, and – did you seriously not eat anything, again?”

You blinked down at your where your plate should be. Instead, you saw your Potions text, riddled with notes in the margins and covered in pink highlights. To the side sat your plate of food, untouched.

“Ah, shit.”

 Hongjoong began to open his mouth to lecture you before you cut him off, “Just save it- as if you haven’t forgotten to eat because you also got caught up in some project at the table!”

He quickly closed his mouth and gave you a stern smile instead. “At least I don’t do it every day. From tomorrow onwards, if you don’t eat, I will force feed you, I swear.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and finally pulled your sandwich towards you. Still, you only managed a few bites before it was time to go.

You sighed as you walked down the stairs. You were really not looking forward to – before you could even finish the thought, you were attacked from behind. Gasping, you almost lost your balance down the last step, but the perpetrators steadied you. You shot a look of annoyance over both your shoulders at the two banes of your existence.

“Aw, noona. What’s got you sighing like that?” San asked.

“Or should we ask- whoooo?” Wooyoung wagged his eyebrows at you.

You huffed as you pushed them both off. “As if. Try to kill me again, and I’ll hex you so bad you won’t be able to sit your exams, I mean it.”

“Oh, noona. Please hex me. PLEASE. I really don’t wannaa take these fucking N.E.W.T.s.” Mingi added.

You pushed ahead of the three Gryffindor idiots, hiding your smile. “Why do I even bother?”

A low chuckle reached your ears. “I ask myself the same question every day, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed to keep your features cool as you turned your head up to Seonghwa who was holding the door to the classroom open for you and the guys. You managed to say hello and thank him before the blush could really bloom on your cheeks and across your nose.

Hongjoong wagged his eyebrows at the look on your face as he took his usual spot next to you at the worktable. He was the only one who knew of your crush on the Slytherin.

It had all started in 6th year. Up until then, Potions had always been taught to you with the Hufflepuffs. As such, you, and Hongjoong for that matter, had never had this class with the Gryffindors or the Slytherins. However, at the N.E.W.T. level, there were barely enough students to fill a single classroom. This is when you first came across Seonghwa in a classroom setting. Even though you were friends with his “band of pirates” as they liked to call themselves, you had never seen or interacted with Seonghwa outside of the group. Here in class, San and Wooyoung were paired up at a workstation, as they had been their whole Hogwarts career, and the same was true for you and Hongjoong. Though Mingi and Seonghwa were from Gyrffindor and Slytherin, respectively, they had never been partners before 6th year. Even though they had always been friends, House always came first. Even you had always paired with Hongjoong, even though you were both close with Yunho who was a Hufflepuff who you had shared Potions with for 5 years.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. We gotta glamour your face or something, you’re as red as a tomato.”

You looked at Joong in horror as your hands came up to cover your cheeks. “Is it really?”

It was at that moment that Seonghwa reached his table and took his seat in front of you two. “Everything alright?” He looked between the two of you.

“Yes, of course!” You laughed awkwardly as you hit Hongjoong on the arm. It sounded a bit too high even to your ears.

Seonghwa’s smile was stiff on his face as he nodded and took his seat, just as your professor started the class.

“Alright class. New orders from above. Today, we are going to be striving towards inter-house unity!”

As the class gave each other unsure looks, the false cheery smile slipped off Professor Nott’s face. “I know it’s annoying guys, but please find a partner from a House that is not yours. And before any of you try to be sneaky- yes, I’m looking at you Mingi- if you already have a partner from a different house, then find a new one! We’re going to be working on the Shrinking Solution today, and you all know that needs two hands for the chopping and stirring that needs to happen at the same time.” The class groaned. “Do not kill me; it was not my idea,” he held up his hands. “Why the Headmaster decides at the very last minute of your academic career to shake things up; I’ll never understand,” he muttered under his breath, not quite successfully.

You stood from your spot with your bookbag, unsure of where to turn. But, before you could even take a breath, Mingi came around your corner of the table, jostling you, and wrapped his arms around Hongjoong. “Dibs!” The Ravenclaw was quick to shrug out of it and yell and start wagging a finger at him, but Mingi just stuck his tongue out at San and Wooyoung across the aisle who were throwing their arms up in the air and giving him the finger.

In the chaos, Y/N didn’t see Seongwa scowl at Mingi as she steadied her balance yet again.

You chuckled and started to make you way over to the Gryffindors you were most comfortable with, before San and Wooyoung quickly and efficiently swapped partners with the Slytherin boys that always sat in front of them, Changbin and Leeknow.

You frowned and quickly let your eyes dart around the whole classroom. Everyone was paired up, except for Seonghwa. He sat calmly at his spot, twirling a quill between his long fingers, almost as if he was waiting for you.

He sensed your gaze and looked up at your from under his long lashes.

“Wanna be my mine?”

Even though you were quick to surmise the true meaning of his not-so-innocuous question, you couldn’t help your eyes from widening as your heart heard a different meaning.

“S-sure, I’ll be your partner.” You took Mingi’s vacated seat quickly and avoided his gaze.

As the class settled, Professor Nott started his brief lecture on the potion. Your knee bounced under the table. You were so aware of every line of Seonghwa’s body, just inches from yours. Did you and Hongjoong sit this close, also? You had truly never noticed. The space between you and the Slytherin felt so heavy with static. Were you moving too much? You stopped shaking your leg, but that lasted two seconds, before your fingers started drumming against the desk.

Seonghwa suddenly leaned forward from his slouched position to place his forearms on the table next to where yours were. His fingers covered the movement of yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept your eyes on the board, as you felt him lean his head towards yours.

“If you’re so nervous about this potion, Y/N, don’t worry, I’m the top of this class. I’ve got you.” His whisper was a tickle against your ear.

Was it just you being delusional or did all his words have double meanings? You smirked back even as your heat raced in your chest at both his proximity and his teasing words.

You met his eyes briefly to retort back. “Actually, you’ll find that your tied for that position, with me. So, maybe it is I that will be carrying you.”

He smiled back, and your eyes caught in a moment that lasted what seemed like forever, before it was broken by the sound of scraping chairs.

You both blinked before also standing to start your potion. Pink dusted both student’s cheeks, unbeknownst to the other.

“Oh also, class! I know you know this but be careful when you’re chopping the cowbane. Even the juice on your knife is very poisonous blah blah, get to it!” You smiled at Professor T’s cavalier attitude, even though you knew he cared very deeply for his students and educating every generation of students he could be available to.

You and Seonghwa quickly settled into an efficient routine. It was almost like you could read each other’s minds; without even speaking, you both divvied up the tasks in a way that made sense to you. He had already chopped the shrivelfigs and added their juice to the cauldron, while you intuitively prepared the next steps by mincing the daisy root and preparing the hairy caterpillars as he heated the cauldron gently.

You were surprised, as you had never had such chemistry with another Potions partner before. You always had a hard time doing group projects, because you thought you could just do better on your own and were often irritated at having to go at someone else’s slower pace. You and Hongjoong had always worked well together, with the minor bumps caused by his temper tantrums and your passive aggressiveness, but you had thought that he was the best a partner could ever be. As you watched Seonghwa vigorously stir the potion, a step you always hated because your arm always got tired, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong. You both naturally gravitated towards the different aspects of the potion that you favored and preferred. It was honestly euphoric to be working together like this, and the academic in you was singing with joy.  

You were working on juicing the leeches when the heat of the room started getting to you. The many fires under the cauldrons made it so that the dungeons were sweltering. Somewhere in the room, Wooyoung started screaming that he had accidentally added rose petals instead of daisy root, and the whole class groaned because any first year knows that combining rose to blood from anything made for the most disgusting smell. The fumes started to make you dizzy, and you were suddenly regretting only eating two bites of a sandwich.

Seonghwa paused in his shaking of the rat spleen you had just handed over, barely a tremble to your hand. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You blinked at him, surprised. “Yes..?”

His eyes looked into yours deeply. You were not used to someone noticing when things were barely off with you. This little bit of dizziness was nothing.

“If you’re sure.” He didn’t look too convinced as he turned to stir the cauldron clockwise.

As you started working on the cowbane, these thoughts took another turn. Not only was he the best partner you had ever had, but he was also so caring and asked after your wellbeing! Your crush reared its big head before you could stifle it down.

You were carefully slicing the second piece of cowbane to render more liquid- the first had not yielded enough for the potion. All of a sudden, the dizziness came back in full force and your vision swam before your eyes. The knife missed its mark and instead imbedded in your thumb. You blinked and swayed.

“Y/N!”

A hand wrapped around your left wrist, while another took the knife out of your right hand.

“Sorry, Seonghwa.” You had ruined the potion. He had stopped stirring because of you.

Along with the dizziness came a new feeling. Your body felt so floaty. Everything was too bright and too loud.

A voice swam in from far away.

“I think the knife had some juice on it, Professor, and she cut herself pretty deep. I’ve been holding pressure, but…”

“No, you did the exact right thing, Seonghwa. Don’t worry; she’ll be okay. We just need to get her to Madame Patil in the hospital wing, and the antivenom will fix her right up.”

There was the sound of a bomb exploding.

“I’ll go take care of San’s potion- he clearly added the rat spleen incorrectly, seeing as it misfired. Are you ok to take Y/N up by yourself?”

“Yes, sir.”

Then, an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you up from your chair. His other arm took yours over his shoulder as he began to take you out of the classroom.

“Seonghwaaa.”

“Y/n, just hang on, ok? We’re going to the Hospital Wing.” He looked down at you.

“You’re too tall.”

He looked down at you, confused, but did not stop his hurried rush across the corridor to the stairs. “Excuse me?”

“My arm hurts at this angle.” Why were words coming out so readily right now? Was it the cowbane?

He brought you both to a standstill. “Um, yea, it’s one of the effects of cowbane poisoning. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was uncomfortable.” You could barely feel alarm that there was no filter between your brain and your mouth through the haziness that was descending over your whole body.

He looked unsurely up the stairs and back at you twice before his face set in determination.

“Ok, Y/N, I’m going to have to carry you.”

“No!” You stepped back shakily. You were definitely too heavy. This was going to be so embarrassing. But, also, it would feel so good probably. To be in his strong Chaser arms. Oh my god. Wait, he could hear everything. This is so embarrassing.

He smiled privately to himself before pulling you closer. “I hate to do this without your consent, but technically, you are not sound of mind and actively have a poison in your system, and Professor told me to get you there as fast as possible, so-”

And with that, he swung you up in your arms, like you weighed nothing and started off up the stairs.

The sudden change of position set your stomach rolling and the dizziness came back with doubled force. You whimpered and burrowed your head further into his neck, forgetting to fight him for manhandling you.

“I don’t feel so good.”

Seonghwa glanced worriedly down at your face which was turning an unhealthy-looking shade of green. “We’re almost there, love. Just hang on. I’m getting you there.”

You whimpered and tried to focus on breathing in and out slowly. Still, even though you were feeling so sick, the comfort and exhilaration of being so close to Seonghwa was not lost on you. If you threw up on Seonghwa right now, you were gonna kill yourself.

“Please don’t. I’d miss you too much.”

“Ugh, please stop reading my mind,” you managed to say between clenched teeth.

He chuckled quietly before depositing you softly onto a bed. Oh, a bed? Was it his bed? What was he going to do? What did you want him to do? Before your brain could come up with incriminating ideas to answer that question, a soft voice interrupted you.

“Oh, thank Salazar she’s conscious.”

“Um, Ms. Y/N, you are in the Hospital Wing.” There was a laughing lilt to her voice before it turned serious. “Mr. Seonghwa told me of the situation that happened in the Potions class, and I have just administered the antidote. It takes effect in 15 minutes, so just try hang on a little bit longer as it clears out the poison in your system. I also administered an anti-emetic, so just breathe in and out so you don’t throw up the antidote, or we’ll have to start all over and you will just feel worse as the cowbane spreads further. Just these 15 minutes, Y/N, and after that you should start to feel better within the hour. I’ll go whip up a hydration potion, also, because your basic diagnostic charm did not look good, young lady.”

You finally blinked open your eyes to see the high ceiling above you. Madame Patil was not wrong in taking extra measures to make sure you didn’t throw up. You felt like a ragdoll thrown at sea. The nausea was overwhelming, and the panic that it was causing wasn’t helping either. Before you could start hyperventilating in full, a hand grabbed yours.

You turned your head to where Seonghwa sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Sh, just focus on me.” He inhaled exaggeratedly and raised his eyebrows at you to follow.

You clamped down your jaw harder and mimicked him. It helped a fraction. Then, the next breath came easier. As did the next.

You don’t know how much time passed, but looking at him helped you hold on and focus even when your whole body was thrown in turmoil. Staring into his eyes and seeing him stare back just as hard at your own anchored you and healed you in more than one way.

You didn’t even realize 15 minutes had passed and that the nausea had stopped until Healer Patil bustled back into the room, a pale pink potion in her hands.

“You did so well, Y/N,” she soothed quietly. At the nurturing tone and the knowledge that you could finally relax a little now, your eyes welled up.

“There, there- none of that. The worst has passed. Now, drink this.”

You wrinkled your nose and glanced at Seonghwa in dread. Rehydrating potions tasted so bad. When will the horrors end?

He shook his head at you sternly. “Hurry up, Y/N.”

“Ugh.” You downed the whole glass, and Healer Patil leaned you back softly onto the headboard.

“All done. Now, you just rest. I’m writing you a pass for classes tomorrow as well.”

“Oh, but-”

She looked down at you sternly. “No buts. I know it’s exam season, Y/N, but if you want to write those exams to the best of your ability, then you need to take care of your body as well as your mind. That means eating well, sleeping enough, and resting when you need to. Your body has just undergone a major ordeal even if it was healed so quickly, so give it the time it needs to recuperate.”

“Okay, okay. I promise I’m not that bad at taking care of myself!”

“Do you think my diagnostics lied to me? You haven’t eaten well in the past week and a half from the looks of it and are severely dehydrated! The poison wouldn’t have worked so fast if you weren’t already so compromised!”

At that, you had nothing to say. The older Ravenclaw nodded and sniffed as she walked away.

That left you alone with Seonghwa. As the haziness of your mind started to clear, the events of the past hour came back to you.

You snuck a glance at him. He looked the most worried you had ever seen him. Even more than when Yeosang had been upset- this sent any of the pirates into a spiral. More than when Jongho had to take a break from Quidditch because of a knee injury. More than any occasion before.

You looked back down at your hands. It was surprising to see the cut that had started this whole fiasco. Though it wasn’t that deep of a gash, it was pretty long, almost the whole length of your thumb. You winced as you prodded at it.

“Oh, here. Let me heal that for you.”

You looked up, surprised. “Oh, that’s okay. It’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is.” He frowned at you. You were scared at his expression. He had never looked at you like that before. Just what exactly had you said in your state of delirium? What if he hated you now?

Before you could suggest that Healer Patil could do it, he took your hand gently in his and pulled it towards him. He softly muttered the incantation as he waved his wand over the cut, and the cooling rush of his magic tingled all the way up your arm. It was so intimate.

The heady feeling of happiness rushing through your chest at the feel of his magic coming up against yours halted in its tracks. What if he hated you now? His whole demeanor was so off. You had to clear the air.

“Listen, Seonghwa. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for noticing what happened immediately and getting me here so quickly and helping me… And, also, I wanted to say I’m sorry.” You were glaring at where your hands were twisting the sheets, so you missed his look of surprise. “I feel bad that you had to take care of me and that I took time out of your learning time, especially when we know that the Shrinking Solution is probably gonna be tested on the N.E.W.T.s, and I – I , whatever I said, I’m sorry. If you could just tell me what I said that offended you, I promise I probably didn’t mean it. Or if I did, then I can just explain-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His hands covered both of your own.

You looked up at him, your lip between your teeth.

“Who said I’m mad? I’m not. I promise.”

“But you- you looked so serious just now.”

“Well, yea! Of course, I am.” He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly. “But not because I’m mad that I had to take care of you or leave class because of you or any dumb reason you just came up with right now.” He smiled at you.

You laughed weakly. “O-oh.”

He looked up at the ceiling and muttered under his breath, “Fuck it.”

His hand came up to wrap around your own again. “Y/N, I was worried. Just now. That’s why I looked so serious. And who wouldn’t be when you hear that the girl you’re in love with pushes herself so hard that she is physically unwell? That a Healer who was trained for years had to spell that out so clearly for you?”

Where the poison couldn’t finish the job, his words just had- your heart was stopped. But that was surely impossible, because you could feel the telltale burn of blood across your cheeks. Could a girl still blush if her heart was stopped? You dropped your gaze to your hands again.

He chuckled quietly at the look on your face and leaned impossibly closer still.

“But, you don’t have to worry. I won’t look so serious again, because I figured out a solution to my problem.”

“What’s that?” Why was your voice so shaky?

“Since you won’t do it yourself, I’m just going to have to take care of you.”

You looked at his eyes, his impossibly soft brown eyes. And you saw reflected in them for the first time the same feelings you had harbored for him in your own the past two years.  

You teared up at the sudden revelation, the tenderness with which he spoke, and the utterly gentle care you had received from him. And you just knew- this was it. This was it for the rest of your life. He smiled back at you just as brightly as you both were quiet in the reverence of such a moment shared between two souls.

The sudden bang of a door could be heard, not from the entry to the wing but from the Healer’s private office. It signaled that she had stepped out. Seonghwa tilted his head and then smirked mischievously at you before quickly climbing into the bed with you.

“Hey!” You laughed as you poked him in the side.

“Don’t act like this isn’t sooo comfortable for your poor healing-from-a-poison body right now.”

“Mm, I can’t deny that.” Now that you were not nauseous or dizzy or delirious anymore, your body felt like it had been hit by a truck. You sighed against his chest and his arms squeezed around you tighter, only this time you could properly enjoy it.

The silence was peaceful.

“Now, I know I’m in your bed, Y/N, but please try to keep your thoughts a little innocent for now. You’re sick, you know. When you feel better, we can revisit all those things you wanted me to do to you in a bed, ok?”

“Shut up!”

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Feel Me

A/N: there will be a part two to this if you guys want it! I hope you guys are enjoying my Eddie content because I have so many ideas! As always, please reblog the fic 😌

Pairing: fwb!Eddie x cheating!reader

Warnings: cheating-duh, swearing, smut, unprotected sex/cream pie, jealousy, angst

Part two

This is the last time. That’s what you always told yourself but could never seem to stick to it. But your boyfriend was coming back for summer break and you couldn’t be sneaking around with Eddie any longer. It wasn’t fair to anyone.

You liked Eddie. You really liked Eddie. But he wasn’t exactly the guy you pictured ending up with. Actually, he wasn’t the guy your parents pictured you ending up with. They loved your honor roll, soccer-playing, ivy-league-attending gentleman of a boyfriend.

Alex was a decent enough guy. You never really had an issue with him, but you certainly didn’t love being with him. You just loved pleasing your parents. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with their friends’ son in the first place.

Having him away at college allowed you the space you needed to really evaluate the relationship. Part of you hoped that the distance would be enough to have him call it quits, but that didn’t happen. You spoke on the phone and wrote letters, and got to see him on school vacations. You were becoming increasingly frustrated with the mediocrity of it all and that’s what led you to your current predicament.

You stood in front of Eddie’s trailer for what seemed like the millionth time. It started a few months back, just with innocent conversation. He was hilarious, weird, and didn’t care what anyone thought. Part of you envied him, the other part wanted him in a way that you’d never felt before.

After the first time you slept together, you told him it was a mistake- that you had a boyfriend and it couldn’t happen again. So the two of you agreed that it was a one time thing.

Until it happened again, of course. And again and again and again. Eddie was incredible in bed and he was even a good person outside as well, not that anyone gave him the chance to show that though.

Your parents hated him. Your friends hated him. And you were sure your boyfriend would hate him as well. Especially since he was fucking you until you couldn’t see straight just about every night.

Neither of you knew what you wanted from this little arrangement. Correction. You both knew what you wanted yet couldn’t have.

You were falling in love with Eddie and Eddie had fallen in love with you before you even slept together. But he understood how important your reputation and relationship with your parents was to you so he never pushed. You felt horrible, but you were selfish and couldn’t let him go, even when you knew it was hopeless.

Maybe with Alex being back, things would be different. Maybe you could be happy with him. But you decided to be selfish one last time.

You knocked on Eddie’s door only once before it swung open. The wide grin on his face made your heart soar, only to crash down moments later.

“Well are you gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna come in?” He asked.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

You immediately went into his room and took off your jacket. He slid his arms around your waist and pressed warm kisses up and down your neck.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, sliding your shirt off smoothly before returning to your neck.

“I missed you too,” you breathed out. He turned you around and kissed you, his tongue slipping easily past your lips. He laid you back on the mattress without ever breaking contact. His shirt was quickly discarded and you traced his tattoos lightly with your fingertips.

“I was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat after this,” he said, pulling off his belt and undoing the button on his jeans.

“I- um- I can’t tonight,” you said, not making eye contact. “I won’t be able to stay.”

“Why not?” He asked.

“Alex is coming back and we’re supposed to have dinner,” you said quietly.

“Oh,” was all he could muster up. His little fantasy world came crashing down around him.

“Do you want me to leave? I’d understand if you do,” you asked sadly.

“No! No, it’s fine. You came here to get fucked so why leave now?” He said almost cynically. You winced at his tone.

“Eds-”

“Quiet, pretty girl.”

He yanked down your panties from under your skirt and threw them somewhere in the room. You wanted to discuss the matter more but every thought left your mind when he started to rub circles on your clit. He began to pump his cock himself and you reached out to do it but he slapped your hand away.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he groaned, sliding the head of his cock between your slick folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

“Please, Eddie,” you whined as he teased your entrance.

“Please what, princess? You want me to fuck you?” He slid into you only slightly before pulling out.

“Yes!”

“Tell me. Tell me you want me,” he said.

“I want you, Eddie. I want you to fuck me, please.” You tried to wiggle your hips to get some sort of friction and the bastard chuckled.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock. Begging for me to fuck you.”

And with one sharp thrust he was fully inside of you. He didn’t move, much to your dismay. He wanted to memorize how you felt around him, savoring how you fit him perfectly.

“God, you feel like heaven. Like you were made for me, sweetheart.” He slowly pulled out before rapidly thrusting back in and setting a bruising pace. He had you falling apart in seconds, practically screaming his name. “That’s right, baby. Let them know who’s fucking you this good.”

“Shit, Eddie! Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah, you want it harder? Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose pussy this is,” he grunted between thrusts.

“Yours! Fuck, it’s all yours!” You knew in the back of your mind it wasn’t technically true, but in your heart it was; and Eddie wanted to pretend just for a while longer.

His thrusts were sharper now, more intentional. He wanted you to see stars and forget about anything and anyone that wasn’t him. He could tell by the way you were writhing beneath him that you were close.

He leaned down and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His hair fell around the two of you, shielding you from the rest of the world. He swallowed your moans as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

His movements became sloppy and you knew he was close. You were expecting him to pull out like he usually did, but he kept going. With his forehead pressed to yours, he moaned at your name as he came inside of you.

He pulled out, only to push back in, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. The new sensation sent static all over your body, your nails digging deeper into his back.

He finally rolled off of you and you took a deep breath. You felt empty. And sad. You didn’t want to leave.

Despite your feelings, you sat up and reached for a towel to clean yourself off. Eddie grabbed your hand and shook his head. He pressed slow kisses along your neck, even nipping you lightly.

“Uh-uh, you’re gonna sit across from your little boyfriend with another man’s cum filling your sweet little pussy. Understand?” He asked in a low voice- it made you shiver. You simply nodded and got up to look for your underwear.

“Eddie, where are my panties?”

“No idea, sweetheart,” he shrugged. You looked at the clock and you were already running behind.

Eddie was already dressed when you looked at him again, but he wouldn’t look back at you. It broke your heart but this was the bed you had made and now you had to lie in it. You lingered at his doorway, unsure of what to say. He flicked through a magazine that was on his desk, acting like nothing had happened.

“Goodbye, Eddie,” you whispered as you almost bolted for the door. So many emotions were swirling inside of you and you needed to get out of there and breathe.

You didn’t have much of a chance however because dinner with Alex was in ten minutes so you had to speed to the restaurant. You sprayed yourself with too much perfume and fixed your hair in the mirror.

“Babe! There you are, you’re late!” Alex scolded as soon as you walked in the door.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time when I was getting ready. I wanted to look nice for you,” you lied.

“Yeah, you look great. Let’s go to our table.” He ushered you to a corner booth and sat across from you.

He began to fill you in on college life and final exams and all of the boring stuff you didn’t care about. Even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus with the feeling of Eddie’s cum leaking between your thighs. You kept wriggling in your seat and Alex asked if you were okay. You assured him you were fine and tried your best to keep your composure.

After your meal, Alex asked if you’d like to come back to his place. His parents were having a welcome home party and expected you to be there.

“So what do you say? Hang around mine for a bit and see everyone?”

“I wanna break up!” Your eyes widened when you realized what you said. Alex was frozen in place as well. “I- I just…shit.”

“Language- we’re in public,” he mumbled. You huffed out a sigh.

“I just don’t think we’re on the same path anymore and I’d like it if we could still be friends. I just don’t see this going anywhere…romantically.”

“Well if that’s how you feel then I have to accept that,” he said quietly. He looked around to make sure no one had heard you- reputations come first, after all.

He politely paid the check and ushered you outside. He didn’t say much else as you parted ways. You wished him the best and he walked back to his car. You finally felt free but something else was gnawing at you.

You broke up with him because of Eddie. You loved him and you wanted to be with him.

The question was: did he still want to be with you?

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Tag list: @thebookbakery @dootys @mellomadness

#eddie munson angst #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson #stranger things

[landofzero-archive]

Wataru Hibiki - Two Shows

Writer: Suika

Season: Summer

Nagisa: …… It looks like I’ve arrived on site earlier than expected. 

…… It seems the job Hiyori-kun and Jun were at before this got prolonged, and Ibara is probably still in the middle of a meeting.

…… It might be okay to go to the filming location early…… Hm?

…… To think that there would be a crowd in front of a train station like this. I wonder if there’s some sort of event happening.

Wataru: Now now, please pay attention to my hand……☆

Nagisa: (...... This voice is-)

Wataru: One, Two, Amazing! A bouquet of flowers appeared from out of nowhere!

Nagisa: (…… It really is Wataru-kun. A splendid sight as usual.)

(...... Still, I wonder why he’s doing magic tricks in a place like this.)

Wataru: Now then, following this…….

Oh my? Oh my oh my oh my……? I never thought I would meet you in a place like this!

Nagisa: ……?

Wataru: That’s right! You who just looked behind yourself! I’m talking about you!

Nagisa: …… Could it be. You’re talking about me?

Wataru: Yes. It couldn’t be anyone but you. My close friend Nagisa Ran-kun ☆

Now, please give me your hand! Let me invite you to my stage.

Nagisa: (…… The audience’s gazes are focused on me.)

(...... Their faces say that they would not have even dreamed of me accidentally being in this place.)

(...... They must think this too is a pre-planned performance being carried out.)

(...... So the moment he called out to me, I was added to the lineup of performers on this stage…… In that case.)

…… I will gladly take that hand of yours, my friend.

Wataru: Fufufu, that’s how it should be……! Everyone, please give him a magnificent round of applause!

Nagisa: (Whisper) …… Wataru-kun, why are you doing magic tricks in a place like this?

Wataru: (Whisper) Fufufu. It’s just like you to ask for the meaning of my actions instead of asking for what you should do in this situation.

(Whisper) However, you can’t do that.

(Whisper) This is already atop the stage. For the sake of the audience of are impatiently waiting, now we must act as the finest jesters ♪

Nagisa: (Whisper) …… Maybe you’re right.

(Whisper) …… What they want to see is entertainment that would excite their own hearts.

(Whisper) …… What we should do right now is to answer to the expectations of the audience, not to comprehend the doubts I hold.

Wataru: That’s right. It saves me from trouble since you’re quick to reach a conclusion, Nagisa-kun.

Now then, even though this is an improvised stage, let’s make it a fun and delightful performance……☆

Nagisa: ….. Mm. So that just as the other day, we'll show them that the audience won’t be able to avert their gaze from the two of us.

(Scene cut)

Wataru: Fufufu ♪ The stage was a great success.

Once again, thank you for taking part on the fly, Nagisa-kun. It was a really fun time☆

Nagisa; …… That’s my line.

…… Thanks to your invitation, I could have the valuable experience of being assistant to a magician.

Wataru: If it’s to your liking, what about standing on an even bigger stage next time?

As I had expected, Nagisa-kun has an aptitude for this. No, it might be more accurate to say that you’re prudent?

Even though we didn’t have any prior discussions, you quickly guessed the magic tricks I was about to perform and provided support.

It might have been a while since I was able to carry out an easy stage such as this one.

Nagisa: …… As for myself, I was just fumbling along, so I’m happy that you said that.

…… I was doing things based on what I thought you would do in those situations, Wataru-kun.

…… This isn’t the first stage I’ve been on with you, after all.

Wataru: Are you remembering “JNLC”? If I remember correctly, I did demonstrate a few magic tricks during practice.

Nagisa: …… You proceeded with today's stage based on the magic tricks you showed me at that time, didn’t you?

Wataru: Oh my, so you did notice after all.

Even so, just because you memorised the magic tricks, being able to set up the support is a different story.

Sure enough, it worked out well all thanks to Nagisa-kun’s capabilities.

Well, even that Nagisa-kun would be a little bewildered at a magic trick you’re seeing for the first time!

Nagisa: …… Mm. Naturally, I wasn’t able to perfect the magic seed that allows things to float.

Wataru: It would be a disgrace as a magician if I let it be found out so easily ☆

Even though you were on the stage as a performer, from my perspective, you’re also one of the audience members.

Nagisa: …… I see. As expected, you have your own motives, Wataru-kun.

…… This show certainly has meaning.

Wataru: Oh my, what are you talking about?

…… Just kidding, it’s pointless to play the fool when with you.

In that case, I will accept the role of the culprit. Would it be okay for you to let me hear your deductions?

Nagisa: …… As you are none other than Wataru-kun, there might be times where you will start a sudden street show.

…… However, I felt an intent from you that you were trying to prolong today’s stage somehow.

Wataru: Is that so? I was just putting on the best show so the audience that gathered would be satisfied.

Nagisa: …… From what I can see, you looked like you were waiting for something, Wataru-kun.

…… The answer lies within the seats of the audience. Because several times, your attention was directed towards a single seat.

…… It could be that child was the reason you started that stage.

…… Yes. Without a doubt it was that lost little one that was just reunited with their parents.

Wataru: Hmm. To sum it up, is that how it is?

…… I, Hibiki Wataru, found a little child who had been separated from their parents in front of the train station, and to make it so they would stop crying, I prepared this stage.

Nagisa: …… Then, by continuing to do magic tricks, a crowd would gather, and the child could be reunited with their parents.

…… As proof of that, when you had confirmed that the child had been reunited with their parents, you brought the curtain down on that stage.

Wataru: Amazing! As expected of Nagisa-kun ☆

I’m surprised that you’re able to correctly deduce the situation even though I haven’t talked to you about it all!

Surprisingly, Nagisa-kun has the makings of a detective.

Nagisa: …… I wonder. Even now, I’m inexperienced with reading the subtleties of people’s words.

…… If I had to say, I understood because it was Wataru-kun.

Wataru: Oh my oh my, you’ve said something that made me happy ♪

Now then, shall I do something to thank this Nagisa-kun who helped out with my show, and even put on a deduction show?

Nagisa: ……. I didn’t take your hand because I was expecting a reward in return.

Wataru: Now now, don’t say that. This is what is called give-and-take isn’t it?

For example…… like this.

How about spending some time with me until the time your next job starts?

Nagisa: …… So you understand. That I have too much time on my hands.

Wataru: Fufufu. That’s because I think I too understand because it’s Nagisa-kun☆

Now, I wonder where you will take me!

Or should I escort you?

…… Choose whichever, I promise you I will make it a wonderful time☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #nagisa ran #wataru hibiki #era: !! #type: idol story

[thiswholewideworld]

ok just posting some random things about the concert last night

- I was on Ray’s side so I saw him come out first and I literally screamed. so sorry to everyone around me

- Gerard in the cheerleading outfit!! they really seemed so happy and comfortable in it just jumping and twirling around, it definitely felt more like personal expression than a performative gesture

- towards the end of the show G said “the only thing I’m sad about is that I probably won’t be able to wear this again” to which everyone awwed, but like. no. you are WELCOME to wear it again my best friend

- also loved everyone else wearing Mikey shirts since he lives in nashville!! side note: Frank’s cardigan…….

- I was worried they wouldn’t play our lady of sorrows since they played it at the last two shows and it’s one of my all time favs but THEY DID I’m actually so happy

- during give ‘em hell kid right before “you’re beautiful” G pointed at us and was like “no YOU are. it’s YOU” <3

- they were all just so smiley! like smiling at each other and at the crowd and I know everyone’s been saying that they’re just so happy to be back but like- it was just awesome to see

- I loved Mikey’s posing like you go king!! lol

- boy division, sorrows, give em hell, and HOUSE OF WOLVES back to back HOW did any of us survive

- Gerard has officially proclaimed im not okay the “greatest summer jam” so everyone else can go home now sorry

- hearing “trust me” live… my life is actually over now thanks

- being able to see Mr Ray Toro working his magic up close was life changing. I’ve never seen anyone look as happy as him playing guitar

- sadly Frank shelved the moaning during DESTROYA probably since Mikey’s fam was there but boy G sure didn’t !

- also I wasn’t super close since I got into the pit late but it was enough that I could fully see all of their faces. the thought that any of them could have seen my face is kinda messing me up ngl

- there was never a moment where I was like “oh fuck they’re looking at me” except for one time when Gerard stared in my direction for a long time and it was… very intense. I was recording at that moment (you can’t see their face very well) but I was like- do I have the flash on or something is that why he’s staring this way?? you can see me nervously turning the camera to check in the video lol

- Ray’s vocals during na na na are literally everything to me <3

- being at the first show that they played the finished version of the world is ugly is something that is actually soooo special to me

- also this is the best day ever- bullets songs just hit different man idk what to tell you

- I’ll be honest I don’t listen to wttbp a lot just because it’s such a thing, but hearing it in person surrounded by everyone singing along is just so epic. it could never be overhyped

- mama with G in the dress is obviously incredible and I’ve seen a ton of videos of them during the “should’ve raised a baby girl” part but I remember looking at Ray right before that part as well and he just looked so happy and excited knowing how loud everyone was about to sing along. they all did really. they absolutely know how much that part means to their fans

- when the intro to sleep was playing Ray smiled and raised up his wine glass lmaooo

- love that they played Helena early so they didn’t forget this time lol

- GERARD SINGING THE CIRCUS SONG WHEN THEY CAME BACK ONSTAGE FOR THE ENCORE. bestie are you calling US clowns?? ok

- Gerard’s little ramble before kids of yesterday, saying he recognized people’s faces… <3

- Ray’s solo during kids was gorgeous to behold- perfect way to end

- I’d only ever been in the pit at two other concerts and this one was by far the least crazy crowd. even though everyone was obviously excited and super energetic everyone was very respectful and considerate (also the band and crew were great with safety and giving everyone water)

Anyways this was the best night of my life and though I hope to see them again, if I don’t I’ll still be happy to have been here

#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr nashville #ray toro #mikey way #gerard way #frank iero #mikey fucking way #cheerleader gerard

[milkywaydrinker]

Day 7. Deathslide

Slightly late but hey, there's still 7th in some timezones right? My thoughts for this one were as follows: "Everyone got a little messed up by what's happened. I wonder how Badyah is handling it."

Day 7. Deathslide

Switching from working as a regular ride operator to demon busting was tougher than she'd anticipated. She wasn't sure what her thought process had been at the time. Probably something like, "Oh no! Norma's upset! Is she mad at me? Hope not but better make sure ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ." In any case, she had a pretty rough time. Never mind the party and the angels. What happened to Pugsley was the real shock, like a bucket of cold water dropped on her head. In retrospect, it was a bit weird it took her this long to realize how serious their situation was. Someone died. She wasn't sure she'd seen anyone die in person before. Maybe she should've called Barney's therapist too?

Her disjointed musings got interrupted when an imp was flung through the open window. It slammed into the wooden wall enough force to leave a mark.. Norma scrambled into the room after the demon, her eyes narrowed in  merciless fury.

“We talked about it Jimmy,” she growled out in a voice so foreign it made Badyah flinch. “Do you want me to notify your chieftain?”

“C’mon!” The imp stood up on shaky legs. “Don’t tell her. I’ll behave, honest!”

“I won’t just take your word for it. You had your chance, but,” she pulled out a small, pocket-sized notebook and a pen, “sign here and you can go.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“All right!” The small demon scribbled something on a page, seemingly without hesitation, and then immediately de-materialized into a burst of fire.

“Busy day?” She honestly had no idea what just went down, but she wasn’t going to let it distract her from the fact that Norma had just beaten up and then promptly exorcized a demon.

“Same old.” Her best friend, who was now technically her boss, stretched her arms over her head. Badyah could hear pop of joint slotting back into place.

"Do you want to hang out? It's lunchtime soon anyway."

"Sure, we should brainstorm the topic for the next episode anyway."

"Wanna go for a ride?" Badyah gestured towards the coaster that not so long ago was her regular station.

"Deathslide?" Norma tilted her head to the side as if pondering the question. Briefly, a weird expression crossed her face but she seemed to swallow down whatever words that threatened to spill. "Sure, why not?"

They took their seats and let the new guy check the security bars. 

"If you want to go back I won't be stopping you," Norma said quietly as the carts got pulled backwards.

"What? No way," she managed to say before throwing her arms up. The cart dropped down and the familiar pressure of the G forces helped her decompress almost instantly. "I might be missing this a little bit." She turned to Norma, "but being a ride operator has nothing on working with you. It feels meaningful now."

"You," she responded with tears in her eyes, "you really think so?"

"Of course. Before you came I was just messing around at my yearly summer job. Now I feel like I'm actually doing stuff."

"I'm so glad you feel that way." She exhaled in relief, like this was the first time she'd been able to actually do so in a long while.  

"Say, how does 'demonic exorcism' sound for our next podcast topic?" 

"If you want to learn how to exorcise demons I could just show you."

"Podcast sounds more fun."

"Never change Badyah."

"Got it, boss!"

#dead end: paranormal park #parkvember #badyah hassan #norma khan #my writing #i just think she should get a littttle traumatized too #as a treat

[astroaries98]

Saturday in the Greenhouse...

CW: Swearing

It was a late September afternoon, the last of the summer warmth was slowly leaving the grounds of Hogwarts and the cool autumnal breeze was bringing in deep shades of red, yellow and orange on all the trees that surrounded the greenhouses. 

Regulus Black was alone, his outer robe and bag were discarded on a bench, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. He’d put his wand behind his ear and his face was deep in concentration as he sketched mandrake leaves in his workbook making sure to label all the correct parts and their uses. 

He was leaning over on a workbench surrounded by all types of magical and unusual greenery. He had always preferred to do his herbology homework this way, he didn't think you could truly capture a plant by copying someone else's sketches from a book, you had to study the living thing. 

Of course, none of his friends agreed with him, well maybe Pandora did but she had better things to do on a Saturday so here he was alone, quite frankly just how he liked it. 

His silent study was abruptly interrupted when the doors of the greenhouse swung open. 

“Now, I expect each one of those pots to be scrubbed ready for my classes on Monday,” Professor Sprout said firmly. 

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath rubbing his hand on his temple annoyed. How dare someone get a Saturday detention when he wanted to study? He started to gather up his sketches and notes. 

“And Mr Potter….no Magic, your wand please,” she said and with that Regulus heard the doors go again. 

Well, Fuck. 

Not only had his study session been interrupted, but it had also been interrupted by the most arrogant, loud and obnoxious person at Hogwarts. There was no way he’d be able to sneak out without Potter seeing him and calling him some ridiculous nickname or teasing him about being Sirius’s baby brother. For some reason, because he was Sirius's best friend James Potter thought he had some kind of claim over Regulus, and Regulus hated it. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? He’d even take Sirius himself…

As these thoughts swirled through his head, he stepped back and carelessly knocked a watering can from a shelf behind him. It came down with a loud crash. 

Well, Fuck. 

“Hey who goes there, Demon reveal yourself” Potter shouted as he walked around the corner and came face to face with Regulus, his body still ridged from the crash. 

A big grin spread across Potter’s face he looked delighted. Regulus hated it. 

“Well if it isn’t my little Reggie, got detention too have you? What a naughty boy you are, what did you do? I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” He said walking towards him and throwing his arms around Regulus’s shoulder. 

“Me? Well, Sirius put a baby chomping cabbage in Snape’s bag, and then when he found it Snape the little bugger said it was me? And can you believe it your beloved brother let me take the fall, oh how I was wounded.” He lent back putting his hand to his forehead in a fake fainting motion.

Regulus shrugged him off, he hated being touched, his face turned to thunder and carried on packing away his things. 

“Ooo silent treatment, how very mysterious you are.” Potter looked at the sketches Regulus was throwing in his bag, and grabbed one. 

“Oh, so you are studying? Should have guessed, no way you'd ever get a Saturday detention.” Potter looked at him his grin just as big as ever. He held up the sketch. 

“Wow, Reg these are so good! Mysterious and arty, what more could a girl want?” He said fluttering his eyelashes. 

Regulus scowled and snatched the paper back, “Shove off Potter, haven’t you got pots to be scrubbing?” He snapped 

“Woah, touchy baby Black, it really does run in the family” Potter chuckled to himself. 

He then flicked his wand and the pots started to stack and the dirt on them vanished. Potter nodded his head with a satisfied grin on his face. 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “you aren’t supposed to use magic? Didn’t she confiscate your wand?” 

Potter snorted, “ah Regulus, so young, so good, so innocent. Professor Sprout took my fake wand, the one I always keep on me for this very reason.” 

“What if she checks?” Regulus didn't know why he was asking this, it’s not like he cared. 

“Well in six years of detentions no one ever has, so I doubt they’d start now” Potter replied with a sly smile. 

“Whatever” Regulus grunted as he pushed by Potter on his way to the door. 

“Leaving already? I thought we could talk, catch up like old friends do” Potter fake cried running after him. 

Regulus kept on walking forward and threw his hand back towards Potter with only two fingers on display. 

“Well now I am telling Sirius,” Potter said with laughter in his voice. 

Regulus kept walking. 

“Your sketches are really good Reg, I really meant that” Potter shouted, not following him this time. 

Regulus stopped for a moment but then carried on, pushing the greenhouse doors open. 

He couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm and tell Evan and Barty what an absolute prick James Potter had been. 

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus? #enimes to lovers #he just wants to study #fanfic #oneshot #marauders headcanon #marauders #james potters birthday #yesterday #enimies to friends to lovers #demon reveal yourself

[because-she-goes]

chocolate

warnings: none, just fluff. Enjoy!

What do you get for the boy on the other side of planet who has everything he could ever possibly want. What do you get the girl all the way back in America who could simply thrift or create whatever she needed.

The answer they both came up with was flowers. Matty’s being a classic romantic and liked red roses. Nora loved daisies and how summery they were. They also decided on dessert deliveries. Matty sent muffins for his muffin and Nora sent him the unreal brownies he loved from her place in New York.

So, now here we are. April 8th, 2017. Matty’s 28th.

Matty woke up that morning in his London home, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. They had started work on the next album, still untitled. Him and George were pulling late nights and drinking too many redbulls. His plaid pants hung low on his hips and he pulled on a robe, his house freezing. Going to make his morning cup of tea, he starts checking his phone for any overnight emails or texts from Jamie… he sees a missed call from Nora from last night at about 10pm - 3am London time. He checks the clock and sees its only about 5:30am there, Nora won’t be up for hours. Other than that, no immediate fires that need to be put out. Sipping his tea, he walks to the front door and grabs his newspapers - all the boys collecting them for album material. He loves these types of mornings - slow, relaxed, sleepy. He just wishes Nora could be with him, she had a work meeting tonight with a friend she had who was interested in commissioning something. She told him she would be getting the next flight out of New York in 2 days. He couldn’t wait. Her presence alone making the concrete house feel warm and comforting - like raspberry iced tea and summer time. He worked on a demo for a few hours and by the time lunch rolled around, his doorbell rang. Who could that be? He didn’t order anything and wasn’t expecting anyone. Matty swung the door open, and didn’t see the royal mail person there. Just a box with a note. Looking around again, shrugging his shoulders and picking up the box wrapped in twine with his name and address in a beautiful caligraphy.

Taking the package up to his kitchen, he unwraps it and the note falls to the ground. He takes the card and unfolds it. He inhales sharply when he recognizes the handwriting.

“To My Matthew,

Happiest of birthdays, Handsome! I am sorry I could not be there in person, but figured in the interim before my arrival you’d like a little piece of me. I love you so much, more than the English language will ever be able to articulate. I organized some things to arrive for you today so hopefully you like them. The first of which is a package of brownies from the bakery you love down the street from me, and before you even ask I did get the oreo ones you go nuts for. Don’t spoil your appetite, handsome… the boys’ll be round later to take you out. Have fun and again, I love you more than you’ll ever know.

Xx always,

Your Nora”

Matty was misty eyed, no-one had ever thought to send him something overseas when he was away. No girlfriend ever going that far for him. Putting that out of his brain, not wanting to get too emotional this early in the afternoon he tore open the box of brownies. The decadent smell of chocolate and candy filling the space around him, Matty thew his head back in bliss. “You’ve done it again, Downey!” He says to the universe - hoping someway she hears him. Munching on the brownie, he calls her.

“Well, good morning birthday boy! Gotten any of your gifts so far?” Her peach sweet voice comes through the line after a few rings.

“And a lovely afternoon to you, Honey! Yes actually, the brownies just came. Half already gone I’d like to report. Best brownies ever! What else is in store may I ask, beloved?”

“Oh, you’re good Matthew. I will be honest, I may have ordered a pack for myself to get delivered to the studio later. They truly are god’s gift to baking. As for the rest of the agenda, that is for me to know and for you to find out. Wouldn’t exactly be a birthday surprise if you knew, now would it, Handsome?”

“No it wouldn’t, Darling… Just know that when June rolls around and I’m locked away in a writing dungeon, I am gonna outdo whatever you have 10 fold.”

“You got yourself a challenge, Handsome.” She smiles. “Okay, I gotta run. I love you baby and happy birthday, I’ll be there before you know it.”

“Okay, good luck, Honey! I love you and am counting down the minutes.”

With that, another ring of the door bell comes as Matty hangs up the phone. Before him he sees a floral van and a young girl nervously holding a delicate bouquet of red roses and what look to be little bits of eucalyptus and white hydrangea. Oh, she knows him way too well, he thinks as he opens the door to the teenager.

“A Matty Healy?”

“I’m him! Thank You, doll. Have a good day!” He says to the girl as he tips her a few pounds and shuts the door softly. He grabs a vase and holds the flowers to his nose, he sighs in content. She really does know him incredibly well, a perfectly beautiful yet subtle arrangement.

Matty enjoys the rest of his day, texting her a picture of the brownie box now empty once the boys came and the flowers in their vase on his kitchen table. He blushed as she sent a kiss emoji and a “all for you, birthday boy <3”. Maybe 28 wasn’t going to be so terrible after all.

June in New York, Nora Downey turned 25 as the clocks struck 3:51am on the 16th.

She awoke quite differently than her other half. She slept through her alarm and wokd up a whole hour later for an appointment with her therapist. Calling the office, she rescheduled for the following day and was told it wasn’t any issue. Deciding to grab some coffee and swing by the local bookstore for her monthly magazine grab. Getting some copies of i-D magazine, DORK, Rolling Stone, British Vogue and British GQ. Heading back home excitedly to read her magazines, she gets a call from Matty.

“Hey baby, hows your birthday going? Doing anything fun today?” She smiles at his voice and the petname.

“Uhh, just heading home to read some magazines and things. Then maybe go to my painting and wine class!” He wishes he could be with her, but things with the album and the guys wanting to go to the countryside for the summer to write and work was just getting a little hectic. He does appreciate though that she is atleast doing something for her day, she raves about these wine and paint classes she started years ago. He still kept his plan of sending her a little something to her apartment, but she must have not seen it yet.

“Oh, that sounds fun! Me and the guys were gonna drive up north today and work at that studio I mentioned last week. Maybe I can facetime later and we can have a little virtual dinner date, yeah?”

“Sounds lovely, Handsome. I’m almost home by the way so sorry if this cuts out or if I go quiet trying to get upstairs.”

“Not a problem, take your time, Muffin.”

Getting to her building and clicking the button for the elevator she is shocked when she reaches her door.

“Healy, what have you done? Oh my god, don’t tell me you actually went through with the thing I joked about in Apri…”

“Oh, yes I did, Baby! Hope you love them, gotta run! Happy Birthday and I love you most!”

“Impossible, Handsome!”

Hanging up, grabbing the gorgeous bouquet of roses and daisies and the box she slides her keys in and kicks the door open. Knocking it closed, she carefully puts down the gifts on her entry table next to her key dish. Running to grab the cold champagne she keeps in case of emergencies from her fridge, a glass and a vase she makes me way back to the entry for the flowers. Setting the vase down on the living room table, she fills it with water and the flowers. Pouring her champagne, getting the box and magazines she sets up her afternoon. Nora goes to her bedroom, slides off her overalls and throws on a flannel shirt she stole from Matty and jean shorts. Gathering her hair in a ponytail and walking back to her idea of heaven, she sits comfortably on the couch. Snapping a picture of her and her treasures, she sends it to Matty - fully knowing its gonna drive him crazy that she’s in his shirt alone in her apartment.

“Couldn’t ask for a better start to 25 xx” She presses send and takes a bite of the incredible chocolate swirl muffins. She couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

#drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #matty bday week !! #HAPPY BDAY MATTHEW!!! #OFFICIALLY MIDNIGHT HERE :) #Spotify #an encounter

[toaster-trash]

Hhhhhhffff it kind of hit today that all my friends who I used to do dumb shit with a few years ago are all gone

Like

All of them moved away to the other side of the country or otherwise completely unreachable. I mean, even the people I hang out with at school rarely respond outside school and live too far away to hang out.

And like, I knew that, but it kind of hit properly, because I was like, “I haven’t called up my friends to go hang out down the town or by the river in a while.” and then I just remembered, “oh. Yeah. None of them live here anymore.”

I kind of feel that extremely empty feeling because of it. And I guess I’m feeling severely guilty – I should’ve been spending loads of time with those people before they moved. It was the summer, I should’ve been waking up early and hanging out until it got dark doing dumb shit like I used to with my friends, but instead I was just laying around sick and depressed, barely talking to anyone and not even clocking that they’d be gone at all.

I kind of feel like I’m missing out on a lot of “teenager experiences”. Even shit I used to do. And the worst part isn’t even that Im not doing it, it’s that even if I did, I doubt I’d feel any different. I doubt I’d feel any better. But even regardless of that, I just feel like a selfish dickhead anyway because they’d probably have appreciated a friend to hang around with for old times sake before they moved to the other side of the country. How did I completely not clock that at all? It wasn’t even a thought in my mind, I honestly barely even recognised the implications of them moving? I knew they were, but for some reason by brain didn’t clock “moving away = won’t be going to your school and you won’t be able to hang out with them anymore”. Why?

I have so many memories with so many people that I never even clocked would end. I didn’t realise how fast six years of regular secondary school go by, I didn’t realise that all those day to day things like laying about corners of the town with my friends or hanging out at mandatory school not wanting to be there were temporary. I think it was only worsened when I made a passing joke about one of my old friends to a family member recently and they said, “sure you’re never going to see that person again.”

I’m really not good with change, but it feels like my fault for not being prepared when now it seems so obvious.

#again #trying not to make the venting a habit #but #vent

[shakespeareanwannabe]

One Hell of a Year: September

Summary: When Molly Henderson makes the move from Chicago to Lockhart, Texas, she doesn’t expect much. A new teaching job, a new community, and maybe a few new friends, but what she didn’t expect was to meet Michael Perry, a man with a heart of gold, October eyes, and a smile that made her tummy do a strange little flip-flop. With Michael by her side, Molly finds that she may just be able to not only find a life in Lockhart, but thrive there as well.

Warnings: swearing, yearning, anxiety

Disclaimer: Won’t Back Down and it’s character Michael Perry do not belong to me.

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Molly looked up at the sound of a knock on her door.

“I figured you’d be a morning teacher,” Michael joked as he gently shouldered the door open.

Molly sighed. “I think I’m an ‘all hours of the day’ teacher. I’ll do whatever it takes to limit what I have to take home with me.”

Michael nodded understandingly. “You couldn’t have had to do much prep this morning, right? It’s the first day.”

She shrugged shyly. “No, it was more of a…nervous thing. If I sat at home, I’d be counting the minutes until I could leave to come here. So, I figured I would come here and torture myself with listening to the ticking of the clock.”

Michael pulled one of the student’s chairs closer to her desk and flipped it around, straddling it as he held out a cup of coffee.

“Well, this was supposed to be a first day gift, but I guess now it’s a ‘don’t worry, they’re going to love you’ gift.”

Molly eagerly took the proffered paper cup and took a sniff. “You’re an angel, Mr. Perry,” she sighed, taking a sip of coffee to hide her smile at the way he rubbed his neck and broke eye contact at her words.

“I, uh, I didn’t know how you take it, so I just left it black. But,” he dug into his pockets. “I grabbed some sugar packets if you want. And I can run and get some milk from the staff room if you want it. I—”

“Michael,” she called softly, reaching out to grab his hand as he tried to stand up. “This is perfect. Thank you, it was really sweet of you to think of me.”

“Oh…” Michael grinned shyly. “You’re welcome.” He resettled in his chair and sipped at his own coffee. “So, why the first day nerves?”

She shrugged and settled back into her chair, sipping thoughtfully at her coffee. “I mean, why does anyone get first day jitters? New kids, new school, new city. I read the notes that their teacher from last year left about my class, and I’m about as prepared as I can be, but anything could have changed over the summer, y’know?”

Michael nodded. “I get that. But you built a bright, colourful, and comfortable classroom for them. You’re smart and friendly and caring, and kids know how to sense that kind of thing.”

Molly felt her face heat up. “Yeah, but—”

“Nope. No ‘buts’. You’re going to kick ass this year, I can already tell,” Michael winked.

Molly giggled. “How are you so confident?”

Michael chuckled. “Haven’t you been paying attention? I’m the weird male teacher across the hall who plays ukulele and makes up songs to help my students succeed. If I wasn’t confident, none of that stuff would work on them. I believe in it, so they believe in it. You –” he reached out and squeezed her forearm, leaving tingles in his wake. “You just have to believe in yourself and all the stuff that makes you an awesome teacher. The kids will lap it up and fall in love with you. Trust me.”

Molly felt her face heat up, a pattern she was beginning to recognize whenever she was in Michael’s presence.

“Thank you, Michael. That…that means a lot.”

Michael smiled warmly at her, and she felt herself melt even further. The walls she had built around herself were slowly becoming obsolete, and it was all because of the kind man in front of her. Still, she tried to steel the last of her nerves against him. She wouldn’t let herself go down this path. Not again.

She tempered her smile and gently pulled her arm away from him under the guise of reaching for her coffee.

“Thank you again for this. And for all your help in setting up this place.”

He nodded, seeming to understand the invisible boundary he had stepped over. “No problem. I’m happy to help. Remember, I’m just across the hall if you need any help.”

“Thanks, but…” she trailed off as her eyes caught on the large round clock above the door. “Shit!”

Michael jumped. “What?”

“God, I’m so sorry. I forgot that I signed up for morning duty every day, and it’s about to start. I’ve gotta…” she let herself trail off as she leaped out of her seat, trying desperately to straighten the pretty floral dress she had chosen for her first day, steady herself on the low heels she had jammed her feet into, and chug the rest of her coffee.

“Hey, hey, easy, tiger!” She gratefully grabbed Michael’s hand to steady herself as she changed her heels into her outdoor shoes. “Just breathe, okay, Molly?” She took a moment to match her breathing to his and ignore the heat of his hand in hers. “You good?”

She nodded gratefully. “Thank you. I just…”

“Don’t want to mess this up?” he finished helpfully. “You won’t. All the teachers cover the morning duty on the first day, so the kids are not unsupervised right now, and you’re not even late. So, take another deep breath, take another sip of coffee, and let’s get out there.”

Michael waited as she followed his instructions, then followed him out of the classroom and into the outdoor courtyard.

Outside was bustling with the typical hubbub of the first day. Anxious first graders clung to their parents, older students were laughing with friends they hadn’t seen since June, and parents were crowded around the class lists, shouting out to their kids who their teacher for the year would be.

“Mr. Perry! Mr. Perry!”

Michael smiled in the direction of the smiling kids and gave Molly a reassuring nudge.

“You’ve got this, teach,” he whispered before heading in the kids’ direction, a broad smile lighting up his face.

Molly straightened her spine, pasted on her warmest smile, and stepped out into the bright sunlight of the courtyard. “I got this,” she whispered to herself.

There was something to be said about the first day of school.

Molly’s class of 30 fourth graders had settled in spectacularly to the school routine so far, even going so far as to help her work the intercom system to submit her attendance, which she would have forgotten all about if it hadn’t been for a sweet girl named Madison reminding her.

The classroom rules had been decided upon, ice breaker games were played, and Molly had read them a book about first day jitters, ending with them all drinking their ‘jitter juice’ (plain ginger ale mixed with grenadine and a hint of lime juice) and eating their ‘jitter beans’ (bubble gum flavoured jellybeans).

At their first recess, Molly had made a run for the bathroom and then the photocopier, realizing that she was two copies short of every activity she had planned. She had just bitten into her apple when the bell rang, signalling that the kids were coming back inside. Rather than move to the staff room, she had stayed in her classroom, chatting with the kids about their lunches and favourite foods.

While the kids worked on a journal entry about their summer vacation, Molly had begun setting the stage for her reading program, even going so far as to read a few short stories with some of the kids.

By the time she had finished reading with the third student, the bell was ringing for lunch, and Molly was exhausted, but a student named Henry requesting assistance with opening his thermos had kept her stuck to her seat. It wasn’t until the bell rang for recess that Molly decided to venture towards the staff room for the first time.

She was just turning about to reach for the doorknob when the door opened and she ran into a broad leather-clad back.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, Molly!” Michael chuckled nervously as he held her elbow steady and checked her over. “I swear, I don’t normally exit rooms back first.”

Molly waved her hand dismissively and brushed her hair out of her face. “Don’t worry about it, Michael. No harm, no foul. After all the yammering I’ve done, nobody could have blamed you for bumping me a little harder.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Don’t start with that, honey. I told you, I like the yammering. And I’d never hurt you.”

Molly’s heart thudded. She knew he didn’t know exactly what those words would mean to her, but they wiggled into her heart and made a home there quickly.

“Oh, um…thank you,” she stuttered.

Michael grinned shyly. “Don’t mention it. Are you on your way in?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I figured I should get in there and show my face before I get a reputation as the stuck-up new girl.”

Michael scoffed. “If anybody starts that rumor, send them to me and I’ll set them straight.”

“Oh, my hero,” she simpered playfully in return.

Michael smirked. “I wish you had joined us in there earlier. I’ve got outdoor duty right now, but I could’ve played your knight in shining armour if anyone got too mouthy.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll catch you next time,” she replied before she could overthink it.

Michael nodded, a sweet smile gracing his handsome features for a split second. “Hopefully.”

Molly watched him walk away down the hallway, whistling a little tune to himself as he made his way to the doors that led to the grassy field.

She moaned to herself and stomped her foot petulantly. It was just her luck to find a sweet, charming, handsome, seemingly single guy who was for all intents and purposes into her, and he worked across the hall.

“It’s not fair,” she whined quietly to herself.

“Ugh, I know right?”

Molly jumped a mile out of her skin as she turned, coming face to face with Lauren and Alex, both with shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Wh-wh…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled, turning into the staff room.

“Honey, I’ve been willing to get with that for each and every one of the five years I’ve known Michael,” Lauren huffed as she took a seat at a round table and kicked out the chair nearest Molly for her to sit. “My husband Ken knows Michael Perry is on my ‘List’.”

Alex dropped into the third chair at the table. “Hell, he’s on the ‘List’ of at least half the married women at this school, and at least five of the single women have admitted to wanting to sleep with him.”

“List? You mean…”

“The list of people you’re allowed to cheat on your spouse with,” Lauren filled in helpfully. “Ever since Michael Perry walked his fine ass into this establishment five years ago, he has had the attention of at least 80% of the female population. And clearly, that’s not counting the guys.”

“It doesn’t help that he’s so damn nice too,” Alex groaned. “Sweet, charming, and helpful. But he shows no interest in anyone until you waltz in here. Then, he’s smitten. What’s your secret?”

Molly tensed but shrugged. “I…I don’t have one.”

Lauren smacked Alex’s shoulder. “Give it a rest, man. You’re freaking her out.”

Alex sighed and turned to her; contriteness written all over his face. “Sorry, Molly. I shouldn’t be giving you this kind of shit when you’ve known me for, like, two days. But you’re a good person, and I think we’re gonna be good friends, so you just let me know when I can start giving you shit, okay?”

A giggle sputtered out of Molly before she could stop it. “You got it, Alex.”

Lauren smiled and bit into her salad. “Welcome to Jefferson, Molly. You’re gonna love it.”

“Well, well, well, look who we have here!” a voice sang quietly across the empty staff room. Molly looked up and smiled as Michael strode across the room and settled into the seat across from hers. “You on prep too?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, my kids are with Corinne Fischer for gym right now.”

“Well, that’s fortuitous,” Michael smiled, pulling his math textbook towards him. “Do they have gym every day at this time?”

Molly nodded with a smile. “Either gym or health or Spanish.”

Michael smiled back warmly. “Mine too. They’re with Senorita Rivera now.”

Molly rolled her eyes playfully. “You mean I have to share my prep time with you?”

Michael held his hands up in defense. “And here I was thinking you enjoyed my company.”

She shrugged. “It’s alright, I guess.”

Michael laughed deeply, the sound traveling straight to her heart. “Just alright? I’ll have to step up my game then.”

“You can try,” she teased before turning her attention back to the book in front of her.

“Is that more of that Shakespeare for Kids stuff?”

She nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah. Whoever had them last year did a good job with their reading levels. Most of them are right where they should be. So I think they should be able to handle something like Midsummer.”

“May I?”

Molly considered his outstretched hand before handing him the book, careful not to dislodge the multiple sticky notes sticking out of it. In return, she pulled the math textbook towards her, reading the notes he had made on the numeracy units. She grabbed a bright pink sticky note of her own and jotted down some of his ideas while also thinking about an activity or two that might help him out.

A comfortable silence fell over them, and Molly felt herself relax for the first time that day. As hard as she was trying to convince herself to keep Michael Perry at an arm’s length, she couldn’t deny the sweet peace she felt whenever she was with him. Even on a day as stressful as the first day of school, and even after having only known him for approximately two days, she felt calm with him. It felt good, and that terrified her. She had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to not focus on her job. A workplace romance with her cohort partner was just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea, no matter how his sweet smile made her feel.

“You know,” Michael hummed thoughtfully, successfully distracting Molly from her depressing line of thought. “We do a biannual school play here, and I’m pretty sure this is the year for it. If you wanted, we could pitch the idea to Renata.”

Molly’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “Idea? You mean, getting the kids to perform Shakespeare?”

Michael shrugged. “Yeah, why not? We could make it a cross-curricular or integrated thing. Drama for the acting and the rehearsals, English for understanding the characters and the plot…” He met her gaze with a twinkle in his eyes, and Molly could almost forget what she had just been arguing with herself about.

Giving herself a shake, she took the proffered book back from Michael and leafed through the pages. She had always encouraged her kids to get dramatic with the writing, to see it in its true form of being a script, but they had always performed in the safety of the classroom, not as a school wide activity. However…

Slowly, Molly began nodding her head. “We could use visual arts periods to make backdrops and costumes. We could probably swing teaching some measurement while making those backdrops too. If we get greenlit early enough, everything would definitely be ready by end of the school year.” She chewed on her bottom lip anxiously, eyes racing over the page like a hound with a newly found scent.

“We could probably cut down on costs too by reusing old materials and making stuff ourselves,” Michael added helpfully.

Molly looked up and grinned at him. “You sure? It’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“Of course, I’m sure,” he replied, leaning a touch closer. “It might be hard, but it’ll also be a hell of a lot of fun.”

Molly was already nodding. “Then yes. Let’s do it!”

Michael and Molly had presented their proposal together to Renata, and she had promised to get back to them as soon as the school’s budget for the year had been finalized. Until then, life at Jefferson moved on and Molly slowly settled into her new routine.

She’d arrive at school early every day, giving her enough time to double check all her photocopies, prepare the calendar for the day, and answer any work emails that she needed to get to. By the time she was closing her email, Michael would be popping his head into her room, almost always bearing a cup of coffee for her. After finding out that Michael tended to skip breakfast because he woke up too late, and in exchange for the coffee, Molly started bringing muffins for them to munch on while they chatted about their nights and the day ahead. He’d walk her to the outside door for her morning duty, then disappear into his own classroom with a smile on his face.

At first recess, they would be too busy to chat or meet with each other, barring a quick smile and a quippy remark in the hallway when they passed by on their ways to and from the bathroom and copy room.

Molly started spending her whole lunch break in the staff room, and she swore it was not because Michael would spend his time there before heading outside for his recess duty. Though they always sat together, she insisted it was to help her make friends with the rest of the staff, which she had done, to an extent. Corinne Fischer, the gym teacher, and Laura Rivera, the Spanish teacher, were now two people she could consider her friends. And, of course, Lauren and Alex, who, true to his word, hadn’t mentioned a single thing about her non-relationship with Michael.

Second recess was spent just trying to catch her breath, and her prep periods were spent in the staff room with Michael, sometimes in companionable silence, sometimes helping each other with new strategies and ideas for teaching different concepts.

After school, Molly would make sure everything was ready for the next day, and she would always call goodbye to Michael as she left.

Overall, Molly loved her new routine. While some would call it boring, she loved it. She loved the stability of coming to her job every day while knowing that somehow, something wouldn’t go to plan. Predictable instability, she liked to call it. She loved her coworkers, she loved her friends, and she loved spending time with Michael, who was slowly but surely becoming her best friend.

“Pssst!” Michael hissed playfully as he snuck in through her cracked door, Molly waving him in from her slumped perch on her desk chair.

It was far later than either of them should have been at school, and yet, they were still there.

Meet the Teacher Night was a school wide tradition, and one that was not taken lightly by staff or students.

A few staff members brought their grills and cooked up a veritable feast of hot dogs and hamburgers that were donated by a local butcher shop for the event. Michael was a hit in his black “This is What an Awesome Teacher Looks Like” apron as he manned one of the grills, and Molly was relieved to find that her students’ parents were extremely pleased with how the month had gone.

Now, after suffering through 30 different classroom tours and talking to 27 different pairs of parents and legal guardians, Molly was too tired to move other than to wave Michael inside and beg him to close the door.

“I come bearing gifts,” he whispered as he laid two large slices of cake on her desk.

Molly nearly moaned at the sight. “Remember a few weeks ago when I called you an angel?” Michael nodded. “I was wrong. You’re actually a saint.”

Michael chuckled as he pulled one of the student chairs up to her desk and produced two plastic forks from his back pocket. “Well, don’t go canonizing me yet. I couldn’t get you any of the chocolate cake, so we’re stuck with the vanilla.”

In response, Molly scooped a large bite of cake into her mouth, frosting smearing across her lips. “All cake is good cake,” she mumbled around the bite, closing her eyes in bliss as she could feel the sugar soaking into her bloodstream.

Michael giggled and took a bite of his own, moaning at the taste. “Oh god, this is the best cake I’ve ever eaten.”

Molly opened her eyes and matched his giggle. “You’ve, uh, kinda missed your mouth there, Mr. Perry.”

Michael opened his eyes and flushed. “Oh, um…” he tried wiping his cheek but only succeeded in smearing the blue frosting even more.

“Here, I’ve got it.” Hesitating for only a beat, Molly wet her thumb with her tongue and rubbed his face clean of the frosting.

“Thanks,” Michael murmured, meeting her gaze hesitantly.

Molly, taken aback by how he suddenly seemed so close, pulled away slightly and giggled nervously. “Don’t mention it.”

“Um, well, I wouldn’t but…” Michael pointed to her lips. “You’ve got some right there.” Hand stuttering in midair, Michael reached out and brushed the frosting from her lip. “There.”

Molly’s breath stopped, her heart suspended in some sort of limbo.

He was so close. And not because she had accidentally invaded his personal space, but because he had chosen to be there. He was so close she could almost count the flecks of gold that made those warm brown eyes of his so soothing, and she could definitely smell his aftershave through the smoky scent of the barbecue that lingered around him. He was so close and he seemed to be moving closer, his nose rubbing against hers as his eyes searched for something in her gaze. It felt like they were sharing one breath, the oxygen not having time to escape from the space between them. Molly felt her eyes flutter closed as his forehead leaned against hers.

Forehead to forehead is holy forehead’s kiss. She shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d spent the better part of a month going through every reason that this was a very bad idea, but in that moment, in that shared breath, she didn’t care.

Her eyes fluttered open again and met his warm autumn gaze, feeling the heat rise in her as he stared back into her soul, nose brushing hers again.

“Molly, I…”

The sound snapped her out of it and back into her chair, which she had been precariously leaning out of.

Michael sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I must’ve been reading the signals wrong. I’m really sorry.”

Something shrunk inside her as he stood to leave, a dark, sucking feeling that seemed to absorb all the lightness she felt in his presence.

“Michael, wait!” she bolted to her feet and lightly touched his arm. “You…you don’t have to be sorry,” she whispered to his back. “You’re not misreading the signs, I just…” she folded her arms across her chest protectively and avoided his eyes as he turned around. “It hasn’t been the easiest couple of years for me, relationship wise,” she mumbled.

She heard him sigh and nearly bit through her lip when he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

“I get that, trust me,” he reassured. “But I don’t think it’s much of a secret that I really like you, and…if you were to ever want to give this a shot…” he allowed his words to drift off as she lifted her head and met his gaze dead on.

“I’d really like that, Michael,” she admitted softly, a sweet smile on her face. “Just…give me time, okay?”

He nodded with a bright smile. “Sure, honey. Whatever you need, I swear.”

“Thank you for understanding. I—”

A quick knock turned their attention to Renata standing, framed by the doorway.

“Oh good, you’re both here,” she said, smiling. “I just heard back from the district, and our budget has been set. There’s enough in there for your school play, if that’s something you still want to do.”

The two teachers smiled brightly at each other, hope shining in their eyes, as they turned towards the principal and nodded.

There was a lot they wanted to do together, and the school play was just the beginning.

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#michael perry #michael perry imagine #michael perry x molly henderson #wont back down fic #wont back down #one hell of a year fic #oscar issac #oscar isaac characters

[natashasfilms]

Chapter Eight - Weird, Strange, All of the Above

Summary: With the days leading up to the fall, Aria had hoped to spend her last summer after high school with her friends before she went off to college. She didn’t expect to deal with the monsters she and her friends supposedly defeated months ago once again, nor did she think she had to deal with heartbreak in the process.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

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Aria dropped both Max and Eleven at Hopper’s cabin, thanking them for a great day. She drove back to her house, the wave of sadness washing over her again. She arrived at her house and walked inside, noticing how all the lights were off. “Mom?” She called out, not hearing a response.

She sighed, realizing that her mom had probably gone to work for an emergency. She went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when she saw one magnet on the ground.

“Huh.” Aria mumbled, picking it up. She examined it closely and thought how similar it was to the Byers’ magnets at their house. She shrugged it off, trying to stick the magnet onto the fridge when it fell down, dropping onto the floor. “What the hell?”

She gave up after a few more tries, throwing the magnet onto the counter. She was going to go upstairs when she jumped at the sound of the phone ringing, startling her. She walked over to the phone, answering it.

“Hello?” She spoke, heart beating a little too fast from the phone ringing suddenly. There was silence on the other end, static noises the only thing she was able to hear. “Uh, hello?” Suddenly, she heard heavy breathing. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused on who this was. “Is anyone there?”

There was still no answer so she grew frustrated, putting the phone back. She was extremely spooked now. Why did someone call her only to not answer?

She was about to head upstairs when the phone rang again. This time, she let out a frustrated sigh and picked it up, anger evident in her tone. “Hello?”

“Aria, hey!” The person on the other end spoke and Aria instantly recognized it as Nancy’s. “Are you busy, by any chance?”

“Hey, Nancy.” Aria answered, wondering why she was calling her at nine PM at night. “No…why?”

“Oh, okay. So, I know this may sound crazy but have you encountered any rabid rats these past few days?” The girl asked.

“Rabid rats?” Aria repeated, confused as to why she was asking her this. “Uh, no, I haven’t.” She leaned against the wall, next to the phone. “Why are you asking?”

She heard Nancy sigh on the other end. “Oh, um, no reason. Thanks, though.” Before Aria could say anything else, Nancy hung up, leaving Aria to wonder why her friend had just asked her about rats.

She decided to go to bed at that moment, shaking her head. So many strange things happened today.

She headed to bed and tried to fall asleep. However, her mind kept going back to the strange phone call and Nancy’s question. She couldn’t get rid of this odd feeling, that something was wrong. Really wrong.

The next morning, she woke up to see her mother and Joyce in the kitchen. “Hey.”

The two women looked up, smiling at her. “Hey, honey. Did you have a good day yesterday?” Her mom asked.

Aria nodded her head. “Yeah, I did.” She looked at the two women, books in their hands. “What are those for?”

“Oh, nothing,” Joyce said, waving a hand reassuringly. “Just some mom research, you know?”

She tilted her head. “Mom research?”

“Yes!” Yasmin answered. “Joyce was just showing me these books she had been reading and she thought I’d like them too.”

Aria narrowed her eyes at them but shrugged, not questioning them any further. “Are you not going to work today?” She asked her mom.

“No, I called in sick again because I wanted to, uh…” Yasmin stuttered, looking at Joyce. “Read these books Joyce gave me!”

Joyce nodded her head, grinning at the younger girl. The two women were acting really strange, Aria could tell but she didn’t push them.

“That reminds me…” Joyce started to say. “I actually wanted to show your mom a few more books at my house!” Joyce grabbed a few of the books and Yasmin followed along, grabbing the remainder of the books before leaving the house.

“Stay safe, honey, love you!” Yasmin exclaimed, closing the door behind her.

Weird.

She went outside to water the plants after eating breakfast, not knowing what else to do for today. She began spraying the plants with water, her gaze falling onto the beautiful array of colors.

As she got to water every portion, her eyes fell on a rat, squirming in the grass.

A rat.

Nancy had asked her last night about rabid rats and now there was a rat, struggling with something, in the grass. She took a step closer to see what it was doing but all it kept doing was squirming in one place, as if it was struggling for air. Her heart started to beat quicker, a little worried for the poor animal. Then suddenly, her intuitions were telling her to leave. It was telling her that something bad was about to happen so she dropped the hose and ran. She ran back inside her house to grab her keys before running back out, getting into her car.

She drove away, heart racing fast because of what she just witnessed. She didn’t know what happened to that rat but she was glad that she left, or else who knew what would have happened?

Her mind pondered back to what Nancy asked her on the phone last night. Maybe she had seen something similar happen and wanted to know if anyone else did. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good because her intuition was never wrong.

She drove to the Hawkins Library where she had picked out a few books regarding rats. She thought it was best to research about it as she couldn’t tell if what the rat was doing at her house was normal.

She knew it wasn’t normal but she didn’t want to face the fact that it was back. There was no way. It couldn’t be back because Eleven had closed the gate.

She looked through several books and found nothing. It had been a few hours since she’s been at the library and it was now pouring rain outside. She knew she eventually had to go home but she couldn’t help it. There was something missing.

She stopped once she heard a voice. She looked up and saw a face she had only met once but felt immediately uncomfortable with.

“It’s Aria, right?” The guy, Oliver, asked, walking up to her. “You’re Yasmin’s daughter?”

Aria took a deep breath, getting up from her seat. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

He nodded his head, gesturing his head towards the books. “Huh. Getting caught up in some reading?”

He was getting a little too close to her and Aria knew she needed to leave immediately. She had a feeling this guy wasn’t going to leave her alone. “Yeah, but I was just about to leave.” She started to walk past him when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“It’s pouring out, I can give you a ride,” he said with a low voice that she could only hear. “Can’t have a pretty little thing like you wandering outside by yourself.”

Aria’s gaze hardened, anger fuming inside her. “I am perfectly capable of being alone. I don’t need anyone’s help.” She spat out, breathing heavily. “Now let go.”

His hold on her tightened, causing the girl to get even angrier. “Don’t be so stubborn.”

“Let go of me.” She said once more. Then, Oliver only let go when he saw someone coming near, instantly moving away. She glared at him and rushed away, leaving the library. She quickly got into her car in the pouring rain and drove away, her breath heavy.

Her clothes were all wet and a man had tried to corner her. There were so many strange instances that happened in the past twenty four hours, she couldn’t even keep up.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington series #angst #fluff #reticent series #steve harrington x aria kaul #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic

[biographydivider]

More Bookshop Shenanigans!

I really did plan for this to be a ‘sometimes fic’...Seriously, between this and the one shots, I feel like I’ve had a well of creativity tapped by this Weird Rat Man.

Can’t stop won’t stop I suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Antonio asks the big questions, Estelle gives some advice, Bruno is a hot mess.

“Lolo?”               Antonio’s big sister and Señor Mariano were sitting together under one of the big wax palms in the front garden. Señor Mariano was lying with his head on Dolores’ lap, writing in one of his notebooks, while Lolo sat with her back to the tree trunk, eyes closed. Antonio knew it was rude to interrupt when his sister was meditating, but this was important. Plus, she probably heard him coming ages ago.

              He was the only one who called her Lolo. He hadn’t been able to say her name right when he was small – years and years ago – so Mamá and Papi taught him to say Lolo instead. Now, it was their special thing. Like how Señorita Estelle called him ‘little mate.’               “Hm?” Lolo asked, opening one eye as he sat down at her feet.               “What is love?”               As he walked down the path into town, Camilo sang a few lines of a very catchy and silly song. Antonio stuck his tongue out at his back. Lolo opened her eyes properly, and Señor Mariano sat up, looking at him too.               “Why do you want to know?” she asked him, slowly.               “I just do.”               Lolo looked at Señor Mariano, and they said something to each other without speaking. “I think you should be talking to Mamá and Papi about this,” Lolo said. Antonio shook his head.               “They can’t keep a secret.”               “A secret?” Señor Mariano said, raising one perfect eyebrow. Antonio had snuck into the bathroom one morning after Señor Mariano had stayed the night. He knew he used a tiny brush on them every morning. But that was a secret, too. “Why’s it a secret, hombre? You got a little girlfriend in town?”               Antonio scowled darkly. “No.”               Mariano nodded. “A little boyfriend, then. I see.”               Antonio’s scowl deepened. Why weren’t they just letting him ask his questions?! “I just wanna know,” he said, scooching closer to his sister, “how you make someone fall in love. That’s all!”               Lolo and Mariano did that ‘talking without talking’ thing again. “You can’t make someone fall in love, Tonito,” Lolo said.               “You made Señor Mariano fall in love with you.”               Lolo blinked. Mariano leaned over her, and took her hand in his. “Love, my little friend,” Mariano said, turning Lolo’s hand over and kissing it, “isn’t something you can control. It’s inevitable; like the tides. Like summer following spring. You can’t force it to be summer before its time. You just have to close your eyes and, well, let it happen.”               Lolo smiled and kissed Mariano on the cheek, giving him this soft, mushy look. Antonio got up with a world-weary sigh – he had been around his Tio Bruno a lot, after all – and stomped off into the house. Clearly, he wasn’t getting any answers here. ... “Hola, Señorita! I got your mail for you, since I was there.”               “Oh,” Estelle said, rising from her seat. “Thanks, Osvaldo, that’s, um, nice of you.”               And it was. Really, it was. But ask anyone who’s lived in a big English city, and they’ll tell you that even being acknowledged as a living entity by your neighbours can sometimes feel a bit…intrusive. But that was why you left, right Estelle? Part of the reason, anyway.               “Any word on Kingmaker, Volume Seven?”               Ay, Osvaldo. “Not yet,” she said, taking the thick, white envelope from her neighbour’s hands with her most professional smile. “I’ll let you know as soon as I know anything.”               “Well, it did say in his newsletter it came out this year…”               Estelle gritted her teeth. The particular author that Osvaldo was obsessed with was infamous for letting his deadlines and pre-order dates fly over his head like so many…well, so many dragons flying over the heads of warring kings. “I’ll let you know, Osvaldo. Promise.”               Once the shop was empty again, Estelle reluctantly tore into the envelope, holding her breath. Surely not. Not yet, she’d only been here a few months…               E,               Your landlord in Bogota said you’d paid the last of your lease months ago, and advised we look for you in the small mountainous towns near…               Estelle dropped the letter into the wastepaper bin by her chair, not reading the rest. She didn’t need to. Stop hiding, Estelle, come back to England, Estelle. Your aunt didn’t leave you that money so you could run away from your family, Estelle…               The bell above the front door of Nettle & Daisy jingled merrily, and Estelle blinked away the tears that were beginning to mist over her vision. “Hi there,” she chirped. “Y’alright?”               Camilo squinted at her as he closed the door behind him. “Uh, yeah?” he asked. “Who said I wasn’t?”               “It’s just an English-ism, Camilo. Ignore it.”               Camilo – prickly, sarcastic, effortlessly funny Camilo – didn’t come to the shop often. He was a reluctant reader; not stupid, by any means, Estelle hated it when people confused the two. Just not the type to sit and read a 500-page tome. But, together, they’d worked out a few titles he enjoyed. Graphic novels, mostly.               “You haven’t finished the last stack already, have you?” Estelle asked. “You were only here last week.”               “Erm, nah, nah nah.” Camilo shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, trying to cover it up as swagger. “I just thought, hey, I’d see what else you’ve got. Broaden my, y’know, horizons.”               “…alright.”               Estelle watched for five minutes as Camilo ran his fingers over the spines of the hardback classics on the spinner by the door; reading the titles as he went. Every so often, he’d pull one out, read the blurb, put it back. Pull one out, read, put it back. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore.               “There’s no books in there about mutants, y’know. Except for Island of Dr. Moreau. But that’s not really what it’s about.”               Camilo’s gaze slid away, hit the floor. He was more like his uncle than he would probably like to think, Estelle thought with a smile. “I know. I just…well…should I be, y’know…like…” He winced. “They’re not for babies, are they?”               Estelle rounded the desk, brow furrowing in concern. “What, graphic novels? Has someone been telling you they are? Because if they have…”               “Nah, nah, no-one’s said anything like that.” Camilo rolled his eyes, his shoes scuffing against the tile. “It’s just…like, the family have this stupid book club. And all I hear is, like…” He popped into the shape of his sister Dolores, fluttering her eyes and simpering. “‘Well, I’m on chapter seven already.’”               Next up was Mirabel, pushing her glasses up her nose with a middle finger. “‘Have you got to the twist ending yet? I haaaave.’”               Then, Camilo changed into his Tio Bruno. But taller. Greyer. With glowing green eyes and a manic smile. Estelle didn’t like it. “‘Oh, y’know, like, I-I read that one in, y’know, like, one night Milo, ‘coz, y’know, I’m a twisted goblin man who doesn’t need sleep and lives off caffeine.’”               Camilo popped back into his own shape, arms crossed, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “And Mamá keeps dropping hints that I should join in, read a book without pictures, and…I don’t wanna…I mean, I’d just…ugh, whatever.”               Estelle was suddenly filled with the urge to give the kid a big hug. She’d seen it a million times; well-meaning family members and pushy teachers shoving classics in their kids’ hands and driving them away from reading for pleasure ever again. And reading for pleasure was the best thing in the entire world. Apart from arepas.               “Well,” Estelle said, leaning against the spinner, “their book this month is Give Me a Hint, Daniella Mint. Do you want to read that? I have spare copies.”               Camilo scoffed.  “No. It’s full of kissing and stuff. I’m still an innocent young boy, Estelle; I don’t need all that smut in my life.”               Not for the first time, Estelle wondered if she should tell Camilo that so many girls who visited her Young Adult section (the ones who liked boys, anyway) spent a good chunk of their time giggling about how cute Camilo’s freckles were. Instead, she ruffled his hair (‘Ay, Esteeeeelllle….’) and said; “So, it doesn’t matter what they’re reading, or how quickly they read it. You read what you want to read. You enjoy what you enjoy, and you don’t need some silly club to do it. And if anyone says anything, you come to me about it. I’ll kick their butts.”               “Ha. Yeah, I’m sure.” Camilo changed into her, then; short, blonde, curvy, zero muscle; wearing a lilac dress, thick-lensed glasses and earrings shaped like birds. She thought the smear of sunburn across the entire mask of her face was a bit mean, though. “You’re just a force of nature, Señorita.”               “You arse.” Estelle plucked a weighty classic from the spinner and pretended to smack him with it. “Get out of my shop, immediately.”               “Hey! Ay! Estelle! Foul play! Yellow card, Estelle, yellow card!” Camilo cowered and ran towards the shop door, hands above his head. Just before he left, he turned and smiled. “Thanks, though. For the pep talk.”               “Anytime.”              ... ‘“Daniella,” Zavier breathed, pulling her close with his big, rugby-player arms, “I can’t fight how I feel for you any longer.”               Daniella shivered, though the air between them crackled with heat. Somewhere along the way, pretending to date her incredibly handsome, charismatic and sensitive best friend to win a luxury cruise to a tropical island had turned into something far, far more unlikely.               Daniella reached up, her fingertips brushing against Zavier’s skin. Her fingertips traced along his wrist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Bruno’s breath caught as her fingers gripped his wrist, the delicious pressure causing his pulse to pound against the palm of her hand as he…’               Zavier. I mean Zavier. I mean GAH IT HAPPENED AGAIN --!               Bruno let the book fall from his hand with a frustrated growl. He was lying lengthways in his old, faded red chair – his favourite position for reading in, though his family always got on his back about how it’d destroy what was left of his posture – his head resting on one arm, his feet on the other. But even the Optimum Reading Position hadn’t managed to help him actually, y’know, concentrate on reading. He knew he was touch-starved, but jeez. Days later and he was still thinking about Estelle’s hand on his wrist?! And that was only because he couldn’t face up to thinking about how, when a pretty girl was literally about to fall into his lap, he reached up and stopped her. By putting his hand on her hip. There were about a million different ways that was the stupidest decision he’d made since coming out of the walls.               She had really soft hands, though. And her waist was, um, a lot more defined than he’d realised. Not that he’d been, y’know, looking. He’d totally been looking. Staring, really. Bruno scrubbed one hand over his eyes. He was such a creep. And she was so nice. And funny. And had really, really soft hands. Hands he could imagine tightening just a little more around his wrists as he leaned in and –               Ay, Dios. He could never go back to that shop again, could he?               On his chest, Gabriella stirred from her sleeping position, annoyed by all the sudden movement. “Lo siento,” Bruno said softly, rubbing one of her ears between his thumb and forefinger. “You can go back to sleep, mi vida.” Gabi gave him a reproachful look and sauntered off, hopping onto the top of the armchair and away into one of the myriad of ratty tunnels Casita had installed in his room. “It’s official,” Bruno said to himself with a shrug. “Bruno Madrigal; Prophecy Demon, terrible with women and rats.”               Outside his room, he heard someone passing by. “Ooh,” Bruno said, rolling out of his seat as gracefully as a newborn gazelle in a hurricane, “Mirabel! Hey kid, kid kid kid, hang on.”               Mirabel turned just as Bruno threw his door open. “You okay, Tio?”               Apart from mentally replacing characters in a romance novel with myself and the first person outside my family to touch me in a decade? Yep, totally fine and normal.               “Yeah, s’all good, all great – listen; you wanna, like, do something? We could go for a walk along the river, or go into town and go shopping. Or, hm. Maybe not shopping.”               Because you’ll find yourself going back to the bookshop you CREEPY OLD MAN               “But, hey, maybe, I dunno…”               Mirabel winced apologetically. “I’m on my way to help Isa in her garden for a while. Sister Time. Sorry, Tio.”               Bruno tried not to deflate too visibly. “Nah, it’s alright. I was just, y’know, bored.”               Mirabel’s gaze went to the book still hanging from his hand. “Aren’t you enjoying Sophie Mint?” Her eyes narrowed. “…and isn’t that my copy?”               Bruno glanced down at the book. The cover was pastel green, with an illustration of a burly man holding a woman with cropped, pink hair in his arms, bridal-style. Bruno quite liked illustrated covers. They were cute. “Yeah, um…yeah, it is your copy. I…couldn’t get to the shop in time, heh. Bu-but I kept your place!”               Mirabel tilted her head at her tio with a long-suffering sigh, and a tiny, guilty smile crossed his face as he realised just how much she looked like her Mamá when she did that. “You were with me when I bought mine. You went to the cobblers’ while I went to Nettle & Daisy.”               “Ha, yeah. I suppose…I suppose I did.”               “I could have bought you your copy when I –”               Bruno threw his ruana over his shoulder, scowling theatrically. “Enough of this chatter, Mirabel Madrigal! If you cannot find time for your elders, begone with you. I shall entertain myself for an afternoon. For I…am a grown-up. And I can do that.”               Mirabel looked at him for a long moment. “I’ll see you at dinner, then?”               “Yeah, see ya, kiddo,” Bruno muttered, trudging back into his room and closing the door. Sophie Mint was a washout. Too, um, distracting. And, if even his rats had abandoned him, he’d have to find something else to occupy his time. Drawing! Yeah. Drawing always kept his mind busy. He could work on one of his studies, try and get better at a new style. Maybe realism. Give himself a proper challenge, something he could devote his entire mind to and really get involved in.               Drawing hands, maybe.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #la familia madrigal #bruno x oc #Bruno Madrigal #seriously sorry for flooding your dash with my fics #but when the muse takes you you gotta run with it #plus it's a good distraction from #*guestures at world*

[kwxeden]

hey everyone! i’m here with eden han, photography nerd, band nerd, just a nerd loser in general... with a passion! he’s a photography major, loves to take pictures of many things including the people around him, easily inspired. chances are if you’re a friend, you’re in his dslr camera gallery. president of the photography club! he’s also a pitcher in the baseball team. what else, what else... right, he’s also a guitarist. a guy with a lot of hobbies. if he seems familiar, then shhhhhh.

here’s his profile page! bio pages are overrated (read: i did not have the time to make one) so i’ll be listing things about him under the cut. i’ll also make a plots page... one of these days! if you’re interested in plotting, please like this post and i’ll crawl my way into your ims (i also have twitter/discord upon request) ♡

was born and raised in vancouver, canada up until his high school graduation

took ap classes + summer classes so he’s able to graduate high school earlier than most students, hence he’s a young 3rd year undergrad

in middle school, he made a band with ( @kwjun​ ) called “losers who are learning to love themselves”, really hammering that losers club aesthetics! he’s trying to revive it right now with a new lineup

is the lead guitarist and main vocalist! 

had been into photography since he was elementary school. his older brother bought him a toy camera and ever since, he finds himself enamored by the idea of capturing fleeting moments into the lenses of his camera and ‘immortalizing a second’

joined a lot of photography competitions/events back then! won a few, lost a few, he’d end up in second place sometimes. he’d still sign up for them now in uni when he can

left canada and flew to kr to leave... something behind... but ironically...

love starved, touch starved, affection starved—and he throws all of that into music composition. all the songs he writes are about yearning

tries to be a good person. tries to be a good anything to everyone. sometimes he tries a little too hard

he has a fairly unhealthy view on love and relationships/friendships in that he’d be bending over backwards for people but won’t let people do the same for him because... that’s just how he is? hm. we’ll check back later

composed most of the time. calm and teasing smile, unreadable eyes—kinda hard to break him! even if someone’s clearly hostile with him he’d just be amused

loves to love and loves to be in love but doesn’t think about being loved

very much the type to go along with anything/anyone as long as they like him/want him whether it be in terms of friendship or more

LOVES to tease. to the point it might sound flirtatious, but he’s never the one to start it. once someone hits him with something though, he takes it as a challenge to one-up and tease back x100 worse

a social drinker! likes to drink with friends... he might end up saying so much shit

also a puppy

one way to describe him is he’s like the combination of every day6 song in one human being

plot ideas... the Bare Minimum(TM)

canada friends, for obvious reasons

people who dislike him, or just want to get a rise out of him, or any type of negative reaction but nothing works LMFAO

someone who accidentally ends up in his camera roll and he’s like ‘oh, sorry, you were just pretty and the background was good and it was reflex’

other music geeks, other losers, other nerds, other photographers... etc. shared interests are always fun

flirt wars......... whoever wins gets whatever they want

messy parties... anything can happen at parties ;)

someone who actually listens to his band’s music and appreciate it/is a fan of it. alternatively someone who doesn’t get wtf is up with his band and WHY is he calling himself a loser

friends... not friends... enemies... fwbs... ENEMIES with benefits... i’ll throw him at anything

idk. please take him. i want him out of my brain

give me ideas and brainstorm with me and i’ll love u forever i am sooo easy to please and bait this is a promise

#kw: intro #/ now time for ME to be a responsible student

[forabeatofadrum]

Just Some Guy (3/9)

AO3

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Year 3

MATT

I do not really pay attention to the rumour mill at Watford. I have enough stuff to deal with, namely my parents’ inevitable divorce. I am so glad to be at Watford and away from home. I realised something was off during the summer.

Another issue that I have is that I have to admit that Arnold was right about one thing: I like looking at Agatha Wellbelove.

Quite funny. The first situation makes me lose all doubt in romance, but the second one turns me into a hopeless romantic. I got paired up with Agatha during an experiment for Elocution and it went terrible, since I couldn’t speak around her.

So yeah, I have a lot on my mind.

This is why it completely escaped me that our Chosen One, Simon Snow, is out here telling people that his nemesis Tyrannus is a vampire.

“It’s not as if anyone believes him,” John says.

“Believes who?” I ask.

“That Baz Pitch is a vampire!” Leslie exclaims, “Oh come on, Matty Chris D., you must’ve heard. Simon Snow practically shouted it.”

“Who is Baz Pitch?”

“Tyrannus,” John says as an explanation. Huh. So his name isn’t Tyrannus?

“Have you been living under a rock, Matt?” Ryan says with disbelief, “Everyone knows of the heir of the Pitches Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, or Baz for short.”

“Of course I know of him!” I say, “Wasn’t his mother the Headmistress before the Mage? The one who died in the vampire attack? I just didn’t know people call him Baz. I don’t really care about him, to be honest.”

“Fair, me neither,” Sam says, “But even I know him, and even I know about the rumour.”

“The stupid rumour,” John says. It’s as if he is making sure no one believes it. “Simon Snow probably knows about the Watford Tragedy too and now he thinks he’s connected the dots. I won’t be surprised if those Gates are impacting his thoughts.”

“Gates?” Scott raises an eyebrow.

John nods.

“Yeah, that’s why he’s been missing classes. He’s looking for some sort of Gates. And those Gates are dangerous!”

“Honestly, it must be nice to have a reason to skip class,” Luis jokes and others laugh along, but I don’t. John doesn’t either. We lock eyes and I know we’re both thinking about that moment of last year.

--

Simon Snow does miss class. I don’t care.

But then he misses again.

And again.

And again.

Not only that, but his friend Penelope Bunce isn’t attending classes either, and that’s extremely weird. Weirdly enough, she’s not the reason something feels off. Sure, she usually is very present in class, constantly asking questions and adding her own commentary, but it’s Simon’s absence that is weirding me out.

I usually do not care about his presence in class, since he doesn’t participate as much as Penelope Bunce or Tyrannus- oh, I mean, Baz Pitch, but his absence is noticeable because there is a lack of magic surrounding us. I didn’t know I had gotten so used to the great Chosen One leaking magic until now.

Not only that, but we’re safe. There hasn’t been an attack on Watford since he went missing. I’ve only been personally involved with an attack once, when some worsegoers disrupted a meeting of the Watford Chess Club. Humdrum attacks are terrible, because the empty, sucking feeling of a dead spot always comes with it.

(Call me an arsehole, but I prefer climate change over this magic sucking thing.)

Of course Simon Snow saved the day and we were able to continue playing chess.

So yes, I am aware of the smaller attacks that happen on a regular basis, even when I am not personally affected by them. Everyone is, because everyone seems to have a Simon Snow story.

And now there’s nothing. We’re safe, hooray, but this doesn’t feel right either.

It’s… unsettling in its own way.

--

Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce are officially missing.

Mitali Bunce, Penelope’s mother, is also a woman to watch out for, because she had no issues blowing up in the Mage’s face in front of the entire student body. The moment it became clear her daughter had gone missing, she’s been in a state of determined disarray. I didn’t know that was a state anyone could be in.

Simon Snow is famously an orphan. That’s why he’s the Mage’s Heir, after all, but if what Mitali Bunce is saying is right, then the Mage is doing a shit job being Simon’s guardian.

“Do you believe it?” Scott asks later that day at chess club practise.

“What?” John asks.

“That the Mage is responsible for the disappearance?” Luis adds.

I don’t know and to be honest, I don’t care, but I also cannot deny that today is a weird day. And, well, Luis has a point. It seems like Simon Snow has been investigating some Gates, because the Mage ordered him to. And Penelope Bunce is the perfect best friend-slash-sidekick, so of course she accompanied him, whether the Mage wanted to or not.

Apparently, these Gates turn people a bit mad, which is why Simon Snow was yapping all about Baz (still weird) Pitch being a vampire. (Really, why give your child a name like Tyrannus, only to not use it?)

“Isn’t it a bit weird?” Arnold pops in.

“How so?”

“Well, these Gates have negative consequences,” he says.

“Like the whole vampire disillusion,” John adds.

Arnold nods.

“So, why does the Mage keep sending him and Penny back to them?”

I suppose this is all part of a grand plan to defeat evil, but Merlin, I have no clue how any of this works. My friends keep gossiping about today’s occurrences and I move a chess piece that greatly limits John’s next move.

At moments like this I am glad I am just some guy, because I much rather would play chess with my friends than investigate creepy gates with my friends.

--

Months pass and the disappearance of Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce almost becomes old news. The Coven and the Mage are still searching, but it becomes a thing that lingers in the background. It’s kind of sad how people, like me, move on. Clearly, some people who were closer to them are more upset. I hear Rhys and Gareth talk about being worried during Magickal History.

Agatha Wellbelove also seems very upset by all of this. Since I am kind of obsessed with her, I did know that she’s friends with the both of them.

Interestingly enough, Baz Pitch is the other person who seems to be in a bad mood, or in an even worse mood than usual.

My suspicion is confirmed when Rhys arrives late to Greek one day.

“They’re back!” he yells as he barges through the door. He’s so erratic that he hits the wall with his wheelchair. “Simon and Penny… they’re back!”

Rhys babbles incoherently about how Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce just seemed to pop back into existence, both of them confused and disoriented, but seemingly unharmed. Class erupts into chaos since everyone needs to know the latest gossip.

Agatha retreats. She doesn’t ask permission to leave, but the Minotaur doesn’t stop her. He’s too busy trying to calm everyone down to even notice one student quietly slipping away. The only person who’s not in a state of chaos is Baz. He’s looks shocked, more like it. Even his minions are yapping excitedly, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I wonder what’s on his mind,” I say to John.

“Ah… well…” John doesn’t say more than that. Sometimes, John is as much as a mystery as Simon or Baz.

The class ends abruptly because the Minotaur cannot keep order. I sigh. I am not a big fan of Ancient Greek, but I was really hoping to pick something up, since we have a vocab test next week. I am definitely going to fail now.

I gather my books and follow the stream of students outside and I know I should be glad that Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce are safe and sound, but did they have to return during Greek of all classes? Why not next period during Elocution?

Goddamnit, Simon Snow.

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I go to the leaving ceremony with John and Ryan. We don’t have to, since it’s a formality for last year students, but we all have time to kill.

Afterwards, my dad picks me up by himself. I don’t ask him where my mum is.

We drive home in silence and I send John a message, saying I miss him. This will be a long summer.

#story: just some guy #2022 #2023 #2024 #carry on #multichaptered #holy fuck I wrote

[anime-dub-transcripts]

Hetalia: Axis Powers Episode #26 Transcript

This episode has Busby's chair and drunk Britain.

{Caption: England Note I}

America: Check it out, yo! How kickass is my new fighter plane of doom? Dude, it blowin’ your mind yet or what?

Britain: Ehuh! I don’t get it. Why did you call me all the way out here just to look at a silly airplane? Eumhehe! It’s just…

Britain’s thoughts: Stupid.

Britain: …I could never have come up with the same design. I think it’s…

Britain’s thoughts: Stupid.

Britain: …very unique. Haha.

America: Hey, thanks, man! It was actually created to help me beat the holy hell out of you, so I’m glad you think it’s top!

Britain: Eha?!

American man: ‘Scuse me.

(America: Hm?)

American man: But wasn’t that information supposed to stay a secret?

America: It sure was!

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Britain [narrating]: Busby’s chair. Long ago, Thomas Busby viciously beat a man to death for sitting in this, his favorite chair. After being convicted of murder, he reportedly cursed the chair on his way to the gallows. He swore anyone who sat in his chair would suffer the same fate he was about to face. It is said the chair is responsible for sending over 60 people to their deaths!

{Caption: England Note II}

Britain: I’ve got it now! I’ll switch America’s chair with Busby’s during the meeting! America won’t be able to jive talk his way out of this one! Hehehe! I can’t believe I didn’t think of cursing him like this sooner! Heheheheeheheheheheh---uah?!

Russia: Oh, dobroye utro, Britain!

(Dobroye utro: Good morning → Russian)

Russia: You’re here kind of early today, aren’t you?

Britain: Uauh! Oh…

Britain [narrating]: Busby’s chair. Anyone who sits in this chair will be cursed with a quick and often painful death. Except, apparently, for Russia.

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Britain: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

{Caption: England Note III}

{Caption: England has entered upon an operation to get America dead drunk and get information out of him}

America: Well, this is fun! You don’t normally ask me out for drinks!

Britain: I figured it was high time we got together and turned up a pint again.

{Caption: However several hours later…}

Britain: Uhhh…am I Catholic…or Protestant? God, I don’t know!

Bartender: ‘Scuse me, is he okay?

America: He always gets like this when he starts drinking.

Britain: You don’t know me! I’m the United Bloody Kingdom and I can held my locker better than you any day!

America: Dude, calm down!

Britain: Shut up! I felt bad about how the way old Frog Face was treating you, so I saved your ass! I thought maybe we could be friends and bond over our mutual hatred for France, but nuh-uh! You didn’t wanna be friends with me! You just wanted to tell me what to tell you what to do and you didn’t know what to do anyway! I think that’s total bollocks!

(America: Auh…)

{Caption: Next day…}

{Caption: Tremble tremble}

Britain: Why won’t the light just shut up? I swear I’m never going to drink again! Someone please kill me!

America: Dude can party!

France: Quel connard.

(Quel connard: What an asshole → French)

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Britain: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Germany: It seems they’re here.

Japan: Hai.

(Hai: Yes → Japanese)

Japan: I agree.

Italy: Say what?

Germany: The verdammt allies.

(Verdammt: Damn → German)

Italy: Hehehehehehe!

America: Hahahaha! Listen to me and my total hero voice, guys! China, I choose you!

China: Huwah!

Germany: Hmpf!

Italy: Heaheaheaheah!

China: Wahuh! Hah!

(Germany: Ehn!)

China: Yah!

(Germany: Heiy!)

China: YA! WAH! Hmpf!

Italy: I give up! Please don’t hit me! Because I’m delicate and I bruise like a summer peach! And I think your hair is really cool! Oh!

America: Uhuh?

France: Uh?

China: Ahuh?

Russia: Hm?

Germany, Japan: Duah?

Britain: Hehehehehehehe. Hehehehehehehe…

France: That’s Busby’s chair!

America: I don’t know what that means.

China: It’s a chair that’s been cursed!

Britain: Correct. Does anyone here have the courage to sit down in this accursed chair?

Russia: Ah, comfy!

Britain: No! What the hell are you doing?! It’s not supposed to be you! Get out of there right now!

Britain [narrating]: Busby’s chair. It is Britain’s ultimate weapon.

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Britain: I don’t like how this one ended!

Children: He didn’t like it!

{Caption: Continued Next Episode…}

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Rome: 🎵Listen now as I tell you what heaven would be. All the cooks would be the French! The policemen would all be British, obviously! Engineers would be German! The bankers would be from Switzerland, and of course, your lover would naturally be Italian! Yahoo!🎵

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[messers-moony]

King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born. 

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him. 

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it. 

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive. 

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n. 

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied. 

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?” 

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered. 

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better. 

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable. 

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving. 

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness. 

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James. 

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned. 

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked. 

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.” 

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless. 

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister. 

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter. 

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.” 

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort. 

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser. 

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.

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