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halpertstuna · 4 years

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must have been the wind - jj maybank

A/N: this imagine is inspired by the song “must have been the wind” by alec benjamin. i wrote this imagine listening to the slowed version of the song. i highly recommend you listen to it whilst/before/after reading this(:

pairing: jj x reader

word count: 2,874

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, some angst, some fluff, ya know, all that jazz. and probably typos (this isn’t really edited, pls forgive me)

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(gif credit: @jjbanks )

It was 1:28AM, you gazed out the window of the moving car, your elbow was placed on the door panel whilst your head rested in the palm of your hand, the dark navy blue moonlit water in the ocean outside was being reflected in your eyes.

You were currently sat in the backseat of a white Honda lost in your thoughts. Your dad got transferred to North Carolina due to him getting a promotion at work, which was a big deal, especially since your mum wasn’t working and so he jumped on the opportunity right away, moving the two of you with him.

Obviously you were happy for him, but you were also kind of glum since it meant packing up your entire life back in Miami and leaving all of your friends behind with everything else that was familiar, warm and felt like home.

You were being pulled out of your thoughts by the car coming to a stop.

You exited the car taking your bag and suitcase with you to the front porch, then retuned to help your exhausted parents with theirs, once you acknowledged they were struggling to keep their eyes open.

The movers were supposed to come in the morning at about 8AM to unload the rest of your belongings.

You had entered the house and your dad lead you to your room, your mum following not far behind, not wanting to be alone in the foreign, empty house.

You set your bags down next to the bedroom door and kissed both your parents goodnight. They went to their room shortly after and fell into a deep asleep right away.

You changed into pyjamas and laid down in bed staring at the ceiling, you were tired but you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

After about an hour of just gazing at the fan spinning above your head, your eyes started to flutter shut, and just as you were about to drift off to sleep the sound of glass shattering startled you, making your heart race as the sound echoed through your ears.

You jumped out of bed and ran to your parents room worried, only to find out they were fast asleep.

Where did the sound come from then? And how come your parents didn’t hear anything? Is the tiredness starting to affect your hearing? Did you just imagine it?

You walked back to your room confused and curious as to where the sound came from.

you laid back in bed and quickly fell asleep assuming what you heard was caused by your sleep deprived state, your ears playing tricks on you.

You managed to fall asleep pretty quickly but you were pulled out of your dreams by the sound of two male voices, screaming at the top of their lungs, shooting at each other vitriolic comments.

Now you were sure, you weren’t just imagining it earlier.

You walked towards your bedroom window, peeking out in hopes of seeing something, anything that could give you a clue to whatever the hell is going on at almost four in the morning.

After about five minutes of hearing despicable words roll off someone’s tongue, muffled by the walls yet clear as day the second you let them sink in, you decided to go back to sleep since it’s really not your place, and just as you were about to walk back to your bed, you noticed a tall figure exit the house in a hurry while someone from behind it kept roaring in a resentful tone vile words.

You quickly turned your attention back to the view your window had to offer, watching as what looked like a teenage boy, put a helmet on his disheveled hair, get on a bike and ride off.

And with that, the noise stopped.

You were stood by your window as the quiet night swallowed you whole, the only sound audible now was your breathing.

You laid back in your bed taking in what you had just witnessed.

Who was that boy? Who was the mysterious, scary voice behind the door? why was he yelling such dreadful things at him? And what more was he capable of?

The questions were endless, they haunted your thoughts, knowing you had to find out what was going on, if that boy was okay.

You dozed off not long after, given the fact that you were after a flight and it was really late.

The next morning you were woken up by the rays of sunlight breaking through the glass of your window, resting on your closed eyelids. The realisation that you forgot to shut the curtains last night before you went to bed suddenly hitting you.

It was almost eight. You let out a loud groan and flipped so you were facing the wall, desperate for more sleep.

You barely had time to even try before your mum knocked on your door, your eyes fluttered open, she smiled at you greeting you good morning.

You let out a sigh and sat up, mumbling under your breath “it could be better”.

You got up and brushed your teeth, then went back to your room to get changed. You wore blue jean shorts, a black oversized band tee and white slip-on vans.

you entered the kitchen and noticed your dad making coffee, he handed you a mug filled with the warm liquid, you quickly drank it and set the mug down in the sink, realising he had started unpacking the “fragile - kitchen” box, meaning the mover’s loading truck was already outside.

You got out of the hous and your dad followed, your mum was already helping with the boxes and the two of you joined her and the movers helping them unload the truck.

It was almost nine and you were down to your last boxes, when you heard what sounded like the engine of a motorcycle.

Your head shot in the direction of the house next to yours as you noticed the same bike from yesterday come to a stop at the front porch, a blonde mop of hair was the first thing you noticed once the boy took off the helmet he had on, running his fingers through his hair.

He started making his way into the house, not giving you a single look.

When you finished unloading and unpacking your parents asked you to take out the trash.

You held two big, black garbage bags in your petite hands and started making your way to the bin.

You threw the content in, and just as you turned around the boy exited his house.

The two of you made eye contact and you offered him a kind smile which he mirrored without hesitation.

You started walking towards your house but stopped in your tracks at the memories of last night.

He was sat on his doorstep, a juul in his hand, as he hit it repeatedly.

You started walking towards him.

“Hey” he greeted sending you a smirk.

“Hi” you replied grinning.

As you got closer to him, you were met with the prettiest pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“I’m JJ” he introduced himself taking another hit

“I’m Y/N, I’m new here” you stated suddenly shy under his gaze, taking in how attractive he is from up close.

“Yeah, i kinda figured, I saw the truck here earlier, plus I’ve never seen you around before” he affirmed

You nodded, a comfortable silence fell upon you two.

You were looking him up and down, he was wearing a grey tank top that revived his biceps and kaki shorts with a pair of black boots.

You then looked at the juul he was holding and noticed his knuckles looked slightly bruised, painted in this violet colour. You studied his features slowly before breaking the silence.

“Hey, um I actually wanted to ask you a question” He looked up at you signalling you to continue. “Last night, when I was trying to sleep, I heard glass shattering and other noises, d- did you hear anything?” He averted his gaze from you to the dock in front of him shaking his head no.

You knew he was lying. But you didn’t push him any further, knowing that if he wanted to talk about it he would.

You quickly changed the subject which he was highly grateful for.

The two of you sat there talking for a few hours, you told him about your life back home and he told you about the pogues, the two of you found out you actually have a lot in common, you share the same love for the ocean and surfing, you both would do anything for your loved ones and you both want to travel the world and explore it.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been sat with JJ, talking, until the two of you noticed the sun starting to set in the horizon, painting the sky in the most beautiful shades of yellowish-red slowly followed by shades of violet and blue.

You darted your gaze over to JJ, only to discover his was already on you. You smiled up at him, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, you whispered a “hi” to which he chuckled and shook his head, smiling at how cute he found your softness.

And for the first time since you moved, you felt welcome. And even though it started getting chilly, you felt warm inside, thanks to the humorous boy beside you.

You could hear your name being called from inside the house, telling you dinner’s ready.

You bid your goodbyes and walked back to your house.

You ate dinner with your family then went to bed, this time falling asleep easily since you were exhausted from that day.

At about two in the morning, you had to pee, so you walked to the bathroom half asleep but were quickly snapped back to reality when you heard “I’ll fucking kill you!” bawled with rage.

Your eyes were shot open at the sound of that and you started freaking out a bit. You were really worried but you didn’t want to stick your nose where it didn’t belong, so you decided to let it go.

When you laid back in bed you heard someone ignite a motorcycle and take off, you assumed it was JJ, and again, with that, just like the night before, the noise stopped.

The next day you didn’t see him. You were worried something might have happened but you reassured yourself, assuming he was probably with the pogues. That day was dedicated to helping your parents unpack furniture, cutlery etc.

You went to sleep pretty early given you were in desperate need of it.

You were abruptly woken up by the sound of loud thuds and the words “worthless piece of shit” ringing in your ears as they were being yelled at someone.

You quickly got up and looked out your window, you were concerned about JJ’s well being, assuming he got back home while you were sleeping.

This time you just couldn’t shake the feeling something’s seriously wrong, with that you slipped on your shoes and quickly ran to his house in a panic.

You knocked on the door firmly.

Once it was swung open and you were met with the same pair of blue eyes you saw yesterday, but this time with a bruise under one and a cut under the other.

His eyes softened at the sight of your worried state and you drank him in, searching his face for more bruises.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked now angry “what’s all that noise?!”

JJ looked at you then down at his feet and said “I wish I could tell you but I didn’t hear anything” you were taken aback by his words.

You knew he was playing dumb, and usually you won’t want to intrude but you were far too worried about him.

“Are you serious?” You asked him with wide eyes. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. It must’ve been the wind.” you were dumbfounded by his statement, speechless.

“Thanks for caring, but I have to go back inside, good night.” Your eyes swam with concern as he closed the door. You walked back to your house not wanting to pressure him any further into talking about it since he looked like he was on the verge of breaking.

The next day you went to the beach with your surfboard. You ran into the water, eager to catch some waves when you were met with none other than the “surfing legend” himself, as he liked to say, JJ Maybank.

He was on his surfboard riding a wave as you watched in awe.

Once he saw you he started paddling on his board in your direction.

“Well hello there, how are you enjoying the waters of the Outer Banks so far?” he greeted authoritatively and you giggled at that. “I actually just got here, didn’t really get the chance to ride any waves. But I can’t say the same about you. You’re really good” you commented and a grin spread across his face. “Thanks” he replied.

He sat straddling his surfboard and as he got closer you noticed a giant bruise on his stomach, you gasped at the sight, he didn’t understand at first, then followed your gaze. “What happened?” You asked faintly, reaching out and tenderly tracing the bruise with your fingertips. “It’s nothing,” he scoffed “you should see the other guy” he chuckled awkwardly, but you weren’t buying it.

“I get it if you don’t want to talk about it,” you started “but just know my door is always open, you can come whenever you’d like for as long as you desire if you ever need a friend” he shot you a watery smile at that invitation and a comforting silence fell upon the two of you.

You broke it by saying “I bet I can catch that wave before you Maybank!” Then started steering away towards the giant wave that was heading your way, “Oh! Bring it on Y/L/N!” He retorted following not far behind.

That day was fun for the both of you, sun, surf and no worries.

When you got home you took a shower and put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a white oversized shirt.

It was getting late and you were beat from surfing and being in the sun all day, you had no trouble drowsing off.

You were sound asleep until you were alarmed by the sound of knocking on your window. You shifted the blanket off your body and got up, your warm feet made contact with the cold wooden floor, waking you up a bit as you approached your window.

You rubbed your eyes trying to make out the face of the blurry figure on the other side of the glass. You quickly picked up that it was JJ and opened the window, letting him climb in.

He didn’t need to say anything, knowing you already knew why he was there. You turned on the the table lamp, then noticed he had a busted lip, and a fresh cut on his cheek.

You were quick to wrap him in your embrace, hugging him dangerously close. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and started crying, tears slid down his cheeks, making the collar of your shirt wet and see through, but you didn’t care. He buried his face in your chest and you held him as tight as possible until he managed to steady his breathing.

You held his hand and intertwined your fingers, leading him to the bathroom without a single word being passed between the two of you. You signaled him to sit in the counter and he obeyed. You started cleaning up his bruises and cuts, bandaging what you could.

After you finished you told him to go back to your room. You went to the kitchen and quickly returned, plopping down on the bed beside him, handing him ice cream, knowing it’s the most comforting thing you could give, other than a hug which followed the deed.

You put on “Iron Man”, trying to lighten the mood with Tony Stark’s humour.

As the credits rolled he opened his mouth “I’m sorry,” he mumbled “for bothering you like this it’s just- I mean- I-“ you cut him off by caressing his cheek with your hand, he leaned into your touch. “It’s okay.” you cooed, a single tear slid down his cheek and you wiped it away with your thumb, smiling weakly at him “We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, and until you are, we can say ‘it must have been the wind’” you quoted what he’d told you the other day, gaining a smile from him, a real smile, eyes full of adoration.

You pulled the blanket on the two of you up to your chin.

You shut off the light and muttered a “Good night” before drifting off.

He kissed your forehead, lingering for a bit longer than he should’ve.

He murmured a good night before falling asleep as well beside you.

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urmomsstuntdouble · 3 years

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brother of mine

aka an itabros character study (?) there are characters and they’ve been studied, idk what else to tell you. this has been in my head for a long while, though i got a lil experimental with how i wrote it. anyway, this is a bit important to me and i know there’s like a lot of really good takes about their relationship already out ther, but here’s mine! i hope you enjoy it!

(pov romano, written in present tense 2nd person, in case that’s a turn off for you. all of the emotional baggage you’d expect.)

6:09- Wake up, still tired. Nothing you can do about that, but you stay in bed a little longer, listening. Is your brother awake yet? Do you want him to be? It’s already noisy outside.

6:13- Get out of bed after spending four minutes staring at that photograph of your fiance and you that’s taped to the wall. You wonder if you should frame it, but he hasn’t gotten you a ring yet, so you don’t know if he’s serious, or he’s also in love with you. And if you were to frame it, you’d have to take the tape off, and that would render your likeness without a face. Would that be so bad? And you don’t want to think about that, so you push the blanket off. Because you sleep naked, you get cold fast without the blanket. At first, you try to sink deeper into the bed, but that dosn’t work. There’s no goosebumps on your back. So you get up and put clothes on.

6:15- You walk into the bathroom, pleased that the time is such an even number. A perfect quarter of an hour. But then you see your brother, standing at the mirror, straightening his wavy hair. You sigh, and ask him how long he’s gonna be in the bathroom. You need to straighten your hair too, and you can’t use the toilet with him standing there. Maybe you could’ve at one point, or on a better day, but today isn’t one of those days.

6:39- You finish straightening your hair. Your brother is still in the bathroom, even though he doesn’t need to be. He’s crosslegged on the toilet, and you’re paying closer attention to your hair than his rambling, but you still know when to nod and fake-laugh.

6:52- You don’t pay attention to traffic on the way to work, despite driving. It was your turn to drive, but you’re not in the mood to drive. But you can’t ask your brother to drive, because then he’ll worry about you, and you’ll have to tell him why you’re fine. He’ll never believe you. He says he wants to help you a lot, but he never does, at least not in the way you need. Maybe he doesn’t understand you, or maybe you’re just stupid to him. Can he see you, really? Is he even trying? Maybe you are stupid, or maybe you can’t be helped. You almost hit a woman and her daughter, and you scream out the window that they need to walk faster. You don’t believe yourself, and your brother can tell. You growl. Maybe that’ll change his mind.

7:28- You arrive at the Parliament building. Your brother gets out of the car first, almost while it’s still moving. Don’t want to be late! he chirps, but the pair of you can’t be late. You can’t give the nation avatars their morning briefing if they’re not there. And you’re not even supposed to be there until eight, anyway. You say nothing of this and call him a dumbass.

7:37- You’re walking slowly through the halls. You have 23 minutes, and you are alone. Some coffee would be nice. You don’t trust yourself to get coffee and get back in 23 minutes, so you don’t.

8:00- You walk into the briefing room. Your brother is already there. He gives you a little wave when you walk in. Heat flashes through you, and you feel like you could rip a cork out of a bottle with your bare hands. There is no way to test that, because there are no bottles in this room. You sit beside him, in the chair unofficially designated as yours, and begin the briefing.

9:00- Another meeting. A headache nips at your temples, and you tell yourself it’s not because you didn’t get coffee. It is. In the meeding, someone mentions your separatists, and you straighten your tie. You also shrink back into your seat. They blame you, or maybe think you have answers. You don’t. You are glad your tattoo is covered.

10:00- You have nothing to do for now, so you read the news. Your brother is doing paperwork. You should be doing paperwork. If you didn’t share an office, you wouldn’t feel so bad about not doing the paperwork. The sound of his pen on paper grates at you. You can hear his progress as the ball-point gets scratchier. You keep scrolling down the news app on your government phone.

11:00- You start your own paperwork after the third time your brother harrasses you about it. Hundreds of Lovino Vargas’s make your wrist hurt, but he looks smug about finishing first.

12:54- You get a chunk of your work done. Your brother’s fucked off somewhere without telling you. You leave the office, leave the building, and find a wall to lean against. You smoke, watching your people. If they’re yours? Things are fuzzier in Rome. You wish they weren’t. No one else is so weak in their capital, and it’s only okay because Veneziano is weak here too. A girl smiles at you, and you blow her a kiss. Her blush is cute, but you can’t enjoy it because you’re engaged.

13:12- Your brother finds you. He wants to get lunch. You say fine, unenthused. You get lunch from a street market. When the vendor hands your food across the counter, your fingers brush. The look in his eyes changes, and he gapes. He knows who you are. You wink at him, and he stands a little straighter. Your brother knows what’s happened too, and beams at him. He pays in a stack of coins. The vendor chuckles, and stares at your brother in awe. They shake hands while you hold your brother’s lunch. You need to get back to work, so you take your food without shaking the vendor’s hand.

14:00- It’s another hour passed. Your pen sounds different when you sign your name, but the victory feels hollow. You’re slow.

15:00- It’s warm. Too warm. You’re heavy, and you want to take a nap. You’re sweating again, and miss the ocean. You can’t remember the last time you saw your fiance. You should make arrangements to see him again.

16:00- It’s still warm. You’ve sweated through your dress shirt. Maybe you should take your blazer off. But then people will know you’re sweating. And your brother isn’t sweating. You keep the blazer on, and wipe your forehead with a tissue. With the tissue still in your hand, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You wipe under your arms with toilet paper, and stare at yourself in the mirror. You’re behind, and you sort of miss the times when you didn’t have paperwork. It was better for your wrists, but worse for everything else. Even so, you could lean back on your fiance’s chest whenever you pleased. He had a soft spot for you. Everyone else’s soft spot is for your brother. You wonder if your fiance is the only person who will ever have such a soft spot for you. You splash your face with cold water and pat it dry. Your eyes looked better when they were lined with sweat.

17:00- It gets loud outside. You continue working.

18:00- It’s still loud. You’re still working. Your brother takes a break, smoking by the window. There’s sweat under his arms. A secratary walks in to deliver more papers. She likes his suspenders, and he thanks her. He blows her a kiss. You know, the whole point of smoking by the window is to keep the smoke from getting into the room. The secratary leaves. You ruined it.

19:00- Your brother drives you home. It’s his turn. He pays attention to traffic. You pick at your nails, and wrestle some words down. Your head throbs, and you need a smoke. Or some coffee.

20:11- You’re home. It smells like you, and you can breathe. It also smells like your brother. Maybe you smell the same.

20:47- Dinner. You sit down, punctuated by an opening door. You brother’s boyfriend walks in, and he makes him a plate. You shake your head, and push food around on your plate while they talk about trade deals. You wish he wasn’t here. Or maybe you wish you were somehwere else. Maybe you wish you were on the beach, or maybe you miss your fiance. Actually, you always miss him, but most of the time you’ve forgotten. Watching them talk about the trade hurts anyway. It’s not even trade between the two of them. You figure it out and realize that you wish you were human. If you were human you never would’ve met your brother. You’d never have left Sicilia- Or maybe you’d be married to your fiance by now. Whatever. You wouldn’t know either of the men on the other side of the table, and it would be a better life.

21:03- You brother’s boyfriend is gone. You’re screaming, and so is your brother. You’re both armed with wine glasses, and you feel yours slipping in your hand. You don’t want to drop it, because he’ll help you clean it. You can see it now- The glass falls and shatters, and you fall with it to pick up the pieces. Your brother’s hands meet yours as he does the same. You scream at him and someone bleeds while the other shouts into a pillow. You drink the rest of your wine. You try to talk so fast that you dribble wine down your shirt. Your throat feels tight and your voice pitches up, and now you sound like him. You tell him he’s stupid and obnoxious and he should’ve kept his half of the country. His eyes widen. Yours would too if someone was yelling at you in your own voice. You both ruin your shirts with tears, and Veneziano drops his wine glass. Good job, you say, and track footprints of wine out of the room.

21:49- You need to go to sleep. You can hear your brother talking to his boyfriend on the phone. You wish it was light enough to see the picture of your fiance on the wall, and you don’t want to get out of bed to turn the light on. You know it’s there, and that helps, but you really wish you could see him.

5:03- You didn’t sleep much last night. The quiet in the house hurts a little. You’re still in yesterday’s clothes. You wander downstairs. The floor is clean now, and the kitchen door is open. Your brother is outside.

5:06- You’re not sorry and you let him know. He’s okay with it and you sort of wish he wasn’t but you’re glad he understadns. He makes you cry too much, but you also make him cry a lot. Maybe you shouldn’t live together. You don’t say that, because it might make him cry again.

5:08- His head is on your shoulder. You can’t move. You think you’re supposed to put an arm around him and be comforting. Your hands were always too rough, too violent, too dirty. They never learned how to love gently. You wouldn’t know how to comfort. You were never supposed to learn what tenderness was. Last night, you wished you hadn’t.

5:18- You hug him. He does most of the work. You bury your face in his shoulder pretending it’s someon else’s.

5:19- He’s sorry. You don’t believe him.

5:20- You say thank you.

5:21- Niether of you talk. You might not be ready to talk yet. Is it okay, you ask him? He shrugs, because he’s not ready either. No one’s ever ready.

5:24- You agree to try again today. You both know it won’t work. You try again.

#there it is folks! hope it's snazzy #sorry if this is annoying i really love romano so much #also! author's notes/personal hcs:#lovino is his legal human name and that's what he puts on government documents (what it says on his driver's licsense)#the nations do work at their government's place of governy shit #romano thinks he's engaged to spain because of that fuckin thing where spain proposed ot him but spain doesn't think theyre engaged #bc he thinks romano turned him down #anyway i think thats all i have to say #hetalia #hws #hws romano #hws italy #hws veneziano #italy brothers #itabros #character study #my writing #long post (?)#ceros posting

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years

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We’ll See About That (Elijah x Klaus x Reader)

Requested by anon. I wrote this two times cause my laptop decided to be an asshole and wouldn’t let me post it. Enjoy

(Y/n) was raised by her parents and the small pack of werewolves they belonged a few miles away from New Orleans. However she wasn’t a child brought to life as a result of a happy marriage, her mother married her father because of an arranged marriage, so s he fell in love with a warlock while being stuck at a toxic marriage. When (y/n) was born everything became worse, her father started to suspect and her mother took her stuff and (y/n) in the middle of the night and left, she was only 11 but she was thrilled to leave everything behind.

However, she never cared for the whole werewolf thing nor cared if she was a witch, she was spiritual yes, meditating and cleansing her house, having different type of tarot decks and aligning her chakra was something that brought her peace, but going in further was like dipping your fingers in the honey jar and expecting your hands to not get sticky.

(Y/n) studied abroad, once again leaving everything behind and making her own memories and decisions as a young adult. She knew that to “active” the wolf gene meant you have to kill somebody and she never had that intention, one night though when a man decided to follow her home and attack her, she lost control and had to not only deal with activating the curse but also dealing with the police and finding a way to keep her criminal record clean.

As graduation rolled around (y/n) decided to go back to the U.S.A, New Orleans to be exact. She could never go back to the pack her dad belong, she hadn’t talked to him in years and she doubted he would want to help,so her mother told her that a lot of different people have their home in New Orleans, so she decided to try her luck there.

“A pretty woman like you alone? It must be my birthday”

It was (y/n)’s first night in New Orleans, so she decided to go and have a drink, maybe get an idea or two on how to find someone that is willing to help her. She was sitting peacefully drinking her cocktail when a tipsy and absolute douche approached her.

“Well go find a cake, cause I for sure ain’t giving you any”

“Too bad, i’m sure your icing taste great”

Her facial expression showed how disgusted she was by the vulgar comment, she was about to answer a man when she saw a man nudge the annoying creep and take her hand in his.

“My sincere apologies for keeping you waiting love, you look beautiful”

He brought her hand up to his lips and looked at her right in the eyes, the wink he gave her made her understand what his plan was at. She smiled brightly at the kind stranger

“No worries babe, let me introduce you to this absolute creep that tried to hit on me”

“Oh how amusing. Listen mate, you have two options, one is to keep going at this and force me into take actions that will make me your worst nightmare, second is go on with your night while your arms are still attached to your body. Choice is yours”

He didn’t even say anything, he just looked down and left, (y/n) could see his already fragile ego crumble right in front of her. She started laughing, finding the entire situation cut out of a comedy.

“Thank you so much, let me buy you a drink”

“I think it goes the other way around love”

“It’s the 21st century, also you deserve one for scaring him to death. I’m (y/n) by the way”

“Klaus, pleasure to officially meet you”

They ended up talking and drinking for hours on end, the conversation flowed effortlessly making them feel comfortable with each other. Klaus walked (y/n) home at the wee hours of the morning, oh how beautiful she looked as the first streaks of sunlight caressed her face. They hugged and made a promise to see each other again

(y/n) slept until 3 p.m and woke up to her stomach demanding food after the back to back drinks she had last night with her new friend. She did her morning routine and decided into putting on a yellow sundress and placed her hair up into a quick updo, last was her moisturizer and sun screen, to protect her skin but also give her a nice glow and she was ready to hit the streets.

She got distracted by a very talented musician that played on the side of the road when she bumped into a mans back. As Elijah turned around all he saw was light, he couldn’t really put it into words but the woman that was standing right there looked like she was surrounded by the holy light and angels.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going”

If sirens every existed, she was one of them. Her voice sounded like little singing bells and those eyes, her gaze could stop the devil. He was so astonished by her beauty that he didn’t realized the human like fairy had stopped talking, making him look like he was mute.

“It’s alright dear, no need to worry”

“I got distracted, I am usually very aware of my surroundings”

“I understand, this town is full of distractions. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Elijah”

“Ohhh YOU are Elijah”

“Pardon?”

(Y/n) remembered the name from last night. Klaus had mentioned how him and his brother Elijah with his sister Rebekah came back to town. Of course Elijah was not aware of that conversation

“Your brother Klaus, I met him yesterday when he came to my rescue. I’m new here so he kept me company”

“What a kind and rare thing for my brother to do”

Of course Klaus would put his best foot forward when he meets a girl, well at least she was not hurt by him nor by anyone, such a shame for a miracle like her to get harmed. Regardless of that, Elijah got an incredible idea

“Well since my brother made a friend-which never really happens- I like to say that they are my friends as well, so would you accept my offer and accompany at our home for dinner tomorrow?”

“Oh you don’t have to, it’s fine”

“I insist, since you are new here someone should show you hospitality”

(Y/n) couldn’t really keep up with this whole thing, two handsome brothers coming to her aid and wanting to bring her over for dinner, it was almost too good to be true. She would dumb if she didn’t accept

“Fine, but i’ll warn you I have a big appetite”

As Elijah informed his brother of the interaction he had with (y/n) and the invitation he gave her for dinner the brothers started to sharpen their knives. Both of them requesting specific dishes from the chef they hired, arguing over what wine goes best and what music should they play or if there’s going to be music.

The hours passed and (y/n) stood outside their door. Klaus was the one to greet her first, he was stunned when he saw her. Her hair was down and curly, she wore a satin maxi dress with a plunging neckline and a slit on the side that showed her right leg.

“You really outdid yourself love, you look ravishing”

“Why thank you Klaus, you look amazing in this suit as well”

Klaus had chosen a formal attire for the evening, a black suited he had tailored back in the 20s, you could never go wrong with a classic.Klaus offered her his arm and she linked hers with his, walking in the house that looked like it was cut out of a fairytale.

“(y/n) you arrived, I must say that you are breathtaking”

“Thank you Elijah, you look very handsome as well, do you sleep with a suit on?”

Klaus took the opportunity and pulled a chair back for (y/n), helping her and then took his seat as well.

The night passed beautifully,(y/n) felt so pampered and the brothers felt euphoric by being at her good graces, they also spend the entire night keeping mental notes on who (y/n) smiled more, who’s joked she laughed, what compliments she gave, what foods she liked and most importantly who she talked to more. As the night came to an end (y/n) insisted into taking her car, besides two glasses of wine were nothing compared to the tons of alcohol she consumed when she was in college.

“Thank you for everything tonight, it was truly amazing”

“Of course love, with a guest like you anything else would have been an embarrassment, right brother?”

“Yes that’s quite right Klaus, we hope to see you again then”

“For sure, I wouldn’t pass on tasting that delicious food again”

She hugged both of them and then they saw her disappearing into the night, leaving them both with the sweet taste of happiness that they got to dine with such a magical being, they had to agree that (y/n) was the most peaceful and calming human being they have met.

“Well brother, I am happy you bravely put on a fight but I think I’ll take it from here”

“We’ll see about that Niklaus”

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Rainy Days (Part 4 of 4)

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Summary: Emma and Julian are in charge of the London Institute for a week and find a box that once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs and contains poems written to her by James Herondale. The story switches between Emma and Julian and oneshots about things that happened in Jordelia's life to inspire the poems.

Sorry if the formatting for the poems is messed up, I tried.

Thank you all so much for reading this story, I really enjoyed writing it <3

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“Daisies must have been her favorite flower or something” Emma says as they look around the room. Looking now that was a very obvious statement. Even some of the blankets neatly folded on the end of the bed had daisies embroidered on them. The wall paper was lined with a daisy print and on the box itself was intricately carved flowers. There are also some very old flowers that were carefully pressed and put in the box next to the poems. They were afraid to touch them for fear that they would fall apart.

“Yeah, maybe I will do a painting of her when we go home,” Julian says thoughtfully, “I should include some daisies if I do.”

“I’m sure it will be great,” Emma says thinking of his other paintings. He has done so many great pieces that if he was a mundane she was sure his work would be in an art gallery. The institute itself had turned into a sort of gallery these days, some people visited just to see the murals Julian painted on the walls.

They both were laying back on the bed and Jules had his arm around Emma. This was a nice day off after the busy day they had yesterday, they had run into some demons by the river and were outnumbered. Luckily, Emma is the best shadowhunter of their generation. Her wielding Cortana was definitely a scene he wanted to paint when he got home. The grace of her movements when she was fighting was like a dance, he could never quite capture the movement with a set of acrylics.

He checked his watch, they had plenty of time before Jem and Tessa would get here.

“We should read another poem,” he suggested. “They are kind of interesting to see what they said to each other 100 years ago.”

“Ok, I will,” she says, reaching into the box again for another poem. There was one titled Rainy Days.

“That seems fitting for today,” Julian says, glancing out the window. Emma reads the poem aloud.

Rainy Days

Outside the sky is dark and gray, The rain falls in puddles on the ground, We are in the library by the fireplace, Listening as it down pours all afternoon.

The heat of the flames warms the room, You by my side warms my heart. Even on the darkest of dreary days, You light up everything by being there.

Now you are asleep next to me, While I write about our day. I'm starting to think that I quite like, These warm and rainy days.

It was another rainy spring day in London, the snow had just melted and it was still very cold out. You could hear the wind blowing all around outside, it was quite the stormy day. None of the merry thieves or their family members would be venturing out today, they too were curled up by a fire, just like Cordelia and James.

James now looked at the sleeping Cordelia on his lap, she looked so at peace. Her soft red hair was undone and free from it’s unusual style, he combed his fingers gently through it. He thought about the day they had had. Today was very good weather for writing. With a notebook in his hand he began to come up with ideas.

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“Good morning,” Cordelia says, sitting next to James at the kitchen table. She poured a cup of tea and looked out the window, it was raining very hard and forming puddles in the street.

“Good morning” James responds, reaching for some breakfast, “Looks like any plans for today are cancelled”

“I think it is far too cold to go adventuring in London,” Cordelia says with a shiver, it was almost spring but they still had many cold days ahead of them.

They finished their breakfast talking about rain and what crazy things their friends have been up to lately. Christopher had been working on a new invention, Mathew caused some trouble at the Hell Ruelle, nothing much different than usual. They then decided to head upstairs to the study where they could sit by the warm fire and play a game of chess.

“Shâm-Mât” Cordelia says, winning her 12th consecutive game in a row. James just laughs as they reset the board for another game. There isn’t much to do and he is still holding on to hope that he can win at least one round.

“You're too good at this,” James says with a smirk. She has always been brilliant at battle strategy, she could outsmart any opponent she faced. He looked at her with a smile as she planned her next move, her face was full of concentration. He could feel her plotting his demise.

They played chess until it was time for lunch, the sky was still gray with rain clouds. They then decided to venture to the library to look for a book to read on this cold and rainy day. James walked over to put more wood on the fire while Cordelia went to look for a book. They settled on the couch by the fire, Cordelia leaning her head against James’s shoulder while he read from an old volume of The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. There were a lot of Dickens novels in the library mostly from James’s parents' fascination with the author. Will and Tessa were both staying in Wales for a week and were not at the institute, it was just James and Cordelia.

She began to fall asleep and he smiled as he see the book on the night stand. He grabbed his notebook and began to write.

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So now James was still sitting on the couch trying to write a poem about the letter but he realized the poem wasn’t what he should be writing about, he spent the whole day with Cordelia and she was more fierce and interesting than any storm.

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“That was very fitting for today,” Emma says, putting the poems back in the box. She looks at the time quickly, Jem and Tessa would be there soon.

“It must rain here a lot,” Julian says, “I miss the beach” They laugh, they would be back in LA soon enough to deal with the chaos that ensues there.

They had just renovated the institute more and had been busy painting more murals on the walls. They also updated their computer and Jules got a laptop which made some things easier and more organized.

They hear footsteps coming down the hall and Tessa looks into the room.

“I see you found James and Cordelia’s room,” she says with a smile.

“I haven’t been here in years,” Jem says looking around the room. Tessa was looking at the box in Emma’s hands.

“I see you found Cordelia’s jewelry box,” Tessa smiles as though she is remembering her, “She is an ancestor of yours, she was a Carstairs before she married my son.”

“James, right? Did he write poetry?” Emma asks. Tessa looked a bit confused.

“Yes, he did. But I thought I had all his notebooks saved at my house, did you find one?”

“We didn’t find a whole notebook but we did find a few poems he wrote to Cordelia.” Jules says. Emma opens the box and pulls out the pieces of paper.

“I always wondered where the ripped out pages went, I always assumed they were just rough drafts that got tossed away.” She paused for a moment, “did you two happen to find a book called The Beautiful Cordelia. I have been looking for it for a while now and I know Cordelia had it.”

Emma pointed over to the shelf they had originally found the box on. Tessa pulled out the leather bound book that had The Beautiful Cordelia across the top in fancy calligraphy and a small “by Lucie Herondale” on the bottom.

“Thank you,” Tessa said, holding the book. Jem was looking at something across the room.

“Hey, did some of our stuff get moved up here too,” he asked, picking up a stele.

“I think so, did you find something?” Tessa asks.

“This was Will’s stele,” He says, handing it to her and looking slightly incredulous. “How much of our stuff is still here?” Tessa laughs.

“Leave some for the other generations, we don’t want to fill our house with 100 years worth of clutter.”

They all turn to leave and go get something to eat. They would never forget the poems they found, the remnants of someone else's rainy day, of another time period far away yet so near to them. While the day was dreary, dark, and wet, never let the weather depict whether there is a storm cloud raining on your day off.

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Cordelia looks at the poems one more time with a smile before placing them in her new jewelry box. It had been an anniversary gift from James. It is wooden with her name and intricate little daisies carved onto it. The box truly is beautiful. It had been raining so she took the opportunity to organize a bit but now the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.

James walked over and kissed her on the cheek while she latched the box shut.

“ We were invited to a picnic in the park, just the usual group. Do you want to go?” He asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“That sounds lovely,” she says, standing up from the bed and carrying the box over to the shelf. She puts it between The Beautiful Cordelia and a book of persian mythology her mother had given her. She slipped on her shoes and took James’s hand. They walked off happy as can be, standing in the sun for a change instead of being stuck inside on those rainy days.

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A roommate

~Hi :l I know, I know, I'll update regularly my ass. The good news are, that i wrote a lot. My Star Wars obsession is back and i started to write a fic about it and I'm writing a Short Story about Sam. Sooo i got distracted. But I sat down yesterday and got some writing done here aaaand I made a Masterlist, linked over here. I shut up now, have fun ;)~

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Seventh part of a nightmare

Word count: 1542

Pairing: Bucky × Reader

Warning: Mental health issues

It was a long rough night. For both. The silences and darkness prevented Barnes from sleeping, he doze off a few times just to wake up, sweating and panting. Thinking about all the horrible things his Alter Ego did, what he did. Even though Bucky really wanted to stand up stretch a little and turn on the lights, but he did not, because he feared he might wake up y/n and needed to explain himself. So, he kept sitting on the cold floor, waiting for the sunrise.

On the other side of the door y/n, wasn´t having a better time either. The whole thing with her father was slowly driving her crazy. She replayed every single memory she ever had of him. And suddenly there were little but clear hints about his other life. Strange man in black suits, that came to visit them. Her dad every once in a while, disappearing for a few hours just to come back with a present, telling y/n that he had work to do outside. And the panic he managed to hide in front of everyone but her, when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and the media went wild. It started to make sense. Everything started to make sense. And it scared y/n, because a little part of her did not want it to be real. To calm herself down y/n was walking around the room, playing with her hair, picking on her skin. She was tempted to open the door, but on a second thought, y/n did not want to intrude in James’s space. She was already a burden enough.

Holding that thought y/n, decided to try and sleep. Under the blankets she stared at the ceiling. Y/n could hear almost anything that happened in the apartment. The quiet humming of the fridge. The steady leak in the bathroom sink. The fluttering of the curtain and obviously the sounds of the Big City, that came through the open window. The only thing she could not hear at all was James.

Finally, her curiosity won.

On tip toes y/n stood up and went to the door. Every little noise in this apartment could be heard from the bed. Everything but him. Was he meditating? Did he leave? Did he die from a strange disease from one moment to another? She was about to laugh about her own silly ideas. Preventing it by putting a hand over her mouth, while the other one slowly lowered the door handle. It opened easy without making any sound. Y/n took two light steps ahead and looked over the edge into the living room.

As she saw James leaning upright against the wall, she hid herself behind the wall. Nothing happened. Once again, she leaned over the edge. He did not move. He was sleeping. Y/n took a deeper look on to the scene before her. Mr. Nakajima’s Mattress was carefully placed on the wall, besides the TV. James was sitting on the opposite side of it, between the armchair and the only chair he had. The head straight up as if he were looking at the ceiling. Under the long-sleeved t-shirt, he was wearing, you could see the singular shapes of the metal arm. His legs stretched out in front of him wrapped in a dark blanket. The curtain was closed, but the window was open, so that the thin fabric flooded up every few moments and the street lights submerged the room in a strange light.

Y/n did not know how long she admired the scene. Every little detail consumed her in that quiet night. Then the magic broke.

James set himself up, struggling for air, gripping the blanket with one hand, putting the other one on his chest. Taking one heavy breath after the other. To just break down against the wall again. Y/n froze. She was not meant to see that, but she could not move without drawing his attention to her. Y/n kept observing the scene, that had lost all its charm. The room was cold, because of the wind that came through the open window. The furniture lost its shape, turning into threating shadows. In between, James suddenly seemed so small and lost. He forced his breath to slow down. It took him a few tries, and when he hesitantly drew his knees to his chest, something inside her broke. Her face grew cold. Eyes narrow, Lips pressed together. Her fist closed tight.

Even though she long thought of him as a monster, now she decided to make everyone pay, who was responsible for this. If this sudden feeling came, because it reminded her of someone long lost or because the person in front of her was scared child, instead of the strong Avenger she thought he became, did not matter.

James started to become more conscious of his surroundings as he calmed down. Y/n took the moment of confusion and escaped silently to her room.

The first rays of light from the morning sun, vanished the cold shadows of the moon. After sleeping a few hours, y/n got up of her bed full of zest for action. It was not enough sleep, but nothing that a good coffee could not solve. While she hurried to the bathroom, y/n noticed that James was still sleeping, rolled up in the same place she left him last night. With a smile she brushed her hair and teeth. Y/n planned a little surprise for him, that would work even better if he slept a little longer.

After y/n dressed up, made a good coffee, drank a cup and left a little note for James. She went out to buy some things for her host. The usual stuff. Food, easy to cook for one person; Some good wine; Toilet paper; soap, etc. As she passed a little Flower shop y/n had an idea and went inside.

With all hands full of bags, she carefully balanced her way to the door of the apartment. Then it struck her. She did not have any keys. Rolling her eyes sighting, y/n slowly let all bags down to the floor. Taking a quick look on her wristwatch, that told y/n it was almost noon, she decided to knock.

Like the last time y/n heard some mumbling and quick steps behind the door. With the same sleepy face of the first time Bucky greeted y/n. When he registered all the bags on the floor, his face lit up in astonishment. It was a really long time ago someone went grocery shopping for him.

Y/n and Bucky brought everything to the kitchen, both equally excited about all the bags.

“Why and what did you buy?” Barnes asked with a soft smile and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Oh, just some food aaaaand” Y/n was searching through the bags “Some little plants” she finished showing him a little pot with a tiny round cactus. “Because you need food and taking care of plants is fun, apart from the obvious fact that they look great”

“Wow” was the only response from Bucky. The little plants reminded him of Wakanda, they were not exactly goats, but y/n bought a lot of them so he would have enough to do every day.

The Sunday rushed by between cocking their late-late-breakfast, eating and talking, repotting the plants, looking for the best place for all the little flowers, cactuses and little bushes and last but not least cooking their on-time-dinner. As the sun sets, both were sitting on the living room floor enjoying a bottle of wine, surrounded by little colorful pots.

“I didn´t think you could cook, it was delicious” Bucky commented looking down on the empty plates.

“Thank you. Yeah rich-girl-complex doesn´t work with me. I like doing stuff myself and I lived alone a few years.”

“Well, you really didn´t seem that kind of girl, but you also don´t seem that kind of girl that likes doing domestic tasks” He took a sip of his wine, without letting her out of sight.

“Good point, but I think that isn´t a gender-relevant-thing everyone should be able to take care of themselves”

“Agreed. I´ll cook the next time”

“Agreed too, this place looks great by the way” Y/n praised as she took another look around the room.

“Yes, you were right plants do look fantastic” Bucky approved with a soft smile.

“Oh I bought something else” Y/n jumped up and went to the bedroom. He took another sip of his wine frowning. Then she came back with two Books “These two are my favorite” y/n explained holding them up “Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe from the Narnia Chronicles by C.S. Lewis”

“How did you? Never mind. Thank you” Barnes reached out for the books beaming as if it were Christmas. Y/n gave them to him, sitting down, studying his expressions. She was nervous at first, because she did not know if he would like them, but the smile told her everything. She relaxed, reaching for her glass.

“Can we read them together?” Bucky suddenly asked, after reading the backs and observing the covers awhile “No pressure, if you already…” His shy stutter got interrupted

“Of course”

~I loved writing this one, it was really fun and I love its vibe. If I'm intruding too much into the reader character, I'm sorry, I'm really trying not to~

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harry-styles-sunflower · 4 years

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Meeting You In The Hallway

a/n: HII lovely people! I hope you are all doing well today! This is part 1 of Meeting you in the Hallway. Part 1 is a bit short because it’s an introductory chapter, but I do plan on making the chapters as I go. I’ll put specific warnings in the beginning of each chapter.

What it is: You move into the apartment across the hall from Harry and you begin a friendship which you both want more from but can’t communicate that want. AU.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pls reblog if you like it 😊

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You had finally raised enough money to buy your own apartment right around the corner of Central Park. You were a registered nurse in the city, but the city was nothing new to you. You had grown just outside of the city your whole life. You worked on 5th Ave so buying an apartment near Central Park was just perfect. Today, Sunday, was move in day and you didn’t come with a lot. Few boxes and basic furniture. Your apartment was on the top floor which gave you the most beautiful view of Manhattan. There was only one other apartment across from yours because you were all the way at the end.

You got to your apartment around noon and began bringing up all your boxes after your mom and dad helped you bring up your bed, couch, and dining room table. You’d get the rest with time. With the view you had you weren’t in a rush to buy a tv. Just a good book and a chair was fine. “Have you met your neighbor yet?” Your mom asked. “No, not yet. Hopefully soon. The seller said he was nice. Not too loud” you shrugged. You figured that maybe it was just a bachelor business man who worked a lot, like you.

Once you finished bringing everything up to your apartment, you said goodbye to your parent’s downstairs. You thanked them as they gifted you a frame of you with them on your graduation day. Their smiles full of pride. “Alright bye, we love you. Stay safe okay? Call us if anything.” Your mom said trying to not get teary eyed. You stayed home for college so this was the first time she felt like she was letting her baby go. “Okay mom, I love you too.” You waved bye to them and then walked back inside saying thank you to the doorman. You’d learn his name another day. Right now, your back and feet were just killing you. You took the elevator upstairs, playing with your new keychain. Apartment 17G. You looked at it happily as you walked back to your apartment. Enchanted by your key you didn’t even notice the man right in front of you until you bumped into his hard chest.

“Ow, sorry. My bad” you looked up and saw two pools of green. Slightly intimidated you looked away and stepped back. His eyes remained on you, studying you, wondering if he’s ever seen you around.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. 'Scuse me” And just as fast as you bumped into him, he was gone. You looked behind you as he left. Noticing just how tall he was. With a sigh you continued your walk until the end of the hallway. You opened your apartment door and closed it behind you. You leaned against the door and let out a sigh. Green eyes on your mind. You heard the door across your apartment open and then close. You grunted; upset you missed your neighbor. Just a few seconds too late. You were hoping to get along with them at the very least.

That night you decided to order in pizza and drink some wine on your balcony. Basking in the last few nights of summer. You looked over to your right and noticed your neighbor’s balcony. It was simple, two chairs and small table. A few plants near the edge. “Green thumb” you said to yourself sipping your wine.

Eventually it become dark and you grew tired. You cleaned up your kitchen and organized your cupboards just enough to get rid of one box. On your way to shower and call it a night you remembered to check your door. "Can never be too safe" you thought to yourself. As you checked your door, you felt your feet crumple some paper. Confused, you bent over and picked it up.

“Hi, um I think you moved in today. If not, you’ll just see this whenever you do, I guess. Well just wanted to say welcome to the building. Guy across the hall, 17H.”

With a small smile you brushed your fingertips over the handwriting. This was a sweet gesture and your apartment began feeling even more like home. A possible friend you thought. No, you hoped. As you laid in bed about to sleep, you thought of your neighbor in 17H. Was there a reason why the H was underlined? But as you closed your eyes you remembered those two pools of green.

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The next morning was a Monday. You were off that night so you woke up and decided to unpack as much as you can.

During breakfast, you saw the note your neighbor had left you. You flipped it over and wrote, "I'm moved in, thank you for the warm welcoming." You debated whether or not to ask if you should grab a drink together. Instead you settled on, "Meet you soon. Girl across the hall, 17G." After you finished your breakfast you quietly opened your door, setting a stopper so you didn’t get locked out, and slid the note under 17H's door. You hurried inside. You were still only in your pjs and a robe, hair a mess.

When Harry woke up on Monday morning, he got up and put on a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. He tried to go for an early run, before there were too many people in the vast Central Park. He liked the feeling of morning air. As he was about to leave, he thought about the girl he bumped into yesterday. He was so focused on this new song he was writing he didn’t even notice her. She was also pretty short. He had a small gig the next night at a small café. He was getting less nervous of performing in front of people but he got nervous when they were his own songs. He cleared his head and left for his jog. On his way back, he stopped by a bakery and bought some fresh bread and a few pastries. The small bakery reminded him of his old job from when he was a teenager.

When he got home, he barely noticed the paper on the floor. When he flipped it over, he half smiled at the bubble handwriting. So different than his. "Meet you soon" he repeated to himself. He debated going right over and knocking, but then he remembered he was a sweaty mess and didn’t want that to be your first impression of him.

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By lunch time you decided you needed to buy groceries. No more eating out. You grabbed your bag and a light sweater. The day had gotten a little bit cloudy. You tucked a mini umbrella just in case. That’s the kind of person you were. You were cautious, always prepared, because you know... Just in case.

You walked downstairs and introduced yourself to the doorman. You found out his name was Pat and he was retiring next year. He was a sweet old man. You walked to Whole Foods to buy your essentials for now and picked up some soup. You'll have something to keep you warm if it rains. You put the soup into your cart and debated whether or not if you should buy ice cream. You thought oh fuck it, you were getting your period soon anyway. You'd need it. You bought chocolate, vanilla, and butter pecan. You decided it was time to go before you bought the whole store. You approached aisle 5 and leaped for joy inside because there was no line, the customer just leaving. The customer looked familiar though, his back looked familiar. A light bulb lit in your head, that was the guy from yesterday. The one you bumped into. For New York City to be so big, it was interesting how you saw him again.

You paid for your groceries and made small talk with the cashier about the weather. Both of you a little upset that it was one of the last few days of summer and it was cloudy. You walked back to your building a little faster as the clouds got darker. Once you made it inside and up to your apartment door you put your bags down and reached inside your purse for your keys. As you were about to put your key in the keyhole, you heard an enthusiastic "Hi!". Jumping you dropped your keys.

"Oh, shit sorry, didn’t mean to scare you" he said as you both reached for your keys causing you to both bump heads.

"Ow!" you both said and laughed a little. You both fell back onto the floor. Still laughing lightly. When you finally focused on who the man was you realized who it was. "Oh my god, it’s you. From yesterday" you said. He looked at you with eyes squinted. "Oh yeah. You." he looked you up and down. "So, you're the girl from 17G" he said as he pointed to your apartment door. "17H?" you asked. "Yep, H was underlined because my name is Harry" he said. You couldn’t help but like the way he said his name. His accent almost stretching his name out. "Oh. Makes sense. I'm y/n." He brushed his hands on his thighs and reached over his hand for you to shake. "Nice to meet you, y/n". You shook his hand. "You too, Harry."

He kept ahold of your hand. You realized how soft his hands were. He slowly stood up while still holding your hand and gently pulled you up.

"Thanks" you said wiping your hands on your jeans. You had trouble looking him in the eye. The green was so beautiful you were scared you'd get lost. His sharp facial features reminded you of one of your favorite characters, Stefan Salvatore for some reason.

"Do you need help? Err carrying that stuff inside?" He asked pulling you away from your thoughts.

"Oh um, no actually. Thank you but I'm okay." you said and turned to open your door.

"Okay. Um well, if you ever need anything."

"Yeah thanks. Appreciate that" you smiled up at him. Looking him in the eye for a second. He was so tall.

"Yeah of course. Just knock" he said and as soon as he said it, he realized how dumb he sounded. Why did he feel so nervous?

"I think that may be my only option. No doorbell" you said teasing him a little.

"Yeah" he said looking down, feeling stupid.

To cheer him up you said, "hey, if you need me, knock three times. That could be our own “homemade doorbell”."

He looked up with a bigger smile and for the first time you noticed his dimples. "Yeah okay, that sounds good. Three times." He nodded.

"Alright. Well, goodnight harry"

"Goodnight y/n"

As you both closed your doors behind you, you both replayed how you each said each other’s name. The way your name sounded with his English accent and the way his name sounded with your American accent.

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Part 2 is now up!

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Tumblr-Girl (Part 16)

Tumblr – Girl (Part 16) Pairing: Misha Collins x reader Summary: unique con-experience Word Count: ~2700 Warnings!: mentions of emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, violence, slight mentions of panic attacks

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Part 1 Masterlist

Your PoV:

You couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t believe what happened. Yeah, sure, you read something about the SPN cast and their bond to the SPNFamily, but… no… this couldn’t be possible. You stared, first at Jensen Ackles, who entered the room first, then at Misha Collins and then at Beck. “Uhm..” you mumbled. “Hi…” you didn’t know what to say and for a few moments the room was filled with silence. “We just wanted to check on you, since we probably caused this incidence yesterday with our surprise.” Jensen said and smiled. You felt your heart rate speed up and your face tuning bright red. *Calm down* you said to yourself. Beck shot you a smile and a glance that said “It’s okay. Take your time.” You took two more breaths before thinking about what Jensen said. “Thank you.” You responded and you still couldn’t stop staring until Beck pulled two chairs to them and offered them a seat. They nodded and sat down while Beck was sitting at your bed. “So, how are you, Y/N?” Misha asked again. Slowly you got back to yourself “Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a panic attack. I’m not that good with big groups of people.” You smiled “Thanks for getting me out there; Beck told me the whole story.”

“No, problem, really. It was the least we could do for you. When can you get out of here?” Misha asked. “Hmm.. I don’t know exactly. Maybe today in the evening, but I think the nurse said that they probably will keep me here until tomorrow, just to be sure everything is okay.” You didn’t say anything of the cramps and the flashback you had in the ambulance car yesterday because you didn’t want to look like a complete freak. Then you and Beck had a nice talk with the two actors. The initial shyness and insecurities were gone after a few minutes and you had a lot of fun, it was nice to chat with them about everyday-things. To be honest you never idolized actors, not even the ones of your favourite show, they were still normal people to you, normal people with a very cool job, but normal people, maybe this helped you to keep the conversation interesting for everyone. Jensen shared something about his family and about the time on set. Beck and you told them about your studies and how you met just a day before. You noticed Mishas glance on you a few times, but maybe he just wanted to check on you if everything was okay. You didn’t think a lot about that. Suddenly Jensens phone rang, he looked at it and just said “It’s Jared, I’ve to get that one.” Then he left the room picking up the phone.

Mishas PoV

When Jensen left the room, I knew this could be the moment to tell Y/N that I was Dmitri. I thought about how to tell her, but how? There was no good way into this conversation. There was silence in the room since Jensen left. “I guess you have to do convention things today?” Y/n asked and I slowly nodded. “Yeah, in the afternoon there are some things to do, but our panels don’t start until tomorrow.” I answered. “Then why did you get here yesterday?” Y/N asked. “I mean, you could have spent this two days anywhere, you never get this early on a convention.” I looked at her a bit baffled, like she read my mind and didn’t know what to say. “Sorry. That’s none of my business.” She backtracked. “I.. I’m just curios.” I thought about it a little longer, this was the moment to come out with my secret “No, it’s okay. It’s a good question. Uhm- We… no, wait actually it was just me.. So I had to meet someone here… uhm-I planned something for this I needed some time.” I shook my head. Why couldn’t I just come straight to the point. “I see… and Jensen and Jared just were some good friends who didn’t let you down on this…” Y/N smiled. “Well, yes.. but..” I tried again, but she interrupted me and said “It’s okay. It’s your private stuff, I understand that you don’t want to tell some people, who you don’t know about it.” She smiled again. No, she didn’t understand and I didn’t know how to correct this misunderstanding. “No…, wait… I-“ suddenly Jensen came back in the room. “Misha, I think we have to go.. They need us at the convention centre.” He said and I looked at him like he told me my mum has died. “I’m sorry, Jared was very clear about it. We have to be there asap.” He looked at Y/N and Beck “It was nice to meet you, Beck. Y/N, I hope you get better soon.” Then he turned to me “Mish, I’ll get us a taxi, hurry up.” After that he shot us a last smile and left the room. I stared at the door, then I stood up, I took my wallet and pulled two of my cards out, I didn’t really think about it, but in the next moment I just did what I had to do. I took one card and noted a short thing on it “This is my private phone number” I gave the card to Beck and then took the second one, also wrote something on it and gave it to Y/N “Call me, if you need anything, doesn’t matter what, you are part of the family now. We have your back. I have your back.” Then I stood up, took my jacket and left the room after one last look back. Y/N stared at me and Beck, her friend, also couldn’t believe what happened. I smiled and closed the door after me. That didn’t go like planned, but it wasn’t that bad. Jensen waited outside the hospital; he wore his sunglasses and tried not to be noticed. I was heading in his direction, but my thoughts were completely somewhere else. Was it right to give her the card or was it a stupid idea? When I reached Jensen, he smiled at me “She is really nice. I like her, man. Did you tell her, that you are your secret guarding angel?” he teased me and I had to smile about the reference. “Hmm. I really tried, but she didn’t understand.” I answered “She thinks I’m here to meet a woman…” Jensen raised his eyebrows “Well, I mean, that’s not exactly wrong.” He laughed. “Yeah… She thinks it’s another woman, she interrupted me, when I was explaining the situation and then you came back and.. Well… This was it, maybe its better like that.” Jensen looked at me and shook his head “I don’t know.” But then the taxi came and we tried to focus on the upcoming convention.

Your PoV:

You didn’t look at the card Misha gave you, you held it in your hand and after a few minutes of staring on the closed door, you put it in your note-book, which laid on the nightstand. “Uhm. Did this really happen?” Beck asked and stared at the card in her hand. You looked at her and nodded. “I guess he liked us. And he really trusts us not to be some crazy creeps.” You started to laugh and Beck joined in. “Nothing on the con could beat that.” She said.

The rest of the day flew by, you really were allowed to leave the hospital on the same day, in the evening and for a short moment you thought about attending the Saturday Night Special at the Con, you read so much about it and you really wanted to see it with your own eyes, but on the other hand you couldn’t risk it to pass out again und cause the stuff more trouble than you did already. So you went out for a drink with Beck, she said that she had seen the SNS a few times, it wasn’t a drama to miss it this time. You let the taxi driver choose the bar and he showed you a little bar, which was very nice and not very crowded. Perfect for having a little chat and enjoying some drinks. You stayed there for quite a while when suddenly a group of people arrived. “Hmm. It seems nice, the taxi-driver didn’t lie, this place is really an inside tip” somebody said and Beck turned around quickly “That’s Richard Speight and I think the others are the people from the SNS” she said “Y/N, I think this is the weirdest con-experience I’ve ever had.” Beck laughed, “like, how can all this happen on just one weekend?” You starred at the group of people and then back to Beck. “Uhhm. I don’t know what to say.” You stated and focussed on your conversation again, you felt like the cast deserved some private time, but just a few minutes later Rob and Matt stood in front of you “Hello, would you mind if we join you at your table?” Matt asked “The rest of the tables are already occupied..” Beck looked at me and I looked at her in the same moment, then we nodded “No problem, feel free to join.” Beck said and they put their beer-bottles on the table “Thanks. So, I’m Matt, and this is Rob.” Matt introduced himself and the smaller guy, he obviously thought you didn’t know them and with a sideglance to Beck you decided to play along. “This is Y/N and I’m Beck.” Said Beck and you smiled “Nice to meet you, Rob and Matt. So, what brings you here?” You asked them and Rob giggled “The taxi-driver, we asked him for a nice, little bar, so he got us here” – “Well, same thing happened to us.” Beck laughed “We are for… well, for holidays and were looking for a spot with less tourists.” She then continued. It was a very nice talk with Rob and Matt, some time later Richard Speight joined in and brought some beer for everybody. You laughed; they told you stories from their private lives, from their travelling together and some other stuff. You still couldn’t believe this actually happened, it was your very own con-experience and it was fantastic.

When you looked at your phone to check the time it was about 3:30 in the morning. You were getting tired and so was Beck and even the guys groaned from time to time. “I guess it’s time to head to the hotel.” You said in Becks direction, she nodded and you both stood up. “In which hotel are you staying?” Rob asked, when Rich looked at him pulling the eyebrow up he realized how odd this question was “Oh.. sorry.. I.. I thought… I mean, we are staying in a hotel as well… And I thought about sharing a taxi…” you smiled about Robs embarrassment and then told them the name of your hotel “I think it would be great not to get home alone, in the middle of the night in a unknown city.” You added and Beck agreed. “Nice, that’s really nearly next to our hotel.. So let’s go” Rich said and guided you and Beck outside the bar to a taxi. When the taxi arrived at your hotel you said goodbye to the guys “It was nice meeting you, we had a lot of fun” you said to them and they nodded. “Have a good night, you two. And don’t forget: You always meet twice.” Richard laughed and gave you a wink, then they closed the car-door and headed to their hotel, which was just a few hundred meters away. Beck was still smiling “This was honestly one of the best days of my life.” She said. “Have a good night, Y/N. Let’s have breakfast together tomorrow, I’ll pick you up here at about 8:00 a.m.?” – “Sounds good, have a good night, Beck” you hugged her and then headed towards the elevator, to get to your room.

The following Sunday was nearly normal, you had breakfast with Beck, then you walked around the convention center, but you didn’t try to watch one of the panels. After the closing ceremony, you watched it on a screen in the hallway, you went back to your hotel room to pack your stuff, you got yourself late-check-out, so you could use the whole afternoon for packing and thinking about the past weekend, it was kind of crazy, but it was the best weekend in your life so far. Then you thought about the journey home, coming home in your own apartment. Your stomach hurt, when you thought about meeting Jacob again. He wasn’t a fan of this trip, he liked you to be by his side, he needed you by his side, he said that every time you talked about this trip. In this moment your phone buzzed ‘Hey babe, when are you getting home today? Waiting for you here. Ily Jacob’ you smiled. He loved you, maybe he wasn’t angry about the weekend. Maybe it will all be okay.

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After you said goodbye to Beck and you promised to visit each other you took your bus home, it was quite a ride, a few hours passed and it was dark outside when you arrived in your hometown. You texted Jacob your arriving time and he promised to pick you up at the station and he held his promise. He pulled you closer as soon as he got the chance. “I missed you, babe. You can’t do that to me again” he said and you could smell alcohol in his breath. “Are you drunk, Jacob?” you asked and he shook his head “I just had one beer, let’s go home.” He grabbed your wrist far too tight and pulled you to the car, there he pressed to the car. “I missed you, you know. Because I need you, I love you, you do love me as well, do you?” he said, not leaving any space for you to move. You nodded, but he wasn’t letting you go “Say it, babe, you love me.” He said again and forced you to look into his eyes “Yes, Jacob, I love you.” When he heard that, he let go of you and put your bags in the car. “Let’s go home, babe, you have to tell me how your weekend was.” He said and you got into the car.

In the evening you told Jacob some things of the weekend, but he didn’t seem that interested so you kept most of it for yourself. Together you watched some TV and then went to bed, it was late and both of you were tired so you just slept next to each other. The following days were quite unspectacular; you weren’t in the mood to unpack your things, so the backpack just laid there at the floor. Jacob was here nearly every night, you got used to giving him what he wanted. You hated the days he was in a bad mood so you tried everything to keep him happy. One morning, a few days later Jacob tripped over your bags, you hurried to get your things and put them away “Sorry, I should have put them away earlier.” You said, but Jacob kept quiet, “I’m so sorry, are you hurt?” you asked again and after you put away the rest of the backpack you saw that Jacob got something in his hand. “Babe? Who is Dmitri?” he asked and you could sense the anger in his voice. You didn’t understand, how…? “What?” you asked and Jacob looked at you furiously. “Don’t do this to me- Who is Dmitri?” he asked again and when you didn’t say anything he grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you close. “I thought you loved me.” He then said and in the next second you felt a stinging pain on your cheek. You couldn’t do anything but watch when Jacob threw something on you, a little card or something, then he left the place. You sat on the floor. What happened? When the pain slowly went away you took the card Jacob threw at you. It was the card with Misha Collins phone number, you looked at it closely for the first time since Misha gave it to you, it was not just his phone number, there were two more words on it “Love, Dmitri”

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years

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Unexpected Oikawa x reader

A/N: I think this is only part one, I might do a second+ part depending on how it goes because I just needed some Oikawa love

Summary: You get a note with a pen from a stranger, but what happens when they want to meet you and do things together

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: None

You dropped this yesterday and I figured you may want it back attached with the note was a cute pen that still had the little plastic wrapped around this. It was the same type as the one you used, but it was obviously new and also in your favorite color. The note didn’t have a name on it and you couldn’t help but wonder who would have given you a note like that. Looking around your classroom you didn't notice anyone different. What you didn't notice was the boy shiley sending glances your way whenever he noticed you weren't looking. The pen put a big smile on your face and you wrote with it for the rest of class, it was your new favorite and you wanted to thank who it came from. You went almost two weeks wondering who the mystery person was and you looked constantly to try and catch someone's gaze.

I would love to be your partner on this project, could we meet in the library after school? You had no idea who this could be but a partner sounded great nonetheless, and it wasn't like there was anyone in the classroom you would hate to work with. You were nervous the rest of the day glancing around more than before wanting to know who'd just agreed to do this with. The day seemed to take on forever as you counted down the minutes until you saw the mystery pen person, or who you thought was the mystery pen person.

After school you said goodbye to your friends and slowly made your way towards the library. You had no idea who he was or how you would identify him (or her you didn’t know) but you were sure going to try. You walk to the library doors and froze as your hand but for the handle, what if this is a mistake you thought to yourself, what if it's a prank or a joke what would I do? Pretend that I just came to study? Or that these are my plans all along? That person would still know though and you didn't want to embarrass yourself. You take a step back from the doors and walk back down the steps contemplating every decision that led you here. What if they were a new friend or just really shy, how could you tell them no? It was on a whim when you walked back up the steps, opened the door and went out in the library. Now that you were in the library you really didn't know what to do so you decide to go to the table you could always be found studying in, it was a little bit towards the back and tucked right between the baking and home goods, the table had the best seat, enough outlets to charge every device in your entire house, and was right next to the window. It was a table you've spent countless hours sitting at, from projects to finals you'd spent all of your time at the library in that spot.

When you rounded the corner to get to the table you stopped dead in your tracks, someone was there and that someone had the same pen.

"Hello... "The person said, giving you a nervous smile.

"Oikawa….um….hi," you respond unsure of what you're seeing. Tooru Oikawa was the last person you thought you would see sitting there, he was the pretty boy that always had a girl hanging off of his shoulder, and he seems to like it that way. Sure he was cute but you couldn't be anywhere as cute as the girls he usually spends time with.

“Hi, Y/N I was wondering if you wanted to do this project with me?” He was audibly nervous, which was weird for someone as confident as him. Upon further inspection you notice that Oikawa has his glasses pushing his hair back on the top of his head, a tiny pink hint at his cheeks, and is writing with the same colored pen that was given to you.

“I would love to,” you joined him at the table across from him, “nice pen,” you add before pulling yours out to show him.

He gives you a big goofy smile, “I know, it’s my favorite color,” he responds, seeming more comfortable now.

“No way, it’s my favorite color too!” You can’t help but feel comfortable talking to him, he’s lost his typical show off jerk attitude.

The two of you continue to banter about whether or not gel pens should have a rubber grip or not, or if aliens made the opposite sex, it was overall a light hearted conversation that led perfectly into working on the project. You ended up working on it for almost an hour and ended up only a page or so away from finishing the whole thing before Oikawa had to pack up and go to practice.

“I had fun doing this, Y/N we should go to a coffee shop or something next time,” he smiled at you before grabbing the papers on the desk and heading off to practice.

You were still sitting there, confused about what just happened, a coffee shop? Fun? Was he joking? You hoped not because the two of you had such an easy time talking and he was genuinely a lot of fun to be around. You decided not to think too much about it and go back to finish the project so you could turn it in for the both of you, glancing at the table you noticed the project wasn’t there. The project wasn’t there. He had grabbed the project. Great, now you were going to have to redo the entire thing because he would take your name off of it, you really got played by him and his damn good looks and stupid conversations. You had other work to do now so you didn’t worry too much about it, and started on your math homework. After you finished with math you were done, so you packed up your bag and glanced out the window one last time before going and there you saw him, standing in the gym smiling at you. You two locked eyes and he gave you a little smile, you gave him a little one back as well as a little wave before heading out of the library. So that was how he knew where you always sat.

The next morning you entered class as tired as usual, you weren’t usually this tired though, so you walked in and sat right at your desk trying to get a nap in before your teacher started the lecture.

“Hey Y/N” You hear a taunting voice and look up, “now's not the time to take a nap, and besides I should be the one who’s tired, I finished our project last night and even went back to color code it,” he is both teasing you and completely serious.

You look at him with the most awestruck look you could imagine, he didn’t claim your work, he finished it.

“I know, I’m the best, you don’t have to say it aloud.” You giggle at him and sit up in your chair. You both end up talking until the warning bell rings, and the entire time you swear you can feel the jealous glares of the other girls in the room. It was a pretty normal morning aside from that, you took notes, listened to lectures and now you were getting ready for lunch.

“Y/N, are you and Oikawa talking?”

“Yeah what’s up with Tooru looking at you all morning, he couldn’t stay focused on anything but you.” “What are you guys talking about,” you sigh, they clearly don’t see that he’s just being nice, besides you don’t want to get your hopes up that it could possibly mean something more.

After school comes with nothing else from your friends or from Oikawa. You don’t give any of it too much thought as you start to walk towards the exit of the school.

“Y/N wait up!” You turn around to see the tall brunette running towards you, you stop and wait for him to catch up with you, and when he does all you can do is smile at him and wait for him to continue whatever thought he so desperately had to tell you.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to lunch with me tomorrow and maybe walk around the city or something,” he asks you blushing bright red. “I would love to.” Shit, shit, shit, why did you say yes? This sounded like a date, more of it was a date with the cutest boy in the entire school.

Oikawa lets out a giant sigh of relief and somehow turns ever more red than before, “Great, well I’ll pick you up at your house at noon tomorrow then.” He turns to start going back to the school.

“Wait!” he stops dead in his tracks, “how will you know where I live.”

“It’s written on the pen I gave you.” He smiles before heading back into the gym.

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maddrmatt · 3 years

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Kairi’s Epic Journey: The Quest for Sora

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Chapter 16: One of Our Princesses is Missing

The Mysterious Tower

As Riku morosely trudged up the stairs to Yen Sid’s study, he reflected on the fact that there had never been a time when he had enjoyed visiting the Mysterious Tower. It seemed that every time he or any of the other Guardians Light had come there, they only learned increasingly bad news about impending disasters.

This visit felt no different. However, Riku knew they were meeting because of bad news he had delivered earlier.

“Riku?”

The silver haired Keyblade Master looked at the girl slightly ahead of him on the stairs. Naminè carried a look of sympathy on her face.

‘How often would I see that look on Kairi’s face whenever she felt Sora and I needed comfort.’

“I should have gone to her sooner, Naminè. Right after Mickey finished his call yesterday would have been the best time. Then this wouldn’t be happening.”

Naminè descended down to the step Riku was on. “I know you’re worried about her, Riku. I am too. But there’s no point in beating yourself up about what you didn’t do. It’s not going to help us find Kairi at all. Right now, the others need us to tell them what happened this morning so we can make a plan to find her.”

‘Besides, you’re not the only one who could’ve done something sooner that might’ve prevented this.’

Letting out a big sigh, he said, “You’re right, Naminè. Let’s get this over with so we can start searching for her.”

Naminè nodded and side by side, they continued to walk up the stairs until they finally came to the door to Yen Sid’s study. Riku opened the door and suddenly felt all eyes on him and Naminè.

Everyone was standing around in their usual groups. Terra, Aqua and Ven with Chirithy on his shoulder stood to the left while Roxas, Xion and Axel stood to the right. Mickey, Donald and Goofy stood at Yen Sid’s right while the sorcerer himself sat in his chair behind his desk.

As Riku gazed around at the worried and concerned looks everyone was giving him, he felt the familiar twinge of jealousy. After all, each of these groups had been reunited while his own had been torn apart.

Mickey approached Riku. “Riku, are you okay?”

Riku said nothing. But just shook his head in the negative.

“We don’t blame you at all. It was quite a shock when you called to tell us she was gone,” said Goofy.

“Especially since the King told you to watch out for her,” grumbled Donald causing everyone to gasp in shock.

“Donald, that was uncalled for. I may have asked Riku to keep an eye on her as best as he could. But there’s no way he could’ve watched her every moment,” said Mickey.

“Yeah. It’s not like they live in the same house,” added Goofy.

Donald sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Well, in a way, you’re right, Donald. I could’ve kept a better eye on her, and I should have been trying harder to mend things with her,” said Riku.

“That’s something we’re unfortunately all guilty of, Riku,” said Xion.

“Hey, don’t put this all on us. Kairi has her share of the blame too. She wasn’t listening to reason and lashed out at us, remember? And now she’s run off to who knows where without telling anybody and she’s likely going to get herself killed again!” exclaimed Axel as he punched the wall causing him to cry out in pain.

“Calm down, Axel. Taking your frustration out on the wall isn’t going to help,” said Roxas.

Axel took a deep breath. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just so worried about her. I have been all month.”

“We’ve all been worried about her,” said Ven.

“But now’s not the time for us to be pointing fingers at each other or her,” said Terra.

“That’s right. The best thing right now is to remain calm and think of something we can do to find her,” said Aqua.

“You are correct, Master Aqua. I suggest we get started immediately. Master Riku? You mentioned that there was a letter that Kairi wrote to her parents. May I see it?” asked Yen Sid.

Riku made his way to the desk. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the sorcerer.

“I know this is very difficult for you. Kairi’s sudden disappearance is a terrible turn of events. But if we are to locate her, we must first gain some idea of why and how she left. So, would you please relate to us what happened on the Destiny Islands this morning,” said Yen Sid.

Riku was reluctant to begin. The shock of what had happened earlier was still fresh in his mind.

Then he felt someone take his right hand. He looked and saw Naminè giving him a look that encouraged him to go on.

‘All right. They’re going to have to hear this if we’re going to find her.’

“Okay. Here’s what happened,” said Riku as he related how he had found out that Kairi and Pluto had vanished from the Destiny Islands.

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Destiny Islands, Earlier That Day

Up in his room, Riku was finishing getting dressed. As he put on his jacket, he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in!” he called.

The door opened and in stepped Naminè. “Your mom let me in. So, are you ready for this?”

Riku sighed. “As I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“It’s been a whole month since that fight, Riku. You know we have to try again,” said Naminè.

“I know we do and part of me hopes that this is when we’ll finally fix things with Kairi. But I’m also afraid that we’re just going to end up in another fight,” said Riku.

“Just tell her what you told me, Riku. Maybe that’ll be what you need to mend your bond. Then, hopefully, she’ll be open to fixing things with the others,” said Naminè.

“I wish I could be more optimistic about this. But that’s never been easy for me. Sora always had more than enough optimism for the two of us.”

“Yes, I’ve seen plenty of evidence for that in his memories. But if he were here now, he’d want you to try. He wouldn’t want a friendship like yours and Kairi’s to end,” said Naminè.

“If he were here, none of this would be happening,” stated Riku.

“I know. Come on. Let’s head over to her house,” said Naminè as she and Riku made their way out of his room. They travelled through the house and soon reached the front door.

But before Riku could open it, a loud rapping was heard on the other side of the door. Following it came frantic cries from a familiar voice.

“Riku! Riku! Open up!”

“That’s Selphie!” exclaimed Riku as he quickly grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

Selphie was standing on the doorstep and she had a look of absolute panic on her face. Standing behind her wearing identical expressions were Tidus and Wakka.

“Oh good, you’re here!” exclaimed Selphie.

“Selphie, what’s wrong?” asked Riku.

“You’ve got to come to Kairi’s house right now!” exclaimed Selphie.

Riku’s eyes widened. “What’s happened?”

“Is she okay?” asked Naminè coming out from behind Riku.

“We don’t know. She’s not there!” exclaimed Tidus.

“What?!” exclaimed both Riku and Naminè.

“It’s true! Her mom’s going crazy about it,” said Wakka.

“We went to her house earlier because I wanted to check and see how she was doing. But when we got there, her mom was in tears. She told us that both Kairi and Pluto were gone, and we had to get you over there as quickly as possible,” said Selphie.

Riku said nothing. He just charged past the trio and headed in the direction of Kairi’s house. Naminè followed close behind with Selphie and the others doing the same.

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Much later, all of them were in Kairi’s bedroom. They had all over and were searching for clues while her mother stood in the doorway drying her eyes with a handkerchief.

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Riku. You too, Naminè,” said Dorothy.

“Of course, ma’am. We were about to come here anyway. And we’re going to get to the bottom of this. Right, Riku?” asked Naminè.

“Right,” said Riku as he and others continued to survey Kairi’s bedroom.

So far, there wasn’t too much that looked out of the ordinary. The only exceptions were an open window and a few papers and things strewn about the floor.

“Now they did come home last night, didn’t they?” asked Naminè.

“Yes, they did. I actually caught Kairi trying to sneak up to her room without eating or feeding Pluto first,” said Dorothy.

“And this is exactly how you found the room when you discovered they were gone?” Riku asked.

“Yes. I had just finished cooking breakfast for her and myself. She and Pluto hadn’t come down yet and I thought they may have just overslept. I went to wake them and found they were gone,” said Dorothy.

“Then we showed up and she told us to go get you, Riku,” said Tidus.

“I thought if anyone had any idea of what might’ve happened to them, it would be you or someone else in your Keyblade group,” said Dorothy.

“Well, if you ask me, it’s pretty obvious what happened. It looks like somebody or something came in and kidnapped them,” said Wakka.

A fearful look came to Dorothy’s face. “Oh, Riku. You don’t think that’s what happened, do you?”

“Yeah. What if it was those Heartless or Nobody things you told us about?” asked Selphie wearing an equally frightened expression.

Riku thought for a second. While they hadn’t seen any sign of the Heartless, Nobodies or any of their other enemies since Xehanort’s defeat, they couldn’t rule out an eventual reappearance from them. Kidnapping Kairi, who was both a Princess of Heart and a Keyblade Wielder, would definitely fit their modus operandi.

Still, throughout the adventures he shared with the others, he had learned that nothing was ever what it seemed to be at first glance. As he gazed around Kairi’s room, he saw plenty of evidence preventing him from blaming any of their foes for her disappearance.

Naminè shared his train of thought. “I don’t think they were kidnapped at all.”

“How can you say that? The window’s wide open and the place is a mess,” said Wakka gesturing to the window.

“Yeah, if that doesn’t point to something coming in and taking them, I don’t know what does,” said Tidus.

“If something did come in to try and abduct Kairi, I think the mess would be a lot larger. Even if she and Pluto lost, they would have put up a fight. And if a fight did happen, you and the mayor would’ve heard it, Dorothy,” said Riku as Dorothy nodded in agreement.

“Maybe she didn’t even get a chance to fight. Maybe they got her by surprise,” said Tidus.

‘Wouldn’t be the first time,’ thought Riku as he recalled what Roxas, Axel and Xion told him about how Xemnas grabbed her during the Keyblade War.

“But look at Kairi’s bed,” said Naminè as she pointed to the bed. “I doubt that if she was snatched from it in the middle of the night, the kidnapper wouldn’t take the time to make it.”

“Also, you guys don’t know Pluto like we do. He would’ve sensed an intruder no matter how sound asleep he was and woke her up,” said Riku

“But what about all this stuff all over the floor? How do you explain that?” asked Wakka.

“Now that I think about it, Wakka, it really isn’t much of a mess. Not one caused by a fight, at least. It actually looks more like all this stuff was just blown around by the wind through the window,” said Tidus.

“That actually makes sense, Tidus. And the window only opens from the inside, so someone would’ve had to break it to get in,” said Dorothy.

“And breaking and entering isn’t really what any of our foes do. Especially Heartless and Nobodies, who can just pop in wherever they want. They wouldn’t need to use the window at all,” said Riku.

“So, if there’s nothing to indicate Kairi was kidnapped, then there’s really only one possible answer: she and Pluto left in the middle of the night on their own,” said Naminè.

“That would explain the made-up bed! Kairi’s always been in the habit of making her bed. She even did it at our sleepovers,” said Selphie.

“But why would she just leave like that without telling anyone?” asked Dorothy.

Riku and Naminè hung their heads. They both had a pretty good idea of why Kairi had left so suddenly.

“She must’ve have gone to look for Sora,” said Riku.

“And she didn’t tell anyone because she probably thought someone would stop her,” said Naminè.

Dorothy looked like she was about to start crying again. “I knew she’s been upset all month since you all had that fight. She was even more saddened last night when she told me she couldn’t even write her monthly letter to Sora.”

Dorothy’s last statement sent a shock through Riku and Naminè. As far as they knew, words had never failed Kairi when it came to writing her letters to Sora. The idea of her being unable to write one was unthinkable.

“I knew it was the last thing she wanted to hear, but I even implied that she was starting to accept that he was gone. That probably made things worse and caused her to run away,” said Dorothy as she began to sob.

Riku placed his hand on Dorothy’s shoulder. It was all he could do from breaking down himself.

‘Don’t blame yourself, Dorothy. You’re not the one who’s to blame for this.’

“Hold up, everyone. There’s still something that doesn’t make sense about this whole thing,” said Tidus.

“And that is?” asked Naminè.

“You said Kairi’s been upset all month since that fight. But if she wanted to find Sora, why would she leave now of all times?” asked Tidus.

“That’s right. I mean, if I were her, I would’ve taken off looking for him right after the fight,” said Wakka.

“As mad as Kairi was at us, even she had no idea where to start looking,” said Naminè.

“So, what could’ve happened between yesterday evening and this morning that caused her to leave?” asked Riku.

“And there’s another thing that doesn’t make sense. If Kairi really did leave to find Sora, how was she going to leave the Islands and get to the other worlds?” asked Naminè.

“Couldn’t she use that ship of yours? What was it called? The Gumbo Ship?” asked Wakka.

“Gummi Ship. And she didn’t take it. When I came here earlier from Radiant Garden in my own ship, I noticed the one belonging to Kairi and Riku was still parked in orbit,” said Naminè.

“And even if she did take it, there’s no way she could use it to get to the other worlds because she doesn’t know how to open up the Gates,” said Riku.

“But hasn’t she’s gone to the other worlds on her own before? I mean, she did come back by herself after you guys fought a month ago,” asked Dorothy.

“That may be true. But after Xehanort was defeated, Riku and the other Wielders closed up most of the Gates between worlds that Sora opened. The only worlds that are still connected are Disney Castle, Radiant Garden, Twilight Town, the Land of Departure, and the Mysterious Tower. And with the way Kairi’s been avoiding us and the rest of the Guardians, I don’t think she’d start any search for Sora in any of those worlds,” said Naminè.

“So, we still don’t know the why or the how she left,” said Tidus.

“Guys! Look here! I found something!” exclaimed Selphie.

They all turned toward Selphie who was standing on the other side of Kairi’s bed. She was holding a folded piece of paper in her hand.

“I found this beside the bed. It must’ve been blown there by the wind from the window. Maybe this’ll have the answers we need.”

“What is that?” asked Riku.

“It must be a letter from Kairi,” said Selphie showing the front of the paper. On it, in Kairi’s handwriting, were the words, ‘Mom and Dad’.

Dorothy rushed over to Selphie and took the note. Everyone gathered around her as she unfolded it and read it aloud.

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Dear Mom and Dad,

First of all, I’d to say that I am really sorry for just leaving in the middle of the night. You have both been the most wonderful parents I’ve ever known, and it pains me to know that I am hurting you like this.

But I couldn’t risk you or anyone else trying to stop me from doing what I know I have to do.

Anyway, last night, I was visited in my dreams by a mysterious woman. She gave me a special talisman that’s supposed to take me a journey through the worlds to ‘where I need to be’.

I can’t say that I completely understand it myself and I know it will be hard for you to believe. All I know is that my heart is telling me that this woman can be trusted, and this talisman must be the key to finding Sora.

So that is why I left. I don’t know how long it will be until I return. But I promise you that I will do all that I can to make sure that both Sora and I come home safely for good.

Love, now and always,

Your daughter Kairi

P.S.: I’ve sent Pluto to Riku’s house. He should be able to get him back home to Disney Castle, so you don’t have to worry about taking care of him.

P.P.S.: If Riku or any of the others ask about me, just tell them that we’ll have plenty to talk about when I return with Sora.

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After Dorothy had finished reading the note, everyone stood in silence and reflected on what they had heard. Though Kairi’s note had provided some kind of answer to their questions, it did not make them feel any better. If anything, it had only raised more questions and increased their worry.

“What do we do now? How are we going to find her?” asked Dorothy.

“I don’t know. But what we need to do now is call Mickey and everyone else and have them meet us at Yen Sid’s tower. Maybe then we can make a plan to find her. Dorothy, can we take that letter with us? I think everyone should hear what it says,” said Riku.

“Yes, of course,” said Dorothy as she handed Riku the note.

“And before we do anything else, we’ll come back here and tell you and the mayor what our plan is,” said Naminè. ‘We really ought to have provided Gummi Phones for Kairi’s parents as well as Sora’s and Riku’s.’

“Thank you. I haven’t let Parker know what’s happened yet since he’s currently on the north side of the island. But I’ll give him a call and he’ll probably rush right home. Hopefully, I can calm him down by the time you return,” said Dorothy.

“Really hope you can. I wouldn’t want to be here when the mayor finds out about this,” said Wakka with Selphie and Tidus nodding in agreement.

‘Wakka’s right. Aside from Sora’s parents, Kairi’s dad probably took the story of what happened during the Keyblade War the hardest. I can’t blame him since he had to hear that his daughter was killed,’ thought Riku.

“Come on, Naminè. We’ve got some calls to make. We’ll be back as soon as we can, Dorothy,” said Riku as he and Naminè rushed out of the room and downstairs toward the front door.

‘Oh Kairi. What have you done? Where did you go?’ thought Riku

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The Mysterious Tower, Present Time

As Riku and Naminè finished their tale, everyone stood in silence. Mixed emotions travelled across their faces as they comprehended what they had learned.

Goofy scratched his head in thought. “Gawrsh, Your Majesty. Do ya think that Kairi’s onto somethin’?”

“I don’t know, Goofy. I think we’d all like to believe that after all this time, she’s found what we’ve been hoping for. But this whole situation leaves me wondering about so many things,” said Mickey.

“Yeah. Like who is this mystery woman who visited Kairi in her dreams? And what exactly is this talisman she’s using?” asked Chirithy.

“Doesn’t it sound anything you’ve heard of before, Chirithy?” asked Ven.

“No. As far as I know, there is no way to save Sora without paying the same price he did.”

‘And Sora would never want to be brought back at the cost of any one of us,’ thought Riku.

“Master Yen Sid, have you ever heard of something like this?” asked Aqua.

“I am afraid not, Master Aqua. If Kairi had come to us with her talisman before she left, we may have been able to verify if its capability to save Sora was authentic,” said the sorcerer.

“Maybe it really is. Kairi wouldn’t have gone if she didn’t truly believe in her heart that it was the real thing,” said Xion.

“But remember, Xion, from what Riku’s told us, Kairi hasn’t been in the most reasonable frame of mind this last month,” said Terra.

“Terra’s right. Chances are, Kairi might be walking into a trap,” said Axel.

“What makes you think that, Axel?” asked Roxas.

“Think about it, guys. A way to bring Sora back is practically the perfect bait for Kairi especially since she’s been so upset about him lately. She’d snatch that bait up without a second thought. I’m sure a few people who’ve been in the same boat before would agree.”

Everyone once again stood in silence as they contemplated what they had just heard. While it was true many of them had fallen prey to villainous manipulations before, part of them were also hoping, in various degrees, that Sora’s return was now a possibility.

It was quite a conundrum. Was Kairi really on her way to bringing Sora back? Or was she being lured into a trap by some unknown adversary?

Yen Sid stroked his beard for a few moments before he finally piped up. “Regardless of either possibility, I believe it is essential that we locate Kairi as soon as possible. As one of the Princesses of Heart, she is a major target for the forces of darkness.”

“But how are we going to find her? We have no idea to which world she may have gone,” said Donald.

“At least Pluto’s with her. Her note may have said she intended to send him home through Riku. But knowing my pal, he probably stuck with her. He’s so fond of her that he’d never let her go without him,” said Mickey.

“Pluto! Mickey, is there anyway to track him? Because if we can find him, we can find Kairi!” exclaimed Xion.

In response to Xion’s question, Mickey shook his head. “Sorry, Xion. Pluto doesn’t have anything like that. I never thought such a thing was necessary.”

Axel threw up his hands in frustration. “This is just dandy. There’s near infinite worlds out there and they could be anywhere. For all we know, they may not even be in the Realm of Light anymore.”

“Now, Axel, let’s not assume the worst just yet. I actually have an idea of what we can do to try and find them,” said Aqua.

“What do you propose, Master Aqua?” asked Yen Sid.

“I think we should check in on the other Princesses of Heart. If something strange is happening in their worlds or if they have vanished as well, it might lead us to a clue on how to find Kairi and Pluto,” said Aqua.

“But Aqua, other than Kairi, we only know the identities and locations of three of the new Princesses. The other three are still unknown to us,” said Mickey.

“I understand that, Mickey. But the worlds of the new Princesses aren’t the only ones we should investigate,” said Aqua.

“I don’t follow,” said Axel.

“Of the previous seven, Kairi is the only one who has kept her power. This may be a longshot but if Kairi was being lured by someone who wanted to gather all seven, maybe they aren’t aware that the others’ powers have been passed on,” said Aqua.

“That’s right. Even Sora, Donald and I weren’t aware of that until Marluxia told us Rapunzel was one of the new ones,” said Goofy.

“Like I said, it is a longshot. But I think it’s the best we’ve got right now,” said Aqua.

“A longshot’s better than nothing,” said Roxas.

“So, if we’re going to check on the Princesses of Heart, both the previous and current ones, the question now is who’s going where?” asked Riku.

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Much later, after the meeting had concluded and their travel plans finalized, Riku stood outside the Mysterious Tower by himself. Everyone else had already departed to where they were meant to go. Right now, he was waiting for Naminè.

‘I wonder what Master Yen Sid wanted to speak to her about,’ he thought just as the doors opened and Naminè stepped out.

“Is everything okay? What did he want to tell you?”

Naminè looked hesitant to answer. Finally, she said, “He wants me to stick with you when you go searching for Kairi.”

Riku’s jaw dropped in surprise. “What?! B-but, Naminè, it could be dangerous. You’re the only one of us who doesn’t have a Keyblade or any kind of fighting techniques.”

‘Besides, when my Replica sacrificed his chance to have a new vessel for you, I vowed that I would keep you safe for him. And I want to actually keep a promise I made.’

“I know that, Riku. But Yen Sid doesn’t think you should be alone right now, and I agree with him. And since Mickey’s not going to be with you this time, someone’s got to keep you on the road to dawn,” said Naminè.

Riku thought about what she said. ‘She’s right. With Sora gone and Kairi missing now, there could be a big risk of me slipping back into darkness.’

“And if we do run into trouble, I know I can count you to keep me safe,” said Naminè offering a comforting smile to her friend.

Riku tried to return the smile. But he still felt uneasy about the whole thing. “I don’t really have a choice here, do I?”

Naminè shook her head. “Nope. I’m afraid you don’t.”

Riku sighed in resignation. “Fine. But don’t you go doing anything reckless while we’re out there.”

“I won’t. I may not have been to many other worlds. But I have seen Sora’s memories of them, so I’ve got a pretty good idea of the kind of dangers they have to offer.”

“Then let’s head back to the Islands so we can tell Kairi’s parents what we’re going to do,” said Riku as he headed in the direction of where the Gummi Ship was parked.

Naminè was about to follow when out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something standing near the edge of the tower. It was Chirithy and it was waving to her as if it wanted her to come over.

“Um, why don’t you go ahead and get the Gummi Ship ready to go? I just realized there was something I meant to ask Master Yen Sid about but forgot.”

“Okay. I’ll wait for you in it,” said Riku as he headed off.

Once Riku was a good distance away, Naminè quickly walked to where Chirithy was. After going around the side of the tower, she gazed down at the Dream Eater.

“Better make this fast, Chirithy or Riku’s going to get suspicious,” said Naminè.

“So, I’m guessing you haven’t told him what you’ve been up to lately with Ven, Roxas, and Xion?” asked Chirithy.

Naminè shook her head. “No. I was planning on telling both him and Kairi if we succeeded in mending things with her this morning.”

“Did you ever think that maybe if we had told them sooner about your project, we might have avoided this?” asked the Dream Eater.

“Maybe. But you know why we weren’t going to tell them until we had something definite.”

Chirithy sighed. “Yes. We didn’t want to get their hopes up in case it turned out to be another dead end.”

“Right. I only decided to tell them today because I thought it might persuade Kairi to fix things with some of the rest of them.”

“But are you going to tell Riku about it now?”

“I don’t think it’s a good time for it. Not with Kairi missing. But we can deal with this later. We’ve got some worlds to check out.”

“All right. I’ll pop in on the others and let them know we’re still keeping it a secret for now,” said Chirithy as it vanished while Naminè turned around and headed to where Riku had gone.

‘Kairi, I wish you hadn’t just left like that. But I do hope that, wherever you and Pluto are, you’re safe and whatever came to you last night will give you better luck in finding Sora than what I was trying to do.’

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Onto the next chapter!

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So, uh, a while back you wrote a thing for Magizoologist!Graves and Head of Magical Security!Newt. I found the Newt piece, but did you ever write the one for Graves?

Nonnie, I did not. Very remiss of me. We shall rectify; in part one, we had Newt Scamander, Head of Security at MACUSA - now let’s bring on part two and introduce Percival Graves the Magizoologist.

How, you might ask.

Percival Graves of the boss-man suits, the judging eyebrows that judge without shame, the complete lack of chill and the vocabulary that is primarily swear words - that’s the Graves we’re going with, and we’re asking him to abandon his promising career as an auror in favour of playing Mummy to a host of, of assorted highly illegal most likely viciously poisonous things.

Graves does not have the background that would suit a magizoologist. His entire resume can be summed up by: grew up with two dogs, once managed to redirect a sparrow outside after it had got stuck in the office.

So. How does he become a magizoologist?

By accident.

Newt joins MACUSA in the early days of 1919 and, although he doesn’t cross paths with Graves, his mere presence has an impact. Newt takes the spot on the Criminal Investigations team that Graves was angling for but that’s fine, that’s ok. At least two of the of the other teams are interested in the promising new recruit and have offered jobs to the latest heir of the Graves’ vaunted line.

Three teams, if you count the Traffic team, but Graves does not count the Traffic team, so. Two other teams. Special Ops try and tempt him with a frankly ridiculous wage packet to join their diplomatic missions, and let’s face it, Graves is tempted. International diplomacy is what makes and shapes the world, and America might be newer on the scene than some of the other magical nations but the Graves name will still carry some weight. He could do a lot of good. He could also royally fuck up and cause the next world war, because maybe his however-many generations back ancestor was good with words but Graves himself finds punching things a much better solution. With that in mind, he ends up in the Defence and Response Corps and, blunt and straightforward as DaRC are, he thrives.

Maybe in another world he’d learn how to talk the talk to back up his walking the walk and be part of the ICW, but in this world his job consists of identifying threat, taking threat down with extreme prejudice and/or explosions, and shielding the fuck out of whatever target he was sent in to protect. Nothing gets passed his shields. They’re multi-layered frequency-shifted beauties and they earn him the nickname Gravestone for how immovable he becomes once he plants himself, and in four years of working with DaRC he never once loses a target. Not once.

In his fifth year, his target is a short, scrappy woman beset by a pack of Black Dogs. The malevolent ghosts come out at night, baying their omens of death and plaguing the people of the town - three children have already vanished, stolen, most likely, by the evil creatures. The woman is running her magic dry trying to keep them away, and though she’s reluctant to call in DaRC she fears she has no choice if she wants to survive.

That’s how she puts it, at least. Graves turns up, and something sits wrong with him, but - well, he’s not with Criminal Investigations. He’s with Defence. He digs in, builds his shields, and waits for nightfall. The sun sinks, the temperature drops, and he turns his lumos down low to preserve his night vision. The thermos of coffee in his pack has a careful combination of warming charms and space-distortion, and it holds enough to keep him going for several nights in a row, but - if the dragon-fire flares do their job - he’ll only need it for one. He waits. Occasionally the woman peers suspiciously from her window or opens the door to check on him under the thin guise of offering him tea. Once she starts singing loudly, off-key, to a song she doesn’t know the words to. There’s a thump, a hissed shut up, one more line of the song and then silence.

Roughly twenty minutes after midnight, the Black Dogs arrive. The pack is a dozen strong, maybe more, and under the grey moonlight they look pallid and sickly. Their fur is tattered, their eyes glowing baleful red; one of them has bleeding stumps in place of its ears, another flickers between ghost and corporeal, a third has too much skin for its bones and the folds make it misshapen and grotesque. Graves raises his wand and lets one hand hover over his flares, but though they circle him, they don’t attack.

Inside the house, a soft whimper. A hissed reprimand. A slap, and a stifled gasp of pain.

The Black Dogs hover just out of reach, their crouched forms as tall as Graves at the shoulder, their pupil-less stares heavy and expectant. They’re all here. All within reach, and he isn’t going to get a better shot. If he were doing his job, he’d burn the pack now and be done with it.

“Miss Glover,” he says into the charmed pin on the collar of his coat. “Remind me again why the dogs are targeting you?”

Her voice crackles back, high and angry. “They’re evil! Dark creatures, foul children-snatchers - they don’t need a reason!”

He hums, considering. They still haven’t attacked. “Some people say they protect children,” he says lightly. “Watch over them in the night, warn them away from danger. Guide them home when they get lost.”

There is a pause. The dogs are so still they barely move. Graves keeps his grip light on his wand and doesn’t breathe.

The spell she fires at his back is not unexpected and he twists easily to dodge it. The child standing behind her, eyes blank as he holds a jagged knife to his own throat, that Graves’ hadn’t predicted. He curses himself and stops his own spell before he fires it.

“I’ll kill him,” Glover says. “You think - you even think of firing, and I’ll tell him to do it.”

“The Imperius curse is illegal,” Graves grits out. “Under section 7 part C - “

She spits a hex at him and he dodges again, not daring to risk using his wand to deflect. “Go fuck yourself,” she snarls. “The law doesn’t protect no-majs, does it? I’ve done nothing wrong.” Graves’ mind races because that, that really doesn’t sound right, but he doesn’t know for sure, in this universe he hasn’t studied the laws enough to know, and if she’s right - if she’s right then legally, there’s not a damn thing he can do to her. MACUSA protects magicals. If the children aren’t magical he can’t act to protect them. That sounds bullshit, but the law says is a solid block he’s coming up against, and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

She gestures impatiently at the silent, watchful dogs. “Well?” she prompts. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

Graves hesitates, but eventually lifts his wand slowly, hands outstretched to show her what he’s doing. “I need my spells,” he says cautiously, carefully not looking at the child-hostage in the doorway. Glover waves a negligent hand at him and he grits his teeth, thinks fuck it and resettles his wand in his grip, raises his magic in preparation for the spell -

and brings his shields crashing down.

The Black Dogs move as one. Graves dives for the kid, grabbing the blade and ripping it away. Behind him, Glover shrieks, firing one, two, three spells at the pack, but outside the protection of her house and wards she’s no match for them. She doesn’t fire a fourth spell.

When it’s done, the dogs paw at the doorstep, whining and plaintive until Graves goes in. He finds the other two children in the upstairs bathroom, huddled behind the shower curtain and armed with a half-empty bottle of shampoo. They cry when they see him, and cling to him, the girl in stoical silence, the boy asking again and again to go home. Graves carries them both downstairs to where the other boy is waiting, shell-shocked, on the front step, and when they won’t let go of him he carries them to their respective homes.

The dogs follow him every step. The no-majs don’t see them, of course, which is probably for the best - at least four of the dogs stayed with the kids, two with the first boy and one each with the children from the bathroom, circling the house like particularly ominous guard dogs. Graves doesn’t know what Glover wanted with the kids, what she used them for - he probably should have obliviated them just in case, but it’s unwise to obliviate wizards soon after traumatic experiences and he sees no reason why it would be different for no-majs.

When he gets back to the house he’s down to three dogs following him, and the witch - her corpse? - is gone. He pointedly doesn’t acknowledge his shadows, just checks the perimeter, shuts the front door, and apparates out.

He has the following morning off (he always does after working nights) and he uses it to pull the auror-issue law books from underneath the wonky table they’re propping up. By midday, he’s discovered that Glover was right; the law sees nothing wrong with kidnapping no-maj children and keeping them trapped in your upstairs bathroom. By two in the afternoon, he’s tracked down the precedence and the sub-clauses that make it legal to use the imperious curse on no-majs, so long as the statute of secrecy is upheld. By four, he’s several hours late for work, and is eighty percent certain that he could be prosecuted for murder and the use of dark creatures as a lethal weapon. DaRC will have to send out a second team, a full hit team to cleanse the area of the Black Dogs, Graves’ career is in ruins - if not his life, if Glover has enough family to push for his prosecution, and this whole being an auror to protect people schtick is sounding far more naive than it did this time yesterday.

By six, he’s packed what he wants from his cramped auror flat; by eight, he’s left his badge on the table and psyched himself up to walk out the door.

There are three dogs waiting for him when he steps out onto the street, each one as tall as he is with glowing, pupil-less eyes. The no-majs walk through them as though they aren’t even there.

“What, am I a kidnapped child now?” Graves jokes, but even to his own ears it falls flat. His entire life is packed into a worn leather backpack and a standard-issue field belt with three night’s supply of hot coffee in one of the many enlarged pouches. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or what he’s doing, and he’s pretty sure he’s majorly fucked up. More than fucked up. He’s a murderer on the run in league with demonic ghost dogs. Fucked up doesn’t even begin to cover it.

The largest of the three dogs, thin and bony with a whip-like tail, turns to walk down the street. The other two follow, one on either side of Graves, their bodies surprisingly warm as they press him along. Graves only goes because he doesn’t have anywhere else to be. Because, right at that moment, he’s a little bit scared and a little bit disbelieving and a whole lot lost.

And, you know, Black Dogs are good at leading lost souls home.

(the first place they lead him is a construction site with a snallygaster chained behind the piles of steel girders, and Graves isn’t sure how the snallygaster ended up following him after he freed it but it did)

(the second place is a garden beset by knarls, and they move into one of the pouches on the utility belt which Graves really wishes they hadn’t done, but they’re there now and they don’t seem to be moving out)

(the third place is the sea, no creatures, no-one to save, just the empty beach and the open sea and Graves sits curled against the dog he’s called Sadie with the dog he’s called Spot sprawled over his feet while Snally the snallygaster plays with the waves and Knarls Ay Cee and Dee start digging in the sand. He lifts up Knarl Bee from where she’s curled, prickly side out, in his lap and it’s been a month, now, since the dogs led him away from New York.

“I,” he tells her, “am clearly insane.” She waves tiny clawed feet at him and wriggles her quills into all the sensitive parts of his palm. He nods in agreement. “That too, but mostly insane.”

Bee sneezes, and that settles it. If she’s staying, then the pouch is clearly an insufficient home for her - today a cold, who knows what she could catch tomorrow? Graves has spent most nights so far sleeping under his jacket with a shielding charm pulled over him, what kind of home life is this for a growing Knarl? He might not have Newt’s flare for fitting pocket dimensions into a suitcase but what he does have is a great deal of experience expanding his coffee thermos to unreasonable sizes and a handy field belt with a handily unspecified number of pouches on it. They’re meant for ammunition and flares and the odd potions vial, but they’ll do well enough. By the time the sun rises and his dogs fade into ghost-fog for the day he’s made enough space on his belt to carry half the population of Manhattan around with him, Snally has haughtily demanded trees in his pouch, and Bee has progressed to nesting in his hair and sticking quills in his ear whenever he moves his head too vigorously.

Graves might not know enough about magical creatures to know if this normal behaviour but it makes her happy, so why not.

He should probably learn about magical creatures though. Seeing as, you know, he appears to be collecting them.

Maybe.)

#percival graves #magizoologist!graves #reverse!au #fun fact #the knarls were originally One Two Three and Four #then I remembered that that's what the /crups/ were called #so now they're Ay Bee Cee and Dee #and let's pretend that it's Graves that has the naming abilities of a preschooler rather than me #my writing #Nonnie

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smileyjaeminies · 4 years

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Τhe athlete with the cute eye smile

Synopsis: Trials and tribulations follow high school life as it seems. Jeno is troubled and anxious regarding his upcoming game. With the stakes getting higher and higher, how will you all cope?

Word Count: 3,9k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang

A/N: I re-wrote this climax three times… I just hope I chose the right one. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. I’m looking forward to 2020… Are you?

~Series Masterlist~

In the weeks that followed, you managed to piece together bits and pieces about Renjun’s story. You never got a whole explanation and honestly you didn’t need one. You just wished you could help him feel better.

Finally in sync, you and the boys managed to forge a shield of protection around Renjun. He wouldn’t say, as he didn’t have to, but he was surrounded by people that clearly cared about him and that was enough.

As time passed, your relationship with the boys only grew. Time spent together was always time well spent. Yangyang and Jeno knew how to make you laugh like no other, Jaemin made you feel like the baddest bitch and Renjun was the only one you could spend hours of silence with. Even Donghyuck seemed to finally be able to stand you, his witty remarks only making you laugh instead of getting angry.

Elena would join you sometimes, as you followed each of their schedules. She and Renjun would paint together, or she would join you on the bleachers as you cheered at Jeno’s games. Yangyang was reluctant to have you both on dance practices but he let his guard down after a little convincing.

At the moment you were waiting for Jeno to pick you up from the library. As the only person with a car, he would drop you off home sometimes after a late practice or study session. You had offered countless times to pay for gas money, but he would get angry every time you brought it up, so you learned to just go with it.

Seeing his familiar black car, you walked towards him. You got in the car and shot Jeno a smile. He returned the smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What’s up? Tough practice?” you asked.

Jeno kept his eyes glued at the road and nodded slightly. His expression was very serious and you could tell something was eating at him.

“Can you turn on the radio or something?” he asked.

“Sure” you said, right as a mischievous idea popped up in your head.

Instead of turning on the radio, you connected your phone to the sound system of the car. Searching around Spotify for the perfect song, you finally found it, clicking on it and turning to Jeno, smiling like crazy. You had just stopped at a red light and he turned to you as the first notes of ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’ started playing.

Jeno burst out in laughter as you playfully knocked on the car’s dashboard and sang your heart out to him.

“Go away Y/N!” Jeno said and you sang the rest of the song together.

Driving through the streets of your small town, you finished the song and Jeno’s mood got significantly better.

“Do you have to go home? Can we go get some ice cream first?” Jeno asked.

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to spend more time with Jeno, hopefully help him feel a lot better. You wished you could, but after glancing at the watch on your wrist you realized you were already late.

“Jeno, I can’t. You know how my dad gets… We’ll go tomorrow, okay?” you tried.

“Right. We’ll go tomorrow, after school.” Jeno answered.

“Jen… Tomorrow’s Saturday” you pointed out, as you pulled up in front of your house.

“Right. Saturday. No school. I’ll pick you up at 5?” Jeno offered.

You reached for his jaw and turned him to face you. You searched in his eyes, trying to figure out what was troubling him. He returned your stare and you saw that he was anxious, anxious and tired.

You tried to brush it off, leaning in to give him a hug over the center console and a light kiss on his cheek.

“Tomorrow, 5 o’clock. Don’t be late Lee Jeno” you said, getting out of the car and into your house.

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Later that night, you were face timing Elena and talking about your day. When she offered to come binge watch Stranger Things with you next afternoon, you had to decline.

“So is it like a date?” Elena asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, Elena, it’s not like a date” you said. “We’re just going out”

“Going out it is then. I see” Elena answered.

“You are impossible, you know that?” you asked.

“Definitely. I like to think that it’s my charm” your best friend answered.

You scoffed. “Sure it is” you mumbled to yourself.

“Babe, I gotta go, we’ll talk tomorrow” you told her.

After a few quick words, you ended the call.

Lying in your bed, you chased after Morpheus, but sleep was unwelcome to you that night. You tossed and turned as Elena’s teasing tone made you more and more anxious. Surely, you had gone on many one on one “dates” with the boys, Jeno included. So what about this one proved to be so different?

Answers lied just out of your reach and it was so weird for you to be stressing over this. Jeno of all people. Jeno, who made you feel welcome since the first time you really talked to him at the club. Jeno, who always wanted to find reasons to make you smile. Jeno, who hated the thought of you walking alone at night and went out of his way to drop you off home.

You were confused and stressed. You looked at your ceiling, desperately trying to put your thoughts in order. Your phone buzzed softly on your bedside table, making you jump. The screen blared its light as it took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust.

The name on your screen made your heart beat faster.

Jeno-jam

I can’t sleep

You

I can’t either

Jeno-jam

Shit, did I wake you up?

You

No, Jeno, I just told you I can’t sleep

“Idiot” you muttered under your breath.

Jeno-jam

Just, try to get some sleep, okay? It’s real late.

You

You’re awake too

Jeno-jam

Touché.

If I promise to sleep, will you?

You

… Maybe

Jeno-jam

Goodnight, Y/N

You

Sleep well Jeno

You locked your phone and placed it back on your nightstand. You got comfortable under your covers and finally, Morpheus’s arms were there to greet you.

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The next morning, you were finally feeling calm and collected. You sat down, got some homework done, you went to your dance practice and your whole day flowed as usual. After grabbing lunch with some of your friends, it was time to head back home.

After taking a much needed shower, you got ready for your outing with Jeno. Nerves starting kicking in as the clock got closer and closer to 5. The well-known ‘ding’ of your phone made you jump as you read Jeno’s message. After bidding a quick good-bye to your parents, you walked out of the door and into Jeno’s car.

This time, Jeno’s mood was significantly better. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, Jeno turned his head and you ended up kissing the corner of his mouth.

You both flushed at the contact, but Jeno managed to compose himself as you rested back on your seat and buckled your seatbelt.

“So… Timmy’s?” Jeno offered, naming one of your favorite ice cream parlors.

“You know it!” you confirmed, smiling back at him and brushing of the awkward moment.

Jeno turned on the radio and you shuffled through the stations, trying to find something that clicked. Miraculously, you stumbled upon Billie Eilish’s ‘Bad Guy’.

“I love this song!” you and Jeno said at the same time as you sang and danced.

You quickly arrived at your destination, both shuffling out of the car. You reached the small shop and Jeno kindly opened the door for you.

“What a gentleman!” you teased.

“Oh, shut up” he said, pushing you in front of the display.

Your eyes lit up, looking at the variety of flavors before you. You were completely overwhelmed and all the choices seemed delicious.

“You go first, I need to think this through!” you told Jeno and he smiled.

“I’ll take strawberry, thank you” Jeno politely ordered.

You looked at him, bewildered. “How can you decide so quickly? And such a plain flavor too! Bleh.”

Jeno laughed and ruffled your hair. You gave him the stink eye but he hardly seemed to notice.

“Nothing can go wrong with strawberry! Strawberry is always a win! Besides, I’m pretty sure I still have the taste buds of a five year old child.” He said.

You quietly hummed at his answer, still pondering your own choice as he paid.

“Okay then, I’ll go with lime please!” you announced to the employee.

“Are you sure about that? It’s pretty strong!” she warned you.

“I’ll take my chances then” you answered smiling at her.

You walked to the cashier, taking out your wallet, but she informed you that Jeno had already paid for your treat. You got your ice cream and headed to where Jeno was sitting, leisurely scooping small bites out of his ice cream.

“That, was not necessary.” You told him sternly.

He only looked back at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes and an easy smile on his lips.

“Fine. FINE.” You said as you took a small bite out of your own ice scream. You shuddered at the strong flavor, but enjoyed it all the same.

Easy conversation flowed between you and Jeno as you enjoyed your ice creams. When you both finished, he offered to take a walk at the nearby park and you accepted. A comfortable silence reigned over both of you, but the question of what was eating at him the previous night still lingered in the air. You mustered up all your courage and asked.

“So… Just the tough practice yesterday? Or is there anything else going on?” you asked, testing the waters.

Jeno took a few seconds before he replied. With a big breath, he began.

“To be honest, it’s been a rough couple of practices. Coach is pretty anxious about the game coming up next week. We’re all anxious too, that’s why we keep making mistakes. I just… I’ve been thinking. About basketball, about school, about everything really. And the more that I think, the more nervous I get. Nothing seems quite right and I don’t know how to tell what is. Does that even make sense?”

You also took a few moments before answering. You tried to collect your thoughts to form a truthful answer and one that could help him as well. Jeno led you to a bench at that moment, waiting for your answer. As you both settled in, you turned to look at him before you started talking.

“I get that your coach is stressed and I’m sure he’s just pushing you because he knows you can cope with the long hours and hard work. He believes in you, I’m sure about that, just as he believes in all other players on the team.”

“But if you’re having doubts about basketball that’s okay too. If you think you can find another path that is more fitting than this one, then I’m sure you’ll thrive in that as well. All it comes down to is doing something you’re passionate about, something you love.”

“I know everything seems iffy right now but… You don’t have to decide. We’re still too young to have our futures all figured out. You have the time to make mistakes, in fact, this is just the time to do it. I know it sounds stupid but… Try not to let it stress you out. Just keep looking and I’m sure the right thing will come up sooner rather than later.” You finished.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, as you saw Jeno taking in your words. Your eyes never left his face, while he never met your stare, only looking ahead.

“Sorry for the speech, I-” you started, but he cut you off.

“No, don’t apologize. It was perfect. I don’t know how you do it.” He said.

“Do what?” you asked.

“Always know the right thing to say. Honestly, it must be magic or something” he replied.

“It’s not… I’m just doing my best.” You said.

“Come here” he said, opening up his arms.

You shuffled next to him, burying your face in his shoulder as he squeezed you to his side.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while, ‘kay?” he asked and you nodded.

A comfortable silence enveloped you, but you could hear the gears in Jeno’s mid turning. After a while he spoke up.

“You’ll come at the game next week? For good luck?” he asked and turned you to look at him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You answered and he graced you with a smile that finally reached his eyes.

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The days passed quickly and before even Jeno himself knew it, his big day had arrived. After wrapping up your classes, you raced back home as to get back in record time to wish Jeno good luck before the game.

As you ran into the basketball court, your phone rang in your back pocket. Seeing Jeno’s name pop up on your screen, you couldn’t help but smile as you accepted the call.

“I’m walking towards the locker room right now” You said, skipping the pleasantries.

“Good” he answered and hang up immediately.

You saw him walk out of the locker room and you jumped into his extended arms without a second thought. He held you close and spun you around as you laughed into his shoulder.

“I’m terrified. If I freeze out there, it’s going to be so embarrassing.” He told you.

“I see the escape route, you want to get out of here?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head without a second thought. You knew he wouldn’t leave, but your heart swelled with pride to see him so determined.

“I have to do this. And I will. Right?” he asked, uncertainty clear in his voice.

“Right.” You answered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He beamed back at you, eye smile and all and you couldn’t help but hug him again.

“You better get going, I think we only have a couple of minutes left” he said into your hair, without breaking the hug.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you out there” you said finally, walking back into the court.

Your eyes skimmed the bleachers, looking for your friends. At last you saw both Renjun and Jaemin, waving their arms at you like those inflatable things on gas stations. You laughed and shook your head while making your way to them through the crowd.

“I saved you a seat right next to me!” Jaemin announced proudly.

“Nice to see you too, Nana” you said, hugging him and then Renjun.

“Oh good, the princess is here” you heard Donghyuck mumble.

You did your best to brush it off, pretend you didn’t hear it. You greeted him, but he only nodded as a reply.

“Where’s Yangyang?” you asked.

You were surprised to hear Donghyuck’s voice reply.

“He’s running some errands with his mom, couldn’t help it. He’s going to be here though. He always is.” He said with certainty.

Well that was a side of Donghyuck you didn’t get to witness very often, one he kept saved only for his loved ones. You know this was the real him, deep down just a person with so much love to give but too awkward to know how to give it.

“I have a good feeling about this” you mumbled to no one in particular.

Donghyuck turned to look at you and nodded. Even if you didn’t get along well, you were unified in these moments, because Jeno needed you, all of you.

And before you knew it, the referee called for everyone to be seated as the two teams emerged from the locker rooms. Again, you were all on your feet, Jaemin working the hardest to catch Jeno’s attention. Finally successful, Jeno looked at all of you as you waved and clapped, showing a shy smile.

The game began. Basketball was never really your thing, you were more of a volleyball girl yourself, but as you watched both teams fight for dominance on the court, you were amazed by their skills and passion. At the end of the first half, the other team sadly had the advantage by 10 points.

Just as the game was about to resume, Yangyang called Renjun to help him find their seats.

“I’m gonna go get him, the idiot never learnt left and right” Renjun announced and walked off.

Renjun came back in record time, Yangyang not far behind him but clearly out of breath. All of you mumbled your hellos but none of you could really avert your gaze from the game before you. Just as Yangyang sat down, the opposing time scored another three points and everyone grunted in dismay.

“Things aren’t looking so good are they?” Yangyang asked and all of you shook your heads grimly.

“Come on, Jeno” Jaemin mumbled under his breath.

As if Jeno miraculously heard him, he dribbled the ball surely, passing by one of his opponents and shooting from the three point range. The ball hit the basket, wavered a little and finally went in.

Jeno looked shocked at himself, as it was the first three points his team had shot in the second half, and the bleachers went crazy. Everyone was screaming and cheering, including you.

Jeno turned to look at the bleachers to find everyone smiling brightly at him. That was the only fuel he needed to push forward.

The second half passed by in a blur as your school’s team seemed to move in complete coordination. They hardly made mistakes and the other team seemed threatened. The second half ended with your team winning by 3 points.

For the third half, everyone was sitting on the edge of their seats. The players we getting tired, but there was no stopping now. With new found determination, both teams stepped back on the court. It was a full blown battle. As one team scored, the other did its absolute best to retaliate. You could feel everyone’s nerves around you as the clock ticked the seconds away.

With another three points from one of Jeno’s teammates, the game ended and the crowd erupted in cheers. The two teams we still shaking hands when Donghyuck pushed past you and raced towards to court. The rest of the boys followed his lead, but you stayed behind.

In the time you had been talking with the boys, you had learnt to discern their “boys” time and time spent together with you. They were, after all, friends long before you came along; it was to be expected that they wanted to spend time just them five. This, was one of those times.

You watched from the sidelines as Donghyuck flung himself on a sweaty Jeno, keeping him close as he congratulated him. Jaemin pushed Donghyuck playfully, hugging Jeno as Renjun and Yangyang were blubbering away. Donghyuck was talking animatedly with his hands and Jeno was smiling so bright, it made your heart melt.

The crowd had mostly dispersed as you made your way through the court. The boys were walking out, probably expecting to find you outside as you made your way to the hallway that lead to the locker rooms. Jeno noticed you and made his way to you, beaming like a spotlight. Enveloping you in a hug, you laughed at how tight he was holding you.

“You did it, you were so good, you did it Jeno” you repeated in a low voice.

Jeno pushed you back, taking a look at your eyes. You looked at him, both smiling like idiots as he leaned in and kissed you.

You gasped into the kiss, while he held your head in place and connected his lips to your own. You were frozen and you had no idea how to react. He broke apart and you just stood there like an idiot, wondering what was wrong with you

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, omg I’m so sorry. I’m a mess, it’s the adrenaline from the game I-” he said but you cut him off.

“I’m sorry, I… This isn’t what I was thinking” you started.

“It’s not what I was thinking either! I don’t even know why I did that, I’m so sorry.” He repeated.

“Okay, stop apologizing. It was just a kiss okay?” you said.

“Right. Right” he replied.

You were about to speak, when your ringtone cut you off. Your dad was calling you to pick you up. You brought your finger to your mouth as you answered the call and Jeno kept quiet as you told your dad you’d come at the front in a second.

You hang up quickly and turned to Jeno once again. You had so much to say and you felt like no words were right at the moment. You leaned in and hugged him once more.

“I’m so proud of you” you said, and run off.

You avoided the rest of the boys as you ran outside and made it in your dad’s car. His attempt at small-talk was thin, as it had always been between you and your dad. Too late for your own liking, you found yourself back in the safety of your own home. You changed quickly and put your music on full blast. You didn’t want to think. Not right now. Right now, thinking would only drive you crazy.

You danced, sang, jumped and screamed a little before your mom came rushing into your room, screaming at you for almost bringing the whole house down. You took a shower in an attempt to relax and got ready to watch the new episode of one of your favorite shows before going to bed.

As you settled in and readied the episode, your phone dinged with a text. You were not surprised to see Jeno’s name pop up on the screen. Your mind brought back the feeling of his lips on yours, his hand in your hair. You shook off the thought, opening his message anyway.

Jeno-jam

I’m so fucked up. Y/N, honestly, you don’t know how sorry I am. I have no idea why I did that. I had thought of a million excuses but none of them is true. I wasn’t thinking. At all. I don’t want to risk out friendship just because I’m a fucking idiot…

I just don’t want to lose you.

You leaned your head back against the headboard trying to gather your thoughts. Of course this wouldn’t change your friendship with Jeno… Would it?

Jeno was a whirlwind of emotions. He was the soft pain on your stomach from laughing too much, tears falling on your cheeks. He was pecks on the cheek and long hugs. He was excitement and anxiety, he was power and fragility. Jeno was loyal to a fault. Jeno was quick to anger and easy to tease. Jeno was bright and kind, and loving to everyone around him.

You already knew the answer in your heart, before your brain could forward it to your fingers.

You

Jeno, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. ;)

Jeno-jam

Y/N, this isn’t funny.

Oh.

OH.

Okay?

You

I’m watching ‘The Crown’, do not disturb me Lee Jeno or I will have your head

Jeno-jam

Yes ma’am.

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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years

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Get a hint, Red Riot!

The Sunshine couple. Here to get me out of my writer block.

Kirimina week day 7

Free day

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A loud sight came out of UA student Kirishima Eijirou. He, along with his third year clasmates and best friends Bakugou, Kaminari and Sero were in the middle of a Smash Bros competition on Kaminari’s room. The red head was having a good time, but he had just received a message from Mina telling him she wasn’t going to make it. She was stuck with paperwork in her hero office.

“Did something happen, Kiri?” Sero asked him over the sounds of the game and Bakugou cursing.

“Mina said she can’t make it, she stuck on paper duty” He said, his voice deflatled as he got disappointed over the lack of his pink friend.

“OI! Don’t bring the mood down Shitty Hair!” Bakugou shouted at him with his usual gusto. “ You’ll see your pink freak girldfried later!”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair in record time and started rambling and denying. “Mina, she isn’t... we aren’t... I don’t... SHE DOESN’T SEE ME LIKE THAT. She friend-zoned me years ago” He heard the game and the sound of the controlers stop and turned to see his friends giving him stares that varied from dumbfounded to confused. And a frown from Bakugou, though that wasn’t new.

“...what...?”

“Dude, are you seriusly telling me you haven’t noticed how into you she is?” Kaminari asked him rethorically “And how non-subtle she is about it?”

“Okay, that’s crazy” He told the others. “Mina doesn’t feel that way about me”

“You are so dense, man” Sero chuckled at him. “She is been dropping hints for a year and a half”

“WHAT!? NO, She hasn’t... Name one time” Kirishima argued.

His friends all answered at the same time. “Yesterday...”

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“Alright class, we are doing a team exercise today, Pick a partner.”

Mina grabbed Kirishima by the hand and pressed it against her chest, making a pink hue appear in his cheeks. “What you say Ei? Pinky and Red for the win?” She asked with a smirk of confidence.

“Let’s crash this!” He responded with his determined smile.

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“She just wanted a partner for an exercise, that doesn’t mean....”

“...,the day before that...”

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“Eijiro!” Mina shouted as soon as she saw him near the 3A alliance dorms. Once she was close enough, she jumped into his arm. Kirishima caught her, but dropped his hero suitcase with a CLANK. “I was SO worried! The stupid news channel only had videos of you enterring the bunker but non of you coming out.”

She grabbed his face in between her hands and squeezed his cheeks, making him stare into her golden eyes and black escelera. “Next time, when you are okay you send a text. Understood?”

Kirishima nodded and Mina sighted a ‘good’ before letting go of his face and putting her head over his shoulder as she hugged her worries away.

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“So she was worried, big deal. Any friend woul....”

“,the day before before that...”

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“Don’t worry citizen!” Red Riot said as he carried Pinky out of the danger zone of the exercise. “You’ll be out of harms way in no time!”

“Take your time~” Mina said in a dazed and low voice as she drew circles in his right pectoral with her finger. Kirishima, that had had his hero suit shredded thanks to the villain team of the exercise, ignored it.

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“Okay, I don’t know what that was about but...”

“,the day before before before that,...”

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The bell had just rung, stating the begginig of lunch time, and as Kirishima was making his way to the caffeteria, he heard someone calling him.

“Kirishima-senpai! Kirishima-senpai!” Three general studies underclassmen were making their way to him. Once they reached him, they started to bounce in excitment as they complimented him and told how they were his first fan club. Kirishima scrached the back of his head in embarrasment, it was still new to him the whole fan girls situation.

“Could we take a picture with you?” One of them asked as the three girls looked expectantly at him, their eyes somehow growing stars and sparkles in the as they starred up at him.

“Sure” He accepted with a shrug. The three let out a high pitch squeal at that and while one took out their camera phone, the other went to his sides to pose for the picture. Putting their arms around his waist, on his arms and back.

After taking a picture with him alone with each one of the three girls, he took the phone to get a selfie with the four together. Once the camera snapped, he heard someone clear their throats.

“Hey” Mina said with a smile way too big to be real. “What’s going on here?” She forced out a chucke while she kept that fake smile.

“Hey, Mina! This is the Red Riot UA Fan Club.” Kirishima introduced them. “They just wanted a picture”

“Awwww, that’s adorable” Mina said with a baby voice with a bit of a teasing tone, before turning to him and speaking in a sweet and smooth voice. “Anyways, Ei, you can’t afford to waste so much time during lunch. You need all the energy you can get for... later” As she spoke, she slowly wrapped her arms around one of his and placed it so that it was in between her breast. “So, should we go to lunch?~”

“Sure”

“You girls should go to.” Mina said to the girls. “Show all your friends the pictures you have with Red Riot” The three girls shared a look before saying goodbye to the two upper classmen.

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“...And the day before before before before that.”

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“Hey guys!” Midoriya said to the Bakusquad, as they all came back from the mall. Kaminari, Sero and Bakugou in front as Denki charged the other two phones. Kirishima was behind them and giving Mina a piggy-back ride.

She had asked him in the middle of the mall when they were returning and he had accepted to do it for her. Pressing her thighs against his waist, her chest against his back and her hands holding on to his shoulders as he holded her by the back of the thigh, dangerously close to he butt thanks to the shorts she had on.

“Hey Ei, would you take me to my room? I’m kinda tired...” She whispered in his ear in a breathless voice.

“Sure, no problem, Mina” He told her and took her to her room on his back. Once they reached her door. He opened it and dropped her on the bed, She bounced and then laughted as she kicked of her sandals.

“Wanna hang out for a while?” She asked as she looked up to him with her golden eyes and patted the spot on the bed next to her for him to take.

“Sorry Mina, but I got a lot of homework piled up that needs to be done. Maybe later” And without another word, the red head left the room with a content smile on his face for helping his friend.

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“...I’m an idiot” Kirishima said to himself, after hearing to his friends.

“Yup”

“Pretty much”

“No Fuck”

Putting his head between his knee, Kirishima grunted at his own stupidity and blindness. He liked Mina. He really liked her. He liked her so much that she was the only thing he thought about for a while. But he had deemed it imposible for his crush since middle school to return his feelings that he forced himself to put a stop to it.

It didn’t work since they went to the same class and dormitory and at night he had wild and amazing dreams of the two of them. From the first time he saw her in middle school, to him confessing and sharing a glorious and romantic first kiss, to that one time they matched on halloween with alien costumes, to cuddling as they played videogame, to doing... other... activities that couples do. He even had a very weird one where they were soulmates.

He had though he didn’t stood a chance with Mina. He was boring and plane and uninteresting. And Mina was incredible. She was so unique and beautiful as the sun shinning in the middle of the night. She was a miracle.

But she was also his friend, and one he cared for deeply. He didn’t want to make things awkard in their group and between them when she let him down. So he pushed his feelings down and didn’t say anything.

He completly expected for one day to wake up and find that she was seeing someone, or that a guy was going to pick her up for a date. Not this. DEFINETLY not this.

To think that all this time he could of have told her and his feeling would have been reciprocated. That they could kiss and cuddle. That he didn’t have to give her up for other guy.

Wait... Mina STILL wasn’t his girlfriend. At this exact moment some random guy could make a move and steal his chance. He heard what the other boys around campus said about her and how they looked at her every time she pass (and he was a hyppocrite because he had done the same thing many times). He had to make this right. But how?

Suddenly, his face light up like the sky during New Years and with a big: “I GOT IT!”. He stood up from his place and left Kaminari’s room. The other three guys were left there, watching the door where Eijiro had leave.

...

“Does that means he forfeits?”

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The next day, since it was Saturday and all students didn’t have class, the morning was piecefull and quiet. All of class 3A woke slowly and calmly. When Mina opened her doorm door, she noticed a giant Teddy bear next to it with a note sticked on it’s chest. She took it, and started reading it.

‘Mina: Sorry I never reciprocated your feelings, I thought it was only platonic and that I would get rejected for sure if I told you how much I like you. I hope the Teddy bear makes up for that.

Eijiro

P.S: Meet me downstairs, there is something I wanna ask you.

It took 2 minutes and 12 seconds for Mina’s still-asleep brain to catch up to what was happening. And once the note was processed, she ran down three flights of stairs to the common area, where Kirishima was.

The red head was going to confess and give everything to Mina yesterday, but she came in so late, he fell asleep and missed her. When his alarm woke him up that morning, he didn’t want to disturb her so he wrote the note and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

He had just came out from the kitchen from putting the dishes away, when a pink torpedo attacked him and made him fall backward. When he opened his eyes, black escelera, gold eyes, pink skin and horns were waiting expectantly for him to say something. He swallowe down his nerves, and with a smile asked:

“Mina, would you be my girlfriend?”

He never got a verbal responce, instead an unexpected kiss that left him breathless gave him his answer.

#kirimina #kirimina week 2020 #kirishima eijirou #ashido mina #bakusquad #Day 7 #free day #kirishima is a good boy #mina is frustrated #sunshine couple #bnha fanfiction #bnha

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unspokenfaith · 5 years

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A Not So Surprising Romantic Gesture

Pairings: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones Rating: T Word Count: 2943 Genre: Fluff/Humor Summary: 5 times Peter tries to ask MJ to prom and 1 time he doesn’t have to.

So I originally had this planned for Spideychelle Month, but only recently had the inspiration to finish writing it. I just love the thought of Peter and MJ still being awkward idiots even after dating for a while :’) Also really enjoyed writing all the side characters in; it definitely added to all the fun.

AO3

Asking your long-term girlfriend to senior prom seemed like the logical thing to do. But then again, so did skipping over all the hassle and taking her anyway, because why wouldn’t they go together?

Peter knew how much MJ resented traditions, particularly gendered ones, but he also knew the smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes whenever he surprised her with a romantic gesture, and it was safe to say that alone outweighed anything else.

Under any other circumstances, he would’ve asked her opinion on the matter—some things he just couldn’t get a read on—but Peter wanted this to be a surprising romantic gesture. The surprising romantic gesture. MJ more than deserved that.

And perhaps there was a tiny, selfish part of him that always hoped he could ask the girl of his dreams to prom, even if he couldn’t dance to save his life.

Peter felt confident one sunny, April morning when he stepped off the bus, bouquet of flowers in hand. Black dahlias, of course.

He rehearsed what he was going to say at least thirty times in his head from the moment he woke up, but he couldn’t settle on the right words. What else was he supposed to say besides ‘MJ, will you go to prom with me?’ Even though we’ve been dating for nine months, so it’s not like we would go with anyone else anyway, right? It seemed so easy, yet it also didn’t feel like enough. At least the flowers would add a little something extra.

By the entrance, Peter spotted MJ with her back to him, talking to Ned and Betty. Inexplicably, the four of them made a habit of meeting outside every morning before walking in together. Cheesy and predictable as it was, it always put a smile on Peter’s face no matter how he was feeling that day.

Ned caught his eye, flashing him a smile. Peter shook his head furiously before he could say anything. He didn’t want MJ to see him yet.

“Hey, Penis Parker!”

Peter skidded to a stop, his heart jumping to his throat and the flowers dropping into a puddle. Flash’s shiny new car nearly ran Peter over, but that seemed to be the least of his concerns.

“Watch where you’re going! You could’ve hit my car!” Flash slowed down as he passed him, and his eyes widened at the drenched dahlias. “Aww! Did you get those for me, Parker? That’s so thoughtful, but I’m not interested.”

He couldn’t so much as lift his head and entertain a response before Flash drove away to find a parking spot.

He couldn’t even find himself to appreciate the irony of black dahlias wilting in dirty water. His only consolation was that MJ sure would’ve.

II.

Despite yesterday’s disappointment, Peter quickly contrived a new and hopefully Flash-proof idea. Unfortunately, this one required a lot more patience.

He never realized how little MJ went to her locker until he sped down the hallway and peeked around the corner after every period waiting for her to show up. Then again, she didn’t really have any reason to when she used one notebook for all of her classes—and every line of every page at that. And when she couldn’t fill a page, she would draw random sketches, mostly of Peter’s face in physics.

“What? It’s funny,” she would say. “You’re always so focused.”

And the way she said “funny,” like she really meant “adorable,” never failed to make Peter blush.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

Peter jumped at the sound of Ned’s voice.

“Hey, shh! I’m waiting for MJ,” he said.

Ned blinked. “You know she’s your girlfriend, right? Why are you hiding?”

“Ned, please!” Peter whispered loudly. “It’s a surprise, okay? I don’t want her to see me yet.”

“Oh! This is the prom thing!” he practically screamed.

“Dude, seriously!”

Their back-and-forth picked up a few glances from passing students. Peter laughed nervously before turning back to Ned.

“Try to be quiet about it, okay? Please.”

“Right, right, right,” Ned said. “Sorry. Should I—Hey, there’s MJ and Betty.”

Peter turned around, and sure enough, there was MJ, fiddling with the combination on her locker—Betty rambling behind her.

“Please! Pretty please!” Betty put her hands together, pouting. “You said you would.”

MJ sighed. “I know, but...I can’t this weekend. I’ve got…you know, stuff.”

Betty placed her hands on her hips. “I know you really want to go. You just don’t want to be excited.”

“I do want to. I just...we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing yet.”

Peter felt his stomach twist into a knot once he realized what she was talking about. Was she expecting him to have asked her already? Or was she not expecting him to ask at all? Was she mad they haven’t talked about prom at all?

Was he doing something wrong?

“Peter, she’s opening the locker.” Ned tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

As soon as the door swung open, Betty screamed, causing both Peter and Ned to jump.

“Jesus, Betty, don’t do that!” MJ said.

“Move!” But Betty shifted so she stood in front of MJ, then proceeded to toss everything out of her locker. Used papers and pens flew everywhere. Peter’s heart sank when he saw a particularly important one slide under a neighboring locker.

“Betty, what the—”

Betty stomped her foot, pushing it hard into the floor. “Sorry, there was a spider!”

“Was it really necessary to tear my locker apart?”

Their voices faded as Peter turned away, leaning on the wall and staring at the ceiling.

“Man, I’m sorry, Peter,” Ned said. “You can always try again tomorrow.”

III.

Peter did not try again tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that.

Four days was ample time for him to recover from another failed prom ask. He didn’t want to waste too much time, especially after overhearing MJ’s conversation with Betty.

Baking was all science. At least that’s what Peter told himself after spilling bags of flour and nearly setting the kitchen on fire. May insisted on stepping in, but he was determined to do this all by himself, even if it took him all night.

He might’ve lost valuable study time, and a lot of sleep, but it was worth it in the end to have five chocolate frosted red velvet cupcakes. While Peter’s original plan was to bake the whole batch, only half were worth saving. Luckily, he only needed four letters and a question mark’s worth.

MJ liked them because, supposedly, “no one else does.” Everyone always goes for the vanilla frosted. How she ever determined that, he had no idea. But the information made itself useful.

Rather than approaching her before school, he thought it best to keep them covered in his locker until the end of the day. Less people around. Less of a chance that everything will go wrong. Hopefully less spiders.

As soon as the final bell rang, Peter sprinted to his locker and carefully removed the tray. MJ was always the first one to arrive to Academic Decathlon, and he would make sure to be there before anyone else.

He checked his watch—2:18. Decathlon practice started at 2:30. Plenty of time.

Peter’s skin prickled as he approached the door of the classroom. He had no reason to be nervous. It’s not as though she would say “no.” But what she said to Betty still lingered in the back of his mind, feeding into his nerves, planting his feet to the floor.

After talking himself in and out of it several times, he took a deep breath and opened the door.

Much to his disappointment, MJ wasn’t in her usual spot at the front of the room. In fact, she wasn’t in the room at all.

Cursing himself for being too early, Peter set the cupcakes down on a desk. He looked from the clock on the wall to his watch, then back to the clock again, as though the little, red second hand would bring MJ here faster.

“Woah, Peter! Did you bring those for the team?”

Peter turned around to find Winston standing in the doorway. Before he had time to react, Winston rushed over to his desk and grabbed a cupcake.

“No, no, no! Wait!”

But Winston was already devouring the chocolate “P.”

“Winston, those were for—”

MJ walked in a few seconds too late. “Hey, dorks. What’s up? You guys are early.” She went to the front of the classroom to set her bag down.

Winston looked from MJ to Peter, eyes widening with the realization of what he just did.

“Peter, I’m so sorry...”

Peter forced a smile. “It’s fine, Winston. They’re all yours.”

There was no sense in asking MJ if she would like to go to “Rom.”

IV.

With everything that happened over the past week, Peter began to see the error of his ways. All of his promposals were private. There was too much risk in privacy. He needed to ask MJ to prom in a way that was unavoidable. Foolproof. But not too public.

Peter stuck with the decathlon room. It was never used until the team met after school. So early one morning, he got his robot spider to unlock the door. He wrote the question bold and large on the whiteboard then slid the chalkboard back to cover it.

Mr. Harrington always used the white board. The sound of the chalk on the board made him sweat. And then he would get so flustered that he’d continue. It wasn’t a good experience for anyone in the room.

Drumming his fingers on the desk, Peter stared at the empty chalkboard. MJ flashed him a confused glance.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, totally. Just ready to get started.” Peter’s voice was at least two octaves higher than normal, and he knew it. He just hoped MJ didn’t notice.

Mr. Harrington walked up to the board. Peter hadn’t noticed how loud his foot was tapping under the desk until a couple of the team members gave him looks.

“Okay, guys, I want to go over a few of the logistics for the competition,” Mr. Harrington said, reaching for the markers, but paused. “Oh, where did they go?”

“Where did what go, Mr. Harrington?” Peter asked. But then it hit him. He was in such a rush earlier that he never put the markers back. He must’ve shoved them into his locker without thinking.

“My markers,” he said. “I don’t see them anywhere.” Mr. Harrington lowered his glasses slightly, scanning his desk. “Huh, well, I guess we’re using the chalkboard today.”

A chorus of groans sounded throughout the room.

“I know, I know, guys. It sounds like the lonely cries of a single man in his bed at night,” he said, followed by silence. “Well, anyway…”

Peter’s foot started tapping on the floor again. Sure, he could just walk up there and pull the chalkboard aside. But that completely defeated the point. It was supposed to be a surprise. It was supposed to happen naturally.

“Wait! Mr. Harrington, uh...doesn’t anyone have a marker?” Peter asked.

Not a single response. MJ eyed him curiously. By now, she knew something was going on with him.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Peter, but I think we’re all going to have to suffer together today,” Mr. Harrington said, turning back to the board and hesitantly picking up a piece of chalk.

“Man, he’s not having a good day, is he?” Ned whispered.

Peter knew the feeling.

Standing in the school library, card in hand, Peter was persistent in making this work. After a week of almosts, he was going to make sure that—no matter what—today would be the day. He was going to ask his girlfriend to prom, and no one or nothing was going to stop him.

He spent the previous night putting together a card specifically for MJ. Peter was by no means artistically inclined, so he did it all on the computer—cutting and pasting images of some of her favorite things. On the front of the card, he placed her favorite picture of them. Betty took it at her Christmas party. She had pointed out the mistletoe above their heads. Peter blushed as MJ kissed his cheek. Everyone cheered.

It might’ve been his favorite picture, too.

Peter slid the card into MJ’s favorite poetry book, Milk and Honey. She picked it up as a study break every time the two of them came to the library to do homework. Sometimes he asked her to read the poems aloud just so he could watch the soft, thoughtful expression on her face as she spoke the words.

So he knew when he asked her to meet him here after class, that’s exactly what she would do. Only this time she would have something new to read.

As soon as he heard footsteps, Peter scrambled to sit down and lay his books out. He started writing out random notes as she approached the table.

MJ squeezed his hand as she sat down across from him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Peter smiled brightly.

“What’s up?” MJ squinted at him.

“What do you mean? Just studying is all,” he laughed.

“No, not right now. I mean in general. You’ve been acting weird all week.”

“N-nothing. Nothing’s up. Just nervous, I guess.”

“For what?”

“Oh, you know…” Peter said. “The test next week.” He wanted to kick himself for saying the first thing that came to his mind.

“Oh, yeah, I guess.”

Through all his prom planning, Peter somehow managed to forget they had a physics test next week. He’d have to worry about that later.

The two were mostly quiet while they studied, Peter too afraid he’d give something away by talking, and MJ too busy actually focusing on the material. He flipped through the pages of the textbook, pretending to read while he occasionally glanced at her. Waiting for her to take a break.

Suddenly, Brad walked into the library, passing by their table on his way to one of the shelves. The poetry section.

Peter fought every urge to start squirming in his seat, which only resulted in him starting to squirming in his seat.

MJ put her book down. “Okay, seriously, Peter, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just…”

She followed his gaze behind her to where Brad was browsing dangerously close to MJ’s book.

“Brad? Is that what’s bothering you?”

Peter shook his head furiously, watching as Brad picked up Milk and Honey, about to open the cover.

He pushed himself up from his chair. “Brad! What are you doing?”

Brad shot him a look of annoyance. “Trying to find a book for my English project. Sorry if that’s a crime, Parker,” he said. “Although you’re one to judge.”

MJ rolled her eyes. “You’re really not going to let that one go, are you? No one believes that Peter’s a prostitute, so drop it already.”

“That’s my book!” Peter exclaimed. “I was just going to rent it out!”

“Wait, what?” MJ said.

Brad flipped through the book, and Peter’s chest tightened. “Don’t see your name on it anywhere. You don’t look in a hurry to take it.”

Without thinking, Peter went over and grabbed the book from Brad’s hand. “I said I’m borrowing it, okay?”

“Okay, chill.” Brad held his arms up in defeat. “It’s just a book.” He shook his head as he wandered over to the next section.

Peter sighed in relief. When he turned around, he found MJ staring at something on the floor next to him.

VI.

“What?” Peter followed her gaze to a small, familiar piece of paper folded on the ground. He scanned the pages of the book, even though he already knew the card was missing.

MJ rose from her seat and bent down to pick it up. Peter was about to stop her before he realized this was what he was waiting for to happen. Even if it wasn’t happening in the way he planned.

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

She said nothing. Just stared at the front of the card, her lips slowly curving into a smile. Peter remained silent as she opened it, studying every letter, every image. He wasn’t sure if he should be troubled by the fact that she still wasn’t saying anything in response.

MJ refolded the card, placing it on the desk.

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s really cheesy, and we’re already dating, so why am I asking, right?” Peter laughed nervously, unable to meet her eyes.

“Stop talking, loser,” she said.

Peter cleared his throat and nodded.

“You’re right. This is incredibly cheesy.”

His shoulders sank. God, why did you do it, Peter? So stupid.

“But,” MJ continued. “This is easily the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Peter looked up, beaming. “Really?”

“Really.” She smiled back.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t ask you sooner, or we didn’t talk about it and make plans, or….I’m just really sorry.”

MJ put a finger over his mouth. “My answer is ‘yes,’ okay?”

Peter kissed her right there, in the middle of the school library, catching a few glances and whispers. The librarian didn’t look too thrilled about it, but she buried her nose in a book as though she hadn’t noticed.

MJ gently pushed him away. “You haven’t been worrying about this all week, have you?”

“Of course not,” Peter laughed.

He was the worst liar imaginable, but at least he was taking his girlfriend to prom.

#spideychelle #spideychelle fic #petermj #peter x mj #marvel fic #my writing #mine

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flowerpowell · 5 years

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The Boy Next Door (Colt x MC / Logan x MC )

PART ONE

A/N: Here’s the first part of my new RoD series! It’s an AU so many, many details are changed and differ from canon. It is also loosely inspired by a book titled “Thoughtless” by SC Stephens (it’s really good and I’d recommend reading it!). If you’re wondering why you’re on the taglist, it’s because you probably even forgot asking me to put you on it 😅 If you wanted to be removed (or added), let me know! I hope you’ll like it, I’d love to hear your feedback! (Also, forgive me any mistakes, it’s been a while since I wrote anything and it’s really late and hsajdaa I promise next chapter will be better!)

Rating: PG-16 (I have no idea how to rate things)

Word count: 1820

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @confessionsofabrokegirl @akrenich @lovehugsandcandy @walkerduchess @zaffrenotes @long-gone-girl @going-down-downtown @choicesthot @umiumichan @withoutanyconfidence @desiree-0816 @emceesynonymroll @emichelle @hellomynameisdevi @client-327 @liamzigmichael4ever @badchoicesposts @choicesarehard @poor-bi-choices @pixel-thirsty @blackcatkita ♥

Ellie Wheeler was not a confident, outgoing and spontaneous person. On the contrary, she liked having a routine, some sort of anchor in her life. She always had a plan and wanted to stick to it. There was nothing crazy about it, graduate highschool, go to college, find a job. She already did the first part, now she was supposed to go to another state and move in with her boyfriend so she could attend the university of her dreams and he could find a better job. And then everything would be great, just how she had planned it. Except that it wasn’t. Logan had to stay in California because his boss needed him and Ellie had to move here alone. Well, almost alone.

Logan did a few calls and arranged her a room in his old friend’s house. Colt was just a few years older than Ellie and Logan but he already had his own place and apparently nothing against her moving in.

“Here we are,” Logan’s voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked through the car window. The house was unexpectably big, as for someone who lived alone. Ellie noticed the backyard and smiled at the thought of studying outside. Even though the perspective of being here all alone (and Colt still was a stranger) was freaking her out, she tried to keep calm and be optimistic. At least she didn’t have to pay a lot of money for renting a room; apparently Colt owned Logan a favor. She wanted to know more, what kind of favor and what he did but Logan said it was something from the past and it didn’t matter.

Cautiously studying the area, she walked up to the door. Logan leaned down and retrived the key from behind the flower pot. He opened the door and Ellie met with the saddest interior of the house she ever saw. The house was pretty much empty. No decorations, only the most important pieces of furniture. It looked as if no one even lived there.

“Your friend must be a fan of minimalism I see. I hope there’s a bed in my room at least,” she said to Logan who only smiled at her in response.

“He must be out somewhere. Probably will be back later. But I do know which room is yours so let me show you!” He took her suitcase and led her up the stairs to her new bedroom.

Taking in the empty space around, she had a pretty clear picture of what Colt would be like. She was thankful Logan would stay the first night here with her so she didn’t have to meet her new suitmate on her own.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she pouted when they were finally in her bedroom, just as empty as the rest of the house, but at least with a bed and a closet in it.

“I’m gonna miss you, too, Ellie,” Logan turned to her and kissed her softly. When they parted, he looked at her sad face and shook his head. “You know how I wish I could stay here with you. Be with you on your first day of school. But I have a good job back at home and I–”

“No, I understand. I’m just bummed cause I thought we were going to live together and have our own little house.”

“There’s always next year, Ellie. I promise we’ll have our own house one day,” he kissed her forehead and they went back to unpacking. When she was all set, Logan showed her where the bathroom was and she took a shower, wondering how this whole Colt guy didn’t even have a mirror in his bathroom. Was this house a museum? Did he even spend time here? Well, I hope yes, cause I don’t want to live alone in this big house.

Colt still didn’t show up when they both went to sleep, Ellie’s head on Logan’s chest. She was trying to remember how his skin felt on her skin, remember his scent, so perfectly Logan, so perfectly home.

When she woke up, Logan was still asleep and quietly, she left the room to make breakfast. She noticed the door to the room next to hers was slighly open so she decided to take a quick peek inside. Nothing surprised her, however, because apart from a few shirts on the bed, some magazines on the table, the room was just as empty as hers.

Sighing, she left the room and headed downstairs. She really needed coffee. As she entered the kitchen, someone was already there. No, not just someone. It must be Colt.

“Hey! You must be Colt!” she started cheerfully, extending her hand for him to shake. He turned to her and eyed her up with amusement in his eyes but didn’t take her hand.

“Hey, stranger. Coffee?”

“Sorry! I’m Ellie! I’m Logan’s girlfriend! We arrived yesterday but you weren’t here! I hope it’s okay! Thanks for the coffee!” Why am I yelling? Why is my voice so… squeaky?

“Yea, I figured,” he chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

“We took a room next to yours, I hope it’s okay, too! Logan is leaving today, he was here only for one night,” she tried to explain and he raised an eyebrow.

“Not like that!!! Don’t worry, we didn’t sleep together like this, we just slept, you know, with our eyes closed, and– oh my gosh,” Why am I so awkward!!!! Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as she watched Colt with, was it smile on his face?

“It’s okay, I don’t care,” he said before placing his mug in the dishwasher.

“No, really, we decided to wait,” she added and wanted to facepalm herself the second she heard what came out of her mouth. Why am I telling him this!!!!

“I really don’t care, stranger.” He saw Logan entering the kitched and nodded towards him, “How do you stop your little girlfriend from talking to me about your sex life?”

“She what?!” Logan’s eyes widened as he turned towards Ellie.

“I’m sorry, I had a word vomit, I only said I wasn’t ready so we’re waiting because I didn’t want him to think we don’t know how to behave when I said we spent the night here and– Oh my gosh, I need to stop,” she covered her mouth with her hand and left the kitchen. Why do I have to be so awkward? Why, Ellie, why??

Logan joined her after a moment. “Are you sure you can stay here alone? Maybe I should just resign and–”

“No, I’m fine,” she snuggled closer to him and he put his hands around her waist. “I just hate meeting new people. I’m not really good at this.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he kissed her hair and chuckled. “You really shared too much.”

She groaned, “Is it too late to find a new apartment?”

~~~~

The day passed more quickly than Ellie would want it to. After taking a long walk around the neighborhood with Logan, it was time for him to go. She was about to stay here alone, far away from home, from her family, her friends and now from her boyfriend too.

“I really wish you didn’t have to go,” Ellie sighed, handing a backpack to her boyfriend.

“Me too, love. Me too.” He stopped to kiss her and she put her arms around his neck.

“I promise I’ll be visiting you as often as I can! I have a few days off next week, I’ll visit you. And I’ll be here for our anniversary next month. You’re coming home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so it shouldn’t be that bad!”

“Yeah, but not seeing you every single day sucks,” she pouted and Logan kissed her lips again.

“I promise it’s not gonna be that bad. Just focus on school and call me anytime you want, okay?”

She nodded and they kissed again before Logan got in the car and closed the door. When his car finally disappeared, she heard her phone ring. She smiled seeing a message from Logan.

“Miss you already, troublemaker xx”

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“Good morning! Coffee?” she greeted Colt who just entered the kitchen. He looked at her suspiciously but took the mug from her.

“Why are up so early? I thought your classes don’t start until ten,” he asked and she noticed how hoarse his voice sounded. He clearly just woke up, not only his voice indicated that but also his hair and his pajamas. Or rather the lack of it. He didn’t even bother to cover himself, he was wearing only his boxers and Ellie had to use all her willpower to look elsewhere.

“I couldn’t sleep, I’m so nervous I might throw up. Whoops, sorry, too much information, again,” she mentally facepalmed herself. Do I have any self control?

“S’okay, I think I already made peace with your oversharing tendencies,” he said and headed towards the living room. Ellie took her mug and followed him.

“What about you? Why are you up so early? What job do you have?” she wanted to get to know her new roomate a little but he only shot her an annoyed look.

“Are you investigating me?”

“No, sorry! I just thought since I already told you so much about myself so I thought–” “I didn’t ask you to tell me anything about yourself,” he interrupted her. “And there’s no need for me to tell you anything. We just live in the same house, we’re not friends or anything. You don’t have to talk to me.”

She wanted to say something but she was so taken aback by his coldness that she just stood there, watching him leave the room. Her phone brought her back to reality with a new message from Logan:

“Good morning! I love and miss you! Kick ass on your first day at uni xx”

She smiled but before she could type the reply, her phone rang again with another message from her boyfriend:

“Attaching a photo of me so you can’t say you didn’t see me today. Love you!”

Ellie quickly saved the picture and stared at it for longer than necessary. She missed Logan so much but that message comforted her. Even though she was alone in a different state, even though she was just about to start a new chapter of her life, and even though she was stuck with a human definition of pain in the ass, she knew she had Logan’s love and support and with that, she could survive anything.

With a bit more confidence, she marched into her room to pick a perfect outfit for the first day of the new chapter of her life.

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17 & 18 November 1828

Monday 17 November 1828

5¾

11 25/60

From 6 40/60 to 8 read from page 30 – 42 of the Brief History of Christ Hospital and wrote the whole of the above today – Breakfast at 8 20/60 – off to Halifax at 8 50/60 down the old bank to Mr Briggs – said I had seen Holt, and what I had said to him – Mr Briggs thought I had better give away the coals - getting them would be expensive – must have an engine – did not think they would pay – giving them away would not, said it was my present mind to get them at all rates – Mr Briggs said he would see Holt, and go with him to plan the ground, Mr Briggs shewed me an oak-root round table made at Brighhouse priced £20 – one not so handsome sold to Mr Stead for £25 - About 20 minutes there – then sat 25 minutes with Mrs Veitch (poorly in a bad cold), then at 9 ¾ got to Savile hill –the breakfast things not removed Mrs and 2 Miss Wilcocks – Miss Pickford much better for the baths of St Gervais, to spend the winter at Roma – to write there poste restante – Mrs Wilcocks going to write to her today – begged a little of her paper and wrote ⅓ of the first page small and close, hoping my letter to Genoa was received, giving my address in Paris – observing she could be complacent in writing full letters, all crossed, as I had just seen, to Mrs Wilcocks - to write to me before expecting to hear of or from me again – uncertain as to my stay here, but would not exceed 10 days or a fortnight – asked what beauties she most admired and what thought of this place and that – should not at this moment say of what use her information might be to me – thought that by hook and by crook, I should see her before the twelvemonth’s end –

½ hour at Savile hill –then went to Throps – not at home – could learn nothing – my job was but a small one – would think about it – Throp most likely to be at home between 12 and 2 – returned along the canal – the new lodge to Stonyroyde, nearly roofed gable-end, labells windows, little building expensively hewed – got home up the old bank at 12 – Letter from Mariana Scarbro’on my desk – 3 hurried pages 2½ pm yesterday, ‘great change – cannot last much longer – ‘the struggles are dreadfully severe, and it is indeed a trying scene to us all’ – Mariana sat up on Friday night, but says she bore it well – ‘as to myself, have no fears on my account – I am honestly and in truth the best of the set’ would ‘like me to write something more than a mere statement that life was no more ….to appear in the York paper ……..’some little tribute to his merits would be gratifying to us all’ will write tomorrow (ie today) if any thing happens – if not on Tuesday (ie tomorrow) – offers to bring my father cod, sounds as she passes through – Had just begun to write when (at 12 20/60) Miss Hudson of Hipperholme called for ½ an hour – going to send off a parcel from Whitleys tomorrow by the van in 3 or 4 days to Miss MacLean if I had any letter to send Whitley would enclose it in time tomorrow afternoon – said I was much obliged etc etc but a very bad correspondent abomined letter-writing only said what I had to say – did not believe I could make up my mind to write – thought I, no, I wont send in her parcel, I do not understand all this, they shall have it to themselves Miss Hudson Miss Maclean had asked many questions about the place – it was not very beautiful country and she had said so – I abused the house – said much wanted doing at it – it was a doghole of a place as I always told people – I certainly never said much in its favour -

Came upstairs again at 12 50/60 – from 1 to 3, wrote 3 pages to Mariana including the following ‘as to the request that I should write something more than a common obituary notice, be it remembered Mary, that I am not an advocate for long paragraphs of this kind in newspapers, and, above all, that it is Steph, not I who can do this best – when I am serious, you know my repugnance to speak or write strongly in praise or dispraise – all that I need add is, that, were my own father in the circumstances of yours, and I heard I persuaded myself to write any thing more than a mere ‘announcement of the death, it would probably be something like the following’ –

‘Died on ------- at his house in Scarborough, in the ----- year of his age, after a long and ‘severe illness, William Belcombe Esquire, ---- years a resident physician in this city ‘where his talent soon established him at the head of his profession, where by his mild ‘and gentlemany manners, and active and useful benevolence, he was soon and lastingly endeared to all who knew him well – He was eminently successful in his practice which ‘was very extensive ‘to the last of his professional career, he devoted a considerable ‘portion of every day to his numerous poor and‘gratis patients; and it does not fall to the ‘lot of every one to be more sincerely lamented, or to leave behind him a good name ‘better deserved – But Mary, do you not think, it would be best for Steph to draw up a ‘proper memoir to be inserted in the Genteman’s Magazine? To do this, no-one is better fitted than your brother – As a professional man, he might give a brief and comprehensive sketch which, in doing credit to his father, might reflect some credit upon himself – your father’s practice which laid the foundation-stone ‘of his reputation in York, was, at that time new in England? His services in the navy, experience in the ‘West Indies, studies and intimacies with the man of letters on the continent, mild treatment of insanity cases,‘not to forget (if thought proper) descent from an old and respectable Lancashire family, and his marriage with‘whom, - might, if well handled by his son, do some dutiful honour, and some practical good – give‘my best regards to Steph, and tell him so – Then write the following to Mr Birmingham ‘Shibden hall Monday 17 November‘1828 – Sir – Being domiciliated in Paris, I wish to take over with me, on my return, a small box of plate viz ‘1 tea-pot, a couple of dozen folks, dozen spoons, cream jug and sugar, - basin, snuffers and tray, and a couple of ‘waiters – I know, some particular permit is required for this from the French chef de douanes – I shall be much obliged to‘you to take the earliest opportunity of giving me all necessary information on this subject, direct to Mrs Lister,‘Shibden hall, Halifax, Yorkshire – on my arrival at Dover, I will pay you any expense that may have been ‘incurred on my account – I am, Sir etc etc A Lister’ – all which took me till 5 – then skimming over again Cronhelms Book-keeping – dressed – dined at 6 25/60 – at 7 sent off to the post by John, my letter to Mariana ‘Doctor Belcombe’s Scarborough’ and to Mr John Birmingham, Commissioner, Old Ship Hotel, Dover, Post paid’ then Sat talking till after 9 – wrote the last 3 lines – went up to bed ay 10 5/60 – very fine day not so damp and thick as these last few days – rather inclined to be a little frosty – reading the rules in Hutton’s Book-keeping, till 10 ¾

Tuesday 18 November 1828

5 50/60

11 10/60

Read the 1st 45 lines Saturday 2 I went out at 7½ - went to Cowgate wood – took the wallers from walling and stayed there to right the set started against the wood in Pearson’s great brow – stayed with them and did not get home till 10¼ - sent John to make holes for planting in Pump Lane – find on my desk letter from Mariana Scarbro’, 11 hurried lines dated yesterday 17th instant ‘at 5 minutes before 1 today my precious father breathed his last without a groan, tho’ from 11 yesterday to the same hour at night his sufferings were very severe, after that he became calm and composed until 5 this morning, when difficulty of breathing returned and continued till within a few minutes of his death - Steph was with us - my mother at this minute bears ‘up tolerably, and we all do our best – I will write again in a day or 2 – God bless you – always yours Mariana’ –Will she get my letter of yesterday today? What will she think of what I wrote to announce Dr Belcombe’s death? It will seem cold, praiseless, spiritless, heartless – how different our feelings! Her expression precious father –shocks me – dear father – or simply father - It smites me best to think of those I love when gone as if they were still here – I never yet could say my poor uncle and Mr Sunderland’s exclamation on first seeing him a corpse ‘poor thing!’ shocked me more than I could describe - Letter also from Isabella Norcliffe, Langton, they had heard a bad account of Dr Belcombe’ think it will be a happy release but I dread the effect it will produce upon Mariana, whose nerves are little able to bear such a shock – I fear there is no chance of our meeting at Lawton, as of course she will not leave Scarbro’ just at present’ – they leave Langton for Bath on the 2nd of December -

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