#if i see a fairy ring im jumping in

[phantasoba]

Might fuck off into the woods for an extended amount of time

[ocean-anchored]

Continued.... May 3, 24

Talks about us doing these things, or whatever else & I just fear that it's kind of just a fantasy. He wanted me to send him ring ideas which I did the other day even though I know that's not for a while. But then my brain stirred up. Like... its May. my lease is up August 1st. We have talked about end of summer wedding, but now that I actually look at this time of year, It's like.. it's a fantasy. Between him doing all this golf there's no time. He would have to propose literally next month which Im SURE is not going to happen, to have a month of planning which im SURE is not going to happen, to get married. Idk, I've lightly brought it up a few times like hey I know august is really soon like don't feel pressured & he says he's not at all. But it is soon. Maybe he doesn't realize that my lease is August 1st not september. & it's fine, its not like Id have to move in the day after, I know that's also going to be a massive change & having to try to move, but then they go right into busy season in September & Oct, like there's no time. I really just feel like this is all just a happy fairy tale thinking all of this stuff is going to happen, but it's not. I just hate feeling like I'm the one planning this future or wanting to keep my summer etc open just in hopes that he's here for every part of it. I can't. He's got enough golf & trips, like he still wants to go with his dad somewhere... like literally this summer is going to blink & be gone & I don't want to be sitting here hoping that I can be part of his summer... Anyways, as I wrote that I had to jump onto a meeting & then of course Coleson is up & comes to chat before heading to work. We talked through the distant feeling & last night, he just didn't want to wake me. Lots of reassurance. Ugh. He's really amazing, I hate that my brain builds these things up. I know & feel like I can talk to him about everything, no matter what, I just don't really know how to bring up the whole summer/feeling like I'm part of his plans etc. I think I just have too much expectation. The other night we were talking about his basement & what he wants to do with it but he did include me, said if there's anything you want to do or have down there then let's talk about it & see how we can do it together. I know he's been including me more into these things so I see it in glimpses. I just need to get out of my head, & I also need to stop having expectations, I think that's the biggest thing here, is I don't want to have any expectations this summer or for the rest of the year. Anything can happen & change, & I don't want to put pressure on any of this. I need to still continue living my life, & anything big that would affect him obviously he's going to be included, but I need to stop... "stopping making plans" for myself still & planning because I can't revolve around him.

[infictionalwonderland]

Can you please write a headcannon of dating the twilight characters you write for ❤️

sure thing love <3

Dating the twilight characters headcanons !

warnings : fluffff, mentions of blood death etc etc, swearing

characters included : jasper, rosalie, emmett, alice, carlisle, edward

Jasper Hale —

i am so in love with this man

he’d be really cautious at first

he doesn’t trust himself at all and with something as precious and fragile as you he was even more anxious at harming you

i feel like he would feel better if he initiated all of your touches when your relationship with him becomes more romantic & intense

pls respect my baby’s boundaries

but when the trust between the two of you strengthens

he’s willing to let you be the one to initiate contact and such things

when this happens.. pda will be a regular occurrence tbh

when he gets used to your touch, he’ll find comfort in it

hand holding :))

head buried into your neck, and you silently cheering him on as he overcomes his blood lust

but that’s just what his love for you does.

it overpowers his desire for blood

‘darlin’

is his nickname for you

& in that accent

*swoons*

overall the cutest couple ngl.

Rosalie Hale —

MY MF WIFE 🙄✋

you’re the only one who she’s just soft with.

that’s a major flex tbh

she loves when you run your hands through her hair, brush her hair, style her hair just anything like that

it’s so soothing for her

she’s so protective of you

arm around your waist at all times and glaring at anyone who looks over to youse

forehead kisses >>>

she’s big spoon 😁

she secretly loves your cuddles and cuddling with you

no matter how much she jokingly complains

loyalty is also a very serious thing for her so if you betray her trust in any kinda way

.. let’s just say she won’t be pleased

you two the typa couple to dance around to absolutely no music

& to run around in the rain

we all know bae wants kids

so.. yh prepare to adopt

bye bye your sanity :)

Emmett Cullen —

underrated hottie

you two are the LIFE of the parties

one of youse is always ‘misbehaving’ as esme says

mama cullen even suggested a naughty step

she’s FED UP W UR SHIT

but like she loves you both, you’re her children, so it’s okay :))))

constant laughter

constant teasing

constant sexual comments

and to outsiders you two have the most confusing dynamic

one second you’ll be having a ‘fight’ and the next you’re literally jumping into his arms and he’s swinging you around happily

he loves to just kiss ALL over your face for no reason over than your laughter, his favourite sound

and you tend to just randomly jump into his arms or onto his back & he has to catch you

sometimes he purposely just lets you fall and laughs at you

what an ass 🙄 I know

Alice Cullen —

ALICE 💗💝💕💖

she’s so giddy and happy and UGH i love her

you’re basically her protector, not that she needs it, you just adore your bubbly fairy-like gf and never wanna see her in harms way

CHEEK KISSES

alice’s fav

can always catch the two of you cuddling wherever

constant adoring gazes

a lot of touching

lot of mushy-ness & soppy shit but it’s okay bc it’s alice

so so many compliments

she picks out your outfits for you sometimes and makes them match/coordinate with her own

best friends & lovers in one

she never fails to impress you

and you never fail to have her in sheer awe of you

cutest gfs

Carlisle Cullen —

okay im a dom

but this man 👀

anyway moving on

sorry sweetheart but you’re now the official mother of unstable dead bitches :)

have fun with that xoxo

i don’t really see a lot of pda with him

cuz idk i don’t think he’s the type

BUT i do however see him as the possessive type .. just me? mkay

he doesn’t really ‘mark’ you like in sexual way, cuz youse like with his kinda kids and they’d never let him live that down

but he does insist you wear his clothing, he’ll sometimes give you jewellery and perhaps even a ring with his initials

im here for it

lot of pet names

‘my love’

‘sweetheart’

‘dove’

‘darling’

WHEW 😩✋

lemme catch my breath

Edward Cullen —

i kinda have mixed ish feelings bout him but let me just proceed with this

lives to tease

idc what youse say

this man IS a tease

hand on thigh

tracing your arms & figure ‘n shit

cheeky fucker just winks and/or grins at you

he likes you reading to him

he’ll have his head in your lap and you can just read to him, it’s peaceful

also outdoor adventures are another thing he likes

now that really ain’t for me, i don’t ever leave my house unless im forced but if that’s what you like then .. so does he 😶

he finds silence peaceful

like you two can be in bed, you’re sleeping on his chest ( if your human ) and he’s just looking down at you so in love, feeling peaceful and happy

in a non creepy way..

let’s hope 😃

[jungkookschin]

desirable

from the i can and i will drabble series

enchanting romance blooms between you and jeon jungkook. he wants you so bad, finds you so desirable. so, he does everything in his power to gain approval from his members and the company just so he can be with you for at least a little bit.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none! making out? fluff, struggles of being an idol:( jk just wants to be a normal teen

this is the jk im imagining so keep that in mind!!

Your usually timid and shy nature is what draws Jungkook to you. It's what makes him want to know you more.

So yea, he obviously does some digging. Jungkook’s a pretty good stalker. Of course, he does all his stalking from his burner account with zero followers. Though there’s no definitive proof that he stalks because he makes sure to never like or even watch anyone’s story, he’s a pro at it. It’s what he does during the dreadfully long rides from the dorms to music shows, or on the plane rides when he has to perform concerts in foreign countries.

Anybody can imagine his dismay once he finds your Instagram account. He thinks his jaw probably drops to the ground when he sees how.. promiscuously you portray yourself. There’s a plethora of bikini pictures, and  tiny dresses with you posed in such a provocative manner. You’re usually so shy, so timid, and just so out of reach that he can’t believe that you have this side to yourself. And of course, he knows that the types of clothes don't reflect on your personality, he is intrigued.

He would have never expected that you have a heart shaped belly button ring with a pink fairy tattoo adjacent to it. He would have never expected you to even own a piece of promiscuous clothing- just from how conservative (?) you seemed to be.

It’s not like he doesn’t like it. He does. Jungkook’s a man too, even though many seem to think that idols aren’t like normal people, he definitely likes what he sees. He’s looking- respectfully of course. 

He scrolls down and sees a selfie of you that makes him want to jump off a building. Your lips are glossed up, in a cute duck shaped pout. You’re winking at the camera, your arms extended to showcase your face, neck, and collarbones. You look different with a full face of makeup. Of course, you look fierce and incredibly sexy, but Jungkook can’t help but thinking of office you.

The you who sits in her desk in the BigHit office with a hoodie and sweatpants. Dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep. He knows you’ve been trying to land them an appearance on Weekly Idol, and that you’ve been spending countless nights trying to do so because you’re invested in the success of BTS.

You’re invested in his success.

So, he gets up from the practice room and makes his way to the office, where he sees that you are there once again, and so late at night.

Jungkook’s the one who pushes himself as far as he can in the practice room, ensuring that every dance move is precise and on point. He’ll lose sleep to make sure that everything is perfect, because he that’s the type of person he is. 

You’re like a mini him, pushing yourself as far as you can because you’re passionate about your work, passionate about your job. 

“It’s 1AM,” he playfully remarks, leaning against the wall behind you. In your wheely chair, you flinch at his sudden appearance. 

You turn around and face him, sighing. “I know, it’s pretty late. They put me on hold for the millionth time tonight. I know how badly you guys wanna go on this show, so we’re doing everything we can.”

You offer him a tired smile, which ends up plaguing him with guilt. He crouches down in front of you, giving you a stern look. “You know that it’s your job to take care of yourself too?” He raises a brow at you. Over the past few months, he’s thrown away his shy personality, developing the confidence to address you so directly. ”Can’t have a tired intern around here messing everything up,” he playfully adds.

You crack a laugh. “And what about you? Can’t have a tired idol around. I know a certain someone stays here every night until four AM. I think he pushes himself a little too hard.”

Jungkook’s still crouching in front of your wheely chair, facial expression brightening up at your banter. “You know I’m not as good as my hyungs, I gotta practice more.” He juts out his bottom lip, pouting at you in a way that makes you giggle.

“You don’t actually think that, do you? I collected a survey today, and the fans think that you’re the second best at dancing.”

Jungkook sighs but all you're thinking about is how he’s maintaining his balance crouching in front of you like this. He isn’t even holding on to anything to keep himself still. It’s probably his massive quads.

His words snap you out of your little trance. “In terms of talent I’m no where near Hobi at dancing, or Jin at singing. I don’t even know how to produce a song like Namjoon. I just wanna be helpful to the group,” He’s rambling, staring at his feet until he looks up at you.” you know?”

You feel the atmosphere turn suddenly serious. He’s staring at you with that look in his eye. He's always looking at you with that look : the one that makes other staff question if there’s something between the two of you. You pause. You have no clue as to how to reply to him because no matter how much anybody praises him, he’ll still be hard on himself. 

So, you offer him the only thing you feel like you can. It’s quite reckless of you, really. No, not quite reckless: it’s super reckless, super irresponsible. Now, this is the point of no return. This is the point where you throw away your inhibitions, fears, and insecurities, and act on your personal feelings.

You gently grasp his chin, bringing his face up to yours, before you gently kiss his bottom lip. "You’ll never realize how important you are,” you gently murmur. Jungkook doesn’t have time to process what just happened, just moves based on his physical urges. He cups your face with both of his hands, before getting a good look at you. Your lips are glossed with his saliva, cheeks red, and eyelashes fluttering. You’re looking at him with such an innocent expression that he wants nothing more than to wreck you and mess you up. He brings his lips to yours, his kissing your upper lip while yours kiss his bottom lip. Things heat up, gets more intense, and the two of you are licking into each other’s mouths, enjoying the pure ecstasy of intimacy. Eventually, Jungkook stands up, and picks you up from your armpits. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he mumbles against your lips, and you oblige with no hesitation. 

He carries you into the practice room, shutting the lights off where the two of you remain until 4 in the morning.

Despite what the average person may think, nothing raunchy or salacious occurs. Just some making out, some cuddling. You lay in his arms, head resting against his armpit. He plays with your fingertips, occasionally bringing your fingers up to his lips to press soft kisses onto your knuckles. That night, he asks you every single question he’s been wondering about you, and you answer every little inquiry.

He remembers how sweet your laugh echoes throughout the room. “You’re asking me that? What an oddly specific question.” He was asking you something about the sticker that he's seen on your laptop: where you got it from and what it meant.

Eventually, you fall asleep in his arms, and he does nothing but hold you. He feels like he’s on Cloud 9. The girl he’s been pining over for such a long time in his arms? Nothing could be better. 

And the next day, when he thinks things are going perfect, things just don't go as he expects.

You're going every length to avoid eye contact with him, not even sparing him a glance. You look tired, despite how you were peacefully snoring in his arms the previous day. You look anxious, on edge, and the strands of your hair practically falling out of your ponytail

You’re profusely sweating, eyebrows furrowed in worry. Just looking at you, he feels like he's as worried as you.

He eyes you, trying to catch your attention, but you’re so intensely looking right at the ground. Out of nowhere, you stand up and quickly exit the room, and Jungkook follows you by instinct, ignoring the questionable glances from his members and the rest of the staff. 

When he sees you pacing in the hallway, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the janitorial closet.

He immediately pulls you into his embrace, rubbing your arm to soothe your nerves. “What’s wrong?” Sweetness is just laced in his voice, and you know he’s genuine, and you know he cares about you. You can sense that he's been wistfully eyeing you the whole day.

You waste no time, and you get straight to the point. “I’m quitting my job,” is all you say, which takes Jungkook aback.

He pauses, then takes a deep breath before speaking. “Okay. It’s your choice. But may I ask why?” It’s dark so you can’t tell how he looks but he’s probably got that same worried look on his face.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, panic laced in  your voice. “I’m sorry about yesterday. It was a mistake. It was wrong for me to take advantage of you like that, and I’m sincerely, sincerely sorry-”

“What are you talking about?” He’s not mad or upset, but he’s confused. “Mistake? Take advantage of me? I’m confused,” he reaches out to grab your hand, and he holds it with both of his hands. Now he's gently massaging your wrists, and you yank your hand away from him.

“If anybody finds out about that, I’m getting fired. I-I can even get blacklisted from the industry because I violated the terms of my contract,” you’re panicking at this point, and Jungkook feels so so guilty. So guilty because he wasn’t even thinking about that, he just wanted to be with you. He doesn’t want you to lose your job, and if you did he wouldn't know what to do.

“I-I think I should just quit. Before anything can happen. Do you think the cameras were on yesterday?”

And you just keep on rambling, and Jungkook’s heart clenches becaus he feels so guilty. He doesn’t even know what you’re saying until he cuts you off. “Look, I’ll take the blame for everything.”

“Jungkook, I clearly made the first move. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. The last thing I want is for you to get in trouble so-”

“Yea you made the first move, but I’m the one whose been wanting this for months. I’m the one whose been wanting you, and I still do. I care about you, so I’m not gonna let you take the blame for this. I’ll make it work. Please? Just give me time. Give me one week to sort this out, and then I’ll call you.”

And he does make it work. Being in a relationship with him for four whole years, you know that he always makes things work. After this, Jungkook exits the closet and goes on with his day as if nothing happened. You don’t turn in your resignation, and let Jungkook do what he wants to do, because right now you in a paralysis of choice and are scared of any consequences you may receive.

That night, Jungkook gathers his members for a meeting while the manager is sleeping, and tells them what happened. The members were already suspecting that Jungkook liked you, but were more shocked to hear that you actually reciprocated his feelings. The members are empathetic, very. Because they understand how the idol industry works, and how many essential coming of age moments he’s missed out on. They feel for him because Jungkook is nineteen and has never had an official girlfriend. He’s never had a girl he’s liked so intensely, and the members empathize with that. After all, Jungkook grew up in the spotlight and has missed every opportunity to live like a normal teenager.

At the same time, they understand the idol industry and know that Jungkook is playing a dangerous, dangerous game. 

Thus, they compromise. Namjoon tells Jungkook that he will communicate with the company under the pretext that Jungkook initiated all the physical intimacy, and that you don’t feel the same way, just to save your career. Jungkook crumbles at this. He doesn't want things to go down this way because this means that he won’t get to see you anymore, that you won’t be working with him anymore.

Namjoon promises him that he can contact you after their dating ban is over, but the agonizing thought of getting a taste of you then letting you go hurts him so bad.

He knows it’s for the best, so he begrudgingly obliges.

Once the company hears this, you’re let go immediately, and Jungkook does end up taking all the blame. The company profusely apologizes to you, telling you that it was the inappropriate actions of their artist that lead to your removal from the company. You’re going to be paid for the next two months, or at least until you find another job.

And that was a really fucking good deal: not working and still getting paid. You’re tempted to take the offer, but your heart aches when you think of just leaving everything behind, leaving Jungkook behind.

Your boss is explaining to you that Jungkook likes you, and apologizes that he had made a move on you during that one night in the office. It would be easy for everything to end like this, and for you to take the money, but you really really really don’t want things to end like this.

So before she leaves the room, you tell your that you feel the same way about Jungkook.

It complicates things, but shit works out.

With BTS’s skyrocketing popularity, the company accepts your relationship with Jungkook, just to keep the artist happy. You’re allowed to see Jungkook under the pretext that you guys are not allowed to refer to yourself as a real couple, and that you may only meet when the company sets up appointments for the both of you. In fact, the managers say that it’s better that the truth was revealed, so the company can take preventative measures from things getting out of control. And it really fucking sucks: that you can only see him when the company allows. You feel like a little kid again, being put under such strict surveillance from your parents. But, you’re happy that you get to see him every once in a while.

Later, Jungkook pulls you into the practice room and tells you that he’s sorry that you guys can only be together like this.

“I’m really fucking sorry that you have to put up with this,” he says bringing up his hand to rub at his nape. And your mind is distracted because you think that he looks really fucking good. He’s got a white hoodie on, Nike speakers, and blue plaid pajama pants.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him. You look up at him and say “It’s okay Jungkook. It’s enough that we’re allowed to see each other every once in a while.”

“I know, but I just wish we had more freedom,” he mimics your actions wrapping his armsyour upper back and rubbing it soothingly, like he always does. “Thank you for putting up with this, truly.”

And he’s grabbing the side of your face, looking at you with such adoration. 

“Of course,” is all you say in your typical sultry voice before he gently brings his lips to yours.

[rebelwrites]

One cruel joke

Jax Teller x Reader

Requested by Anon // Hellooo honeyy!!! How are You? Hope You good! Could I request a jax teller x reader! Jax is on accident but is just fake bc he then proposes to the reader? Thank you💕💕

One thing you always hated was your fear of your boyfriend getting hurt and always panicked when your phone rang during the night. It was always at the back of your mind that he was hurt ot even worse.

Which is why when you got a phone call at 2am you were wide awake pulling the phone to your ear.

“Get outta bed and get your ass outside, I’m on your drive” Tigs voice boomed through the phone making you leap out of bed pulling on whatever clothes you could find.

“Tig just tell me what the fuck has happened” You spat trying to balance the phone between your ear and shoulder as you laced your trainers.

“It’s Jax, he is hurt” was all he said

“Im coming” You said ending the call grabbing your keys on the way out, somehow in the panic you remembered to lock the door before jumping on the back of Tig’s bike, wrapping your arms around his waist as he sped off to the club house. The whole way there you were hoping it wasn’t bad.

“Where is he?” You snapped before you even got off Tig’s bike, he felt really bad for lying to you, Jax was perfectly fine, he knew that you would flip and he did warn his brother but this was how he wanted to do it so he played along.

Practically running into the club house, you saw everyone sitting around like normal, your breathing was erratic as your eyes scanned the room for your boyfriend. You felt sick when you couldn’t see him. Chibs must have saw the look on your face as he draped his arm around your shoulder walking you towards the double doors.

“He’s in there lass” He nodded kissing your head before you walked through the doors.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Jax spun around in his chair grinning at you. It took you a second to realise the whole room had been covered in fairy lights and on the table whiite rose petals spelling out “Marry Me?”

“This is one cruel joke” You sobbed, letting go of the tears you had been holding back.

“Shit” Jax muttered getting to his feet in an instant, pulling you into his arms “I thought you were hurt, you know that's like my worst fear”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry” He whispered regretting his plan now. “I’m such an idiot”

He spent the next 10 minutes calming you down and letting you punch his chest multiple times, once you were certain he wasn’t hurt he sat back in his chair pulling you onto his lap, nodding at the petals.

“So what do you say darlin’?” He laughed nervously after the stunt he just pulled. “Do you still love me enough to Marry me?”

“You ever pull this shit again and I am divorcing your ass, even before we are married” You sniffed listening to his heart beat. “But yes I will marry you”

“Thank fuck” Jax breathed out as he slid a simple diamond ring onto your finger before kissing you lovingly.

[owaowabetch]

Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel. 

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz. 

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!” 

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!” 

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you 

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!” 

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you 

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke 

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!” 

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances 

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!” 

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will. 

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol” 

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer 

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you 

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....” 

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you 

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two 

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!” 

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more 

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself 

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

 Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

[plush-rabbit]

Sugar and Spice

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This is set after he passes the gym to Marnie:P I hope that you enjoyed it!! Im sorry for it being so late!! Also, since sunday was a lot,, pokemon related things will go on ao3 like tomorrow!!

Piers is a rather intimidating person. He’s tall and wears dark clothing, a certain look of disdain on his features to anyone who looks upon him. He won’t necessarily be rude to people but he has a rather flippant personality that makes it hard for people to approach him first.

You on the other hand, you try to meet him. You may not enjoy his type of music, but you do try to approach him, wanting to attend his concerts or even just listening to some of his earlier music that is different from the way he sings now. It’s softer, harsh lyrics that are whispered into your ear accompanied by static due to the low quality of the mic but you enjoy it.

Truth be told, he inspired you to start your own musical journey. Different from his genre obviously, but still. It was easy to write the music, to let the flow seep into you and sing with a lonely voice and cute look. If he could keep his dark, gloomy aesthetic, then you could keep your pastel, cheery one.

Yet, despite the hopeful encounter that you wish you could have had with him, ended horribly. He hadn’t exactly called you anything mean and while you were aware of the tone he held, it certainly didn’t prepare you to be on the receiving end of it. It was a heavy feeling that it left, an unmistakable uneasiness that made you squirm and want to leave.

And yet, you still hold a strong admiration to him. You still want to meet him and go against him in a battle even if it isn’t his strongest suit just for the fact that you believe like everyone else that a battle is what people go against, what they put all their might into and see how they can prevail at the end of it. You wanted to see the light in his eyes up close and see how he would fight.

You’re everything opposite to Piers. Where he dresses in dark clothing and has a rather cold demeanor, you dress in soft colors and try to appear friendly to others, often accompanied by your team of fairy and mostly pink colored pokémon. You spent a good portion of your youth hating pink, wanting to go against gender norms but as you grew older, you fell in love with the color and the frills, wanting to be dressed in a cute way that while others may have seen as overbearing, you just liked it and it made you happy. Where as he sang metal and rock, you stuck with pop, you wore your dresses and had even jokingly called the type of music you sang “bubblegum pop”, no real reason behind it- agains, it just made you happy to call it. Despite the differences, you greatly admired the ex- gym leader. He had been able to hold his own in a town that was failing- no fault on his of course- and had been a caring brother from what you have seen. He was an admirable person and while the music he made wasn’t exactly your taste, you could learn to enjoy it.

However, due to your rising fame and the type advantage against him, people around the region- who knew of both of you- had begun to jokingly call the two of you rivals, wanting to see you both battle it out and see who would reign above the other. And while you would have happily accepted the chance to meet Piers, a trainer you strongly admired, he had only sneered at the idea of you and him having a battle. To say it hurt would be an understatement. He’s a personal inspiration and to have him act that way to the mere mention of you left you deflated. 

It’s a mere accident that you both are in the same area. Mentions of him of you are sprinkled into your notifications, buildings that match in the background and while you aren’t proud of it, you take to following the buildings and the threads. You walk around, your white tennis skirt paired with a soft, baby blue pullover and pair or white tennis shoes, an obvious giveaway to who you are, a yellow star shaped bag that crosses over your chest, and a bow with trailing ribbons falling and curving around your shoulders, tickling at your neck with every step until you finally seem to be in a surrounding area that he was last seen at. While it left you with an odd taste, you wanted to run into him and express your admiration for him- just for a quick second, to tell him how much you liked the music he put out and how he stuck with the aesthetic- you could understand how expensive it could be to stick with something as money-consuming as clothing.

You find him by accident. It’s a completely stereotypical moment when you do. You both stand at the opposite ends of the fountain decorated with carvings of various water types from the region, the sun shines and you can see in front of you with his sister and the rising champions. You hold onto the straps of your bag, your lips pulling into a flustered line, heat that rises from excitement or general shyness- you aren’t sure yet, and you stare at him with wide eyes. In the pockets of your skirt, you can feel your phone buzz and in the corner of your eyes, you can see people hurriedly take out their phones. And just like that, the serene, very stereotypical moment is over when he turns around and your eyes meet. Where you widen and flush under his gaze, he hardens his stare and grows an annoyed look, brows furrowing and lips pulled into a thin line. 

Your resolve is broken. You gasp, and look around, seeing people stare and a small circle forming, whether for the both of you or the rising stars of the region, you don’t know and you don’t find out, choosing to leave the area. You jump a bit, standing on the tips of your shoes and you turn to leave. 

You don’t want to stick around and see what he might have to say, the thought of the smallest bit of rejection far too much on your mind. You manage to make your way into a bookstore, the scent of coffee lingering in the air and you greet the employees with a tight smile, wandering deeper into the store, hoping to distract yourself and walk between the aisles and find something to buy. 

You stand at the end of the store, against a corner as you trail your finger against the spines of the books. In your peripheral, you can spot a figure, standing tall and you pay no mind. There is no real reason for you to worry- you may not look the part, but you can certainly fight dirty and the store isn’t abandoned so you could always call for help. You hum under your breath, pulling out a book and pursing your lips as you read the synopsis. The figure at the end comes closer and you turn, a soft squeak sounds past your lips. You feel yourself stand straighter, your shoulders squaring and the book held close to your chest, fingers gripping onto it tightly, enough to pale your knuckles.

“You ran away,” Piers muses, his fingers trailing along the spines, his steps quiet against the carpet. “You must be really scared of me,” he says, looking away from you, chuckling lightly. He stands in front of you, his brows raising as he looks down at you. 

His dual colored hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, a thick part of it obscuring half of his face and you can only do so much to not cower under his gaze, eventually breaking from his eye contact and looking at the top of your shoes that differ from his. 

“‘S not that,” you mutter, biting at your bottom lip. “I just… panicked,” you end, licking at your lips. “I- I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

You were kidding yourself if you thought you could talk to him. Much less have a battle against him. Once he showed up, your resolve fell, further than it did before when he looked at you. You take a small step back, your shoes shuffling and messing at the carpet underneath, and your eyes still locked on his boots. Just a second ago, you wanted to proclaim your admiration to him, enough to go and see him and find him and yet, here he is standing in front of you without any distractions or prying eyes and you can’t bring yourself to talk to him with faltering. 

“You’re a lot jumpier than I expected, ya know?” His reply to you is done with a simple roll of his eyes. “I mean, fuck, I guess it’s expected for a type user like you.” You stay quiet and you can almost hear his smug grin. “Lots of people comment how you’re a pushover because of your, er,  type and all.”

You look up at him, your brows furrowed and frown against your lips. You lean towards him, the book still held in your hands. “It’s- So what? I like pink and fairy types! They happen to be cute and they’re strong!” Your voice starts to raise, slowly raising into a higher pitch, shoulders raiing a fraction to meet the ends of your lobes. “Plus, there are a few fairy that have a dark counterpart and Mimikyu is one that I’m going to add to my team!” Your eyes narrow and you pull away from him, crossing your arms in front of you, a scowl on your lips, face growing hot under anger. “I just happen to be,” you make a small noise of discomfort and bite the inside of your cheeks, “quieter.”

He looks taken aback, eyes wide as he blinks owlishly at you. His down turned lips start to twitch, forming into a wicked smile. He snorts and shakes his head, a pleasant sound ringing through the small corner, and you soften, your arms slowly lowering from their harsh grip. 

“You got some fire in you, huh?” He asks, tilting his head “Damn, didn’t think you had it in you to actually stand up for yourself like that.” You meet his eyes and he flashes a quick grin that reveals his teeth. “Nothing bad about it, I swear.” he holds his hands up and brushes a hand through his hair. “Anyways-” he waves a hand and you watch it with careful eyes- “you oughta be more careful about who you yell it at, as all I’m gonna say,” he muses. 

“Piers?” He hums in response and you swallow nervously. “Wh- Why did you come here?” You don’t want to accuse him of following you here, for all you know it could be a happy, little accident. “And why did you talk to me?”

His milky complexion turns into a bright pink that fills in his cheeks, a flustered look on his face where his eyes narrow. “Oh, hah, I- Marnie needed a book and I-” his hand swings around at a much faster pace, circling around in front of him with an open palm and you react instinctively.

You make a pained gasping noise, the book dropping onto the floor with a thud as your hands come up to block your face, back hunched as you try to cower under the minimal protection that you offer yourself. You whimper and take a stumbling step back that leads you against the wall, your eyes pinched shut and it’s a second too late that you realize you messed up. You gasp and straighten up, an uncomfortable heat running down your back as you meet his eyes.

He stands frozen, his hand still in midair and his eyes are wide, darting down to the book and back to where your hands still hold a semi-protective barrier against him. His eyes turn from shocked into pitiful and you break away from his gaze, mumbling an apology under your breath.

“Shit,” he hisses out, bringing his hands close to his body. “I didn’t mean to trigger you or-”

“It’s not that,” you respond quickly. “I- Can we not talk about it?” You turn to look at him, your bottom lip trembling ever so slightly, your eyes glancing back to the fallen book. “Please?” He nods slowly and you return it in response. You crouch down to grab the book and pull it close to you only to look back at it with disdain. You turn and place the book back into the shelf, your hands coming down to play with the hem of your skirt. 

It’s silent. The soft music that plays from the music is not enough to drown the silence between the both of you and you want to chastise yourself for ruining a moment with your fears. Your teeth bite into the soft part of your cheeks, painful and enough to make tears spring into your eyes. In your pocket, your phone buzzes and you fail to pick it up, too frozen to care about the outside world. 

“Do you want to get a coffee?” You look up at him and he gives you a hesitant smile. He jerks his chin to the other side, his hands inside his coat pockets. “I was thinking of getting a cup while I was here,” he clears his throat, “I could get you one if you want. We can drink it here too,” he adds quickly.

You give him a tentative smile, slowly pulling yourself away from the wall and taking a step closer to him. “Do you want to look for Marnie’s book first? I don’t- I don’t mind.” 

“Right,” he says slowly, “her book. The uh- you know, let me message her to see what the title was, yeah?” He nods his head and moves to the side, jerking his head to allow you to walk in front of him first. “Let’s just get a drink first, all right?” He gives you a nervous smile, laughing quietly with eyes that come to a close. You come to stand next to him, nodding softly, your hands flexing at your sides in an attempt to calm down. “Neat,” he says. “Let’s get a cup

[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

summary: Y/n begins to harbor feelings for a certain hufflepuff and the twins try to take it into their hands to try and get you together.

word count: 2.7k

enjoy <3

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Astronomy was always one of your favourite classes. Spending hours looking up at the midnight sky and learning about the glittering stars that lit up the night always amazed you, whether you were at home lying in the grass or glancing into a telescope on the astronomy tower. Taking another look into your telescope you chart the last few planets for your project and take a deep breath of the clear, autumn air. Looking over to your right, you see a handsome boy with a mop of brown hair gazing at you. When the brunette sees you looking back at him his face goes a light pink and he quickly turns his attention back to his star chart.

Cute. You think to yourself, smiling slightly.

“Hey Fred, George?” you ask the red-headed twins by your side as you walk through the halls to breakfast. “What’s up, little star?” Fred questions. Little star was the nickname the twins had come up for you when they first found your love for astronomy and pairing it up with the fact you were much shorter than them, they thought it was perfect.

“Who was that brunette in our astronomy class? He was in Hufflepuff I think.” You started. “Ooh, does someone have a crush?” George teases. You can feel the tip of your ears go bright red at this. “what?! Oh, no, no” you stumbled quietly, taking a seat at the gryffindor table, the twins sitting across from you. “I just saw him looking at me in class and I was wondering who it was.” you finished quickly, starting to butter a piece of toast.

“Well my dear y/n,” Fred starts of dramaticly. “That was Cedric Diggory.” George finishes for him. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him before, he’s pretty popular.” He continues. “Cedric Diggory...” you test the name in your mouth, “Rings a bell, but i’m not quite sure, he plays quidditch doesn’t he?”

“Right you are y/n!” Fred smiles, shoveling a spoon of cereal into his mouth. Fred seems to take a glance behind you and his eyes widen as he breaks into a smile. “Speak of the devil, the bloke’s lookin’ at you right now!” he laughs and starts to wiggle his eyebrows at you. Rolling you eyes you slowly turn around and sure enough you’re met with a pair of beautiful grey eyes. You quickly swivel back around again and bury your pink face into your arms. “Blimey Georgie seems as though our little star’s got a big, fat, crush.” Fred jokes as he notices you embarrassment. “Can it Weasley, I haven’t even talked to him before.” you mutter. This seems to only send the twins into even more hysterics. Deciding to try your luck again, you turn around and look at the table filled with yellow and black ties, eventually again meeting the eyes of Cedric Diggory, this time feeling brave you offer him a smile and a wave. He grins back at you, and you decide you were going to try and talk to the adorable hufflepuff.

“shit, shit, shit.” you mutter to yourself running as fast as you could between crowds of confused students, you had spent too much time planning a new prank with the twins that now you were going to be late. You silently curse them under your breath. What made it worse was you had potions first thing in the morning and you knew Snape would bring hell down on you if you were late. Bursting into the classroom you made your way to the last open seat and hurriedly got out your parchment, quills and text book. “Nice of you to finally join us L/n.” Snape sneered at you. “you’re lucky this time, being right on time, but don’t think I won’t hesitate to take away house points next time, understood?” If looks could kill you’d be dead where you sat.

“Yes sir.” You say quietly, still slightly out of breath, you look up and suddenly the wind is getting knocked out of your lungs again, because sitting there is the boy himself, Cedric Diggory, you catch yourself staring and offer him a small smile before turning back to your papers, you didn’t need Snape lashing out at you again, he was being very generous already. As Snape continued to drone on and on about the importance of cutting your ingredients properly, after another gryffindor had botched his potion, a small piece of parchment is pushed your way.

Hey, how are you today?

reading the note, you grab your quill and scribble something back.

Bloody tired how bout you?

you slide the note to the brunette and await his response.

Bored, don’t understand how snape can go on and on for this long at a time, ridiculous really, no one cares.

you giggle silently and the note is ripped from you hands. Glancing up terrified, Snape is glowering at the two of you. “Writing notes in this class is strictly prohibited you two, 10 points from hufflepuff and gryffindor!” He shouts. You sigh and lay your head on your arms, wishing you were up in the astronomy tower with Professor Sinistra gazing at the constellations, you had always been one of her favourites.

When Snape finally dismisses class you stuff your parchment back into your bag and set off for transfiguration, turning out of the class you feel a warm hand gently grab your wrist, you turn around and meet those beautiful grey eyes, Godric you could stare at them foreve- “I’m sorry about that.” he apologizes, his head hanging motioning towards the classroom. You give him an understanding smile. “It’s alright, if anything im upset at Snape, that prat’s always getting in others business.” you say with a light laugh. Cedric seems to smile at this. “Guess we kind of got started on the wrong foot, I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory.” He smiles, stretching out his hand. “y/n l/n” you say, taking his large hand into yours and shaking it. “Where are you headed y/n?” he asks. “Oh i’m on my way to transfiguration.” you reply back, “I’ve got herbology, but I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” You can almost see a light pink hue on his cheeks. You smile and agree making your way down the halls and corridors, making small talk with the hufflepuff, you don’t want it to end, the ways his eyes light up reminds you of the stars. “Well this is my stop.” you sigh sadly and look back at Cedric, thanks again for walking me.” you smile sweetly at him. “Anytime y/n, you’ve got astronomy later tonight, right?” he asks hopefully. “yup, I’ll see you there?” you wave at him. “see you then.” He agrees turning and heading to the green houses. You can barely focus on Professor Mcgonagall’s lesson, your mind constantly drifting back to those stunning grey eyes and soft brown curls, sighing in contentment you find yourself looking forward for astronomy even more than usual.

Fred and George immediately notice the look of love on your face and they silently began forming a plan to get the two together.

“Well hello there little star.” George says casually, sliding in beside you at lunch time with a wicked grin playing on his lips.“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask suspiciously. “What? Little ol’ me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” putting emphasis on the no. Fred chooses then to appear on you other side as you bring a spoonful of soup to your lips. “It’s just we couldn’t help, but notice you and little Diggory walking together, and you looked quite happy during class today.” Fred nudges you with his elbow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, me and Cedric were just talking.” you state turning your attention back to your lunch. “Really?” George asks “because your blush seems to beg to differ.” he continues teasing you. You mentally curse your red cheeks, and continue to sip on your soup.

As midnight rolls around you all but jump and run out the portrait door to get to the astronomy tower almost running over the twins in your path. “Woah, slow down there y/n what’s got you in such a rush?” you sigh and try to push past them, “I’ve got to get to the astronomy tower you nitwits.” unsuccessfully pushing them over. “Alright, alright little star.” let’s get going, don’t want to keep your little prince charming waiting.” he says in a sing-song voice, referencing a muggle fairy tale you enjoyed. “Oh shut it you twat.” you roll your eyes at him.

Finally climbing up the tower, the sight of the scene in front of you never ceases to take you breath away, the beautiful carved stone of the castle and the midnight sky, littered with thousands of twinkling lights. You take a second to appreciate the sight in front of you until George pushes you out of the way.“Christ y/n you realize there are more people in the class right?” you scoff lightly at him before turning to see Cedric climbing up the stairs, his bookbag on his shoulders. “Hey y/n” he says when his eyes land on you, “hey Ced, you say sweetly, walking over to greet him. Fred scoffs at you “you’ve never greeted us like that now have you little star.” you give him a warning look feeling the tip of your ears heat up again before making your way towards Cedric.

“Beautiful night isn’t it love?” He says turning towards the dark sky, your knees start to weaken at the nickname, but you stay strong. “Sure is, did you get the paper done for today?” you continue on.

George nudges Fred, “let operation get Ceddy and y/n together begin.” he says with a smirk. Professor Sinistra soon begins today’s lesson, “alright everyone, grab a partner and head to your stations, make sure you have your. star charts and a quill” she announces. You immediately turn to Fred and George, you had the habit of working in a group of three and Profeser Sinistra never minded. The two red-heads must’ve had other plans though because they began to turn and walk away from you and your usual spot. Frowning slightly you turn around and run into what feels like a wall... There isn’t a wall here... Looking up you blush and begin to stutter out an apology, for you had run straight into Cedrics chest. He seems almost baffled, but soon regains his train of thought. “H-hey, um- y/n, would you like to be my partner? I-I noticed the twins already left so...” he asks quietly, you have the urge to just lean up and kiss him, but instead you take a second just to admire the adorable boy before you, his pink cheeks, the way his gaze seemed to wander, never landing on you, and how he figeted with his wand, twirling it around in between his fingers. “Of course Ced, let’s get started.” you smile at him and you see his usual happy personality return. Sinistra begins to explain the assignment in depth. “I would like you to locate and chart these stars for me...” she began to call out a list of stars and planets and you and Cedric began to jot them down. “Do you want to alternate looking into the telescope?” you ask, turning to the brunette again. “It’s alright little star, I know how much you love Astronomy.” Your breath catches in your throat. “you know about that nickname?” you laugh nervously. “Of course y/n, I always hear Fred and Geoge calling you it.” Was it just you or did he sound... Jelous? you didn’t get to finish your thought as Fred called across the tower. “Oi, Diggory! Get your own nickname for her, that ones ours!”

“Mr. Weasley!” Profeser Sinistra snaps, “turn back to your telescope and focus!” You laugh again and turn back to Cedric. “Well you heard him, you’re going to have to find a new nickname.” Cedric starts to think this over. “I’ll think of one soon, let’s get started.” You nod and clasp your hands around the telescope, pulling it closer as you peak into it. you begin to search for the different points, but instead get lost in all the beautiful sights. Without noticing you begin to trace the constellations and stare in awe at the faraway planets. You eventually start to call out coordinates to Cedric, but he doesn’t answer, turning to look at him, confused, he seems to be lost in thought, pondering a great question or rethinking a happy memory as he’s got a small grin on his face. You snap him out of his trance by waving a hand int front of his eyes. “Cedric? You in there?” you say jokingly, poking his nose. “hm- oh yeah! sorry about that where was Sirius again?” you roll your eyes and smile, repeating the coordinates again. This little exchange doesn’t go unnoticed by the red-headed pranksters, who feel the edges of their lips perk up. “Hey George, I guess they didn’t really need our help after all, they seem to be all over eachother already!” Fred sighs to his twin. “Maybe we can give them one last push later?” George suggests. “What did you have in mind?” the eldest twin grins mischievously.

“And done!” you clap your hands together and start to tuck your parchment back into your bag. “Thanks for writing those down for me Cedric, it gets kinda hard when i’m always looking at things off topic.” you giggle softly. “Anytime y/n I had fun.” he grins back at you, smiling fondly at the memory of you gazing into the stars, permanently engraving it in his mind. Handing over your star chart to Profeser Sinistra, the two of you begin to make you way back down the astronomy tower, joking and laughing all the way down. As you reach the bottom you feel a shoulder bump into yours and you stagger, tripping over the last step. You brace for impact, but instead you feel two strong arms embrace you and a distant voice saying, “can’t go wrong with the classics.” and a loud high-five. You were going to kill the twins. Looking back up at the hufflepuff boy, you begin to mutter out an apology for what felt like the millionth time today and begin to back away, the arms around you only tighten, you glance back up and meet again with those piercing grey eyes and melt. “It’s alright love, glad I was here to catch you.” If possible you can feel your check heat up even more trying, but again failing to look away. You’re about to open your mouth when Cedric speaks again. “I think I found a good nickname for you. Of course, if you like it.” he begins. “Oh? Do enlighten me Ced.” you tease. You can feel Cedric lean in slightly closer to your ear and with a soft voice he whispers.

“My star.” he says simply. “what do you think?” he’s smiling hopefully at you now. You changed your mind, the twins were now your favourite people in the whole wide world, well second maybe... “I quite like it.” you finally say finally, finding your voice again. “But, I’m not exactly yours yet am I?” you’re surprised at your own confidence. “Well, I suppose we’re going to need to change that huh? How’s Friday, 7 o’clock by Black Lake?” He says his smile growing wider. “You’ve got yourself a date Diggory.” you wrap your arms around the boy in front of you and feel him spin you around in circles, the both of you laughing happily. You and Cedric walk hand-in-hand back towards the gryffindor common room. “Thanks for walking me back Cedric, I’ll see you tomorrow.” giving him one last hug you turn back around and walk towards the portrait, whispering the password before walking in. “Soo?” George begins. “Are we the best or are we the best?” Fred finishes smugly. You wrap both of them into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you whisper into their shoulders, grinning like a madman, Fred and George were congratulating you and patting your back. Little did you know, down in the hufflepuff common room Cedric was smiling into his pillow as he drifted off into dreams, picturing the perfect date the two of you would share. He decided, maybe Astronomy was his favourite subject too.

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holding myself accountable ie ADHD guide to watching dramas:

korea:

What’s wrong with secretary Kim (three more ep to watch)

LOST 2021 (ONLY THE BEST SHOW TO EVER EXIST???? )

Romance is a bonus book (one more ep to watch)

Just between lovers (actually the writing here is superb. must go back)

Lucky romance (and again I clocked out around the 12th)

She was pretty (yep I waved them goodbye at ep 12)

Memories of Alhambra (almost to the end...almost)

I am not a robot (umm...you guessed it. ep 7 I think)

Coffee Prince (YES MY BABIES. I think I completed this one)

Www search (SO GOOD. the cast the female energy is SPOT ON. did I finish it? no.)

Emergency couple (finished and rewatched!!!!)

I married an anti fan (dropped out ep 12)

Crash landing onto you (I have three more episodes to watch)

Bride of Habaek (love this so much but also spoilers there is a scene in later ep where they do the THING and it took me OUT. did not complete the series.)

Uncontrollably Fond (watched almost to the end, but not finished it for ‘reasons’)

Pinocchio (got half way through) 

Oh my Venus (did not finish, left at penultimate ep)

Squid game (watched 5 ep)

Flower of evil (dropped out at penultimate ep, but amazing series must finish it) 

Meteor garden (half way because I fell in love with the cast if not for that would have stopped sooner)

Boys over flowers (I managed to cram about 16 ep but then angst happened and I needed space)

Secret garden (half way thru)

Mad dog (half way thru)

The king the eternal monarch (three quarters in)

Where the camellia blooms (could not stand it watched two ep)

1% of something (amazing chemistry yes half way in)

Jumping girl (I sort of want to watch it??? first ep)

Hello me! (such good series but I cannot finish iiiittt)

Do you like Brahms (I FINISHED IT I LOVED IT SO MUCH)

Cheese in the trap (I FINISHED IT I HATED IT SO MUCH)

Suspicious partner ( I could not finish it. pray for me)

Healer (same)

K2 (yep)

Crowned clown (you guessed it)

Rookie historian (yeah...)

Home town cha cha cha (dropped out on ep 15 because well. idk)

Dol Sol (I FINISHED IT AND HATED THE ENDING WHY DID YOU DO ME LIKE THAT???)

Devilish joy (I love their chemistry they were incredibleeeeee. did not finish. looked like traumatising ending too scared)

Into the ring (yaaay my fave couple. did not finish it. not enough angst.)

Tale of the nine tailed (too much angst)

My roommate is a Gumiho (ANGST PERSONIFIED)

Vagabond (UGH. need to finish. such good series)

I’ll go to you when the weather is nice (literally love the cinematography but,,)

Doom at your service (ANGST IN YOUR FACE. uff. too perplexing. loved it. best kiss YET.)

Kill me heal me (lmao, I did not finish it because she screamed so much but HIS ACTING)

Mask (oh yeah this is amazing. should see how it pans out. love the actors)

Secret love (I COMPLETED THIS AND THIS SHOW BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEEEESSS ARGH I LOVED IT SO MUCH AKSJSKJSAJKD)

Take of nokdu (IN LOVE. MUST GO BACK)

Marriage not dating (so funny if you want FUN this is it. they are both so yummy. did not get to the ending but would recommend)

Blood (OHHHHH. if only there was less blood)

Descendants of the sun (ok but how can anyone watch this without enrolling to medical school to meet HIM?)

Weight lifting fairy (I love it? I do. I just...yeah)

Korean odyssey (my god. why won't they kiss properly I cannot take it)

Come and hug me (these two own my heart. too much to handle tbh)

Beautiful Kong Min Shi (such an underrated show. yes. but also no)

Masters Sun (please how can anyone like this its so 90s Buffy. I mean I leak Buffy. but also wtf)

Behind your smile (???)

Falling into innocence (YES but then he cut his hair so I left. im fickle)

Abbys (they were lush together amazing plot amazing everything I did not get to the end. little predictable for ADHD. not enough angst. you need the right amount of angst.)

W— two worlds apart (I love them together ok? but I could not get there)

You are my spring (a bit??? dunno)

It’s ok not to be ok (my early K drama! did I finish it? no)

My love from another star 

While you were sleeping (great story I just didn't like their chemistry) 

You are beautiful (ahaha the 2010 hair) 

That winter the wind blows (they are mesmerising together I just have too many feelings about the bro and sis situation help) 

Red sleeve ( I found out about the ending. glad I did not finish it)

Lawless Lawyer (THIS SHOW PLS WATCH IT. I should too. ep7)

Touch your heart (I love them <3 did not finish it)

True beauty (I don't remember???)

My shy boss ( amazing showww, one more ep I think)

Cinderella and four knights (why why why did you not let her end up with the SL. you got it wrong show no.)

Love alarm (FUCK YOU TO THE WRITERS. FUCK OFF. NO. THIS IS WHY I DONT WATCH THE ENDINGS. YOU DO THIS TO ME?????)

You are my destiny (LOVED THE KOREAN VERSION)

Because this is my first life (MY COMFORT SHOW WILL NEVER BE OVER IT)

Don’t dare to dream (the triangle was ridiculous. but the KISSINGGGG)

Run On (should I watch to the end? kinda like it)

Nevertheless (aghsakhjdjakhasjkhsdajhk YES WITH MY WHOLE CHEST I REWATCHED IT ABOUT THOUSAND TIMES ONLY)

Mysterious Love (OH YES. BUT HARD TO COMPLETE might the c drama)

Vincenzo (WELL STILL NOT WATCHED IT TO THE END PRAY FOR ME)

My name (I don't know?)

Itaewon class (oh yeah, I like this but also I don’t?)

Heirs (meh? I was rooting for the wrong characters damn it)

Healer (did not see the ending)

Goblin (could not bring myself to see the ending)

Dali and the cocky prince (meh? ep 8)

Stranger (this show is so goooooooood why did I not watch the second series yettt)

Blood (too much blood)

Crowned clown (oh...yeah)

Navillera (so good if only I can get past ep 8)

When my love blooms (no idea what this was)

Happiness (love love love but also too scared to go back and watch)

Let me be your knight (my fav actor! yes!)

Now we are breaking up (meh)

Madame Antoine (BEST BEST BEST BICKERING ALERT)

Imitation (HER HAIR PLS I WILL CRY.NO)

Love: ft Marriage & divorce (...)

VIP (mom forced me to watch it. did not

Where the stars land (love them <3 will finish this one actually) 

Monthly magazine home (YES great drama will try to get there)

Hotel del luna (currently watching)

Mermaid one with lee min ho (YESSSSSS watched over and over)

Yumi’s cells ( great casting. great story. dropped ep 6)

I have a lover (dear god this show was all the cliches and I actually love to hate it) 

Strong girl (ugh I could not finish this guys)

thai:

Tharn Type (yeah fine I didn't)

2gether (same as above)

Bad Buddy (yep)

You are my sky (aksjhdsakjh)

F4 (I will love this show until the day I die, it will be on my grave) 

bromance (the best gender bender out there)

China

Put your head on my shoulder (??? I literally remember nothing. dropped early)

Falling into your smile (idk. they are so pretty but thousand episodes not something I can do)

Find yourself (hated the second ML. sorry)

Please feel at ease Mr Ling (hmmm, too much like other shows)

My unicorn girl (MY FAV C DRAMA<3)

Love me if you dare (if only I could watch this show. I do love the cast tho)

Across the ocean to see you (lovely show. lemme try to watch again)

To fly with you (YES)

Skate into love (loved) 

Why women love ( currently watching) 

Japan 

My beautiful man (will rewatch forever) 

Case of Incurable Love (almost almost finished it and loved it)

Mischevious Kiss (Tokyo) (ooooh I should finish this its so cute y'all) 

From five to nine (this show is on crack I love it) 

My love mix up (adorable) 

Hana- kimi ( I love gender benderssss)

Coffee and Vanilla ( wtf was this I had question marks the whole time)

[dork-empress]

Singing in the Dead of Night

Damian Wayne meets a new masked persona in Gotham, and everyone has to adjust to her.

AKA I have a lot of headcanons about Lucy Quinzel and I'm making it other people's problem.

I want it up front that I haven't read these comics, just a lot of wiki pages and tiktoks. If there's a fun thing in the comics you can tell me, but this is my own version of this universe and these characters.

This is going to be the main story, but I may do some offshoots. If you want to subscribe, chapters are also posted on my Ao3 (link in my description).

“You need to take things less seriously.”

Damian looked up, looked down, and then looked back just to be sure it was really his father who asked. It was hard to tell sometimes if your superhero father had been replaced or possessed or something. “Are you serious? YOU’RE telling me that?”

“That should enforce to you how dire the situation is.” Bruce said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re still a kid,”

“I’m 15,” Damian said, then thought about his varied adventures, “Technically…”

“My point exactly,” Bruce said, turning a page on his crime reports, “You should enjoy being a kid, for a while.”

“Oh, did you enjoy being 15?” Damian said, and maybe that was a low blow, but if Bruce wasn’t ready for him to call him out he...shouldn’t have made him upset. Hmm.

Bruce looked up and stared into his soul, and Damian worried he might have stepped in it a bit. He backed up a step in case. Bruce took a deep breath, looking at him. “My childhood was stolen from me, but I at least had one. As did all the other Robins. You’re not responsible for what happened to you,but I think you could use some time. I couldn’t offer you a childhood then, and I can hardly do that now, I know, but I can do what I can.”

“And what are you doing?” Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re suspended from Robin duties.”

“WHAT?!” Damian exploded, getting in his face. “What are you talking about?!”

Bruce didn’t flinch, “Until the Wayne Manor Christmas Party,” Bruce said, “I’ve called Tim and he’s willing to cover for you until then.”

“He doesn’t NEED to cover me,” Damian snarled, “I’m right here! I’m not injured, or dead, or ANYTHING I just--WHY?”

“I told you,” Bruce said, “You need to find other...hobbies, or form connections or SOMEthing. Anything other than the lifestyle. You have two months, you’ll live.”

Damian curled his fists, shaking, but had no more arguments. “You’re the WORST!” He said, and went off to his rooms.

The room was left in stony silence for a moment. Alfred came in, changing out Bruce’s cup of tea. “You don’t actually expect that to work, do you?”

“Not really, no,” Bruce said, “But he’ll be out of my hair for a little bit.”

Alfred was very dignified and so did not snort. But it was close.

Damian went out at night, saying he was off with a friend. Best to keep things vague, but if Bruce pressed, he’d say he was with Jon, and could probably bully Jon into vouching for him.

He dressed all in black, jumping from the rooftops, looking for trouble. There was usually plenty of it in Gotham. He just had to avoid the Bat Signal hanging in the sky and he’d be fine.

He heard a crash and looked down. Jewelry store robbery. Perfect.

He jumped down to ground level and approached the broken in window, taking out his sword. “Anyone in here, it’s better to surrender now,”

Of course, because it was Gotham, he wasn’t met by a normal jewel thief. No, instead, what approached him was a small walking orange balloon animal dog.

Because of course it was.

With an act first, think later attitude, he stabbed at it. He regretted it instantly as it let out some sort of opaque gas, the effects of which he didn’t want to find out. He pulled his shirt up over his mouth in hopes of preventing himself breathing too much in.

“Oh wow,” a voice said behind him, “Are you Robin?”

Damian whipped around and scowled. The gas was obscuring whoever was there, but the silhouette seemed like something of a ballerina. Why couldn’t one criminal just be normal?

He jumped back, ready to attack, but she didn’t fight him. “I’m not Robin,” he said, “I’m…” he didn’t think of another name. Ugh, this was more complicated than it needed to be.

“Huh,” she said, heading over to the display case, “This city sure has a lot of teenage ninja fighters, doesn’t it? Is ninja appropriative? Hmm, will have to think on that.”

She picked up a diamond ring from the display case and headed for the door. “Put that down!” Damian yelled at her, lifting his sword up.

“What, are you going to kill me for one ring?” She said, holding it, “Kinda overkill, don’t you think, Blackbird?”

Damian put his sword up to her, blocking the exit. “I’m not going to kill you, I’m just going to stop you,” he said, determined, but then her words sank in. “Blackbird?”

“Well, I’ve got to call you something, isn’t that how these superhero fights all go?” She stepped forward out of the fog, a girl about his age with a white painted face, lips painted into a heart, and bright orange and pink eyeshadow. “I’m Commedia, the hero of funny, the dancing clown, the laughing knight, etc etc.” she said, “im still working on my name too.”

She did a fancy twirl, getting out of range of Damian’s sword, which he countered to block her from the entrance again. “Oh, you like to dance?” she said.

“Clown, huh?” he said, staring her down, “You work for the joker?”

She laughed, high pitched and sweet, “Very much no,” she said, twirling again through the store, “Though I understand the confusion. No, Joker is...well, a joke. He’s not even registered in the clown registry.”

“There’s a clown registry?” He swung his sword.

This time, it came to a stop, with a matching jingle. He frowned, and saw it was a tambourine that the woman had lifted and stopped the sword like a shield.

He stared at the girl, Commedia, in stunned silence. She smiled brightly at him. “Well, this has been fun. But I really ought to head out. Raincheck on that dance, Blackbird.”

With a spin and a jump, she made it past him and rushed out the door, throwing a pink flower behind. A gas filled up the room in her wake, obscuring the view. Damian unfortunately got a whiff before he could block his nose, but he knew a simple fog cloud scent when he smelled it.

Damian went back into the shadows before the police inevitably arrived. It did seem below his paygrade, fighting someone who only stole a single diamond ring. But it was even stranger for that fact. A strangely dressed clown woman engaging in very strange and specific crimes in Gotham screamed “beginning of a dangerous plot.”

He wanted to go in swinging as usual, then remembered that if his father heard anything about a young person with a sword threatening police, he might catch onto the fact Damian went out that night. So, he went with the subtle approach. Breaking into the jewelry store’s records.

He was glad he did. It turned out that ring in particular had a history. It had been bought, returned, bought again, and returned once more, all by the same man, a Matthew Crenshaw. A quick records search brought up that he was a simple caller at a center. Nothing special about him. But, he was tied to the ring, and that tied him to the girl, so that was his first stop.

He tracked down the apartment to find Matthew Crenshaw in the middle of a very strange day. Damien watched through the window as Matthew lay on the floor of his meager living room, looking up at Commedia herself. She held the ring out to him, offering. “Well come on, man! Take it!”

“I don’t…” he mumbled, “Who...who are you?!”

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said. “Come on, you said you wanted it! So take it!”

“That’s…” Matthew said, “That’s the ring that Jenny liked...that she…”

“That you said would make the perfect proposal!” She said, dancing around, “So? Here it is! Now you can propose for real!” she said, giving it to him.

He juggled it, nearly falling over. Commedia came rushing over, jumping through the window and onto the fire escape. “Alright, hands up,” Damian urged her.

She turned, smiling. “Why, Blackbird? We going on roller coaster?” She put her hands high in the air and swung around the fire escape ladder, “Weeeeee!”

Damian followed her, pointing his sword tip at her chest. “Stop,” he said, “What are you planning?”

“Well, I’m planning to go sneak up to that window up there so I can look in and see what Matty and Jenny have going on,” She said, “Wanna join--OH!”

Damian pressed his sword up to her neck. “Cut the games,” He said, “You’re up to something, I know it. So tell me.”

Commedia sighed, giving in. “Matthew doesn’t want to get married.”

“I...what?” Damian said, confused.

“Matthew Crenshaw, the guy up there,” Commedia said, “He’s a nice guy, and he cares for his girlfriend Jenny, sure. But she’s been pressuring him about getting married, even though he doesn’t really like the idea of getting married. He’s talked himself into saying that he needs the perfect ring, but when he bought it, he decided he couldn’t afford it, and gave it back. So, I got it for him.”

Damian’s scowl only deepened as she kept talking. “Who’s he to you?”

She tilted her head, confused. “He cold called me to try and offer me a deal on car insurance.”

Damian put down the sword. He just. She said it so sincerely. “Who ARE you?” He demanded, now out of confusion more than anger.

She smiled brightly once more. “Why, I’m Commedia! The hero clown, the dancing--”

“Yeah, you said all that before, but like,” He sighed, “Why?”

Commedia’s smile fell down to something simple and kind. She offered a hand to him.

Hesitant, curious, and just...confused, he took it.

She led him to the other window, where they saw Jenny walking through the door. She gasped and ran to Matthew. “Oh, Matt! Matt, yes! Yes, I do, I do, I never thought this day would come! Oh gosh, I gotta call my mom, I’ve got a few dresses all picked out. You’ll see, it’ll be a huge party with everyone we know and-”

“Jenny,” he said, “Jenny wait, I...you know I don’t...I’m not comfortable with crowds and...and I don’t--

“But it’s MY DAY!” Jenny wailed, “You wouldn’t take MY day from me, would you?”

“C’mon,” Commedia muttered.

“Please, Jen,” Matt continued, “Look it’s just...if, if we did get married, shouldn’t--wouldn’t it be my day too?”

“Oh come ON, Matt,” Jenny said, walking to the counter, “We both know I’m the one who knows what’s best for you. It’ll be good! You’ll finally get to shine, and if you don’t like it, you’ll have ME there to take the rest of the spotlight!”

Matt’s hands balled into fists, and his face set, “No.”

“What?” Jenny said, incredulous.

“I’ve had it! I’m tired of-of you telling me what I like and what I don’t!” his lip trembled as he stood up. “I knew I was hesitant, but I didn’t know why! Now I see it’s becasue I didn’t want you in the rest of my life!”

“Hey now,” Jenny said, “Matt, calm down--”

“Get out of my house!” Matt went to the open window Commedia left behind and tossed out the ring.

“Whoopsies,” Commedia said and dropped away. Damian, confused, dropped down after her.

She picked the ring up from the ground and held it out to Damian. “I trust you can get this back to the jewelry store.”

“So, all of that…” he said, “was to help a guy get out of a bad relationship? That you barely knew?”

“He sounded sad on the phone,” Commedia said, “Made me curious.”

Damian scoffed, staring at her. “Who ARE you?”

She chuckled. “My guess is you’ll find out sooner or later,” she said, “So I’ll pick later, for now. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, Blackbird.”

She took out another flower. This one shot off into the distance like a grappling hook, and pulled her twirling into the night.

Damian could have followed her, maybe. But, holding the ring in his hands, he didn’t see much need to.

Across town, Batman was called to a bank robbery in the middle of the night. Inside, however, he didn’t find the vault broken in, and nothing stolen, other than a number of complimentary lollipops. “You know there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Aw, Come on Bats!” Harley said, swinging from the ceiling with one of the lollipops in her mouth, “Ain’t this a classic? Brings me back to the old days.”

“Oh, you’ve stopped doing crime then?” He said, leaning back and looking up at her, “News to me.”

Harley flipped down in front of him. “Batsy, you know I’m tryin’! I do good, is it a crime to have a little fun while I do it?”

“If you hurt people, yes.” Batman said.

Harley deflated. “I haven’t done that in a while now. I’m goin through some life changes.”

Batman hummed, staring down at her. “I’m guessing this is about the small clown that has been reported around town recently doing strange acts of minor crimes to help people?”

Harley brightened again, balancing on the teller counter. “She’s my new apprentice! A bit of a goody-two-shoes, but I’m doing my best to train her.” She did a handstand, “I came to ask for some advice at raising child soldiers, considering you have so much experience.”

Batman always scowled, but it seemed his scowl deepened on that. “I help some people come to terms with terrible things that have happened to them, and teach them to be a force of good in the world instead of falling to the world’s darkness.” He thought back on his children, “It doesn’t always work.”

Harley laughed, “No kidding,” she said. She sighed, thinking. “To be honest, Commedia is already pretty good. I can’t claim credit for that.” She rocked back and forth, feeling uneasy.

Batman approached, slow so as not to scare her. “Well, we both know she didn’t get it from her father.”

Her face was already white, but she blanched further. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, “She’s my niece, she ran from home so I’m taking care of her and-”

“Harley,” Batman stopped her rambling, “I’m a detective, remember?”

She frowned, shaking at him. “He doesn’t know,” she said, “No one knows, she...she’s never met him and I don’t want her to I--”

Batman held up his hands, stopping her again. “I know,” he said, “I understand, really. And I’ll help.”

She blinked up at him, smiling. “Really?”

Batman nodded. “I’ll help you protect her. As for advice....if you ever figure out a perfect way to raise masked vigilantes, let me know. I mostly just do the best I can, and make sure they can do a proper spin-kick if they need to.”

Harley snorted. “I’ll make a note of that.” She grabbed the box of free lollies on the counter, “I am going to be robbing these though, and you can’t stop me.”

She headed for the back entrance and away. “Harley,” Batman called her again, and she froze, “The year you were gone, when you disappeared and suddenly your sister had a child she wasn’t pregnant with. I want you to know, I noticed.”

Harley smiled, turning, “Thanks Bats-” When she turned, he was gone. “And people call me a drama queen.”

[writingbakery]

“so hard to ignore ya’ [‘specially when im smoking, swim]”

title & slight inspiration from swim, by chase atlantic. a very nasty lil threeway i’ve reworked to fit new characters, enjoy ✨ taglist; @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @redbeanteax @theleaningtowerofpizazz @mothwithteeth @bakugou-katsukisgf @lordexplosionsextra @deadassqueeraf 

[pairing; katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima]

[warnings; mentions of drugs & alcohol, rough sex, threesome, degrading language, shotgunning, semi-public sex, car sex, everyone is sober enough to consent]

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you’ve always been a handful.

insatiable, unstoppable, over energetic with a refractory period so short it almost hurt & a smile that made everyone weak in the knees.

a handful.

you’re a shameless flirt, all sultry glances & hooded eyes to whoever managed to pique your interest. you’re a bar fairy to the tips of your toes, flitting from spot to spot with a mouthful of cheap liquor & a goal in mind; someone to take home.

most of your little conquests end up being one night stands, something you’re not ashamed of; you like sex, & sex likes you. you’re young, pretty, & having fun, nothing wrong with that. but most of your chosen partners don’t last more than a night, don’t have the drive nor the stamina to keep up with you, & it’s starting to wear a little on your resolve.

you’re not expecting to marry any of your little trysts, obviously not, but having them stick around for more than a great night & a sloppy morning handjob would be nice. still, you think, it could be worse.

you could be stuck in a dry spell.

you make your way over to one of your favorites, the infinity lounge & bar, to try your luck for the night; you know you’re gonna score, but you like to make a game of it.

tonight’s objective is clear, even with the two quick vodka shots & half drunk beer in your system - you’ve always been good about holding your liquor. you’re gonna find the hottest guy in here, & you’re gonna fuck his brains out.

simple.

there’s rules to the game, still. you can’t make it too easy, or too hard. the game’s no fun if you win too fast, & it’s no fun with blue balls.

you scan the surrounding crowd, eyes jumping from face to face. rule number one; not too much bigger than you. you prefer lean, corded strength, the hidden challenge of drawing that roughness out of them. it’s also just safer, makes it easier to escape an… unpleasant situation.

rule number two; not too shitfaced. you were a firm believer in consent, no matter what, & you definitely don’t want to clean puke out of your more tender areas - one awful night had confirmed that it wasn’t a good feeling.

rule number three; no experiments. stick to the comfort zone, the things you like. waking up regretful is never the goal.

your eyes rest on a tattooed, tanned shoulder; trailing up to a cut jaw, a sunshine smile, & a face that could melt stone, even with the piercings poking through his nose, lip & eyebrow. a perfect combination of sexy & sweetheart. you smirk.

objective spotted.

you slip through the crowd like water, fluidly weaving between sweaty, moving bodies until you’re right in front of mr. sunshine-and-tattoos, smile soft & demure.

“hi!” you call, stand on tiptoe to be heard over the music & bless him, sunshine just wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you in gently to be able to hear you. you bite your lip, eyes softened just so as you ask the taller man to dance, & you can see it in the appreciative look you get in kind, the simple, smiling nod.

you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger already, & you haven’t even started.

turning so that you’re flush against the other’s solid chest, you wiggle a little, half to adjust & half to tease, before letting the music overtake you. sunshine brings large, warm hands to rest on the bare skin at your waist, & he smirks at nothing in particular.

and then you start dancing.

you know these particular ripped jeans are serving you well, ass cupped tight & snug by the fabric & the fishnets underneath give you a little edge. the cropped shirt you’d tied just above your belly button exposes soft skin that sunshine seems to love having his hands on, & you thank whatever god might be listening for body shimmer lotion, the tops of your breasts glimmering in the low bar light.

you look delicious. sunshine definitely wants to eat you.

you start off slow, don’t wanna overdo it: grinding is an art form, & you are a master. you push back in time with the bass, hips swaying just so, & sunshine’s grip tightens.

perfect.

using that as a green light, you bend, ass up perfectly against the others crotch as you sway & grind to the music. sunshine is appreciative, keeps you close & tugs you up by the hips after a few heady minutes. he's got his lips just under your ear, pressing little hot, open mouthed kisses to the skin there & you simply lean back, expose more & more skin to be kissed.

it’s like the entirety of the dance floor has slimmed down to just the two of you, hot & heavy & just fucking right & all you can feel are hands on your waist & lips on your skin, the music pouring through every inch of you. it’s addictive, hooking.

perfect.

the song melts into another, then another, until your skin glistens with sweat & you can feel sunshine’s hardness pressed up against the curve of your ass. you take a breath, steady yourself before pulling away, lacing your fingers in the taller man’s & leading him away from the noisy crowd.

“i’m [[y/n],” you finally say, a satisfied little smirk on your lips. sunshine’s passed all the tests so far, & you’re eager to take him home.

“i’m kirishima, kirishima eijiro, & i really, really wanna smoke you out,” the other replies, a lazy smile mirroring yours & it makes you a little weak in the knees.

just a little. not that you’d tell him that.

instead, you cock his head, the portrait of innocence at eijiro’s remark. “oh really? you got a good dealer?” you ask coyly, & usually you don’t smoke with strangers, but you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.

“the best,” eijiro promises, his smile growing ever wider. “he’s a friend of mine.”

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eijiro’s dealer friend ends up being in the lot just behind the club, finishing up a quick exchange & you let the taller man lead the way. in the glint of the moonlight you admire him properly, eye the lean muscles of his arms through his sleeveless tank & the dark swirls of ink decorating them. you’re too busy watching the way his lip piercing reflects the sheen of the streetlights to realize you’ve stopped walking, picture it catching along your clit—

you pull yourself out of those thoughts. not yet.

the game’s still going.

you’ve got the upper hand right now, have the whole night & you trail a slim hand up eijiro’s spine, feel him shiver at the touch. you like winning.

and then eijiro’s dealer steps out of the car, & you stop breathing for a second.

if eijiro is sunshine & sex, this man is downright sin.

broody looking & angry, he’s dressed a little more polished than eijiro, a leather jacket accompanied by ripped black jeans & a matching t-shirt. even with all the clothes, you can see the beginnings of colorful tattoos at his neck, dipping past the collar of his shirt & sprawling over his large hands.

beside him, eijiro smirks. you pull yourself together.

“katsuki!” eijiro cheers, slinging an arm around the other’s neck. the slightly shorter, yet broader man just scowls playfully, shoving off his arm & rolling his eyes.

“you saw me this morning, eiji, fuck off,” he says good naturedly, before his eyes drift over to you. “new friend?”

“of sorts,” eijiro smirks, slips a hand in your back pocket & you’ve got the presence of mind to blush a little, play it coy. katsuki just smirks, expression mirroring eijiro’s before he opens the back door to his truck - nice & roomy, you think - & waves a hand.

“in that case, mind if i join? i’ve got the good shit, & it’s on me,” he offers, & the innuendo just brings more heat to your face. you’re a little out of your element, a little off-balance; you can handle two men just fine, but two men this ungodly handsome is a little overwhelming.

still, the thought of fucking the both of them high, in the back of a truck, is the culmination of several of your wet dreams, & you easily follow eijiro inside.

the seats are plush leather, wide & spacious & you find yourself right between them, eijiro’s hand on your thigh & katsuki’s leg against your own. you watch as katsuki deftly rolls two neat, fat blunts, the smell of the weed strong in the air.

eijiro gets the first hit, the easy flick of a lighter filling the backseat with hazy smoke & you’re in awe at the way his cheeks hollow out, accentuating his already sharp jawline. he slips it to you next, holds it to your mouth & finally, you think, a little smirk hovering at the corners of your mouth. you can get a leg up.

pouting your lips out just so, you take the blunt between them easily, hollow out your cheeks as you suck in the smoke & you know you look a sight, cheeks a little flushed, hair swept over your forehead & your mouth pouted over the blunt so pretty. you lean back when you exhale, send a few even smoke rings up & you’ve got their full attention now, katsuki’s hand slipping up your leg to rest on your other thigh.

katsuki takes the blunt next, eyes never leaving eijiro’s as he inhales & it’s like some silent sort of agreement, some unspoken deal. you repress the shiver you get when eijiro smiles down at you, a little predatory, a little hungry.

they finish the first blunt with nothing more than a few lingering stares, eijiro & katsuki never moving their hands from your thighs & you’re already feeling floaty, a little loose, but still coherent.

katsuki sparks up the second blunt but pauses before he passes it to you, cups your jaw in one hand gently to tilt your head up. “inhale & hold it, baby,” he murmurs, but his voice is firm & low; it isn’t a question.

you do as you’re told, suck in the smoke & keep your mouth closed as katsuki turns your head towards eijiro with the same hand, gentle but firm. “hold it in baby, that’s right. give it to eijiro, like a good girl,” he says, right in your ear & you nearly whine at the proximity. you press your mouth to eiji’s without questioning, let the taller lick into your mouth easily & suck all the smoke from you with another small whine. your cheeks are flushed when eijiro pulls away to blow it out, lips pouted in the foggy interior.

katsuki smirks.

“what, baby? not enough for you? come here,” & he’s taking a slow drag off the blunt before tugging you closer, slotting your mouths together & breathing in the smoke. you can barely focus on exhaling, mouth turning up into another pout as katsuki pulls away & you whine again, high & needy in the back of your throat. eijiro slips his arms around your waist then, pulls you back into his lap & leans against the door of the truck to mouth at your neck softly.

“tell us what you want, baby,” he mumbles into your heated skin, katsuki watching you both. he’s got his hands on your thighs while eijiro slips cool fingers under your shirt, flicking over your nipples through your mesh bra to make you whine again.

“want you, both of you,” you whine out, back arching at eijiro teasing touch, & katsuki snaps.

pushing forward to crowd you against eijiro’s chest, katsuki kisses you hard, lips pressed together like he can’t get enough of you. one hand rests at the back of your neck, forcing your head up to lick into your mouth easily, eijiro nipping & sucking down the length of your throat to make you whine into katsuki’s mouth. you’re trapped between them, rutting your hips up against katsuki’s & back into eijiro’s lap as you kiss, sloppy & heady & wet.

eijiro lets you rut between them for a little, lets you work yourself up until you’re whining & whimpering against katsuki’s lips, silently asking for more. he presses down on your waist with one hand, the other deftly undoing the button of your jeans. katsuki pulls off of your mouth just long enough to help eijiro wiggle your jeans down, a low growl building in his throat at the sight of you on eijiro’s lap in just fishnets, no panties.

“naughty, aren’t we? someone wanted to get fucked tonight,” katsuki hums, pressing lightly against your already soaked cunt with the palm of his hand, chasing down your moans with his mouth once more. “prep her,” he tells eijiro over the top of your head, tossing him a little bottle of lube from the glove compartment before kissing him, a little wet & messy before kissing you again.

eijiro slicks his fingers up, traces around your swollen clit once, twice before pressing inside you with his middle finger, groaning low at the feeling of your tight heat around him. “next time i’m eating you out,” he swears under his breath, & katsuki mumbles his agreement as he swallows your moans & whimpers, tongue licking into your mouth relentlessly.

you like the sound of a “next time”, moan a little louder into katsuki’s mouth as you fumble with his jeans & he takes pity on you, helps you kick them down so you can palm at his cock, hard & heavy in his boxers. “i wanna fuck her first,” he tells eijiro, voice rough as you squeeze his cock in one hand & you whine at that, like that they're talking about you like you’re not there.

“gonna fuck her loose & sloppy for me?” eijiro teases, pressing in a second finger just to hear you moan, & katsuki grins.

“of course, eiji,” he smirks, leans over you to kiss him again, making you whine between them.

“what, baby? you not getting enough attention? you've got your hands on my cock & eijiro’s fingers inside you, don’t be greedy,” katsuki chastises & you just whine, hot & needy.

eijiro’s got three fingers pressed inside you by the time katsuki’s rolled on a condom, kicking off his jeans & slicking himself up. he’s got the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, eyes dark with want & you arch in pleasure, eijiro’s fingers just barely brushing against your sweet spot as he scissors you open. you’re so gone you can barely register yourself begging, a steady stream of “please please please” slipping past your lips as eijiro pulls out his fingers, shifting you lower on his lap to help katsuki line up with your slick hole.

katsuki’s big, cock long & thick & wet with lube as he pushes in, slowly sinking into you with a low groan. eijiro kisses him over your shoulder, rubs gentle circles into your hips to ease you both into it, little whines filling the smoky air.

katsuki’s patient though, alternates between kissing eijiro & whispering praises into your ear - “doing so well for me, sweetheart, taking me so well, such a good girl” - until you’re ready for katsuki to move, pushing back against his cock with another needy whimper. katsuki’s hips don’t slow after that, slamming into you so forcefully the car shakes, windows fogged & steamy.

he’s cursing & moaning under his breath, hips slapping against the fat of your ass with every thrust & eijiro’s got his hands all over your body, caressing your nipples, toying with your clit, pinching your hips. he’s muttering a steady stream of praise in your ear, mouthing kisses along your flushed skin - “you’re taking katsuki’s cock so well, princess, gonna come? come on katsuki’s cock, sweetheart, so i can fuck you” - & you’re barely holding on, nails digging into katsuki’s clothed back & messy whimpers escaping you with every thrust.

katsuki stops, pushes your legs up close to your chest & thrusts hard, cock hitting your sweet spot head on & you keen, eyes rolling back in your head as you come all over his cock, legs twitching as katsuki fucks into you harder. your walls clench up as you cum & you milks katsuki’s cock, whine into his mouth as he kisses you & his hips still, stuttering into you as he comes in the condom. eijiro kisses katsuki through it, peppers little bites onto your shoulder until katsuki’s pulling out, tying off the condom & pulling you against his chest to let eijiro sit up.

they switch positions easily, you on katsuki’s chest as he leans against the door & eijiro kneeling between your spread legs, hands massaging your ass cheeks gently. “think you can take me, baby? not too sore?” eijiro checks, & it makes something inside you go warm, a little soft. you nod quickly, turning so that you can kiss eijiro over your shoulder. “want you too,” you whine, wiggling your ass for extra emphasis, & eijiro just laughs as he tugs open his jeans.

katsuki kisses you softly when eijiro pushes in, keeps your legs spread for him to make the press in easier. it stings a little, your body over-sensitive but you like it, kissing katsuki until eijiro’s fully inside. you push back against him almost immediately, whimpering a little against katsuki’s lips until eijiro starts fucking you in earnest, hands tight on your hips.

if katsuki was quiet when you fucked, low moans & growls, then eijiro is mouthy. he doesn’t stop praising you, keeps pressing kisses to your sweaty skin & whispering “good girl, such a good girl, so pretty like this baby, fucked open on my cock” & it only makes your orgasm build faster. the familiar tightness pools in your stomach, makes your whines even more desperate & katsuki’s pressing kisses wherever he can reach, eyes stuck on where eijiro’s cock keeps disappearing inside you.

it’s all too much & not enough at once, & you’re whimpering once, twice, three times before you come all over eijiro’s cock & katsuki, slumped over the other man’s body as eijiro keeps fucking you. it doesn’t take the taller much longer to come, the tight heat of your walls & the breathy, whiny little moans sending him right over the edge as he spills into the condom.

you’re boneless, fucked into a soft sort of haziness & there’s tears in your eyes - good ones, definitely good ones - as the pair of them sit you up, wiping you down & cooing in your ear about how good you were, how pretty & perfect. they pull your jeans back on, tuck your shirt down before pulling their own pants back on. katsuki is the first to speak, voice low & soft.

“you guys wanna get milkshakes? there’s a 24 hour diner around the block,” he asks, & you can see the hint of a blush on his cheeks, a little shyness to his smile like he wasn’t fucking you senseless twenty minutes prior.

eijiro stretches behind you, the bright smile back full force on his face. “i’m down, i’ll pay. since you so generously smoked us out for free,” he smirks, & you can’t help your giggle.

“let’s do it,” you find himself agreeing, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips, & they both smile back at you, a mess of limbs & sweaty bodies on cool leather.

this definitely wasn’t how you saw your night going, you think as you all squeeze into a booth at the diner ten minutes later, katsuki by the window with an arm around your waist, eijiro at the end doing the same. they squish you in between them, kiss at your flushed cheeks & coo over you as they flick through a menu & yeah, you really didn’t see this coming.

i definitely won, you think smugly when eijiro feeds you the cherry off his shake, katsuki darting forward to lick the whipped cream off your lips.

definitely.

[roman---empyre]

Stunt Double pt.29

Earn your food, learn how to live alone, i found the burst near the morsal and chrome near a meal, soon my pretty we will consume, im looking for a beloved first, holographic locust dont need firearms though, know,

How to say doe, sing with the ringing in your ears and settle fears that approach and leave a borach near the beachs sand,

Todays parable, how to leave the promised holy abundant fairy tale land,

The step to avoid is the initiation of the lost boys, im just a child in the body of a man,perhaps we all are kids somewhere,somehow always not,

How did you slur perhaps and turn adjacent into a lie, nothing comes before us and sin, sin is everywhere except in you, i wish, i said as we jumped down the waterfall of Eden,

I found song in the droplets hitting my face, i found God in the moments that have been erased and i know, i know all about you now, the face of uncertainty,

Im not, l am, im not l, i am i, everything we see is us, thank you God for the line, blessed from below, above, left right and no, no one can see our certainty,

Together we wear masks of vanity and claim insanity when they question,

How perturbed is your face when i say i love you, you brought a soul out of me, everything leads to this, the sky,

The sea,

Holographic insecticide is necessary, we come,

Today.

~Holographic Locust

[haikyuuthots]

hi 😊 i really like your writing and i was wondering if i could request 2:16 with sakusa 👉👈 i hope you're doing well and staying hydrated 🥺

“You don’t need no free time. That’s you and me time.”

P*$$Y Fairy (OTW) by Jhene Aiko

Pairing: Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Word count: 383

Sakusa has been extremely busy with volleyball with the tournament coming up soon. It’s true you haven’t seen him as much as you wished but you understood completely he had to focus on perfecting his skill for the game.

He missed you just as much as you missed him, and was only looking forward to having enough time to spend with you. After almost 5 days without seeing each other you get a text from your boyfriend

“Hey, you free today? I miss you.”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You missed him so much, all you wanted to do these days apart was to see him.

“I miss you too!!! 🥺 I am free, let’s hang out pls.”

“ I’ll head over in 10 minutes.”

“Wait, don’t you have practice today?”

“Coach gave us a day off to rest, so I wanna see you.”

“Kk, I’ll see you in 10 then.”

You set your phone down on your bed to put a cute outfit on and get ready to see your boyfriend. After what almost felt like 15 minutes you hear your doorbell ring. You open your door and you see Sakusa standing there face mask and all, with a bag of treats in his hand.

You want to smother him in kisses, but before you do you have to make sure Sakusa is comfortable enough to receive them. (The life of dating a germaphobe)

“You washed your hands right?”

“Of course I did baby. I knew you were coming.”

Sakusa walks towards you and pulls you into a giant hug. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too. Oooo what’d you bring???” You’re referring to the snacks in his hand.

“I brought your favorite ice cream and snacks . Thought we could watch a movie and eat em.”

You smile from ear to ear extremely happy to be with your boyfriend. As you begin walking towards your room, you break the subtle silence

“Im glad you choose to spend your free time with me, Oomi. It makes me really happy.” You shyly blurt out

He looks at you and let’s out a small laugh “my free time is you and me time babe.”

You can’t help but smile at his words. You were in love with him, there was no doubt about it.

A/n: hahah this song is so explicit, when I saw it I was like yikes I can’t write smut but then I managed to get the least explicit line. Anyway, enjoy reading!!! Thank u anon, I hope you’re taking care of yourself as well 💘💘

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Reader - soulmate au! lost things

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A soulmate. Something everyone had, whether they be on the Isle or in Auradon. You had watched your mom and dad hand things the other had lost back to each other, either be a pen or a full stack of papers.

Oh, did I forget to mention? Soulmates found whatever the other lost. So say one lost their phone? The other would find it moments later.

Sometimes appearing mid-air and dropping into your hands. Your mom had once lost her wedding ring when she was cooking, your dad decided to be all dorky and “propose” all over again.

It was one of your fondest memories of them, it always filled you with the hope that one day, maybe you and your soulmate would be that way.

Speaking of your soulmate.

A pair of headphones appeared out of the corner of your eye. You smiled and picked them up, examining them.

They were a dark red with black leather for the ear cushions, little silver and gold bits and bobs decorated the headband and outer shell of the speakers, a small cross bone skull painted on the left ear.

You knew for a while that your soulmate was and isle kid, from the state of the items he lost. Always run down or used, broken, worn down, and sometimes, things you had “lost” before that he had lost again.

Like this pair of headphones, it was a pair of headphones you had bought last month and “lost” them, and now soulmate had lost them again.

You tossed them onto your bed and continued to work, knowing you would soon forget about them and they would return to your soulmate.

=

Harry growled in frustration as he tore through his room for his headphones. “goddamnit!” he yelled, tossing up his pillows, hearing them thud on the ground behind him a moment later.

“where the hell are meh headphones!?!” Harriet rolled her eyes behind him, messing with the threads of her new shirt (mostly new, her soulmate had lost it recently)

“yeh dolt it's with yer soulmate, yeh will get it back soon jus’ wait” she muttered, sneering as Harry turned to her and stuck his tongue out.

“shut up Hettie” he jeered back, grabbing his discarded pillows and tossing them back on his bed.

Somehow throughout the years, his soulmate had lost a lot of of….comfortable things, like soft fluffy pillows, blankets, hoodies, and even a full bag of food!

Sometimes he thought his soulmate purposely lost things to give him stuff. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t starving to death or sleeping on a lump of stone for a mattress so he wouldn’t complain.

“harry” he looked at his sister, pressing his lips together and shrugging.

“what” he stressed, eyes drifting to where she was pointing.

There on his dresser was his headphones, though they weren’t there a moment ago “told ya”

Harry glared at her and snatched them off his dresser, tossing them around his neck and stomping out of his room.

=

“(y/n) I swear I can't find my new shirt! I just got it last week!” Audrey whined about her shirt, it was a non-expensive one but it was comfortable and breathable. You sighed through the phone.

“Audrey, if you can't find it, your soulmate has it, so just chill okay?”

She sighed “I know I know but that was a good shirt!”

“just buy another one?” you suggested, knowing she could easily do that.

“but that was-what the-oh” you heard something in the background and you sat up.

“new thing?”

“uh…yeah? It’s a ….bracelet?”

“whats it looks like?” you trapped your phone between your cheek and neck, continuing to work on your essay.

“silver, bunch of….piraty things on it? Is the best way to describe it I guess, and some red gems on it too”

“sounds cool” you laughed, setting your phone down and turning on speakerphone. “so hows you “vacation” going?”

“pretty good, I got my hair done”

“I saw, it looks dope” you complimented. Audrey hummed back.,

“I like it too, so anything new for you?”

“yeah, headphones, and a ring” you glanced at the red ruby ring on your desk, the teeth of the skull clamping around the jewel” “so you’re sure its an isle kid?”

“has to be, everything they lose is used, the only thing that was relatively new was stuff I lost”

“hmmm, well you know I really don’t like isle kids”

“correction, you don’t like Mal” you interrupted quickly, knowing she liked Evie to an extent and Carlos and Jay weren’t really on her radar.

“yeah yeah, but if they are an isle kid I won't be mean, if it's your soulmate it's your soulmate!”

“same for you Aud” you teased, her lost things were also very…isle like, but she constantly denied it.

“oh shut up”

You glanced at your clock and sighed “I gotta go, I have a thing to do”

“im guessing cotillion?” Audrey muttered.

“yeah, sorry Aud”

“its fine, its not your fault Ben was spelled”

“I know, but still” you murmured, saving your essay and closing your laptop “alright I really gotta go!”

“bye! Talk to you later kisses!” she made a kiss sound and hung up, leaving you to get to jane to help plan cotillion.

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You jumped as Lonnie burst into your room, speaking quickly “bens on the isle kidnapped by pirates and I need your help to convince Jay and Carlos to let us help!”

You stayed silent as you processed her words before leaping out of bed and quickly getting dressed.

“let's go!” you grabbed your sword and ran out with Lonnie,  running around to the front.

“we’re coming with you guys” Lonnie stated, surprising  Jay and Carlos, the two boys laughed nervously.

“what? We don’t need swords at the…..waffle hut?” Carlos's smile dropped and he slowly turned his head to look at jay.

“really?”

“look its either you take us or….we’re gonna have to tell fairy godmother” jay and claros glanced at each other and sighed.

“alright, but (y/n) do you eve-“

You snorted and lifted up your arm, revealing the P tattoo you had gotten a couple of years back In honor of your uncle jack.

“There are some things I haven't told you guys” you laughed, pushing past them and heading to the limo.

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Harry raised his brow as beasty boy kept glancing at his wrist “what are yeh lookin’ at beasty” he huffed, pointing his hook at him.

“…that bracelet looks very familiar for some reason” Ben muttered, squinting at the red and (f/c) beaded bracelet.

“so wha’ its meh soulmates” Harry rolled his eyes, turning around and strutting around the mainmast.

Bens eyes widened, that’s where he recognized it, it was (y/n)s! maybe-

“Finally!!!” ben was ripped from the mast, and pushed to the plank. “so lets get this started shall we!!” Ben looked to the group had arrived, relieved to see you among them.

No matter how pirate someone was, it was hard to beat the daughter of the king of pirates after all.

(y/n) turner.

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You glanced around, some of these guys were hardly holding their swords correctly. You kept your sword behind your back since Mal had said to keep them hidden so Uma didn’t know anything was up.

Soon, mal passed the wand to uma, ben being handed back to her. As the pirates yelled in victory, you locked eyes with the tall red-coated boy, his bright ocean blue eyes sending a shock down your spine.

‘the hell’ you thought to your self, shaking your head, about to run back to the tunnel when uma screamed and broke the “wand”

“NO!” your eyes widened, watching as Uma drew her sword “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!” Carlos dug out the smoke bombs and launched them at the pirates.

You sighed, drawing your sword and flipping it in your hand, cringing as mal fumbled to grip ber sword correctly.

“mal space your fingers and move your thumb to the right!”

You leaped down the deck, landing in a crouch next to mal. “you focus on ben, ill handle any that come” mal looked startled but obeyed, running up the deck to get to ben.

Uma locked eyes with you, pointing her sword at you “get her!”

You smirked, twisting around and dodging several pirates blades, heh, your baby cousin could fight better than these goons.

Uam huffed, deciding to deal with you herself. You smirked as she ran at you, easily blocking and parrying her attacks.

She was quite good, possibly taught by one of the OG pirates that lived on the isle, but still.

She couldn’t best you. You disarmed her and tripped her, wincing slightly as she hit the deck with a loud smack.

“who the hell-“ her eyes widened as she caught sight of your wrist. You smirked.

“honor among thieves young captain” you purred, embedding her cutlass beside her head. As you ran to head back to the tunnel, something appeared mid-air.

A silver hook.

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…

…

Oddest fucking timing you got ain't cha soulmate??? You ignored it, strapping the hook to your belt loops and running, not seeing umas jaw drop as that entire event happened.

“holy shit” she muttered, jumping as Harry popped up behind her and growled.

“I lost meh hook!”

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Later in the limo, Evie finally caught sight of the hook, her eyes widening “h-how did you get Harrys hook? You never fought with him??”

“Harry who?” you muttered confused, grabbing the hook from your waist and holding it up “wait was this Harry apart of the battle?”

“yes! He was uma first mate! The one with the red coat!” Evie stressed.

You were silent for a moment before facepalming “this popped out of the air just as we were leaving.”

“oh shit” the car sounded back, Harry Hook was your soulmate.

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A year later, the hook still sat on your dresser, delicately placed in a display case, and polished every week.

You had been unable to forget about it, unable to send it back to harry. So you kept it, not being able to go to the isle and give it back personally.

Until one day.

You dove underwater, glaring back up at the surface as you saw Audrey disappear.

You were really glad you followed your gut and took the hook with you to Janes birthday party.

Breaching the surface you took heavy breathes, swimming to the edge and lifting yourself up onto the grotto.

“come on, we gotta warn the others!” you lifted jane out of the pool.

“you go do that, I have to get my stuff!” you took your bike back to the dorms, changing out of your wet party clothes and into your gear.

You slid your loose leather jacket up to just below your elbow, putting on your gloves and ring.

Black pants with reinforced knees, calf-length steel toe boots, and your sword, hook once more on your belt loop.

As you stepped out of the dorms, you locked eyes with the vks.

“hey” you yelled out, smirking as they all jumped. “where the hell have you all been??”

“uh, getting hades ember???” mal looked you up and down, raising her brows “why are you dressed like that?”

“because I can” you snorted, locking eyes with harry “hey, I think this is yours” unhooking the hook, tossing it to harry.

He fumbled to catch it, jaw-dropping as he realized what it was “how-when did yeh get me…..oh…OH!” his cheeks turned pink, looking away from you and into his shoulder.

“yep, how’d you lose it in the first place?” you asked, watching as Harry glared at jay. “ah, gotcha” you snorted, following the group out as they had decided to go to the castle.

=

You smiled as the bridge began to build, your parents just behind you, hands on your shoulders. “you ready (y/n)” your mom asked, brushing a piece of cake off your cheek,

“yeah, and I think you guys will like him” you snickered. Your parents looked at each other, smiles on their faces.

“and why is that?”

“hes a pirate” you laughed, watching as Harry stepped over the bridge/Auradon border and locked eyes with you, a bright smile on his lips. He started to walk over to you.

“like mother like daughter” your dad laughed, grinning widely as you ran forward into Harry's arms.

“found yeh” Harry laughed, nuzzling his cheek into your hair, holding you tightly to his chest.

“I think our daughters in good hands” your mom hummed, intertwining hands with Will and walking over to greet harry.

you turned, smirking as you saw a black haired pirate girl hang Audrey recently lost necklace in front of her, Audrey cheeks Turing dark and she buried her face in her hands.

“wait Hetties soulmate is Audrey?....whoa” harry laughed, watching as his sister kissed the princesses forehead.

“i knew it” you chuckled, taking Harry arm and dragging him to meet your parents half way. “i never told you who my parents were right?”

“no?”

“yeah my moms Elizabeth Swan and my dads Will Turner.”

“WHAT?!”

---the end---

-this isn’t my best but I just had to get this idea out of my head, inspired by tik tok POVs with this au, might do a more in depth version of this--

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This is a Harry Styles imagine that contains a lot of angst and is like my Ben Hardy imagine ‘I want a baby’ because I couldn’t decide who to write it for so I did both. I hope you will all enjoy it, feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: Harry and (Y/n) try for a baby but when he comes home one night, things take a very bad turn.

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He was finally home.

She could hear the sound of his shoes hitting the wall when dug his toes into the back of his shoe to kick it off his foot and into its rightful place up against the wall near to the front door. The usual thud of his jacket followed the sound of his shoes and the jingling of the many keys on his chain being dropped into the dish near the door.

She could only just hear his feet tapping against the floorboards that barely groaned under his feet. He always walked so light as if he was a fairy or weighed nothing at all and it made it harder for (Y/n) to know whereabouts he was in their home or when he got back. But (Y/n) did notice that when he was walking it was like he was walking in time with his heartbeat or a tune in his head and he was tapping out the rhythm with his feet as he walked.

(Y/n) didn't bother to open her eyes when she heard him getting closer and closer to their shared room, she decided to wait and see what he would do if he thought she was asleep. They both knew well enough that (Y/n) hardly ever went to sleep without him unless he was away on tour and even then it took her ages to finally get to sleep. It took a lot out of her to stop herself from smiling when the door opened and she could hear his slow breaths filling the room.

It was as if (Y/n) could actually feel his surprise when his eyes set on her and saw that she was sleeping even with the lamp turned on very low.

(Y/n) tensed her legs to stop them from moving and giving away the game that she wasn't really asleep, she had only been resting her tired eyes when Harry finally came home from a party she didn't fancy attending. She wasn't mad at him for staying out, Harry liked events and parties and it wasn't like he came home drunk or on drugs or angry or horrible. He always let her know roughly what time he would be home and he called if he was going to be staying late at the studio.

She could feel his weight pressing down on his side of the bed behind her and she could hear the little pops of the buttons on his shirt that he was taking off. (Y/n) felt the bed lift ever so lightly before quickly settling back down when he moved to take off his socks and trousers before climbing into bed behind her, still under the impression that she was asleep.

For a moment, (Y/n) thought Harry was just going to lie down and try to fall asleep since it took him a while to calm his mind enough to fall asleep. But his arm soon found its way around her waist and she could feel his chest pressing up against her back.

When a kiss was slowly pressed to the back of her neck, a smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and she had to fight to keep her eyes closed when he was making the blood rush to her head and her skin tickle. He kept lingering kisses against her neck before peppering open-mouthed kisses down the back of her neck and along to her shoulder causing (Y/n)'s smile to disappear so he would still think she was asleep. After a little while, his lips moved back up to her neck until he reached just under her jaw and she could feel his stubble tickling against her skin.

"I know you're awake." He murmured the words quietly against her skin, feeling the way the muscles in her neck pulled up when she swallowed before her eyes slowly fluttered open like butterfly wings. "I can practically hear your heartbeat." He added when he could see her questioning how he knew, but there was no smug tone to his voice like she thought there would have been.

(Y/n) lifted her hand from the bed to gently brush over Harry's cheek before her fingers trailed down to play with the ring settled neatly on his wedding finger. Out of all the rings Harry wore day in and day out, his silver wedding band had to be her favourite because it was the one that joined her to him. It was the ring that showed he loved her enough to commit himself to her.

"I missed you." (Y/n) twirled the ring around Harry's finger before she dared to lift her eyes and look up at him.

"Missed you too, s'not fun when you're not there." Harry's response was quiet but his words were tender and sweet as he trailed his kisses up her jaw before his hands moved and he slowly turned (Y/n) over so she was laying on her back instead of her side. Giving him the opportunity to move and lay over her, resting his weight on his forearms that were resting next to her shoulders, pinning her beneath him like she was his prey.

(Y/n)'s tired eyes looked up into his as he smiled sweetly, momentarily stopping his kisses so he could watch her play with his rings. The lazy smile on his lips and the look in his eyes told (Y/n) that he was drunk or at the very least he was tipsy, it took quite a few drinks to get Harry drunk.

"M'not going out without you again." Their voices didn't go above whispers but they had no need to speak any louder.

Harry's words made (Y/n) smile and caused her eyes to soften as she stared up at him. She did like going out to parties with him, but then again if she didn't go it meant he could come home after not seeing her all day and be affectionate like this. This was the usual routine if he was away all day and (Y/n) was still awake, he would come home and worm his way into her arms and never let her leave his embrace until the morning. He wrapped himself around her like a vine and she loved it.

Harry trailed his finger down (Y/n)'s cheek in a way that reminded her of a teardrop before he leaned down to steal a kiss from her lips. When he pulled up for air, his eyes narrowed and an inquisitive smile formed on his lips when he noticed the look in her eyes as she cupped his face. There was something on her mind or something that she wanted to tell him.

"I want a baby."

In her head that sounded much kinder and more of a conversation starter than a statement that she expected Harry to go along with. She didn't want to blurt it out like that but she also didn't want to beat about the bush this late at night.

(Y/n) could see the surprise in Harry's eyes and the smile on his lips at how blunt she was but he wasn't offended by it thankfully.

"Are you asking me or telling me, love?" Harry didn't really mind either way because it was clear (Y/n) wanted to talk about this, she wasn't just putting it out there and expecting him to go along with it. This was up for discussion so asking or telling him what she wanted wasn't an issue.

"Both... what do you think? I really want to try for a baby."

"I think that sounds like a great idea-" No more words could pass through Harry's lips before (Y/n) was pulling him down by his cheeks so she could press a bruising kiss to his lips.

Harry hadn't long come back from doing a world tour which meant that for the foreseeable future he wouldn't be jetting off anywhere other than a few interviews here and there. He was home and ready to take a break before thinking about getting on with another album. It was the perfect time to think about expanding their numbers and both of them had already agreed that they wanted a lot of kids in the near future.

(Y/n) couldn't help but hold her breath when Harry's lips moved from her own, down her chin and back down her neck. He felt the way her chest shuddered beneath his lips and how she kept taking short breaths and holding her breath for a long time like he was very used to by now. It was like she didn't know what he was going to do next and so held her breath in anticipation and he loved it. Harry loved having that hold over her and the ability to take her breath away without having to do very much.

When he started to pepper kisses down the valley of her breasts he could feel her stomach tensing and pulling inwards too as her hand knotted in his hair, needing something to hold on to.

"Let's have a baby."

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His socks padded quiet yet heavily against the soft carpet that felt like sand enveloping around his feet until he felt like he was going to slip beneath the floorboards and down into the living room below. There was nothing more he wanted than to strip from the constricting clothing he wore and to jump into bed with his wife.

Harry was rather surprised (Y/n) was in bed even though it was gone midnight. He'd been out at the studio since five o'clock in the afternoon because he'd had an idea that he wanted to work on with the band before the idea slipped from his mind. And Harry knew (Y/n) always waited up for him for as long as she could until she physically dropped. Something about sleeping on her own set her on edge, she had to have Harry there to get a proper nights sleep and he wasn't complaining, as long as (Y/n) was there Harry could sleep anywhere at any given time.

He tried to be as quiet as he could when he walked into their shared room and very slowly pushed the door shut so the hinges didn't squeak and giveaway what time he was coming home. Harry always tried to come home at a reasonable time because he wanted to spend as much time as he could with (Y/n), but sometimes he just couldn't help but let time slip away from him. He never liked being home this late, it made him feel bad if (Y/n) was waiting up for him and he felt even worse when he realised she was already asleep.

Harry could easily get changed and walk around the bedroom without needing any lights turned on which was good right now so that he didn't wake (Y/n). He knew where the wardrobe was, the chest of drawers was next to the door and there was a chair near to the window where they both placed their clothes ready for morning.

Harry trudged around to his side of the bed before slowly easing himself down until he was sat on the edge, his eyes sneaking a quick glance over at (Y/n) who was sound asleep, as she should be at this hour. The moment he felt the mattress beneath him he wanted to flop down and collapse as the mattress brought the exhaustion to his bones. He shrugged off the now itchy black button up shirt he had adorned all day and tossed it down onto the floor, doing the same with his socks and he slipped a few of his rings off and placed them on the side table before a sigh left his lips. He couldn't be bothered to go into the hall to put them in the wash basket, nor could he really be bothered to grab some sleep shorts or a shirt.

Without taking off his trousers or even his belt, Harry threw the covers aside so he could lay down. He knew his mind was far too active for him to fall asleep then and there despite how tired and groggy his eyelids felt. He'd remove his uncomfortable trousers when he had the energy, right now he just wanted to let the bed hold his weight for a change and let his muscles relax.

A minute ticked by that felt like an hour to Harry as sleep desperately clawed at his mind, fighting his willpower that was keeping him awake so that he could think for a while longer.

He liked this, Harry liked having a few minutes in the dead of night- or early morning, and being surrounded by quiet. The studio was anything but quiet with the sound of a drumbeat circulating through the air like a heartbeat or the strings of guitars and bass guitars and vocals being thrown here there and everywhere. Whatever Harry did it never came with silence, he did interviews, he worked in the studio or on a movie set, he recorded vocals and practised stage shows. Nighttime was the only time where he got some peace and quiet but it didn't happen often enough for his liking.

Harry liked coming home and laying in the silence and the dark like this, it allowed his mind to rest and recover and it let him think about things over than his music. And when he had (Y/n) laid beside him it further calmed him down. (Y/n) always had the ability to calm him down even when he didn't know what was wrong himself.

Harry's left hand rested on his lower stomach where he could feel one of his tattoos beneath his fingertips which absentmindedly started to trace around the butterfly design he'd had there for roughly four years now. Harry had too many tattoos to count at this point, one of his favourites was the one of (Y/n)'s name inked onto his wrist. He knew now that since (Y/n) was pregnant, when they had the baby he would have another name to add to his collection of ink on his skin. But that was months away.

As he laid thinking about anything and everything, he just so happened to move his right hand to rest beside him on the bed under the cover and it sparked his mind to wake up from his drowsy state.

The bed sheets were wet.

Harry had only just laid down and it hadn't been raining outside so that was nothing to do with him and the room wasn't anywhere near hot enough for (Y/n) to be sweating or in a cold sweat in her sleep. His confusion brought him out of his thoughts and he groggily sat himself up, leaning over to his left so he could turn on the bedside lamp.

He ran his hand through his hair to brush the long curls from his eyes but Harry felt a shiver crawling ungodly slowly up his spine when his hand left his hair and came within his line of sight. Grabbing the cover, Harry aimlessly flung it towards the end of the bed around his feet so it wouldn't be an obstruction as realisation and terror dawned on him. (Y/n) wasn't sweating, the bed sheets were drenched in blood.

Harry's throat tightened and his lips curved like he was frowning or snarling when he realised that there was a repulsive smell in the air, it was iron and copper from the blood. His nose crinkled at the smell that was now overwhelming his senses and burning the back of his throat. How could he not have noticed the smell lingering in the air? Why didn't he smell it when he laid down?

It was everywhere. The blood was smeared on his hand, it had grazed onto his right arm from him leaning it on the bed, it was spread across the whole middle of the bed and what made Harry gag was seeing blood on the pillow beneath (Y/n)'s head. She was laid in a C shape, curling her legs up to her stomach with her arms coiled to her chest, not knowing she was sleeping in a pool of blood. All the blood was situated around (Y/n), specifically her lower half so it was very clear which one of them was in trouble and where the trouble was coming from.

When Harry reached out for her he choked when he could even see blood in her hair.

How long had she been bleeding out in her sleep? Why wasn't she awake and in pain or crying or feeling something? How had it gotten like this and she hadn't woken up and noticed- why didn't he notice when he came in?

"(Y/n)... (Y/n), love you need to wake up." Harry rubbed his thumb over her cheek as his other hand shook her shoulder with a growing force to try and wake her up.

Relief swarmed through Harry's tight chest when (Y/n)'s head jolted forward a bit and her eyes tiredly started to open and look around, adjusting to the orange light cascading the room. A small hum left her lips as she craned her head to look at Harry over her shoulder who looked like some kind of angel hovering over her. The worry on his face made her heart race and he could see the iron smell flooding her nose when it crinkled and her brows furrowed at the smell she couldn't work out.

"Love, you're not very well. Come on, we've got to get you up." He could see his words were making little sense to (Y/n) as her eyes narrowed and creased at the corners and her head shook ever so slightly. It was like she was trying to smile out of nervousness as if she thought he was playing a joke on her but something was telling her she couldn't smile because she knew deep down that something was wrong.

Harry didn't wait any longer for a response, he simply slipped his arms under her until he could ease her into a sitting position. The amount of blood she seemed to have lost and having just woken up made her groggy and her head swayed like it was too heavy for her to hold up on her own.

Harry knew that the moment (Y/n) caught sight of the amount of blood she had lost, she would fall into a state of shock and it would make her panic when he wanted and needed her to be calm. He tried to keep her eyes focused on him as he quickly scrambled across to her side of the bed before he got off the bed and attempted to try and get (Y/n) to stand up with him. He needed to get her to the hospital because he had no idea how long she had been bleeding for or if there was anything wrong other than the obvious miscarriage.

"Sweetheart, just look at me and trust me, okay?"

His efforts to keep her eyes on him were in vain for when he got (Y/n) to sit on the edge of the bed, something caught her eye. He stopped moving and anything else he was about to say died down in his throat when he realised her eyes had found a strand of hair hanging at the side of her face that was damp and matted together with blood.

It felt like everything was in slow motion for the couple as Harry watched (Y/n) reach a shaking hand up to her hair and rub her finger and thumb at the strands before moving her hand.

"Harry..." The terror in her voice was as clear as day because she didn't know or understand how she could have gotten blood in her hair when she hadn't hit her head or cut her hands or arms. There was nothing wrong or in pain to suggest why her hair had streaks of blood in it like highlights.

"(Y/n) I need you to stand up for me love."

Tears of fear welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she stared at her husband who looked so perplexed and conflicted. He wanted to make everything better, he wanted her to listen and trust him but his nervousness and his gentle side were making it very hard for him. The gentle edge to his voice and the look in his eyes showed he was scared for her and he wanted so badly to just take her in his arms and hold her.

Harry couldn't tell her she'd lost a worrisome amount of blood due to a very evident miscarriage because he couldn't break her like that. Harry couldn't say those words and see what it did to his wife but saying nothing was panicking her more than he wanted it to.

Maybe it would have been better if she stayed asleep, he could have carried her out to the car and driven her to the hospital without her seeing the amount of blood she'd lost or knowing what was going on. That would have been easier for her.

Harry hooked his arms around her middle, splaying his hands on her upper chest before he tried his best to be gentle when pulling (Y/n) up onto her feet. It almost worked.

He had (Y/n) up on her feet and he held most of her weight when she seemed to wobble and be unsteady. He walked back a few steps, pulling her along with him to get her out of the room and he almost got her to focus on him. But when her eyes looked down to Harry's shirt that she was wearing to bed and saw how it looked like it had been dyed red, her head turned to look at the bed.

"Baby no-"

Harry's hand let go of her back and pressed to her cheek to try and turn her head back to him but he couldn't do it in time. Her eyes were already looking at the pale grey sheets that were now burnt vermilion and cherry blossom red.

It was as if (Y/n) had woken up from a dream. Her trembling hand left Harry's arm and moved to feel her hair at the back of her head before shakily feeling down her neck, then scrunching up the shirt in her hand before she looked at her palm that was streaked with blood. Red was all (Y/n) could see. Her vision wasn't full of colour or reduced to black and white, it was sheathed in a layer of red like someone was holding a dark red sweetie wrapper in front of her eyes to make the world around her blushing red.

A horrid, broken yet so quiet sound scratched and cracked against the back of (Y/n)'s throat and clawed against her chapped lips as her eyes wide with pain and fear locked onto Harry like he was a lighthouse during a storm. Her hands dug down into his biceps, painting one of his bare arms red and digging crescent moons into both arms from the force she was holding him with to stop herself from collapsing.

Harry's mouth opened like he wanted to echo her scream back to her but no sound left his lips, he didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say that could make this situation any easier for either of them.

He watched in agony as some kind of pain either came flooding back to (Y/n) or she only now realised that there was pain somewhere in her body that she had been ignoring. Her jaw slacked and he could see her tongue tensing against the bottom of her mouth before a small, shattered cry of pain left her lips just as her head tipped down and her wide eyes snapped closed.

It was as if a fire had suddenly erupted in (Y/n)'s abdomen and the shock of the pain sent her knees buckling beneath her like broken matchsticks. Her knees caved in, thrusting all of her weight onto Harry who didn't know what else to do but to go down on his knees on the carpet with (Y/n) huddled brokenly against his chest.

(Y/n) could feel every drop of blood both fresh and dried that was painted onto her skin like drying paint and she hated it. How had she bled that much without knowing? She was fine when she went to bed, she hadn't been bleeding or in any sort of pain and she hadn't passed out from bloodloss, she had been perfectly fine.

"I need to take you to-" Harry couldn't get the words out quick enough before (Y/n) cried out, curling in on herself and forcing her knees up into her stomach like he was going to help or relieve the pain.

Harry had seen bad things in his life, he had seen a small number of people die and he'd witnessed things he would much rather forget. But everything he had ever witnessed had been mild compared to what he was witnessing now, this was a different level that Harry didn't want to be on.

He'd never seen something so small, so odd and so gut-wrenching like the blood-covered creation (Y/n) was holding in the palm of her hand like she was willing it to be alright or holding it out for Harry to try and make better. But Harry's hands could never make a child so small come to life, his hands were only good for writing down his lyrics or holding someone in a loving embrace. Harry's hands couldn't take the creation in the palm of (Y/n)'s hands and give it life or sustain it and make it better.

The broken sob that left (Y/n)'s lips sounded like a howl in Harry's ears and it left him paralysed. He had to get up, he had to take (Y/n) to the hospital before she passed out or got an infection or something much worse. He had to take her now because she was in a worse state than he would ever have imagined, but he couldn't move.

All he could do was wrap his arms tightly around her and hug her broken frame to his bare chest. His short nails dug into her upper arm and his other hand dug into the flesh of her thigh, cradling her against him like she was the broken child that needed caring for.

Harry himself felt like a child who had witnessed something he was far too young to see. The inner child in him was coming out and making tears wash down his face. He was never going to be at the right age or stage in his life to know how to deal with something like this, all he could do was wish that this was a nightmare that he could wake up from.

Neither of them could feel the blood that was covering them like they'd had a fight with paint. All they felt was numb.

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falling {j.h} chapter four

Warnings: oops i forgot there was a sexual innuendo 

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You grip the beige food tray in your hands so tight that your knuckles pale. Your eyes frantically search the large cafeteria for any sign of Bella- or Edward. The clock on the wall tells you that you arrived a few minutes early, mostly because you had nothing to put in your locker. At your old school, no one used their lockers. You just managed to fit everything in your backpack that clung tightly to your burdend shoulders. You set your tray down at an empty table, the apple loose on the plastic threatening to fall over the raised sides. Before you have the chance to catch it, it jumps over the barrier and falls over the edge of the table. A flash of white comes from behind you and you see someone catch the runaway in the corner of your eye. 

“I believe this is yours?” A harmonical, masculine voice asks. You turn your head and you’re met with Bella’s boyfriend, Edward. Behind him stands three other people, two you recognize, the blond from English, and your sister. A small, pixie-like girl stands in between them, her hair dark and her eyes large. You reach out for the apple, your gaze fixed to the ground and your mouth agape.

“I’m Alice, and this is Jasper.” The girl speaks out. You can’t find yourself thinking more about her though, because all of a sudden your senses are invaded by Jasper. Jasper. You speak the name silently, only a small noise coming from your lips as you pronounce the ‘sp’. You glance back up and see Alice holding Jasper’s hand, but his body is rigid as his eyebrows furrow and his intense caramel eyes burn holes through your warm cheeks. There’s something familiar about him. You clear your throat and smile, shaking off the thoughts that plague your mind.

“Nice to meet you, Alice. And I think you’re in my English class, Jasper.” Your throat becomes dry as you say his name aloud. 

“Yes, Ms. Garcia is a delightful teacher.” He answers in a southern drawl. You’re taken aback for a second, but then you understand his choice of shoes- or boots, actually. You smile, but don’t say anything in response. You nod to the table you’re sat at, and they take it as an invitation to sit down alongside you. Edward holds Bella close to him, almost in a protective nature. You look down at the smooth apple in your hand, and you bring it to your lips. The sharp edge of your teeth rips through the skin as if it were paper, and the juice drips down your chin. You pull the apple away from your mouth, satisfied in the chunk you took out of it, the imprints of your teeth left in the fruit like a crispy fossil. You place it back on your tray and wipe the juices from around your mouth with the back of your hand. Your eyes wander over the group that sit by you. Alice reminds you of a fairy, her hair dark, twirly, and quirky. She smiles at you, her teeth whiter than white, and her lips a blushed pink. Under the table, it seems that Alice and Jasper’s legs are touching. Are they a thing? You shake the thought from your head. They’re siblings. That’d be gross. Bella sits next to Edward, of course. He has an arm wrapped protectively around her. You turn back to Alice.

“Your dad’s a pretty cool guy. Super sweet.” You say, twirling your thumbs beneath the table. Alice glances at Edward.

“He’s a great man. We couldn’t have been luckier.” Edward cuts in. You give a small smile. Turning your attention back to the plate in front of you, you push some cold pasta around with your fork. Bleh. Alice, Edward, and Bella engage in a conversation as Edward sips slowly out of a water bottle- something about hiking- as you steal quick glances up at Jasper. Your eyes swiftly scan his pale frame, a curtain of blond locks falling over his eyes. He looks up and you briefly make eye contact. You stare at each other for a second before you look away. 

“So... Jasper,” You say, burning holes into your apple sitting on the table with your eyes. “Cowboy boots, southern accent, good posture... Did Doctor Cullen take you from the cowboy life?” 

“Something like that.” He says with a sly smile. You can’t stop the thought that pops into your mind. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. A choking noise comes from your right, and your peripheral vision catches Edward spewing out a spray of water, hitting both you and Bella. 

“Oh- Edward!” Bella whines. Frozen droplets run down your cheek, and you reach a hand up to wipe them off. This water is so cold.. The water bottles they hand out here are always grossly warm. You ignore the churning feeling in your stomach, and watch as Alice laughs at the incident. The bell rings from somewhere behind you, and everyone says their goodbyes as you part ways. 

Bella walks with you to gym class, and you try to ignore the thick, tense air between you. Entering the locker rooms, you place your backpack in front of a vacant locker and grab your gym clothes. You take off your shirt, then you peel off your pants. After slipping on some shorts, you shove your shoes back on and pick up the standard issued gym shirt. You glance around the room full of half-naked women, your sister among them. You pull the shirt over your head and exit the room, ready to start the class. 

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Weeks flew by as you settled into your new routine. Soon after the first day, Edward started picking up Bella before school. You had the choice to either ride with them, or drive Bella’s truck. You chose the latter. 

The truck didn’t run too smoothly, but it worked fine as long as you stayed mostly in Forks. You pull into the school parking lot and spot Bella and Edward over by a tall figure standing by a motorcycle. You park and walk over to them.

“Is this your bike?” You ask the guy. He looks familiar, his tan skin and dark hair striking some resemblance. He finally acknowledges you, his eyes rake down your body, then back to your face. 

“Does she-” He starts to say. 

“No.” Bella cuts him off. She turns to you, “Y/n, this is Jacob, Charlie’s friend Billy’s son. Jacob.. y/n, my sister.” 

He sticks out his hand, and you take it. His hand is hot- like he has a fever. It’s also twice the size of yours. “Oh! Y/n.. you got hot.” 

“Jacob!” Bella warns, he steps back and throws his hands up in a mock surrender. You chuckle awkwardly, your ears burning from the male attention. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He responds. “But back to the more pressing matters at hand..” He stares pointedly at you.

“I was just leaving anyway. Nice to see you, Jacob.” You give him a thin smile and walk to class. 

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Senior year goes by fast, and you are quick to make friends with Alice and Edward. Jasper doesn’t like to be around you. Well, okay. He never said that, at least verbally. But it always seemed he’d hold his breath around you, or just get a pained look on his face. Graduation was about a month away, and you’d already applied to multiple schools. The plan was University of Washington, to be close to Charlie.

You and Bella sat on your bedroom floor, talking about school. “So you’re good on UW, then?” 

“Yeah, I think that’s my number one choice. What about you? Mom’s pushing for Florida.” You answer. Things were much better between the two of you, but you still felt that she was holding back on you in some areas. 

“I don’t want to live in Florida. Too sunny.” She sighs. You look at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“Who are you and what have you done with Bella?” You ask. She loves the sun! She’s basically a meerkat. Popped out her head anytime the sun shone. 

“Change of heart, I guess.” She shrugs. “Hey.. how do you feel about marriage? Like, is it totally ruined for you because of what happened with Renee and Charlie?” 

“What happened with mom and dad happens sometimes. But if I let bad experiences ruin things for me all the time, then there’d be no point in anything anymore.” 

She bites her lip. “What about.. Marriage right out of high school..?” She looks up at you after saying it, eager to catch your expression.

“What are you implying, Bella? If this is about you and Edward, then I think you shouldn’t worry. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, like you’re his whole world. You’re lucky to have him and he’s even luckier to have you. Not to mention his body? God, Bells, you gotta lock that down.” You answer. You find it easier to give advice if you sandwich it with a teasing tone. Bella chuckles and tosses a pillow at you. You swat it back at her and you both fall over in a fit of giggles. “But seriously, if you truly love him, if you know deep down in your bones that he’s your forever, then you should do it.” 

“Yeah.. yeah.” She says. “Look, I, uh, gotta go meet Jake. I’ll see you later.” She gets up and pulls on some shoes. 

“Okay, yeah. Have fun.” You watch her walk out the door.