#so please kindly FUCK OFF with the Prequels hate

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People saying 'everyone loves Hayden Anakin now that he has a good script'....FUCK OFF. The script was never the actual reason the dudebro fanboys hated Anakin in the Prequels. They had already viciously hated on little Ani back in TPM. And not because of so-called 'bad writing', but because he was a cute, precocious little kid and they couldn't stand that being associated with their beloved 'badass' Vader. And likewise, they IMMEDIATELY decided to hate Anakin in AotC when Hayden was cast because he was a pretty boy instead of whatever headcanon they wanted for him. They resented Anakin in the Prequels because he was first depicted as a sweet and caring child who loved his mother, and then later because he was an emotionally vulnerable young man who had a romantic storyline and was motivated by love and his fear of losing those he loved. The fanboys hated Prequels Anakin because he wasn't Vader. They wanted Vader. They have always worshipped Vader. THAT is the reason. Not the script. Seriously, there are so many older male fans who are STILL bitter over a 'pretty boy' playing Anakin. Stop blaming the script for everything. The Prequel films and Hayden Anakin were only thought to be universally 'hated' due to the fact that the fanboys ruled the internet in those early days, and spread the hate around with no one to counter it. The Prequels are way better films than anything Disney could EVER hope to produce, and it's infuriating that people are acting like the material Disney of all things churns out is somehow the 'reason' people like Hayden Anakin now. No, it's because they've had time to go back and appreciate his role in the Prequels and seen that it's actually a compelling story and his performance is, in fact, good.

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DAYLIGHT ㅤㅤㅤ   

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x female reader Summary: 'Sunflower' prequel. Read that first, if you want. You and the love of your life meet for the first time, you don't know everything that awaits you. Leigh Shaw is a tropical storm. This is also part of a request, thank you sweet anon. ㅤㅤㅤ    warnings: ansgt, mentions of death, alcoholism. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPART I

Her gaze was lost on the ceiling, perhaps for twenty minutes until the alarm went off. The dark circles under her eyes showed how much it was difficult for her to sleep lately.

Y/N sighed heavily.

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She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Some melancholic eyes were reflected in the mirror, she watched the scars on her body while she undressed.

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Didn't even feel like making breakfast, she just left the apartment and walked to the nearest coffee shop. Waited patiently in line until she could chat with the barista for a moment while waited for a large latte and a delicious bagel.

She took her time finishing it, listening to some music through her headphones for half an hour until she decided to leave.

ㅤㅤ Even though the barista gave Y/N her number, it didn't matter too much. She just got back on her Iron 883 and drove to the Los Angeles Fire Department, Station 12.

Some of her coworkers greeted her, surprised and happy to see her again. Everyone except her boss, who turned to see her quite surprised.

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“What did I tell you?” The man in his sixties grunted, shaking his head as he signed some papers.

ㅤㅤ “I have to go back to work.” Y/N sighed, ready to fight for what she wanted this time. “I've already learned whatever lesson you're giving me.”

ㅤㅤ All her life she dreamed of being a firefighter, of being able to help people and being in that very place where she was standing. Years of preparation, mental and physical sacrifice, her heart belonged to that place, how could she not be there?

ㅤㅤ “You can’t do it unless-” He was going to repeat the usual but Y/N cut him off.

ㅤㅤ “Cut the crap, chief.”

ㅤㅤ “Y/N.” He scolded her, looking up. With a single look it was enough for Y/N to know that she fucked it up. She swallowed.  “I have told you many times, you have to go to the meetings or I can't let you come back.”

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“It's stupid!” Y/N raised her voice, so annoyed. “I don't need those stupid meetings, what I need is to get back to work.”

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“Y/N, I know what it's like to deal with loss. Trust me, I've worked here my whole fucking life.” ㅤㅤ

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“Tonight. Grief support group, Y/L/N. I need you SOBER and better than this. Last chance.” Her boss watched her and didn't back down even a step. She knew perfectly well that those were the rules and it was necessary.

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If she wanted to get back to her job, her life, she had to do what she had to do to earn it. Life is about one sacrifice after another, after all.

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“FUCK!” was heard in that place when Y/N left the place in a hurry, completely furious.

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“So… that was what happened.” That young man explained, surrounded by the group of people.  He seemed quite sad but felt better when he noticed that everyone was listening to him, not ignoring his pain.

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“Thanks for share with us.” They all said, surprising Y/N, who awkwardly joined in.

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“I'm glad you could express that to us, James.” The moderator of the group, Janet, smiled kindly, turning to see the new person joining them today.  “Today someone joins us and it's always good to welcome you. Do you want to introduce yourself?”

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“Umh… I’m not-” Y/N stammered awkwardly, feeling all eyes on her. Her heart raced, she could feel it. The firefighter hated being the center of attention, but she had to do this if she wanted to go back to the Station.

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“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm not from Los Angeles… I mean, I wasn't born here, but I live here in L.A” She cleared her throat somewhat nervously, settling in the chair. “My job asks me to do it, and- and I love my job. And it doesn't bother me, I got used to this nice place.”

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“Even if it's a bit hot.” She teased, making some laugh. “I… umh-”

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They all expected to know more, they seemed like wild animals waiting for a part of the prey. Or at least that was how she saw it.

Silence flooded the place, Y/N remained thoughtful for a moment. Her gaze was lost somewhere in the room, but she just couldn't hear or say anything.

Just relive that memory, so tragic.

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And despite the fact that she wanted to keep talking, Y/N was unable to continue. As if anguish took her by the neck, she just frowned and shook her head.

Swallowing hard, the dark-haired woman just listened to the testimonies of each person who wanted to open up and express the pain they felt.

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When she was asked again if she wanted to say something else, Y/N just shook her head slowly and remained silent. It was typical, especially for someone attending for the first time. ㅤㅤ

As soon as that meeting ended, Y/N approached the coffee table in that room so she could pour herself some nice steaming cup and run away as soon as she had the chance. Y/N didn’t want to look so desperate or they would discover the truth. She was just using this meeting to go back the job.

ㅤㅤㅤ    After having a steaming cup of coffee, she turned ready to leave but ended up colliding with a brown-haired woman with lovely but melancholy green eyes. Though thanks to her skills, didn’t spill even a single drop of coffee.

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“Oh, I’m sorry.” The girl apologized, muttering something a bit embarrassed but didn’t care much either. Something that caught Y/N’s attention, completely out of this world.

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The woman in front of her, a downcast gaze looking at her phone, atractive and charming features.

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ㅤㅤㅤ    “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t saw you…” Y/N mumbled softly, noticing how the woman tucked one of her strands of hair behind her ear.

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Feeling completely stunned by the beauty. Even with a half-done bun and hoodies, she was… different. Interesting. Hot as fuck, yes, but… gorgeous. Those huge green eyes caught her attention, a somewhat adorable nose and the fact that she was shorter than her.

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“Hi… I’m Y/N .” Said the taller woman finally, holding out her hand so they could shake it. That gesture made the green eyed stranger smile, maybe surprised by her desire to socialize.

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“I’m Leigh.”

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“Nice to meet you, Leigh.” Y/N smiled widely, nodding a bit. Something that Leigh thought was adorable. A big dork, again. “Sorry, I wanted some coffee.”

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“And I wanted a donut, although the ones here aren’t so good tho…” Leigh whispered, wrinkling her nose, making Y/N’s heart to start pounding faster. “You’re new here. I haven’t seen you before, welcome.”

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Y/N swallowed hard again, both began to walk together towards the exit. She just nodded, giving Leigh a chance to speak again. Maybe the brunette might socialize a bit, her mother and Jules always insisted so much. Surely would later regret it later.

Or maybe not.

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“I understand the feeling, it’s kind of intimidating.” Leigh shrugged.

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“Yeah… it’s something… it makes you feel exposed.” Y/N babbled  then opened the door for Leigh to go through first. They both talked for a while until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. “Umh… Do you promise that if I tell you something you won’t get mad?”

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“Promise.” Leigh smiled and raised her hand, it was incredible how they barely knew each other and they got along, even being quite friendly with that stranger.

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“This isn’t the AA group by any chance, is it?” Y/N bit her bottom lip to hide a guilty and somewhat regretful smile.

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“No, it’s not…that’s Wednesday at 6 pm.” Leigh frowned, somewhat amused. Of course she knew because Jules attended every Wednesday.

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“Yeah… I realized that when everyone started talking and I… was embarrassed to leave. When I started listening to everyone talk about their losses, I felt really bad about it. I mean, I came to talk about how I couldn’t feel comfortable on birthdays or Christmas…”

She lied, again. It was so much better than having to explain, she wasn't going back to that damn meeting anyway. She would tell her boss that she did go, present evidence, and then goodbye.

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And although that would surely end up annoying Leigh so bad, and she would surely get mad for feeling so exposed by telling her story to someone who wasn’t even there for it, Y/N smiled when Leigh started laughing.

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It wasn’t a fake laugh, it was a pretty genuine laugh. And Y/N loved it. Y/N completely fell in love with it.

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“It would be worse if you said ‘I only came here for coffee’.” Leigh joked. “Hi, I’m Y/N and I just came here for coffee and to see your sad mopey faces…” ㅤㅤㅤ    Y/N laughed somewhat surprised, glad that the brunette didn’t get mad at her.

ㅤㅤㅤ    “Maybe I do, the anguish revitalizes me and makes me younger. In fact, I am about fifty-two years old.” Y/N continued, walking together out of that building. Without even thinking about it, both were walking side by side, keeping each other company through the streets of Los Angeles. She took a sip from her cup but the coffee was cold. “This isn’t the best coffee tho, but it’s not that bad either…”

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Leigh thought for a moment, the sound of cars and footsteps made her lose herself. She strangely felt comfortable with a stranger she hadn’t known more than a few minutes ago. How many times that happened in her whole life? Maybe just one.

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“Would you like to go to a place where both things are better? Coffee and donuts.” Leigh finally asked as she snatched the coffee out of her hand and tossed it into the nearest trash can.

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“So…” Y/N settled into her seat while she put two tablespoons of sugar in her coffee. “How long have you been in the group?”

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“A year? I think so…” Leigh wrinkled her nose. “It’s not so bad, I know it's hard to start, but then... it helps.”

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Does it? Well, she wasn't going to deny that it helped to be able to share the pain with people who understand that too. Although at first she refused a lot.

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“They seem like a pretty nice group of people.” Y/N nodded slowly. “Why are you there?”

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Perhaps that question was more direct than expected, Y/N cursed herself. Silence for a moment was an answer enough.

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“Sorry, I was too… you know. I… I'm not used to socializing yet.”

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“It’s okay… I lost my husband a year ago.” Leigh set her coffee cup on the table and licked her lips. “It was quite a difficult time for me.”

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“I’m sorry.” She sighed, seeing how Leigh just nodded, surely tired of hearing those words over and over again. 'Im sorry, sorry for your loss'. That’s exhausting. For a year, each person who crosses your path repeating how sorry they are. For what? They didn't kill Matt. He did. Or the cliff, whatever.

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“I wasn't looking just for the AA meeting.”  Y/N added, opening up to someone else for the first time. “I mean, I was too. I needed to go to one, but also… I did... I did lose someone. Two.”

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Y/N cleared her throat, holding that cup with her hands. “It's more complicated than it seems.”

She lowered her gaze.

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“I see.” Leigh muttered. She didn't know what to say, Leigh wasn't the most talkative person in the world either. But the woman seemed nice, ever since she stopped talking to Becca it had been hard to socialize. Well, it always was.

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“I try to fool myself and people that I don't need it. I don't need to get over that loss because I already did, I mean, that's it, they’re dead but…” The dark-haired woman narrowed her eyes. “I didn't.”

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Leigh tried to smile but it just seems like an awkward expression, failing completely. She just stretched out her hand to squeeze that stranger's hand and then leaned back in her seat.

The song from the radio seemed to help with the long silence.

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“What’s the most weird or embarrassing song on your playlist?” Y/N finally broke the silence, an utterly bold move.

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“What?” Leigh frowned without understanding, maybe a smiling a bit because of how random that was.

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“Come on, are you afraid that I'll laugh?” Y/N challenged her, raising an eyebrow and smiling mischievously. “What's your guilty pleasure, Leigh Shaw?” She read the name tag on the brunette's jacket.

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Far from bothering her, Leigh gladly accepted the challenge.

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“Barbie Girl by Aqua.” Leigh smiled victoriously. “You?”

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“I never told you that I would tell you.” She teased, drinking her latte. “The baby shark song.”

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“Come on!”  Leigh giggled.

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“Spice Up Your Life by Spice Girls. Oh, I love it.” Y/N shrugged and drank some of her coffee. “What Taylor Swift era are you in if you had to pick one?”

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“Oh, I don’t like Taylor Swift.” Leigh said trying to look disinterested but seeing Y/N's look, she just laughed. “Just kidding. Umh… I think I’m… Reputation?”

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“Yeah, you totally look like Rep.” Y/N nodded slowly.  “If you were an animal what would you be?”

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“I- I don’t know.” The brunette licked her lips after finishing her coffee.  “Umh… maybe a… a bird. I could fly away, that's it.” She shrugged.  “What about you?”

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“I would be a panda.” Y/N leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes as if she had made the best decision of her life, trying to make her laugh. And she did it.

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“Cute and fat. Nice.”

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“And a loner, and really pissed off. Pandas look cute but they are always angry.”

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"It must be the huge dark circles that don't let us see them."

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And though she didn't want to admit it, Leigh seemed to be having a good time with this woman. Maybe a bit slow at first but Y/N seemed cool, and it might help if she knows someone in the grief group.

Between giggles and some weird but interesting questions, they both spent the time trying to get to know each other. And time goes by fast when you feel at ease.

Leigh told her that she was a writer, working on a book for some time but hadn't known how to continue.

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Y/N told her that she was having a 'break' from her job, as if her wounded ego wouldn't let her reveal that she wasn't allowed back unless she took a step away from alcoholism, self-hatred and pain.

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“Hey, Leigh… Umh… Do you know what is white, black, white, black, black and white?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, hoping Leigh would fall for it.

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“Mmm, no.” Leigh narrowed her eyes.  “Piano keys?”

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“A panda falling down the stairs.” Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing at how stupid that joke sounded.

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Despite the fact that that joke was pretty bad, Leigh began to laugh little by little, shaking her head. They both burst out laughing; the connection between the two of them had been instant and the warmth of the moment felt so genuine.

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Finally someone was bursting her bubble in an unexpected way and it terrified her. Suddenly Leigh felt a deep pang in her chest. Her eyes filled with tears for a second, remembering the first time she met Matt.

What was she doing? What was she doing in that place?

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The smile on Leigh's lips faded so quickly that it made Y/N's heart skip a beat. Did she say something wrong maybe?

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“Sorry, I-I've to go.” Leigh babbled getting up from her chair and taking her jacket.

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Surprised -and maybe a bit sad-, Y/N just nodded quickly.

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“Of course, yeah.”

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She got up and stood in front of the brunette, looking into her green eyes for a moment. They didn't know what to say, just feeling that connection and having to cut it off was so… sad.

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“It was nice to meet you.” Leigh smiled nervously and grabbed her bag, turning to walk towards the door.  “See you in the group next week.”

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“See you, Shaw.” Y/N murmured, sitting back in the chair and looking thoughtful as she looked at her empty cup. This was not what she expected, not at all.

Was she doing something wrong? Had she gone too far? She'd just made her laugh! Leigh was beautiful but she wasn't trying to… push her.

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What was she going to do there anyway? Y/N took her keys and her jacket and left the café, to go back home before it was late. Maybe tomorrow would be a different day.

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But when she returned home, loneliness invaded her completely. Like a dark misterious being, caught her i its cloak, drowning her in misery. That desolate apartment made Y/N’s heart slowly sink.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked to the fridge, seeing only thing she had was beer cans and some old food.

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Y/N took the beer to the sink, looking at them for a moment.

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What to do? What to feel? She needed to drown all those negative feelings inside of her, and the only way to numb them was... that.

But unlike other heartbreaking nights, now there was something else on her mind. Something that aroused her interest, even if she didn't know it yet.

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Y/N took the beers and one by one poured them into the sink, letting them go. Part of her said no, leave some, at least one in case someone ever came along or something. Or drink just one and throw everything Or perhaps better drink one and throw away all the rest, one more. The last one.

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She tilted her head to see the photograph on the nearest cabinet, an adorable photograph of her and two other women, hugging in front of the beach. One was redhead and the other brunette. The three of them laughed, making funny faces. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N remembered the time Nat and Jules invited her to go to the beach that weekend, although Y/N refused saying that they should 'make it a romantic trip', they just wanted to spend time with her.

That weekend they spent one of the best days of her life, ending it with that photograph in a beautiful sunset in front of the beach.

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This is what they would have wanted.

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Sighing, Y/N dropped the rest of the beers and took the phone to order something to eat, other than a piece of cheese and bread. And although she didn't want to think about it, that night Y/N lay in bed thinking about that woman, and that perhaps it wouldn't be bad to visit the group again next week.

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“Anyone else want to share something with us?”

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“Thomas?” Janet asked but the man just shook his head, he wasn't ready to do it. Now the gaze of Janet fell on her. Y/N settled into her seat, surely Janet noticed how she moved her leg anxiously.

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“Y/N? Would you like to tell us something?” Her voice was so warm that Y/N had to stop herelf from telling her to fuck off for it.

ㅤㅤㅤ It had been quite a difficult week. Y/N believed that by throw away every bottle and presenting a paper that said that she attended ONE meeting, her boss was going to accept it, but it wasn’t like that at all.

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Swallowing, she just tilted her gaze. “I’m angry.”

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“Being angry is good, it's good to allow ourselves positive but also negative feelings.” Janet nodded, and the others around her did the same. All those looks on her, just made it feel like some kind of experiment.

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“I’m so angry. Because I want to go back to my life, to my work and I have to be here.” She let out again, not knowing why she was saying all that. Y/N just knew that every word was escaping from her mouth and couldn't control it.

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Everyone around her listened attentively, including Leigh, who was in front of her with a coffee in her hand.

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“Everyone looking at me like I'm a fucking guinea pig or something. Okay, wanna know? Let's see... I lost my whole life thanks to alcoholism.” Y/N frowned, thinking how far she had come. How is it that everything changed so much from one moment to the next? “And I fell into alcoholism because I lost my sister and my best friend at the same time. Also my parents treated me like shit.”

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Leigh, who was staring at her, felt a little sorry, understanding the woman a bit more now. Everyone there did it, in their own way, everyone suffered an irreparable loss but slowly they tried to heal.

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“My sister died a short time ago. Sh- she wasn't my biological sister, but she was my sister.” Y/N sighed deeply, entering a rather complicated field. Her lip twitched. “As I said, a year ago.”

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Everyone listened carefully and said nothing, when someone opened up like that it was important that they feel heard.

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“Julia.” Y/N swallowed at the thought of her best friend, her sister. “That was her name, we called her Jules, she was wonderful. A lovely human being, she had a lovely wife too. They died… and I'm here.”

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That name made Leigh look at her, having her full attention. As if fate somehow played a trick on them. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We were together since elementary school, always… She was there for me more than anyone.” You could tell that talking about it hurt deeply, Y/N swallowed and narrowed her eyes several times to keep from crying. “Even when I said that my dream was to be a firefighter, she decided to come along and support me. Although she chose to be a paramedic, so we could be together.”

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Y/N felt her lips tremble and how those eyes filled with tears but she tried to stay strong because she couldn't cry in front of all those people, could she? Come on. ㅤㅤㅤ “There was a gas leak in a building... then there was a big explosion.  We were there.” Tears began to fall but she was too exhausted to wipe them away or hide them. “She and her wife Nat died… They died and I’m here.”

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She hated having to be the center of attention, feeling like an 'attention whore' or something. But once she started expressing what she felt, she couldn't stop. Because she no longer had anyone to talk to.

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“I’m still here and I sometimes I hate it.” She sniffled. "If we were a team… why didn't they take me too?"

ㅤㅤㅤ “I spent so much time thinking that… that maybe I'm just crazy. That maybe she's not gone. She’ll come around the corner any second, smiling at me.” Y/N smiled at the memory that came to mind.  “Ma- Making fun of how I usually breathe through my mouth when I eat, she says I look like a fish out of water.”

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Y/N laughed through tears.

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“Since that day my head has not stopped telling me that it is better to get away from everyone before they abandon me.”

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She felt a soft hand resting on her shoulder and for a moment she thought about leaving, but seeing that the old lady only wanted to comfort her, Y/N just let it happen.

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“And I'm mad at myself and everyone.”  Y/N looked down. “Especially my boss who won't let me go back to work and be able to save people. That’s it.”

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“Thank you, Y/N. For your sacrifice and for sharing this with us.”  Janet said and they all repeated again, nodding.

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“It is important to be able to express what we feel in order to move forward.” Janet smiled kindly. “Denial and anger are two huge steps towards acceptance.”

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Sighing deeply and managing to calm down, Y/N nodded and dried her tears with a tissue that the kind old lady offered her, making the woman smile a bit.

After the group finished, Y/N left the place feeling the load on her back slightly lessen. Not much, but enough to take the first step out of darkness.

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She noticed how Leigh waited, sitting on the stairs. Scrolling down her phone.

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“Hey.” The brunette stood up when she saw her, smiling kindly.

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“Hey, Shaw.” Y/N stood next to her, her heart beats faster but she told herself that it was surely because she was crying before. “Did you run out of gasoline?”

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“No, I just took an Uber today, I didn't feel like driving.” Leigh wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms, as she began to walk with Y/N. “I'm glad you could express what you feel.”

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“Sure.” Y/N smirked, while playing with the keys of her motorcycle.  “Crying like a child in front of a group of people I don't know isn't too bad.”

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“But do you feel better?” Leigh arched an eyebrow.

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They stopped when Y/N reached her motorcycle and she got on it. “Yeah…”

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“Oh, this is yours?” Leigh pointed at the motorcycle in surprise.  “I thought it was from some bearded drunk old man who mistook this place for a biker bar.”

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The brunette joked and within seconds she realized what she just said, but Y/N just bit her lower lip trying not to laugh. 

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“Sorry, too soon for someone recovering from… alcoholism. Fuck.” Leigh had always been too direct and perhaps a little cruel at times, even if she didn't want to.

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Y/N finally laughed at that joke, holding the helmet in her hands. “It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad. I’m not a baby.”

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“Good then.” Leigh turned to walk away but stopped to say something else. “Y/N?”

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“Yeah?” She looked up as she started the bike and made it roar.

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“How can you want to save someone if you don't do something to save yourself?”

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Perhaps one of the best questions she had ever heard. Leigh raised an eyebrow and smiled victoriously.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“What are you some kind of cheap shrink or something?” Y/N growled.

ㅤㅤㅤ Leigh shrugged. “I have an advice column on a website. That must give me some kind of value to my words, right?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N gave a small laugh. “Yeah, it shows.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Sighing deeply, Y/N handed the helmet to the brunette who looked at her blankly.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on, sunflower.” Y/N made the bike roar, but Leigh still didn't move. That nickname made her narrow her eyes, not knowing how to take it.  “I'll take you home, okay?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“I'm not going to get on that.” Leigh rolled her eyes, she was definitely not going to get on a bike with a stranger -not so stranger- and much less at night. What was she? One of those bitches from Grand Theft Auto?

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on! It's dark and the Ubers will take time, plus you could get any psycho here.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Sighing in defeat, Leigh snatched the helmet from her hands in complete annoyance. Y/N helped and when she was ready, she drove through the city to the brunette's house.

It wasn't too far from her house, so that wasn't too bad.

Once they arrived, Leigh hurried to get off the motorcycle and removed her helmet, afraid someone would see her. Especially her nosy mother or sister.

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“Thank you.” Leigh said quickly, arranging her hair a bit.

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“You are welcome.” The dark-haired woman smiled and nodded. “Not bad for a biker.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

But far from laughing, Leigh just rolled her eyes and then saw how Y/N started her motorcycle again, ready to go.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Why?” the brunette asked, making Y/N to look at her, confused.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Why what?”

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“Why did you call me sunflower?” She frowned blankly. She had to know or her doubt would eat her up all week.

ㅤㅤㅤ

But this time, the one who smiled victoriously was Y/N.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“See you next week, Shaw.” She just looked straight ahead and drove away from that house, leaving Leigh behind.

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BESTIE ANDY?!! WTF CHAPTER 4 IS BY FAR MY FAVORITE CHAPTER. READER IS FUCKING HEAD OVER HEELS FALLING IN DEEP LOVE WITH EDDIE AND I CANT WAIT FOR HER TO REALIZE! I know she at least likes him or thinks he’s handsome but when she realizes that what she is feeling is love?!! HOLY SHIT

Her hating the no kissing rule 😭 she’s so cute lmao who would’ve thought she was gonna be the one hating that rule 😂 Also Eddie making that rule to not date anyone else or sleep with anyone else 😢 and reader saying the same goes for him. As if they would betray each other 🥹 Also, I love the little time jump from when they were making the rules to when they were at the garage! The moment in between was so cute in my head, just imagining them. Also pls not Eddie and Reader going at it like rabbits 24/7 LOL love that for them. How can they not fall in love when they treat each other like they are the most delicate beings in the world

Please I was not expecting that kiss at the end in front of everyone! IN FRONT OF STEVE. Argyle my man really is Eddie and Reader’s #1 shipper. BUT IN FRONT OF STEVE?! AND IT WAS READER WHO INITIATED IT!!! YES QUEEN! Fuck Steve. He had the audacity to feel hurt and betrayed by reader after he put her through the same and worst through so many years!!!! Finally getting a test of how reader must feel. Probably worse since it’s Eddie his best friend she’s kissing! I bet it grinds his gears so much that it was Eddie she kissed and the fact that he already knew they had some type of connection established already!😈😈 and the fact that Eddie deepened the kiss and she went as far as putting her arms around his neck to put even more emotion into the kiss. Showing everyone she was enjoying it! And then Steve’s side candy instigating it more by saying Eddie used to look at her with this certain in look in class😭

Please I need Steve to find out they fucked on his car hood or something 🤭🤭 LMFAO WAIT when he realizes the hickey’s Eddie had were from reader🤣🤣🤣 or when he remembers Eddie told him “you wouldn’t like the answer” 😭🤣 he’s gonna be livid!

But omg YES TO THE PREQUELS! I need one of Reader checking out Eddie before they EVER started hooking up and he catches her! Or one of Eddie and Reader at some party in between those two months. Of them being in each others personal space, kissing or not it’s up to you, and Steve sees that they’re a little too close and he is not suspicious but at the same time he’s like ??? Wtf?? Cause it’s his best friend and “his” girl or whatever he thinks🤭🤭

BESTIE CHAPTER 4 IS MY FAVE SO FAR CANT WAIT FOR 5!!!

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OMG THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY 😭 (ngl I wasn't very satisfied with the way this chapter turned out and I ended up changing it up a few times but I'm so happy that you like this so much!)

She is definitely falling for him and she is falling hard! They have found each other and Eddie wants no one else but her, now she only needs to realize that she is in love with him🥺 I'm glad you liked the time jump, I should definitely write a few drabbles about their moments during that time!

Hehe, that kiss caught everyone off guard huh? She's gonna realize more about her feelings for him in the next part! But there will definitely be some drama with Steve! He is hurt and angry and he feels betrayed by both of them. Eddie is his best friend and he literally just talked to him about how he wants to marry her but..... 🤭 he won't react kindly to their kiss......

And omg, I love these ideas! I definitely wanna write some prequels for before they started their fwb thing but also this!

I'm so glad that you liked it so much 🥺

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) Chapter Three

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: Dean seems to open himself up more to you when he takes care of your injury. An explosive Quidditch match kicks off the new season and the Gryffindor team dwindles in its numbers.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of blood

Words: 2584

Disclaimer: I haven’t read The Order of The Phoenix in ages so the timeline may be wrong!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! There is a huge plot twist at the end of this fic so I’m gonna subtly start putting some parallels in! Also, I think that Dean doesn’t play Quidditch till the HBP but for the purpose of the story he’s on the team. I also forgot that Malfoy was on the Slytherin team 🙃 please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Three- Liars and Keepers

The loud, teatime chatter in The Great Hall sounded muffled in your ears, almost like you were underwater. You ate some of your soup, though you could barely taste it as your stomach gave another nervous lurch and you pushed your food away, trying to keep it down. The opposite of butterflies were raging in your stomach and you wondered what the opposite of butterflies would be. Everyone was laughing and chatting with their friends but you just couldn’t bring yourself to join in.

You tried to be brave – Harry had been brave – surely it wouldn’t kill you. Had a student ever been killed in detention before?

Astoria must have noticed your leg bouncing anxiously because her soft laughter filled your ears, “it’s gonna be fine, Cass. It’s not like you haven’t had detention before and I know Umbridge is a bitch but really, what is the worst that she can do to you?” your friend smiled kindly as she twisted the ends of your hair between her fingers.

You kept your mouth shut for a moment, you didn’t want to tell her what had happened to Harry, “yeah,” you let out a nervous little laugh that sounded high and false to your ears, “I should probably get going,” you gave her a quick hug and got up from your seat.

Harry stopped you as you walked past the Gryffindor with a rueful smile on his face, “I’m sorry that you have to do this, Cass. I feel like it’s my fault,” over Harry’s shoulder you saw Dean looking at the both of you with an expression of interest on his handsome face.

You shook your head and looked down at the scar on the back of Harry’s hand; you felt a flicker of anger. Umbridge really was a monster, “it’s not your fault Harry, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing when I realised that she had been practically torturing you.”

Harry laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, “well, thank you for defending my honour. I bet that Sirius is really proud of you,” you felt a thrill of happiness at his words, “and, remember that Murlap essence works the best for it.”

You nodded, attempting a brave smile, “see you, Harry,” your eyes met Dean’s and you offered him a small smile as you turned around.

“Cass?” he asked, curiosity and something else that you couldn’t place filled his voice. You hesitated, all you wanted to do was run to him but you shook your head and left The Great Hall. You had enough to worry about at the moment and you weren’t exactly friends with him anymore.

You were scared; you had to admit it to yourself, everything in the castle that once filled you with happiness and light, now looked dark and menacing. It was like a dark cloud covered your head as you walked down the candlelit hallways, almost as if you were in a trance. You had been so brave in Umbridge’s office only yesterday, after you had seen Harry in so much pain you were determined to make her pay for her cruelty.

Into her office you had marched with a fizzle of both courage and fear bubbling away in your chest. You knew that she would give you detention, you had no doubt about that, she handed them out like they were sweets. However, in that moment you didn’t care, Harry was your friend, your friend who had suffered through so much and he was only fifteen. Though, you wished right now you could be as brave as you had the previous night.

Gathering up your courage, you knocked on the office door which was promptly opened and Umbridge was standing there in her frills and her pink bows. She smiled at you like you were a particularly juicy fly. You had never seen someone look so thrilled, it made you feel sick.

“Right on time, dear, please come in and sit down,” she said in her high false voice as she gestured to a small desk.

You swallowed as you stepped into the office, crossed the room and sat down at the desk, keeping your eyes on the pink quill that was resting on the thick sheaf of parchment. The office stank of dried and dead roses; the walls had been painted a hideous shade of pink, much like the shade of pink that Umbridge wore. On the walls there were ceramic plates with kittens on them, the kittens looked at you and meowed. It looked like Umbridge was a crazy cat lady – and yet she hated McGonagall – that thought almost forced a laugh out of you. Almost.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Umbridge asked you as she sipped from a pink teacup.

You glared at her, “because I spoke up for my friend.”

Umbridge’s lip almost curled, “you’re here because you and that horrid boy are spreading awful lies,” she snarled before composing herself, “so, you will write, ‘I must not tell lies,’ it’s quite poetic really,” she tittered.

You remembered that she had forced Harry to write that too. You didn’t dignify her with a response, the quicker you got this started, the quicker you could go. At first, you couldn’t feel anything and you felt a burst of relief. The relief was short lived however, because in the next moment you felt a great pain on the back of your hand, like someone was cutting it open with a dull knife.

You glanced at your hand and saw the bloody words fade as you stopped writing, but as soon as you began writing again your hand was cut open all over again. You didn’t make a noise of pain; you didn’t want to give Umbridge the satisfaction. It was dark outside and your hand was a bloody mess, leaving streaks of blood across the smooth parchment when Umbridge stopped you.

“I’m sure that will teach you not to spread nasty little lies, off you go dear,” Umbridge smirked at you with relish.

The scathing retort died in your throat as you retreated from the office; you never wanted to step foot in that office or go through that pain ever again. You winced and hissed through your teeth as you closed your hand and felt a searing pain that almost made your knees buckle as you inspected the open wound on the back of your hand. You tried to mop up the blood with the sleeve of your robes but it was no use, the blood soaked the material, leaving it useless. There was too much blood.

“Cass?” you sighed and glanced up when you heard the familiar – unusually – gentle voice and saw that Dean was striding towards you. His face was hard to read. Though, his gorgeous eyes grew wide when he caught sight of your bleeding hand, “Jesus, you’re bleeding!”

“It’s nothing,” you tried to be nonchalant as you hid your hand from view but you couldn’t hold back the wince that wracked through your body. Dean raised his eyebrow as he looked down to where your blood was dripping all over the floor, creating a small dark puddle on the stone floor.

When Dean looked back up at you, it looked like he was wrestling with his inner emotions and he threw up his hands in defeat, “fucking hell, Cass. Come on,” he jerked his head to the corridor behind him.

Dean’s face was closed off but his eyes were unusually soft and gentle as he regarded you. You had missed that look in his eyes and you never thought that it would be directed at you again. So, you followed him down the corridor without arguing.

“Wait here,” he murmured at you when you reached the Gryffindor common room. He came back barely a moment later with a bowl of liquid and a strip of cloth. You followed him down a deserted corridor and sat down on the stone bench.

He took your hand in his warm one and he placed it in the liquid as gently as he could, the liquid instantly went bloody. You cried out in pain as tears pricked at your eyes, it was like pouring salt over the wound. Dean shot you an apologetic look and you vaguely wondered why he was doing this.

“Jesus, Cass,” he grimaced, “what happened to you? It looks like words have been carved into your skin.”

“Umbridge has this fucked up quill that forces you to write with your own blood, it doesn’t come with ink. It carves the words you write into your skin, she tortured Harry with it, so I had a go at her,” you huffed out a pained laugh, “she gave me detention, I hope it won’t affect my Quidditch performance.”

“That was a really stupid thing to do,” though, he sounded impressed and his hands were gentle as he attended to your wound, “do you have a thing for Harry or something?” he raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.

You hid a smile, why was he so interested?

“Merlin, no!” you stared at him in horror, “we’re just friends. Kind of. You don’t have to do this you know,” you muttered.

Dean dimples made an appearance as he grinned, raising an eyebrow, “I know but I’m a good person.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as the pain began to dull, “I’m sorry about last year, it wasn’t me. I should have been a good friend.”

Dean shook his head as he wrapped up your hand in the cloth gently, “we don’t have to talk about that,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he smiled, resting his knuckles against your cheek. You felt tingles at his touch and your heart almost fluttered when you realised just how beautiful he looked in the shimmering candle light.

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Slytherin had the upper hand in this game, at least they did at the moment, Cass was a remarkable Keeper and Dean’s gaze lingered on her for a moment too long before he turned back to his own game. Gryffindor was a lot less lucky with their Keeper, it seemed as though Ron was extremely nervous. He’d accidentally broken Katie’s nose with the Quaffle about ten minutes ago. Now the Slytherins in the stands – and on the team – began jeering and singing a cruel song. Angelina was yelling at Harry to concentrate on the game.

Dean caught a couple of the lyrics, it seemed that Slytherin was celebrating Ron for fumbling and letting the Quaffle in. Dean momentarily wondered whether Cass was joining in. He got his answer when the Quaffle was passed to him and he soared to the hoops. Cass was smirking at him, with the wind blowing through her hair and she winked at him, eyes sparkling with the promise of a competition.

“Come on, Thomas! Give me a challenge,” she teased but Dean wouldn’t let her distract him. He scowled at her as he threw the Quaffle, putting a lot of spin on it. Cass’ eyes widened as she dived for the ball and caught it with the tips of her fingers. The relief was plain on her face as she threw the ball back onto the pitch and one of her teammates caught it, “try again next time, Deano!”

“Fucking hell, Cass,” he chuckled as he shook his head and turned back to the game, soaring through the cold air as he tried to take possession of the Quaffle again.

Cheers once again erupted from the Slytherin stands as Ron let another goal on, panic on his freckled face. Dean glanced at the scores and his eyes bugged out, Slytherin were leading 40-10. Dean prayed that Harry would catch the snitch soon; it would be their only hope of actually winning the game.

Dean soared around the pitch, trying to get possession of the Quaffle as he noticed Harry diving, unfortunately, the Slytherin seeker followed him and it seemed that Slytherin was going to win. It seemed that the gods were smiling down on Gryffindor today because Harry managed to catch the snitch and Dean felt a great burst of relief go through him.

“Gryffindor wins!” the commentator called out, making a shiver go through the sea of red and gold as they cheered, and Dean heard the roar of the lion hat that Luna Lovegood wore. Dean grinned as he looked over at Cass who was looking put out as she flew over to him.

“Congratulations, I guess. It was amazing stroke of luck that Harry is such a good Seeker,” she pouted, making Dean laugh as they landed and walked across the pitch. Dean didn’t know what had changed but he didn’t feel the same anger or bitterness that he’d once held for her. Though, that didn’t mean he was ready to be her friend again.

“You played well, the fact that we won doesn’t really reflect badly on you. You’re right, we’re lucky to have Harry,” Cass smiled at him as she lightly punched his arm, her cheeks were flushed from the cold and her hair was tangled.

As Dean and Cass approached the team, Dean noticed that Malfoy had come onto the team with his cronies and he was sporting a smirk. He said something that caused George Weasley to lunge forward to try and punch him but Harry held him back. Dean and Cass exchanged shocked glances as they walked quicker to see what was going on. Malfoy smirked and said something to Harry that was too low for Dean to hear. Although it seemed that Cass had heard because she grew tense and Dean could tell she was ready to run over there and join in.

Harry’s face drained of colour as he let go of George and punched Malfoy before chaos ensued. Dean threw out an arm to stop Cass from joining in, “let me go Dean! You didn’t know what Malfoy said! If you heard him then you’d want to kick his scrawny arse too!” she glared at him, a fire in her eyes as a muscle fluttered in her jaw. Dean didn’t want to admit it but she looked exceptionally beautiful when she was angry.

“Madam Hooch will break it up,” he laughed in amusement as he nodded at Hooch who stormed over to the fighting boys. As she successfully broke the fighting up, Dean and Cass walked up to their friends who were bruised and bloody.

Dean opened his mouth to ask what had been going on but before he could get the words out, there was a high pitched giggle that sent a horrid chill down Dean’s spine and he heard Cass swear beneath her breath.

“Never in my life have I seen such childish behaviour,” her gleeful face contradicted her words, “I think those three boys,” she nodded at Harry, Fred and George, “should have a lifelong ban. They need to be punished.”

“What about Malfoy, Professor? He was fighting too,” Dean glared at her and Umbridge threw him a careless glance while Harry looked at her in horror.

“I think Mr Malfoy was acting in self-defence, it was Potter who attacked him,” she giggled before walking back across the pitch. The three boys looked crestfallen as Angelina Johnson yelled at them; she would now have to find a new Seeker and two new Beaters.

“Well, shit,” Cass breathed out a laugh.

“Shit, indeed,” Dean agreed, Quidditch would be a complete shit show this year.

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From Demon to Shield P.2

Pairing: soon to be Seth Rollins x reader, Roman Reigns x reader (platonic), Dean Ambrose x reader (platonic), Elias, Alicia Fox, Sasha, Bayley

Warning: cussing, some blood (if you really look haha), if I miss anything let me know please

A/n: I hope y’all like this, I tried writing the match but I think I did the best I could. practice makes perfect. Also I am a huge harry potter fan and through in something. I hope y’all don’t mind

Tag List: @ladyjayelehnsherr @awkteenliz @ilovedean112 @panda-girl1999 @wallflowersara @wrestlingbabe @onemorefanblog @m-a-t-91

Part 1 Part 3

               You woke up to the sound of someone banging on your door. You groaned when the banging stopped before looking over at the clock on the night stand next to the bed, it was seven in the morning. Groaning again before pushing yourself up to a sitting position. Just then another set of banging started but this time it sounded as if it was being done by more than one person.

               You got up off the bed and slowly walked over to the door. With a swift turn and pull, the door was open and the two who was knocking on your door looked at you. Roman and Dean stood there looking down at you, a smirk on Romans face.

               “Good morning baby girl.” His voice a bit too cheerful for seven in the morning.

               “What the fucking hell do you want this early?” You rubbed your eyes then glared at the Samoan who just continue to smirk at you. “What the fuck are you smirking at?”

               “Shirt looks good on ya baby girl. Besides, we are all driving to the next location for tomorrow night’s house show.” If looks could kill, Roman and Dean would have been dead right on the spot.

               “Come again. You woke my ass up early on the one morning I actually get to just to drag my ass to the next city that will still be there in like four hours.” Roman chuckled as did Dean. “Besides didn’t y’all drink last night and normally you all get drunk when you go out.”

               “We didn’t drink that much last night.” Dean chimed in.

               “You aren’t gonna leave me alone are you?” Both men shook their heads. “Fine, I’ll get ready but I swear to god you owe me.” You turned to walk towards your bags, you heard Roman and Dean follow you in. You looked over your shoulder at both men who were smiling from ear to ear. “And when I say you owe me, I mean no pranking, no messing, or tormenting me at all in any way shape or form. So help me, I know some of the shit y’all have done to each other and I want no part of it.”

               You were in no mood to get messed with today. It was a day off that you had hoped to enjoy for a while but looks like it won’t be going your way.

               You grabbed a pair of sweats out of your bag and slipped them on. Turning to grab your computer off the bed, you see Roman looking at with a huge shit eating grin on his face and your laptop in his lap.

               “What the hell, Ro?” You glare at him with your hands on your hips.

               “Is this what you were reading last night?” His hand pointing to the screen. You walked over and looked at the screen, your face instantly going red. Taking the computer away from Roman. “We won’t tell him, won’t we Deano?”

               “Tell who what? Oh, you’re talking about Y/n reading porn about…” You smacked him on the arm to get him to stop. “Ouch!” You stuck your tongue out at him.

               “I didn’t read it. I was scrolling through the feed last night and fell asleep.” You looked at the screen, something you wish you didn’t do in front of both Roman and Dean. Your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth as you read what they were trying to read. In an instant, you closed your computer and stuffed it in your bag. “Speaking of Seth, where is he?”

               “He’s down putting his bags in the SUV. All we need is you and your bags then we are good to go.” Roman stood up and rubbed his hands together. He nudged Dean which caused him to jump a little. “You almost ready?”

               “Almost.” You looked at yourself in the mirror and grimaced. “I just need to brush my teeth, my hair and relieve myself since I hadn’t had a chance to in the whole,” you looked at the clock, saying it was a quarter past seven “fifteen minutes you two hounds of justice came and woke my ass up.” You grabbed your bathroom stuff before walking into the bathroom. “This is injustice. INJUSTICE I TELL YOU!”

               All you heard was the boys laugh and vaguely heard Roman telling Dean to see if Seth needs help. You ignored him as you relieved yourself and quickly brushed your hair, putting it up for now. He stood in the door way to the bathroom as you brushed your teeth.

               “Just a heads up, you are not going to be driving.” You looked at him in shock, toothbrush almost falling out of your mouth.

               “Why the hell not?” You managed to say just before spitting into the sink. “I think I’m one hell of a good driver.”

               “Oh I’m not doubting that baby girl. We normally take turns driving and Seth tends to hog up most of the time.” You glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Your ass is sitting in the back seat all because from what Finn told me, you fall asleep on long road trips.” You shook you head. Rinsing out your mouth, you felt a little better.

               “I only fall asleep because I’m not driving. Finn also knows better than to wake my ass up before at least eight on a morning I tend to sleep in.” You glared at him once again as you walked over to your bags, grabbing them and practically shoving one at the Samoan.

               “Okay baby girl, I get it. No waking a demon before she’s ready.” He smiled as he started walking towards the elevator. You followed suit with your key, other bag and purse in hand.

               “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.” You smiled as the words flowed from your lips. The words caused Roman to look at you weird. “You never heard that? Wow.”

               “I don’t even know what you said.” He shook his head.

               “It’s Latin. I need to check out then I need to turn in my rental car.” You walked towards the front desk as soon as the elevator opened. Quickly getting checked out and followed Roman out to the parking lot. Smiling when Seth’s ear to ear grin was on complete display.

               “It’s about time.” He practically shouted.

               You walked over to him and put your bag into the back along with the others. Watching Dean climb into the front seat, you started to walk to your car.

               “Where are you going?”  Dean yelled from the driver’s seat.

               “I have to return my rental then we can head out.” You slipped into the driver’s seat of your car, starting it up. “This is going to be one crazy long week.”

               You were right. To say the least. The ride to the next city was filled with off tune singing, you sleeping most of the way, you sleeping with your head unknowingly in Seth’s lap as he ran his fingers through your hair, and stopping for food a few times all because ether Seth, Roman or Dean were hungry.

               The best way to get to know your tag partner was to travel with him. It worked for Cesaro and Sheamus but at the beginning of their team, they practically hated each other. You were lucky you and Seth didn’t hate each other. You just got a little nervous around him.

               You sat in the back seat with your phone in hand watching a movie and off in your own nerdy little world with your headphones on. A smile displayed on your face as the movie played, until you felt a hand tapping you on your forehead.

               “You’re awfully quiet there cupcake.” You pulled your headphones off. “Whatcha watchin?” Dean sitting backwards in the seat in front of you with a wide grin on his face.

               “I like this movie, that’s why I’m quiet.” You earned a chuckle from Seth and Roman. “Just so you know I’m watching An Unexpected Journey.”

               “Is that like a porno or something?” Dean’s face looked kind of confused.

               “No it’s not.” You blushed a little. You never got this kind of shit from Finn when you were riding with him. “It’s the first of a trilogy for the Hobbit films. It’s technically the prequel series to the Lord of the Rings films.” You smiled, you have seen all six films numerous times resulting in knowing some elvish and even a couple tattoos.

               Dean mouthed okay and sat right in his seat. He probably mouthed it’s porno to Roman. You just sighed as you went back to your movie but it didn’t go unnoticed by Seth. You were thankful for your headphones being earbuds, you kindly took one out of your ear and handed it to Seth. Who graciously took it and placed it in his ear.

               The same thing happened every day for the six days. Each house show, Seth came out to save you from Elias after your matches even if they weren’t against Fox. Every time you heard Seth’s music hit just before he ran out you had butterflies. Every day you felt yourself smiling more than ever.

               Monday was finally here. The day you were finally have your match with Seth.

               You and the boys arrived at the arena with no issues. You felt like a member of the Shield when all four of you walked into the arena, an unofficial official member of the Shield. Giving each one a hug, lingering a bit longer with Seth.

               “See ya later boys. I have a mixed tag match to get ready for.” You winked at Seth, causing his signature cocky smirk to play across his face. Grabbing your bags, you started to walk towards the women’s locker room.

               As soon as you walked in, you were bombarded by two women. You let out a squeal which caused both women to giggle.

               “So, how’s it traveling with the Shield?” Sasha looked at you with a huge grin on her face.

               “It was fun, actually. Unless you count being woken up at like seven in the morning on your sleep in day as fun.” Both of them looked shocked.

               “They didn’t.” Bayley knew better than you wake you up the morning after Raw. “Was it all three of them or what?”

               “It was just Roman and Dean. But it sounded like six people banging on my door that morning.” The two women moved away and you walked to the other side of the room. “Seth was putting bags in the vehicle as I was checking out.”

               “You were checking out alright. Checking out Seth.” All three of you laughed.

               “You guys know that I check out tumblr from time to time, right?” You looked at them and they both nodded.

               “From what Finn said, it helps you relax after the show.” You nodded your head in agreeance. You thought to yourself that you won’t hurt Finn for spilling that to the hugger to your left, seeing as they were friends before you arrived to Raw.

               “Ya, um, my laptop was still open to it last Tuesday morning and,” you tried to word it right.

               “OMG, who say what?” Sasha couldn’t keep the amused look off her face even if she tried.

               “Roman and Dean saw.” Your face warmed up a bit thinking of it. “I didn’t realize when I stopped scrolling I landed on a fan fic of Seth and I. They thought I read it. I don’t even know what it was about.”

               Bayley walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Did they mess with you about the fic because if they did.”

               “No, they didn’t. It actually wasn’t brought up. Dean thought I was watching porn when I was watching An Unexpected Journey.” All of you laughed again.

               All of you started talking about random things while getting ready. You pulling on your ring gear, black shorts that match Finn’s trunks minus the BC, a black halter crop top with a support bra, along with your boots and knee pads. Checking to make sure everything was in place, smiling when everything was.

               “You ready for tonight ladies?” You looked over at Sasha with a smile and a nod. “Let’s kick ass tonight.” All three of you walked out of the locker room, all of you ready your matches.

               Sasha and Bayley had a tag match against Alexa and Nia in the first hour of the show and your tag match with Seth wasn’t till the middle of the second hour. This meant you had a bit of extra time to get ready.

               You normally had to meditate to make sure your alter-ego didn’t show up during your match tonight. So far you had met one guy who could stop her from showing up during a match and that man was in a different country, Finn.

               Walking around the back, you found your way to a few stacks of crates. You hopped up on them, carefully, and zoned out.

               You were pulled back to reality by a hand on your thigh. You looked up and you found yourself looking at Seth and Dean. Blinking a few times, you nodded your head and hopped down.

               “You ready to kick ass sweet cheeks?” Seth looked down at you. You could tell he was ready and you just hope you were going to be able to keep your head in the game.

               “Let’s do this.” All three of you walking towards the curtain. Your mind was focused and you were ready to get this underway.

               Alicia Fox and Elias were already out in the ring. Elias was singing to the crowd like always but this time it was about Finn and how he wasn’t there. Before he could go much further, your music hit and the look on Elias face was one of annoyance. Microphone in hand, you had a couple words for the wanna be rock star.

               “Elias, you really think that I would come out here to fight you and Foxy over there. Did you?” You started to walk down the ramp and stopped half way. Shaking your head with a smile on your face. “Oh no, as a matter of fact Finn knew he wouldn’t be here tonight. So, I have someone to team with.” You looked at the crowd and asked them who it could be. As soon as Seth’s music hit, you dropped the mic and just stood there with a huge smile as the crowd went insane. The moment Seth and Dean were at your side, all three of you made your way to the ring.

               Sliding under the rope and getting closer to where Elias and Fox stood. As you turned to your corner you see Seth pulling his shirt over his head and you nearly lost all focus. Slowly you walked over to your corner to talk with Seth.

               You weren’t prepared for what happened. Fox attacked you from behind, sending you flying into Seth. You looked him with a smirk on your face and turned to look at her. Launching yourself at her, you hit her with your elbow to the side of her head causing her to stumble back. All she did was shout at you saying you can’t do that. You didn’t listen, you grabbed her arm and flung her into the ropes. She bounced back and you landed a standing drop kick resulting in her falling back to the mat.

               You slid back towards the ropes behind you and sat there for a moment with your hands on the second rope. Readying yourself to fly at her once more. The moment she stood up and faced you, you launched yourself at her hitting her with a wicked spear.

             The crowd was going crazy. Hit after hit to the point where Fox had gotten away from you and tagged Elias in prompting you to step out but not before you slapped the taste out of his mouth for bad mouthing Finn. As you turn to walk back to your corner, Elias grabs you by the hair but his grip didn’t last long. Just seconds after you dropped, Seth came flying off the top turnbuckle hitting Elias in the chest. Elias let go of your hair and you quickly rolled to the side of the ring. Dean was there to see if you were good and you nodded at him before standing up in your corner holding onto the white cord.

             Seth was taking it to Elias. You were trying to keep focused but sweat was covering Seth’s upper body and it was very distracting.

             You saw Elias slide out of the ring and reach for his guitar. Hopping down off the apron, you ran as fast as you could around the ring as Dean went the other way. You hit Fox with a hard elbow before reaching Elias. Seth was in his line of sight and you knew he was going to swing that guitar at him. You shouted at Seth which caused him to look at you then a second later Elias. He stopped Elias from hitting him which caused him to get upset. Elias swung his guitar again but this time instead of hitting Seth, the guitar hit you all. It striking you on the shoulder and head.

          As soon as the guitar hit you the ref called for the bell. You felt a few sets of hands just before you opened your eyes. Ring officials and medical staff were around you and Seth was right next to you. He helped you stand up on uneven feet. You looked at the ring to see a flattened Elias and Dean standing over him with a smirk on his face before he slid out of the ring, over to you and Seth.

          Both of them helped you to the back. You were sure you had a cut on your shoulder but you weren’t sure just how bad it was. At the moment, you and Seth had a victory over Elias and Fox which made you happy.

         The medics checked the side of your head and found no real damage. The only injury you had was a four inch cut on your shoulder which required stitches. Seth stood in front of you as you got them, his hand laying softly on your thigh.

       “That was a hard hit you took out there.” His eyes full of concern.

        “I was prepared for that guitar, I was sure I was going to have to shove you out of the way if he was going to swing at you a second time.” You sat there calmly as the medic finished the last stitch. He tilted his head a little in confusion. “Elias has a tendency to use his guitar during or after his matches so I knew what he was going to do when I saw him go for it. Fox just got in my way.” You laughed a little.

       “Still.”

       “I’m fine Seth, just a cut from a battle that’s all.” You looked around and saw that Dean was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Dean?”

       “He’s probably off talking with Renee about something.”

       “Okay.” The medic just finished cleaning your cut once again and said you were free to go. “Let’s go to catering, I’m hungry.” You hopped off the table and grabbed Seth by the hand, dragging him out of the trainer’s room.

       Seth couldn’t help the smile that played across his lips as he watched you walk in front of him. He thought to himself about this past week of traveling with you and just how much closer you two got.

      He looked around looking to see if there were any cameras around and when he noticed there were none, he pulled you to a stop. He pulled you to him and his lips find yours. To say you wanted this since you met the man would be an understatement. His lips felt amazing, felt right.

       He pulled away and placed his forehead against yours, his signature smirk played across his lips.

      “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

      “Same, big man.” You smirked at him. “Let’s go get something to eat and we can do that kiss again later when we won’t accidentally ruin a story line.” You kissed him on the cheek before walking off. You couldn’t wait for this next week of traveling with the boys.