Run Into Eachother - Jason Dilaurentis

Run Into Eachother - Jason Dilaurentis

Jason DIlaurentis x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 824

Summary: Two old firends/crushes run into eachother after years

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Y/n was walking through town to clear her head after getting yet another text from A-. Stressed out from that and her senior year, having so much going on times like this she really missed having her best friend and crush to talk to. But would she be able to even tell him about A-? She didn’t know, she couldn’t ever keep something from him. Either he knew or she would say willingly. But he’s not in town anymore, and who knows if he’ll be coming back. When suddenly she bumped into a hard chest.

Y/n bent down to help pick up the stuff the person dropped because of her “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”

“It's ok. . .y/n?” the man asked trying to get a look at her face

“Jason?” y/n said in more disbelief than anything after looking up at his face.

“Hey” Jason smiled shyly

“Hi” y/n replied even more embarrassed now

“We always use to run into eachother.” Jason smiled at her remembering how many clothes ruined from spilled drinks because they would run into eachother

“Literally” she gave him a small smile

“Yeah”

“When did you get back” y/n asked wondering when he got back to town as they both stood up

“A-a couple days ago.” Jason moved his hands into his pockets. “You-you look good. I mean- not that- I mean-” he stuttered trying to find the right thing to say. This use to happen around y/n when Jason wasn’t drunk or high. When was actually aware.“You looked good before I left, but you look more grown-up is what I mean.”

“You two. You looked grown up before but you look more-”

“Sober?” he gave a quick side smile

y/n sighed before answering “I was gonna say more like how you were when you acted like the real you and not the cocky partier.” she smiled at him with the smile that Jason knew all to well, she’s telling him the truth but also teasing him.

“Thanks. Really, you were the only one that ever knew the not drunk or drugged up me. No one else cared enough to know me.” Jason gave her a genuinely happy smile

“I preferred the real you.” y/n returned the smile

“You're too good to ever have been Alison's friend.” Jason stated shaking his head lightly

“I don’t know about that.” y/n’ssmile fell instantly

“I know that for a fact.” he said immediately. Jason saw the look in her eyes and knew what she was thinking “you kept secrets but you never had any at the same time. At least you never had any from me. You didn’t bully anyone and you didn’t laugh at people, and you get to know them before judging them.”

“If I did, and listen to everything Alison said I would hate myself, hate who I am. I would never of talked to you either.” she explained but she blushed a little at the last part.

“I know how Ali felt about me. And I’m glad you didn’t listen to her, especially when it came to me.” Jason was glad she didn’t do what Ali said. He probably would have died without her there to help him with everything.

“Can I be bold?” y/n asked looking nervous

“Please” Jason spoke eagerly

“I didn’t just want to make my own opipion of you. I liked you, like like-liked you. So spending time with you and you wanting to spend time with me. That was when I was when I was happiest.” y/n spoke truthfully and obviously nervous about telling him this

“Really?!” he said shocked and big-eyed

“Yeah, sorry this is probably really awkward for you now. I should go.” she rambled starting to turn away to leave

“No, wait! Don’t go.” he reached out for her arm, catching it to stop her from leaving.

“Why? I just embarrassed myself.” y/n kept her glance on the ground hoping to hide her face which is bright red after her confession.

“You shouldn’t feel that way” Jason insisted

“Why not?” y/ns voice trembled as she asked him a question where the answer will either be disappointing or happy.

“Because I was in love with you back then. And I still am now.” Jason took the leap and admitted his feelings. Feelings he’s had since he met her.

“Really?!” she could almost feel her eye’s pop out of her head. ‘He liked me back!’ was all she could repeat in her head.

Jason pulled her into him, y/n fell into his chest. Looking between each other's lips and eye’s before they both leaned in having a long overdue kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked in a low whisper

“Very much so, yes. I love you to just so you know.” she whispered back before giving a light laugh

Death Eaters - Draco Malfoy

Draco x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 359

Summary: Draco finding out from the reader that the reader's parents got killed by death eaters over the weekend and he comforts her

Authors Note: sometimes I just choose gifs that are cute of funny of the character

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Draco was walking with Crabble down the hallway back towards the common room to change before dinner in the great hall. On the way, Draco saw y/n sitting by one of the windows. But the closer he got to her could see a letter in her hand and he noticed her cheeks have tearstains on them. Draco mumbled to Crabble that he would meet up with him later.

“Are you ok y/n/n?” Draco asked approaching his girl in the hallway

“Um-uh, mmm yeah I-I’m fine.” y/n whipped her face, under her eyes nodding at Draco trying to smile.

“No, your not. What's wrong? What happened?” Draco insisted. He knows her well enough to know something had happened to upset her. So he sat down next to her on the windowsill. Rubbing her back.

“Ummm, my-my parents.I j-just got a letter. They were- um- they were killed this past weekend.” y/n stuttered out trying to stop her tears. She was sick of them constantly falling. Yeah, she’s sad and upset but she just wants to stop crying. “By DeathEaters.”

Draco couldn’t believe it. Why would Deatheaters kill her parents? Draco hated seeing his girlfriend upset. “Oh. I’m sorry y/n.”

“Thanks, Draco” y/n gave him a tight smiled, trying to show her apperaction.

“I am sorry, love.” Draco apologized

“You have nothing to be sorry for Draco.” y/n assured

“I know its not my fault, but my parents are associated with your parent's death. Considering they are DeathEaters themselves. I feel guilty.” Draco sighed.

“You have nothing to feel guilty for Love.” she told him. Y/n didn’t want to make him feel guilty. Plus it’s not like him or his parents killed them.

“I’m here for you y/n. Always.” he promised looking her in the eyes.

“Thank you Draco.” y/n thanked her boyfriend

“I f you need to cry, you can cry on me. Anytime.” Draco gave her a light, rare smile. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Y/n leaned in and kissed his cheek gently before the two Slytherins went back to just watching the snow fall.

Don’t Want To Talk - Sirius Black

Sirius Black x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,393

Summary: Reader is scared of what her father might think of her being a Slytherin so she doesn’t want to meet him. Well now she doesn't have a choice

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“Harry I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone.” y/n said tiredly walking through the halls to the dining hall. Already knowing what Harry wants to talk about, again.

“y/n, just listen-” Harry pleaded or at least tried, following her down the hallway.

Y/n turned around and almost bumped into the Gryffindor “No. Harry I don’t want to hear ‘how good he really is’ or ‘he’s innocent’. I know he is, ok? My mom never hid him from me. She told me all about him. I never believed he ever did it, it was wrong place wrong time.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. But if you don’t think he’s guilty why won’t you come meet him? “Then why weren’t you just agree to meet with him?” he asked

If his parents didn’t die and Sirius wasn’t accused then him and y/n probably would have been like siblings and would be considered cousins.

She sighed before explaining “because believe it or not I just don’t want to. I’m content with my life. Plus Harry you know what house I’m in. Not many people are kind about it or understanding.”

“He’s your father. He won’t care about what house your in.” Harry insisted. He knows how badly Sirius just wants to see his daughter, he wouldn’t care that she’s Slytherin. He thinks.

“Really? Cause the rest of his family was and he hated them.No, not hated, despised. . . Look I feel better off not having to worry about it, so please stop asking.” y/n  stressed at the end. Deep down she was worried about what if they met and her being Slytherin did make a difference?

“y/n-” Harry tried one last time

“No, please just stop.” she begged him in a broken voice before heading into the dining hall to sit by her friends, which included Draco.

Harry sighed as he sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Watching Y/n from his table thinking of a way to get her and Sirius to meet.

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“y/n, you here?” Hermione asked walking up the stairs into one of the abandoned towers of Hogwarts. Being a good friend of yours knew where to find you.

Yes, shocking everyone the Slytherin and the Gryffindor have been great friends since the two got supplies in Diagon Alley before starting their first year at school. They had made a pac that no matter what house they got in they would still be friends. An they kept that pac. It disgusted most of both houses that the two were close, but that didn’t bother them. Their friendship was strong enough that they didn’t care about what people said.

“yeah. Hermione you know I always study here.” y/n answered smiling at her friend from where she’s sitting on the window seat.

“Please don’t hate me.” Hermione said before another person started to come into the tower from the stairway

“Why would I-” y/n started to question but stopped when she saw who stood behind Hermione

Hermione walked over to me. ‘Good luck’ she whispered in y/n’s ear before she left the tower, leaving y/n and her father alone.

“Why are you here?” y/n asked, nervously playing with her fingers looking to the floor.

“I came to talk.” Sirius stated entering further into the small space

“I already told Harry, I don’t want to talk.”

He sighed, how is he suppose to feel when his own daughter doesn’t want to talk to him let alone see him. “I know, but I do.”

“Well it’s not a one way thing.” the young Slytherin stated defensively

Sirius took a deep breath. He has so much to catch up on and so much he wants to say, but where to start thats the real question.”Why? Why don’t you want to talk to me? Do you think I’m guilty of the crimes against me?”

y/n looked up at him taking a deep breath “ I said I don’t want to talk.” she stood her ground so to speak.

“Why don’t you want to talk? . . .Please.” Sirius begged. Looking into his eye’s y/n could see he was really desperate to talk and get answers.

She sighed looking off to the side before speaking “I don’t think your guilty. Never did.”

“Why didn’t you? You were only a baby when I was around, you wouldn’t remember me.” Sirius asked gently, hoping that she’ll keep talking.

“Mom. She talked about you a lot. She didn’t want me to grow up hearing the thing you were accused of and think of my father as a-” Y/n looked upset or sad at least that’s what it looked like to Sirius

“Murderer?” he cut in nodding in understanding

“Yeah. As for not wanting to talk. I don’t have a really good answer to that .” y/n lightly laughed but it was an awkward laugh, insecure about her reasons for not wanting to talk.

“I think I have a couple ideas why” Sirius voiced leaning against the wall across from his little girl.  Well not so little anymore.

“Wanna share?” she asked inturgied to know what he thought the reasons are

“I haven’t been there for you. You didn’t grow up with me around or in your life. I haven’t been there for big milestones. I’m basically a stranger to you.” Sirius gave a tight-lipped sad smile. It hurt Sirius to admit that out loud and to hear.

“Good ideas you have there.” she nodded pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them, wrapping her arms around them.

“You look a lot like your mother” he smiled fondly at how she has grown up

“She always said I have your eyes. And I have your eyes. And I have your mischievous part to.” y/n tilted her head shooting a small smile up at him.

“If she thinks that your like me in that way she’s most definitely right. She knew that part of me just as well as James, and Remus when we were at Hogwarts.” Sirius smiled back. She is growing comfortable around him, the thought of being able to get her comfortable around him made him smile even bigger.

“She told me a lot of stories about when you two were at school. And some stories about what you and your friends did here.” she smirked thinking about some of the things her mother told her about him and his friends.

“There’s a lot of those” he smirked back

He scratched his neck before saying “An I think I have another idea of why you didn’t want to talk or meet me.”

“Whats that?” y/n felt her nerves come back

“Its about what house your in.” after saying that y/n ducked her head. It was a sign that he was right, it helped that Harry told him but still it hurt seeing she thought he wouldn’t like his own daughter just cause she’s in a house he has bad history with. “Hey, I get why. I do, but I’m your father. I don’t care what house you got in. I’m proud of you no matter what.” Sirius walked over to her sitting down next to her, placing a hand around her shoulder.

“But your whole history with Slytherins and your family.” she hiccuped from all the emotions bubbling up inside her.

“You and your mother plus my friends are my family. Not my mom, father, brother, none of them. Family cares about eachother no matter what. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Sirius pulled her into him, rocking her in his arms.

“So your ok with me being in Slytherin?” y/n asked nervously

“Of course honey.” he said kissing the top of her head

“So what happens now?” y/n asked after a couple of minutes of just enjoying being in her father's arms for the first time since she was only a baby.

“Well, your mother and I have been talking. I’m gonna be moving in. An I would like to get to know my baby. Are you ok with that?” Sirius asked her not wanting to do anything that she wouldn’t be ok with. Y/n pulled back enough to look at him face to face.

“Yeah, I think I’m ok with that.” she smiled nodding

Are You Tired? - Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 968

Summary: “are you tired? Here I’ll carry you the rest of the way” after a long mission

*not my gif* (from gify)

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“How far is the ship?” y/n asked frustratedly

“Still aways away.” Bucky answered trying not to smile at the y/h/c-ed girl beside him

“Ugh, why did Clint and Steve have to land so far away?” y/n groaned as they kept trudging up the steep hill.

“I don’t know doll.” he chuckled. Bucky looked over to check on her noticing that she had stopped. Seeing her hold her side bent over trying to catch her breath. He saw how many agents she took down and how many hits she took. “Are you tired? Here I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“You don’t have to carry me Bucky.” y/n laughed lightly, shaking her head but her face looked more nervous than anything. Which Bucky could tell from the way her smile didn’t light up her whole face.

“I want to Doll, plus you took out more Hydra agents than me and took more hits.” he pushed trying to get her to see he’s not just doing it to make the trip to the jet faster or anything. Knowing she would feel bad or uncomfortable if she thought he was.

She shook her head not wanting to give in “still you’ve got to be tired to and hurting-”

“Doll, I told you. I want to carry you.” Bucky stated looking her in the eyes with a somewhat serious face, but also with the hint of a smile which she can never say no to.

With that Y/n gave in, letting Bucky help her onto his back. Glad that the blood and dirt on her face is covering her cheek’s so he wouldn’t be able to see her blush. Having a crush on the person you are paired with most for missions, can have its downfalls. Y/n and Bucky have clicked since the moment they were introduced by Steve. Little does y/n know a certain super soldier with a metal arm feels the same way.

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“What took you two so long?” Steve stood at the top of the ramp up in the Quinn Jet. Looking down on the two as they got closer.

“Maybe next time don’t land our getaway so damn far.” y/n sassed Steve as she ducked so her head wouldn’t hit the roof. Since being on Bucky’s back puts her up high in the air.

“So, did you force  the poor man to carry you y/n/n/?” Clint joked as he saw the two before heading over to the pilot's seat.

“No, Clint I did not.” she said back, getting down from Bucky’s back with a slight blush on both of there cheek at Clint's comment.

“I offered and she tried refusing but she was tired. I wanted to. She eventually gave up arguing with me about it and let me.” Bucky added to y/ns defense. Nodding to her with a small smile before moving over to stand next to Steve where he pushed the button for the ramp to come up so they can head back to the Avengers compound.

“You just gave in? Since when do you just give in?” Clint teased once y/n sat down in the co-pilot seat for the ride back.

“Since he made a good point and I am tired.” y/n told him hoping to dismiss the conversation

“Or is it that you gave in because you like super soldier number two?” Clint asked with a cocky smile. Loving to tease her about her crush on the ex-winter soldier.

“Clint, quite. They might hear.” she tried to shush the archer, looking back really quick to see how close the two men are to her and Barton only to lock eyes with Bucky.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Clint asked quieter after seeing how anxious y/n got. Feeling a little bad, but just a little.

“You know why.” y/n looked down playing with her torn suit

“Yeah, I do. If it helps, I’m rooting for you.” Clint smiled at her, just trying to cheer her up and show he supports her.

If only the two piloting knew what was being said in the other conversation going on.

“So, was she really tired or did you just want to carry her Buck?” Steve coughed trying not to smile too big

“She was and is tired. She took down more agents and took more hits than me. . . and maybe I thought it was a good excuse to carry her.” Bucky nodded looking back at her when she sits next to Clint and locked eyes with her. When she turned back to continue talking to Clint Bucky turned back to Steve.

“Buck you haven’t been this into a girl since before you joined the army. And after everything that's happened you deserve someone like y/n.” Steve couldn’t be happier for his best friend. Well, when the two actually get together he will be even happier, if there even is a happier.

“Steve I’m not exactly the ladies man I  use to be.” Bucky sighed messing with his metal hand.

“There's no doubt in my mind or any one of the others that she would say anything but yes.” Steve stated hoping it reassures him. Every single one of the Avengers agree that they would be good together and for eachother. Plus its obvious that they both like eachother.

“Really?” Bucky said quickly turning his head to look at y/n really quick before looking back at Steve.

“Yeah. You need to go for it Buck.” Steve placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder. Giving it a tight squeeze and a smile that said go for it.

“I think I will.” Bucky nodded returning the smile before setting his sights on y/n. Repeating under his breath ‘I will’.

Its my Birthday

Punishment - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of punishment

Word count: 453

Summary: Lost Girls have different rules than Lost Boys

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“Ow, Felix light up” Y/n yelped at Felix’s harsh grip

Which instantly caught Peter’s attention. Peter always kept a close eye on his last girl, and hearing her in pain didn’t sit well with him.

“What’s going on over here?” Pan asked as he approached the two. Looking up his right hand lost boy and then down to his lost girl. Looking for an answer from one of them.

“Nothing” she whispered from the obvious still too tight grip Felix has on her arm.

“She broke the rules I’m just taking care of punishing her for it.” Felix said smugly. Which wasn’t the best thing to do.

Seeing the look on Felix’s face only fueled the anger inside Peter. He nodded before grabbing Felix by his shirt collar and shoved him up against the nearest tree. Which caused the tallboy to let go of her arm.

“You do not touch her.” Pan snarled in his face.

“I’m just doing as I’m suppose to Pan” Felix answered while the only thing Y/n could do was look at the confrontation and feel scared. Did this mean Pan himself wanted to punish her?

“I do not want you to touch Y/n. Ever. At all.” Peter stressed, making sure he gets his point across.

His statement though caused the lost girl to feel even more anxious.

“Got it?”

Felix nods “Yes, sir?”

“Go attended to the boys.” Peter dismissed. Felix and left the two, deciding it’d be better not to question.

Pan turned to Y/n “You don’t have to look scared”

“Aren’t you gonna punish me?” her voice cracked

“No.” he answered turning to face her

“But I broke a rule.” Y/n said shakingly

Peter sighed before moving so they were standing chest to chest and cupped her cheek. “There are different and fewer rules for you. So no you aren’t getting punished.”

“Why am I different? Shouldn’t I have the same rules as the lost boys?” she questioned, not understanding why she suddenly wasn’t in trouble.

“No, because you’re my lost girl. Your not like a lost boy to me. You are my girl. You shouldn’t and won’t be treated the same.” Pan smiled moving his other hand up to cup the other cheek. He shook his head, how could she not understand what she meant to him?

“Thank you.” y/n leaned up to kiss his cheek trying to show her gratitude.

“For what?” he raised an eyebrow in question

“For always protecting me, giving me a better life.” she smiled up at him

“No thanks needed love.” Peter smirked but it ended up turning into a big smile. He pulled her into him, kissing the top of her head.