Pansy: *sits Next To Blaise In The Slytherin Common Room*

Pansy: *sits next to Blaise in the Slytherin common room*

Blaise: what’s up?

Pansy: you know *smirks*

Blaise: you are on cloud nine aren’t you?

Pansy: only you have a face like thunder

Blaise: i am glad that at least you are fine with your personal life, cause i am already sick of this groomy —

Draco: *enters the living room like a mad fury and slams the door to lock himself in the room*

Blaise: no comments

Pansy: *laughs* Granger obviously likes to piss him off

Blaise: by doing so they both piss me off — it is so good that only one of our friends has problems with love affairs — don't let Merlin one more pompous aristocrat fall in love with a witch from another house —

Theo: *enters the common room like a mad fury, sits down angrily in a chair and stares at the fireplace like he hates it with all his heart*

Pansy: what happened?

Theo: she's going to go home for all the holidays because she needs to find out about how her DWARFS in the garden are doing and if they are not bothered by the WRACKPURTS

Blaise: fuck.

hey i saw this on tik tok and i had to read it so could you write an angsty fic where the reader is mad at peter/tom for something and their punching his chest and he lets them until they just break down crying and it’s like super soft thank you 🤎🤍

warnings: swearing and angst

a/n: we all know how i feel about angst to fluff hehehe happy reading <3

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eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds.

exactly how long it’s been since peter left and took part of you along with him.

he ditched queens for asgard, wakanda, whole different fucking galaxies. he ditched you for the avengers.

there was an open spot on the team for peter. he’d finally felt he was ready to claim it. yes, the people of queens needed him. but, he was also needed elsewhere and far more so. he had no choice but to step up.

that meant he had to say goodbye. to aunt may, to his friends, to you. peter didn’t simply bid you farewell and head on his way, though. he ended things.

for good.

ever since, you’ve been learning how to mend your broken heart. it’s a work in progress. you know deep down that a piece will always be missing as long as peter still has it.

you haven’t stopped loving him, even though it would be so much easier if you had.

eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds later, someone knocks at your door.

your healing heart shatters when you answer.

you thought you were better. you thought you were moving on.

then, peter showed up.

“no,” you choke out, swinging the door closed in his face. he holds out a hand to stop it. “y/n, wait. please hear me out.“

“no!”

you make another attempt to force the door shut. tears well up in your eyes, peter pushing it back open.

there’s no use in fighting him on it. he’s too strong.

peter’s own eyes are pleading. the guilt, the remorse is written all over his face.

the two of you just stand there, neither sure what to do next. it’s been so long. yet, you still feel the same. you love him and hate him and crave him as much as you did the day he skipped town. you’ve carried that with you, let the pain control your every waking moment.

peter steps forward to come inside. you step back, angry tears running down your cheeks.

“you don’t get to waltz back in here like you never fucking left,” you spit. hurt flashes across peter’s features. “i’m not… that’s not what i’m trying to do,” he speaks calmly.

scoffing, you wipe the tears dripping down your skin.

“what are you trying to do, peter?” you demand. “why are you here?”

you notice the cuts carved into his knuckles as he wrings his fingers nervously. a faded scar peeks out from the hem of his sweater, and you don’t even want to imagine what bruises he has under it.

“it was time to come home,” peter admits, clasping his hands behind his back when he catches you looking. “because… you’re my home, y/n. i made a mistake, and i’m so sorry.”

you wish he would’ve said that a lot sooner.

“i don’t believe you one bit,” you dismiss peter. you move out of the doorway so you’re closer to him. “where were you?”

peter doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even react when you jab a finger at his chest, the ragged breath you let out fanning across his face.

“you were gone almost an entire year, and i didn’t hear shit from you!” you shove peter backwards, shouting through your sobs.

he stumbles, but quickly finds his footing.

“no calls, no texts. you could’ve been dead in a ditch for all i knew,” you laugh bitterly. “it’s not fair, peter. i don’t understand how you could leave me like… like this!”

your fist collides with peter’s chest once again. he lets it, which makes you somehow angrier. you do it again, and again, and again until it’s out of your system and fresh tears are flowing.

“where the fuck were you?”

your voice cracks, fingers hooking in the collar of peter’s sweater and gripping onto it. you feel your knees starting to grow weak.

peter springs to action. he helps you into your apartment despite your refusals earlier, shutting the door behind you two. at last, you fall to your knees and pull him down with you.

he brings your head to rest on his chest, where you instantly bury your face. his fingers weave into your locks, free arm wrapping around your middle.

he’s holding you the tightest he possibly can, afraid he’ll lose you if he lets go.

“i’m here now,” peter coos, running his fingers through your hair carefully. “i shouldn’t have left before, but i’m here now.”

his lips brush your temple, other arm trailing down to your middle. both your arms hook around his waist. a whimper escapes you, peter shushing you and resting his chin on the top of your head. he presses more kisses to your scalp, you nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“i love you, peter. i’m… i’m sorry,” you manage to get out, pecking a spot on his neck. he smiles to himself at your words.

“i love you, y/n. i’m sorry, too.”

Muse

Theodore Nott x Reader

W.C. : 751

Theo needs a muse.

I need a muse.

That was the first thought Theodore Nott one Sunday morning the moment he first opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling above his bed, the soft material of his covers still laid over his body as the thought ran relentlessly through his mind. He needed someone to be his muse.

He had sat through entire classes with the idea forming on his head, diving deeper and deeper as more pieces joined the puzzle of the image he had inside his head. At night he stared at the ceiling, just as he was doing now, and waited for the remaining pieces of this puzzle to find its way to him. They never did. He didn’t remember falling asleep.

But now, as the sleep wore off from him he realized what he needed that he didn’t have last night.

*******

The small breeze that blew over your face drew a smile over your lips, your cheeks cold to the touch as you let out a soft sigh. “Perfect weather.” you murmured.

Your eyes opened to the faint sound of chatter, a soft laugh grounding you completely as your vision cleared.

Theo was descending the stairs from the castle, his tall frame and dark hair unmistakeable to you. He was holding something on his arm, his hand running along the stone on his side as he got to the hills that extended all around Hogwarts, just a few steps away from you.

Theo had found you that same morning in the halls just outside the Great Hall, a small frown adorning his face as he approached you. You got a few minutes of talk before his voice filled with more emotion and he asked you to help him with a personal project. Of course he captured your attention immediately, listening to his words carefully as he explained everything to you. You were friends but his question took you by surprise. Still, you accepted because you couldn’t deny you were curious and didn’t dare to miss the opportunity to just spend time with him.

He smiled at you the same smile that he had on his face once you agreed to his question that morning, sitting on the grass next to you in silence before he met your eyes.

“Hi” he greeted you slowly.

“Hello.” you answered with a soft smile, looking as he moved around with all the things he was carrying in arms, placing them before him with careful movements. “So,” you said with curiosity “What is it that you need me to do?”

“Keep me company.” he said, meeting your eyes now “Just sit here with me.”

“Sit…” you said, dragging the words “here with you?” you asked.

He nodded and you saw the certainty in his eyes. He had a way to convince you with one look, making you nod your head as you turned at the sunset. It was so beautiful outside you didn’t mind sitting with Theo there for hours, and even if it wasn’t that beautiful outside, just being with him made it worth it.

Hours passed and you felt none of it, sometimes making some talk with Theo but most of the time just being there, enjoying each other's presence. The blissful spell you were under was only broken by his voice.

“Y/N?” he called softly.

You hummed in response, opening your eyes slowly.

“I’m done.” he stated with a smile.

You immediately jumped to sit straighter, turning to him as your eyes danced from the notebook on his hands and his face. “Can I see it?” you asked.

He tilted his head but gave you the paper in his hand anyways.

You took it and started flipping the pages, only small words registering into your brain as you grew more confused “These are just words.” you muttered as you looked up at him.

“Exactly.” he said.

“I thought you were drawing. You said you needed a muse.” you laughed, returning to the first page as you started reading.

“I did.” he explained “You are my muse. I never said what for, though.”

“I inspired your writing?” you asked with glee.

“Maybe,” he said mischievously, taking the notebook from your hands “Or maybe it was just an excuse to spend an entire evening looking at you. You’ll never know.”

“Theo!” you squealed, jumping on your feet as he started running towards the castle. Your giggles started to grow louder as you ran after him. He wasn’t getting away from this so easily.

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Hi!:) this is going to be a weird ask, but did you read Shatter Me in German? I found a post u made and u tagged it with kenji yamamoto. now in the english books i found that his name was kishimoto but in the german translation, they translated it as yamamoto, so im trying to figure out whats going on haha

Hi darling!

Sorry I did not in fact read shatter me in German, though I was a foreign languages student in highschool, like last year, I never got to the point where I could read more than what was in my textbook and have some conversations about the topics we studied.

It's not weird to ask at all! In fact that's my first ask and I'm so happy about it.

So to respond to the question, i remember making that post and it was 4 am here so I may have made a mistake as i was running on stress, a few cups (like 5-6) of coffee and no sleep 😶

I'm kinda rumbling at this point but yeah 😂. Sorry for the confusion...

Perfectly Imperfect

Paring: Pietro Maximoff x female!reader 

Type: Angst, fluff 

Warnings: Blood, injury, nudity 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Having been undercover in Prague for months with little to no contact with the team, you were understandably shaken up upon your arrival back at Avengers Compound. After what you had gone through nobody expected anything from you. Pietro had glued himself to your side the second you got back and would not let you, even for a second, slip away from him. Physically or mentally. 

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Blood and dirt coated your arms. Your shirt and jeans were ripped to hell. Cuts littered your cheeks. Your hair was matted and tangled from the months you’d spent locked away as a prisoner of war. You had a slight limp. Everything was noticed as you walked off the quinjet and into the hangar. The team was silent, and stood still for half a beat before Pietro stepped forward. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His hand rested just above a hastily stitched gash on your arm. He guided you out of the hangar, taking your weight. He mumbled in Russian under his breath as he led you back up to your room. 

“Pietro,” your voice was hoarse as you said his name. 

“I’m here,” he said, his voice low and comforting. He sounded how his hugs felt. 

“Am I home?” 

His heart cracked.

“You’re home, printsessa,” he murmured. 

You crumbled, the weight of what you just went through finally crushing you. Pietro caught you in his arms, one hand firmly planted between your shoulder blades and the other gently cupping the back of your head. He swayed back and forth slightly as you cried on his shoulder. He felt the wet spot your tears formed on his shirt and ignored them, opting to start rubbing your back. 

“Piet,” you whispered, as if you were once again realizing it was him. You fisted his shirt in your hands as you opened your eyes. 

“My love,” he murmured, pulling back and placing his hand on your cheek. “What did they do to you?”

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Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader

Warning: Angst

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Part 1 here (Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat and Wanda)

AVENGERS REACTING TO BEING TURNED DOWN DESPITE YOU CONFESSED YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR THEM:

VISION

Vision is immortal too, you just don't know it. He has feelings for you so he is totally sad when you reject him. "Y/n, can I ask you why? I think I love you and I need to understand." He calmly says, even though his eyes show a deep sadness. You shake your head. "I love you too, but I'm immortal, so I..." you try to say but he caresses your cheek. "I'm immortal too." He says, a tiny smile on his lips. You widen your eyes and smile, your heart beating faster. "Really? So we can be together." You say, you can't believe you finally found someone to share the eternity with. He smiles and looks at you in total adoration. "Forever." He confirms before kissing you.

SAM

Sam would be in pieces. He loves you so much, so when you tell him no, he's in pain. "Baby, I don't understand, I..." He tries to say but you shake your head. "I'm immortal, Sam. When I first met you I could know that I would have ended up falling with you. I didn't take into account this possibility, and neither did you. But how could we?..." you say, he takes a breath while looking at you, eyes filled with sadness. "I won't apologise for falling for you. We can still find a way." He says while cupping your face. You look at him, your heart feeling in peace when he touches you. "You're a pain in the ass, but I love you." You say while finally giving up and letting him kiss you.

PIETRO

Pietro is so passionate, he's so into you that your no is simply heartbreaking for him. "Y/n, just tell me why. You said you love me too..." he asks, his tone agitated. You caress his cheek to try to calm him down, your touche delicate. "I do, Pietro, very much. But I will live forever, this means that I will have to watch you die, and I can't." You say, your eyes watery. He shakes his head, his forehead resting against your. "There must be a way, don't give up on us, we deserve a chance." He begs, his hands caressing your cheeks. You look at him, your hands authentically crossing on his shoulders. "I don't want to give up on us." You admit and he smiles while crushing his lips on yours.

PETER

Peter never experienced love before, you're his absolute first time, so when you reject him it's a tough pill to swallow. "I'm sorry if I told you about my feelings..." he tries to apologise but you shake your head. "Don't be, I love you too." You confess. He widens his eyes. "Then why..." he asks and you take a deep breath, his eyes are killing you. "Because I can't die, but you can, and the thought of that chance is too much to bear." You explain while caressing your own arms to give yourself comfort. He looks at you, his eyes watery, then he walks to you and caress your cheek. "I love you and you love me, we'll find a way." He reassures you, his arms wrapping you in an hug. You let yourself go, deep down you don't want to push him away.

BUCKY

Bucky has had only one person in his life and it was Steve. He never even took into account the chance of caring about someone else, yet here he is, loving you with all of his heart, so when you reject him, you break it. "Doll, if you love me, then why?" He asks, his eyes filled with bitterness. You ran your hands through your hair and look at him. "Bucky, it's because of this, because I love you. I've seen too many people leaving me, I can't lose you too." You confess, a tear running down your cheek while you look away. He walks to you, his hands cupping your face to make you look at him. "Doll, we'll find a way. We have both lost so many things and suffered too much, we deserve a chance." He says, his eyes stuck into yours. You take a breath before shaking your head, your hands caressing his face. "You're right, we deserve this." You say before pressing your lips on his.

LOKI

Loki never loved anyone like he loves you. It took him a lot of time to trust someone that much as he trusts you and you are his world, so when you say no to him, he's broken. "Pet... but why?" He asks you, his eyes showing how sad he is. You take a breath. "Because I love you and this is my curse. Everyone I've ever loved died in my arms while I stay exactly like this and keep living. I've lived thousands lives and never loved anyone like I love you, so I can only imagine how painful it would be loosing you." You admit, your voice shaking while you cry. He looks at you, he can't even tell how sorry he is for your sorrow. He gently puts a finger under your chin and raises your head. "Pet, we'll find someone powerful enough to fix this. I can make myself immortal too if you want it..." he tries to say but you interrupt him. "I would never ask you this. I want to give up on eternal life." You say, your tone firm. He looks at you with widened eyes. "Would you do this for me?" He ask you in shock, you caress his cheek and look at him. "Oh Loki, the things I'd do for you..." you whisper. He looks at you with all the love of the world in his eyes before kissing you.