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till forever falls apart{chapter 8}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 8:

The winter holidays came and went. The Weasley’s stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, but Jordyn went home. On Christmas morning, Jordyn was surprised to find a package delivered by an owl from Molly.

Dear Jordyn,

Fred told me about his scarf that got ruined by the weather last quidditch game, so I made you a replacement. 

Happy Christmas, love, 

Molly Weasley

Jordyn pulled out a gold and red scarf from the package. She threw it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. A familiar smell of vanilla and fire mixed together and lingered on the scarf, a smell she found herself sensing often when around the Weasley children. 

“Who’s that from?” Mrs. Marchbanks asked.

“It’s from Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George’s mum,” 

“Well isn’t that nice of her, we’ll have to do something in return.”

“I think she’d like that. We could knit her something this summer, and you could help me!” Jordyn suggested.

“I love that idea,”

Jordyn returned to Hogwarts the first week of January. After returning, it felt like the next months of school rushed together. Nights were spent until the closing minutes of the library, trying to help the twins study, but neither of them focused enough. She also helped Cedric study, which was much easier than helping the twins, since he actually wanted to do well on his O.W.L.S. Jordyn found herself spending a lot more time with her roommates than she ever had in the years before, gossiping about boys, Lissie and Savannah trying to find out which Weasley twin was which and which one Jordyn liked, but she didn’t tell anyone. She hadn’t even come to terms with herself about falling head over heels for Fred. In the Gryffindor common room, there was another break in by Sirius Black, and Jordyn had her recurring nightmare once more, before Cedric got her more dreamless sleeping potion. Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, leading to a nightmare party, where Jordyn experienced a drunk Fred and George for the first time. 

One night in the common room, with Cedric and Jordyn studying, Cedric broke the silence in the room.

“Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” he started.

“What is that exactly?” Jordyn asked.

“It’s a quidditch match that happens every four years against worldwide quidditch teams. This year is Ireland versus Bulgaria!”

“Oh so it’s like the Olympics!”

“The what?”

“I’ll explain later. Get on with the world cup.”

“And mum isn’t exactly the quidditch watching type, and dad’s got an extra ticket, so would you like to come with the two of us?” Cedric asked.

“I would love to! That’s so exciting!”

O.W.L.S came and went, and school was coming to an end. Jordyn couldn’t wait for the summer. 

“Ms. Marchbanks, Ms. Marchbanks, wake up.” 

Jordyn woke up to Professor Sprout shaking her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Professor Dumbledore requested your presence, come with me.”

Jordyn’s stomach dropped. She got up from her bed and followed Sprout to Dumbledore’s office, where he sat by himself, with a phoenix in his office.

“Ah, Ms. Marchbanks, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but we received a letter from your mother, somehow, I assume you have an owl that visits often. Besides the point,”

He handed her the letter. Jordyn’s hands trembled as she opened it.

Jordyn,

Hi love. I hate to tell you this news over a letter, but it couldn’t wait another week or so until you got home. 

Your father got into a car crash this morning, I’m so sorry, but he’s

Jordyn didn’t finish the letter. She felt her legs give out from underneath her. She started to cry, trying to keep it silent as she fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Marchbanks. If you would like, we can send you home now.” Dumbledore said.

“Please,” was all Jordyn could say.

Sprout helped her up and they went back to the common room, where she packed all her things and wrote quick letters to Cedric and the twins. 

Dumbledore and many of the other professors met Jordyn and Sprout at the Great Hall. Jordyn had left her note for Cedric on her roommates trunk, along with a smaller note for them so they would give it to him. She then asked Professor McGonnagall to give her letter to the twins.

That night became blocked out from her memory. She didn’t remember getting back home, she must have been asleep most of the way, but she remembered hugging her mom when she got to Kings Cross Station and the two cried together. When they got to their house, they sat on the couch and cried some more. 

There were things left to Jordyn, such as her dad’s guitars. He had so many, and she didn’t know how to keep them all. There was a note from him as well, reflecting on how special she was and how he couldn’t be more proud of her. She wondered when he wrote it and when he had planned on giving it to her, it’s not like he could have known this would happen. 

Cedric and the twins came to the funeral. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them at a time like this. Cedric left that night, but Molly allowed the twins to stay over. They did what they normally did: watched old movies and listened to records, and they sat together, letting Jordyn cry as her dad’s favorite songs played.

The next morning when they left, she gave them both a guitar.

“Jordyn, we can’t take these.” George said.

“Please, my dad would have wanted it. Plus, I have so many more. I know you guys wanted some, so, please take them.”

“Of course,” Fred said.

She didn’t plan on seeing them again until the school year. She just wanted to be with her mom until the Quidditch World Cup came along. She spent most of her days knitting a scarf for Molly to have for Christmas. She wrote letters to her friends, and this time it included her roommates, not just Cedric and the twins. Cedric had sent her the details of the World Cup, and as it neared the middle of August, Jordyn was already packed for the school year and the World Cup.

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till forever falls apart{chapter 7}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 7:

That night, the Gryffindor tower slept in the Great Hall. Sirius Black had somehow made his way into the castle while everyone was gone. The rest of the houses were evacuated and sent to different places in the castle while every house and classroom was searched, but there was no sign of Black. Jordyn’s fear started to rise once more, and she took the dreamless sleep potion that night.

Quidditch tryouts happened, and much to Cedric’s disappointment, Jordyn didn’t try out. She went to every Gryffindor practice with Ginny and would occasionally go to the Hufflepuff ones as well. Thanks to Draco Malfoy’s injury, Slytherin would no longer be playing against 

Gryffindor in the upcoming game, and it would be against Hufflepuff instead.

Monday morning before the game, Jordyn walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, and instead of Professor Lupin, Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, waiting for everyone to file in. He closed all the windows so it was dark, brought a screen down, and said “Turn to page 394.”

Everyone in the class looked confused, but nobody asked where Lupin was. Jordyn turned her book to the page. No one mentioned that they had already studied werewolves. Snape started a slideshow that went through different pictures of werewolves. 

“Now, who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?” Snape asked.

“An animagus chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice,” a Slytherin said.

Snape assigned an essay about recognizing a werewolf, that when told to the Gryffindor's a year younger, Harry explained that there would be a quidditch game the next day, making Snape extend how long the essay should be. 

Saturday morning, Jordyn woke up to the sound of rain pounding on the windows. She went to breakfast, and talked with the quidditch team. The storm got worse every hour.

“Conditions for today’s game are not ideal, but it’s either we play or we forfeit,” she could hear Oliver Wood shout to the Gryffindors. 

Jordyn got dressed in a windbreaker and wrapped Fred’s scarf around her, then joined Ron and Hermione as they went to the quidditch pitch. When they reached the pitch, it felt like the weather had gotten even worse. Not only was it raining, but the wind was terrible, blowing umbrellas away. The game started, and no one could hear the crowd as the thunder pounded. Gryffindor scored fifty points before Oliver called a quick time out. When the time out ended, immediately Harry and Cedric went head to head to get the snitch. The two disappeared into the stormy clouds. Hermione and Jordyn watched the skies above and around the pitch, trying to see either of the boys, and that’s when Jordyn noticed something falling from the skies. 

“Is that?” Jordyn asked, pointing at whatever was falling. “Is that Harry?”

“Ron, Ron, RONALD!” Hermione shouted, trying to get his attention.

Soon everyone was noticing someone falling, and it was definitely Harry. He was falling faster and faster until Dumbledore shouted “Arresto momentum”, which caused him to have a safer landing on the ground. Cedric caught the snitch, and the game ended. 

As everyone left the pitch, Jordyn, Ron and Hermione ran to catch up with the Gryffindor team, pushing students out of their way, earning many displeased looks. Oliver was far from happy, and Cedric went up to him, but Jordyn didn’t know what they were saying. They got to the twins, and the two were mad. Students were being rushed past them to the infirmary, including Harry. 

“Should we go see him?” Jordyn suggested.

The twins nodded, completely silent, their rage about the game boiling. Before she could walk off with the group, Cedric pulled her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“We’re all going to check on Harry. Are you alright?” she asked, pulling him into a hug, although his quidditch uniform was wetter than wet.

“I’m fine. I told Wood that it was unfair...how we won the game, and I said we could have a rematch, that that was only fair, but he declined. I’ll talk to Harry later,”

“I’m sure Harry won’t be mad. I can’t speak for the twins however, they’re not really talking. I’d watch out for a couple pranks from them, it’s how Fred gets his rage out,” Jordyn warned with a laugh.

“I’ll be careful,”

Oliver called the team into the changing rooms, and Hermione, Ron and Jordyn waited outside. When the twins came back, they seemed to be in a better mood.

“You wore the scarf.” Fred remarked.

“I did. I’m sorry that it’s probably all ruined, thanks to the rain,” Jordyn replied.

The two started walking ahead of the rest of the group.

“It’s fine. I have loads of them, and I’m sure I could even ask mum to make you a new one for Christmas,”

“Guess the whole “good luck charm” didn’t work too well today. I’m sorry you lost, but Cedric offered a rematch.”

“Wood told us, but he declined.”

“Where is Wood?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fred chuckled. “And don’t worry about the scarf and you being the good luck charm. It was one bad game,”

“Do you promise not to prank Cedric?”

“It depends on how Georgie’s feeling, not me.” Fred’s mischievous smile started to appear.

“Promise?” Jordyn pleaded.

“Fine, I promise.”

Fred tossed his arm around Jordyn and they continued up to the hospital wing.te

That night, the Gryffindor tower slept in the Great Hall. Sirius Black had somehow made his way into the castle while everyone was gone. The rest of the houses were evacuated and sent to different places in the castle while every house and classroom was searched, but there was no sign of Black. Jordyn’s fear started to rise once more, and she took the dreamless sleep potion that night.

Quidditch tryouts happened, and much to Cedric’s disappointment, Jordyn didn’t try out. She went to every Gryffindor practice with Ginny and would occasionally go to the Hufflepuff ones as well. Thanks to Draco Malfoy’s injury, Slytherin would no longer be playing against 

Gryffindor in the upcoming game, and it would be against Hufflepuff instead.

Monday morning before the game, Jordyn walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, and instead of Professor Lupin, Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, waiting for everyone to file in. He closed all the windows so it was dark, brought a screen down, and said “Turn to page 394.”

Everyone in the class looked confused, but nobody asked where Lupin was. Jordyn turned her book to the page. No one mentioned that they had already studied werewolves. Snape started a slideshow that went through different pictures of werewolves. 

“Now, who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?” Snape asked.

“An animagus chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice,” a Slytherin said.

Snape assigned an essay about recognizing a werewolf, that when told to the Gryffindor's a year younger, Harry explained that there would be a quidditch game the next day, making Snape extend how long the essay should be. 

Saturday morning, Jordyn woke up to the sound of rain pounding on the windows. She went to breakfast, and talked with the quidditch team. The storm got worse every hour.

“Conditions for today’s game are not ideal, but it’s either we play or we forfeit,” she could hear Oliver Wood shout to the Gryffindors. 

Jordyn got dressed in a windbreaker and wrapped Fred’s scarf around her, then joined Ron and Hermione as they went to the quidditch pitch. When they reached the pitch, it felt like the weather had gotten even worse. Not only was it raining, but the wind was terrible, blowing umbrellas away. The game started, and no one could hear the crowd as the thunder pounded. Gryffindor scored fifty points before Oliver called a quick time out. When the time out ended, immediately Harry and Cedric went head to head to get the snitch. The two disappeared into the stormy clouds. Hermione and Jordyn watched the skies above and around the pitch, trying to see either of the boys, and that’s when Jordyn noticed something falling from the skies. 

“Is that?” Jordyn asked, pointing at whatever was falling. “Is that Harry?”

“Ron, Ron, RONALD!” Hermione shouted, trying to get his attention.

Soon everyone was noticing someone falling, and it was definitely Harry. He was falling faster and faster until Dumbledore shouted “Arresto momentum”, which caused him to have a safer landing on the ground. Cedric caught the snitch, and the game ended. 

As everyone left the pitch, Jordyn, Ron and Hermione ran to catch up with the Gryffindor team, pushing students out of their way, earning many displeased looks. Oliver was far from happy, and Cedric went up to him, but Jordyn didn’t know what they were saying. They got to the twins, and the two were mad. Students were being rushed past them to the infirmary, including Harry. 

“Should we go see him?” Jordyn suggested.

The twins nodded, completely silent, their rage about the game boiling. Before she could walk off with the group, Cedric pulled her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“We’re all going to check on Harry. Are you alright?” she asked, pulling him into a hug, although his quidditch uniform was wetter than wet.

“I’m fine. I told Wood that it was unfair...how we won the game, and I said we could have a rematch, that that was only fair, but he declined. I’ll talk to Harry later,”

“I’m sure Harry won’t be mad. I can’t speak for the twins however, they’re not really talking. I’d watch out for a couple pranks from them, it’s how Fred gets his rage out,” Jordyn warned with a laugh.

“I’ll be careful,”

Oliver called the team into the changing rooms, and Hermione, Ron and Jordyn waited outside. When the twins came back, they seemed to be in a better mood.

“You wore the scarf.” Fred remarked.

“I did. I’m sorry that it’s probably all ruined, thanks to the rain,” Jordyn replied.

The two started walking ahead of the rest of the group.

“It’s fine. I have loads of them, and I’m sure I could even ask mum to make you a new one for Christmas,”

“Guess the whole “good luck charm” didn’t work too well today. I’m sorry you lost, but Cedric offered a rematch.”

“Wood told us, but he declined.”

“Where is Wood?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fred chuckled. “And don’t worry about the scarf and you being the good luck charm. It was one bad game,”

“Do you promise not to prank Cedric?”

“It depends on how Georgie’s feeling, not me.” Fred’s mischievous smile started to appear.

“Promise?” Jordyn pleaded.

“Fine, I promise.”

Fred tossed his arm around Jordyn and they continued up to the hospital wing.

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till forever falls apart{chapter 6}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 6:

Because Fred and George were her best friends, Jordyn told them how to get into the Hufflepuff common room. Was that allowed? Most definitely not, but none of her fellow Hufflepuff’s told any professors, so as long as they weren’t caught, they were fine. 

When Fred and George entered the room, they found Jordyn on the couch, peacefully asleep. 

“Should we wake her up?” George asked.

“You do it,” Fred pushed him towards the couch. 

George went up to the girl, kneeling down to the ground and shook the girls shoulder lightly, hoping that she wouldn’t wake up too scared, but her head shot up the minute he touched her, making the twins chuckle, but they tried to hide it. 

“How are you doing?” George asked.

“Diggory told us about the boggart.” Fred told her.

“He said we should let you rest, but we wanted to come cheer you up, maybe play some of your records?” George said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell either of you, I only just told Ced.” Jordyn explained.

“It’s alright. Now go get your records,” Fred smiled.

The three spent the day listening to Queen and ABBA, because they knew it would cheer Jordyn up the most. Cedric joined them when he brought Jordyn the dreamless sleep potion. That night was the first night of peaceful sleep.

After about a month, she finally felt like she could go to sleep without taking the potion. The first Hogsmeade trip of the year was coming up, and she wasn’t so sure about going, so she stayed in the Great Hall to study. George was going to Hogsmeade with Angelina, leaving Fred all alone, until he found Jordyn in the Great Hall. 

“What are you planning for today?” Fred said, sitting next to the girl, and pushing on Jordyn’s cheeks as she stared intently at her homework.

“Well, I was planning on getting my homework done. What about you? Where’s your other half?” she replied, looking up at the red head.

“Well, he decided he’d rather be with Angelina than me today. Let’s go to Hogsmeade.”

“I wasn’t really planning on it today, but maybe we could go to Zonkos!”

His eyes widened. In all his years of knowing the girl, he didn’t know she enjoyed the same joke shop as him. She laughed at his big eyes and then her own went back to her homework. 

“You...you like Zonkos?” he questioned the girl.

“Of course I like Zonkos, Freddie,” she replied with a smile. 

“Well then I’ll come with you! A proper Zonkos outing with your favorite Weasley!”

“Bill’s in town?” Jordyn laughed at Fred, who rolled his eyes and almost tackled the girl.

He watched as her eyes lit up as she continued to laugh at her own joke, and it was starting to become more and more contagious. He had never paid attention to her in this way, taking in every detail about her face and mannerisms. 

He had always found her cute, since the day they had met. Her personality and sense of humor was easily just as attractive to him. He hadn’t really noticed it before, but she wasn’t just cute, she was beautiful. 

“Freddie, what are you staring at?

The boy looked at Jordyn and shyly smiled. He hadn’t even realized he had zoned out staring at her, but he snapped out of it quickly. 

“Nothing, blondie,” he said. “Are you done with that homework? I’d like to go to Zonkos, please.”

He put his head on top of her homework, in order to get her to stop, his famous mischievous smile plastered onto his face. 

“I suppose I’m done now, Frederick,” she pushed his head off of her homework, then stuffing it in her bag. “Let’s go to Hogsmeade.”

The two got off the bench, and left the Great Hall.

“I’m going to go grab my coat, you should too,” Jordyn suggested. “We can meet back here.”

Fred nodded, then ran to the Gryffindor dormitory, grabbing his coat and hat. Then he snagged his red and gold scarf and ran back down to the Great Hall, where Jordyn was waiting. He quickly threw the scarf around her neck and wrapped it around her. 

“What’s this?”

“Wouldn’t want you catching a cold, blondie,” he said with a wink.

Fred was a flirty person, so Jordyn tried her hardest to ignore the feeling she got when he winked at her. She tried to ignore the smell coming from Fred’s scarf that seemed to envelope all around her. 

“It’s not even that cold,”

“You were the one that got your coat.”

The two walked down to Hogsmeade, laughing and making jokes. Fred threw his arm  around Jordyn, a typical way that the two walked down the halls. Jordyn found herself nestled deeper into his side as the air got nippier, the further they got from the school. 

They got to Zonkos. Jordyn laughed as Fred’s eyes got wide staring at the store. He had been there plenty of times before, but everytime he entered it was like a dream come true. He dragged Jordyn through the aisles, staring at each product intensely. 

“Are you going to buy anything Freddie?” she asked, while eyeing some sugar quills.

“Might buy some nose-biting teacups and mess with Ickle Ronniekins or Percy, what do you think of that?” Fred asked, holding a teacup in his hands.

“It’s a wicked idea Freddie,” Jordyn smiled back at the boy, laughing at the idea of a teacup hanging off of Ron’s nose.

The two continued to shop, Fred grabbing some dungbombs for himself and George, before going to the counter and putting the products down. He snatched the sugar quills Jordyn held in her hands and threw some money onto the counter before she could protest.

They then left the store, Fred’s arm wrapped tightly around his best friend, and her content in her position, while eating sugar quills. They saw Ron and Hermione, and in all of Fred’s generosity, he bought the four of them a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. After finishing their drinks, they all decided to go back. The four walked together, and Fred wrapped his arm around Jordyn once again. Ron and Hermione stayed a few feet back from them, making comments quiet enough that Fred and Jordyn couldn’t hear. 

“I think Ron likes Hermione,” Fred commented. “George and I have a bet that they’ll get married after their years at Hogwarts,”

“Does George not think they will?”

“No, he thinks Hermione and Harry will get married,”

“Don’t let Ginny hear that.” Jordyn laughed.

When the four got to the courtyard, Harry joined them. He told them about talking with Professor Lupin, because he wasn’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade. George and Angelina also joined them, all making a group endeavor dropping Jordyn off at the Hufflepuff dormitory. 

“Wait, Fred,” she started to pull off his scarf.

“No keep it, we’ve got a game soon,” he winked and turned around, heading to the Gryffindor common room.

“Freddie and Jordyn sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-” Ron started, but Fred quickly pulled his wand out of his coat, just enough for Ron to see, so he would be quiet.

As they all headed up the stairs, Fred turned to George. 

“I think I like Jordyn.”

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till forever falls apart{chapter 5}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 5:

The boggart stayed in Jordyn’s mind throughout the rest of the week. The only peace she found was when she had astronomy on Tuesday. Each night she had the dream of the boggart, to the point where she avoided sleep altogether. She would wake up in the middle of the night from her dreams and go sit on the couch in the common room, putting everything into her homework to try and distract her. She hadn’t told anyone about the dreams, about the boggart. The only people that knew were those in the classroom Monday.

On Tuesday during study hall, she noticed Draco Malfoy in a sling, and overheard a conversation between Hermione, Ron and Harry about something that happened in Care of Magical Creatures, a class she had earlier that day. Hagrid had a whole lesson prepared, but it was changed at the last minute, and now she knew why. Then Seamus came running into the Great Hall.

“He’s been sighted, he’s been sighted!” Seamus shouted, throwing a paper onto the Gryffindor table.

Jordyn ran over and moved the twins away from each other, sitting in between them. 

“Who?” Ron asked.

“Sirius Black!”

Everyone at the table crowded around the paper. A shudder went through Jordyn’s spine. 

“Dufftown? That’s not far from here,” Hermione said. 

“You don’t think he’d come to Hogwarts? Do you?” Neville asked.

“There’s dementors at every entrance,” Fred said.

“Dementors,” Seamus started. “He’s already slipped past them once, who’s to say he won’t do it again.”

Jordyn watched fear come to Harry’s face. 

“That’s right, Black could be anywhere. It’s like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands,” another student added.

They all stared at the paper, before Harry went to go back to his work. 

It was finally Friday night. Jordyn would have all of Saturday to be with the twins, helping them study for their O.W.L.S. at the end of the year. She tried to go to sleep, but maybe had an hour or two to actually sleep before the dream happened once more. So, she got up and headed to the common room. She had gone five days without a goods night sleep, and her friends were starting to notice. 

“So this is why the muggles try therapy,” she thought to herself as she dove into her homework from Professor Sinistra. The door to the common room opened, and a tired Cedric walked in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t really sleep,” she responded, a slight smile on her face. 

“Would you like to talk about why? I’ve noticed you haven’t been sleeping recently.” Cedric sat down on the couch next to Jordyn.

“It’s nothing, just excitement, I guess.”

“Excitement for what?”

“This new school year. All the great opportunities for this year?” Jordyn tried to convince Cedric, but he knew her too well.

“What’s wrong Jordyn? Why haven’t you slept?”

“In Defense Against the Dark Arts on Monday, we went over boggarts, and when I went up, I saw something.”

“Was it a clown?”

Jordyn laughed, “No, that’s what I thought it would be. But instead, it turned into Fred, George...and you. The three of you were on the ground, dead. And I couldn’t do anything about it. I forgot the spell and I couldn’t save you.”

“It wasn’t real.” Cedric said, taking her homework from her and wrapping his arms around her, and small tears came out of her eyes.

“I know it wasn’t real, but then Sirius Black was sighted and now it feels all too real. It could be a possibility, and I couldn’t stop it. He’s a murderer.”

“Jordyn, I promise you, I’ll protect you. I’ll protect the twins.”

“I’ll protect you,” Jordyn cried.

She fell asleep on the couch in Cedric’s arm, and when she woke up from the dream, he calmed her down. She made the rest of the night without having the dream, and when he woke up in the morning for breakfast, he wrote a quick note for her to let her know where he was, then ran to the Great Hall.

Instead of going to the Hufflepuff table, he went to the Gryffindor table, sitting across from the twins.

“We need to talk about Jordyn.”

“What’s wrong? Is she hurt?” Fred asked.

“She’s fine, mostly. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, her boggart turned into us three, dead. It’s been haunting her dreams, and she hasn’t slept since Monday night, but she did sleep some last night. I know she was supposed to help you study, but I think it’s best if she rests today, gets as much sleep as possible.”

The twins nodded in agreement. 

“What if we got the sleeping draught? Charlie had to make it in his sixth year, and I assume it works. She could get real sleep, and wouldn’t have the dream,” George suggested.

“George that’s brilliant,” Cedric replied. “I can ask Madame Pomfrey or even Professor Snape if we can have some. I’m sure they’ll understand. I’ll see you boys later.”

Cedric got up from the table, and headed off to the Hufflepuff table.

“Can we come see her?” Fred asked.

“Of course, just make sure to keep it low. She should rest.” Cedric smiled, turned around and went to his breakfast.

“Well, while he gets the potion, we can go be with her, play some records, try and cheer her up?” George said. 

“Why didn’t she tell us what happened?” Fred asked. 

George could tell he was offended that Jordyn hadn’t come to either of them. 

“I’m not sure Freddie, but you can’t get mad at her when we see her. She’s already stressed out as is.”

The two got up from the table and headed off to the Hufflepuff common room.

“What if we went pranking with her instead?” Fred asked.

“Not now Freddie, not now.”

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till forever falls apart{chapter 4}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 4:

Jordyn analyzed her schedule over and over again the next morning. She wished she could be just one year older so she could have classes with the twins, especially Potions, because she knew how much fun it would be to torture Snape. 

She sat with them at breakfast, teasing Lee Jordan about asking Angelina Johnson out yet again and getting rejected, and then Angelina joined in the teasing. It was all fun and games, since no one laughed at themselves harder than Lee did. 

“We’ve got our quidditch schedule,” Fred whispered to Jordyn while they were all laughing.

“Any games worth watching?” Jordyn joked.

“They’ll only be worth playing if our good luck charm is there,” he said. “But the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor game would be even better if someone new was on the team.”

“I told you I don’t play. Also, mum and dad would freak if I got injured. They already considered not letting me come back after last year, remember?”

“I do remember. I still think you’d be great. Look at Harry, he was raised by muggles and he’s the best seeker we’ve had in years, no offense to Charlie.”

“But it’s also in his blood to play. His father was a fantastic chaser.”

Fred gave her a snide look.

“I may not know a lot about quidditch, but they have the team pictures everywhere. James must have been good, just watch how Harry plays.”

“You’ve got a bit of drool right there, Marchbanks,” George pointed to the corner of her mouth, making Jordyn roll her eyes.

“Stop talking about Harry’s dad that way, right Harry?” Fred laughed.

“What?” Harry said, looking up from his meal.

“Fred, shut it,” Jordyn said smacking his arm. “I’m going to go to class, before either of you get me into trouble with Harry.”

“Tell us how Professor Lupin is.” George said as she got up from the table and walked away.

“We’ll see you after class,” Fred shouted, and she smiled, walking quicker so nobody would notice.

She went to her first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The new teacher, Professor Lupin was standing in front of a big closet. There was something in the closet, and it wasn’t too happy to be in there, as it kept trying to get out, shocking some students. The class was combined with Slytherins, and Jordyn, not knowing them, stood next to Lissa and Savannah, who welcomed her with smiles. 

“Alright class, let’s get started. First off, who can tell me what a boggart is?”

Lissa raised her hand, “A boggart is a creature that shape-shifts into the person’s worst fear.”

“Correct, Ms…”

“Hammers, sir.”

“No one has seen a boggart’s true form, as it changes it’s form instantly when seeing someone,” Lupin said. “For class today, everyone line up, we’ll be working on casting the spell for boggarts, no wands please. The spell is “ridikulus”, everyone say it with me.”

The whole class repeated after him. 

“Very good. Now what really finishes a boggart is laughter, so when casting the spell, you need to force the boggart to shift into something you find funny. For example, um, you there,” he pointed to a Slytherin. “Come here. What’s your name?”

“I’m Lauretta Grouse, sir.”

“Well Lauretta, what frightens you the most?”

“I’m not sure, maybe failing, sir.”

“A very good fear. What I want you to do Ms. Grouse, is to imagine something that will make you laugh, make you happy, like seeing a professor give you a good grade on your O.W.L.S. Can you do that?”

“I think I can,” the girl said with confidence.

“Wands at the ready,” Lupin said, holding his wand out, and Lauretta grabbed hers from her wand and held it.

Lupin performed a spell and the closet door opened, with Professor Dumbledore holding a paper out to Lauretta, with a large red F at the top. Lauretta moved her wand and said “ridikulus”, and suddenly, Professor Dumbledore transformed into Professor Snape giving her papers with very large “outstanding” written throughout the paper.

“Well done, Ms. Grouse. Class, get into line. I want you all to pick the thing you fear the very most and turn it into something funny.” 

Jordyn was pushed back into the middle of the line as the students clamoured to claim a spot. Professor Lupin turned on his record player and the boggart switched to the next person, then turning into something funny. Everyone was laughing, but Jordyn found it hard to see, so she just focused on what scared her the most-that creepy clown from IT. 

She watched the movie with the twins for the first time over the summer, and nothing had scared her more. When it got to her turn, she expected the boggart to turn into the clown. But then, Fred, George and Cedric were all lying on the ground, eyes glazed over, completely still. It was like the spell had left her mind, what did she have to do again. Think of something funny, think of something funny. But she felt frozen, her thoughts ran in a circle, and she could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. Quickly Lupin stood in front of her, and the boggart changed into the moon.

“Ridikulus,” he said and the boggart seemed to disappear in a poof of smoke. He quickly opened the closet again and the boggart found its way back and Lupin locked it.

“Sorry class, head back down to your desks. That’ll be it for the day.”

While the rest of the class left, Jordyn couldn’t seem to move.

“Are you okay?” Lupin asked.

“Yes...sorry for...that,” she pointed to the floor where her three best friends once lay. “I was expecting a clown.”

She laughed, wiping away the tears that rolled to her cheeks.

“Clowns are pretty scary,”

“Clowns are scary as shit,” she responded, making Lupin laugh. “Oh, sorry for cursing in class.”

“You’re alright, Ms…?”

“Marchbanks, Jordyn Marchbanks.”

“Well Ms. Marchbanks, I think you should go grab your books. You’re excused from class early.”

“Oh, thank you Professor,” she turned around, then turned back to Lupin. “Also, Professor, I like the music, however, maybe you could play some Queen next time?”

Lupin laughed, “I’ll consider it Ms. Marchbanks.” 

She turned around and walked back to the desks, grabbing her book from hers, then walking straight out, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the classroom. She ran straight for the bathroom, and finally let herself cry, still seeing the boggart whenever she closed her eyes. Instead of waiting for class to be excused, she ran back to the Hufflepuff common room, throwing herself onto the couch and crying just a bit more, before going to the kitchens to talk to the house elves and getting a snack, her eye on the clock so she would be to her next class in time. 

When the clock hit 12:30, she left the kitchen, thanking the house elves, then going to the Great Hall for lunch. She paced back in forth of the Great Hall, waiting for twins or Cedric, or even Ron. When the twins did show up, she stopped pacing and threw herself at George first.

“Woah, that’s a reaction. What’s up blondie?” George asked, holding the girl tightly before she let go, switching to the other twin.

When she hugged Fred, she started silently crying into his shoulder, taking in his scent, taking in the fact that the boggart was just a boggart, and the boys were okay. She also noticed in this moment that the twins had grown noticeably over the summer. She didn’t think that was possible over a month. 

“Was class okay?” he asked, and she moved away. Fred’s fingers wiped away some of the tears, taking a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her.

“Professor Lupin is great,” she said. “But we did a lesson on boggarts, and I guess my fear just wasn’t something I expected.”

“Would you like to talk about it?” George asked.

“I’m okay. I just want to see Cedric...and eat.” she broke a smile and the boys smiled back.

[jordmacwriting]

till forever falls apart{chapter 3}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 3:

The twins, Ginny and Jordyn all sat together on the train. Cedric came and visited them all during his prefect duties, and much to the twins'(or just Fred’s) annoyance, he stayed and sat with them all.

“You should convince Jordyn to try out for quidditch. I told her she’d be a great chaser or even a seeker. Give me some competition,” he joked, nudging Jordyn with his shoulder. 

“I told you, there’s not an athletic bone in my body. I’m better off cheering in the stands.”

“Well what about little Weasley,” Cedric asked. “You’re old enough to try out for quidditch now.”

“Ginny doesn’t play,” Fred said.

Ginny had a look on her face like she was going to kick Fred.

“I do too. But I don’t think mum would want me to play.” Ginny told Cedric. 

“Well if you’re anything like your brothers, you’re a good player, probably better,” Cedric told her, making her grin, while also glaring at Fred. “I’m going to go check on Cho, I’ll see you at dinner Jord.”

He left the compartment, and Fred closed it after he left.

“What a git.” he mumbled as he sat back down in his seat.

“What’s got you all upset? Cedric’s nice.” Jordyn kicked Fred’s feet. 

“And he’s so handsome,” Ginny added, making the girls laugh. 

“I just think he’s pretentious.” Fred retorted.

Jordyn was about to respond, saying something about how Fred just needed to get to know Cedric, but the train was getting colder. Outside it had been raining, so it was already dark, but it seemed as if it had gotten ten times darker. The entire train halted to a stop, and at least one person from every compartment was shouting or screaming. The light flickered until they went completely out. The compartment window had frosted over and she couldn’t see out, until a dark figure floated through the hall. Ginny and her moved to the seats next to George, who held both of them, while Fred cast a lumos spell that went out as quickly as he had cast it. 

“Maybe someone should go see what’s wrong,” Jordyn suggested.

George let go of the girls, and Fred took them under his arms. George went to the door, but before he could open it, the dark figure floated back and the lights came on. The train’s horn went off and it started moving again. 

Their compartment door was opened and Cedric and Percy were standing next to each other looking in. 

“Are you alright?” Cedric asked, grabbing Jordyn from Fred’s arms and hugging her. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. You should go check up on everyone,” but she held onto Ced a little tighter than normal. 

“Ginny, are you alright?” Percy asked.

Ginny just nodded, and Fred let go of her.

“Alright. We need to find the rest of the prefects, Cedric. I’ll see you all at dinner.”

The two left, and Ginny and Jordyn excused themselves to get dressed in their robes. The rest of the ride was fairly short, and when they got to Hogwarts, Jordyn caught up to Cedric, to ensure a spot with him at dinner.

Jordyn didn’t mind not being as popular as Cedric or as Fred and George. She didn’t have too many friends in Hufflepuff, but she still knew every student in her house by name. She welcomed each first year with a warm round of applause, and was the loudest cheering after the frog choir sang. While Dumbledore gave an opening remark to the school, Jordyn caught Fred’s eye and gave him a little wave, then signaling him about meeting him at the astronomy tower. He nudged George, giving him the same signal, then the two boys nodded at Jordyn. She didn’t seem to notice that Dumbledore had given an explanation to what happened on the train, a dementor, and that they would be all around the school. 

Because she didn’t grow up in the wizarding world, she was learning about Harry’s parents and the whole ordeal with he-who-must-not-be-named while Harry was learning about it himself. She didn’t know who this Sirius Black was, all she knew was that people were scared of him, so she should be too. 

After dinner they met up at the astronomy tower, listening to a Beatles album that she had bought over the summer. The twins then dropped her off at the Hufflepuff dorm, and went up to their own dorm.

Cedric, and Jordyn’s roommates, Lissie Hammers and Savannah Sterling were waiting on the couch for her. 

“You’re past curfew,” Cedric said, trying not to crack a smile. “Now you have to tell me where you were.”

“I was with the twins,” Jordyn said.

“Ah yes. The twins.” Lissie added.

“Aren’t you in love with one of them?” Savannah asked.

Jordyn broke a smile.

“The three of us are just friends, no move over you two.”

She motioned for Lissie and Savannah to move on the couch so she could sit next to Cedric. In her four years of being at Hogwarts, this was the most the three girls had talked and spent time together. Lissie was a prefect this year, and was a shoo-in for being head girl their seventh year. Savannah spent most of her time writing music and playing guitar. While the four talked, Sprout came into the common room to give them their schedules early, and then told them all to go to bed so they could be to class on time, to which most of the students listened, including Jordyn’s roommates.

“You need to talk to them more,” Cedric said to Jordyn. 

“I would, I just have nothing to talk to them about. I like being with the twins.”

“Be honest, do you like one of them? Do you like both of them?” he asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

“Cedric Diggory,” she laughed, pushing his shoulder. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, when you figure it out, I want to be the first to know. Now go to bed, I’ve got to go patrol the halls.”

“Let the twins off with a warning if you catch them. Or just ignore them. Freddie will like you better if you do,” she said, getting off the couch and going to her room.

[jordmacwriting]

till forever falls apart{chapter 2}{f.w. x oc}

i’m not going to lie i don’t think i will ever have a normal sleep schedule ever again:)

Chapter 2:

School years were never truly safe at Hogwarts. Because of quidditch, children were being sent to hospital wings at the end of every week, spending anywhere from hours to weeks with Madame Pomfrey. But that was as dangerous as it got. But then Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. His first year there was fine, a small incident happened at the end of the year with a chess game that landed Ron and Harry in the hospital wing...and somehow because of that they won the House cup, which angered anyone that wasn’t a Gryffindor. Jordyn had already spent most of the fall crying over Freddie Mercury’s death, so she had considered this the worst year ever. The next year, a lot more people were targeted, including Jordyn. She was stuck in the hospital wing, completely petrified, and was unaware of anything going on. 

Fred and George had visited her in the hospital everyday after classes, and while Fred kept his composure, George would often cry about their best friend. The day that she was cured was the best day for the boys, and they vowed that they would never have time apart from her as much as they could.

Her parents considered not sending her back the next year, but after hours of begging and visits from the twins as well as Cedric, they decided that she would be benefiting by going to Hogwarts. That was when Jordyn decided to no longer tell her parents about what happened at Hogwarts. 

That summer was the most fun Jordyn had ever had,even if it was just for the first week. The three watched every movie they could get their hands on and listened to every record the twins were missing out on. They went to museums with Jordyn’s parents, taking in a new culture they had never really been exposed to, then going home to tell Arthur all about it. But then the boys went on a family summer trip to Egypt, so most of the time, Cedric came over, where Cedric would talk about Cho, a girl in Jordyn’s year from Ravenclaw, and Jordyn would think about how much she missed the twins. 

After hearing that Cedric would come over for dinners throughout the summer, Fred wanted to come back more than ever. At the time, he was unsure of why he felt such an urge to be close to Jordyn whenever Cedric was around, but George knew the minute that Fred had mentioned the letter Jordyn had written about Cedric. 

The days leading up to her next year at Hogwarts were uneventful until she had met up with the Weasley family at the Leaky Cauldron.

“So this is the infamous Jordyn I’ve heard all about?”

“Hi Mrs. Weasley,” she said, holding out her hand for Molly to shake.

Molly quickly wrapped her in a hug, ignoring Jordyn’s hand.

“Please, call me Molly.”

The simple comment made Jordyn grin, which then made Fred and George tease her the rest of the day. 

She spent her nights at the Leaky Cauldron with Hermione and Ginny, bonding with Hermione about muggle parents and realizing that her father was actually Jordyn’s dentist. She talked about her adventures with the twins, and Hermione and Ginny shared a smile over the sparkle in Jordyn’s eyes whenever she mentioned Fred. Ginny told stories about Egypt and Hermione told stories about France and Jordyn couldn’t be happier to be going back to Hogwarts.

[jordmacwriting]

till forever falls apart{chapter 1}{f.w. x oc}

is the oc just me? yep mmhmm. also i will also be posting this on wattpad. and there’s a playlist that goes along with this & a lot of songs will actually be used in chapters!

Chapter 1:

Song: Girl Next Door by Copperpot

The best way to understand Fred and George’s dynamic with an equally mischievous blonde girl was to start at the beginning. But even then, nobody could ever understand it besides the three of them. 

Jordyn walked through King’s Cross by herself at the ripe old age of eleven. It was a high time for traffic in the station, and not many people could see the small girl, and pretty soon she was being pushed around. She just wanted to know where Platform 9 ¾ was. She felt herself get pushed to the ground by an adult and she knew that she shouldn’t say anything, so she held her tongue.

Behind her walked a red haired family with four boys with the same carts and luggage as her coming up to the brick wall in front of her. Two of them looked down at her, and very uncharacteristically, helped her up. She brushed off her skirt and thanked the boys. Only now did she notice that they were identical.

“I’m Fred,” one of them said.

“And I’m George.” the other said.

“I’m Jordyn, it’s nice to meet you,” she said.

“Hello dear, are you going to Hogwarts as well?” a woman asked, and Jordyn assumed it was the boy’s mother.

“Yes. It’s my first year!” she exclaimed.

“Well, it’s Fred & George’s second, and their older brothers, Percy & Charlie will be going into their fourth and seventh year. I’ll make sure they keep an eye on you so you don’t get pushed over again,” the woman chuckled.

“Mum, were you trying to make a joke?” Fred asked.

The woman stayed silent and rolled her eyes at her son. 

“She loves me,” he told Jordyn.

The two boys instructed her to run through the wall and then she’d be at Platform 9 ¾, and that they’d see her on the train.

She had the perfect face of innocence and soft qualities, they could tell where she would be placed, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t join in on the pranks.

She was placed in Hufflepuff, but the boys took her under their wing, showing her the ropes of how to mess with people. She cheered them on at quidditch practices and games, unless Cedric Diggory was around, who she considered her only friend in her house. By the end of her first year, she had been completely corrupted. Her innocent face was still as innocent, but her soft eyes held glints of mischief, the first thing the twins had noticed about her, besides the fact that she was a girl on the ground of a busy train station. 

The next year, the twin’s younger brother Ron came to Hogwarts, with two friends Harry and Hermione. Jordyn got along with the three of them, especially Hermione as they were both muggle-born, and while those three got in loads of danger, Fred, George and Jordyn wreaked havoc on the school, and it continued to the next year.

Jordyn would be lying if she said she’d hadn’t always felt something towards Fred. She assumed she loved him in a platonic way. Their little sister, Ginny, soon joined the clan at Hogwarts, and although she was quite a bit younger than Jordyn, the two got very close, and Ginny often asked what was going on between her brother and Jordyn, knowing that in the letters home, Fred was talking about his blonde friend.

[jordmacwriting]

Good Kid{modern!r.h.}

A/N: ummm so why does this song fit for every Newsie?

Masterlist

Song: Good Kid from The Lightning Thief

Requested: no

Warnings: angst angst angst angsty

Word Count: 829

Six schools in six years

Been kicked out of every place

Everything I ever do is wrong

Never find where I belong

Everybody on my case

Race hadn’t had it easy. He was known for being a trouble maker. Since he was ten, he was kicked out every school. Six schools in six years. Everything he ever did was wrong, he didn’t have a place to belong and everybody was always trying to tell him what he was doing wrong.

The same old story

The same old song:

"Don't act up, don't act out

Be strong"

I keep my head down

I keep my chin up

But it ends up all the same

With, "Pack your bags,

You're always to blame."

His mom always told him to be good. And he tried his hardest. He would ignore everyone at school, avoid making friends, avoid making enemies. But there was always that one person, that one person that would push him down to the ground. They seemed to know his reputation before they even really knew him. So they’d try to get him out of the school. And no matter how hard he tried to be good, he was packing his bags and him and his mom were moving to a new school. It was always his fault.

I never try to do anything

I never meant to hurt anyone

I try, I try to be a good kid

A good kid

A good son

But no one ever will take my side

All I ever do is take the fall

I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid

Guess I'm good for nothing at all

He was always trying to be a good  kid. The best kid. This time it was all thanks to the Delancey brothers. They pushed him around since he first showed up at the school, and he dealt with every single punch, every single bruised eye and bloody nose. And then one day, he gets punished for all his injuries. The Delancey’s showed up to the principals office, all beaten and torn up, blaming it all on Race. So he was kicked out.

Nobody ever believed Race, except his mom. She knew what he was like-that he was a good kid, a good son. No principal, no teacher believed him. They knew his situation. They called him a good for nothing, just like his father.

Gabe was a world class jerk

Dad was never there

The only family that really mattered?

Well, she vanished into the air

And now I finally find a haven

Someplace safe, where I can stay

'Till it's

"Pack your bags,

Now go, go away!"

When his mom remarried after his birth father abandoned him and his mother, Race didn’t like him at all. Gabe was the worst. He was somewhat abusive and his mother dealt with it. She said it was for Race’s protection. And then Gabe dropped out suddenly, leaving Race and his mother behind again. And then she got sick...and she vanished out of the picture.

Race finally found a place, with Jack Kelly. He got to the new school and fit in with his crowd immediately. Jack warned Race about the Delancey’s, and said if they ever bothered him, to go to Jack immediately. He never went to Jack, and next thing he knew, he was out of the school.

All the schools in six years

Every battle, everyday

No one ever tells me that they're proud

No one asks me

"How'd you like to come round and stay?"

The stupid schools that he had been to, with the awful teachers and the awful principals, who never listened to him once. No one told him that they were proud of him, of the accomplishments he was making. No one asked if he wanted to stay instead of leave everywhere.

All you get are bad grades

And a bum rap

And a bad rep

And a good smack

And no friends

And no hope

And no mom-

She's taken away

He had bad grades because of all the schools he had to leave, and he had never really been the brightest light bulb either, and his reputation followed him wherever he went, even though it wasn’t even his, and he got beaten around so much, and all his friends were gone. There was no hope. And his mom...she was gone.

He just wanted to scream.

I swear I never stole anything

I never meant to hurt anyone

I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid

A good kid, who's had a bad run

And all I need is one last chance

To prove I'm good enough for someone

He never stole anything. He never...ever hurt anyone. He was a good kid who had it tough. It wasn’t easy. He just wanted a chance to prove that he was good enough, because he is good enough. Because he had always been a good kid.

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[jordmacwriting]

Not Your Fault{d.j. x reader}

A/N: i love Davey...that is all. 

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Requested: yes! By: @isweareverythingsalright

Request: ‘Davey using prompt #2 from the drabble list challenge’-also, since there were 2 #2′s for drabble list challenge cuz there were like two, yah, anyway, i used both because i thought it would work

Warnings: angst, violence shtuff

Word Count: 711

One day ago, Davey Jacobs was walking on air. The strike had just been started and they just needed to spread the word to the other newsies in New York. He had his eye on the most amazing newsie he had met in the two days he had been working there, and you just happened to feel the same way.

But that was before the strike had actually started. That was before Les had a broken arm and Davey was bleeding so bad he passed out and had to be carried back to the Lodge. That was before the other news boys were battered and bruised, worse than he was. That was before Crutchie was dragged off to the refuge and Jack was missing. That was before newsies couldn’t walk. That was before he had to stay in the Lodge so his mom wouldn’t freak out about his injuries and forbid him from working as a newsie.

So here he lay, trying to catch some sleep for once, next to you. You were forbidden from going to the strike, being one of the younger newsies, but that didn’t stop you. He had pulled you away from fights with the Delancey’s, earning blows to the face. You continued to fight with the Delancey’s for hurting Davey. It was a continuous circle, until the bulls came. Newsies were dragged away. Davey tossed and turned as he heard Crutchie yelling for Jack.

Then the dream changed, and it wasn’t Crutchie being pulled away, it was Les. He was crying, begging for someone, for Davey, for his mother, but Davey was lying on the concrete, passed out.

You felt the mattress beneath you move, and you turned over to Davey, who was writing back and forth, tears in his eyes. You shot up and moved closer to him. The tall boy continued to sleep, turning violently. You softly put your hand on his shoulder and shook him a little bit. He shot up and looked at you.

“Is Les here? Please tell me it was all a dream.”

“Les is still here….Dave, are you alright?”

“I can’t stop dreaming about what happened. It replays in my mind, the Delancey’s hurting you, the bulls taking away Crutchie, and then it changes. They aren’t taking away Crutchie, they’re taking away Les...when you woke me, they were about to take you away,” he wrapped his arms around you. “But you’re here. You’re not okay.”

You snuggled into his arms, his hand caressed your face, touching the black eye and busted lip.

“I’m okay Davey, I promise. But you...you’re not alright. Not just physically, but up in here too,”

You tapped on his head a little bit, earning a smile from Davey, even if it was too dark to see.

“I can’t help thinking that this was all my fault….I brought up the strike and suggested we tell Pulitzer and that we go through it,” he said all these things, blaming himself, through hard, deep breaths.

You put your hands on his face.

“Davey...hey, hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore. By the time the strike is over, the Delancey’s will be too scared to hurt us, and the bulls and Snyder, we won’t have to worry about them. Second of all, none of this, the strike, everybodies injuries, Crutchie going to the Refuge, none of this is your fault.”

Davey took a deep breath, slowly, surely, trying to regain total calmness. His hands grabbed yours from his face and held them close to his chest.

“Thank you, (Y/N)....” you felt him lean in closer to you, his breath coming closer and closer.

His nose bumped into yours, and his forehead stayed against yours.

“You can kiss me...if you want to…”

“I want to,” he whispers against your lips.

His lips press against yours, and you kiss back, even though it hurts a little bit. He pulls back, remembering your lip.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s all good Davey,” you mutter, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “We need to go to sleep.”

You lay down and Davey wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him, your head resting against his chest, and you both peacefully fall asleep.

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[jordmacwriting]

Did I Scare You{modern!r.h. x reader}

A/N: i don’t even know where i was going with this lol

Masterlist

AU: ‘Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the h out of me every TIME!’ 

Requested: no

Warnings: random ranting basically like this story is so weird

Word Count: 1218

A typical fall afternoon. You were in your room working on homework for your math class after a long day at school. You sat on your bedroom floor, spreading papers out around you and tried to focus. Your back faced your window that was slightly ajar.

Your best friend, Race, lived next door to you. You had been best friends since birth, living next door to each other for as long as you could remember. In between your two houses was a giant tree, where Race and you would usually meet up to hang out. You had turned it into a tree house when you were around seven, with the help of your dad. Ever since then, it was your go to any meeting with Race.

Because you had known him so long, you figured you’d never feel anything more for the silly boy. But by the time you were ten, you started to notice that he wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t just your dumb best friend that you did everything with. You couldn’t tell if you loved him like he was your brother or something more, and of course you didn’t need to know in that moment-you were ten.

Three years later, after Race had gotten in a fight, defending you after some random boy in the lunchroom touched your butt. You thought it was a little extreme at the time, but looking back at it, you couldn’t be more glad that he did that. Now, four years later, at age seventeen, no boy messed with you, knowing that Race would beat them up. You went to the nurses office with Race and helped him get all cleaned up.

“Race, you didn’t have to do that. I can defend myself.”

“I wanted to...I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too Higgins.”

You thought nothing of the conversation. He loved you. Of course he did, you were his best friend. That’s what you say to best friends. But he loved you in more of a friend type of way. He had loved you since fifth grade, and he knew that he’d always love you.

Starting high school, you knew that Race was always going to be by your side the entire time. The summer before freshman year, the two of you shared your first kiss. Race just threw the idea out “for the heck of it”, and you agreed to get your first kiss done and over with. That’s what you thought Race had suggested it for as well.

But after the kiss, everything changed. Race got girlfriends and you stayed single, gaining other friends and joining Race’s friend group. The two of you stayed best friends. And now it was senior year. The two of you were still best friends, like you had promised. You were single...Race was single. You were in love with him and he was in love with you, and everybody seemed to know except for the two of you.

You worked on homework and listened to music. It was the same routine every afternoon after school. Occasionally Race would pop by to get some notes from class or get some help on the assignments, but as of right now, he was nowhere near your house.

Race raced home in his truck, pulled into the garage and hopped out of the car. He ran to the tree house and silently started to climb up, pulling himself to the top. He saw your window was open and that you’re headphones were in. He got closer to the window, opening it up ever so slightly so he could wriggle in to your room.

Knowing you the past seventeen years, he knew everything about you. He knew how easy you were to scare. So if he executed this correctly, he could scare you into the next century.

He crept up on you and squatted down, closer to you. Slowly his hands went up to your shoulders, rested there for a short second, than squeezed tightly. You jumped back, screaming for a short amount of time, resulting in Race falling on the floor, laughing loudly. You took your earbuds out and turned to Race.

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the heck out of me every TIME! How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Enough times that it’s getting ridiculous that you keep the windows open,” Race said through spurts of laughter.

You jumped on top of him and hit his stomach.

“I hate you so much,”

His arms wrapped around your torso as he started to stop laughing.

“No...no you don’t.”

He rolled over so you were now on the ground and Race was on top of you. Until you were about eight, the two of you would wrestle, and then it started to get weird.  Right now...it was kind of weird but you liked it.

“So...you got a date to homecoming yet?” Race asked.

“I don’t think anybody is going to ask me.”

“Well, they should. You’re a total catch. Plus it’s your senior year.”

“You should tell the guys at school that Higgins. If they hear it from you, my number one protector, they might not be so afraid to ask me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

His arms flexed around you, and your fingers traced his bicep that was still wrapped around you. Your head nestled into his neck, and he rested his head on top of yours.

“JoJo and Alb, they say that best friends don’t do this...that this isn’t normal.”

“Our friends are kind of stupid, (Y/N/N). I know you know that.”

“Do you think this is normal? I mean we used to wrestle, and your laying on top of me. Best friends don’t randomly just kiss “for the heck of it”, at least I don’t think they do. And they don’t just go through each other’s windows.”

“We’re not normal best friends…(Y/N), is there something on your mind?”

You pushed his arms off of you and moved away from him, sitting up straight. His head went into your lap, and you started to play with his hair.

“Are we denying something? Is there something between us and we just don’t want to talk about it?”

“(Y/N), I told you four years ago that I love you. That hasn’t changed. But when I said it, I meant that I’m in love with you. You responded with an “i love you” that was more for “just friends”. I accepted that’s what we were, and that’s what you wanted us to be.”

“Racer, I’m in love with you….are you still in love with me?”

“I don’t think I could ever not be in love with you.”

He sat up straight to face you, then grabbed you by your hips and pulled you towards him.

“I think we should make up for the dopey first kiss we had.”

He pressed his lips to yours and kissed with so much more passion than any other kiss you had before. You melted into his touch, putting your hands on shoulders.

“So we can confirm...we’re not normal best friends?” you joke as you pull away from him.

“We were always more than best friends, and you know it.”

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[jordmacwriting]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love{r.h. x reader}

A/N: k so i thought this would be perfect because yah. so think of the muses part as like some of the Newsies saying this to the reader

Masterlist

Song: I Won’t Say I’m In Love from Hercules

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1222

If there's a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that!

You hadn’t had the greatest luck with love. Plenty of men had gone and broken your heart, and you were only a teenager. So when Racetrack Higgins came into your life, you told yourself to build walls. What girl could help herself around that boy, with his curly blond hair and shiny blue eyes. Jack put you as his selling partner your first day as a newsie. You watched as girls that passed him couldn’t help but buy a pape, as he smirked at them and winked. He flirted and flirted. He was so egotistical. You hated everything about the boy.

But you didn’t.

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'

He's the Earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

Girl, ya can't conceal it

We know how ya feel and

Who you're thinking of

It wasn’t long for the other newsies to catch on for your “hatred” for Race. Albert, JoJo, Romeo, Les, and Elmer soon noticed how defensive and flustered you would get around Race. They weren’t stupid when it came to Race’s charms on girls, but they never expected you to fall for him as well.

“(Y/N), you like anybody in the Lodge?” Albert asked, JoJo, Romeo, Elmer and Les following close behind.

You were at Jacobi’s trying to hydrate yourself after a long day of selling. You were the only one there, and very glad to not have Race following  you around. He hated it when you flirted to get someone to buy  a pape. Everyday after selling, he had a small flower in his hand, and he’d flash his smirk at you, and you graciously took the flower from him only to toss it to the side. You thought he was just using you like he used the other girls. But it wouldn’t work on you.

“No. That’s absurd Alb, now would you leave me alone?”

“Don’t have your eye on anyone, (Y/N)?” Romeo added.

“Anyone like Race?” Les said with a smile.

The other boys looked at him with a glare, rolled their eyes and looked back at you. You felt your cheeks start to turn red.

“That’s ridiculous. I would never like Race. He’s too annoying for me and every other girl on this side of the Brooklyn Bridge wants him.”

“Yeah, and you’re on of the “every other goirls.” JoJo smirks.

“D’ya think you’se kiddin’ us, (Y/N). We all see that you’se got it bad for Racer.” Elmer laughs.

“You’re ridiculous.” you say again.

“You can’t hide it anymore (Y/N). The secret is out. Shoire, Racer is dumb and can’t see when a goirl actually likes him, but soon he’ll see.” the red headed boy says.

“Cause if it was obvious to us, it’ll be obvious to him...in a matter of time.” Les jokes.

“We know you love him.” they all say together.

No chance, no way

I won't say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh

why deny it, uh-oh

It's too cliché

I won't say I'm in love

“No I don’t. And you’ll never hear me say that I love him. Never in a million years.”

“Don’t deny it (Y/N). He likes you too. Ain’t it obvious.”

“Just leave me alone boys. I don’t want to talk about this. I won’t say that I’m in love with Race.”

Your hands went to your mouth, wishing you could take back what you said. You never wanted to admit it, because than it would be true. You never wanted to say it out loud, because than it would be true.

But here, in front of the boys with the biggest mouths, you had just admitted it-out loud, that you were in love with Race.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

My head is screaming get a grip, girl

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

Oh

You got up from your seat and walked out of Jacobi’s, not looking back to see the boys getting up from where they sat, following you out.

While they followed from a distance, your head was reeling, going over everything that had just happened. You couldn’t help but reprimand yourself silently. The boys got closer to hear what you were saying.

“You stupid, stupid girl. When are you going to learn that you just get hurt? You always get hurt, and once Race finds out about your feelings for him...how you...love him, he’s going to hurt you too. Get a grip, or else you’re going to be crying in the streets again. You are not in love with Race. You will never be in love with Race.”

You keep on denying

Who you are and how you're feeling

Baby, we're not buying

Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

Face it like a grown-up

When ya gonna own up

That ya got, got, got it bad

“Why do you keep on denyin’ this, (Y/N)? It’s so obvious..” Albert teases.

“Why are you guys following me and why do you have to say that this is obvious. Use a different word, please.”

“Sorry, (Y/N). It’s so clear that you love Race,” Les says with a precious look on his face, in order for you to not be mad at him.

“We’re not buying that you don’t love him. Just face it. And he loves you too. Just tell him.” JoJo remarks.

No chance, now way

I won't say it, no, no

Give up, give in

Check the grin you're in love

This scene won't play,

I won't say I'm in love

You're doin flips read our lips

You're in love

“No, I said it once and I won’t say it again,” you say walking faster.

The boys caught up to you, no matter how fast you made your strides. You were getting closer and closer to the Lodge, all apart of the boys plan.

What you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt you.

“I won’t say it again.”

“Fine, we’ll say it for you-you’re in love with Race.” Elmer says.

You're way off base

I won't say it

Get off my case

I won't say it

Girl, don't be proud

It's O.K. you're in love

The Lodge was only a couple feet away. Race sat on the steps, smoking his cigar, unaware of why the boys made him wait there for so long. He could see them chasing you down to the front door, so he moved closer to the door.

“You’se off base. Just get off of my case. I’m not going to say it again.”

“Don’t be so proud. It’s ok that you’re in love with him. Just say it again for us.” Romeo pleads.

You get to the door, turning to face the boys. They all smile as Race moves out of the shadows, you completely unaware that he is right behind you.

Oh

At least out loud,

I won't say I'm in love

You pull the flower he had given you out of your pants pocket.

“At least out loud….I won’t say it. I won’t say I’m in love with Race.”

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[jordmacwriting]

in my mind modern era Race loves singing Stacey’s Mom, but he replaces it with Davey’s mom and almost got his butt whooped

[jordmacwriting]

Wanted{modern!j.g. x reader}

A/N: ahh i love me some JoJo

Masterlist

Song: Wanted by Hunter Hayes

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 784

You know I'd fall apart without you

I don't know how you do what you do

'Cause everything that don't make sense about me

Makes sense when I'm with you

Like everything that's green, girl, I need you

But it's more than one and one makes two

Put aside the math and the logic of it

You gotta know you're wanted too

JoJo didn’t know what he’d do without you. From the beginning of your relationship, he found himself being a better man. Without you, he knew he’d fall apart. Become worse. You, of course, didn’t believe that was possible, because of that great man he had always been. He knew that as long as you were with him, things made sense. He didn’t know how to explain all the logistics of how much he loved you.

You’d been together since your senior year of high school. Two years later, at age twenty, JoJo knew that out of all the girls in the world...he wanted to be with you.

'Cause I wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

He loved wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him, kissing your soft lips.

He always wanted to make sure that you knew how loved you were and how wanted you were.

He loved holding your hand in his, walking around in public and spinning you around, making you laugh.

He wanted to do this forever...and there was only one way to seal the deal to forever.

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah

And you get that all the time, I know you do

But your beauty's deeper than the make-up

And I wanna show you what I see tonight…

He loved seeing you in the morning, how beautiful you were. So many people told you how pretty you were, but you mostly believed it from JoJo, because he told you you looked beautiful at your worst moments-waking up after a long sleepless night, crying during a sad movie, you laughing loudly.

He wanted to prove to you how loved you were by him, so he went into the ring store and found the perfect ring, one he knew you wanted already.

As good as you make me feel

I wanna make you feel better

Better than your fairy tales

Better than your best dreams

You're more than everything I need

You're all I ever wanted

All I ever wanted

He cleaned up the entire apartment, asked Race and Albert to help with the proposal and they set up the entire thing. You arrived after a long day at work to see Race and Albert with their guitars, strumming a simple tune. They followed you up to the apartment and you opened the door to see rose petals on the floor and some fake candles. JoJo stood in the center of it all, dressed nicely, smiling his adorable smile. You ran up to him and gave him a quick kiss.

“What are those two doing here?” you asked silently.

“You’ll see.”

And I just wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

JoJo took your hands in his.

“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)...I love you more than anything else in this world. You are the most perfect person for me and to me. You...I can’t even describe it. I always want you to know...how loved and wanted you are. I love holding you and kissing you...and holding your hand. I just love everything about you,” he moved down to one knee. “So, (Y/N)...(M/N)...(L/N)...”

You felt tears rush to your eyes...the happy tears, like when something good is going to happen.

“Will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me,”

He let go of one of your hands and pulled the ring swiftly, propping open the box. Your hand that was free fled to your mouth, gasping.

“JoJo DeLaGuerra….I love you so so much. Yes.”

JoJo jumped up and pulled you in closer, giving you a sweet kiss. Race and Albert stopped playing their guitars and ran up to give you both a hug. After the hug, JoJo put the ring on your finger and pulled you in for a hug.

“You'll always be wanted,” he whispered into your ear. 

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[jordmacwriting]

Beer Pong{modern!r.h. x reader}

A/N: more Racer boiii bc we all know how much i love that boi. based off a couple AUs and prompts i found.

Masterlist

AU: ‘Stuck at a boring party with my friends and the only interesting thing is the cute boy playing beer pong’ and ‘I don’t know if you noticed...but we’re in a party’

Requested: no

Warnings: drinking

Word Count: 917

You kept on scrolling through your phone, occasionally liking a picture. It was the beginning of the school year, your third year at college. And you were having no fun. Your best friend, (Y/F/N) dragged you along to one of the fraternity parties so you could be her designated driver after she was completely wasted. Fun.

To the left were some boys, chanting their frat house, jumping up and down like apes, and chugging from a keg. To the right was beer pong, one of your fortays at parties, but you had to stay sober for the night, so you continued to scroll through your phone.

“Albert, let’s go. If I win, you have to strip and run around campus.”

“Always classy, Higgins.”

You looked up at your phone to see two boys right next to you, watching the game. One with light brown hair, the other with dark, dark hair. You looked at the ping pong table to see who was competing.

On the side closest to you was a boy with fiery red hair. And the other...he was wow. He was most definitely taller than you, with curly blond hair and shining blue eyes. He wore a bandana over his forehead and was probably not that sober. But hey, that didn’t stop him from being cute.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at your phone, checking your SnapChat, Twitter, Instagram. You even went on Facebook. But that boy...you were distracted by him, that was for certain.

You watched as he bounced the ping pong ball with such precision, making it into the other boys cup. The other boy reluctantly drank whatever was in the cup, making a face as it went down. He then tossed the cup to the side. He was down to three cups, while the blonde boy had most of his cups in front of him.

You looked down at your phone again, continuing to check your social media. You wondered where (Y/F/N) was….probably somewhere around here, being the life of the party.

You peered over at the table. The blond had one more cup to get. Just one more-plop!

The crowd that surrounded them cheered as the red head shot down the drink and the blond was celebrated for winning. As girls all came up to them one by one, flirting with a him a little bit, he made eye contact with you. You quickly looked down, unlocking your phone and going through it, in order to make it seem like that did not happen, but it did, and there was no way to deny that.

“I’m sorry ladies. We’ll talk later, alright?” you heard a voice say.

Then somebody settled in right next to you. You looked over quickly to see the blond with a smile on his face….wow that smile.

“Hey, I don’t know if you noticed….but we’re at a party. So, let’s get you off your phone,” he swiped your phone from your hands. “And let’s get you drunk.”

“Can’t drink tonight. I’m the driver.”

“Alright. Well can I offer you a water, a soda?”

“Water is fine, thank you.”

You avoided eye contact with him. He still sat there, but he was quiet. You glanced at him and he was going through your phone.

“Hey give that back.” you lunged for your phone, and he moved back from you.

“Quite a delayed reaction. Plus I was putting my number in your phone. Hoping a pretty girl like you would take a chance on me.”

“This isn’t an ABBA song. And you’re drunk.”

“So what. I could be sober and still tell you that you’re the prettiest girl in the room.”

You felt your face flush a little bit.

“Ahahaha,” he laughed. “So, what do you say? Do you want to go on a date next Friday?”

“Um….” you faltered. “Sure, but only if you get me that water.”

“One water coming right up.”

He hopped up from his seat next to you and went inside the house. You wrung your hands together. You couldn’t stop fidgeting.

He quickly returned with a bottle of water.

“Here you go. Now about that date,”

He got closer, leaning towards you, puckering his lips. You put your hand up and pushed him back.

“I don’t kiss someone I just met. I don’t even know your name.”

“The names Racer. And you are still the prettiest girl here.”

“I’m (Y/N), and I need to find my friend. But,” you held out your hand for his phone, which he caught onto the signaling and pulled it out his pocket, than handed to you. “I’ll go on that date with you, if you remember all this once you’re sober.”

You typed in your number and handed it back to him.

“Bye Race,” you stood up, put a hand on his shoulder and quickly pecked his cheek, than walked off.

He continued to look at you, smiling, his heart a flutter. There’s no way he could forget you.

The next morning before classes, you ran into Race while heading to your classroom.

“Hey (Y/N),” he said.

“You remember. I’m impressed.”

“I wasn’t that drunk. I remember you, I remember you being the first thing I saw after winning beer pong, but feeling like I didn’t win anything until I talked to you...I remember that we’re going on a date next weekend. But how about I walk you to class?”

“Sounds good Racer.”

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[jordmacwriting]

It Was All A Scheme{s.h. x henderson!reader}

A/N: ahhh yes, i love Steve a lot so i felt like I need some Steve on here. this account is literally all over the place

Masterlist

Requested: yes

Requested by: @thecaptainsgingersnap (hope you like it!)

Request: Steve x reader fic where the reader is Dustin’s older sister and she and Steve are basically the exasperated parents trying to keep these children from doing anything too stupid

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1114

“Steve have you seen Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas?” you asked.

The boy looked up at you with a guilty face.

“Was I supposed to be watching them?” he sheepishly responds.

“Steve! You were the babysitter for the day.”

“Well I’m sorry...I think they went to the arcade. That’s usually where they are.”

“Sure Steve, but they also like to do stupid things. Like that time where they went into the middle of the woods and brought home a girl!”

“You’re right. We should go and stop them before they do something really stupid.”

Steve and you walk out to his car. He quickly runs to the passenger side door and opens it for you, then closes the door and rushes to the driver side once you get in.

You were a year younger than Steve, and you had never really noticed him before. Sure, you’d seen him around-he was one of the most popular kids at school, and on the basketball team. But you had never noticed him. You had never really payed attention to the way his hair swooped, the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight. You were never really alert to how attractive he was, until the day he came to your house late at night with Dustin. His face was beat up, but Dustin’s face was a mix of frightened and happiness, having had a full adventure that day. He’d been missing since the night before, and you and your mother were worried sick. The cat had gone missing, and now Dustin? But when Steve showed up at your door with him, you couldn’t help but give Steve a hug. Ever since then, you’d been together a lot, mostly watching Dustin.

You had dropped Dustin off at the Snowball with Steve. The two of you stayed there the whole night until Dustin came out. The music was loud enough that you could hear it outside. He asked you to dance, to which you accepted. He spun you around and around, pulling you closer after every spin. By the end of the song, the two of you were so close, you could almost...almost feel his lips on yours. But, the doors to the school opened and kids filed out, and he moved away from you, going back to his seat behind the wheel in his car.

Months later, the tension between the two of you had gotten stronger. Dustin and his friends noticed it. And they may or may have not planned a whole scheme for the tension to be acknowledged.

Steve put his foot to the gas pedal and sped out of your neighborhood.

“They couldn’t have gotten too far, depending when they left. So just keep your eye out for them on your side, and I’ll watch this side of the road,” Steve says.

You turn your head to face your window, looking out for your brother and his friends, and their bikes.

Steve continued on the road, getting closer to the arcade.

“They’re right there!” you point out.

The boys hadn’t even made it to the arcade yet. They were maybe just two minutes away from the arcade. Steve pulled over to the side of the road, making the boys come to a sudden halt. You hopped out of the car and walked up to Dustin, who climbed off of his bike and set it down on the ground.

“Dustin Henderson, what were you thinking!? Leaving the house without telling either of us where you were going? We knew you were going to the arcade, but we also thought that you guys were going to do something really stupid. That’s a pretty common thing that you all do.”

“Hey, (Y/N), don’t bite their heads off,” Steve says, stepping in front of you. “You guys weren’t going to do anything too stupid, right?”

The boys all nod their heads.

“Sorry that I worried you (Y/N).” Dustin apologizes.

“It’s all good bud. You guys have fun at the arcade.”

Dustin walks over to Steve and pulls him away from the group, and you watch as the two of them interact. The rest of the boys also watch, snickering at what Dustin is motioning, but you can’t really make out what he’s trying to talk about.

Dustin and Steve then turn around. Dustin runs to his bike and Steve motions to the car, and he gets in. You wave goodbye to your brother and his friends, then get into the car.

Before Steve can start the car, you turn to him, grab his hand from the keys and hold it.

“What did my brother say to you?” you ask.

Steve scoffs.

“Nothing of too much importance. Come on, let go. If you do, I’ll take you to Ahoy.”

You let go of his hand, and he grabs the keys, puts them in the ignition and gets ready to put the car in drive.

“You know, as nice as that sounds, I swear we go to Ahoy every day. I’m kind of sick of it.”

“I like going to Ahoy...mostly because of that employee discount,” he chuckles.

“Steve, what did Dustin say to you? It can’t be ‘nothing of too much importance’,” you mocked. “The rest of the boys were laughing at what he was saying. I don’t know how they knew what he was saying, but I think that if the boys know, and you know...I as his sister have every ri-”

You were cut off by the one thing you had wanted most since Steve and you danced together. His lips rested on yours, shutting you up. You kissed back, and you moved your hands to his hair, your fingers roving around his hair. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other rested on your lower back, almost pushing you closer to him. You were cut off by a loud laugh that was all to familiar.

You turned to the window to see Dustin laughing on the grass by the car, while the rest of his friends watched in awe.

“DUSTIN HENDERSON!” you squealed.

You tried to get out, but Steve pulled you back and continued to kiss you. Meanwhile, you tried to ignore Dustin’s laugh, when you heard the laughing come to a stop.

“Look, now Steve’s kissed both of our sisters Mike,” he says, wheezing a little bit.

“Shut up Dustin!” Mike replies.

You pull away and try to contain your laughter, and Steve smirks at you, grabbing your hand and holding it in his.

“That’s what Dustin was talking about...them going to the arcade, escaping from us-it was all a scheme for us to get together.”

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[jordmacwriting]

Secrets{pt 2}{p.p. x reader}

A/N: awww only one more part :(

Masterlist//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//

Requested: no

Warnings: lots of mentions of blood, like a lot

Word Count: 535

You crawled through your window after a hard night trying to take down Spider-Man. You felt blood trickling down from your nose and from your forehead. Your eye was throbbing and your stomach hurt even worse than ever. He had given you a good kick to your stomach before flying away.

You peeled your suit off of you, then put on your pajamas and went into the bathroom, wetting down a rag and putting it up to your forehead.

You sat down on your couch in the living room, lights completely off, watching the front door.

Ten minutes later, your forehead had stopped bleeding, so you moved the rag to your nose, wiping off the blood whilst pinching the bridge of your nose. It was tender.

That Spider-Man jerk probably broke my nose.

Quietly, an equally beaten Peter slid through the door in his regular clothes.

“You all good Pete?” you asked.

He jumped back, a little frightened. You switched on the lamp light and he walked towards you.

“Did you get mugged again?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face, getting a good look on the scar on your forehead.

“Yeah...maybe we should move out of this neighborhood. It isn’t good for the both of us.”

He sat down next to you and you moved your hand through his hair.

“I think they broke my nose,” you say, moving the rag from your face.

“We’ll get it checked out in the morning,”

“Thanks Peter. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

You stood up from the couch, heading back to the bathroom. You repeated the same procedure with a different rag, than grabbed your first aid kit and some hydrogen peroxide, then walked back to Peter.

You sat down, pressing the rag to his lip where he was bleeding, then grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and applying it to scars and cuts framing his face. You got up and retrieved some ice packs from the freezer, putting one on Peter’s shoulder, where a bruise was forming, and placing the other on your stomach.

“Did they get you there?” he asked, poking your stomach.

“Hey that hurts,” you tried to laugh through the pain.

It was suspicious. His injuries were the same as the ones Spider-Man should have gotten tonight. But you pushed the thoughts aside and turned back to Peter, cleaning his face.

His eyes lit up every time you smiled.

“Thank you for always doing this for me (Y/N). I think we should move. We’re messes every night. I can’t stand to see you getting hurt. If I could see who does this to you...they wouldn’t see the light of day again. Nobody...nobody hurts my girl like that.”

“I love you Peter,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

“I love you too,” he kisses your cheek. “I would have kissed your nose too...but we don’t know what’s going on with it.”

“Let’s go to bed...we’re going to have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Sounds good, love.”

He picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, layed you down, pressed one kiss to your forehead and the two of you fell asleep.

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