Time Turner Pt.2

Time Turner Pt.2

Word Count: 5,358 words

Warnings: cursing, slight making out, slight angst towards the end

January 5th, 1977. The Slytherin Dorms. 7:38 am.

Small slivers of a deep green light glittered on the wall, piercing through the window in the room making a certain curly haired girl groan, the light hitting her closed eyes rather harshly. Sleepily sitting up, stretching softly letting out small sounds of appreciation as she felt her back crack. 

Diana swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed letting her sock covered feet touch the stone floor, making her way over to the window eyeing the rays of light streaming through the water a smile tugging on my lips. The young girl made herself comfortable on a small ledge that she had grown to love, bringing her knees up to her chest. Resting her hands on the ledge of the window closing her eyes softly, basking in the warmth of the sunlight caressing her skin. Ever since she had arrived, her memories of her present had grown increasingly fuzzy. If she tried hard enough, she could remember the faces of a few of her best friends but besides that she could hardly remember anything.

"Morning" A husky voice whispered, snapping her out of her day dream twisting her head to lock eyes with Severus. His head was slumped against his pillow, staring up at her making her smile grow wider at how adorable he looked hurrying over to him stopping herself from jumping on his bed. He rolled his eyes, lifting his comforter knowing this scheme from when Lily tried to always cuddle, she was always cold, but knowing he would never want to. 

He had only known his girl for a couple weeks after spending most of his time with her in his dorm. Dumbledore had sent meals up to her so the other kids wouldn't be suspicious of the dainty Hufflepuff in the Slytherin Dormitories. It was now the first day of classes since the holidays, she had been here for three weeks, a couple days before the holidays had started, but he had managed to grow surprisingly close to her after being so shut off from the rest of the world for so long.

Nuzzling her way underneath the covers, wrapping her arms around his bare waist, having grown accustomed to him being shirtless with her as she made him feel incredibly safe. He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling the sweet scent of honey her hair always seemed to give off enjoying her soft touches. Rubbing her thumbs subconsciously on his milky skin, pulling him closer against her small frame intertwining their legs together. 

A knock on the door broke them out of that trance, feeling his muscles tense up underneath her hands. He sighed deeply pulling away from her hurriedly pulling on a jumper, she stood up hurrying into a corner whispering incantations over her looking down at her toes seeing she blended perfectly into the floor underneath her.

"Who is it?"

"Regulus... did you forget that I was supposed to be coming by for that potion?" A raspy voice murmured, opening the door to Severus' room, a tall guy with long dark hair stood in the room eyeing the room his features blank of any emotion. Diana immediately knew she recognized this guy, she tried to figure out how she recognized him knowing she hadn't left the room in a quite of bit of time. Her hand held onto her wand tightly eyeing the two boys in front her, her heart hammering at her chest. What kind of water are these guys drinking, holy hell, every single guy I've seen looks like they came right out of a magazine.

"Right..." Severus mumbled, briskly walking over to his dresser shuffling through all his belongings a sense of urgency in his movements, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth. The sound of papers and journals shuffling filled the room before it stopped all together, his delicate fingers wrapped around a vial of a deep violet substance, the mop of dark hair stalked forward his eyes wide in amusement. Severus pursed his lips a hardened look on his face, an expectant look on his face as he eyed Regulus, the dark haired bloke huffed angrily pulling out a bag that practically sagged from the amount of coins inside setting them into his hand. Diana's eyebrows furrowed, eyeing the two seeing the contrast between the two Slytherins. Severus had a dark aura around him, even his features were deemed dark, while Regulus had a more light aurora. They both had this authority that oozed out of them both, but out of the two of them it was instantly noticeable who was in charge.

"Are you positive this will-"

"Are you questioning my abilities...Black?" Severus sneered his eyes darkening, his grip on the bottle tightening stuffing the coins into his pocket. Regulus' mouth closed rather quickly a glare set on his face, placing his hand out for Severus to place the bottle in his hand which he did gladly, waving his wand sending the awkwardly proportioned boy stumbling out of his room, the door shutting behind him. Sighing deeply his eyes looking around the room, a smirk tugging at his plush lips swishing his wand rather secretively. A loud laugh left her mouth as she was sent tumbling into his arms, her body fading back to normal making him smile warmly.

"I have classes soon. You will most likely be left by yourself until everyone heads to their first class. Try to be as inconspicuous as possible until then... alright?" He spoke softly, rubbing her arms soothingly a sad frown making its way onto his face. Tugging at his dark jumper pulling him closer, nuzzling into his warmth sighing rather happily. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, setting his head into the crook of her neck a place he'd truly come to appreciate.

"Go get dressed, Sev. I'll get dressed out here, then I'll go and explore for a bit after I take a nap. But don't worry, I'll be here by the time you come back," Nodding against her soft hair, thumbs brushing the exposed skin of her shoulders pulling away from her walking over to his dresser. Waving his wand his clothes coming to him rather quickly, folding themselves neatly at the foot of his bed. Grabbing the materials opening the bathroom door, shutting it behind him softly. After Diana had gotten dressed, she pulled James' sweater over her head nuzzling into the familiar article of clothing, having worn it quite a bit since she had no other article of clothes asides from her uniform. Her fingers fiddling with the maroon fabric seeing as it matched very nicely with her skin tone, and the pastel yellow nail polish on her fingernails.

"You okay?"

"Yea! I'm fine, just gonna miss you s'all" Diana flushed red as she confessed that out loud, looking at Severus from the corner of her eye seeing his cheeks with a splash of pink on them. He cleared his throat distracting himself by placing all his homework and books into his satchel, tucking his wand into his pocket. Walking over to the door placing a gentle hand on the knob, turning back to the blushing girl sending her a warm smile making his way out of the room.

The loud ticking sounds coming from the clock seemed to have grown louder as the time passed by, rather slowly might she add, Diana's patience wearing thin. Letting out a sigh for what seemed like the 1,000th time looking at the clock, jumping up excitedly as she saw it had passed a little over 3 o'clock meaning she would be able to go outside since there was a low chance of any kids wandering the halls.

"Excuse me? Have you seen a tall guy with- hey... It's you!" She froze turning around hastily seeing the pair of blue eyes she had seen a couple weeks ago, looking down at her. A smile made its way onto her face waving at him, peering behind him as I saw the boy with the sandy hair jogging over to them. Diana waved warmly opening her mouth to say something to Remus before being smothered into the Chaser's chest, the familiar scent the sweater once gave engulfed her, rather than smelling so strongly of pineapples it smelt of mangos. She inhaled the intoxicating scent wrapping her arms around his firm torso, giggling as he swayed her side to side. A loud cough interrupted them, pulling away hastily watching the sandy haired boy eye the two of them teasingly.

"Hey Remus! You look a lot better since I last saw you, you doin' alright?" She asked, running her fingers through her curls seeing the boy grin rather wolfishly fiddling with the hem of his grey sweater. James snickered, patting his shoulder rather roughly before something caught his attention. The maroon sweater adorning the body of the bubbly, curly haired girl in front of him was...his. He remembered the day he had given the sweater to Lily after a day at Hogsmeade, that winter night happened to be the one time she had forgotten her winter coat so he lend her his Quidditch Captain sweater. A pang of hurt filled his chest as he now saw it adorning another girls body, thoughts racing through his head.

"W-where'd you get this?" James questioned, trying to play it off casually but both Remus and Diana weren't stupid and knew that he was hurt. She bit her bottom lip, searching through her head for an answer that didn't give her away playing with the hem of the sweater seeing the sleeves go past her hands. Diana felt herself swaying on the balls of her feet, peering up at the two talls guys who looked down at her expectantly.

"Well, after I chased after Severus a couple weeks ago. He took me to his room, so I could sleep somewhere because I couldn't be let into the Hufflpuff's Common Room for some odd reason. When I went to get dressed for bed, I had realized that I had nothing to change into so I asked him if he had anything that I could change into for the night, and he pulled out this sweater. He said something about Lily leaving it in his room one day, and just never came back for it so he let me use it. And so I've been wearing it quite a lot. But I can give it back if you'd like" He shook his head, his features relaxing at the knowledge that she didn't toss it away. But after a short couple moments his features hardened once again, peering up at her squinting from the harsh sun hitting his bright, blue eyes.

"You had to spend your Christmas break with Snivellus? I'm sorry, doll. Why didn't you come find us sooner, we would of gladly let you sleep with us." The tone of his voice was full of disgust, and it confused her. Snivellus? Was he talking about Snape?  The girl hastily began to tug the maroon sweater over her head, fixing her uniform underneath placing the warm fabric into his hands a soft smile on her face. His eyebrows furrowing clutching the fabric tightly, about to hand it back before she shushed him softly.

"You can have it back... and I would appreciate it if you didn't insult Severus in front of me. I don't know what you guys may have had in the past, but if it's about Lily, I can assure you he won't be bothering-"

"That's where you're wrong, doll. Severus is in love with Lily, always will be. You may think he likes you and all but he's a stubborn git. He has never been capable of loving anyone except for her, but she doesn't want him. She's with me," Hurt pang throughout her body, eyes stinging as the familiar warm sensation of tears making their way to her eyes.

"I don't like, Severus. He's an incredibly good friend, a good person at that, one of the closest ones I've had in a long time. So don't you dare and try to put words into my mouth, Potter," James' face softened an apologetic look flashed on his features, trying to hold onto her hands but he was too late. The girl had turned on her heel and was briskly walking away, her robes and curls flowing with the wind.

January 5th, 1977. Outside The Quidditch Pitch. 5:19 pm.

Diana's hands hurt from digging up all the jagged rocks and chucking them as far as they could go, rather angrily plopping down on a soft spot in the grass. It had been a couple hours since James had stated that Severus was still madly in love with Lily, but the hurt of knowing she might not mean something to him like he meant to her was still there. After their whole month together, she expected that he had at least felt their friendship to be quite special considering they had been incredibly close to one another. Which sounded quite silly to her now, considering Severus has know Lily for many years. The cool air helped relax her flustered state, letting her eyes flutter shut, leaves rustling above her.

"It's weird seeing you without your wand," The sound of someone whispering into her ear made her jump, nearly falling over in the grass clutching at her chest, glaring at the shaggy haired boy who just grinned cheesily at her.

"You arse, I felt my heart fall out of my mouth."

"Sorry, love." The calming silence that followed after made him eye the girl, who was staring out at the open space her hands fiddling with the hem of her skirt. He let out a small breath, inching his way over to her nuding his arm against her, "You alright?"

"James told me that Severus didn't have room in his 'little to non existent' heart for anyone other than Lily and the Dark Arts.  I suppose it's fair considering we've only known each other for a quarter of the time they knew one another; stupid, I know but... I'm just-," Her voice quivered, covering her face with her hands feeling the warm tears falling down her cheeks. Soft cries emitted from her lips, hurriedly wiping away the tears angrily. Sirius leaned closer to the girl, wrapping his arm around her shoulder holding her close to his chest. Tiny hands grasping his uniform wet streaks making their way through his uniform, tightening his hold on the crying girl his hatred for the greasy haired fool increasingly growing.

"Love... it's alright. You can stay with me if you'd like. James can sleep on the floor, like the ole deer that he is," A giggle left her lips at the pun, looking up at him staring into his baby blue eyes. His face lit up, feeling better to know he was able to make her smile hugging her once again but pulling away abruptly as a herd of footsteps made their way over to them. Sirius stood up, his wand at the ready staring at the figures standing before them. James, Remus and Peter looked worried, but once they saw the two of them standing before them they relaxed. James ran a hand through his wild hair, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Severus thinks we're hiding you which is bloody insulting but it's whatever. He's absolutely pissed. I would stay out of his way, Padfoot. Come on, Diana... we need to get you to Severus before he throws a-" Before the black haired boy could grab a hold of the short girl, he was hit by a spell feeling himself thrown backwards. His body slammed into a tree, his friends pulling out their wands anger evident on all of their faces. Severus had a murderous look in his eye, shooting strings of spells at the Marauders while Diana looked at them with an immense fear deep inside. Running over to James, wiping a trickle of blood off his cheek his face scrunched up in pain. His fingers held onto her hands as she helped him up, a burning rage flickering inside of him drawing his wand out. Before she could stop him, James had Severus up in the air with his wand thrown across the plush grass.

"James!"

"Stay out of it, Diane, he deserves it! All these years of chasing after my girl, and I never was able to do anything. Let me at him-" The moment those words left his mouth, they stopped as he was throw to the side muttering out a loud yelp as he landed on the dirt. Diana quickly helped Severus down, relief washing over her letting her feet take her over to the dark haired wizard, wrapping her arms around the tall lanky boy. She heard his heart hammering loudly against her cheek, his hands gripping her tightly.

"Severus, everything's okay. I wanted to have a moment by myself. I should have told you beforehand, but the guys had nothing to do with this. I promise..." Diana whispered against him, feeling his body relax against her feeling him let out a large sigh. She turned to face her friends giving them a soft smile, looking up at Severus whose pale face was flushed red with anger, "I'll meet you in your dorm, and we can go to Great Hall afterwards, alright?" He reluctantly nodded pressing his forehead against hers, briskly walking away from the group. Diana turned to face the marauders who were all standing rather awkwardly, feeling her fingers clench at her skirt as she saw James' face. Quickly muttering a spell sending it at him, his bruises and cuts fading from his face.

"Thank you..."

"Don't worry about it... Look, you guys may have had a completely different experience with Snape than me, but he's a good guy," James and Sirius grumbled at her words, simultaneously rolling their eyes at her, leaving Remus to adjust his stance eyeing her attentively, "I'll make sure he stays off your back. As long as I'm here, he won't touch you or Lily ever again."

"What if he does? If that-grease ball lays a finger of Lily-"

"Prongs, just drop it. Can't you see, just her being here she was able to send Snape away without him throwing a single hex at us," Remus offered, his eyes flickering back and forth between the brunette and the dark haired wizard. He sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair silently agreeing to what he was saying, "Do you like Snape, Diana?"

"No. We just... connect really well, he has a soft side that he doesn't show many, and I have a side of me where I don't show many either. Including you lot," She teased, rocking back and forth on her heels laughing at her jest making them chuckle lightly at the sound of her laughing, "Alright, well... it's about time where I go devour some chicken. I'll see you guys in a bit,"

"Bye, Diana!"

"Bye!"

"Don't forget to keep those lips warm for me, love!"

"Oh, sod off, Sirius. You wish you could kiss these lips."

April 10th, 1977. Hogsmeade. 10:47 am.

Diana couldn't ignore her cravings for sweets any longer, so she had informed Severus she would be going to Hogsmeade that morning. He didn't want to get out of bed, but he wished her well and off she went. Thankfully, she had began her term at Hogwarts and had made a several new friends which she was quite thankful for. Dumbledore had allowed the girl to sleep with the Slytherin boy on the days they didn't have school, so she happily remained in contact with her best friend. For that day she had decided to wear a pair of high waisted jeans that flared out wards the end, showing off her butt which she was quite proud of, a pair of hightop white converse resting on her feet. Diana had opted for a an emerald green sweater, tucked into the jeans along with a denim jacket thrown over the sweater considering it was quite cold out. For some odd reason, it had decided to snow in the middle of April, but she wasn't complaining it had been too long since she had played in the snow.

She hated hiding her curls, but she would rather have flat curls then a rats nest so she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head to help block out some of the wind. Along with her new clothes, she decided to wear a full face of makeup her dark brown eyes popping out even with her large glasses framing her face.

"Oi, Lopez!" Her head snapped toward the direction of her name being shouted, smiling to herself as she caught a glimpse of Sirius making her way over to her bringing her into a warm embrace, "What do you think you're doing walking to Hogsmeade all on your own? You've got us, remember?"

"Oh trust me, I tried to forget," He pulled away from the brunette, adjusting his grip on her before lifting her into his arms like she was a child. She practically screamed, clinging to his neck as he walked over to the laughing bunch of guys, a pout on her face as he set her back on the snow covered ground, "I'm not a doll, Sirius."

"Ooh, doll. I quite like that name for you. It's either that or honey bun. The list of nicknames just keeps on growing!"

"Definitely, doll." James chuckled, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose eyeing the sulking 5'4 girl ruffling her curls laughing as she playfully swatted his hand away, "Fiesty too,"

"I will throw you in a garbage bin, Potter."

"Whatever you say, Lopez,"

They continued to tease her as they walked with her to Hogsmeade, pestering her over and over again as to why they never saw her in between classes and why she didn't like to sneak off into the Forbidden Forest. She thought the last one had a perfectly good reason, but they didn't accept it, well James and Sirius didn't. After several minutes of pestering they gave up, sadly, but they all lightened up once she offered to buy them all a round of butterbeers. Diana giggled at their childish actions, chasing after them as they began sprinting towards The Three Broomsticks with a skip in their step.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could buy these bozos all some butterbeer?" Diana asked the young lady at the pub, who smiled warmly at her. The energy in the pub always gave her positive vibes, which just seemed to spread to any person she came in contact with practically bouncing in her spot.

"You got an ID, darlin'?"

"Yes, right of course," She flushed pink, flashing her the same identification she had given her the previous times she had come with Severus or with a few others. Diana looked around the pub, coming face to face with a sandy haired boy her smile growing. His cheeks were tinted a slight pink, running his fingers through his hair nervously as he eyed her stuffing his thumbs into the pockets of his dark jeans. The werewolf had a gorgeous yellow sweater on, along with a black jacket over it. His legs were covered by a pair of black skinny jeans, that had some small rips on them nicely cuffed at the bottom his converse peaking through.

"Hi,"

"Hi, Rem," She mused leaning against the bar counter, a teasing glint in her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other three Marauders goofing around their prominent laughter echoing throughout the whole room, "Did you want something, I have no problem getting you-"

"Oh no, of course not. I actually came here to let you know that James isn't letting you buy the drinks. Every time he walks into the pub, he gives a certain sign to the bartender letting them know to put any and all drinks coming from his table on his tab-"

"That little gremlin,"

"No need to get angry at him, love. He's absolutely loaded, he loves to spend money on his friends-"

"Well so do I. Just you watch," She hastily walked over to her table, noting that the laughter seemed to die down as she approached them. Her small hands grabbed a hold of James' sweater tugging his tall frame into a corner of the pub, scrambling to let go of him eyeing him up and down running her tongue across her teeth, "Potter,"

"W-what did I do? Is it because I'm paying-"

"No... but I had to make it seem that way so the boys would believe it," Diana kept her angry face, a small smirk tugging at her lips. James' back was to the boy so she could see them whispering to one another, looking over in their direction. The dark haired boy chuckled at her idea, signaling for her to go on, "I...I think that's as far as my plan went. There was probably more, but I'm blanking."

James rolled his eyes playfully at the blushing brunette, placing his arms on either side of her face forcing her to press her back against the wall swallowing thickly, "A little birdie told me they have a crush on you”

"O-on me?"

"Mhmm... If I play this well, he should be over here... any second," James whispered into the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He placed one of his free hands on her waist nearly breaking her in half as he pulled her against his firm body. Diana practically whimpered at the aggressiveness of his actions, feeling her breathing growing heavy, "You smell nice... is that honey?"

Diana giggle at his words, letting her head roll to the side as he pressed feather like kisses along her jaw, "Yes. It's my hair routine. My shampoo, conditioner and the leave in conditioner-"

Before she could utter any other words, she felt someone pull James away from her small frame a flustered expression on his face. She felt her heart swell as he shoved the snickering dark haired boy, tilting her head at the sandy haired boy who was looking at her with dark eyes. Remus grabbed a hold of her arm tugging her outside, the cold air slapping her exposed skin shivering almost instantly.

"You know James has a thing with Lily, right? Why in the world would you-"

"Rem... I don't like James. That little stunt we pulled was to get you to walk over there," His cheeks darkened significantly. The 6'3 tall guy stammered over his words, tugging at the hem of his thick sweater trying to come up with a reason for him storming over there. Diana grabbed a hold of his hands, the heat emitting from his large hands practically swallowed her smaller one, pulling the boy closer to her, "Don't get all shy on me, Lupin... I like you too."

"You do? The thing with Prongs... was that all fake?"

"100%" Diana giggled, letting her hands trail up his arms wrapping them around his neck having to stand on the tips of her feet. Remus eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging the small witch into his embrace feeling his heart begin to hammer at his sweater covered chest, lifting one hand up to cup her rosy cheeks.

"I don't think you understand how long I've waited to hear those words..."

"I can only imagine," She teased, a giggle escaping her glossy lips peering up at Remus through her glasses. He rolled his eyes choosing to make a bold move, leaning down to capture her lips into a soft kiss. She returned the kiss almost instantly, her fingers running through his sandy locks tugging at them as he deepened the kiss by running his tongue across her bottom lip. Her lips opened up to him instinctively, moaning into his intoxicating touch wanting more from the boy who was toying with her mouth. The burning sensation in her lungs was a sign of the little amount of air she had inhaled, parting from Remus resting her forehead on his eyeing his gorgeous blue eyes, "Woah..."

The Marauder blushed, letting his warm breath fan her face as he let out a chuckle. The second he opened his mouth to speak, the sound of hollering could be heard leaving the Pub turning their heads to face three giddy Marauders cheeky grins on their faces. Diana untangled herself from the Marauder, shoving her hands into her jacket shivering from the cold.

"And all it took was me kissing all up and down your girl's neck, Moony,"

"Don't even, Prongs. I will throw you in a bin-"

"Hey! That's my insult, get one of your own," Diana grumbled playfully, a pout on her swollen lips letting out a giggle as Remus walked behind her wrapping his toned arms around her waist tugging her into his chest. She sighed at the warmth coming from his body, letting her hands rest on top of his her head making itself comfortable on his shoulder. Sirius and James fake gagged, bent over dry heaving earning a kick in the shins by Diana who only managed to get James since Sirius had grown weary of her legs after she kneed him in his precious jewels. Peter just stood by and watched the encounter happen, snickering at James as he yelped from her aggressive kicks.

"Oi, why are your legs so strong?"

"It is strange how strong they are, isn't it? Considering her height-"

"Padfoot, I will gladly shove my foot up your ass."

"On the other hand. James stop being such a baby-" As they began bickering, she shook her head at them watching them begin to make their way to Honeydukes, forcing Remus to adjust his hold on Diana throwing his arm around her shoulder pressing a soft kiss to her temple. She wrapped her arm around his waist, her other hand holding onto the hand around her shoulders sighing happily. Peter had tried to chime in their argument, leading to the pair to start a fresh argument forcing Peter to join his cheeks growing increasingly more and more red.

Diana felt happy. She knew that this is where she should be at this exact moment, wrapped up with her new boyfriend, surrounding by some of her favorite people the morning sun shining down on them. Without even realizing it, the young witch had let go of any strings attached to her present, all memories of her friends and family had transformed into nothing more than a silly dream.

Those late nights studying with Neville, both of their lungs hurting from laughing so hard trying to stop themselves from waking up anyone in the Gryffindor Common Room. The kisses she had shared with the boy, both of their cheeks the shade of her favorite pink pajamas. All the inside jokes she had made with all of her fellow Hufflepuff peers, including Cedric Diggory, her best friend who passed away tragically. The smiles and loving hugs she had shared with The Golden Trio, the endless trouble they would get into without even having to ask for it. And most importantly, she didn't remember the faces and all the kisses her family would give her before sending her off to a school they trusted with their lives.

All these people would never get her back. They will spend the rest of their years wondering what happened to the Hufflepuff who always had a smile on her face, who never let her personal life affect her school life. The kindest girl to have walked the grounds at Hogwarts. A part of their heart remaining empty. No one managing to fill that void. How they would kill to get their hands on a time turner, just so they could turn back time and see her smile... one last time.

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Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) 

UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)

1. Do I look like I give a fuck? - 2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you. - 3. Me? Overreacting? Probably. - 4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you. - 5. A: Whar are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything. - 6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES? - 7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time. - 8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.     A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell. - 9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world! - 10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass. - 11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it. - 12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends. - 13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it. - 14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard. - 15. A: How do you make someone holy?       B: You beat the hell out of them. - 16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.       B: Not me, I’m important. - 17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it. - 18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such. - 19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it. - 20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything. - 21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment. - 22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place. - 23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though. - 24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.       B: THanks.       A: You’re welcome. - 25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming. - 26. A: What are you reading?       B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.       A: wHAT the fuck? - 27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.       B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch. - 28. Man, how many eye contact until date? - 29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”. - 30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on. - 31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19? - 32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey. - 33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb. - 34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower. - 35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful. - 36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right. - 37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic. - 38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me. -

39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.      B: That’s my right boob though.      A: Babe. -

40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough. - 41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question. - 42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck. - 43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. - 44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you. - 45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch. -

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense. -

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier. -

49.I ship me and that boat. - 50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay. - 51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death. - 52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! - 53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me. - 54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit? - 55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery. - 56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING - 57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games. - 58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad. - 59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general. - 60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally. - 61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later. - 62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy. - 63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know. - 64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”. - 65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what? - 66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects. - 67.A: I love you.      B: What if I got a bowl cut? - 68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t. - 69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is? - 70.My opinion is no. - 71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell. - 72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch. - 73.Which is messier - my life or my hair? - 74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face? - 75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. - 76.Read a girl who dates books. - 77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants. - 78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory. - 79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that. - 80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting. - 81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

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she| aaron hotchner

word count: 1618 words

warnings: i hurt my own feelings

"she lives in daydreams with me.  she's the first one that i see and i don't know why..."

brown. 

every little detail about her was brown. 

her eyes. 

her hair. 

her skin.

everything.

until he had met her, the color brown was nothing more than the color of tree bark. 

wood.

dirt.

coffee grounds that he brewed at work. it was a muted color to him. 

nothing that really stood out to him about it. nothing special. 

until she came into his life. 

he couldn't figure out what about her made him want to talk to her and crave to be around her.

not until much later. at first glance she was nothing but ordinary.

just another girl who worked at his work place.

she was several years younger than him, and half his height.

the only thing that intrigued him about her at first was that she was the sweetest girl he had ever met.

she wasn't shy, she wasn't ever rude. not even from her first interview or her first day. 

she wore one of the biggest and most genuine smiles he had ever seen in his life. 

it didn't matter what she was doing. 

she was doing it with a soft smile. or with her teeth on full display.

that was another thing.

she was one of the few people that wasn't intimidated by his stern face.

or his tall frame.

she approached him and talked to him as if they had been friends for many years. he was surprised by how she easily made him feel comfortable. 

how he laughed around her.

the thing is- she had no clue as to what she was doing to him.

she broke down his the layers and layers of walls he had built around his heart. 

and he happily let her in. 

without even meaning to. 

they spent all of their shifts talking. 

making inside jokes. sharing cheesy grins at one another. 

for a year- up until he left.

one month.

in that one month everything changed. 

he was offered an internship in another state that he couldn't turn down. after the internship was done, he would come back to his every day job. he had promised himself he would take her out once he came back.

and he did.

he waited.

and longed for the day he could be in her presence again.

trying to convince himself he just wanted to see his friend and nothing more, that it was just because they were close friends. 

nothing more. 

no, he doesn't let people into his life like that. 

not that easily. 

'she is just another girl'

he told himself this every day up until he came back. 

"she's the first one i see"

there she was. 

laughing with her head thrown back in pure joy.

two things stood out to him at that moment. 

one.

her smile. her smile lit up the entire room. 

and secondly-

he stopped.

the young boy attached to her side. 

the boy who was the reasoning behind her laughing that hard. 

he wasn't sure why his heart skipped as it did, but he knew it had something to do with the lingering hand she had placed on the other guys arm.

why him?

he wasn't anything special. what did he have that i don't?

as the days passed, she paid no mind to him. at least not intentionally. her eyes remaining on the brunette with a smile as wide as hers. 

why...

why him?

he just wanted her to look at him that way. she was supposed to look up at him with her dazzling smile and her love stricken eyes like that. not him.

"she's the first one that i see."

several years had passed. years where all he could do was pretend. force smiles and force laughter as he watched her grow into an adult, with that boy at her side.

spencer.

that's all he was.

nothing more. nothing less.

just an idiotic boy. a boy who happened to make a move before he did.

everything he looked at- walked past, it reminded him of her. 

the smell of honey.

cinnamon.

vanilla.

coconut.

 just the definition of comfort.

that's what she smelled like. no matter what time of day.

he knew all of her favorite things. 

her obsession with anything that sparkled. 

the color purple. 

the white converse she wore til she physically couldn't anymore. 

snacking after eating.

her favorite singer. 

books. 

pens that made her font look just right. 

colors after colors.

he knew it all.

every.

damn.

thing.

he knew her inside and out.

he knew that she didn't like the sun because it caused her to get really bad migraines. 

she loved the rain. 

she loved to spend her mornings at work- writing, because she knew that if she wrote at home she would get distracted by everything else. 

whenever she's sad, she forces a smile but her eyes never leave the floor and when they do- they never make eye contact with him.

because she know if she does.

he'll know right away that something is wrong.

she's the first one that he thinks of when people ask him why he still hasn't gotten with anyone.

every girl eyes him like eye candy.

but he pays no mind.

they want him for his body. nothing more.

but not her.

her. 

her. 

her.

he wants her.

not the girl next door.

not the girl who tried getting with him while he was away. 

but her. 

he wants her dark brown hair coating his pillow as they lay there and talk. 

he wants to listen to her speak day and night about what her plans for the future are.

he wants to see her in his hoodies.

his clothes.

he wants to hear her giggle into his chest as he covers her in kisses.

he wants to steal the glasses that cover most of her face and stare into her eyes all night long.

trace every freckle.

every birthmark.

every scar to ever cover her body. 

'you don't have to be scared you're not enough'

her words echoed in his head over all the other thoughts swarming in there. it overpowered the negativity.

the endless questions.

she answered every single one of them.

'try to quiet the noises in your head,'

she always calmed down his hyperactive mind.

she knew that when he went silent he was overthinking every word he had spoken that day, being quick to jump in and reign him back in.

'what if it was us'

he didn't mean to let that slip.

it felt like hours had passed.

another minute.

and another-

'i tried..' 

he froze.

'but then you told me about how you chose someone else, about her...'

the hurt in her voice was evident. 

he didn't mean to hurt her. 

no. 

he would never. 

not her.

'i never meant to hurt you-'

'you need to open your eyes.

you need to see past the surface.

your anger hasn't let you move on.

he and i have not been together for a long time.

but due to your stubborn self, you chose not to notice...i've been in love with you since that first christmas we spent together.

and you had somehow managed to buy every single thing i had touched while shopping the day before-

i stopped chasing you because you stopped trying.

you gave me the cold shoulder.

you pushed me away.

you never saw how i always came to you first.

always you.

whenever i was in pain.

whenever i was sad.

you saw me at every point.

at my happiest.

at my saddest. 

and

you

did

nothing'

and then it clicked.

memories of her flashed in front of his eyes as if he was watching his whole life on repeat.

her lingering eyes on him. 

her laughter at every joke he made.

her smile.

the twinkle in her eye- the one reserved specifically for him.

she would turn her full focus on him whenever they spoke, something she found hard to do with how antsy she got. 

keeping her feet moving, shifting her weight every two seconds. 

signing with her hands whenever she got nervous or anxious.

but she always stayed steady around him.

like he was the one calming her down.

not the other way around.

her hands cupping his whenever his hands trembled from his anxiety. 

being quick to respond to his messages late at night.

'of course, honey'

'hon, please take a deep breath for me'

'of course i do, you're like one of the most important people in my life'

it was like he was seeing her in a new light.

she was his everything.

and he was hers...

he was the reason why they weren't together.

he remembered hearing about how her boyfriend never treated her right.

about how they were always fighting.

he had never felt more stupid.

he did this. 

he was supposed to sweep her off her feet. 

he was supposed to be the person to keep her safe, and keep that beautiful smile on her face.

she looked nothing like how he last remembered seeing her.

it was as if a filter was removed from his eyes. 

her eyes looked dull. 

her hair was tousled from overworking herself at work, not taking proper care of herself. 

her smile- gone. 

'i have loved you since i was 22- i stopped loving you the second you failed to see how your actions affect those who love you' 

he remembers texting her late at night, after spending his night drinking in his sorrow.

she spent countless nights staying up until the crack of dawn trying to reassure the crying boy.

spending his free time at the gym to avoid any sort communication. 

overworking himself to distract himself from the pain.

he took away his one source of happiness, because he had convinced himself that she would never want him.

he got rid of her.

not the other way around...

why?

why her?