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Her hand curved around the stalks of buckwheat, taking it from his outstretched palm. The flowers were lost, sticking out in every direction like her jet black hair whipping in the strong wind. She brought the flowers to her nose, trying to catch a whiff of its smell but they didn’t smell like anything. All she could smell was the salt coming from the constant rush of waves against the stonewall. It’s harsh blows filled her reddening ears when she turned around afraid to look at him. Her heart was beating against her ribcage like an atom bomb about to blow and she put a hand to her chest feeling the throb of her heartbeat. She kn

The rich smell of vanilla and mustiness greeted you as you entered the library. The dark aisles were soon illuminated with light, and the sweet sound of a crackling fire - the soft burn of lit torches filled your ears. Your green prefect badge shone in the light as you began your patrol. And your black robe billowed as you walked, your shoes clapping against the cold, marble floor. The row of bookshelves was a comforting sight, for you always loved books. You went through each, and every aisle without haste, marvelling at the vast number of books that lay before you. And you made it a point never to read books during your patrols, for if th

“I’m sorry, but you’re not my type.” “I’m sorry, but you’re not my type.” His words resonated inside your head as you swallowed a lump that formed in your throat. You could feel the tears threatening to spill, filling the corners of your eyes. A smile formed upon your lips as you looked up, trying to hide away the tears and nothing could hurt more. Nothing could hurt more than smiling, when you feel otherwise, smiling just to hide away the tears and the pain. Christmas carols filled the air and snow gently rained down upon your head. You never knew that this Hogsmeade weekend would turn out t

“D- Don’t you like it?” Sam stuttered, his voice shaking upon uttering those words. He never expected such a reaction at all. He was hoping for the best but he also braced himself for the worst. This was the first time he asked somebody out, and that somebody was you. He scratched his head, looked down at his hobbit feet and awaited your reply. He couldn’t look straight, his cheeks flushed. You could hear his heavy breathing from where you were standing and it made you feel worse than ever. You didn’t want to put him in this position at all. You took a deep breath as you fumbled for the right words to tell him.

Don’t look at him. Please, don’t look at him. Don’t. Look. At. Him. It was hard, yet your eyes were brave enough to take another glance. Steve stared into space, his eyes glued to the figure across the park. He constantly stared, his heart yearning for the girl of his dreams while you yearned for a love that was out of reach. He sat beside you, fidgeting. You knew that he was anxious to talk to her, nervous of the possibilities. Your eyes suddenly fell upon his shaking hand; he grasped a bouquet of peonies. The autumn breeze was filled with tension and you could hear your heart breaking through the silence as he looked u

You could still remember the day he left, like it happened yesterday. It seemed like if you were to think hard enough, you could trick yourself that he was still here and that he never left. It was another ordinary day, or so it seemed. You could smell the light, crispness in the air mixing with the sweetness of flowers. You could never forget the wet feeling of dew against your skin as you touched the grass. Petals began fluttering around you and the ground was bathed in pink. It almost felt like it was snowing as the cherry blossoms crowned your head. You lifted your palm up, catching some of the petals as they fell lightly upon the branc

“ Y/N, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed at all,” Natasha said, her eyes looking straight into yours as you popped a piece of candy into your mouth. You just shrugged, focusing on the book that you held in your hand. You tried to focus but a flash of silver distracted you from your reading. Pietro suddenly entered the room and reached up to get a snack from the shelf. His hand grasped the box of pop tarts and he turned around, your eyes meeting his. He smiled at you and winked. He started to walk away, his eyes still on yours and he bumped into the closed door in front of him. A chuckle escaped from his lips as he scr

Potatoes, onions and meat were strewn in front of you and your eyes were brimming with tears. It’s not at all an easy task to chop onions on a windy day; the smell wafted into your nose and made you cry. Nevertheless, you continued chopping the ingredients for the stew that you were assigned to make. Bombur as always, was right beside you but he wasn’t helping at all, for he was only eating the raw potatoes right off the plate. Being around Fili didn’t make your task any easier. You tried not to get distracted by the dwarf who sat just right in front of you. His yellow hair shined in the afternoon sun. You often glanced at

Bedtime (Pietro Maximoff x Reader) AOU Word Count: 1036 Your eyes felt tired after all the straining and typing on the computer screen for hours. A little bit more, you thought and soon you would be finished with this story. A couple of minutes passed by and you felt your eyes drooping. You gave yourself a little shake and smiled, pressing a mug between your lips. You smelled caffeine in the air, feeling the warm liquid running down your throat. It didn’t help with the slumber cooking in your very body. I probably need more coffee. You pushed the mug beside your computer on the table and set your fingers once more on the keyboard.