#and I’ll cry happy tears and hug her a million times

[imamastermind-nowurmine]

I think it’s been years since I’ve purposefully stayed up this late

[babygorewhore]

Safety

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

After a night of horrors with your ex-boyfriend, Sarah finds you pregnant, beaten and bruised on the street. She takes you to Rafe, someone you used to have a crush on in high school and he swears to protect you and your baby girl. W.C almost 3k

Hiiiiii so I NEVER thought in a million years I’d write pregnancy but I was heavily inspired by the movie The Invisible Man! And this is also in honor of my princess, @oceandriveab who has officially made me obsessed with Dad!Rafe. I hope you love baby!!! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx I’m also very nervous because I’ve never had a baby but I have been in an abusive relationship so I hope you find comfort!

Warnings! Reader’s ex boyfriend is abusive! Talks of abuse! Reader is briefly attacked by him! Brief violence! Fingering! Choking! Unprotected sex! Non graphic description of childbirth! Daddy kink! Angst! Hurt comfort! Happy ending!!

You sat on the concrete sidewalk, trembling as rain trickled on your body as you hugged your middle. Your baby shifted around in your stomach, recently finding out the gender a few weeks ago. It was a girl. You named her Jennifer after one of your favorite movies. “I won’t go back, baby…” you whispered to your rounded belly and started crying.

A voice called your name, getting your attention and you saw Sarah Cameron rushing towards you with concern in her dark eyes. “Hey, are you okay? What are you doing out here alone?” She gasped when she finally took in your appearance as you shifted on the ground.

Your clothes torn, bruises on your face, arms and even your stomach. “Oh god..did he-did your boyfriend do this to you?” You didn’t respond and she wrapped your arm around her shoulder. She helped you stand. “Here. Come on. I’ll take you to Rafe’s house.”

His name caught your attention as she helped you in the passenger seat. “Rafe? What about your house?”

“You know my brother. He’s always had a soft spot for you. You’ll be safe there. No arguments.” She sternly told you and you didn’t have the energy to argue.

You used to babysit Sarah and Wheezie while you were in school. You were over at their house all the time and you didn’t complain considering your crush on her older brother Rafe. But he was always too busy partying to notice you at the time and eventually you met your current boyfriend Jake.

It was the worst mistake of your life.

You arrived at Rafe’s large house, wincing as Sarah tried to help you out of the car but you tearfully spoke, “I can’t move.”

“Wait here. Don’t worry,” she rushed inside and you felt pangs of heartbreak. Here you were, being rescued by someone you used to care for. seconds later, you saw Rafe rushing out with her, jogging towards the car. He was still wearing his work clothes, dampening from the rain.

“Hey, come on,” Without warning, he scooped you in his arms bridal style and carried you in the house. His warm, strong embrace soothed your chilled body as he maneuvered through his living room and set you on the couch.

“There you go…good girl,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes roaming over your injuries and ripped clothes. His jaw tightened when he noticed the bruises, especially on your protruding stomach. You placed your hand over it, feeling your baby kick underneath your palm.

“What happened? What the fuck did he do to you?” His question brought on more tears and you buried your head in your hands, shoulders shaking.

You felt palms on your arms as you sobbed.

“Can you-get her some clothes or something? She’s fucking freezing!” Rafe fussed at Sarah and gestured with his hand rapidly. “Get something of mine!”

“Um why don’t you do it?” Sarah hissed and Rafe gave her a death glare. “Fine.” She walked off as he gently tugged your hands off your face.

“I never liked that guy. Knew he was up to trouble and now he put his hands on you?” His blue gaze was murderous as he stared at your stomach.

“I didn’t think-I didn’t think he’d hurt her. I didn’t think he’d go that far.” You breathed rapidly and shrieked as thunder clapped across the sky, the loud sound reminded you of your boyfriend’s voice.

Time passed and you sat at the table with Sarah and Rafe. You wore one of his shirts, after taking a warm shower. It was loose around your torso and comfortable around your middle. Sarah also fixed you something to eat, anything to satisfy your needs considering Rafe’s clean diet.

Your hair was lightly damp, braided from Sarah’s nimble fingers and you stared off in the distance as they both watched you. Waiting for you to speak. But Rafe grew impatient.

“When I find him, I’ll kill him.” He said simply and you flinched. “You don’t have to worry about anything. You can stay here. Are you in pain? Are you-fuck I don’t know any pregnant girls-do you-“

“I didn’t know he switched my birth control pills.” You whispered, making Rafe’s mouth close. “I had been taking them secretly. He was obsessed with…trapping me with a baby. He figured I’d never be able to leave then. Jake controlled everything. What I did. What I said and eventually, she happened.” You look down at your stomach. “But if he didn’t like what I did, he would…” you trailed off.

“Hit you?” Sarah answered softly and you grimaced.

“Among other things.” Rafe stood out of his chair, making your head snap in his direction and he started to pace. “I ran from him this morning. He went crazy last night. I thought he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t know what he’d do and I couldn’t let him hurt her again.”

“He won’t.” Rafe growled. “No one is going to hurt you. Ever again. I’ll make sure of it. I’m seconds away from-“ He was breathing heavily but he seemed to swallow back his rage enough to calm down at the sight of your discomfort.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He doesn’t give you the option and he lifts you into his arms. Your feet dangle as he carries you up the stairs to his spare room.

Instead of setting you down, Rafe lays your body on the bed and adjusts the blankets over you. His hands ghosting over your stomach before he pulls them away. “If you need anything-yell for me-I’m right down the hall.” You nod silently and he hesitates, trying to search for something to say.

“He won’t hurt you again. I won’t let him.” He turns but you have a surge of emotions and grab his arm.

“Rafe. Will you stay with me? Just for tonight. Please, when I sleep alone-I dream about him and I can feel his fists on me,” Without a second thought, Rafe climbs into bed with you and his taller body tucks himself next to yours.

You didn’t speak but your eyes drifted closed. Exhaustion taking over your body and your head moved to rest on his shoulder. He stiffened briefly before his arm wrapped around you, hand cupping your waist.

Rafe helped you-well insisted that you tell the police about your ex-boyfriend. And you did, even gaining a restraining order. It was vital you did that for another important reason the longer you stayed away from him. A month in a half had passed, in the state of your pregnancy, you needed regular doctor appointments. Rafe also was insistent on you seeing the best in the city and he took you to all of them.

But for the most part, you hid away in the bedroom. Shame, guilt and terror keeping you a prisoner. Rafe hadn’t slept next with you since that first night even though you desperately craved it. Everything was a mess.

You were tired of being in here though. You missed your old self. Rafe did so much for you and you wanted somehow to repay him. You had an idea, you could cook something for him. A nice meal when he gets home from work. Straightening your back, you managed to walk down the stairs and to the kitchen.

As you fixed something to eat, you were then startled fifteen minutes later by a knock on the door. You assumed it was one of his sisters, the only two who knew you were there but you couldn’t have been more wrong when you opened the entrance.

It was Jake.

The dark look in his eye sent chills down your spine and you tried to slam the door shut but his strength easily overpowered yours. “It’s time to come home,�� He whispers lowly and you shake your head.

“Never. Get out!” You screamed and tried to run but he reached for your hair. Yanking you back as you struggled, trying to grab whatever you could and stabilize yourself.

“You will never get away from me. You shouldn’t have run away like a fucking coward!” He bellowed and you clawed at him.

The attack was short lived as you felt his grip yanked off and you crumbled to the floor. You twisted to see Rafe slamming your ex to the wall, his fist pummeling into his face repeatedly. His expression was morphed into blind rage as your ex’s eyes, nose and mouth bled. You finally croaked, “Rafe! Stop!” He didn’t and you said it again louder, getting his attention.

He jerked his head towards you, nostrils flared from seeing your body on the ground. “Call the police.” He ordered and you pulled out your phone but you could still hear his threat as you called.

“If you ever mess with my girls again, I will fucking kill you. She and the baby belong here. With me. if I ever THINK I see you, I will kill you. Do you understand? You touch her and you fucking die.” You trembled as you waited for the police to arrive as Rafe held him down.

After his arrest and his removal from the home, you rushed towards Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry-I had no idea he’d just show up. I was so scared this would happen-“ He quickly places a finger against your lips, stopping your tangent.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” His hand drifted down but he stopped himself. He always did and this time you encouraged his hand to press against your belly.

He sharply inhaled as Jennifer kicked and you smiled. “She likes you,” You told him, your anxiety lessening as the moment went on.

“Did you really name her after Jennifer’s body?” Rafe asked, a playful tone in contrast to the earlier violence.

“It’s my favorite movie,” You laughed loudly. Rafe lowered his head.

“I like that sound. Haven’t heard it in a really long time.” His lips brushed against your forehead and you leaned into his touch.

“I thought he was going to kill me one day, Rafe. He’s gotten so close and when I saw him I was so scared.”

Rafe’s large hands cupped your face and he looked you directly in your watery eyes. “Listen to me, baby. I promised you he would never hurt you again and I meant it. I know he fucked you up but you don’t have to be scared here. You’re both safe with me. As long as you want.”

“I tried to cook for you and he showed up. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” You shrugged and looked away but he wasn’t having that.

“Stop. Stop worrying. It’s not good for you or the baby.” You smiled again and you leaned up, meaning to kiss his cheek but Rafe met your lips with his instead.

His deep kiss poured all his emotions, something he didn’t express with words and you met his pace with your hands cupping his sharp jawline. It had been so long since you’d genuinely kissed someone you cared about and you melted into his chest. Rafe’s hands dipped to pick you up, backing you both up to the living room where he had set up body pillows on the couch for you.

Your hands hold his neck as his feverish kiss consumes you, your back presses against the cushion as he hovers above you. Rafe pants and looks down at you with desperate eyes. “Princess-fuck I want you so bad but I don’t-“ You shake your head and pull him back down, sucking his bottom lip your legs separating as your panties dampen.

“I won’t hurt you?” He mumbles against your lips and you smile.

“No, baby. Never.” You promise him as he nods and peppers kisses on your neck, sucking the skin between the crook of your collarbone and shoulder.

His hands drift and he massages your swollen tits. “I fuckin love these, baby doll. You’re so pretty, making me hard all the time. Had to always take care of myself when I was alone.”

“Me too.” You whine and arch your back when he pulls down your shirt, circling his tongue around your nipple before sucking it.

“Yeah? You played with your wet pussy thinking about me, princess?” He mumbles against your chest and pays attention to the left one.

“Mhm, all the time. I wanted you to fuck me-“You confess and moan as he nips your sensitive tits.

“That’s my girl. But you’ll never have to go without again. You can fuck me whenever you want, suck me in with that pretty pussy.” Rafe pulls off your comfortable skirt and underwear, the soaked material tossed to the side as his thick fingers massage your clit. “You’re so wet for me, doll. Is this what you needed? Your mind emptied?”

You gasp and grip his shoulders as he slips two fingers inside you, curling them deep as the back of his hand continues bumping your clit. “Don’t tease me-please-“

Rafe can’t resist your pleas as he yanks off his belt, pants and shoves his boxers down. His cock slaps against his thigh as he pumps himself a few times, he brings your legs over his shoulders and slides in. “Fuckkk, you’re so fuckin tight, princess. I’m gonna plug you up with my cum, daddy’s gonna make you scream.”

You throw your head back as he pounds into you, the couch moves and your peak rises. A month of build up tension making you burst as you shriek as Rafe presses your legs even higher. Reaching a deeper spot in your cunt as you cream on his dick, his hand wraps around your neck as he fucks you through it.

“You look so pretty when you cum on my cock, princess. Never gonna let you go,” He groans and releases in you, his cum drips down his balls and pours from your cunt. You hiccup as he lets go of your throat, eyes fluttering as he continues to rock his hips.

Rafe moves your legs off his shoulders, pressing your knees together. “Not gonna let one drop escape. You are all mine, baby girl.”

You manage to let out a breathy, “Yes, daddy.” As a slight twinge of discomfort causes your back to ache, he sees it in your face and quickly adjusts himself. “You okay? Need me to help you?”

“Sorry, Rafe. I think she’s unhappy with me right now,” You laugh a little as he pulls his underwear back up and moves the pillow under your back. “That’s better,” You begin and your words leave you as Rafe dips down and presses a gentle kiss to your stomach.

“Can I talk to her?” You nod with wide eyes. Rafe clears his throat, his hands cupping your round belly.

“Uh, hey there. I know I’m not technically your father but I just want you to know that…I’m gonna take care of you and your mommy. Gonna fight all the bad guys, okay? I’m gonna be a better dad than my old man was.” His promise brings tears to your eyes and he leans up to cup your cheeks.

“I mean every fuckin word, baby. You never have to worry about that again.” You wrap your bare arms around him, your belly a slight barrier but he holds you tightly against him.

The last trimester of your pregnancy was decent with a few brutal moments. Your little girl growing in you made you feel constantly exhausted so you slept almost all the time. Rafe catered to your limits, taking it upon himself to create a temporary sleeping area in the living room because you couldn’t tolerate going upstairs. Your ex boyfriend was going to be in jail for a long time, bringing you a lot of relief enough to let you finally leave the house to go with Rafe. He went crazy with the baby supplies, going overboard but you loved his dedication.

He was also fiercely protective. He was willing to smack hands off your stomach if they weren’t wanted, or bark orders if you were feeling sick. Rafe loved reading to your daughter every night while you drifted asleep. He kept photos of the sonograms in his wallet and on his desk at work. And when your water broke, a week after your due date, he nearly panicked as he rushed you to the hospital.

While you were in labor, he was a little concerned you would snap the bones in his hands as you wailed and screamed. “I can’t do this!” You wept, sweat pooling down your face. “I swear to god, I’m never doing this again!” You yelled at him while you pushed.

“I know, baby but you can do it. She’s almost here, come on. You’re my strong girl, come on.” He coached and you squeezed his hand harder.

“If you ever get me pregnant-if I ever go through this again, I swear!” You promised in the middle of your agony before pushing harder and then the relief was immediate.

Your daughter was crying and then you both sobbed. The nurses placed her in your arms as you were speechless. She was perfect. Better than you could ever dream of. Rafe couldn’t hold it together as he was pressed against you. “That’s our girl…”You said in complete awe.

You extended her to Rafe and he cradled her gently, stroking her cheek. “Hi baby…I’m-“He choked on his words. “I’m your dad.”

It wasn’t a perfect story. It had a horrible beginning and you’d never be able to erase the memories of your past. But seeing Rafe with your child? You knew it was all worth it.

Tagging @marchsfreakshow @drewstarkeyslut @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @gri959 @voyeurmunson @starkeysprincess @rafeinterlude @redhead1180 @slvt4jamesmarch

[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! I hope you’re doing well and that you had a wonderful weekend:) My request (if you can) is short and sweet: the first time meeting Jamie’s mum! Maybe a heart to heart between the two women (you loved him first and because of that it is my honor to love him for the rest of my life typa deal) IDK anyway have fun with it and thank you!!!

Done! I love Georgie so much. Like, she gives off total mom vibes in the way where she seems like she’d try to be the sunlight in everyone’s day, you know?

there is happiness

You’re not taking a bus to fucking Manchester. Shit, you’ll take the train or a cab or maybe even walk before you get on a bus for upward of four hours with the Richmond Greyhounds. 

So why are you packing things into a duffel bag to do just that? It probably has something to do with the man sitting on the floor, debating which pants to pack. 

“Do you think I should take the Calvins?” he asks, pretending not to notice the murderous glare you shoot at him. 

“Don’t know why it matters,” you reply carelessly. “No one’s going to be seeing them anyway.”

Jamie gets up and slides his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. 

“Aw, don’t be so hard yourself babe,” he says. “You’re not no one.”

“You know what I mean,” you say, hugging his arms closer. “I’ll have you know I am very, very upset at you.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck. “Right, yeah, if upset is a new aneurism.”

“Euphemism,” you correct. “Wait. Shit. Or is it aneurism? Hey Siri, what’s the difference between a euphemism and an aneurism?”

Siri responds from your phone. 

You say, “Ah yes, an aneurism is what I’m going to have on that fucking bus ride on the way to meet your mum for the first time.”

Jamie flops backward onto the pile of clothes on the bed. “Babe, I don’t know why you’re so stressed out. It’s just my mum. She don’t bite.”

“Ok, sure. Yeah. I’ll calm down if you tell me exactly how many people you’ve brought home to meet her since making it to the Premier League. Actually, you know what? I’ll make it easier for you. You can even include platonic relationships.”

Jamie’s silent. 

“E-fucking-xactly. It’s just been Roy and Keeley. I wasn’t even this stressed when I met Ted because he likes everyone, but this is your mum. What if she hates me? It’s scary.”

“It’s not scary,” Jamie laughs. “She’s gonna love you.” You’re standing in between his legs now and he pulls you on top of him. “You’ll be fine, love, I promise.”

—

The bus ride was as expected. Smelly, loud, and filled with laughter. The team is still getting in the swing of things without Ted, but they seem to be picking up where he left off. 

You’re not really tired, especially since it’s mid-morning, but you’re pressed against Jamie’s side and he’s warm as always, so you find yourself drifting off.

—

The boys check into their hotel. You’re not staying with Jamie because the boys have all sorts of team-building things going on and Jamie’s mum insisted that she needs girl time.

You squeeze Jamie’s hand the entire way over to his mum and Simon’s place and he doesn’t even make any jokes about it, just squeezes back. 

Your heart rate shoots up a million times when Jamie knocks, then slows down about 10% when Georgie swings open the door and grabs you in a hug, barely giving Jamie any notice. 

“What the fuck?” he asks, amused. “Hey Simon, how’re you doing?"

“Oh lord, I told myself I wasn’t going to cry,” says Georgie, wiping away a tear. “Never thought he’d come home with a real, actual girl.”

Jamie makes an offended noise. “The fuck do you call all the girls I’ve been with?”

Georgie swats his arm playfully. “You know what I mean, love. None of them were built to last. Only one I sort of liked was that Keeley Jones, but I was never quite convinced you were right for her. But this one- well, must be the first girl you’ve brought home since primary school.”

“Come inside, come inside,” says Simon. “No sense standing in the doorway with the food getting cold.”

He ushers everyone inside and to the couches, and Georgie is latched onto Jamie’s arm now. He’s chattering away about the upcoming match and Roy as the manager, leaving you to take in your surroundings. There are photo prints on the walls and soft lighting and a table with photos of Jamie at every age. 

You smile at him as a baby, same giggly face as ever. 

It’s a nice evening. Simon’s made dinner and Georgie can’t stop beaming or ruffling Jamie’s hair. You’re the only other person on the planet allowed to touch his hair without warning.

He has to leave all too soon (“It’s a pillow fight, babe, and Sam’s fucking asking to get decked in the face,”) so you kiss him goodbye then head inside. It’s just Jamie’s family minus Jamie, and you have no idea how it’s going to go. Is this the moment Georgie tells you she actually hates you and you need to leave her baby boy alone? 

No. What happens instead is she takes your arm and leads you up the stairs to Jamie’s old room.

“Hasn’t changed since he left,” she beams. “Now come on, let’s chat just us girls! I feel like I already know you, what with the way Jamie talks about you all the time. Hardly a word out of his mouth that isn’t about you or footie.”

You grin. “He’s a man of singular tastes, that’s for sure.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, I bet you’re good for him! Don’t let his head get too big, that’s for sure. My wee sexy baby always did need someone to take him down a few pegs here and there. But don’t let him fool you. He’s fragile as the next person, that one.”

You smile and say, “You two are so similar. He calls himself a ‘sexy baby,’ or a ‘wee sexy lad,’ all the time. And he can’t fool me. I know exactly who he is.”

Georgie’s eyes twinkle as she squeezes your hand. Not quite as strong as Jamie, but still the same type of grip. “Oh I’m sure of that, darling. I’m glad he’s got you all the way out there in Richmond. He’s been alone for a good while.”

You’re well aware of Jamie’s history since leaving Manchester. 

“You know, Keeley’s actually the one who kind of kickstarted all of this,” you say. “We’ve been friends for ages, and she- well, she sort of helped Jamie become a better version of himself.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, you don’t have to sugarcoat it for me, love. I raised that lad, remember.”

“Ok, fine,” you say smiling, “She broke up with him because he was a massive prick, which started this whole redemption arc and she kind of forced us together at this event and, well, you know the rest. I just feel really, really lucky to be with him. Like if I were anywhere else at any other time, we could have missed each other. I could have missed him so easily.”

You shake your head. It’s hard to imagine a life without Jamie, and you wonder where you’d be at this exact moment if things had gone differently. What would be happening if you’d fought Keeley just a little more?

It doesn’t matter because Georgie’s squeezing your arm and saying, “But you’re here, darling. And it’s so wonderful that you two found each other, because I haven’t seen my baby smile like that in ages. I’ve got no worries about either of you.”

She pulls you into a hug, and it’s all you can do to keep from tearing up. 

God, who knew Jamie’s family would be so quick to accept you?

—

It’s late now, but you’re positive Keeley is still awake so you open your phone to send her a message.

You could have warned me, you text.

Three bubbles appear, then: what do you mean babe?

You roll your eyes. Fucker. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your crazy football knockers are staring at me while I’m trying to sleep.

Keeley instantly responds with three angel emojis. I’m watching over you like a fucking guardian angel!

There’s a pause, then she texts, don’t know what Roy is. maybe the devil.

You snort at that. Roy Kent? Grump with a heart of gold? You don’t think so.

You close your text thread with Keeley and open the one with Jamie.

Nice football sheets, you write. Maybe we should get some for our room.

Jamie responds way too fast with an Amazon link and and an x. You smile then flip your phone over on the nightstand so you can get some good sleep, with Jamie’s guardian angels staring down at you.

[marksmelodies]

love isn’t easy

idol renjun x Fem idol! reader

Angst/ fluff

Warnings : Suggestive, Cussing, Kissing

No proof read!!

You and Renjun have broken up but what happens when you run into him at SM TOWN.

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As you sit in the chair the makeup artist fixes a few finishing touches on your look for today’s performance. Today was the day you would preform with your group at SM TOWN, nerves running through your body as you get ready.

Of course you are nervous to preform in front of other very talented groups but you were most nervous for seeing your ex boyfriend renjun for the first time since you two broke up.

“Y/n everything will be fine I promise ” Giselle says while hugging you sensing your nerves. You two both had a long talk the previous night about seeing your ex boyfriend again, she knew how nervous this made you.

“ Yeah i’ll be fine” you say taking a deep breath giving her a faint smile.

As your group prepares to go on stage you begin to distract yourself by getting into a professional mindset going over the dance choreography step my step in your head. You walk into the stage trying your best to look at the back of the room instead of the crowd Ningnings squeeze your hand in reassurance before getting into position.

The performance was amazing despite all the pressure you had on yourself you blocked it all out and just let yourself go, your emotions led you step by step on stage.

As you walked back to the dressing room you passed the groups who were preforming after you, that’s when your eyes met his.

Frozen you felt as if time stood still, you felt your heart drop and your stomach churn. He quickly flashes a pitiful smile and bows to you and your group as if you were just a mere colleague.

You return the bow to his group out of respect to the other members who have always treated you with nothing but kindness your fake smile drops, tears prick in your eyes once he makes eye contact with you once again.

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“ Renjun hurry we gotta go” Jeno yells through the room he sighs and tightens his bandana looking at himself once more in the mirror trying to collect himself before going on stage

Renjun couldn’t get the thought of you being here off of his mind. Four long agonizing months since the two of you had the worst fight in your entire relationship causing you both to split, he hasn’t seen you since.

Half of him wanted to see you, how you were holding up, if you were taking care of yourself, if you were happy, the other half didn’t know if he could handle seeing you again.

As he waited with his group to preform he stood looking at the ground until Chenle bumped his arm saying you were walking towards them. A million things flashed through his mind as you stood there in front of him for a moment and all he could do was bow trying to hold back all the emotions he was feeling.

He blinked and you were gone.

“Maybe you should try and talk to her later” jaemin suggests

“ I doubt she even wants to speak to me” he mumbles

“ key word is try” jaemin says patting renjuns back as they walk on stage

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You dash through the hallway trying to collect yourself as tears stream down your face, quickly walking into the room you reach the couch as you break down. The girls run to catch up with you, when they reach you they immediately begin comforting you. You never really got to feel the emotions of your breakup, with all the promotions, schedules and practices you had no time to truly let yourself go.

Once you’ve finally cried as much as you possibly could there were no more tears left to cry, you pick yourself up and begin to calm down.

Your head pounds from how hard you sobbed, your eyes are red and puffy, you have a red nose and tear stained cheeks but you were short on time and there wasn’t enough for a makeup retouch, you try and get all the mascara under your eye off and begin changing into your last outfit of the night.

You assure your members that you are alright as you walk to head back on stage along with all the other groups apart of your entertainment company.

As the night passes by you try and avoid Renjun as much as possible until the inevitable happens and your groups pass each other once again. Renjun notices your tear stained cheeks and left over mascara under your eyes as he passes you, he knew you were crying because of him and it broke his heart.

He walks back to his group as he mentions his worry about you to the members.

“Yeah man winter told us y/n lost it after seeing you, she was sobbing her eyes out apparently” mark sighs feeling sorry for you.

The night comes to an end, renjun searches for you scanning every inch of the room finally spotting you waving to the crowd making your way back to the middle of the stage.

The announcer calls for a group bow as you make your way to the center everyone creates a long line holding hands lining up with your group you hold Giselles hand and look over to the person on your left

… Renjun…

You begin to wonder how on earth he ended up right beside you. Before you know it Renjun gently grabs ahold of your hand as you bow. You feel sparks spread throughout your body as you look up at him.

“ Y/n we need to talk, wait up for me after please” renjun whispered in your ear. Before your mind has any control over your body you find yourself nodding ���yes”as you walk away from him.

Heading back to your dressing room you begin packing your stuff up, changing into a comfy pair of clothes and taking the rest of the makeup you had left on your face off.

“ Hey i think i’m gonna stay a bit longer and catch up with some people don’t wait on me” you tell the girls as you hug them goodbye. You find yourself aimlessly walking not knowing where renjun would be until you hear him call your name from down the hall.

“ The boys are still in the room or else i would’ve just had you meet me in there” he apologizes.

“ Don’t worry about it, what’s up?” you ask the long awaited question.

He looks at the staff walking around the hallway.

“ Do you think we could maybe go somewhere more private”

“ uh yeah sure.. where do you have in mind” you ask

“ i don’t know, the boys won’t be back till later at the dorms if you want to talk there?” You hesitate for a second before agreeing

The car ride was silent, you still can’t believe you agreed to this “this was a bad idea, you’re so stupid y/n” you tell yourself.

Once the car stops and the doors open you jump out and enter the building heading up to renjuns dorm. you remember exactly how to get there by heart.

You wait for him to catch up as he lets you into the room

You stand there as if it was your first time stepping foot into his place.

“ You can sit down if you’d like” renjun says sitting on the couch.You sit next to him staring at the floor waiting for him to say something.

“ Y/n look at me” renjun says with subtle tears in his eyes but a stern voice.You take your eyes off the floor and onto him, nervously picking at the skin of your finger out of habit.

“ I’m so sorry for everything” his voice shakes

“ I know we left off on bad terms, im not here to fight. I know that i was such a dick to you the night we broke up, i’ve had a lot of time to reflect on that night, i have so many things that i want to tell you but most importantly im sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way, i shouldn’t have said all those awful things, i shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, i shouldn’t have slammed the door, i shouldn’t have cursed at you. there is no excuse for the things that i have done but i want you to know that i am truly so so sorry for everything.” he says with tears escaping his eyes.

You take in everything he said “ i forgive you, i’m sorry for everything too, we were both at fault renjun not just you” you say looking at him.

“I was waiting for a call, a text, some sort of communication from you and there was nothing, why didn’t you try and reach out to me?” you question.

“You’re better off without me y/n, i get mad easily, i have a short temper, i get annoyed quickly but you, you’re so kind, so gentle, so sweet, you deserve someone better.” his voice shakes.

You look to the floor and back up at him “ that’s not true renjun, that’s not a good reason to leave me wondering for months if you found someone else, if you hated me, if you didn’t love me anymore.”

“ I’ve always loved you y/n, i still do” renjun interrupts

“ i’m sorry i pushed you away, i thought i was helping you, i didn’t realize that i was doing nothing but hurting you.”

You don’t know what in you made you forgot everything in that moment, you find yourself leaning in, the next thing you know your lips are on his. The kiss was passionate, four months of being deprived of each other finally had come to an end.

“ I love you too renjun so so much just please promise me this will never happen again we need to communicate with each other even if we fight” you whisper

“ i promise baby” he says kissing your lips again

“ let me show you how sorry i am, let me make it up to you” renjun picks you up carrying you to his bedroom.

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hii thanks for reading, i hope you like it !! requests are open im in need of some ideas!!

[daddyy333]

Don’t come back | Robin Buckley x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.7k

warnings: heartbreak, breakup, y/n is really really sad, ?

summary: requested

Robin couldn’t figure out why she felt like this. Everything was perfect. You were doing all the right things and yet, Robin didn’t feel that warmth in her chest that she used to feel as much as she did at the beginning of your relationship when you kissed her, or hugged her, or even looked her way.

The last straw for her is when you called her and she didn’t actually want to say I love you at the end of the call. She felt like that spark wasn’t quite as strong as before. So the next day you called her, playing with the engagement ring you got her, hoping she’d convince you to come home so you could propose already.

“Hi, baby. I miss yo-” you said and Robin cut you off. She groaned and said “y/n, don’t. Don’t- don’t say stuff like that” “what? What’s wrong? Why?” You said, eyes widening. She sighed and you started to get nervous.

Never in a million years did you expect the next few words to come out of her mouth.

“I don’t think this is working anymore” she said, making your heart drop. You gasped, tears filling your eyes. You covered your mouth, trying to fight the sobs.

You couldn’t, not when you planned your entire life with the woman who was trying to break up with you. “W-Why- Why would you s-say something like that?” You asked, sniffling. She scoffed and said “come on, y/n, don’t cry. I hate when you-”

“N-No! No, you don’t g- get to tell me not to cry. I- I-I don’t- I don’t understand, everything has been so- so good, w-what changed?” You asked, struggling to breathe. She bit her lip and said “I just…I don’t feel that spark anymore. I don’t know if this is enough anymore”

“What, l-like I’m not enough or something?” You said, chuckling sadly. Robin winced and said “y/n you know that’s not what I mean” “I don’t k-know anything, R-Robin, I thought- I- I knew that you were the one, you were in- in love with me, you didn't want to break up with me…but cl- clearly I was wrong” you said and she began to cry a little.

It almost felt like you were the one breaking up with her. She hadn’t felt so strongly about you in weeks, so why all of a sudden did she feel this way breaking up with you?

“Babe I-” “no…don’t call me that.” You said and sighed shakily. You sniffled and said “I hope y- you’re happy. I hope that you’re happy with t-this decision, Robin” “I- I’m not- you know this is just as hard for me” she said and you scoffed.

“Is it? Is it really?” You said. You wiped your tears and shook your head. It was silent for a while before you said “get out of my house. I own it. If you need help I suppose you can ask but don't ask me, ask my assistant, because I can’t talk to you ever again. Not after this”

“Okay…yea, yea I’ll be out of here by the end of the week” she said and you sniffled. You hung up the phone, sighing shakily as you threw the box across the room. You sunk to your knees, sobs racking your body.

All you wanted in a time like this was Robin's comfort. It’s all you wanted. But you couldn’t have that anymore. She took that away, and you don’t even know why. Did you do something? Did you deserve it? Maybe you really just weren’t enough.

Of course she conveniently decided to do this the night before you perform in Hawkins, and debut the song you wrote about her. You tried to fight it, but you couldn’t help but cry as you sang the song. You managed to finish it decently, but tears streamed down your face the whole time.

Your big brother, Eddie, ran on stage as you cried and hugged you tight, kissing your head and taking you back to the bus. He put you on the bed, rubbing your back gently as you cried. “What happened?” He asked and you sniffled.

“S-She broke up with me,” you said and he gasped. He shook his head and said “I-I- I don’t…weren’t you going to propose? What happened?” “Yea, I was! I was so fucking excited, and I called her hoping she’d beg me to come home so I could propose but she broke up with me! I don’t even know why!” You shouted, angry and sad and upset and feeling so many things at once.

Eddie comforted you through the pain like he always did growing up. Every time your parents would fight he was there for you. Every time your dad picked on you because you weren’t his he defended you and promised nothing would change the fact you were his sister. And now, he comforts you once more during the worst breakup of your life.

You finished the tour, fans had already figured out you and Robin broke up because you cried through that song 3 times before they took it off the set list and you just hadn’t been the same since. You’d been so quiet and sad and your shows weren’t as good as they were before. You were exhausted mentally, but going home would just remind you of everything you and Robin had together so you just powered through it.

Steve came to pick you up after the show because Eddie was busy in a meeting for his band and you didn’t want to trouble him. “Hey…are you okay?” He asked, pulling you into a hug. You sighed and shook your head.

“I don’t trust you not to tell Robin so I don’t wanna talk about it” you said and he winced slightly. He helped you load your bags up and gave you a breakfast sandwich to eat. You didn’t want to go home, you wished you had literally any place else to go to.

Robin's car was gone, so she probably had already left like you’d asked her to. You wished she had said it was a joke and she didn’t mean it, making your favorite sound, her laugh.

You stepped in the house, setting your bags down as tears welled up in your eyes. You took a deep breath and Steve brought the rest of your stuff in. He hugged you tight and said “if you need anything, call me” You nodded and thanked him before closing the door behind him and locking it.

You leaned against it, tears fighting to spill over. You couldn’t handle being here. Too many memories of Robin lived within these walls. You moved to the couch, scoffing as you could still smell her all over the cushions. You turned on the TV, her favorite show playing.

It was all too much. You just wished things would end and get better. You missed her so fucking much. You wanted to marry her, build your life together, have kids together. She ruined all of that for you, and you don’t even get to know why.

Months go by, and you start to feel just a little better. You moved out of that house, and even got yourself a cat. You started going to therapy, and learned to live life without Robin. You never wanted to, but you couldn’t mope around for the rest of your life.

It’s been nearly 6 months now, and one morning you’re about to hop in the shower when you hear a knock on your door. You roll your eyes and slip your hoodie back on, quickly running to the front door.

You gasped as you opened the door to see your ex girlfriend. You had seen her or spoken a word to her since that phone call. “Y/n,” she said and tears filled your eyes. You shook your head and said “what are you doing here?”

“I just…I wanted to apologize. I- I know I really hurt you and you’ve been going through a lot and stuff-” she said and you cut her off. You scoffed and said “yea, Robin you broke up with me over the phone in the middle of my tour without even giving me an explanation. Kinda fucked up if you ask me”

“I’m- I’m sorry, y/n. I- I made a mistake. I did. I thought that things were getting too different but the truth is that I just hadn’t seen you in so long and I just felt so distant from you but I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I regret everything I did. Breaking up with you was the dumbest decision I’ve ever made” she said and you sighed.

You bit your lip and said “Robin…I- I can’t. I’m finally getting somewhere, I can’t go through that again. I can’t live in fear for the rest of my life that any time I go on tour you’re gonna want to break up. You don’t understand how much you hurt me. Robin I- fuck, I was going to propose! You took away my entire future, I don’t know if you realized that”

“Y-…You were gonna propose?” Robin asked and you wiped your tears away, a shaky sob leaving your lips. You nodded and said “Robin, I…I’m- I can’t do this again. It d-destroyed me last time. I won’t put myself through it again” “it’s not- I’m not gonna make the s-same mistakes, y/n. I lo-”

“Robin, please. Go. Don’t come back. I just want to move on” you said and she sighed. She nodded and turned around slowly making her way to the steps. You closed the door and squeezed your eyes shut.

A shaky breath left you, almost in physical pain because of how badly you wished you could have Robin back. But you knew this was only temporary. Getting back together with her would leave you worried that she would fall out of love with you again for the rest of your life. You won’t put yourself through that.

You sniffled as you walked away from the door, sitting down on the couch and wiping your tears. You watched her car pull out of the driveway and took a deep breath. You were grateful for everything you and Robin had together but you couldn’t keep thinking about it and obsessing over it, it only reminded you of how painful the words “I don’t think this is working anymore” felt when she spoke them.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[tailsbeth-writes]

happy Friday Taylor 💚

ficlet request for:

crying for RWRB I wanna say Liam/Pez cuz I wanna see Liam cry a bit but I also kinda want to see Alex cry so you can have ur choice I guess - oh maybe they can both be crying in each other's arms IDK whatevs lolz

I went with Alex & Liam, after the election, enjoy this emotional reunion! Read on Ao3 here.

The election result felt like a rebirth for Alex, he could let out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. There were still chips to fall, of course, but there was stable ground for them to fall. Being in Texas for a few days was good for Alex. He was excited to show Henry where he grew up. He could do that now, they could look to the past now that the present was a certainty. Alex watches Henry’s chest rise and fall for a few minutes before getting up, as quietly as he can. When he finally settles with a coffee, his phone is ringing. Liam's name is on the screen, coaxing a smile out of Alex. ‘Good morning, how's it going?’ ‘Quite frankly, it's far too loud in my house. Wanna hang out? You're still around, right?’ Straight to the point, Liam hasn't changed. ‘Diner in half an hour?’ ‘I’ll be there in twenty to save my sanity.’ ‘ACD, in the flesh!’ Alex sees Liam waving from the corner booth they sat at as teenagers. The whole place is like a time capsule, the diner even smells the same. Alex strides over, Liam stands and hovers for a moment before wrapping Alex into a hug. ‘Hey man, I can't believe this place is still here.’ They slide into the booth and straight into old routines. They order pancakes and french toast, heavy on syrup and extra bacon and share them. Alex almost snorts coffee out of his nose at Liam's political impressions, he forgot how spot on he can be. It feels nice and Alex can't help but feel guilty for stopping them from having this. There's a beat of silence as they both drink and Alex knows he needs to say something. ‘Ale-’ ‘Liam, I-’ ‘You first.’ They say in unison. Liam palms his face and ushers Alex on with his hand. ‘Liam, I'm sorry. Truly. I've learnt a lot this past year and while I can only have the tiniest understanding of how you felt, I'm so sorry to have put you through that.’ Alex swallows hard, a lump forming in his throat. Liam is looking down, ripping a napkin in his lap. ‘I don't want to lie to you. It really fucking hurt. I felt… used? I don't know.’ Liam finally looks up and Alex sees the tears forming in his eyes. He slides around the booth and scoops Liam into his arms. Despite Liam having height on him, he curls into Alex’s chest. Alex feels tears flowing down his own cheeks and lets them run. He locks eyes with Amy who is sat at the next booth over with Cash, gives her a sad smile to reassure her. She nods, the silent understanding already there. ‘Never again, okay?’ Alex whispers, squeezing Liam’s shoulder. He sits up and wipes his face with the back of his sleeves. Alex grabs a napkin and pats at his face. Liam nods at him with a weak smile. There are a million things they still need to discuss. But the dam is well and truly broken and the truth can finally flow through.

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love, mom ✧ percy jackson oneshot

✧ summary when sally jackson passes away while helping him on a quest, percy begins to feel more alone than he's ever been, grieving in solitude. upon poseidon's delivery, though, percy finally allows himself to unleash his bundled emotions.

✧ genre angst, sadness

✧ word count 1.36k

✧ warnings a lot of sad, angsty, and depressed thoughts.

✧ link to main masterlist

✧ A/N writing this literally broke me to pieces, i hope ya'll enjoy this oneshot. happy birthday percy! (also pls reblog it would mean the world to me!!!)

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The beach was calm and serene as Percy waded into the water with his jeans rolled up to his knees. Normally, he’d have brought Annabeth too, but right now he needed to be alone, he needed silence. Mourning his mother wasn’t something he could do with other people around. 

The thing was, no one would know her love the way he did. How she would drop everything in her arms, simply to give him a bear hug every time he came home from boarding school. How she would stuff blue candy into his stocking for Christmas every year without fail. How she had endured the physical and emotional abuse from his former stepfather for years, just to keep him safe. The list was endless, and the mere thought brought tears to Percy’s eyes. She had done so much for him, but when he had the chance to return the favor, he had failed. He would never be at peace with the fact that he had saved the world - twice - but he hadn’t been able to save his mother. He would give anything just to see that million dollar smile again.

But she was gone. Percy could sit at that maple tree all he wanted but it wouldn’t be the same. Because Sally Jackson would be six feet under.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Percy whispered into the salty summer breeze, choking on the words. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

The ocean’s surface glittered under the fading daylight, like the stars had fallen from the night sky. The sky was clear of any clouds, glowing with a cerulean hue. The water’s constant ‘shhh’ used to be like a soothing lullaby, but now it just made him more restless than ever. Percy didn’t understand how the world could be so beautiful when his mother, the most badass, the funniest, the kindest woman to ever exist, was dead.

That ‘shh’ grew louder and louder until it filled his head. A gentle wave splashed against his legs and receded back into the depths of the waters. Percy looked down, and with furrowed brows, picked up the letter floating at his feet. 

As he turned it over in his hands, the envelope dried off so the sentence on the back was legible:

To Percy, my entire world, my everything.

Without a doubt, the letter was sent from his father, Poseidon, god of the sea. But the words were in his mother’s handwriting. His hands wavered as he tore the envelope open, revealing the coffee-colored paper inside.  He wasn’t exactly sure if he was mentally prepared to read it, but with a deep breath, he unfolded the paper:

My dearest Percy,

I pray that this letter never reaches your hands, that your father will destroy it after your successfully completed mission. I’m hoping you’ll never have to read this letter, because I’ll most likely be dead.

But if you are reading this, Percy, know that I was the proudest mother to ever live. Ever since the moment I held you in my arms, I have been more proud than you’ve ever known. Percy, you have done many great things in such a short lifetime; you’ve gone through two great wars, you’ve survived through the darkest of times, and you have fought for everyone you love. I am not only proud to call you my son, but in awe that you have accomplished so much.

It was like his mother was right next to him, whispering into his ear as she held him close. Percy didn’t even notice he was crying until his teardrops splattered onto the letter. He didn’t bother to wipe them away and kept reading:

Percy, I know you; I am your mother, after all. I know you’re probably beating yourself up about my death. You know I’m right.

Percy couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh; it was true, Sally knew him too well and they both knew it.

Please remember that I am the one that insisted on helping you, even when you protested against it. If there’s anyone to blame for my demise, it is me. You have done nothing wrong. 

And there it was. That was the sentence that had Percy sobbing horrible, choppy, heartbroken sobs. That was the sentence that broke him entirely. He gripped the letter like it was life or death, his hands shaking more violently than ever. His eyes were so blurry from the wall of unshed tears that he could barely read.

You have done nothing wrong.

No one knew better than Percy how refreshing it was to hear those five words after years of thinking he screwed up. Not once in his life had anyone said those words to him. Not until now.

You have done nothing wrong.

Percy gulped and moved on to the next paragraph:

Percy, I don’t want you to cry. Wipe away your tears. When you think of me, I want you to remember all the good times we spent together. Remember how we went on an entirely blue diet just to spite Gabe? How, every summer, we’d go down to Montauk and talk all night in that cabin? When you think of me, I want you to smile, not cry. I hate seeing you cry. It’s the worst feeling for a mother, you know that?

What’s worse is losing the most important person in your life, he thought desolately. Still, he wiped away the hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Percy, listen to me. I want you to live your life to its fullest. Go to college with Annabeth, make new friends, get married, have kids. There is a reason I named you Perseus. He was the only hero to get a happy ending. I wish the very same for you.

Take care of your sister for me, Percy. Sometimes, I used to watch you play with her, rock her to sleep in your arms while you sang a little lullaby. I know you will be the best big brother ever to her. The way she looks at you, like you’re her hero – it warms my heart. Be good to Paul, too. Don’t let him get too hung up over my passing. Tell him to move on. And you move on too, Percy. Do not be angry with the gods for not preventing my death. Do not be angry with yourself. It is not anyone’s fault but my own. Move on, and all I ask is you remember me from time to time, as I will think of you too. 

Percy’s hand flew to his mouth. Before, he was only in shock that his mother was gone, but this letter made it seem much more real. He felt like he was grasping for something that didn’t exist.

I love you, Percy. I love you so, so much, more than you will ever know. I will be watching over you as you grow, and no matter what, I will always be with you in spirit. Be brave, be strong, and be kind, Percy. I know you will achieve great things. 

Love, Mom.

Percy didn’t care whether he got strange looks or not; he burst into messy sobs again, trembling. He lost track of time as he wept for the woman who had sacrificed so much, too much, just for his well being. He wept for the Sally Jackson-shaped hole he had in his life, and for the fact that no one else would be able to fill it. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed until he felt the warmth of his girlfriend’s arms around his neck and he looked up in surprise, his eyes still swimming with tears. Annabeth’s eyes were red and puffy too, he noticed, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He snaked one arm around her waist, pulling her close, and gripped the letter in the other. Percy took in deep breaths of the familiar salty air as he looked up to the darkened sky.

There, he saw a crescent moon. It was like a smile, Percy thought. Maybe his mother was smiling down on him. Percy hugged Annabeth tighter as he breathed,

“I love you too, Mom.”

[lcs-library]

A Tiny Love(Sakuya x Reader)

Notes/Tags: Sakuya x reader, except mc only shows up a little bit at the end so I guess it’s technically Sakuya-centric but shhhh, canon compliant, Happy Valentine’s!!!, child oc(?)(idk I just slapped her together so 😗), takes place during act 3 but has no major spoilers

Summary: “Sakuya-sensei, will you marry me?” “Pardon?” A strange request from one of the young girls at the daycare Sakuya worked at sent his entire day haywire. Happy Valentine’s Day!! Have a Sakuya<3

“Sakuya-sensei, will you marry me?”

“Pardon?”

A strange request from one of the young girls at the daycare Sakuya worked at sent his entire day haywire.

It wasn’t uncommon for the kids to play house with him(even if they called him a ham), nor was it strange for them to play wedding with their toys, but for them to ask a teacher? That was new.

Luckily, he knew just how to respond.

“That’s really sweet of you, Ena-chan, but I’m already someone else’s boyfriend!” He replied sweetly, kneeling down to the young girl’s height.

“You won’t?” She looks like she’s about to cry.“But I worked so hard on the wedding! And I love you!”

“Oh, um…”

In that moment, Sakuya had no idea what to do, but having a crying child on his hands wouldn’t be the most fun to deal with.

“How about we have a pretend wedding? I’ll be your husband for that if you want!” He exclaims with a smile.

“Really?” Her face immediately lights up.

“Mhm.”

“Yay!” She cheers, turning back to her group of friends, “Sakuya-sensei said he’d marry me!”

The girls squeal with delight as Ena takes Sakuya’s hand.

“Come on, I gotta show you the wedding spot!”

She’s smiling so bright, clearly super excited about this, while Sakuya can only let out a nervous giggle.

What have I gotten myself into…

She takes him out to the yard, showing off an array of paper chains and glitter, with the small play house serving as an altar, a group of girls surrounding it.

“You gotta go up to the marrying spot, okay?!” She squeals, running to one of the back corners of the fence.

He complies, making his way up to the “altar”, trying his best to stay composed.

At that moment, around a million thoughts and questions swarm his mind, but are interrupted by one of the girls skipping up the the crowd, sprinkling grass in her wake.

A moment later, Ena walks down the aisle, carrying an array of questionable plants from around the space, loudly singing her take on a wedding march. She held her head high, her steps stiff and practiced, as if she were waiting her whole life for this moment and didn’t spring it on everyone half and hour ago.

And, looking at her, Sakuya can’t help but feel an odd sense of pride.

That one day, this will be real for her, with someone she loves, and he would have touched her life permanently at that point. Ah, the wonders of childcare.

“Sakuya-sensei! You gotta kiss me now!”

“Eh?!”

No, it wasn’t a surprise to him that she didn’t know how weddings worked and thought of them as a fancy way to get a kiss, but the fact that she was insistent on getting one was freaking him out.

“Um, h-how about a hug instead?”

“It’s not the same!” She whines.

“But it’s a way to show our love, isn’t it?”

Please tell me I’ll get to live today…

“Hmm…alright!”

Thank God, Sakuya thinks to himself as he breathes a sigh of relief.

And so the two embrace, and they all lived happily ever after.

Until a few hours later.

“Ah, Ena-chan, your mom’s here to pick you up!” Sakuya calls back into the noisy room, welcoming one of the parents in.

Just then, all hell broke loose.

Ena rushed over, clinging to Sakuya’s leg, almost in tears.

“I don’t wanna go! Sakuya-sensei married me, and I’m living with him!” She wailed, gripping tightly to his apron.

“Hey, Sakuya, is your shift over yet?” You asked, opening the door to the daycare.

You couldn’t have picked a worse time.

Sakuya’s eyes widened, a “help me” sort of expression on his face.

“What happened here?”

“Um-“

“I’m not going! Sakuya-sensei married me and we’re gonna be together forever and ever!”

You firmly decided that you didn’t even want to know what happened, but tried to come up with a solution.

“Really?” You asked, frowning.

“I was looking forward to seeing him today!”

“Too bad! He’s mine!”

Woah, a feral one.

Thankfully, Sakuya saw what you were doing and tapped in.

“Ena-chan, didn’t we learn that sometimes we have to share our things? Maybe you should share me with my friend here.” He gently suggested.

There was a moment of internal struggle in her eyes, but with enough pleading gestures from the two of you, she gave in.

“Fine! But you’re still mine!”

“Thank you, Ena-chan.”

“Thanks!”

She let out a small “hmph” as she took her mother’s hand, yet took the time to wave “bye-bye” to Sakuya.

Once the two left, you just had to ask.

“What was that all about?”

“Well,” he replied, taking off his apron and hanging it up, “she tried to marry me, so I suggested we have a pretend marriage to prevent this from happening. I guess she doesn’t know enough at this age, and it’s all real to her.” He finishes with a giggle.

You let out a mock gasp.

“You cheated on me?! Sakuya, I thought you were a good, honest man!” You complain, lightly smacking him on the shoulder.

“Hey, I didn’t want a crying kid on my hands, okay?” He defends, taking your hand in his as you exit the daycare.

The cold winter air greets the two of you, harshly nipping at your skin.

Thank God Sakuya is pretty much a natural heater, you decide, practically draping yourself on top of him, nearly toppling him over.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” He exclaims.

He plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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why can’t i be like the other boys - pandora rosier

summary - yn is feeling major dysmorphia. pandora helps them and makes a deal to help with it.

warnings - panic attacks, body dysmorphia, crying. i think that’s it.

a/n - if there are any trans people or plus size people struggling with body dysmorphia, please do not read this right now as there are very negative thoughts mentioned in this post. my dms are open if anyone wants to talk.

post number - 9

word count - 839

reader - trans male, pre-transition, plus sized.

you and stared into your mirror; why couldn’t you just be like the other boys. why were you born in the wrong body? why couldn’t you just be flat? all of the thoughts racing around your head were getting to you.

‘you’re too fat.’

‘you’re not a real boy.’

‘they’ll never treat you like the other guys.’

‘deadname’

‘a real boy has a flat chest’

all of the false information in your head drove you nuts; tears fell from your eyes to the floor faster than you could say ‘expelliarmus’. your breathing got faster and your breath became heavier.

the salty tears fell onto your lips, making it harder to focus on your breathing.

suddenly, the door to your dorm room opened, and you couldn’t even control your emotions enough to bother trying to hide what was happening from which ever one of your roommates came in.

“yn? what’s wrong?” the familiar voice of pandora rosier spoke to you, “what happened?”

pandora sat down next to you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“what’s going on?” she quickly realised that you couldn’t breathe properly and pulled away from you.

she held your hands, giving you a soft squeeze of reassurance that everything would be okay.

“deep breaths, okay?” her soft voice rang, your ears were ringing, and her face was spinning softly and had duplicated by now.

“inhale, exhale.”

you followed her breathing pattern, slowing down your breathing, bringing it back to normal, along with your vision and hearing.

“that’s better. can you tell me what’s wrong? it’s okay if you’re not comfortable talking about it. i’m here to talk - or just to listen if you need me though. always.”

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out, just a small squeak. you sighed, as tears came to your eyes again.

this time pandora pulled you into a tight hug, knowing you needed it, and softly rubbed your back.

“everything’s gonna be okay, yn. i’m here for you.”

you pulled away, now ready to talk, “i hate myself- im not a real boy, and i never will be, nothings gonna change that. i can’t make myself flat - i’ve tried it all, binders, spells that are too difficult for me to do, tape, clingfilm, literally everything and nothing works.” you ranted.

pandoras eyes softened, listening to your voice break as you spoke, “why don’t the binders work? i thought they were meant to be one of the best things?”

“they are!” you accidentally raised your voice, “sorry. i- they-“

“it’s okay. i’m listening.”

“i’m too fat. they don’t fit me. even the large sizes. i hate that nowhere does bigger sizes than a large and i hate myself for not fitting into the biggest size.”

“please don’t talk about yourself like that. you really shouldn’t use the word fat as a way to insult yourself. it’s not a bad word, you know?” pandora reassured, “it’s just a word that people try to make sound bad, but it’s not, it’s just a word. you are perfect no matter how you look. yes, you’re a plus size guy, but do you realise how many men are too? millions! take peter as an example, he’s plus size - he doesn’t care; i know you’re not him, but if you just look at how happy he is, you can be that happy, just don’t let your body bother you. your body is beautiful no matter how big, or small it is.”

your mouth opened in awe, you didn’t know what to say, “but i’m not flat either, peter can’t relate to that.”

“how about this, if you can do one thing for me, i’ll measure you and make you a binder that fits you perfectly?”

“what’s the one thing?” you asked, concerned it would be something you couldn’t do.

“every day when you wake up, say something nice about yourself, maybe a couple things, doesn’t matter if you don’t mean it. you don’t even have to believe it. just say it. eventually you’ll trick your brain into believing the things you don’t believe and you’ll thing good things about yourself.”

you chuckled, “you don’t really thing that works, do you.”

“it does.” pandora raised her point, “i do it all the time, have been since i was a kid. and i got reggie doing it - he used to despise himself, and the way he looks. he hated that he wasn’t flat for so long, even though he is now cause of the spells he learnt, he wasn’t for a long time, but he learnt to love his body even before, and after, by saying nice things to himself.”

“okay. i’ll do it.”

pandora’s smiles beamed, “excellent! i’ll get making your binder first thing saturday. so only a few days; i should have it done by monday or tuesday!”

you pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her slightly, “thank you.” you whispered.

“no problem.”

“i love you, pandora. you’re the best friend i could ever ask for.”

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FebHyurary Day 26: Travel

Agi is leaving to travel to another reflection and has a lot of angst. Takes place after Fight.

Agnes Currai tried to be as quiet as possible as she got dressed. It’s okay. I’m only leaving to find a device to take me to another fucking world by a mysterious man. It’s fine. This is fine. Completely normal. Don’t think about if this is the last time you’ll…no. No. No. It’s fine. You always find your way home.

“Agi?” Estinien rumbled from the bed, head still on the pillow and barely awake. “What’re you doing?”

Shit. She pulled on her tunic. “I figured I’d let you sleep and leave for Mor Dhona.” That way I could leave without crying…because I may never see you again…

He grunted and sat up in the inn room bed, wiping sleep out of his eyes. “Without saying good-bye? You never do that, sweetheart.”

Agnes bit her quivering lip. “I thought it would be better since…since…well, you’re not a fan of big good-byes and I’m…” a mess. I’m a mess. Already.

Tapping the bed, he smiled softly at her. “Come here.”

Oh gods, I’m going to start bawling as soon as I sit down. In fact, she felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “I…love—” She sputtered as she sat down, his scarred and calloused hands taking hers in his.

“You’ll come back, Agi. You always find your way home.” His voice was hoarse. He’s still smiling. He believes in me. He always does… “You’ll be alright. And so will I, so you needn’t worry.” I always worry about you, and you always worry about me. That’s simply how we are. He finally made eye contact with her, tears shining in his pale blue eyes.

Her heart broke a little more. But what if…what if… “But if I somehow cannot—” She began thickly and was interrupted by him shaking his head.

“No. That won’t—”

“Love, please.” She said as she struggled to maintain composure. You don’t understand. I need to say this, because if I don’t I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. “If I can’t get home, then you need to find someone else—”

“No.”

“And be happy—”

“No.”

“And have the family we…the family we wanted and be so happy—”

“No!” He sobbed, letting go of her hands. He pulled her to him and held her tightly as they both cried. “No! No! I won’t!” He released her suddenly and held her face in his hands. “You listen to me, woman. You’re the only one…the only one…I ever want to be with. Do you hear me? There’ll never be anyone else. You’re the only one I love. The only one I want to marry. The one I want to have a family with. You. Only you.” Caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, tears fell quickly down his face. “I’ve no doubt that you’ll return with the others.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and then returned his smile. Oh love… “But what if—”

“No doubt.”

“You deserve to be happy.”

“We deserve to be happy together, and…we will be.”

“I’m scared.” I’m scared out of my mind. This isn’t a little jaunt to Kugane. This is literally crossing reflections. She hugged him, arms going around his neck.

“As am I, but I have faith in you.” He chuckled. “Where you go, my sweet girl, miracles follow. And I’d bloody know.”

Not wrong! She could not help but giggle. “True, but I’m afraid my luck will run out.”

He kissed her cheek. “Not likely. You seem to have an infinite supply of it.”

They sat with their foreheads touching for some time before Agnes spoke. “One day, you and I will travel together…won’t we?” You promised that we’d be together all the time, but I want to go on a million journeys with you. My love. My life. My everything.

“Aye, one day soon.” He grinned and gave her a quick kiss. “Don’t go just yet. At least have breakfast with me.” Gods, I love having breakfast with you…any meal with you. I love you so much. “My treat again.”

“You’re my treat.” Oh fuck, I actually said it!!!!! “I mean,” she blushed. “You’re my everything.”

“O-ho-ho-ho madam! I believe I heard the word ‘treat!’” He laughed, pulling her in his embrace once more. Estinien pressed kisses to her dark red hair and cheeks as he tickled her sides. “Treat, madam! Treat!”

Gods, please let me return to him. Please.

[briamichellewrites]

65

Margaret Johnson had died while serving her sentence for child abuse. Brad was contacted by his attorney about her death. What did she die from? Consumption, also known as tuberculosis. She had been suffering for a while before her death. At least a couple of weeks. She refused medical treatment, as she didn’t believe she was sick. While in prison, she gave birth to a little boy who was fathered by a guard. The little boy was in foster care. Could he ask for his name? Milo.

Milo James Johnson. He was twelve months old. His foster parents were looking to adopt him. Was he interested in taking him? No. He thanked his attorney for letting him know. I’ll tell my daughter the news. Did she leave anything, like a will? No, but seeing as she was her oldest child, she was free to attend a hearing to decide what she was entitled to. He would ask her.

Milo was a happy little guy, who loved bathing, dogs, exploring, and putting whatever he grabbed inside his mouth. He also loved testing his vocal cords by screeching when he was happy and crying when he was told no. No, Milo. He hated that and it made him angry! All he wanted to do was put the dog’s tail in his mouth! Mommy was so mean! He was quickly distracted by a toy that made a noise when he shook it. Rattle. Rattle. Rattle. He put that in his mouth. Yum!

It tasted good! Elliot didn’t know how to feel about her mother’s death or the news that she had a little brother. Brad told her to take her time figuring out how she felt. She had the right to feel whatever she needed to. Her mother was not a nice person, that was an understatement! She abused her and for seven years, she had worked her ass off in therapy. He was so proud of the progress she made!

Did she remember when she first came to live with him? She nodded with tears in her eyes. Yeah, she used to hit herself. She did and she learned how to use her words. He no longer had to worry about that. She also learned how to speak up for herself and advocate for herself.

“She was your mother but that doesn’t mean she deserves sympathy or respect. Because she didn’t give that to you. Nobody can tell you the right way to feel because only you can decide that.”

“I’m past what she did to me. I just wish I could have told her that she means nothing to me and that I grew up becoming the woman she never was because I have people who love me. She almost killed me but she didn’t. I was never her daughter because parents don’t do shit like that to their kids.”

“You are right. They don’t. You are more of a woman than she was. She deserved to hear that. I’m sorry you didn’t get to see her before she died.”

He hugged her and let her cry. During the hearing, they found out that Elliot had inherited her jewelry collection. Her mother only had two hundred dollars in her bank account, which she also received. On her eighteenth birthday, she would have access to a bank account that had the earnings she made while working as a child actor. That bank account was never accessible to her mother, so the money was still there. How much was in the account?

It was worth five million dollars. That money would help with her medical bills. They thanked the probate lawyer. Before leaving, she was given the money and jewelry collection. The jewelry was beautiful and it looked expensive. She went through it while at home with Brad. It included a watch that needed a new battery, rings, necklaces, and bracelets. The bracelet was too big for her skinny wrists.

She still wanted to keep it. The rings were also too big. She set them back in the box before looking at the necklaces. One reminded her of the necklace from Titanic because it was a blue diamond in a heart shape. The Heart of the Ocean. Upon looking at it closely, he noticed it as well. He pulled out his phone and looked it up. Yeah, it looked similar to the Heart of the Ocean. She slipped it over her head. It rested on her chest, above her heart. She looked beautiful wearing it!

The following day, they were visiting with her oncologist to talk about possibly doing surgery to remove as much of the tumor as possible. They knew there was a risk of not getting it completely, which would mean more chemotherapy. She was aware of that possibility because they had been talking about that since the beginning. Did she still want to go ahead with the surgery? Yes.

“Are you still thinking about getting a full mastectomy?”

“Yes, with the nipple-saving thing. I can’t remember what it’s called. I want to do that when I turn eighteen.”

They could do the tumor removal while saving her breasts. Then, she could do the elective surgery of a full double mastectomy with nipple sparing. They scheduled the surgery for the following Monday morning. The oncologist gave her instructions along with the side effects. Her nurse could help her with caring for her surgery site when she was discharged. She was excited while also nervous.

Mike was with the band as they traveled to their next destination on their tour when he got a phone call. It was Elliot. She had just come home from an appointment with her oncologist. What happened? Is everything okay? Yeah, she gave him an update on what they decided. How was she feeling about that? She was excited but nervous because it was a huge deal and was going to change her body. Was it going to be what she wanted with removing her breasts? No, it was just removing the tumor.

She couldn’t do the complete double mastectomy until she was eighteen. What will happen if they don’t get everything? It meant more chemotherapy. She wanted to take the risk because she wanted to be done with cancer. He understood what she was saying. They would be thinking about her.

“What happened to Elliot”, Brad asked.

“She’s having surgery next Monday morning to hopefully remove the tumor. It was her decision.”

“What happens if they don’t get all of it? More chemotherapy?”

“Yeah. She’s so tired of chemo that she’s willing to do anything she can to speed up the process.”

They didn’t blame her because they would do that, too. They also found out that her mother had died from tuberculosis. Wow. How was she doing? She was grieving. Was her mother still in prison? Yeah, she was serving a nine-year sentence for child abuse. Elliot had worked so hard for seven years in therapy to work through what her mother did to her. She went from a child who self-harmed to learning how to express herself and her emotions.

There was a special place in Hell for people who abused children. Chester had zero empathy for her mother. Her being dead meant she wouldn’t hurt Elliot ever again. Yeah. Mike cautioned against saying that to her because her mother was a touchy subject. He promised he wouldn’t. Ok, good. What they should do was support her through her grief.

The next Monday, Elliot and Brad were at the hospital. He had her phone while she was prepped for surgery. The nurses had lifted her from her wheelchair onto the bed. Before starting the procedure, he hugged her and told her that he would be there when she woke up. Ok, dad. He was assured she was in good hands. She was given an anesthetic that made her fall asleep. When she woke up, the surgery would be over. She was nervous but excited.

Elliot just went into surgery. It will take an hour to do and if successful, she will be able to go home today. Please keep her in your thoughts. - Brad

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

12 - Dream of a Warmer Sun

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: n/a :)

Year: 1988

“I’m so happy it fits her,” Eddie smiled.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to make that her first outfit.”

“What? It’s fitting.”

She laid there, peacefully sleeping, sporting her “Newest Party Member” shirt and little leggings with bats on them. Her curly blonde hair was delicately resting on her forehead as her tiny hand was wrapped around Eddie’s index finger.

“Okay, I got my picture. Can you hand me one of her blankets so I can swaddle her?”

“What if you wake her?”

“Then that’s my problem to deal with, isn’t it?”

“Fine, fine. Which one do you want? Pumpkins, bats, ghosts, or hearts?”

“You packed all of them?”

“Duh?”

“I’ll do bats. They’ll match her pants.”

“Here you go.”

Eddie prepared the blanket on his bed before gently and slowly picking his daughter up. He carefully swaddled her up before placing her back in the bed. Eddie turned to Steve and smugly smirked.

“I knew I wouldn’t wake her,” Eddie teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How’re you feeling?”

“So fucking sore, Jesus fuck.”

“Pain meds wearing off?” Eddie nodded. “What time is Wayne heading over?”

“I don’t know. I called him while you were in the bathroom. Hopefully soon, because I want to sleep. Robin is gonna meet us at the house when we’re home, right?”

“Yeah, she’ll be waiting for us when we get there.”

“Awesome,” Eddie sighed. “I still can’t believe we’re responsible for a tiny person.”

“I know, how scary is that?”

“Terrifying.”

“I’m proud of you. I know the last nine months haven’t been easy.”

“Thanks… as miserable as I was, I’d do it a million times over for her… so, you’re really okay that I got a hysterectomy?”

“Of course I’m okay. It was my idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re okay with it.”

“Ed, we can always adopt if we want more kids, alright? We have our gorgeous one that we should focus on.”

“You’re starting to sound like me, Harrington.”

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me,” he smirked.

“Hello?”

The two turned their heads to the door, where someone was entering, knuckles knocking as they walked through the threshold. The lights in the room were dimmed, making it harder to see who it was.

“Ed?” they called.

“Wayne? Is that you?”

“Yeah, how could you not recognize my voice?” he teased, walking over to give Eddie a hug.

“Sorry, I’m really sleep deprived.”

“It’s alright, I understand. You must be exhausted.”

“I am. I was on a lot of pain killers.”

“Did you tear really bad or something?”

“No, I had to have a c-section, and I got a hysterectomy.”

“Oh, wow… eventful day, huh?”

“You know it,” Eddie smiled.

“So where’s my granddaughter?”

“In the crib, slee–“ Clearly having theatrics similar to her father, Bobby started to cry on cue at the mention of her sleeping. “Was sleeping. Stevie? Can I please see her?” Eddie asked as he threw his hair up into his usual half-assed bun.

“Yeah. Shh-shh-shh, you’re okay, daddy’s got you. There you go, here’s papa.”

“Hi, baby girl,” Eddie cheered.

He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms, quickly calming her down. Her big, brown bug-eyes, with her long, stunning lashes, slowly blinked up at Eddie. His heart melted at the sight of her—he couldn’t believe she was his.

Wayne moved closer to the bed, peering over Eddie’s shoulder to get a better look at his granddaughter. His bottom lip began to quiver as his eyes welled up with tears. He gradually began to cry—he couldn’t believe he was a grandfather.

“Don’t cry…” Eddie whispered.

“She’s just so beautiful, Ed.”

“Isn’t she?”

“Can I hold her?”

“Of course… be careful, please.”

“Oh, I will.”

A few days later, Eddie and Bobby were cleared to be discharged. Eager to be back in their own home, Eddie nearly didn’t wait for a wheelchair (but did anyways, because it’s the rule, or whatever). On their drive, Steve had never been more careful behind the wheel. He now had precious cargo to worry about—the last thing he wanted to do was speed.

When they pulled into their driveway, they noticed a gaggle of bikes dumped by their garage. Steve rolled his eyes as Eddie chortled—he was slowly becoming more and more fond of the kids, especially after learning about their shared love for DnD. Once the car was in park, Eddie slowly started trying to get himself out of the car. Steve insisted on helping him, but Eddie told him to focus on Bobby—she was the priority now.

While Steve had Bobby’s carrier in one hand, he still managed to help Eddie up the pathway to the house with the other hand. Eddie unlocked the door and was helped inside, only to be scared half to death by everyone greeting them. There was a banner hanging up, reading: Welcome Home, Bonnie! along with balloons tied up throughout the house. Everyone yelling “surprise” knocked Eddie into the closest wall and startled Bobby awake. She whimpered for a few seconds before Steve managed to grab her and soothe her back to a relaxed state.

“Jesus Christ, guys. Gonna give the old man a heart attack,” Eddie huffed.

“Where’s my little niece?” Robin asked, making her way over to Steve.

“Right here,” he smiled, passing her to Robin.

“Oh, Bonnie, sweetheart, aren’t you gorgeous?”

“Uh, actually, her name isn’t Bonnie…”

“What?” Everyone collectively asked.

“So… funny story, whoever took down the information misheard me. So, instead of Bonnie, her name is Bobby…”

“Bobby…” Robin jutted her lip out and stared fondly at her niece. “Robby and Bobby. We’re meant to be.”

“You guys sure are,” Steve beamed.

“So what’s her full name now?” Dustin asked.

“Bobby Judas Harrington,” Eddie proudly said.

“She’s pretty,” El whispered.

“She is, isn’t she?” Steve chuckled. “We sure made a good one, huh?”

And for a moment, life was perfect for everyone—especially Bobby.

[meganlpie]

After Azkaban

Based on this request:  Hey Meg!! I was wondering if you could write an emotional reunion with Post Azkaban Sirius Black?? Maybe female reader being kinda upset that he didnt come to her when he escaped so that she could help him?? (She knew that he couldnt have done what he was accused of, not with the way he loved james) maybe something angsty with a happy ending (like them picking up where they left off before he was shipped off to azkaban??) I know it’s a lot and I’ll understand if you pass on it💙💙💙 by @gollyderek​

Here you are!! It’s Ducky’s bday and y’all are getting a present too! *I do not own ANY HP characters. They are, unfortunately, the property of Rowling.*

Warnings: mentions of Azkaban, angsty-fluff, it’s a bit short. 

Pairings: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Your heart nearly broke into a million pieces as you read the paper. Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. No one had ever done that before, but he managed. So why hadn't he come to you? Why, after all these years, did he not come to you first? Did he think you believed the lies you'd been told? You knew he was innocent. He'd loved James and you far too much to be responsible for James and Lily's deaths as well as all those Muggles.

         You fought back your tears, rose from your seat, and Apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place. You spent time there on occasion, usually only to check up on Kreacher. And now, you hoped Sirius would end up there, though you knew it was unlikely. It would be the first place the Ministry would look for him. You didn't know where else would he go, but you only hoped you could see him again sooner rather than later.

         Once inside, you ignored the portrait of Sirius and Regulus' mother as she screamed at you. You did smile at Kreacher and thanked him before you made your way to the room you'd once shared with Sirius. You were pleased to see that it was still clean despite Kreacher still being loyal to the late Mrs. Black. The room had lost all of the scent of your lover, but the memories came unbidden. Without even meaning to you sank down on the bed, hugging what had been Sirius' pillow to your chest. You missed him still. Twelve years had passed and you couldn't stop missing him. Couldn't stop loving him.

*time skip*

         Months. It had been months since Sirius had escaped and you had yet to see him. Sometimes, if you looked quickly enough you swore you saw a large black dog watching you but when you looked again, it was gone. You really hoped it was Sirius but you were beginning to lose that hope with every passing day. Just when it seemed you would never see the man you loved again, he finally appeared.

         You Apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place again to check on Kreacher only to pull to a stop when you saw him. His hair was much longer and his eyes held a bit of madness to them. His wand was pointed at you in a defensive manner. You figured he hadn't guessed that you charmed the house against anyone wishing him or you harm.

         "S-Sirius? Is that really you?" His eyes widened and for a moment, he looked like the younger man you remembered. "Y/N? I must be dreaming. You wouldn't be here otherwise." Tears pricked your eyes, causing him to lower his wand slightly. "It's me, Sirius. I swear. I-I put a charm on the house to protect myself and you when I heard you'd escaped." At that, Sirius lowered his wand completely, actually dropping it to the floor.

         In an instant, he was right in front of you. His hands were shaking as he reached up to hold your face. Rough, calloused thumbs wiped the tears now falling down your cheeks. "I'm real," you whispered as his deep eyes stared into yours. "Y/N. My Y/N." Sirius voice was still so soft and he looked as if he couldn't believe it. "I dreamed of you. Every night. It was the only thing that kept me from going well and truly mad," he admitted.

         "I dreamed of you too. I never thought I'd see you again." Sirius began crying tears of his own as he continued to cup your face. For a few moments, the two of you simply stood there, lost in each others' gaze.  Those dark eyes of his were  swimming with emotion and you swore you were about to drown in them.

         "Sirius?" He hummed a bit in response, his thumb still stroking your cheek. You let yourself smile. "No offense, love, but you stink. Horribly so." Sirius merely stared at you in disbelief for a moment before laughter burst from his lips, deep and clear. Your own giggles join in a second later.

         "Shall we continue this later then? After a bath?" You gave a nod as you continued to smile at him. Sirius pulled away from you a bit and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too. Now go on." He laughed once more then walked away. You shook your head fondly at the man you loved. You knew your troubles were far from over unless and until the Ministry exonerated him, but you were determined to enjoy the time you had with him now. And you hoped that, one day, the two of you could finally have your happily ever after.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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Theseus Scamander x reader

✨Love is magical✨

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Without missing a beat, Theseus broke away from Leta’s hug to chase after you immediately and Newt followed suit. “Im really sorry Leta, I’ll explain later” said Newt. “Y/n”!!! “Y/n!!!” “Y/n”!!! Theseus yelled your name so many times while running after you that people began to stare at him. You didn’t notice as your mind was spiraling. Sitting there in the alley way you gradually began to come to. You could hear Theseus and Newt turning the same corner. You got up quickly and apparated back to your home. You could’ve stayed…you could’ve told Theseus how you were feeling…but your heart just couldn’t….it was shattered. You made up your mind, Theseus should be with his fiancé, it would make everything easier than having to hear what he wanted. In reality though, you were just tremendously scared…scared that Theseus would have made the same decision you made. You sat on your living room floor a crying mess, in a flash all the memories of you and Theseus started flooding your mind: from the night you met on the trolley, to going to your Great Aunts, to spending Christmas together, making love, roaming Hogwarts and the wizarding world. All those memories made your heart skip a beat, they were lovely. Yet a profound heaviness weighed on you from having to say goodbye to the man you love…you felt empty.

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“Where in the bloody hell did she run off to?!” Theseus yelled, frustrated and angry that you had to deal with this situation. This was the last thing Theseus wanted. Sure he was happy that Leta wasn’t dead but he didn’t want her romantically. He wasn’t in love with Leta, in fact he never was in love with her, he was in love with you, you and you only. His heart couldn’t bare the pain of how you must’ve felt. He was immensely upset with himself for hurting you, even though he didn’t do anything to actually hurt you, he still felt like it was his fault. Newt tried to calm his brother down, but it wasn’t working. So they both apparated to your home, thinking they would start looking for you there.

You heard a popping noise and look up to see Theseus and Newt in your kitchen. Theseus runs over to you and holds you tightly. “Theseus, I think it’s best that you leave” you say while he wipes the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry but I can’t do that” he holds you even tighter, caressing your back. “Y/n, you mean everything to me, I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but I was wrong. Darling, you make my heart bigger, and my world brighter. I can’t imagine myself without you. You are my world, I’m in love with you, and only you,” Theseus proclaims with his cracking raspy voice, eyes filled with tears he grabs your face and kisses you with such a deep passion it was as if his love was transferring into your body, an energetic exchange that made you feel so much better, it was mending your broken heart back into it’s healed place.

You step back from Theseus and grab his hands, holding them firmly, lifting them up to your face. “Theseus, I love you, so so much, and I want you to be happy, no matter what, no matter how much it hurts me. Which is why I’m letting you go, you should be with Leta. She is your fiancé after all and well I can’t stand in your way,” tears stream down your face as you express yourself. Theseus felt like you stabbed him in the chest a million times over, those were not the words he was longing to hear, but he snapped out of his self pity in order to fight for you. “None sense!! How can you say such things? I won’t stand for it! How can you not see that I don’t want Leta! Why do you think I’m standing here before you. I want you y/n! I am unequivocally, undoubtably, and whole heartedly in love with you!” Theseus was yelling at this point, his arms flailing every which way as he spoke, his voice still raspy from being emotionally overwhelmed. You didn’t know what the right thing to do was anymore. So you did the most logical (or really not logical) thing you could think of. You ran outside to the nearest park as fast as you could, Theseus of course chases after you but this time Newt stops him. “Theseus if I may, maybe I can get through to her.”

You were sitting on the park bench about a half mile from your home. Your mind was sporadic again leaving you ever so confused. You didn’t hear Newt as he quietly walked up and sat next to you. “Y/n, I’m not much good at this type of thing but I do know love when I see it. Forgive me if I’m offending you in anyway but you seem like you have a middle head. I know your words to my brother were on the basis of moral grounds but believe me when I say Ive never seen him this way with anyone else, not even Leta. You know the woman I fancy, Tina, it took me a while to express how much she meant to me, and I regret not being more forthcoming with my feelings for her from the start” Newt speaks to you with a very caring soft voice, it soothed you a bit. “Oh Newt, thank you for your kind words. If I’m being honest I want nothing more than to be with Theseus but I don’t know if I’m making the right decision.” “Well y/n it is very seldom in life that we know we’re making the right decision for certain. The best we can do is follow our hearts” Newts voice turned into a whisper as he gazed into your eyes sweetly. It was in that moment that you decided to give love a chance again. Perhaps you were so scared to lose Theseus that you began pushing him away. “You’re right Newt….thank you….for everything.”

Theseus was standing in the dark some feet away from you and Newt. He heard the entire conversation and it warmed his heart to hear his brothers words. Theseus and Newt had indeed grown closer since the Grindelwald fiasco, they began understanding each other more, something Theseus had yearned for, for quite some time now. You gave Newt a big hug, you were so thankful for him that you couldn’t break away. “Mmm mmm” Theseus clears his throat walking up to you two. He reaches his hand out as you get up and then picks you up and twirls you around like he loved to do. Giggling you felt giddy again, what an emotional rollercoaster of a day for all of you. With your legs wrapped around his waist looking into Theseus’s eyes you whisper “I love you Theseus.” “I love you too y/n, I’m so sorry for everything you went through today, but I want you to know that I would never do anything to jeopardize us. I will never leave you, I will never stop loving you…..ever,” Theseus declares while placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment was perfect, Theseus felt like home, and Newt felt like family to you. Gratitude filled your heart for having such wonderful wizards in your life.

Without warning you all heard a popping noise and Leta appeared in front of you. You got down from being held by Theseus and whispered in his ear “I think you two should talk my love.” Theseus looked at you worried, “are you certain?” “Of course, you owe her an explanation Thes.” You and Newt walked back to your place to give them some space. Leta hastily walked up to Theseus “do you care to explain to me what’s going on?” Theseus took a deep breathe, “yes, I’m sorry Leta, after that night at your family’s tomb, it tore me apart that I lost you. You will always be someone I care for. You see, I thought what we had was true love, but I realized that I was wrong. I was never in love with you, and let’s face it, I don’t think you were ever in love with me either. I think it was just convenient for the both of us. I am in love now Leta….real love…and I want nothing more than for you to be happy and find your true love as well. It would be a great disservice to you if I continued on pretending.” Leta looked down, as much as it pained her to hear those words she knew Theseus was right. Leta loved Theseus but she was never in love with him. It struck her only then that she was still in love with Newt, Leta never wanted to admit this to herself. If she was being truthful, sadness overcame her because she knew she missed her chance with Newt. If only she had listened to her heart when the time was right. “I understand Theseus, I think we were both too scared to admit this before.” Leta slowly took off her engagement ring and placed it in Theseus’s hand. Theseus smiled at Leta “come, I want to introduce you to y/n, and I’m certain Newt would love to spend some time with you as well.”

You and Newt were drinking tea while he was explaining why it might be dangerous for you to try to swim with the kelpie. Newt stopped talking mid sentence and you saw Theseus and Leta walk in. It was a bit awkward at first but as the night went on you and Leta developed somewhat of a friendship. The four of you sat by the fire telling stories until about 2am. “Well id love to stay but I must get back to my flat” said Newt. “I’ll get going as well, Newt do you mind if I stay the night at your place?” Leta asked him. Newt was flustered, “um yeah sure I guess that would be fine.” You and Theseus looked at each other and giggled. You soon realized that Leta and Newt had quite a bit of history between them, and everything else made more sense to you. After they left Theseus wouldn’t stop staring at you smiling. “What Theseus?“ you giggle. “Im just happy is all. Happy I found you, happy to be in love with you, and happy you didn’t give up on us. Well you almost did, and quite frankly I would not have let that happen,” he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m happy too Thes” you say while getting lost in his eyes. “Now about that ministry job…”

[klvbxlove]

mother (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: wow, i haven’t written for iida in a long time, huh? not gonna lie, it was pretty painful writing this piece, and you’ll understand why when you read it. i’ll continue more of this a/n around the end of the drabble, if that makes sense. and also, sorry if it looks like it might not have been edited properly. i might edit it later.

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): angst, grief, hurt/comfort

trigger warning(s): mentions of death, family member loss, and hospitalization

summary: it felt like you might never get over your mother’s passing, but you felt comfort knowing that your husband, iida will be there to get you through it all

word count: 1.2k words

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key:

(y/n) = your name (n/n) = nickname

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   It was only a few weeks ago that you were feeling happy. There were no worries in the world, and all you could do was enjoy life at that moment.

   But now, all of that happiness is gone. It went down the drain. 

   The life in your eyes is also gone, devoid of color. You could feel the puffiness on them.

   At first, you did not do much. You could only sit there, staring at nothing but looking emotionless.

   However, all it took was seeing a photo of her or hearing a mention of her. The next thing you knew. You were bawling.

   Your mother.

   Tragically, she passed away in the hospital a few days ago. You always remembered seeing her whenever you got the chance. God, you could only feel pain in your chest, seeing her hooked up into many tubes and sedated. The doctors said she could still hear, although sometimes you doubted that. Regardless, you would always talk to her about everything and anything. It ranged from your gushing to her about a nice date with your husband, Iida, or your plans about meeting up with an old high school friend. You told her all.

   And unfortunately, now, you cannot tell her anything.

   You were grateful that your hero agency was more than happy to give you a couple of days off to grieve, but lately, you isolated yourself in your shared bedroom. You would hug a pillow and cry into it, not caring if you would get it all dirty with your tears and snot. All that came out of your mouth was sobs, but sometimes, you whispered a few things.

   “Mom, why did you have to leave me?”

   “I love you mom, forever and always.”

   “I’m sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry…”

   Yet you knew she would never reply to you. Hell, you even sent her a text a day after her passing, thanking her for being the best mom ever and hoping she was happy wherever she was. But you knew she would never read it. It was a painful reminder that she was gone. She would never be there in your presence. 

   And all you could do is imagine (or even hope) that she is watching over you.

   Then a knock came upon your door. 

   “Darling?”

   You recognized that voice, it was Iida. While you did stop your cries, you stayed in that same position, refusing to get up and let your husband in. You wanted to continue to dwell on your sadness. Alone by yourself.

   But you could not ignore the other part of you that needed comfort. 

   “(Y/N), is it alright if I can come in?”

   “Yep,” you replied, your voice nearly cracking. 

   Then the door opened, and from the corner of your eyes, Iida walked.

   He never thought his heart could break into millions of pieces again, but it did. He hated seeing his beloved spouse hurting so badly. 

   Iida carefully sat down on the bed next to you and placed a hand on your cheek, gingerly wiping any oncoming tears. “How are you coping, my love?”

   Your eyes continued to focus on the photo of your mother. “Okay, I guess.”

   Iida looked at you solemnly. “I know it has been hard. Your mother's passing was so unexpected. Quite frankly, I’m in disbelief. I was even praying that she would get better.” 

   “It sucks so badly, Tenya,” you sniffled. “For the past month, seeing her in the hospital always scared me. It looked like she was in so much pain. There was always that part of me that was losing hope that she would pull through, but the other part of me wanted to continue having hope, you know? That she would get better.”

   You could only think about the memories you had with her. The way she reacted when she found out you got accepted into U.A. The way she reacted when you started dating Iida and had them meet each other. The way she reacted to seeing you graduate high school and become a full-fledged hero, even marrying Iida just in a few years. 

   You could never forget seeing her in the hospital. Back when she was still able to talk. And what she told you, as a soft but weak smile grew on your face. 

   “You take care of yourself for me, okay? Continue doing your best as a hero and look out for your husband and the rest of the family.” 

   If anything, it felt like those were her last words to you.

   Silence dominated the room.

   Then a sob.

   “DAMN IT!” you cried out, the waterworks practically flooding. And at that moment, Iida immediately went in and lifted you to engulf you in his arms. Rubbing your back with his hand, you sobbed into his chest.

   “Why did Mom have to go so soon?! I-I mean, I know her condition was worsening, but why did it have to take an even terrible turn?! I– God, I felt like I never got the chance to properly say goodbye to her. And now she’s gone! I’ll never be able to talk to her again, or visit her, or anything!”

   You slowly ran out of words to say, and all you could focus on was crying.

   By that point, Iida felt himself tearing up too. He always thought of your mom as his own. Iida could remember the first time he met her after dating you; she made him promise that he would take care of you, and he did. And by the time of your wedding, she thanked him for becoming the husband of her child and reminding him that he would always be her son-in-law. 

   But Iida knew that you needed him now more than ever. For now, he stopped the flowing of his tears and continued hugging you as you sobbed. 

   It felt like an eternity before your sobs died down into sniffles. As you moved away to wipe your tears, Iida gently placed his hands on your shoulders.

“(N/N), look at me for a second, okay?”

   You did.

   Iida took a deep breath. “I can’t stress enough that this has been difficult, especially since you lost your mother. And I know many people say that things will get better, but I understand if it doesn’t appear that way for you. Death is arguably one of the worst things we can experience. It takes away people we love, and we can never see them again. But darling–”

   He placed his hand on your cheek once more, caressing it with his thumb.

   “--I need you to know that your mom loved you, and she is very proud of you. If you ever need to cry, then do so. I would prefer you to do that than bottle up your emotions. And remember that you have your friends, family, and especially me. I will be here, twenty-four-seven, if you ever need to cry. I promise.”

   More tears fell down your eyes. But from grief this time, but from happiness upon hearing those words. 

   You immediately hugged Iida, burying your face in his chest. “I love you so much, you know that?”

   Iida rubbed your back once more. “I love you more, my dear. I will keep my promise to my mother-in-law that I will take care of you.”

   Right now, things are pretty rough. You doubt you would even stop the sadness from overcoming you for a while. 

   But you know that with Iida, he’ll slowly help you accept and heal. And that you can truly feel happy in your life again.

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a/n continued: so tragically, yesterday afternoon, when i came home from college my dad informed me that my mom had passed away :( it was one of the hardest things i had to hear, and i’d been crying ever since hearing the news. i don’t wanna dwell too much over my mom’s condition, but all i can say it she was hospitalized last month, the condition worsened, and she ended up passing away. i wanted to write another iida drabble in memory of her, simply because i remember i used to constantly gush over him to her when i was getting to bnha, and he ended up becoming the only anime character she could recognized. whenever we texted, she would sometimes send pics and gifs of iida and it made me smile knowing how much she knew i loved him. it’s going to be hard accepting that my mother’s gone now. it had been one of my worst nightmares after she gotten hospitalized. but ik that for the sake of myself and my entire family, i have to be strong and keep her memory alive.

mom: thank you for being an incredible mother. i’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me, and i’ll do my best to continue making you proud. rest easy now <3

[idy-ll-ique]

They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you liked it!