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im-yn-suckers · 1 year ago

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they dont match butttttt, I. DO. NOT. CARE. PERIODT.

pairing- bf choi yeonjun x mexican female reader

warnings- hugs, kisses, food, not proofread, uhhhhh idk what else lol

yes, i did it. coming from a mexican female, i think i have a say in this. where all my mexicanas at? i love yall🫶🏻

christmas with your parents was an exciting topic for yeonjun. he always wanted to meet your parents and was extremely excited to meet them on christmas.

you arrive at you parents house and yeonjun was flowing with excitement and joy. he was excited to stay the night and he wanted to see how you lived growing up. you werent nervous about him meeting your parents at all because you knew theyd get along. you were a bit worried about the food.

what if he didnt like it? would it make your parents feel guilty? no, hes going to love it.

"mija! your here! oh i missed you!" your mom greeted you at the door as soon as she saw you. you hugged your dad next.

"mija! how are you?" "im ok, papi" yea, you called him papi, and? he your father, you love him.

"mijo! its so nice to finally meet you! how are you?" "yes it is! im alright, mrs.-" "oh, dont start that nonsense, call me mama." you heart melted at the sight of your mom and your boyfriend getting along so well.

"mijo, how are you?" "im good, mr.-" "call me suegro" (it means father in law in spanish). "alright" your dad shook yeonjuns hand and smiled very fondly at him.

"so! shall we have some dinner!" "lets eat!"

the table was decorated with pozole, tamales, pico de gallo, enchiladas and mole. yeonjun was left amazed at all the dishes on the table.

you two ere standing as your mom brought out the bowls, spices, and anything you could imagine.

"sit down mijo, get whatever you'd like, i made pozole and tamales. if you dont like that theres pico de gallo, enchiladas, mole, and theres desserts."

"thank you" he served himself some pozole and you grabbed the bowl of tortilla chips to eat with the pozole. (thats how i eat it lmao, if you eat it differently, adjust it as you wish)

"uh, y/n how do i eat it?" he nervously giggled and stared at his bowl in confusion.

"you can use your spoon to drink the soup, you can roll up the tortilla to dip it in the soup and use the spoon to eat the chicken and the corn. and you can also put lime, lettuce, raddish, and chile in it."

"ok, thank you" he did as you told him to and his face lit up with delight when he took the first spoonful. "wow, this so good!'

"im glad you liked it, mijo!''

he served himself one enchilada, a small spoonful of mole, and some pico de gallo, you cant forget the tamal he put on his plate.

he ate some of everything and he loved every bite of it. you mom served him a glass of horchata and he had two cups of it!

"i'll clean up you guys go and wait in the living room, and when im done we can eat dessert!" your mom obviously could not wait until a certain dessert that ill leave to your imagination for now.

"i'll help you pick up!" yeonjun immediately refused to sit down and went to go help you mom.

in the living room, you and your dad were chatting. "so, yeonjun, really liked the food, huh, mija?" "yea, he loved it. i think he liked moms pozole best though. the chiltipin helped a lot too." "well, your mom made a lot for your could take leftovers home." "i'd love that. also, mami never made this much food for christmas when i was a little girl. we only had pozole and we bought the horchata, did she make it?' ' she did, and she was going to make birria but it takes too long." "aww, i love her birria" "come get desserts guys!!" your mom poked out of the kitchen and called you in.

when you walked in, the table had a big rosca de reyes in the middle and buñuelos and conchas, and mugs of champurrado. oh, how you missed the nostalgic smell.

"ok, who wants the first piece of it?" "be careful, if you get the baby, you need to make the tamales for everybody" "oh, uh. should i get the first piece?" "if you want" "papi, did you get the baby?" " no thankfully" "mami, give me this piece" "no baby!!!" "yeonjun, here you go!" she gave him a random slice and she bought the rosca de reyes so, she couldnt cheat. "did you get it baby?" "uh, yea." your family burst into laughter at the fact that yeonjun, who had tasted tamales for the first time today, was stuck making them!" "ay, mijo! i'll give you guys the recipe dont worry."

all the dessert was delicious and so was the champurrado. you and yeonjun cleaned up as your parents set up the living room for gifts and maybe some mistletoe. but shhhh. they may be mexican but, they still follow the trends duh.

"so, we gotta make tamales for the boys huh"

"i guess, but i dont know how to make them. and your lucky, mami never made this much food on christmas."

"im her favorite i guess" "when i was a kid, i always dreamed of getting the baby. when i turned fifteen, me and my sister got it and we were stuck with making tamales. never wanted the baby ever again."

yeonjun laughed as you walked into the living room with your mom and dad waiting. a big present marked yeonjun and y/n was waiting in your seat.

"open this one first!" you opened it and a big ol pot was wrapped up. your mom and dad were laughing and you and yeonjun were smiling. you mostly wanted to cry, you cant make tamales like girl.

everyone opened up their gifts and they gave you guys some to give to the boys back home. "alright, its really late lets go to sleep." you and yeonjun got ready for bed and went into your parents guest room. it was filled with pictures of your childhood an teen years and stuff you wouldnt really display yourself.

"good night mijo! buenas noches mija! te amo! (i love you)" your mom told you both as you were walking into your room. "buenas noches mami. te amo!" "good night mama!" you wouldve definitely melted into putty right there and then if you could.

you plopped into the bed and waited for yeonjun to finish changing. "your moms so sweet. y/n!" "i know, she was texting me nonstop in the morning asking what time we were heading over." "aww," he laid down and kissed you softly. "goodnight baby" "goodnight my love"

in the morning you were woken up with a torta that smelled like heaven. you needed to leave soon so you ate then went to your room to clean up your things. "we only ate beans and tortilas for breakfast when i was a kid. you must really be the favorite." "she loves me''

"alright, mami. the cars loaded, we're gunna get going."

"oh, wait!" she brought out three(BIG) full bags of containers of food.

"wow, this is alot. " "good, now no one will have to cook for at least a day." "with five men in the house, itll be gone in an hour"

"bye mijo, it was nice having you over and meeting you." "thank you suegro. it was nice meeting you too" yep, melted again.

"mija, bye, i love you." "bye papi, i love you too"

"mija, bye, i'll miss you. thank you for coming over. i love you" "i'll miss you too, thanks for having us. i love you too mami"

"ay mijo. i dont want you to leave." "i dont want to leave either"

"bye mijo, thank you so much for coming. i'll miss you." ''bye, mama. thank you for having us. i'll miss you too."

you two walked out the front door and got into the car.

"love you guys! say hi to the boys for me!" "we will mami! love you too!"

"bye mama! love you!!!"

and with that, you were driving back to your house. yeonjun intertwined your hands and kissed it. man he was hot driving with one hand.

the end

um so why am i posting a christmas fic in august, bc i thought abt it while eating mole sooooooooo. yall, before you come at me for having the rosca de reyes in december, i know its eaten in january but, yall arent gunna visit them until then soooo. uh LATINAS FOR YEONJUN

#im-yn-suckers #txt yeonjun #txt fluff #txt ff #txt fanfic #txt #txt post #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #LATINAS FOR YEONJUN

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pink-and-pearls · 2 years ago

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Hey, i'm new to Tumblr so i don't know how things work. But, do you do requests of OC's and characters from Anime? I have a suggestion,but you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

My OC Kabae x Hisoka being bf and gf, no smut please.

A/N: Helloo, I love your request 🥰 Hisoka is such a well-developed character! Also, sorry for the delay : ) I'm not really familiar with working with OC's, I hope you don't mind it, but I mostly work with Y/n. Therefore, this post is going to headcanons about Hisoka and mentioning indirectly y/n.

Disclaimer : English isn't my first language, please be indulgent with me.

Hisoka Morrow as a boyfriend (Headcanons)

Hisoka is difficult to understand since he never show who he truly is or what he truly feel, but with time you might see more about him. Though, you're probably the only one to see that since he doesn't show his true facade to anybody. In fact, you're the only one that managed to make the magician feel like human again.

Although this could be contradictory, Hisoka isn't the kind to have short term relationships. To be clear, yes might have played around here and there, but once he finds a true partners they're in for a long while. He can't just let anyone get close to him and expect them to leave easily. If you manage to be his, you're most likely to stay his.

Hisoka LOVES to spoil you, whatever you want he'll get it. This man is so ready to swipe his card he doesn't care at all. Makeup, clothes, shoes, purses, jewelry, nails, he's paying. You're his darling and he wants to show you how much he adores you. He also loves to match outfits and pieces of jewelry with you.

He likes to take you to fancy dinners on top of towers and stuff. He would you gift you a dress for the date and would leave a note like: "Wear this tonight my sweet angel ⭐-.-💧 xoxo ♡"

He calls you all the time and texts you a lot, because he wants to make sure you're doing well, that you have ate and to reminds you how much he loves you.

He is very protective and possessive, he doesn't like people staring at you or talking to you a lot. He wants you all by himself and desire your all of your attention.

God forbid anyone bothers you, this man has absolutely no patience for rude and mean people, especially if they're rude to you. Card will be flying and heads will be missing, he'll try not to hurt them for you, but won't hesitate to stand up for you (and maybe make them regret the day they were born.)

Hisoka loves to cuddle you, he likes the feeling of having you in his arms and whispering sweet things to you. Which often leads you to sleep on his chest and he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he tries not to move too much in he sleeps to keep you comfy. He plants soft kisses in your cheeks and caresses you delicatly.

When you're in a sad mood he tries to cheer you up by showing you magic tricks or cooking your favorite meal. He doesn't show it, but it really riles him up to see you upset. You're his sweet girlfriend and your smile is something he values deeply. He'd do anything to hear you laugh again.

Hisoka is extremely romantic, he talks to you sweetly swaying with your feelings with his words "My sweet little girl, you know how much I love you right? Hm?" He runs you a bath with flowers and candles decorated meticulously around. He ties your shoes, gives you piggyback rides when you're tired or picks you up bridal style. He kisses you passionately shaking your very soul and call you by all sort of endearing nicknames.

He won't say it but when you listen to him and take intrest in what he's talking about he falls in love with you all over again. He rarely gets to actually have conversations with people since they fear him, but when you just sit there laughing and smiling at whatever he's saying, he feels lucky to have someone like you. Someone who's just like rays of sun illuminating everything around providing a comforting warmth. Not so long ago he would find this pathetic, but he didn't know how much he craved this connection until he met you. He cherishes every moment with you.

Above all Hisoka is a very passionate boyfriend and he knows how to make you feel loved. Under his mischievous demeanor, he deeply cares about you and wants to make you happy. He's happy to have found you and appreciates all of the small gestures you do for him. Nobody has ever taken time to show this man a bit of compassion, but there you were making him feel things he never felt.

Being Hisoka's girlfriend means that every day is an adventure...

#fanfic #hunter x hunter #hisoka #hisoka morrow #headcanons #hisoka x y/n #hisoka x you #hisoka x reader

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lostinatrainofthoughts · 9 months ago

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A month plus ago, someone randomly slid into my dms claiming they knew me from primary school.

He finally said his name was danial K (oh boy, not another danial 😂). Funny enough, this was the last person i would think to ever try to connect with me? He was one of the popular ones back in school and i was surprised he knew me. we would sometimes see eachother in passing but we never acknowledged the other’s existence. So i was caught off guard he even recognised who i was. A little back story, him and his sister were well known in school because theyre half white in a sea of purely malay kids intrigued by the exoticness of an anomaly.

He told me he wanted to get to know me better and be friends? He was apparently very close to (probably seeing?) my bestfriend at the time so he mentioned that he knew me from her i think. Or observed? He said we looked tightknit (we fought often btw but she did give me a hamster) and he says if shes nice then i must be nice too. I dont know if hes trying to replicate what he had with my friend with me bc our conversations always somehow involved her. And i feel like one way for him to reconnect with her was through me? I lost contact with her agesss agoo, and shes off the grid. So i dont know how i felt about this whole thing.

Then as we got to chatting, the more wariness i felt about him being a douche lessened. He was notoriously known to be a player. He told me he peaked in primary and was bullied violently in secondary. He told me people made fun of him being short (i didnt know this) and name-called him saying he looked like megamind (this i knew). There were awful rumours about his sister too that she leaked her nudes (which apparently i bought in at the time and he said none of it was true). It wasnt just the name-calling, it was physical abuse too. I felt bad because of what he went through. he wasnt the type to fight back and hes super patient, which is admirable. It dispelled my initial perception of him and i really fed into the rumours. He really did peak in primary as he mentioned how much he enjoyed his time there (i hated primary). he also has broken English eventho his father's white.

so after all the conversations of good ol times in primary (of his). he started to text me every single day. he would ask me what I ate for lunch, breakfast, dinner and repeat; asked how work was and wished me good luck for work, repeat. now it was getting a little exhausting when conversations were like this. since he asked if we could be friends, and i said sure why not. but he was taking this label very seriously, like something he had to prove himself worthy of. he started calling me "bestie waina" and with every single breath. he always without fail, mentioned that I was his "bestie" and striving to become the "best bestie I ever had". He was becoming borderline obsessive about being my best friend. he refers to himself in third person;__; (ex: "danial is going to work", "danial misses my bestie waina") or "oh I love working offshore, you [sometimes he would also call me "you"]" + "i only think about 3 things when I'm away: myself, my family, and my bestie waina". he asked me once whats a green flag in a bf. so at this point i haven't expressed me being uncomfie bc I'm a ppl pleaser and an avoidant, so when he pulled that qn i was like oh this is my time to shine! so i told him "besties don't always text each other every time, only when they have something to say, they give space, and being bestfriends takes years :) " he reads my texts as soon as it was sent. no matter the time of the day, even at ungodly hours, hoping he wasnt gonna reply bc he was asleep - he still did! like girl............... but after that particular text, he opened it 16 hours after lol, and said he will tone it down. it didn't last. it took 5 days for him to resume his routine of asking me what I ate again.

it was getting out of hand because he said things like "where are you? what are you doing? i would teleport to where you are if I could" and it was just plain creepy. so I lied and I said I'm seeing someone I matched with on tinder. he replied "I support you my BFF waina" so I started to think, maybe he does only want to be friends. but then he pulls "thanks for telling me you're going out w a guy" and I was like huh?????? I didnt say it because I felt obligated but I said it so that he would back off. again, the male species fails to understand these things. But I knew it tipped him off, bc he replied over a day later. to add, he also said he wanted to save "kr8" (as in credit, yes he types like he's stuck in the early 20s) because the wifi wasnt stable so he's gonna log out and stay in touch in April (before knowing he was like this, I said yeah we could meet up :") ) so we stopped texting.

but it doesnt end thereeeeeeeeeeeee.

i told this ordeal to my cousin 2 weeks after who said I should block him. she convinced my avoidant ass by saying I don't owe him anything. I like the idea of running away from my problems, thinking it would solve itself so I did! at the time, ig didn't give me the option to "also block new accs they might create".

oh boy, two days later, he made two different ig accounts to text me...... . i knew it was him because one had a similar username as his old one. i immediately disabled my ig for 3 days bc I was so damn frightened.i only opened it back because everyone was telling me to communicate.

Both DMs from those two accs were sent at a 15 min intervals. one was a cryptic ominous "You". The other was a long text message about how he was upset and he didn't get why I did what I did (I felt bad of course, bc again I didn't say anything instead my people-pleasing ass was just going w the flow until it all became too much). then he started victimising himself, said things like he'll heal on his own, he will stay strong. he even gaslit me and said "he forgave me" lmao. he said he didn't see the point of ig anymore (the ig he used to contact me was a burner account. i was the only mutual) so he disabled all three accounts.

his final text was him giving out his phone number if i ever wanted to talk to him. so although all his accounts were disabled, i could still text these accounts from laptop (glitch). so i lied and said i had a bf (bc ya... i didn't want the blame all on me) and that this "bf" wasnt happy w me talking to other guys so i did what he told me. i told denial i was sorry repeatedly. that he deserved a meaningful friendship with someone else. because the guilt ate me alive. he's sent his phone no. before on 3 diff occasions btw. the first one, I told him I was uncomfortable w sharing. so in that final text to him, I made it clear that i was NOT gonna text him through whatsapp (that's just asking for it). i told him this already. then consumed by anger, i retorted saying that i mentioned friends give each other space, but he chose to ignore that. and also "please don't create any more new accounts to text me. it makes me feel unsafe." the end

#personal but not so personal #men are just downright dangerous #and insane #stalker behaviourrr

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strangelykorryn · 2 years ago

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Well right when my 3 ish day of fasting was over I ate around 500 cals. I just think it was better to eat when I was thinking of food all day, than to hold out till tomorrow and binge. I was considering going to a restaurant that’s open 24 hours when my boyfriend got home from work but this way was better because if I went there I would have eaten way too much. Just praying I don’t get bloated tomorrow so im gonna try to chug a couple waters before bed.

If I could fast till Saturday (when I celebrate my birthday), i would be really really happy. Im gonna get some new clothes and I pray I don’t look horrible in the changing room. Also im supposed to get dinner with my BF and his daughter and I chose sushi because at least I can get sashimi and it’s healthy and lower calorie than other things. My goal is to fast till then and just try to enjoy my day and eating sushi.

I miss going on dinner dates with my bf and he’s always asking me if I wanna get food, but so far I’ve refrained. We used to go out so much. Small progress.

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sophisticatedgia · 3 months ago

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Brisk autumn mornin. Walking to gym. Wearing burgundy pinkish purple leggings, my faded red ghost shirt w a pumpkin on it, and my dark mauve not quite burgundy cardigan, with pink neck warmer. I love wearing big t shirts. And I love cardigans. I love leggings too but they must be cotton, not silky or fluffy. Leaves hues of brown 🤎 my favorite color. Faded browns are the leaves. I personally enjoy deep dark brown. A squirrel crosses my path, the birds are talking to each other. If we get a new apartment I will miss this so much. My boyfriend is seeing his exes dog today. It's really his dog. They have a deep connection. His dream is for us to have a house where his dog can play in the backyard. I like that dream. My only problem is my sincerest love for the stairstepper. The kind I'd like to buy personally is too high quality and expensive for us to afford. So I just MUST be in walking distance to gym or live near quick public transportation distance. I do so miss using public transportation. Of course I'll wear my white touchscreen gloves. But guess what? My hands are truly healing. Wtf? They look a lot better. Blackbird or crow squawking above me. I have my cherry twist energy alani drink with me. It's not the best flavor but it's not my least favorite. Tedious information. My last reblog was 5 boring things to describe myself. I feel like I provide much tedious boring communication on here already. I'm smiling at that. How good it is to smile and enjoy oneself. But it is also enjoying God. Because He gifted me this life, this personality, this beingness with all things. I spot the bright sun, finally as I head to the main street, towards the beautiful bridge that holds the highway. Walking under the bridge ofc. Ok I've adapted to adore the pale yellow pastel pale light of the sun and it's fading yellow rays, from yellow to bright white blending in with the sky. They say breathing in through and out your nose is better than using your mouth. I receive exhilaration from both. My bf gave me eight dollars to spend on me self! I'ma get energy drink and bananas, and if possible a kombucha. Yesterday my kombucha matched my outfit. Green mint mojito coconut lime(no caffeine). It matched my seafoam green shirt and cardigan! Today I want lemon ginger. We shall see if I can afford it. His roommate is supposed to be buying bananas soon so perhaps i may forgo the bananas. Last night I ate vegan ravioli for dinner. Mindfully, slowly, yes I am healing. I used to eat it while it was still super hot and burn my tongue and top of my mouth. But no, this woman is learning sophistication 🐾

#fluff #communication #Writing #Diary #Journal

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stinkrascal · 3 years ago

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its 6pm and i just woke up

#good morning ladies theydies and males #me n bf helped our best friend move back into our town yesterday!! he lives like ten mins from our house now #and im so happy about that lmao now we can hang out more!! i missed him sm ;-;#i still miss our other best friend in colorado the group doesn’t feel the same without him but it’s nice that one of my friends is closer!!!#but damn we moved so much stuff it wore me out lmao and i didn’t even carry the heavy stuff 😭#i felt so bad for my bf and our best friend they had to carry so many heavy couches #but we got it done n our friend bought us mcdonalds coffee then we all ate dinner together!! it was rlly nice!!#and ofc we stopped by me and bf’s house too for a smoke sesh lmao 🥺 and i got to play w our best friend’s parents’ dogs!!!!!!!#so all and all a really fun day! but im so tired today now lmao #i got out of bed to take a shower and make one grilled cheese sandwich then immediately fell back asleep 😭#but still it’s been nice!! my bf has been so cute and sweet lately #i mean he’s always cute and sweet but more so than usual!!! doubly cute and sweet 🥺#our 5 year anniversary is on the 23rd n im excited about that!! he’ll be at the dorms by then unfortunately ;( but we’re celebrating #our anniversary this weekend so it’ll be nice!!#idk im in a good mood today which is funny bc i was in a terrible mood this entire week but oh well i’ll accept the positive change!!!!!#i might go continue decorating vlad n brie’s weed farm or maybe i’ll play skyrim or maybe i’ll take another nap hmmm i haven’t decided #just a day in the life of an obviously very busy layabout gf

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7soulstars · 4 years ago

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Emerging of Kalon

Request: I need some new johnny depp fics in my life where I want a reader with insecurities and johnny reassuring her that he loves her the way she is.Maybe she is a bit more chubby than his past gfs and she has to wears glasses.Abd thanx so much for accepting it.

Yooo this imagine is soo important to me. As a person who had a lot of insecurities and has suffered through depression.It is really important for me to spread a certain message to others like me. I have this belief that you aren’t born with insecurities,you are made to have them.Don’t point out things to people that would make them uncomfortable in the long term guys it becomes quite scarring for them and it also makes you a damn bully. Also it is normal to have stretch marks, tummy rolls ,acne, scars ,body hair and all that stuff, Man or Woman or any other gender you identify as.That’s what makes you human.If people can’t accept you for who you are please cut them out of your life.Ya’ll beautiful and I love ya’ll. Hope you like this !!

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Pairing : Johnny Depp x Reader

Warnings : TW,Nosy people who like putting others down for fun, Signs of depression,Suicide attempt,Angst,Swearing, Fluff, Johnny being the absolute sweetheart he is.

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Kalon ;Latin for ideal beauty in all, physical ,spiritual and moral forms

1.Instigation.

��I still can’t believe THE Johnny Depp went for you after his past ones”,said someone snapping her out of her trance.”Pardon ?”,she asked as if to confirm whether she heard him right . “I mean look at you....His exes were all supermodels weren’t they? Not a single flaw..”,the man guffawed.”Well you have have a micropenis why did your wife choose you?”,her bestfriend snapped crudely making her cringe.”Let’s go Y/N “, Y/BF/N said dragging she out of the restaurant .Well this wasn’t how I wanted college reunion to end up like,thanks Nathan she thought. “Are you alright Y/N ?”, Y/BF/N asked. “Of course”. No I’m not. “It doesn’t bother me at all.” It bothers me too much. “Nathan’s a dick .Don’t let it get to your head EVER”. But he’s right, his words are already in my head. “Yeah...”

2.The disquieting

“Hey glasses ! Looking ugly as always.”

“Look at her hogging like a pig, hey fatty you want more?”

“Darling why don’t you try going on a diet.”

“Don’t watch telly, you’re blind enough already”

“Jason what do you think of Y/N ?” “Damn man she was not even my type”

“Please Stop !”, Y/N woke up with a jerk, breathing in short gasps .”Johnny-”,she stops cutting herself off as she looked at the empty looked at the empty side on her bed. He isn’t in the country she remembered . Silence. She stared at the framed picture of them together on the wall. Plip. A tear fell. Plip Plip. Two more,before she couldn’t control it any more. The past wouldn’t change.She knew it would haunt her forever. But they had stopped for a while. But since Nathan ,it came back harder than ever. She didn’t tell Johnny, she’d never tell him , the last thing she wanted to do is to become a larger burden. So she cried herself to sleep every single day.

3.Repressing

Y/BF/N frowned as she looked at Y/N’s lunch. “Since when do you eat salads ?Hell,that isn’t even salad it’s just *ugh* lettuce....”,she says looking at the leafy stuff with absolute disgust. Y/N looked at her as if she did not understand what she was saying “I love salads,you know what? I’m not that hungry.....better get back to work! See you later!”,she said leaving as she didn’t even let the other speak. Starving, Hurting, Looking into the mirror and hating herself. The cycle continued.This was going to be dangerous in the days to come and she knew that too.

4.Avoiding

6 missed calls from Mom

19 missed calls and 87 messages from Y/BF/N

40 missed calls and 150 messages from Johnny

3 notifications from Twitter.

No one had seen her in 4 days .The telly changed channels at Johnny’s apartment .Things scattered around as a trembling hand set down the remote . Fat tears dampened the pillow as her eyes read the news headline. ‘Johnny Depp at a dinner date with ex wife Vanessa ? Is he finally done with his simple girlfriend ?’

5. Falling

This was it.She ended up the way she predicted she’d end up 10 years ago. Weak,Tired,Empty and Lonely. She stared at the bathtub as it filled itself until it was overfilled,water spilling out of its sides as it splashed onto her feet. She didn’t flinch at the coldness.She stayed robotically still, looking down at her palm. A blade. Without hesitating she got into the tub,the tap still running. She didn’t think anymore,tears wouldn’t fall even if they wanted to. She closed her eyes as she let her self go ,ignoring the frantic ringing of her phone and the banging on the apartment door.

6. Alerting

To say Johnny was concerned was an underestimation.Y/N wasn’t picking up his phone since several days .He was distracted, couldn’t concentrate and worry filled his entire existence.He didn’t know what to do,even going as far as asking his ex wife for advice.He decided to go back ,back to his girlfriend’s loving arms.

The moment he stepped back into the city he took his time.Picking out her favourie flowers ,the chocolate she always loved and a little something of importance. He ignored the notifications is phone was chiming with, his mind only full of thoughts of her....The thoughts were short lived , disturbed much to Johnny’s dismay by Y/BF/N’s call. He ignored once,ignored twice but after that he knew something was wrong.”Johnny !”, panicked voice spoke through the phone. A frown replacing the man’s smile “Did Y/N text you that absurd note too?” “No,wait Y/BF/N let me check”,he put the call on hold as his eyes skimmed over the words displayed on his screen. His phone now dropped on the car floor he wished all of it was a dream.They stopped as he stormed out, back to his apartment. He knocked wildly on the door but not a voice came nor a cackle. He threw his body on the door several times ,”Goddamitt Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR DON’T PLAY WITH ME RIGHT NOW !”.In his panicked feat he had forgotten he had the keys until they dropped out of his jacket pocket.He didn’t wait a moment as he fumbled it into the key hole ,kicking the door open as soon as it opened.

Silence.

Splosh . The sound of water hitting the ground from the bathroom echoed in the whole house.

“Y/N ?”, Johnny softly whispered as he pushed open the bathroom door. A horrific scene unfolded before him.

7.Mourning

It had been two days and Johnny wouldn’t budge.He saw red that day and the site still wouldn’t leave his thoughts alone.He would neither eat,nor sleep as he sat beside his beloved girlfriend who lay on a hospital bed. Dark Enough by Amanda played on the radio. The text message, and the talk with Y/BF/N replayed in his head as if war replayed in a retired soldiers dreams. “I didn’t know you were hurting that bad”,he whispered, tears threatening to fall again. He place his head on her stomach as he let the silent tears fall,until her hand fell on top of his head.

8.Resuscitation

Johnny jerked up ,his eyes as wide as saucers, as he froze with eyes full of pain and hurt.Y/N did not dare meet his gaze.She felt ashamed and disgusted. But those feelings were immediately replaced with shock as Johnny almost lunged at her,hugging her tight. “I was so scared I was so fucking scared when I saw that text and then you drowning in the red water filled in the bathtub ! I thought you’d left me ! I thought you died you weren’t breathing...How dare you think of yourself that way how dare you think you were not good enough !? You were the best fucking thing that happened to me since my kids goddammit !”. Y/N had never seen Johnny this mad.Hell, she had never even seen him cry. She didn’t know how to answer him, she was too ashamed.He wouldn’t break the hug, as if he would loose her if he did. He loved her too much. “Why ?”,he asked again,as if he was begging for an answer. Even a word. He just wanted to hear her voice. “I was scared...”,her voice cracked coming out much broken than she predicted. “ I didn’t think I deserved you, I thought I’d never reach the levels of those beautiful actresses and models.I was scared to tell you about my past..I was scared to bother you...”. Johnny’s heart broke. He never thought his Y/N would think that way. She was always smiling .Not even a little frown on her face. Always there for everyone. Yet no one comforted her. How could he never see it? Of course he couldn’t see it she was perfect to him.His Y/N was the most perfect person in the world. “I love you”, he blurted. He never said that.He was too shy. But he hugged her tighter ,” I love you so much. Even with scars,insecurities or that ugly face you make when you see things you do not like. You were, have and always will be the most perfect to me. Please....don’t do that again...”

9.Emergence

Y/N was discharged from the hospital in a few days. Johnny wouln’t leave her side. All his attention would be on her to see if ate well, and loved herself. Y/N felt safe. And she wasn’t wrong . Johnny was everything she deserved.

They sat on the rooftop of a cafe in Paris. A calm silence passing over them. “Y/N ?” ,Johnny asked. “Hmm?”,she hummed along, silence entailing after. ”Marry me ?”,he asked. That was the day Y/N was the most happiest, and did the beautifully emerged Kalon say yes? you’d ask. She said it without a second to spare. After all our Kalon had found her wings.

“No one is born ugly, we’re just born in a judgemental society”~ Kim Namjoon(BTS)

----The End----

Whew ! After all the procrastination and time I took brainstorming this baby is done! This was requested by the wonderful @anycsirp I really really hope you liked this ! Also I meant what I said before the start of this oneshot . YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. PERIODT. Please do like and comment your opinions! I really hope to read em ! I’m not that great of a writer but I did my best !

~Love, Hri

#johnny depp fan fiction #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp x y/n #johnny depp x you #fanfiction #request #ask hri #send asks #imagines #self love #insecurity #love yourself #kim namjoon #kalon

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caphayzardous · 3 years ago

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a nicer update :)

I’ve had a good couple of days. well like. friday sucked until it didn’t, I cried a bit during the day, but then from the evening it was good. on friday evening a group of us saw a showing of rocky horror picture show at a local cinema and there was a shadowcast and we got little baggies of things (rice, croutons, playing cards) to throw at certain moments, as is tradition (although I ate... 1 and 3 quarters of my provided croutons. I am only human.). and other little props. if yr not familiar, audience participation is like a fun thing that happens at rocky horror showings, whenever someone says ‘brad majors’ you yell ‘asshole!’ and when they say ‘janet weiss’ you yell ‘slut!’ and so on, it’s all in good fun.

anyway I went to the show as rocky, with metallic green booty shorts to match my hair instead of gold ones, and just bandages over my chest, it was very good. kf went as frank, her bf went as riff raff, other friends went as magenta and columbia. most of the audience was in costume hehe. It was actually kind of... lol when I entered the foyer dressed as rocky with all these groups of people dressed as frank (most commonly as pink-gloves green-scrubs outfit) I blushed lmao felt like I was a pet.

after we all got dinner then some of us stayed at kfs place for most of the night (we watched jennifers body lmao) and I went home at like 5am haha and then on saturday had to get up early to vote, managed to catch a nap, then helped a friend transport a big wooden archway art piece thing in the arvo, caught ANOTHER short nap, and then went to the goth club.

first time in a while I’ve been to a goth club actually I missed like a months worth of them (which might not seem like much lmao but considering I normally go every other week). I had fun... there were kinda some cute people around too actually, but I didn’t engage (I have never flirted in my life and sometimes I consider I should start, but also it was very busy there and we mostly stayed in the side room which was playing better music and a bit tired overall from the preceding 24 hours). but I enjoyed it so nice 2 dance dance dance again.

and maybe the thing which is like, really bringing a measure of elation right now, is the election results... the total garbage party is out, with the other garbage party in, but like there’s at least the barest hope of seeing any action on climate change now (it’s a similar sort of “trash party” vs. “useless party” dynamic that we all know and hate, but, our useless party does at least do Some Things, Some Times). seriously, no one of us had let ourselves hope this election, because it seemed like total garbage party would just win again.

best yet, our greens party got 3 Whole Seats now (up from their traditional 1 seat - and those 2 new seats were from total garbage party electorates, which is WILD. one of them is experiencing floods Right Now which probably makes the environment-focused party seem like hm maybe a good idea) plus across the country theres a bunch of climate-inclined independents in other places. so it sounds like parliament might actually.. my god... have some potential. it’s just like. nice. definitely a honeymoon feeling because naturally you cannot trust governments to actually fucking do anything, but like aaa it’s nice for now anyway to hope.

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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what do u think bf harry would do for ur 1 yr anniversary 🥺would he take u out or would u guys stay at home or what pls elaborate miss jill 🥺🥺🥺

omg the way I want Harry to be my bf 🥺

i feel like he would want to take you out and just spoil the fuck out of you, but you also want a quiet night in.

so he suggests of having both:

you and harry were on your way to the beach house he rented for the weekend that wasn’t too far from where he lived.

you didn’t know any of his plans, but he told you to pack as if you were going to the beach, so you did just that. he drove along the coast and parked in the driveway of a house up on the hill that overlooks the ocean.

“harry...”

“happy anniversary, my love,” he leaned over the middle console to place a kiss to your cheek. “know you wanted a night in, but i wanted to give you the best. so, i figured we can stay here for the weekend.”

“i’m so damn lucky,” your eyes watered.

the house was amazing. high ceiling, a modern feel to it, and you couldn’t miss the large glass doors right when you walked in that had the most amazing view you’ve seen, aside from harry.

“like it?

“absolutely love it. absolutely love you,” you reached up to give him a deep kiss, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“as much as i want to continue this and fuck you right in the entryway, the car is still unlocked with the trunk wide open,” he said once he pulled back, and you chuckled, letting him walk out of the house to get your bags.

that night, he would cook for you as you two watched the sunset as gold and orange lighting seeped through, giving the house an illuminating feel. as you two ate, you stole some kisses here and there, and he wouldn’t keep his hands off of you. once you two were done, you both cleaned up, but he pulled you away from whatever he was doing and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist as you two danced. your bodies were in sync with one another as you were so lost in each other’s eyes.

he would then take you out to the balcony where the master bedroom is as you two would watch the stars and drink some wine. one touch would lead to another, and before you know it, you’re riding him as he laid on the long chair. but then that would lead to him picking you up, turning you around and bending you over the railing as he fucked you from behind so passionately that you felt him everywhere.

the next day, which was your actual anniversary, you two would have lazy morning sex, greeting each other a ‘happy one year’ with plenty of orgasms and kisses.

he told you that he had plans for you both to relax on the beach before taking you out for dinner.

“planning to wine and dine me, har?”

“oh, you know it, baby,” he smirked.

the day was filled with listening to music as you both laid on your towels, enjoying the sun. you stayed for the sunset, bundled up in a blanket since it got cold, and in each other’s arms.

harry took you to a restaurant pretty close to the beach house, and you two sat at a table in the back that was pretty secluded. throughout the date, you two practically eye fucked each other as you teased one another; licking your lips once you took a bite or drank your wine while harry continued to lick off the spoon once he took a bite out of the cake, and of course, playing footsie with one another under the table as both of your feet would trail up the other’s leg.

he quickly took you back home after he paid and he couldn’t make it passed the front door before he’s pushing you up against the wall and kissing you so deeply. impatiently, he carries you up the stairs and throws you on the bed as he gives you a deep stare, about to fuck your brains out on the bed where he did just this morning.

and he kept his promise. you two went at it for three hours--fucking each other into oblivion that there would definitely be some soreness the next day, but neither of you minded because it would be the best kind of sore.

after a year together, sex and moments with him only got better, and you couldn’t wait for more.

#havethetimeofyourstyles-concept #boyfriend!harry #harry styles concept #harry styles drabble #harry styles smut #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years ago

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30 Days // Jay Halstead x Reader // Pt 2:6

Description: 30 Drabbles of Jay and Reader’s life together

Words: 2034

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairings: Jay x Reader

A/N: So, I might have thrown in a tiny, small amount of angst. But overall it’s all fluff! Picture by @shilon-avatars

Part 1

6. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

After much deliberation and talks with your best friend, you’d decided to request a weekend off work to go visit her in Indiana. Jay had tried to convince you to stay, half-hearted because he knew you missed her. There had been promises of a dinner and a movie when you got back, which you quickly agreed to.

“So, tell me about this guy!” she’d insisted as you laughed, the two of you sitting on her couch drinking wine out of Hot Box cups.

“What haven’t I already told you, Y/BF/N?” you countered quickly before thinking for a moment. “He’s sexy. Which you can’t disagree on based on those pictures I sent!” She laughed, nodding her head in agreement. “But he’s also the sweetest guy ever. He’ll text me after work, especially after the hard cases, to make sure I’m okay and that I made it home. He doesn’t judge me for my past. And honestly, I kinda miss him right now.”

You sat your cup down on the coffee table as you leaned back on the couch, pulling the fabric of the sweatshirt you were wearing up to your nose as you inhaled deeply. It smelled like Jay, one of the few pieces of clothing you’d kept when he’d left them at your house.

The weekend went smoothly, the drive back to Chicago not going quick enough for your liking. As much as you didn’t want to leave Y/BF/N, you wanted to see Jay. Thank God for the honeymoon phase of relationships. It took a split second decision to get off before your exit, parking in front of Jay’s building. You didn’t even know if he was home or not, taking a shot in the dark.

Three knocks on the door was as much as you got before he answered, a look of boredom quickly turning into surprise and excitement. He brought you in for a tight hug, melting into his arms before he pulled back.

“Is that my Hawks hoodie?” he asked, getting a laugh from you as you walked into his apartment. “I wonder how good my other clothes would look on you?” he followed up with, waggling his eyebrows. He was your kind of crazy.

7. Shopping

“Tell me again why I let you drag me here?” he asked for the third time as the two of you walked hand in hand through Woodfield Mall. It was nearly an hour north of either of your apartments, but it was where you wanted to go. Mainly for the Apple Store.

“Because you love me, and you know that I will spend too much money if you’re not here to stop me?” He laughed, adjusting positions to walk with his arm draped over your shoulder, yours hooked around his waist as you loosely held onto his shirt.

“True. But if we’re here, before we leave I want you to humor me on something.” You quickly agreed, continuing to walk through the multiple levels, stopping at more than the Apple Store. You’d managed to buy a few things, not much though because you’d made Jay promise that he’d make sure you stuck within a set budget. You knew you were done shopping, letting Jay lead you into one last store.

“What is going through your mind, Halstead?” you asked as he walked to the glass counter.

“I’m thinking I may need to know your ring size for future reference,” he quickly answered, your heart fluttering in your chest.

He wasn’t serious was he? Had you thought of marrying him? Yes, a million times. You couldn’t think of life without Jay by that point. The two of you hadn’t talked about marriage, hadn’t really had the future discussion. It seemed like he saw a future with you, wanted a future with you.

“You know, I could have told you that?” you answered as the sales rep walked over to greet the two of you.

“Okay...maybe I wanted to get a better idea of what you liked as well. I don’t want to fly blind with this.” He was too cute, too sweet as you quickly agreed. Married to Jay Halstead? You definitely saw that in your future.

8. Hanging Out With Friends

“Okay, just promise me no talks of any of the gross stuff we see everyday,” you insisted. This was the first time Y/BF/N was going to meet Jay, and you really wanted them to get along. They were two of the most important people of your life.

“Just breathe,” he instructed instead of agreeing to your request, hands firmly on your shoulders as he stared into your eyes with a soft smile. You complied, taking a deep breath in through your nose before slowly exhaling through your mouth. “Good. Now, I promise to be on my best behavior.”

You went back to making dinner, waiting for her to show up. Traffic was horrible, and knowing her, she would have left late anyway. When there was finally a knock on the door, you realized it was only twenty minutes later than planned.

“I’ll get it,” Jay assured, walking to the front door. You could hear her greet him before the pair walked into the kitchen, Jay following behind her. She gave you a knowing look of ‘you weren’t kidding, this guy is definitely hot’ getting you to laugh and shake your head.

“Hopefully parking wasn’t too much of a nightmare,” you greeted, giving her a quick hug. “Dinner is almost ready. Jay, can you get-”

“The wine out of the fridge? Of course,” he agreed, skirting behind you, his hand sliding across your lower back. You couldn’t help but see the smile on Y/BF/N face at the interaction.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to sit around the table, eating the pasta that you’d so skillfully made out of the box.

“So, Y/BF/N. What do you do?” Jay asked before taking a drink.

“I’m a pharmaceutical sales representative,” she answered. “Which definitely isn’t as interesting of a job as you and Y/N’s.”

“Your job makes a lot more money,” you reminded her with a knowing smile. “She tried to get me to join once before I moved up here. I was dead set on my five year plan though.”

“Oh yeah!” she agreed. “Y/N’s five year plan was something else, that’s for sure. That was what, seven...no eight years ago? How’s that five year plan coming along?”

“Well I’ve joined the CPD, and made my way up to Intelligence pretty fast. Though originally I was so sure I was going to be a beat cop for my entire career. Besides moving to Chicago, those are the only two things I got done on that list,” you quickly answered, rolling your eyes. Leave it up to Y/BF/N to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend.

“So, Jay. What did you do before you became a cop?” she then asked, refocusing her questioning on Jay. His hand squeezed yours a little tighter, knowing he didn’t like talking about it all that much.

“I was in the Army for five years,” he answered quickly. You shot her a look to drop the subject, getting a curt nod from the other woman.

“And how did you two meet?”

The night went smoothly, moving the party into the living room. As the night got later, you relaxed more. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize Jay and Y/BF/N were going to get along great in the long run.

“I should head home,” Jay finally said. “I’ll see you at work on Monday?”

“Yeah. Love you,” you told him, walking him to the door. He turned to look at you, kissing you softly with a smile.

“Love you too.” After he left, you walked back into the living room, Y/BF/N sitting on the couch with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah. That man is something else,” she stated as you sat down next to her. “You didn’t tell me he was a living, breathing Adonis!”

“I showed you pictures!” you countered with a smile.

“Pictures do not do that man justice. Just, whatever you do. For the love of God. Don’t let that man go.” You had no intentions to.

9. During Morning Rituals

The alarm clock would go off at five every morning. Jay would hit snooze as he got out of bed, changing into his running clothes and letting you sleep for a while longer. At six, the alarm would go off again, signaling it was your turn to exit the grasps of sleep and the comforts of bed. You would walk into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The water would be just the jolt you needed to officially be awake.

At six fifteen, Jay would come home, switching you out to take his morning shower as you would dry your hair with a towel wrapped firmly around your body. You and Jay would occasionally talk about any upcoming plans, ideas for a case, or just catch up if things had been going rough. You would do your make-up simple and brush your teeth. Jay would then get out of the shower.

Sharing the mirror and counter space was the difficult part in the mornings, seeing as the bathroom wasn’t the largest in the apartment. Which is how the two of you had perfected this routine, your make-up being done by the time he stepped out of the shower, which allowed him to shave as you stepped into the bedroom to get changed for the day.

Once you were dressed, you made your way into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. What you ate depended on the day, your mood, and what was available. Some days you skipped it altogether, opting to get breakfast on the way to work. This was not one of those days, grabbing a yogurt cup out of the refrigerator before grabbing your and Jay’s travel mugs. As you ate, you would finish making the coffee to both of your preferences.

“Morning,” Jay would say as he walked out of the bedroom, dressed for the day. You would smile as he walked over, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing his coffee. “You ready to go?”

“As always,” you would agree, the two of you putting your shoes on before heading out the door. It was a routine that worked, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

10. Spooning

It had been a rough day. And when you said rough, you meant rough. There was no denying you loved your job, because really you did. There were just some days you felt like you couldn’t handle it, getting home with tears already on your cheeks. Jay hadn’t said anything the entire ride home, hand holding yours as he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. Sometimes he knew just what to say and other times he didn’t. Today was one of those days.

It had taken everything you had to not break down before stepping through that door. As soon as you did, though, the tears really started as sobs wracked your body. Jay brought you to him in a tight hug, not letting you go as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. Eventually, the sobs died down as your death grip on him loosened.

“Bed?” he asked softly, nodding into his chest as your response. He let you go, letting you lead the way into the bedroom. The two of you stripped down, you pulling on one of his t-shirts before laying down. He laid down behind you, arms wrapping around you as he held you to his chest, legs tangled together.

“Kids just...they make the job harder, Jay,” you said softly, gripping his arm loosely.

“I know they do,” he agreed. “There are just some sick people out in the world.”

“Yeah.” It came out barely as a whisper. There wouldn’t be much sleep that night, but as long as Jay was next to you, you knew it would be okay in the end.

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #fanfiction

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itsadamcole · 4 years ago

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one night stand (2/2)

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

Reader and Drew haven’t seen each other since they got together in Drew’s hotel room. What happened between them was basically a one night stand, even though Drew has kept in touch with reader. A few weeks later, there is a WWE event that Drew invites reader to, where reader tells Drew some news that reader found out a few days prior ....

part one

word count: 4.9k+

paring: fem!reader x drew mcintyre

warnings: a lot of fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of sex, a little nsfw

— and here is part two of the drew mcintyre series. enjoy, it’s going to be a long one so get your snacks ready —

~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

Seven weeks have passed since the night in Drew’s hotel room. You haven’t been able to see him because he’s been travelling with WWE. He’s been able to keep in touch with you since he left New York. He FaceTimes you as much as he can and texts you when he’s not busy.

You wake up one morning and you feel sick to your stomach. You’re nauseous. You run to the bathroom you share with your best friend in your apartment. You kneel in front of the toilet and you wait to see if you throw up.

Eventually you do. Since you haven’t eaten since last night, it’s all bile. You pull your hair back so you don’t get throw up in your hair.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door. Y/BF/N calls through the door, “Hey, are you okay? I saw you run into the bathroom.”

You sit beside the toilet, holding your stomach. You flush the toilet and say, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just feeling a little sick, that’s all.”

“Do you need anything?” Y/BF/N asks.

You think for a second before you ask, “Do we have anything sweet? I’m really craving something sweet.”

Your best friend says, “Yeah, I can make pancakes and you can put some extra syrup on them.”

You say, “Thank you. I’ll be out in a second.”

Y/BF/N walks away from the bathroom door and you lean your head back. You never throw up so if you do then something is terribly wrong. Maybe it was something you ate last night. You had some seafood so maybe it’s just food poisoning or something because the food wasn’t cooked properly.

After finding the strength to stand up, you walk out of the bathroom to the kitchen, where your best friend is making pancakes on the stove. You sit at the kitchen island.

“You sure everything is okay?” your best friend asks. “You’ve been acting weird recently. I mean, you forced me to order seafood last night for dinner because you wanted it so bad.”

You nod and say, “Yeah, I’m probably about to start my period.”

Your best friend puts pancakes on a plate and serves them to you with the syrup. You thank your best friend and drown your pancakes in the syrup.

After turning back to the stove to make her pancakes, your best friend asks, “When was your last period? It seems like forever ago, and you haven’t touched your tampons in a while.”

You shrug and take a bite out of your pancakes. As you think about the question, you try to remember when your last period was.

It was the week after Drew left. That was six weeks ago.

The realization hits you that you haven’t had a period in six weeks and you cough up the bite of pancakes you just swallowed. Your best friend looks back at you in concern.

The missed period this month, the cravings over the past few days, the nausea and throwing up this morning. This isn’t happening. It can’t be.

“Six weeks,” you say, looking at your best friend. “My last period was six weeks ago. It was the week after Drew left. Y/BF/N, the cravings I’ve been having, the nausea this morning. I threw up for the first time in years this morning.”

As you talk, your best friend’s eyes widen and she asks, “You don’t think you’re pregnant, do you?”

You put your head in your hands and you say, “We used protection. I don’t get it if I am.”

She says, “I can take you to the office today and we can get a quick blood workup done for confirmation, but you should tell Drew.”

Your best friend works as an assistant for a doctor at the local practice. Her and the doctor she works for are close friends and he does favors for her all the time.

You nod and say, “I’ll go get ready. I’ll tell him after we get the results because I don’t want to tell him in case I’m actually not pregnant.”

You best friend nods and you finish up breakfast. You go back to your room to get changed. You wear a big t-shirt and sweatpants. The t-shirt is Drew’s merch. You made a point to get some merch, especially after you and Drew made it official a month ago.

The two of you have barely known each other for two months and you might be having his baby.

Drew may not even be ready to be a father. He’s been focused on defending and keeping his championship. You having his baby may throw his career off track.

A part of you wants to hide this from him for as long as you can but you know you can’t do that. You could possibly be having his child. You couldn’t hide this from him. He deserves to know.

At ten, you and your best friend leave in her car to go to her workplace. She called her boss and he said to come right down.

At the doctor’s, you fill out form after form as you wait to be called. A nurse calls your name and takes you back to an examination room. She checks your vitals. Your blood pressure is a little high from nerves and anxiety.

While you wait for the doctor, your phone begin to go off. Drew’s trying to FaceTime you.

You begin to panic before you answer, trying to make it look like you’re not in a doctor’s office. “Hey, Drew,” you say, smiling.

“Hi, my love,” Drew asks, “How are you?”

You say, “Everything’s fine. How is everything with you?”

Drew says, “I have something to tell you. I think you’ll like it.”

“Ooh,” you say. “What is it?”

He smiles at you through the phone and says, “I have an event down in Philadelphia in a few days. It’s like a promo day and there are meet and greets for the fans. I’ll be in tons of interviews all day but I wanted to see if you can come down and we can spend some time together since we haven’t seen each other in a few weeks.”

You get excited and say, “I’ll be there. I’ll definitely be there. I can’t wait to see you.”

Drew laughs as you get excited. “I’m excited to see you,” he says. “Maybe we can relive what happened the last time we say each other, and maybe more.” He winks at you.

Your best friend covers her mouth so she doesn’t laugh and you say, “Maybe we could. I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Heat rushes to your cheeks.

The door opens and the doctor walks in. You quickly say to Drew, “I have to go. Y/BF/N and I are seeing a movie and it’s about to start.”

Drew says, “Alright. I’ll talk to you later.”

You smile and say, “You will. Bye.”

Drew says his goodbye and you hang up, sighing with relief. The doctor, whose name is Nicholas Rivera, asks, “I’m guessing that was the baby daddy.”

Your best friend laughs and says, “It was. She doesn’t want to tell him until the results come back.”

Doctor Rivera asks, “Alright, what symptoms have you been experiencing? When was your last period?”

You think back to how you’ve been feeling over the past few days and you say, “Intense cravings, nausea. I threw up this morning. My last period was six weeks ago.”

“And the last time you had intercourse?” Doctor Rivera asks, leaning you back on the examination table.

You sigh and say, “About eight weeks ago.”

Doctor Rivera presses down gently on your lower abdomen and asks, “And your last period was six weeks ago? Has there been any spotting or anything?”

You shake your head and continues talking. “Well, it sounds like you are expecting but I want to get your blood drawn and I want to get an ultrasound done once your results are in. This shouldn’t take any more than fifteen minutes between getting the blood drawn and getting the results.”

You and your best friend nod. Doctor Rivera takes some blood from your left arm. He then leaves the room.

As you wait, you get more and more anxious. You know what the results probably are but you’re not ready to hear the words “you’re pregnant’. Those words will change not only your life but Drew’s life too.

And Drew. He’s at the peek of his wrestling career. This could ruin his career.

Your best friend says, “You okay? You look scared out your mind.”

“I am,” you sigh. “I kind of am. I’m scared of Drew’s reaction when I tell him.”

Y/BF/N says, “I’ll kick some sense into him if I have to. I can promise you that, Y/N.”

You both laugh and the door opens against. Your heart beats out of your chest as you see Doctor Rivera holding a tan folder. You sigh softly.

“Congratulations, Miss L/N,” Doctor Rivera says. “You’re expecting your first child.”

Your jaw almost hits the floor. You don’t understand how you’re pregnant. You and Drew used protection when you had sex all those weeks ago. You did everything right.

Your best friend says, “Give her a second.”

Drew’s baby. You’re carrying Drew’s baby. Two months ago he didn’t know you exist and now you’re expecting his child. Drew’s child. Yours and Drew’s child.

“I can do an ultrasound to see exactly how far along you are but I’m guessing you’re no more than five weeks or so,” Doctor Rivera says, grabbing an ultrasound machine from another room. You lay back on the examination table.

Doctor Rivera says, “I’m just going to pull your shirt up a bit to do the ultrasound.” You nod and he lifts your shirt so your stomach is exposed. “You must be a fan of Drew McIntyre.”

Your head snaps toward Doctor Rivera and you say, “Yeah, you can say something like that.”

Y/BF/N laughs softly as Doctor Rivera starts the ultrasound, putting a cold gel on your stomach and waving the wand above the area of your uterus.

Doctor Rivera looks at the screen and smiles. He looks at you and asks, “Do you want to see your baby?”

You nod and look up as Doctor Rivera turns the screen to face you. Doctor Rivera points to a little dot on the screen and says, “That’s your baby. He or she looks to be around six weeks.”

As Doctor Rivera holds the wand over your uterus, you begin to hear a faint “bump bump”. It sounds like a quick heartbeat. He says, “And that is your baby’s heartbeat. It sounds very good for being six weeks.”

You smile. There are tears in your eyes. Stupid hormones.

Your best friend asks, “Can we get a picture of the baby?”

Doctor Rivera nods and says, “Of course. Let me print it and I’ll go get you your prenatal medicines.”

He prints a picture of the ultrasound and hands it to you. He wipes off the gel and pulls your shirt back down. He leaves the room and you look at Y/BF/N.

“He’ll be happy about this, right?” you ask your best friend. “He has to be.”

Y/BF/N says, “He better be. He better get used to you being around too. You’re the mother of his child. He can’t spent fifty weeks out of the fifty two weeks of the year away from you.”

Doctor Rivera walks back in, handing you bottles of prenatal pills and vitamins. “Take these everyday to help keep the baby healthy and I suggest getting an ultrasound in a few weeks to make sure everything is okay,” Doctor Rivera says. “Good luck with motherhood. It’s a beautiful thing.”

You give him a small smile then you and your best friend leave.

The next few days go by in a blur. A blur full of anxiety and worry. You’ve been trying to ignore Drew’s texts and calls. You’re terrified of how Drew will react when you see him.

You spend all day Thursday driving down to Philadelphia from Brooklyn. Drew won’t get there until Friday but he told you what hotel he was staying at. He’s staying at the Aloft Philadelphia, which is located downtown. You booked a hotel room there too. You told Drew that you’d tell him what your room number is.

You get down to Philly around eight that night after leaving at noon. You’ve had to make several stops for food and bathroom breaks.

You check in and get room number 818.

You walk into the room. It’s a big room. A king size bed sits in the middle of the large room. There’s a walk-in closet and a bathroom with a stand up shower, a tub and two sinks. There’s even a little living room area in the room.

After unpacking your things, you FaceTime Drew.

“Hey,” he says when he picks up the phone. “I’m about twelve hours out from the city. We’re somewhere in Indiana and we’re driving all night.”

You smile and say, “I can’t wait to see you. I’m in room 818. I also told Y/BF/N to stay home so I’m here, all by myself. Waiting for you.”

Drew laughs softly and says, “If you get bored, let me know. I have something that you can do.”

You laugh and say, “It better not include me taking off my clothes, Mr. McIntyre. I’ve done that too often for you.”

He smiles and says, “It’s not, don’t worry. Alright, I’m about to get into a no service area so I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I can’t wait,” you say.

You both say your goodbyes and you hang up. You sit on the bed with a sigh.

Tomorrow is the day that you tell Drew about the pregnancy. Tomorrow is the day that Drew’s life changes forever.

You fall asleep with that on your mind.

You wake up the following morning to a knock on your door. You look at the time. It’s just about nine in the morning. You groan at how early it is before you stalk to the door in your crop top tank top and sweatpants. Your hair is in a messy bun. You open the door, ready to lay on whoever knocked on your door.

When you see it’s Drew, you smile wide and you jump up, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You hug him tight, putting your face in his neck. You take in his scent as he walks into the room with you around him.

“Nice to see you too, darling,” Drew says, laughing. “I’m exhausted though and I’d like to take a little nap before I have to be at the Convention Center in five hours for meet and greets with fans.”

You smile and say, “Nap with me then.”

Drew drops you on the bed and you finally let him go. You look up at him and he smiles down at you. “I’m not opposed to a nap,” he says. “Especially a nap with my princess.”

You giggle and hold your arms out. Drew kicks off his shoes and he crawls onto you. He lays on you and you laugh. “Drew, baby,” you say. “I can’t breathe. You’re heavy.”

He laughs and says, “Oops.”

Drew rolls off of you and you smile. You move so you’re laying on top of him. You feel Drew laugh and he says, “Why do you get to lay on top of me but I can’t lay on top of you?”

“Because you’re twice the size of me, Drew,” you say, giggling.

He laughs and says, “That’s true.”

You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. You smile at him and you say, “I have something to tell you and you have to promise that you won’t like freak out or anything because that’s my worst nightmare come true.”

Drew nods and you sigh. You sit up and straddle his waist and you look at Drew. “About two weeks ago, I started feeling sick and I’ve been having these weird cravings for seafood and sweet things,” you explain. “Y/BF/N and I then realized that my last period was the week after you left, and that was seven weeks ago.” He sits up and leans against the pillows.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” he asks.

You rub the back of your neck and you say, “I’m pregnant, Drew. It’s yours.” You grab the picture of the ultrasound and show it to Drew. “This was taken last week at the doctor’s office. I’m about seven weeks now.”

Drew looks at the picture then looks at you. “This can’t be my child,” he says. “We used condoms.”

You look at Drew, anxiety rising every second he looks at the picture. “I know we did,” you say. “We did everything right but things like this happen. Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective. I’m just as scared as you are.”

He looks up at you and say, “You’re scared? The job I work requires me to be on the road almost all year. I currently hold the WWE championship, which requires me to defend it all the time. Y/N, I can’t have a baby right now.”

Your heart drops into your stomach hearing him say that. You look down and mutter, “I knew you were going to say that.”

You get off Drew and sit with your back to him. You put your head in your hands and sit with your legs crossed.

Drew says, “I’m going to go take a nap for a bit in my room. We’ll talk when I get done with the meet and greets. You’re welcome to come by.” He drops a pass in your lap and gets off the bed, grabbing his shoes and leaving the room.

You make your way to the Philadelphia Convention Center, showing your pass to security so you can get in without paying or anything. You look around for Drew. You spot a lot of the NXT wrestlers, like Johnny Gargano and Adam Cole. You wander around trying to see if the Raw wrestlers are together, and they are.

Your eyes scan the large room for Drew. You find him and you walk over to his area. He’s taking a picture with a fan and his belt when he spots you.

You’ve gotten changed out of the tank and sweats. You’re wearing a hoodie and leggings with Ugg boots. Your hair is in a messy ponytail. You’re not wearing any makeup. Drew waves you over to him. He sits at a table for autographs. He pats the seat next to him and he begins to sign things.

“How often do these events happen?” you ask as Drew hands a fan their autographed picture.

Drew says, “Every so often. Maybe like four or five times a year. I love events like this. I could see me bringing my family to one eventually.”

You look at Drew and ask, “Your family meaning your parents?”

He nods and signs another autograph for another fan. “My parents, yeah,” he says. He hands the autograph to the fan then looks at you. “I meant was I could see me bring you and the baby to one of these events in a few years.”

You blink at Drew and he signs more autographs. “What are you saying?”

Drew says, “I won’t be the best father for our baby because of my choice of career but I’ll try to be around as much as I can.”

You smile at Drew and you ask, “So you’re in?”

“One hundred percent,” he says, as he signs the last autograph for the last person. He looks at you as the large room empties. The meet and greet is over and now it’s time for interviews.

You hug Drew tightly. He hugs you back and he says in your ear, “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier with what I said.”

“Shut up,” you say. “Let me enjoy this moment for a bit longer.”

Drew laughs and he says, “Alright, alright.”

You pull back from the hug and look at Drew. He leans in and kisses you softly. You smile into the gentle kiss before you pull back. “Go,” you say. “You have interviews you have to do.”

He smiles and says, “I’m getting changed before I do the interviews so come with me. You can sit in my dressing room and watch the interviews. Mine will probably be one of the first. They’re all live so expect me to stutter a lot. I’m not the best at interviews.”

You laugh softly. Drew stands up and takes your hand. You stand up with him and he leads you back to his dressing room.

You look around the small room and it’s pretty much what you expected. A small TV, a run-down couch, a vanity lit up by lights. It’s your average dressing room.

Drew strips out of his t-shirt and jeans. You watch him, your eyes scanning his body. They land on his butt. You smile.

He replaces his t-shirt and jeans with a nice black button-up shirt that’s tucked into a nice pair of grey pants, He wears a jacket that matches his pants. He wears his sneakers with his suit. He ties his hair back into a ponytail.

You say, “Look at you all snazzy in the suit.”

Drew looks back at you and says, “I’m glad you approve.”

You walk over to Drew and look up at him. You run your hands up and down his chest and say, “It’ll look better on the floor of my hotel room once you’re done with the interviews.”

He smirks at you and says, “I’ll see you after.”

You lean up and kiss Drew softly. “Good luck,” you say. “You’ll do amazing.”

Drew smiles down at you and you smile up at him. He grabs his title before he leaves the small room. You set up on the couch in front of the TV, trying to find the channel that Drew is on.

Eventually, you find it. They’re interviewing Intercontinental Champion Jeff Hardy. You sit back, looking through your phone.

“Please welcome my guest, WWE Champion Drew McIntyre,” you hear on TV. Your head snaps up as you see Drew appear on camera. He has that smile on his face.

Drew says, “Hi, Charly.”

Charly says, “So, Drew, you’ve been able to defend your title against the likes of Randy Orton and Seth Rollins. How does it feel to have defended successfully against two of the most talented wrestlers on the WWE roster?”

He laughs softly and says, “Randy and Seth were easy wins. I know they threw everything they had at me but even their best wasn’t enough to win against me.”

The interviewer asks, “Do you have someone in mind that you’d like to defend against next?”

Drew looks at Charly and says, “I’m open to defending against anyone, and I’m including anyone on the NXT roster who thinks they’re worthy enough to step into the ring with me.”

Charly smiles and says, “I’d also like to discuss the rumors that you’re seeing someone off-screen. You were spotted today at the meet and greet with a woman whom you’d invite to join you at your table. Are the rumors true?”

He gets a little flustered as he says, “I can confirm that I am seeing someone off-screen. Y/N is a very beautiful and lovely woman, and I am very happy that she made her way into my life.”

Drew has the biggest smile on his face as he talks about you. You smile at his words and Charly says, “You seem to really like her.”

“I might even love her,” he says, smiling brightly.

Charly says, “Awe.”

Drew chuckles softly and says, “Maybe one day she’ll come and join me for one of these interviews but for right now, she’s my little secret.” He looks at the camera and winks, knowing you’re watching.

You giggle and rest a hand on your stomach. You’re both his little secret.

“Thank you for your time,” Charly says.

Drew gives a curt nod and walks off. You turn the TV off and sit on the couch, waiting for Drew to come back.

The door opens and you look back at him. Drew closes the door and you get up, walking over to him. “You’re little secret, hm?” you ask, smiling.

He smiles and puts down his title. He looks down at you and says, “Until you’re ready to be on camera, yes, you’re my little secret. You’re both my little secret.”

You feel Drew’s hand on your stomach and you rest yours on top of his, saying, “I want you to know that I might even love you too, Drew.”

Drew smiles at you and says, “I’m glad you do.”

You smile widely, leaning up, kissing Drew softly. He kisses you back, hands sliding to your waist. He grips it lightly as the kiss intensifies. You push him back against the door, his body making a light thud as he hits it. Your hands rest on his chest.

He pulls back from the kiss and says, “Let’s go back to the hotel, my love. We can do a lot more there than we can here.”

You nod in agreement, gathering your things, and leaving the dressing room together.

The next eight months fly by, full of planning for the baby.

Drew asked you to move in with him about four months ago. He wanted to make sure that you and his son would be taken care of.

Yes, his son. Yours and Drew’s son.

So, you moved in with Drew. He’s already started decorating a room for the nursery and you’ve been helping him.

Drew has made it to every doctor’s appointment since you told him about the baby.

He also had to announce that you were expecting his child and that once the baby was born, he’d be taking a few weeks off to care for you and the baby. The fans seemed very supportive.

Today is a few days away from your due date. Drew is home for the next few days, just in case.

You wake up in bed beside Drew. He’s still asleep. You smile at the sight as you get out of bed as slowly as you can, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

You waddle to the bathroom, holding your extra large stomach that has grown as your son has grown. You’re ready for the baby to come out of you already.

“Come on out, baby boy,” you mutter. “We’re ready for you to come.”

You pee. It’s all you’ve been doing recently. You’re over it. So over it.

After you’re done peeing, you go out to the kitchen to get something to eat. You reach up for a bowl to get cereal and it feels like you peed yourself. You look down and see that you’re dripping through your pants. Then you feel a sharp pain stab your uterus. You cry out.

Drew comes running out of the room and looks at you. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

You look up at Drew and say, “I think the baby’s coming. I think my water broke.”

He looks down at the wet floor and he says, “Alright, let me go get everything and we can go to the hospital.”

You nod and hold your stomach until the pain passes. You begin to keep track of time.

Drew gets you down to his car. Eight minutes later, another contraction begins. You cry out in pain and try to breathe. It lasts a few seconds.

Once you get to the hospital, you’re set up in a private room. Your doctor checks on you. You’re about four centimeters dilated. There are hours to go before you and Drew can hold your son.

You lay in the hospital bed and Drew sits beside you in the chair.

“It’s happening,” you say, smiling.

He takes your hand and holds it. He’s smiling. “We get to see our son today,” he says.

You intertwine your fingers with Drew’s and he kisses your hand.

After twelve hours of painful labor, your son is finally born. Yours and Drew’s son.

“What is his name?” the doctor asks.

You say, “Ewan Lucas.” You stop after his middle name and look at Drew before you finish talking. “Ewan Lucas Galloway.”

Drew smiles as you’re handed Ewan. The baby is happy, wrapped up in a baby blue blanket and matching hat. You offer Ewan your finger and he takes it, wrapping his little fingers around your pointer finger.

You smile at Ewan and say, “We’re so happy to meet you, little Ewan. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Drew leans up and kisses your sweaty forehead. You look at Drew and he smiles. “Marry me,” Drew says.

Your eyes widen a bit, not expecting him to say that. You watch as Drew pulls a tiny black box out of his pocket, opening it. Inside the box is an engagement ring that sparkles in the light of the hospital room. Drew looks at you with hopeful eyes.

Tears prick your eyes as you nod. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say, smiling. Drew smiles wide and taking your left hand, sliding the ring onto your left ring finger.

Who knew that this would be your life ten months ago when you met Drew McIntyre? Who knew that you would be engaged to him? Who knew that you would have a family with him, as unexpected as it is.

You’ve never been happier. And now you get to be happy with Drew and Ewan by your side.

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