#he accused me of talking like the friend was my actual boyfriend and told me to go run away with him

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1: the confession // series m.list

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The library is your favourite place. 

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better. 

You won’t have it this time. 

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter. 

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!” 

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him. 

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming. 

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy. 

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion. 

Hobi rolls his eyes at you. 

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail. 

He’s right. 

You are dense. 

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you. 

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction. 

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly. 

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted. 

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you. 

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…

Wow… 

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”

Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. 

“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back. 

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi. 

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans. 

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number. 

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks. 

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you. 

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance. 

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch. 

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!” 

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god. 

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone. 

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well. 

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out. 

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.” 

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath. 

He doesn’t deny it. 

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels dry. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts. 

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs. 

You hit his chest. 

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.” 

You shut up. 

No words, no thoughts, no feelings. 

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you. 

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

[evergone]

I'm [Nott] a Bad Person

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: swearing, bullying

Description: The reader and Theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it.

Professor McGonagall’s office was a little too **Gryffindor-esque for your tastes. The couches, wallpaper, and even the rug on the floor underneath her desk were all some shade of dark red and you had no other way to describe it other than ‘detestably Gryffindor.’ Even so, the fireplace opposite the door warmed the room and gave it that undeniably homey feel you always got when you returned to Hogwarts after the long, hot break between years. She had a few paintings hanging from her walls, but either the subjects were busy elsewhere or she just had a thing for landscapes. One in particular caught your eye, a painting of the Forbidden Forest where you had certainly never been. After all, it was forbidden and you, ever the obedient Slytherin, would never break a rule.

“Do you know why you are here?” The professor asked and your attention slid back to the situation you were in.

“I know why they’re here,” Theo responded from your left, “But Y/n and I are victims.”

“Oh, please, you lot started this whole thing!” Granger squeaked like that little mouse the weasel kid used to have.

“Do you ever shut up, Granger?” Theo retorted.

Your lips tightened as you attempted to stifle a laugh and Theo sent you a quick smirk. McGonagall cleared her throat, again regaining your limited attention span as she tapped impatiently on her brown wooden desk; creating a dum-dum, dum-dum sound under the pads of her fingers like a heartbeat. Furrowed brows and an intense stare told you more than enough about her absolutely foul mood, and you reminded yourself not to play around with her.

“Each of you, tell me the story,” she said, “You first, Mister Potter.”

Theo muttered an ‘of course’ under his breath but you pretended not to hear it. If anyone was to get in trouble you were going to make damn sure it wasn’t you. You had a reputation to uphold; the nicest Slytherin anyone would ever meet. A façade, obviously, you were just as ruthless and cunning as your housemates, but the nice façade was what made you so. It was truly a shame Potter and co. had found you out, but you intended to cover your ass so well that no one else would ever know the truth about you, save for your friends.

“Well, uh…” Potter began to recount his version of the tale.

Apparently (and I say ‘apparently’ because despite his story being almost entirely accurate, you were going to make up a completely different one to get away with this), he had come to you in a free period to ask about how to befriend dragons quickly, knowing as well as most that your family had been breeding dragons since the dawn of dragonology. You were skeptical of him, having never quite interacted with him directly, only through the wild stories Draco or Pansy would tell you or small altercations in the halls that you always pulled Theo away from. Draco could do as he wished but you wouldn’t see yourself or your boyfriend being implicated in his shenanigans.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you had told Potter.

“And why’s that?” He asked.

“All my friends say that you’re — and I’m quoting them here — ‘a mudblood mingling cunt,’” you said, “And though I have no care in the world for blood purity, I do like my friends quite a bit. They wouldn’t hang out with me if I got caught with you.”

You always had a wonderful way of putting things. Your monotonous voice mixed with your incredibly harsh words made for the most readable and expressive conversations. Potter’s little muggle born girlfriend (or girl friend, whichever it was) had almost jumped out of her own socks at your foul language. Personally offended, perhaps? You didn’t mean to hurt her, it just sort of slipped out. Maybe if you were actually a nicer person you’d apologise.

“Just… give me a hand? I know you helped Cedric,” Potter pleaded.

You shrugged, “I really can’t talk to you,” you said, “Though… I am weak to bribery… Maybe if you find me something I want I’ll help you out. Bye.”

And then you pushed through the group to go find your friends who you were bound to find eating in the courtyard instead of studying. Smart kids never studied and neither did dumb kids. When Crabbe and Goyle were there it was easy to tell the difference, but other times, not so much. Allegedly (again, I say this to protect the integrity of the tale you would later tell), you stopped half a step through and turned to show Potter your badge.

“Draco says you really like them,” you laughed, “Get a closer look.”

Desperate for your help and willing to do anything, Potter leaned closer to watch as the red ‘Support Cedric’ turned to the green ‘Potter stinks’ but then a forth colour emerged, a deep purple with no writing. He opened his mouth to ask what that colour meant, but was abruptly cut off when the badge squirted the most revolting smelling purple goo all over him. Again, allegedly, you had cursed it to do that when it saw his face… You would argue that someone must have cursed it prior to giving it to you without your knowing.

“Now you really do stink!” You had smiled sarcastically, “Bye now.”

You then continued on your journey to find your friends, leaving Potter drenched in the most malodorous thing he had ever smelt.

Later that very same day, he had approached you at lunch with a bribe. Oh, how you loved to be bribed. You were like a politician in that sense. He placed two objects in front of you: a book you knew was from the restricted section titled ‘Advanced Curses and How to Master Them,’ and a purse full of coins which, after peeking through the opening at the top, you realised were all gold.

“You know, you shouldn’t bribe people so out in the open, Potter,” You motioned to Theo, Pansy and Draco, all of whom were giving you looks that asked what in the name of Salazar were you doing, “It’s… counterproductive.”

“Merlin’s beard, L/n, just take it and help me,” Potter said.

“Is he bothering you, Y/n?” Theo asked.

You’d glanced between your boyfriend and Potter, wondering what to do in the situation. Potter noticed you’d become flustered at being put on the spot like that, even mentioned it to McGonagall. Truthfully, your head was telling you to say no because you knew as well as anyone how Theo could be when you were uneasy. He was awfully protective. But your heart wanted you to say yes so you could start a little fight and make your friends and Theo proud. You were never quite as provocative as they were when it came to the whole Slytherin-Gryffindor thing and it made you slightly self conscious, to be honest.

You would tell McGonagall that your head won, and Potter had started the fight. Theo was only defending you from the very scary Gryffindor who had decided to attack you just because you didn’t want to help him out earlier. But, in all honesty, your heart had won, or so the story goes.

“Yes, Teddy, he’s been bothering me all day,” you had said.

“How ‘bout you leave, Potter?” Theo asked, but it was hardly a question.

Potter rolled his eyes, “We had a deal, L/n.”

“I don’t think she would’ve agreed to anything with you,” Theo said and (allegedly) shoved Potter from across the table.

It was at that point that all hell broke loose. Potter’s explanation of the situation was riddled with what you would call lies about getting his shit rocked by Theo’s incredible fighting skills. You’d bloodied your boyfriend up afterwards using a little glamour charm you kept handy in case of emergencies. That was yet another way you were like a politician, you were incredible at deceiving people. On the off chance McGonagall noticed the charm, Theo had agreed to take the fall and stage an argument with you where you’d break up with him. The relationship wouldn’t be destroyed, you’d just act strained for a week or so while he did detention.

“Miss L/n, these are a lot of accusations being thrown,” McGonagall said, her eyes staring down at you over her nose, “What say you?”

You let your bottom lip quiver, but you wouldn’t dare cry. That would be too much and she wouldn’t believe you for a second. You may have had a good reputation, but she loved Potter and co. and had a huge bias in their favour. You had to be so convincing that she wouldn’t have a single doubt.

“I just didn’t want to get involved,” you said, “Professor, I’m a Slytherin, there’s a certain… standard that I’m held to. I told Potter that I didn’t want to help him because everyone would be upset with me and he tried to bribe me of his own accord.”

“She’s obviously lying, Professor, please—”

“Miss Granger, Miss L/n didn’t interrupt your telling of events, I suggest you don’t interrupt hers.”

You continued to lie through your teeth like a professional. You’d think McGonagall would know to use a truth serum when dealing with teenagers, but she was too trusting. Photographs of former students were framed on her desk, others who likely lied to her as you were doing. They were mostly Gryffindors, for obvious reasons, but there were Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and the odd Slytherin as well, all of them moving slightly in celebration of their graduations. Potter and co. would likely end up on that desk one day and while you’d hope yourself and your friends would end up on Snape’s, he had never come across as the sentimental type.

“One of you aren’t telling me the truth,” McGonagall said with a sigh once you had finished your recount, “Know that I’m disappointed in you but I cannot be bothered to deal with this today. If I hear about troubles with you lot again I will not hesitate to give you all detention.”

A chorus of ‘yes, Professor’s filled the room before she shooed you all out to go your separate ways. At the door to her office which she had closed behind the four of you, or rather, the two and two of you, Theo turned to the others.

“Don’t start things you can’t finish, Potter,” he said with a snarky tone.

Potter and Granger hardly acknowledged the remark, and you found yourself missing the weasel boy who would have leapt at the opportunity to throw something back. At your core, you liked to consider yourself morally good, but Merlin’s beard, you were a bit of an instigator, perhaps even a bully, weren’t you? You glanced at Theo, who you hadn’t realised had begun a little bit of a rant about blood superiority, and laughed out loud.

“What?” He asked you, his head on the slightest tilt that it was hardly noticeable.

“I think you and the others have turned me into a bad person,” you giggled, biting your lip.

“Y/n/n, that’s so fucking mean,” he said, “You are so rude.”

“I learnt from the best,” you teased as you poked his arm.

Theo shook his head and captured your arm in his so the two of you could walk back to the Slytherin dorms together.

[melminli]

phone time

summery - you and satoru have been together for a long time now, like really long. next week marks your nine year anniversary, actually, and your friends think that it's a bit weird that you two are not doing anything special on that day.

contains: fem reader, fluff/crack, utahime being in your business, gossip, meimei hate, suggestive joke at the end

"we were thinking about going shopping with mei mei this weekend, you want to come with us?" utahime asked you as you stepped into the living room after leaving the kitchen. it took you a second to answer her, as your attention was focused on the tray in your hands. you really didn't want to risk one of the three cups of hot coffee spilling over and doing a mess. as well as getting a third-degree burn.

when the tray finally touched the small table, you got around to answering. "i don't know. i've been spending too much money lately." you admitted, making yourself comfortable on the soft carpet. sitting across from the sofa also helped the conversation flow more smoothly. "i would still come just to hang out with you guys, but you know i don't like meimei that much..."

shoko was about to add something when gojo interrupted her. "you can just take my card, you know. and meimei isn't much of a talker anyway. you should go if you feel like it." he suggested from his position on the pastel pink armchair. "you can also go to starbucks together. they should have pumpkin space latte on the menu again now that it's fall."

you thought about the proposal once more at his argument while holding your cup in your hands. the girls on the other side sent disgusted looks to the man. even though he spoke in their favor, they weren't really interested in hearing his input. "and why are you still here? i thought you told your crusty boyfriend to leave for a few hours." utahime complained to you.

"and i did." you replied and sensed the mean looks he gave you when you didn't correct her after she described him as crusty. you just shook your head to signal him that she didn't know what she was talking about. "weren't you gonna meet up with suguru?" you asked him, looking in his direction.

i can't believe i'm getting kicked out of my own place. he leaned a little deeper in his seat at that thought, but didn't really mind since it was you who asked him to. he wasn't really authorized to participate in girl talk and was, to be honest, a bit butt hurt about it. he would do anything to participate in a session. "we are. that asshole is running late, so i would be very grateful if you ladies could show me some mercy and let me wait inside since it's like two degrees outside."

you raised an eyebrow at his wording and spoke up with a grin after taking a sip. "what's the matter, elsa? can't handle the cold?"

satoru just rolled his eyes. "i can't wait until it starts snowing. doesn't it ever get boring? making the same jokes over and over again."

you pretended to give his question serious thought until you finally answered. "no, not really."

utahime watched the interaction between you with a furrowed brow. "i can't believe you two are a couple." she finally said, abruptly changing the subject. "you just don't act coupley at all."

shoko disagreed. "what does that even mean? they've been together for like forever."

it felt a little strange to gojo that she was kind of supportive of your relationship right now. she wasn't really, but it felt that way to him, and he was happy about it and agreed with her. "exactly. that is a heavy accusations you're throwing in the room, that i'm not going to tolerate. i would literally die for my girlfriend, which is like the bare minimum, i know. but still." he spoke in a completely serious voice.

you hummed in support of him. "yeah, i mean men are meant to die in war anyway, so it's good that you know."

there. you guys were doing it again. "that's what i'm talking about. nothing about how you behave with each other is romantic in the slightest way." she said, a little disappointed. "i've also never seen you kiss or heard that you're going on dates. i mean, do you even have anything planned for your anniversary?" she continued to enumerate, getting seriously worried.

you didn't take her worry serious since you did all these things in private. you just preferred it that way. "we live together, and we spend a lot of quality time together. just because we don't call everything a date doesn't mean we never do anything as a couple." you retorted, and satoru supported what you said with adding period. "i've been a little lazy lately due to it getting so cold again, and i don't feel like doing anything extravagant because it just mentally exhausts me on top with work. so we'll probably just chill and have some phone time in the evening." you answered her question about your anniversary. maybe you would get satoru a little gift like flowers. yeah, he liked getting flowers. you mentally made a note to look on the internet for some with a nice meaning.

shoko repeated questioningly. "phone time?" somehow, she imagined it to be something very strange.

"yeah, you know." satoru began, although the two had no idea what you two were talking about. "lying in bed. scrolling on social media - mostly tiktok. showing funny or stupid videos to each other and laughing about it."

you raised an index finger to add. "or cat videos." you reminisced about some silly trends in the past. "i kind of miss dabloon cat..."

so the two are just some sort of ipad kids.

"that's pretty weird, actually. you two are weird." said utahime in conclusion, not knowing what else to say.

you just rolled your eyes as you took another sip of your coffee. "last time i checked, you were single."

a sigh escaped her at the remark. "well, i can't argue against that. my dating life has been drier than a desert lately..."

at that, a slight giggle escaped satoru's lips, reminding you all that he was indeed still present in the room. "you know what's not dry after i - "

"satoru."

"what? just because she doesn't see us kiss doesn't mean that we don't do it."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my boyfriend a brat?

👾👾👾

So, I (24 he/him) have a boyfriend (20 he/him) and we’ve been dating for almost a year now.

A few nights ago, we were out at a bar with his close friend group and my boyfriend was a little tired and overstimulated. Which makes him act like a little bit of a brat.

It doesn’t bother me at all, because I understand that public spaces can be a little overwhelming for him. To be clear, he never insults me or says anything hurtful. He just gets a little whiny and starts pestering me to leave. He’s the sweetest person ever and he would never do or say anything to hurt me.

But some of his friends noticed his behavior that evening and started 'defending' me. Which I appreciate, but they continued even after I explained that it’s okay and that I’m not bothered by it.

So, at some point I just said that my boyfriend is a brat and that it’s okay and I love it.

For some reason, this seemed to rub some of his friends the wrong way and they started turning on me and accused me of being transphobic and weird about his identity.

For context, my boyfriend is a transgender man. I call him a brat or bratty a lot, and it never bothers him. He even told me that he likes it and he actively does stuff to get me to call him that. Iykyk.

I have no idea how they interpreted it as something transphobic… but now I’m questioning my behavior a little bit. My boyfriend defended me and shot down any of their attempts at making me seem like a bad person, which I’m incredibly thankful for. As a cis dude, I don’t really feel comfortable arguing with trans people about what terms are okay to use for them.

Is it weird if I call my boyfriend a brat? I guess it’s usually a word used for the fem partners in relationships? But at the same time, it’s so stupid to apply gender roles to a term like that. Right?

I’ve talked to my boyfriend and he once again reassured me that he actually kinda likes it. His opinion is the only one that matters to me, in all honesty. But I still feel a little weird about it and I can’t stop thinking about it. My boyfriend says his friends are in the wrong, and he suspects that they’re overly weary of me because I’m cis.

Plus, apparently some of his friends are into him. Which is not surprising because my boyfriend is incredibly attractive and we constantly get free drinks from people trying to hit on him.

If you’re a trans person, especially a transgender man, I urge you to give me your honest opinion in the replies. Of course, everyone is allowed to vote. I’d just like to hear trans people’s opinions on this. Is brat a gendered term?

Tldr: I called my trans boyfriend a brat in front of his trans friends, and they accused me of being transphobic for using that term. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[babydollmarauders]

THE GREAT WAR — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n sees a picture of Jack talking to a girl at a bar and her insecurities come to light. // the night y/n accuses Jack of cheating and they almost break up.

specific lyrics: “and maybe it’s the past that’s talking, screaming from the crypt. telling me to punish you for things you never did.” and “somewhere in the haze, got a sense i’ve been betrayed.” and “that was the night i nearly lost you. i really thought i’d lost you.”

warnings: past relationship trauma, mentions of cheating (but no actual cheating), not proofread.

my past relationships were a graveyard of toxicity. full of cheating exes, manipulation, and verbal abuse. i accepted the love i thought i deserved. i would stay with these guys for months or possibly longer before being convinced by my friends to break up with them. but the cycle came to an end when i met Jack.

he’s kind, caring, loyal, loving, and always made sure that i knew how much he appreciated me. maybe that’s why i had so much trust in him. it’s why i never felt the need to check his snap map and find out where he was, or file through his instagram dm’s to see if he was talking to other girls. it’s why i felt comfortable and content staying at home if he wanted to go out and celebrate a win with his team; like tonight.

but somewhere in the haze of love and admiration, i’ve got a sense that i’ve been led astray and possibly betrayed. maybe it’s my past sneaking up on me and placing doubts in my head, maybe it’s insecurities overtaking my mind. all i know is that in this moment, laying in our bed, time has frozen as i’m locked on a picture of him talking to a girl at a club. with the Devils winning their game tonight, he had told me he would be going out with a few of the guys to celebrate, even offered for me to come, but i had a migraine and i didn’t feel like partying tonight, so i had given him the go ahead to go without me. i trusted him, i figured he would go out and have some drinks and then come home and slip in bed with me. but with this picture posted five minutes ago by a fan account claiming he was spotted flirting in a club in Hoboken, all my worst fears have come to light.

logically, i know i shouldn’t jump to conclusions. that the account could be wrong and that i should trust my boyfriend more than to assume he would try and cheat on me. but i’m here, and they’re there. i have no idea what could’ve been happening, maybe they’re right. this girl is definitely prettier than me by a tenfold, i can’t even blame him. maybe she doesn’t have the relationship trauma that i do, maybe she’s better than me in every inconceivable way. i don’t know, but now he does.

turning off my phone and dropping it on my nightstand, i spend the next hour tossing and turning. my mind constantly drifting to where my boyfriend may be, what he might be doing. and when it passed twelve thirty and he still wasn’t home like he usually would be, i immediately jump to the conclusion that i was right. he cheated on me. all my previous boyfriends have, so why wouldn’t he? there’s something wrong with me. i’m not enough. i’m not worthy of one of the great loves. this is what i must come to accept.

it’s around one thirty in the morning when i finally hear the distant sound of the front door opening and closing, Jack’s footsteps quiet once he’s taken off his shoes and i know he��s tiptoeing in order to avoid waking me. but i’m already awake. which he discovers when he opens our bedroom door.

“hey, baby.” he gives me a soft smile, making his way over to press a kiss to my forehead. “what are you doing awake?”

his clothes aren’t disheveled like my previous lovers would’ve been after a rendezvous, and he doesn’t smell like perfume.

maybe she doesn’t wear perfume.

“who is she?” my voice is barely above a whisper, but he makes out what i said. his brows furrow in confusion, and i have to hand it to him, he does look genuinely confused.

“who?” he asks. i grab my phone, pulling the picture back up. shoving the device into his hands.

“her.”

“oh. i don’t know.” he shrugs, turning the phone off and placing it back on my nightstand. “she came up to me and said she was at the game. congratulated me on the win. why? do you know her?”

“no. i figured you did. the caption said you were flirting with her.” i shrug, trying to feign indifference. he huffs out a laugh, stripping down to change into his pajamas.

“flirting with her? i think i spoke about five words to her before i went back to the guys.” he tells me, pulling his pj pants on. his brows form a ‘v’ and he looks back at me. “wait- do you think i was cheating on you? or even trying to?”

i shrug, not giving him a proper response, and it only seems to frustrate him.

“what the hell, y/n?” his voice is a mix of anger and hurt.

“what?” i mumble.

“when have i ever given the impression that i want anyone else?” he asks.

“none of the others gave the impression.” i explain. “they just, did it.”

“well i’m not your exes, y/n/n. i’m not the self-centered assholes that you used to date.” his words are harsh, and finger pointing. sounding like he’s putting blame more on me for dating them in the first place than the actual guys who used me. “i thought we established that a long time ago.”

“all i know is i’ve been in this position before and they were lying.” i rise from the bed now, sick of feeling lower than him in more ways than one.

“so you think i’m lying? is that it?” he raises his voice, obviously not happy with my accusations.

he’s deflecting.

“i don’t know!” i yell back. “i don’t know anymore!”

“right.” his one worded response is spoken scarily calm, joined by a nod of his head. he wanders around the room, slipping a t-shirt on and grabbing clothes off of wire hangers from our closet, stuffing them in a duffle bag.

“what are you doing?” i ask him, frantic and nervous.

“i’m not staying here while you accuse me of things i haven’t done. i’m going to sleep at Nico’s.” he tells me.

“you’re just gonna leave?” he zips up the bag, walking out of our bedroom. i follow him down the hall like a shadow, attached to him.

“i don’t know how we’re gonna work if you can’t trust me.” he says, slipping his shoes back on. he grabs his keys from the hook and turns back to me. “i love you. but i can’t be with you if you’re not gonna at least try and trust me. you asked me who she was, i told you the truth, and you still can’t accept that someone might love you enough to choose you.”

i don’t even get to respond before he leaves, too frozen to form words. my lips are parted and i stand in the entryway for a good five minutes before the weight of what just happened finally falls on me. crumpling to the floor in a mess of sobs and useless pleas for him to come back. Nico’s apartment is only a couple floors above our own, he must already be there, so my words are worthless now.

this has never happened before. he was telling the truth and i couldn’t even believe him because i’m so broken by my previous experiences. i knew that he didn’t do anything. i knew that he loves me and he would never do anything to purposefully hurt me, but my past was screaming at me not to listen to him, not to believe him because we’ve seen this before. but i was right this time. not my past. me.

i’ve lost him. i lost him because i couldn’t believe that he would choose me over another girl.

it feels like years before i’m able to move myself to our bedroom, when in reality it was probably more like twenty minutes. in bed, curled into the fetal position with tears still streaming down my face, i’m unable to fall asleep once more. tossing and turning for the second time tonight, only this time, due to my own actions.

**

i’ve lost track of the time. the sun beams in through the open window blinds now, but i’ve yet to sleep. i ran out of tears hours ago, now just blankly staring at the wall as i replay the events of last night in my head for what must be the millionth time. my heart aches in my chest and my head hurts from all the crying and the lack of sleep.

i’m zoned out. apparently enough that i don’t hear the sound of the front door or the footsteps echoing through the apartment. i don’t notice the dip of the bed or someone else’s breathing. it isn’t until i feel an arm snake around my waist that i know Jack has returned. i jolt in surprise when his skin presses against mine, and i turn over to look at his face. he looks just as rough as i feel.

“you left.” i state, my voice raspy from disuse and the sobs i let out mere hours ago.

“and i came back.” he whispers, tucking an awry strand of hair behind my ear. “i just needed some time to think.”

“oh.”

“Nico helped me realize that i need to be patient. you’ve trusted me this long, and i can’t expect everything to be sunshine and rainbows. you’ve been through hell. you’re so strong for putting up with what you went through, and i can understand now why you might have some doubts. because, i’m not your exes, but you didn’t think they were who they were either. they led you to believe they were amazing people and then called you crazy for thinking they were with other women. but you weren’t. and i’m not them, but i need to let you figure that out on your own. you saw something and it triggered you, it made you think of your past. i should’ve been more understanding about that instead of blowing up at you.”

“no. i should’ve been more trusting. i know you, and i know you would never hurt me. i just had this voice in my head telling me that you were like them and in order to protect myself, i listened to it. but, you’re not like them, and i only ended up hurting us both. you’ve proven time and time again that you aren’t them. i just- i need to remember that. you’re so good to me, and you’re such an amazing guy, and i think i just thought you might be too good to be true, so i was searching for something wrong. but i’m sorry, Jack. i’m so sorry for not believing you.”

his lips press against mine, soft and slow, pouring all his love into a sweet and tender kiss. pulling away, he lays his forehead against mine.

“i love you. it’ll be a process; having to unlearn all your overly-defensive mechanisms. you were trying to protect yourself, and that’s understandable, but i’m never going to hurt you. at least, not on purpose. but, i’ll be here every step of the way until you realize just how important you are to me. i don’t need anyone else. i have you.” his voice is soft, his words spoken gently and yet confidently.

“i really thought i lost you.” i murmur, burying my head into his neck and i cling to him tightly, refusing to let him go again.

“never.”

-

[midnighttrainns]

secrets always come out, bodhi durran

bodhi durran x marked fem!reader

warnings: sadness ig, swearing like once, that’s all i can think of :)

summary: when bodhi keeps secrets and reader finds out things don’t go too well, things are said and done that can’t be undone but maybe it will be forgiven.

word count: 917

a/n: this is short & shit cause i pulled it out of my ass. i wrote this in like 1hr and it’s barely edited it’s also only me second fic so yeah. anyways hope u enjoy 💋

masterlist

part 2

It’s my first year at Basgiath War College in the Rider’s Quadrant. Imogen is as close to being my sister as she can without being blood-related, I couldn’t have made it this far into the year without her. Xaden and Garrick too, are like brothers to me. I was never that close to Bodhi growing up seeing as he was the reason my pet butterfly flew away and like any little girl, I was devastated. Now, he is my boyfriend. 

I’m sitting on my bed in my shared room with my friend, Hannah when a knock at the door interrupts my reading. I open the door to Violet standing on the other side looking quite distressed. 

“Violet, what’s wrong?” I question. Luckily Hannah isn’t here,

“How do you do it?” Violet asks.

“Do what?” At this point, I’m confused. She has come to me for advice when we are barely friends and I have no idea what she is talking about.

“The riders quadrant, relationships, the rebellion. Although I’m guessing that your boyfriend doesn’t lie t-”

“Rebellion? What rebellion?” I cut off Violet’s rambling not caring enough for what she is saying next when she just mentioned a rebellion. I see her face drop as she realises I didn’t know and she just let something secret slip.

“I-I thought you knew because you’re dating Bodhi and- and are friends with Xaden and everyone else.” she rambles trying to explain without giving me an actual answer.

“What rebellion Violet?” I ask harsher this time. She explains everything she knows and as soon as she finishes explaining I rush out the door leaving her in my room. I walk down the hallway to Bodhi’s room, knocking on the door and when there is no answer I go to Xaden’s room.

“y/n are you okay?” He asks after opening the door and seeing how I must look.

I look past him into his room seeing Bodhi in there. “Let me in,” I demand Xaden and he opens the door wider, grabbing my arm and pulling me through the wards of his room, shutting the door behind him.

“I cannot believe you,” I point an accusing finger at Bodhi before turning to Xaden “I can’t believe neither of you told me!”

“Told you what, y/n?” Bodhi questions, stepping closer to me.

Tears are welling in my eyes and a few escape running down my cheeks. “The fucking rebellion! What else would I be talking about?” I see Bodhi’s face drop. He stands there for a long second running his hand through his hair, looking at Xaden unsure what to do next and if he was allowed to explain.

“We were going to tell you,” Bodhi starts.

“Really? When?” My voice rises, I’m getting angrier and tears are welling in my eyes.

“Look, it’s complicated, y/n. We don’t want to put you in danger and I knew if we told you, you would want to do weapon runs with us. It’s just too dangerous, you need to focus on your first year.” Bodhi tries explaining again.

“Not too dangerous for you though” I snark back at him.

Before anyone could say anything else Xaden jumps in, “Y/n, you are overwhelmed right now. How about you take a walk and return in an hour then we can explain everything. Okay?”

“No. No. Once I walk out that door I am not coming back. I am done with all of you. You are no longer my friends. I never want to talk to you again save your explanations because I don’t care. Once I walk out that door don’t ever think of me again, don’t come after me and don’t try to speak to me.” With that, I storm out the door tears running down my face.

I get to nearly Bodhi’s room before he comes chasing after me. “I told you to leave me alone,” I say spinning around to face him.

“Not out here y/n,” He responds gently grabbing my arm and leading us into his room.

“Bodhi look, maybe I’m overreacting but you lied to me and kept secrets. You have broken my trust and I don’t think I can be with someone that I don’t fully trust. I’m sorry.” The hurt look on his face makes me want to hug him and make him happier and to know that I caused it makes me sadder than it should considering the pain he has caused me today.

“I’m so sorry. I am extremely sorry y/n I- ”

“I don’t care for your apologies or explanations just let me go. Let me leave and if you earn my trust back I might give you a second chance.”

“So you're breaking up with me?”

“Yes. Bodhi I’m so sorry. I really am.”

“Me too y/n. I’m sorry too” He steps closer wrapping his arms around me. I let him, hugging him back equally as tight, this could be our last ever hug. And just then, I realise that I just broke up with the love of my life. I already regret it but it was for the best. I can’t be in a relationship when I don’t fully trust him and he doesn’t fully trust me and if I’m capable of helping the rebellion. And as I break our hug and walk away from Bodhi I can feel my heart breaking, my world turning upside down, my life changing for the worst. And it’s all my fault.

[thedreideldiaries]

Some People are Still Good

I recently caught up with a friend of mine and offhandedly, sort of casually mentioned that I’d been off instagram since October 7th. He didn’t know what I meant. He'd heard something about a terrorist attack and Israel's military retaliating, but nothing else.

In another universe without tiktok history lessons, I might have been upset. In this one, I was immensely relieved. I didn’t have to argue with him, or hear him rattling off whatever talking points are de rigueur for the Online Left, or get into a heated discussion about the meaning of the word “Zionist,” or get accused of being an apologist for crimes against humanity. I could just…tell him what happened, and how I felt about it.

I told him about the massacre and hostage-taking. I told him how many of the people murdered and kidnapped were peace activists - easier targets, he noted, than anyone in the actual government that Hamas is supposedly resisting. How this was, in proportion to Israel’s population, a bigger terrorist attack than 9/11. That it wasn’t just Israeli Jews who were killed or kidnapped, but Bedouins, laborers from abroad, Americans, and (this is something conveniently left out of a lot of the Discourse), Palestinians. 

I told him about the Israeli government doing exactly what Hamas had counted on them doing in Gaza. I said that people aren’t their governments. I tried to make it clear that I hope Netanyau, may his name be blotted out, lives out the rest of his days in shame and political obscurity (or, to save us all some time, quickly succumbs to some hideously painful disease). That I know there are miles of difference between going to war with Hamas and going to war with the Palestinian people. That if you express any hope that the rest of the hostages will be rescued, you run the risk of getting lumped in with people who think airstrikes on refugee camps are somehow justified, and that unfortunately those people do very much exist.

I told him how Jews are still reeling from what happened, and that it doesn’t help that so many on the left seem to think it’s irrelevant. I told him how my boyfriend (who I’ve seen cry maybe twice over the last decade), spent the entire afternoon of October 7th sobbing at his desk as he watched everything unfold in real time. I told him how that same boyfriend posted about how frustrating it is for Jews to have their suffering repeatedly dismissed, and how one of his leftist friends responded by accusing him of being a genocide apologist. You know, how you talk to a person in mourning. 

I told him how when the first news of the massacre hit, there were leftists who praised it as the start of some glorious revolution. How I don't know how many of them were my acquaintances, because I got off social media before I could find out. How a lot of them were probably ill-informed about what was happening and how and why, but others just think killing Jews is good, actually, and I don't have the mental or emotional fortitude to find out which fall into which category.

I told him how frustrating it is to be a leftist of Jewish background, sickened by the right and heartbroken by the left. I told him how many petitions I’ve been asked to sign that didn’t so much as mention Hamas or the attack. I said I was worried to bring it up, because if you say “but what about the Jews (and, you know, others) who were tortured and murdered and kidnapped,” you get accused of all sorts of heinous, improbable crimes, and I simply do not have the kind of time or energy for that discussion. 

I told him how I still like my classmates, but I don’t trust most of them. I can’t let my guard down around them. I can’t talk about how I feel about the conflict except in vague terms, which is ironic, because the people who are brave enough to say “peace would be nice” are accused of not taking a stand. How terrified I am that I'll use the wrong word and out myself as whatever they think that makes me. How I’d hoped they’d be my friends, before all of this. How they’re all being really nice to me, and I can’t shake the thought that they’d hate me if they knew I thought the state of Israel should exist and that Israelis have the right to not be murdered. How I wish I felt like I could be in activist spaces without having to loudly and eagerly participate in my own dehumanization and that of so many people I love. 

And he listened. 

I don’t think anyone Jewish is wrong to be cautious. But for all the leftist goyim willing to argue that murdering babies is actually a good thing if the babies belong to colonizers, there are others - many others, I hope - who genuinely want to understand what’s actually going on. Who see a difference between resisting your oppressors and murdering them at a music festival or burning them alive in their homes. Who find “it’s wrong to kill civilians” to be an uncontroversial statement. I hate how many people I can no longer trust, but I’m so grateful to have at least some non-Jewish friends who actually understand nuance and care enough to try.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Hi!! I would love to hear what you think Donna's consistent main flaws are since people accuse the writers of making her too perfect?! I kind of love that Eric the 'softer' one in that relationship - it's a great subversion of gender roles, especially for that era!

Thanks for the question! I enjoyed answering it - it turned into a little essay.

Donna's Flaws

Donna, like all of the main characters, has flaws. I don't think she was painted as perfect at all, but rather as a realistic teenage girl experiencing her first serious relationship, the disintegration of her parents' marriage, and the social conflicts of the '70s.

For example, she was not always the best at communicating - especially with Eric. See: S2xE21 "Kelso's Serenade". She and Eric got into a massive argument because she wasn't honest about her feelings, and that she was bothered by him hanging out with his friends instead of her. Or in S3xE15 "Donna's Panties". She tells Jackie:

Why doesn't Eric understand that when I said I'm fine I meant I will be fine... so long as he kisses my ass for two weeks until I'm actually fine? He's like, brain damaged.

Donna expects Eric to read her mind, and then gets upset with him when he doesn't. Is it annoying? Yes. A flaw? Yes. Also highly relatable, especially for high school relationships? Also yes. Plus, Red and Kitty have shades of this in their relationship, too.

Another flaw? Donna's stubborn. (So is Eric)

In S3xE11 "Who Wants It More", Donna is the one who breaks their impasse and initiates sex at the end of the episode, but when Eric starts to gloat about winning their competition she's willing to walk away rather than admit she gave in first. In S7xE23 "Take It Or Leave It", she's upset by Eric's decision to go to Africa without talking to her, so she makes up a fake date with one of her co-workers to try to make Eric jealous/rethink his choice. In S5xE9 "Black Dog", she fights with Eric throughout the entire episode about whether it's better to give your partner attention/extra love when they're upset, or space. Etc.

And lastly, despite everything she outwardly projects, Donna ends up being a fairly dependent character. Is this a flaw? Not necessarily. It's just an interesting dichotomy - Donna yearns to be fiercely independent and seems to inherently value that, but at the core of who she is, she's not.

Unlike Kelso she doesn't enjoy the California beaches, but instead is miserable all summer until Eric arrives. She accepts Eric's proposal (in high school!). She doesn't get on the bus - she delays college to stay in Point Place with Eric. She buys the trailer. She waited around in Point Place for a year while Eric was in Africa. She says things like,

"My guidance counselor gave [these college brochures] to me, but I already told him that I'm going wherever you go." (S5xE7 "Hot Dog")

and

"I mean, Eric, I loved [Marquette], and when I was driving home, I was so excited to tell you about it, and then the drive took forever, and I realized that's how far away I'd be from you all the time, and I don't want that. So I'll just tell my dad I want to go to U.W. with you." (S5xE6 "Over The Hills And Far Away")

and

"I don't want you to go. You've always been like, twenty steps away from me my entire life. What am I supposed to do without you?" (S7xE23 "Take It Or Leave It")

I think to dismiss or deny this pattern as "out of character" is to ignore an important part of Donna's characterization: she's really dependent. On Eric, yes. But as soon as she and Eric break-up, what is her modus operandi? To start dating a new boyfriend.

I just think it's interesting, and not often (or ever?) discussed. Worth noting that these instances are most pronounced in the second half of the series, and that Donna wasn't this way in the earlier seasons. What happened midway through the series? Her parents split up/mom abandoned her/her family disintegrated. Hmmm.

[thatoneluckybee]

OKAY PROPAGANDA TIME! @yttd-enjoyerNo pressure for any of these lol, I added a lot because rambling and procrastination. I’m copy-pasting some descriptions from another post of mine. I was trying to look for some with good lore and magic systems, or that had great characters.

Cursed Princess Club: This one is adorable and hilarious. It’s a fantasy and comedy. The Pastel Kingdom has four children. The eldest, Maria, is 18, and so beautiful that forest animals follow her when she sings. The second oldest, Lorena, is 17, and so beautiful that flowers grow where she sleeps. The third child is prince Jamie, who is so beautiful that he is constantly GLOWING (literally.) And his twin sister, Gwendolyn, is the sweetest and perhaps most loved of all! The three sisters are happily engaged to the Plaid Princes. When Gwen meets her soon to be betrothed, though…. he finds her to be really, really, ugly. Gwen has to learn to love herself as she is with the help of a club for cursed princesses (and one prince who wants to change the club name desperately.) It’s hilarious. Someone swallows her fiance whole. Jamie can taste feelings through food and keeps accidentally violating HIPPA. Lorena beats the crap out of a bunch of clowns. Gwen keeps getting mistaken for an evil witch. There’s a really spoiled drunk llama named Laverne. Maria buys merch of her boyfriend’s fanclub. There’s an omniscient clam. It’s a glorious disaster. (Also that was what the screenshots I was losing my mind and spamming last night. I relate to the plaid guy on an eerie level. This one has INCREDIBLE character arcs and parallels and foreshadowing and details and AUGH)

Space Boy: This one is one of my all-time favorites, and I believe it deserves an award for it’s realistic character arcs and characters. I’d be convinced if you told me they were real people. Sci-Fi Romance. (A lot of romance. Not a particular favorite genre of mien it’s just like 70% of all Webtoons.) In the far future, humanity is exploring the furthest reaches of space using the freezing sleep thing (real thing, forgot name.) Amy lives happily on a mining colony in deep space, until her father loses his job, and she and her family are sent away from the colony, and everyone she knows, back to Earth, where she wakes up 30 years later (frozen sleep thing.) Amy is adjusting to life on Earth, the new technology, and trying to come to terms with the fact her best friend is now in her 40s and she’s missed it all in sleep. Amy’s identifying trait is synesthesia: to her, people have flavors to match their personalities! Well, everyone except a strange boy she meets a school, who refuses to speak to her, and doesn’t have a flavor, Oliver. Amy decides that she WILL find this kid’s flavor if it kills her, and manages to get herself roped in the most chaotic mystery involving ancient cults, alien artifacts, unsolved murders, a government conspiracy, and whether or not Oliver is actually who he says he is. It’s so sad but I love it so much and I want to send everyone to therapy. I don’t even like sci-fi usually so this was amazing for me.

Nomads: ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. The concept is your stereotypical “there were five kingdoms after a war 100 years ago:” the Sun, Sea, Sand, Sky, and Snow kingdoms. To maintain the peace, traveling between the kingdoms is banned for average citizens. You may, however, choose to become a Nomad, and travel for a price: you can never have a permanent home. Lance of the Sea Kingdom REALLY doesn’t want to be a Nomad. However, his little brother Mikah goes missing, and Lance has to find him in one year (once Mikah turns 18 it’ll be impossible to find him.) It’s going well and dandy until some unfortunate circumstances result in him, his new traveling buddy Satra, and a magic talking cat-thing being mistakenly accused of kidnapping a prince. And now they’re wanted bounties. (This comic is HILARIOUS so many shenanigans and I love Satra so much.)

Castle Swimmer: Can’t reveal TOO much of this ‘cause spoilers but it’s a really really good story. It’s a fantasy romance too. In this society of “Mers” (merfolk), every kingdom has long awaited the day a mysterious, mythicaeing known as the Beacon arrives. He will grant each kingdom’s prophecy, be that granting them fortune or saving their lives. When the Beacon arrives, though, turns out he’s literally just some kid named Kappa who has no idea what he’s doing. Siren is the prince of the shark kingdom. They have a curse that will cause them to suffer and become covered in scars and eventually die. The only way they can break the curse is whenever the Beacon arrives—and Siren, as predicted, will kill him. The only problem is that Siren REALLY doesn’t want to be a murderer, and Kappa REALLY doesn’t want to die, and they both are pining HARD. 

Suitor Armor: This is a romantic fantasy but I like it because it doesn’t feel boiled down to JUST a “will they won’t they.” Fairies and humans have been at war for as long as anyone can remember, with heavy losses on both sides. A Lord rescues a child, a little girl named Lucia, to be his daughter, Kirsi’s, lady-in-waiting until Kirsi marries a nearby king. The only issue? Lucia is a fairy, and she and the Lord must hide that if she wants to live. After they’ve grown up, Kirsi and Lucia go to the nearby kingdom to prepare for the wedding, where Lucia meets their mage’s newest creation: an enchanted, sentient suit of armor named Modeus. And now we’re all aggressivley shipping a tin can with one of the coolest women ever. (And I LOVE the magic system in this… we don’t know everything yet, it’s being revealed as time progresses, but it’s amazing in my humble little opinion.)

Homesick: Recommending this one since you’ve read School Bus Graveyard! It’s almost a “sister series” in that the fanbases overlap lots and the creators have done collabs too! Disclaimer that it’s mature for a reason. It covers a lot of dark topics and is a HORROR FOR A REASON. School Bus Graveyard is incredibly dark, but it sort of eases you in to the terror while Homesick tosses you in like a flailing child. If you do choose to read it I can provide trigger warnings, though it may spoil some plotlines a bit. Rayne (my pfp!) wakes up on a rooftop with no memories at all and meets a boy named Samael, who quickly informs her that it’s the apocalypse. Cannibalistic creatures called murks roam the land, feeding on anything that makes eye contact. Rayne and Samael form a deal to survive, but things get really, REALLY messy when they encounter someone from Samael’s past and get wrapped up in something that might just be worse than the apocalypse. On top of it all, Rayne has noticed some strange things about herself, including terrible headaches that warn her of murks… (It’s so good I love it but good lord it gets dark. I really want to say more about it but the story doesn’t jump right into the main action or plot right away so I CAN’T WITHOUT SPOILING IT SOB.)

Okay limiting myself to six for now sheesh I typed a lot.

[bonitanightmxres]

Rumor || RHETT ABBOTT

PAIRING: Rhett abbott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After a close relationship blossoms between you and the well-known bull rider, everyone assumes you’re dating. to combat the small-town gossip, you and rhett take action.

WARNINGS: PURE FLUFF

WORD COUNT: 1.9k 

Rhett didn’t think you’d would be at The Handsome Gambler tonight. Not really, anyway. He’d purposely come with Perry after placing fourth in that lousy PBR event, hoping to blow off some steam and drink away the night. But as you walked in with a couple of your friends, smiling from ear to ear, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched your every step until you slid into the booth—you on one side, and your friends on the other.

“…you even listenin’ to what I’m sayin’?” Perry questioned.

“Uh-huh.” Rhett didn’t even bother looking at his brother. The truth was that Rhett had stopped listening to Perry’s voice a long time ago, and instead focused his hearing on you. He could make out the faint sound of your laugh, and that was enough to make him feel jittery inside. The simple thought of you made him smile.

Perry knew he’d lost his brother’s attention, and chuckled knowingly when he turned his head to see what was so mesmerizing to his brother. “See, what you’re doin’ right there, is exactly why people here keep talkin’.”

Over the past couple of years, you’d changed something in him and he knew it. At first, it scared him. Rhett hadn’t known what it was like to be so purely and innocently in love before, where all he wanted to do was be in your company. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon,” Perry scoffed. “The way you look at her? The way she smiles at you? Everybody ‘round this place thinks you’re together, and everytime I tell ‘em you’re not, they don’t believe me.”

If it hadn’t been for the darkness of the bar, Rhett would’ve been sure that the redness of his cheeks could be visible. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Of course he’d known about the talk going on recently, he wasn’t an idiot. Despite the “playboy cowboy” persona he gave off, he hadn’t been with any other girl since a different kind of relationship began to blossom between you. Though it wasn’t like you were his, you’d only really begun to see each other as friends, going out here and there, sometimes in a group, sometimes alone. You’d been to his family’s ranch to help out a few times, you’d seen his bedroom, but to Rhett, being in the company of another girl didn't feel right, and he would later realize it was because he wanted nobody’s company other than yours. Rhett chugged the last bit of beer that remained and stood up, hoping the alcohol would kick in and give him the courage he needed.

“What’re you doin’?” Perry asked as his brother walked away.

Truth be told, Rhett didn’t even know, but all he wanted was to be yours.

...

"Don’t look now, your boyfriend’s on his way here,” one of your friends, Kate, said and giggled like a schoolgirl with your friend Lyla who sat next to her. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Rhett Abbott slowly striding over to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Lyla asked teasingly. “Then how come I heard from your neighbor you didn’t come home last Tuesday night? Said Rhett dropped you off the next morning. I bet you fuc—”

“Hey, darlin’,” Rhett’s country twang was fierce in his voice as he unknowingly interrupted Lyla’s accusation. He scooted next to you as you made room for him to sit, aware of the teasing smirks the women across from him gave you. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Nope, not at all!” Kate’s voice became higher in pitch. “Lyla and I were actually gonna grab some more drinks. You two want anything?”

Both of you shook your head, and Lyla followed Kate and disappeared from sight, leaving you and Rhett at the booth. You enjoyed spending time with him, wherever you may have been, and it didn’t matter what you were doing. Just last week you’d helped repair one of the fences on his family’s land, and to you, there was no better place to be.

“Great job out there tonight,” you said, taking a sip from your drink. “I don’t know how you do it, making bull riding look so easy.”

“I came in fourth.” Rhett stated with disgust, as if you hadn’t been there to watch. It kind of embarrassed him, to do so poorly in front of you. Most of the time he could just block out his feelings and maybe impress you. But tonight? Just knowing that you were there to watch him made Rhett nervous.

You shrugged. “At least you weren’t last. That’s a win in my book.”

He appreciated the optimism and support you gave him no matter what. Win or lose, you managed to keep his spirits up when nobody else could. “So,” he began. “There’s a rumor goin’ around…”

A familiar melody began to from the jukebox, causing you to instinctively grip Rhett’s forearm and go, “Awww, I love this song!”

“Dance with me.” Rhett said out of the blue as he stood up, holding his hand out in front of you.

“Hang on, let me finish my drink.”

Rhett swiped your glass from the table, drinking the last swig himself, though it was a bigger drink than he realized and the taste nearly burned as it went down his throat. Rhett pulled you to your feet, walking you to the nearly empty dance floor, and you saw all the pairs of eyes that made it their business to stare and watch your next move. The song still played, and your arms naturally found their way around each other’s bodies as you swayed to the beat.

“You gonna buy me another drink?” You teased, earning a chuckle from Rhett.

He searched your eyes, how bright they gleamed back at him and he swore he saw his whole future with you in them. The mere thought of it made him smile, “I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I wanted the moon?”

“Then you’ll have it.”

You brought yourself closer to Rhett, and laughed as you rest your head on his shoulder. It was still sore after being bucked off that stubborn bull tonight, but he didn’t care.

“So tell me about this rumor of yours,” you said. “What’s it about?”

“Me and you.”

You raised your head and lifted an eyebrow curiously. “Is that so?” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t heard the whispers in the last week or two—Kate and Lyla probably had something to do with it, you were sure. The truth was it didn’t bother you. If people thought you and Rhett were together, let them think it. In reality, you loved the rumors. It almost felt like if people kept talking about it, somehow it would be true.

“Mmhmm,” Rhett twirled you around, then brought you closer to him than ever before. Your chests nearly pressed against each other, and you could’ve sworn his heartbeat was going just as fast as yours. Deep down, Rhett sensed you felt the same way about him as he did you. “What do you think about that?”

Leaning in, you whispered, “Let’s give them something to talk about.”

Rhett’s eyes landed on your full, cherry-colored lips, and paused as if he were thinking twice about it. You couldn’t wait any longer, and stood on your tip-toes to close the gap between you. His lips were soft and they felt like home. Even though it was the first time you kissed Rhett Abbott, the jitters in your stomach had settled a long time ago, like your soul had already been intertwined with his somehow. Kissing him felt comfortable, like you’d done it a million times before this, and it was almost as if this is the way it was supposed to be.

Whistles and hollers and claps startled you both, making you jump and knocking you off cloud nine. The noise came from Kate and Lyla who had found new seats with Perry. Perry handed what looked like a bill over to Lyla, who undoubtedly placed a bet over whether or not Rhett would kiss you. Rhett glanced over at his brother, who gave him a thumbs-up, and rolled his eyes playfully.

“What do you say, cowboy? This rumor true or what?”

The song was long over by now, but Rhett made sure this moment with you wasn’t, twirling you and slowly dancing to the beat you created together.

Rhett grinned and kissed the top of your head, “Damn right it’s true.”

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Cowboy Like Me ~

Adam Page x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Angst

Summary: Hangman confronts his girlfriend about something Mox told him

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Bria, thank god we found you.” Kenny sighed, shaking his head, a frown present on his face.

“Is everything okay?” I questioned, suddenly filled with worry.

Usually, I’d be in the locker room that the Elite shared, but tonight I decided to give them space as they plotted their Anarchy In the Arena match. Personally, I loved matches like those, all the violence something that I loved taking part in. The guys however, weren't typically interested in matches such as these.

“Matt and I found Mox talking to your boyfriend.” Nick spoke, stepping from behind Kenny. It was clear all three were nervous to tell me anything, which only sent more worry throughout me.

“Okay, that’s nothing bad. They’re in a feud together.” I spoke, looking for the reaction to my words.

“Well, he looked pissed after their conversation ended.” Kenny stated, and he sharply turned his head when he heard a banging sound come from the catering door. “Speak of the devil.” He sighed.

Whatever Moxley said in their chat clearly had Hangman pissed, because he was fuming by the time he’d made his way to the table the three of us were at. A frown lay on his face, and a fire burned in his blue eyes. 

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” I questioned, laying one hand palm up on the table, expecting him to lace his hand in mine.

“Did you have sex with Wheeler?” His question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was in complete shock.

“What?” He shook his head at my question, only growing more irritated.

“Last night, did you have sex with him?” He asked again.

“No! I went out with Britt and Adam last night, and then came right back to the hotel when we were all done hanging out.” I yelled, throwing my hands up in defense. “Britt even walked me to the door, just to make sure I got in safe last night,”

Adam sighed, using one hand to rub his temples. I stood up, turning my back to him, not wanting to look at him. It hurt, in all honesty, thinking that my boyfriend didn’t trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t cheat. Kenny reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I smiled at him, tears falling from my eyes. 

“Get your hand off my girlfriend man.” A low growl came from Adam, and I turned around, a scowl on my face.

“You don’t get to say things like that Adam, especially not after trusting me enough not to cheat on you.” I yelled, pushing past him, and storming out of catering. Instead of going to their locker room like we’d planned for that day, I went to Zack Sabre Jr.’s instead. We’d been friends since my time in Japan, and I knew that I could lean on him.

When I knocked on his door, I could hear shuffling and a hefty sigh as he opened the door. His blonde hair poked out from the slight crack in the door, and he lifted his head.

“Bollocks, isn’t it love?” I nodded, the tears staining my cheeks. 

“He thought I cheated on him, Zack. How could he accuse me of that?” I sobbed, and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly.

We spent the better part of thirty minutes in his locker room, mostly just talking about random things. He’d spent the better part of ten minutes telling me about everything going on in Japan, and I listened intently. The things we discussed took my mind off things, and caused me to laugh, something I needed after the things that went down in catering. I wasn’t surprised if anyone caught the scene, but I didn’t even care at the moment. A knock on the door brought us out of our conversation though. I went to the door, and opened it, surprised to see Adam.

“Baby, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. I’m so happy to see you.” Adam sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Adam, I don’t want to see you right now, or ever, actually.” I whispered. “You really hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I am.” Adam spoke, reaching out for me, but I took a step back.

“We’re over Adam, I mean it. I can’t handle you not trusting me.” I sigh. “Not after what happened before.” 

“This isn’t before Bria!” He yelled. “Can’t you trust me?” 

“No, Adam, I can’t.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking someone to meet my twin brother when we’ve only dated for 2 months?

Okay, I know my situation is crazy but bear with me. I (23F) love and absolutely adore my older twin brother (by like a couple minutes but who cares), A (23M). I’m not kidding when I say that A is a saint. Like seriously, he is the best person ever, and that’s not just me being biased. He pretty much raised and protected me growing up after our parents died, gotten both me and him to a safe position in life pretty much all by himself, has so many friends and was there for every major event in both theirs and my lives (he’s made time for every birthday, graduation, etc), and is generally such a great and accomplished man. He has like 90% of any good trait you can think of. Overall, I’m so grateful for his existence and for being his sister.

Anyways, a running joke amongst me and my friends is that my brother is every male bisexual’s dream man. Why, you ask? Well, because 4 of my now exes broke up with me because they fell in love with A.

I tend to date around, and go on dating apps (so none of my 4 exes knew about A before we dated). These 4 times were the only times I actually dated for more than a month (kinda hard dating market nowadays). Here’s the timeline of what happened those 4 times:

I and a guy meet up on a dating app, chat, make date plans.

2. Go on a couple of dates, get closer over 2-3 months

3. Go formally meet my brother (cause he’s literally the most important person in my life, so we HAVE to get his approval if we’re going to take this further)

4. Ex falls in love with my brother’s charm and end the relationship weeks later because “I keep thinking about your brother”

For the record, A has no idea that 4 of my exes fell in love with him, he just knew that “we broke up for some reason”. And I’m never letting him know the truth, because I really do not want to hurt him nor make him feel guilty for something that’s not at all his fault. He’s an amazing man, again, so I’m not as upset about this as I probably should be. Ultimately, the breakups hurt at first, but honestly after the 3rd time, it was kinda funny because of how absurd it was ngl. DO NOT accuse my brother of stealing my boyfriends by the way! He’s openly on the aro spectrum so like he has no motive to do such a thing.

Anyways I got to the 2nd month mark with my now boyfriend, T (22M), who’s more questioning in terms of sexuality btw. I got around to asking him to meet my brother in person, because if you’ve seen the same thing happen 4 times, might as well cut to the chase. He said it was a little early to talk about meeting the family. I explained to T my situation, and my reasoning for doing it early. T was really weirded out by this and said that there was no way he would fall for A. I told him that I wasn’t trying to accuse him of anything, but he was pretty pissed off and left to cool off. Now it’s really awkward between us.

So I wonder, AITA for asking my boyfriend to meet my brother early, with all the above information?

What are these acronyms?

[malsiesdiary]

Starting now, anons will be off. I will also no longer be responding to Nogitsune or Darach. Unlike them, I actually choose peace over dealing with drama on a daily basis. I will be letting law enforcement deal with everything from now until it’s dealt with.

Nogitsune can keep bashing my dog because at the end of the day it just proves to the police that she has serious mental issues to be bullying and bashing an innocent animal. And will draw concern over the care of her own pets, since she is wishing death on my dog by saying for me to sit on it, wishing him to be hit by a car, etc…

I have never sat here and badmouthed her daughter. I’ve only bashed HER parenting skills, (because she smokes weed, drinks, gives her kid meds to make her sleep when she’s “annoyed with her being awake,” etc. Plus I have proof she likes to start drama with other people as well.

I am way more mature than her or Darach will ever be, as unlike them, I do not believe in dragging an innocent animal or a child into an online quarrel. Her and Darach bashing my dog just proves her maturity level and also proves she’s the instigator. As I said last night, I could say things to her in response to her bullying that would make her mad enough she would come to my house. But unlike her, I have enough self control not to tear innocent beings down like she has done to me and Allison

SHE sent anons to MY blog starting all of this when me and Allison became friends and this blog proves that. Not to mention I sent TWO anons and she bashed me about 40+ times over two anons. And Allison isn’t the one sending Nogitsune anons. It’s her friend Darach trying to stir crap up. She’s gonna feel pretty stupid when the truth comes out. Darach is known for doing this. I’ve known her since 2019, and she even has admitted to impersonating myself and others just to watch people squirm and continue to fight.

But anyways. Idc what they say about me. Accuse my boyfriend of cheating. He never has had sex with another girl and that’s all that matters to me. My boyfriend also never sent nudes. You do realize girls message me and tell me shit Zack’s doing sometimes to try and break us up and because of me being cheated on for 7 years by my ex, it’s MY insecurities!

I mean you wanna talk about my dude cheating yet you told me your dude has cheated on you and you have DEFINITELY cheated on him. Nobody’s relationship is perfect. At least my man works to provide for his family. At least my man buys me birthday presents, Christmas presents, etc and takes care of me. At least me and my man have our relationship status posted on FB so the world knows we love each other, while your FB says “single.”

So don’t come at me. I’m not jealous of you or Darach. Both of you live with someone because you can’t afford your own place. Both of you have dumb jobs that I’d never want. (I love my job and I’m going to college soon to become a dog trainer.) You’re both bigger than me. Nogitsune doesn’t drive or have a car. I don’t either but I still afforded an EBike. And I hate driving anyways. So what do you think I’d be jealous of? You both literally have nothing for me to be jealous of. You have no friends irl so you have to call each other “bestie.” Your lives are just sad.

And as for Darach, I’m not blacklisted at any airlines. If I was, my mother wouldn’t have been able to spend $600 and bought me a plane ticket. Also it’s only considered a terroristic threat if I made an actual threat to do something. Making a statement wishing you’d be paralyzed isn’t threatening anything. I didnt threaten you, and wouldn’t. Also you can look it up online, it’s not illegal for me to say that. However, it is illegal to do what you have done. Like let’s be realistic. You sent in false reports and had the swat team at my motel room for bs lies. Not to mention you wishing I’d walk out in traffic (which is just as bad as what I said to you, only it’s a plane instead of a car.) You have told me to “Go Kurt Cobain myself.” Wishing death on my dog. Threatening to eat my dog. And so much more. And sweety go call McDonalds go call Rover. Because you’ll just get yourself in trouble. The only way you’d be able to is if you had photo evidence of me abusing an animal and that’s something I’d never do. And Zack has worked at McDonalds for 2 years. You have nothing on him either. However I have proof that you made a video on Tiktok. I have proof of you posting photos of you in the parking lot of your job, and just two weeks ago you told me what airline you work at. Or did you just forget that? At least I’ve never done anything to you like you have me. I wished you paralyzed so I didn’t have to deal with you and your drama starting friend anymore. And also making fun of breast cancer shows what type of person you are to your job as well. So I think I will in fact show them how you treat me and have treated me for many years. Admitting to making accounts to mess with and impersonate me (which is also illegal.) So get over yourself Darach and stop pretending you haven’t done anything to get me angry enough to say the things I say. I don’t go off on people without reason. P E R I O D

Anyways while I continue to ignore you guys after today, please continue to say whatever you’d like about me to make your insecure self feel better. I will continue to be happy with my life and enjoy being friends with Allison while you two jealous twits keep watching our blogs and having something to say about us.

[materialgworlas]

HOLD ON- LEVI ACKERMAN X FEM READER

Loving and fighting, accusing, denying

“I’m sick of your shit Levi!” you yelled, rushing to pack your things in the shared bedroom. “What the hell Y/n?! What is it this time?!” he yelled right back. “THIS TIME?!” You Screeched “THIS TIME IT’S THE FACT THAT I COME TO SURPRISE YOU AT WORK WHEN APPARENTLY YOU’VE BEEN FCKING FIRED FOR 2 MONTHS!!... What’s that? Nothing? What I fucking thought.” you snapped, shoving more clothes into a suitcase.

By now Levi had stormed into the bedroom, a pit forming in his stomach seeing his heavily pregnant girlfriend packing her bags. But what could he say? You were right. He should’ve told you as soon as it happened but pride stopped him- and he could never find the right time to come clean since you were either tired from your work or tired from your pregnancy… he didn’t want to add to your stress, so the lies continued.

I can’t imagine a world with you gone

“You don’t fucking understand!” he growled, snatching your wrist from grabbing anymore clothes. “Get the fuck off me Levi Ackerman before I put you flat on your ass! There’s nothing TO understand; you lied to me- for 2 damn months!” “And in those two months you don’t think I’ve been trying to making things better? Get a new fucking job so I can provide for us and the baby?!” “How the hell would I know; you never talk to me about anything anymore.” “Because I didn’t want you to worry-“ “Well it’s too damn late for that!” you yelled yanking your arm out of his grasp.

“Fuck!” he yelled rushing his fingers through his hair whilst his heart beat wildly in his chest. “This is what you do, Y/n, you blow everything out of proportion- making shit seem bigger than it actually is. Yes, I was fired, but that hasn’t stopped me from paying rent and buying YOU things! I’ve been so fucking stressed with finding a new job that pays as well as my last. You wanna know why we don’t talk- because I’m so damn tired of this all!” Levi yelled, slightly shocked to find you stock still, listening to every word.

“…Your tired of it all?” You breathed out, “Tired of lying to me? or just me in general? or maybe it’s the fucking baby-“ “Don’t you dare blame our child!” he snapped storming over to you- getting right up in your face. You stumbled back a bit, shocked at his sudden movements. He froze seeing the fear in your eyes, feeling his heart break in real time. The two of you just sat there for a moment, staring at one another, horrified.

 How did it come to this?

The joy and the chaos,

The truth is You and Levi had a healthy relationship, starting out as friends before realising the feeling you had for each other were stronger that a friendship and started dating not long after you confessed to him. Hange and Erwin would always tease it was love at first sight and call you the perfect couple- and for the longest time you were. Both madly in love with one another, regularly going out on date nights and finding different ways to keep the romance alive. It seemed you couldn’t be more in love- but just wait until you found out you were pregnant; your man was in literal tears. Levi was so ecstatic to be having a child with you and vowed he’d to everything in his power to protect you both. You could tell he meant every word.

the demons we're made of

Which is why these last 2 months’ hurts as much as they did. It seemed you both weren’t yourselves. Of course you were still in love and all that jazz, but it felt like you were slowly slipping away from each other. Of course now you could blame in on Levi getting fired but you knew you’d become more distant in the relationship- especially when your belly was visibly showing. Your mind was plagued with insecurities, what if I don’t look the same after I give birth? Will I get stretch marks? Will Levi still love me if I get fat? What if he doesn’t want the child? What if I don’t want the child? What if I’m a bad mother? Normally you’d come to your loving boyfriend about your problems, but pride stopped you. Instead you chose to silently resent him. resent him for loving you.

“No…” Levi breathed out as a silent tear ran down your smooth brown skin. You felt your lips quiver looking at his heart broken face.  “I’m sorry.” You whimpered in unison before crushing each other in a tight embrace. You stayed like that for the better part of an hour, just holding each other in silence- wiping the stray tears that formed on your faces, feeling each other’s heartbeat.

I’d be so lost if you left me alone.

Eventually you had to get up, explaining you had to pee quickly and shuffled to the bathroom. Levi just sat there, anxiously waiting for you to come back. 10 minutes, 20, 30- “Y-y/n?” your boyfriend croaked, slowly approaching the bathroom door. Silence. “Y/n?” he repeated, with more panic in his tone. Still, nothing. “Y/n are you okay?” he yelped. A small groan made its way to him, making his heart drop.

It only took him three tries to break through the door, only to find you lying on the floor unconscious, your braids had spilled from the messy bun they were in, dried tear marks stained your face- but what stopped your boyfriend dead in his tracks was the copious amounts of blood that pooled out from under you- staining your white night gown.

In an instant your man was on his knees, scooping you into his arms- placing his head on your chest to feel your present but weak heartbeat. He left sick. Physically sick, seeing you in this state- knowing he was probably the cause. A pained sob ripped through Levi’s throat as he begged and begged over and over “Please don’t leave me.”

He took your limp hand giving it a strong squeeze before he lifted up your whole body as gently as he could. Levi Ackerman was a smart man- he knew the ambulance would take too long and time was of the essence. He steadily made his way out the house and skilfully unlocked the car door whilst cradling you in his arms, before placing you gently in the passenger seat. Hold on, Levi thought, I still want you.

Levi drove like a mad man, speeding down the long endless highways with you silent beside him- driving through a nightmare he couldn’t escape. Running red lights, making dangerous turns, all in the name of love. Levi wasn’t a man of God, but in this moment of desperation he began helplessly praying that the light, your light, wasn’t fading. All while his bones violently shook- as if trying to fight off the horrible shocks and chills that came in waves over his body. A weak sob escaped your lips, which almost made him break his neck trying to look in your direction. Attempting to sooth you with kind words while you mumbled incoherent sentences.

A sense of relief washed over your boyfriend as the medical staff sprang into action when he’d brought you in- both drenched in blood. He was desperate to follow you, wherever they took you. It took a gaggle of staff to hold him back as he helplessly watched them take you away on a table. The man restlessly paced back and forth in the waiting room, an image of you lying still on the floor plagued his mind. He’d imagined the deafening beep of you flat lining followed by doctors swarming your body shocking you over and over with a defibrillator- desperately trying to pull a heartbeat out of you.

It was all too much, right there in the waiting room Levi broke down. On his hands and knees again screaming “Please don’t leave me!”

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

He wished it was all a horrible dream, a sick joke his subconscious was playing on him. Levi didn’t want to let go of the love of his life. he believed he wasn’t strong enough to raise a child by himself. All he wanted was to hear your voice one last time saying “Baby, let’s go home.”

Let’s go home.

“I just want to take you home.” He whimpered, cradling his son, your son, whilst looking at your lifeless body through the glass

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

[ghostfacelegacy]

@ofakillerwithin

[Anger issues. I scoffed at the thought. Was I perfect? No. Did I get myself into sticky situations, from time to time, sure. Did some of the people on the receiving end of these situations end up needing medical attention? Yeah, but in my defense, they brought it on themselves. A defense that my parents didn't seem to understand... Well, adopted parents, to clarify, since it turned out my whole life was a compilation of lies, secrets, and scandal. It wasn't until nearing the end of high school that I realized the people I had been deceived into believing were my parents, were actually my biological aunt and uncle. If learning all of that wasn't enough to give a guy "anger issues," then I didn't know what was. Of course my aunt and uncle didn't see it that way. A fact that they unknowingly made known to me one night when I overheard one of their conversations. Okay, okay, so I roughed a guy up at school, but given all the shit he had been putting me through, he got what he deserved. To my aunt and uncle though, they overlooked the fact that the asshole had been bullying me and giving me shit for weeks, so when he came at me one night at a game, and I fought back, suddenly I'm the bad guy for breaking his arm, nose, and a few of his ribs too. Exhaling loudly at the memory. It was that same night that I learned my "parents" were actually my aunt and uncle, after overhearing my aunt ask my uncle if he thought I was turning into my father... My father? What the hell were they talking about? Of course I busted into the living room immediately to confront them that night, which was met with more lies and cover up attempts from them. Why the hell wouldn't they tell me the truth about who I really am? I had a right to know where I really came from! Their refusal to tell me the truth, and to add insult to injury, to feed me more bullshit, just made me even angrier with them for keeping all of this from me, for so long. Over time, and following a slightly physical altercation with the man I had learned was actually my uncle, my aunt confessed that my "cousin" Sidney, who visited the mountains here a few times a year, was actually my birth mother. Apparently she had me young, my father was no longer in the picture... Supposedly after learning she was pregnant with me, he bolted and left her on her own, so in order to give me the best shot at life, she turned me over to my aunt and uncle to adopt me. I confronted Sidney, and just like my adopted parents, Sidney also lied to me about my father; claiming he was just a one night stand, and she never heard from him again. Considering all of the bullshit my family had fed me over the years, I knew better than to believe this story either, which prompted me to do some research of my own on my birth father. This being the point where I made my first trip to Woodsboro to get some answers. I met Richie soon after arriving in Woodsboro, which was refreshing since he was the one who told me the truth about my life. Turns out my father wasn't some dead beat who slept with my biological mother, then bolted when he found out she was pregnant, like my adopted parents fed me. He also wasn't a one night stand like my biological mother told me. No, he was actually her long-time boyfriend, who allegedly turned out to be a mass murderer in the town of Woodsboro. Of course he never had the chance to defend the accusations made against him, since Sidney killed him first; costing me any chance to ever know my father. I was angry, to say the least, which prompted me to leave my adopted parents' home, and live on my own for awhile. Not long after high school ended, I learned my friend Richie had been murdered by some bitch named, Sam. Figures, the one person in my life I could trust was taken from me too. I had nobody now. Nobody! This fury and thirst for revenge bringing me to New York, where Sam and her group had moved to for college. I didn't know what I'd do or say once I finally came face to face with that bitch, but I did know, I'd make her pay for murdering my only real friend, Richie]