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@annisa--adler hermione + annisa : december 11, the creamery ice cream & coffee bar

Nerves ignited with the most foreign sensation of panic, Hermione had known they'd thrown themselves far out of their depth from the moment they took their seat in the Creamery. This shouldn't be mistaken for regret, however — there was nothing more that could enshroud them in giddiness than the presence of Annisa Adler. Still, they had never seriously pursued anyone in their tender twenty-four years of existence. As theatrical and animated as they presented themselves, it was always a pill finding someone who could stomach them in their entirety. And, in spite of their complete opposite personalities and way of approaching the world, Annisa didn't seem deterred by Hermione's pure zest for life. To most, they were a burden, but to Annisa... They were an adventure, it felt like, and they knew that because they'd felt the same about them.

In their lap was a gift wrapped present. Was it too forward, offering gifts on the first date? They weren't certain, but gift giving was one of their chief love languages, so they tried not to read into it too much. They had patiently waited for their date's arrival, forgoing ordering first in case the other might want to share a meal instead. They could never be too certain, after all. Warm, hopeful brown eyes cast upward when the door came swinging open and Annisa appeared in the threshold. "Nisa!" they blurted out in exclamation, beaming already as they waved them over. Desperately, they wished they could envelop them in a tight embrace, but they were doing their best to rein in their more overwhelming habits. "I saved us a seat here. How are you? You look absolutely lovely, if I may say so myself." Hermione was dressed in their normal garbs, just up-scaled for the occasion; a white-collared black top paired with a matching red and black plaid skirt, plus the thickest white stockings they could find in their wardrobe. A beret sat perfect on the crown of their head and, of course, their signature pair of spotless Mary Jane's kept them on their toes. Clearly they were looking to impress. "I might have arrived a bit early, but I haven't ordered yet. Come, let's sit. I bear gifts!"

[woozi]

hello my yza ms yza my darling wife! it has been SO long i think, how have you been? are you still in corporate, how are you finding it?

svt comeback soon i think, what are your thoughts? i've not yet listened to the highlight medley or anything but i'm dying to know what ur thinking!

my exam results were SO bad it's not even funny i thought the world would end. anyway i have more exams in may-jun and that should be the last of it and if i fail again i won't get into uni... i am so scared. eel

i hope your days have been treating you SO well <33 i always love to see you on my dash you are such a ray of sunshine ☀ love you my yza 💕💕

your beloved wife honey 💍

HONEY MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I MISSED U VM!!!

life's been very fast and busy for me these days!! i'm still in corporate, but now i'm out of the family business hehehe i'm trying to venture out on my own and build my own network which was scary at first!!!!! but now it's chill, i really am thankful i made the decision to step out of my comfort zone hehehe

I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SO EXCITED TBH?????????????????? i haven't been this excited for a sebong cb since i've gotten busy last year 😭 when the track samplers and medley came out i already KNEWWW i would be liking track 2 and i'm so so glad it lived up to my expectations in the medley (SHE TURNED OUT TO BE A PERF U SONG TOO????? MY WIN) ehehhe also LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE that they took this direction, and i'm glad they're always changing it up for us (after all the freshteen content the past cb i'm glad it's darkteen again)!! ALSO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A SCI-FI CONCEPT FOR YEARS AND U DONT KNOW HOW HAPPYYYYYYYY I AM THAT THEY FINALLY DELIVERED <333333333 i keep winning LMFAOOO my only gripe w it is that it's an anthology album and yk what the streets r saying abt that 😔 also hate how they used ai in the teaser (i hope they dont do it in the mv), but so far i think their take on it is that ai isn't very beneficial but nonetheless,,,,,,, i hope the ai they used was fed w their own input at the very least

also so sorry to hear that 🥺 would you not be able to retake them anymore after this? but the good thing is that you're familiar now with how they work, and you'd be better prepared than u were the first time around!! hoping everything will turn out better this time!! and it's ok to be scared <333 sometimes we really feel as if the world is ending, but the sun will always rise and one day we'll wake up realizing that everything turned out fine and even if outcomes aren't always the best, we will be ok!! i truly truly believe that everything we're going through has a purpose, and they would never be for naught!! i'm always cheering u on, and i hope u know i'm always here if u need someone <33 lmk if there's any way i can help!!

i should be thanking YOU for always being so so kind and so sweet </3 thanks for sharing the gift of friend chip as well as ur life w me!! hope the days are kinder to u, and that you'd also be kind to urself even when things aren't going the way u expect them to <33 LOV U EVEN MORE MY HONEYYYYYYYYYYYY wishing u all the best!!

[frankicwood]

frankie would definitely benefit from having a functioning kitchen. she doesn’t, though, and she hardly thinks she would have any time soon. until she did have one, which she didn’t know exactly when would that be, she was stuck in buying her meals with the discount she had as a mall worker. the food was nothing to drool over, not when frankie knew how to cook the way she knew how to cook. it was one of the upsides of having to take care of other people, frankie had stepped into adult life long before she actually needed to be an adult. her responsibilities since she was about 10 years old, to take care of a grown ass man, cook for him and make sure he didn’t die ( think which she deeply regrets until now ) granted her with a set of abilities she shouldn’t have until much later on, and she could really make a mean lasagna. sadly, she didn’t have the financial or material means to. it was one of the things she missed the most, home-cooked food. delicious, simple, comforting. however, she was stuck with one of the many restaurants in the food court and too few free tables as she turned around with her tray in hand. no tables, actually. her lips pursed to the side and she wrinkled her nose, eyes searching for some place she could sit. maybe she could sit by the fountain, but that was bound to lead to disaster. lunchtime at the mall had been increasingly busy since the attacks, she wondered if people actually felt safer inside, even when the sun was burning brightly. or maybe people just didn’t want to be alone. it made more sense.

chocolate hues fell on one person among the rest. frankie had seen them before. usually they sat across each other in the few days frankie had been in shrike, and since she had been at the mall, but never really spoke, maybe passing glances or small smiles. given the busy tables and how they were alone, they turned out to be frankie’s best option when it came to company. she hated disturbing. fuck. she approached them, already kind of regretting having to. clearing her throat as if to announce her arrival. “hi― i’m really, really, really sorry to bother you, but do you mind if i sit down? everyone seemingly had the same idea and well, i’ll be silent, i promise.”

location : shrike mall food court 

closed starter for : you pick the muse   💖 ( @shrieks​ )

[ahqkas]

𝐨𝐨𝐨. TILL FOREVER FALLS APART; anakin skywalker

pairing; anakin skywalker x gn!reader

summary; after waking up from another heart wrenching nightmare, you're there to listen to and calm down your lover

word count; 2k (1k for angst, 1k for fluff)

warnings; major character death (in a nightmare!!), a bit of crying, nightmares, mention of the younglings and death, inspired by that one anakin & padmé scene (i changed some things), angst first fluff second, hurt/comfort, anakins nightmare slanders obi-wan, lmk if i missed smth !!

note; i want him to look at me like that 😕😕 i made myself vv emotional while writing this and that scene BREAKS me every time like it has no business being that sad 😕😕😕

likes, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated as i love interacting w my writing<33

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"I was so worried about you. Obi-Wan told me horrible things, Ani."

That's how most of Anakin's nightmares started. You were in front of him, standing there with a bit of hope glistening in your wide eyes and a slight tremble in your shaking voice. Your cheeks were wet from the endless tears running down them and he didn't know the reason behind the action, which made him more confused. Why did the nightmares always started like that? Where did the very beginning go?

But he knew what was expected at the end. And he didn't like the ending in the slightest.

"What things?"

"He said you turned to the dark side. That you ... killed the younglings. Is it true? Did you do that?"

Did he? He should be ashamed of his action, he should regret them yet the only feeling that flowed inside him was the urge to save you, to keep you breathing and by his side. But an unsaid emotion flashed through him when he watched the young children fall into their never ending sleep of the very welcoming death and the life leaving their emotionless eyes as they would never sparkle with wonder again. "Don't listen to him, [Name]. Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me."

A shake of your head was the only response he got from you and he wasn't sure if that was the answer he wanted, "No, he wouldn't do that. He cares about us."

"Us? He's jealous."

Obi-Wan didn't care about you and Anakin knew it. If he did care how you claim to know, you wouldn't be standing in front of your husband with tears streaming down your face as you watch the confused look on his face turn into one of anger and hatred. You would be somewhere safe, somewhere where the council couldn't discover your deepest secret and with your lover holding you like he promised he always would with nothing but adoration for you.

"He knows. He wants to help you. Anakin, all I want is your love. Please, come back to me."

You were begging at this point and he knew it. But you didn't understand. You didn't understand what would happen to you, to him, if he didn't take the matter into his own hands. The nightmares always ended the same and Anakin would do anything to change the plotline just so you could make it.

"Love won't save you, [Nickname], only my new powers can!" he ignored the cry of your own voice, at what cost? He's standing closer now and the emotions in your eyes seemed to grow more and more he's standing closer to you. And maybe if his own tears weren't blinding his vision, he would see that those emotions belonged to him. That you were hurting for him. "I'm stronger now, I can save you! I won't loose you the same way I lost my mother. I've become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of. And I'm doing it for you, to protect you." Protect you from him.

"Don't do this, Ani. Come away with me. We can run away together. From the council, from the responsibilities. Just you and me. Leave everything else behind while we still can. Our lives don't need to be the way they used to."

If it wasn't you who was standing in front of him, if he didn't love you so deeply, he would've scoffed at your stupidity. Haven't you been listening to him? Maybe you were right, love can blind those who were attached to each other, maybe you were blinded by the strong admiration. You definitely weren't seeing right. "Don't you see? We don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor, I can overthrow him. And together, the way we always wanted, you and I can rule the galaxy. Make things like we planned, sweetheart."

The familiar use of your nickname just brought more tears into your eyes. You missed the times when the nickname was spoken in the soft voice, soothing you into sleep while his flesh hand stroked your head as if trying to protect you from bad dreams. It sounded different back there. Now the sound of whisper was nothing but desperate, trying to lure you into something bad. "Where are you, Anakin? You've changed, it's not you anymore. Obi-Wan was right."

Even when the last part was rushed and whispered into the thin air, he heard it and it made his blood boil with anger. But not towards you, all his anger and hatred was never directed to you. The council, Obi-Wan, they held all the crimes in the centre of their palms and still acted like they were heroes, the good ones for everyone around them. "No, I don't want to hear any more about Obi-Wan. The jedi turned against me, don't you please turn against me."

This Anakin that stood before you wasn't the Anakin you met all those years ago on his home planet and fell in love with. This wasn't the one who made sure to kiss your forehead goodnight every night when you were together. He simply wasn't him. He who would take you on a speeder drive in the middle of the night when your loud thoughts wouldn't leave your mind alone. He who would spend days, months to build you the perfect droid to keep you company when the long missions started to be more common. He who you married on your home planet, knowing that you had Shmi's blessing to marry her only son. He who loved you truly and deeply.

You missed him more than anything now.

"I don't know you anymore. Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I can't follow. Stop, please, stop now. Come back. I love you."

Maybe in another universe things would be different and he could change the ending.

"Liar!"

The world started spinning and the only thing you could think about in your situation was the tight pain surrounding your throat. Your air flow was cut of, your hands weakly crawled at the skin, trying to push the invisible Force away, but no luck was at your side that night. If it wasn't for the tears clouding your mind at that moment, you would see the pain and anguish in your lover's eyes caused by his own actions but he knew there wasn't any way back anymore. You were lost and he would never get you back.

And as you started falling to the ground, something in Anakin snapped enough for him to clear his mind and realise what has just happened and what he did. His movements acted sooner than his thinking and his arms caught you just before your lifeless body hit the dirty ground. Slowly kneeling down, your head was resting in the crook of his forearm as he clinged himself to you, to feel your fading warm for the last time. What has he done?

With a sharp take of the air, Anakin's body flinched back to the reality of the dark night on Coruscant. He felt the sweat that wrapped itself around his torso, forehead and hands like a blanket making him slightly uncomfortable. His raspy breathing filled the air as he was still calming down from the newest nightmare. Yes, he did have those exact same ones often but this one was different, this one just felt too real and that's what scared him. Were you going to really die by his hand? No, he wouldn't let that happen. Not by his hand.

The Jedi turned his head to look into your direction on the bed and when he saw the peaceful expression on your face, he didn't know he would ever like to be this relieved in his entire life. You were there, by his side. And you weren't going anywhere soon, he'll make sure of that.

He slowly got up from the bed, making sure to not disturb your sleep, put a robe on his still sweaty body and stepped out to the chilly weather outside on the balcony. His hands gripped the railing tightly, the need to ground himself entered his self uninvited and at full force. You were okay and so were the younglings (he hoped). He's not a horrible person. It was just an usual bad dream.

You must have sensed the cold, empty place next to you because you found yourself standing next to Anakin, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as his arms went around waist in a loving hug. "What's wrong, Ani?"

His chin found its place on the crown of your head as he gently mumbled into your hair. "Nothing, my love."

"Don't do this. Don't shut me out. Let me help you. You know I'm more than happy to hear you out. You're not alone, we're together in this." 

His arms around you wrapped just a bit tighter when the sudden flash of the dream made its way into his mind again. The comforting smell of your hair was soothing him now, reminding him of home. Of you. "It was just another nightmare, yeah. It felt so real as well, but you have no idea how glad I am it's not the reality."

You smiled into his collarbones and let the warm of his embrace sway you back into your dreamy state in his arms. Anakin took a deep breath, feeling the tears and fear finally entering his system. "It was like the ones I told you about, the ones about you, us. You were confronting me and, I don't know why but it angered me, seeing you agreeing with a person who betrayed me. So I just," he felt quiet after those words, like if he continued talking about his dream it somehow would become a reality. A reality he feared. Because his world revolved around you, his sun, and kept him grounded. Loosing you would make it all dark and empty, full of melancholy and hurt he was sure he couldn't escape from. Loosing you would shatter his soul and leave him alone in the cruel world. Loosing you would destroy his light side and bring an end to Anakin Skywalker. He wasn't the same without you. "I held your lifeless frame in my arms and I don't wish to see that sign again."

His hands went to push you away from him just far enough so he could press his palms to your warm cheeks, his thumbs dancing across your skin so gently you thought you might have imagined it. His eyes were a clear blue colour you grew to adore and something blossomed in your insides when you saw the look he was giving you. It was sad yet determined and full of fondness towards you at the same time. "I won't loose you, sweetheart. I promise you."

Giving your husband his favourite smile that held so much of unsaid feelings just for him, you grabbed his hands that were still resting on your face. He sent a small grin your way as well and slowly started to forget his biggest fear in your touch.

"You know I believe you, Ani. You're an incredible person and the most loving husband I could ever wish for and I hope you know that. Now come on back to bed, I can tell by the bags under your eyes how tired you must be."

Anakin breathed out a sigh of the much needed air and gave a small nod of his head, feeling nothing more than to accomplish this simple request of yours. Your arms made him feel more grounded than any railing ever could and he would be dammed if he lost you for real. With a quick kiss to your forehead, he slipped your hands into his and made the way under the covers, where he was sure he definitely could keep you safe.

[goldensstateofgrace]

What ab Niall finding out you’re pregnant? During New Years or Christmas and you avoid drinking all night or you surprise him with a gift🥺

Masterlist | Niall Masterlist | Requests lmk what you think!! |

I”M BACK??!?!?!?! AHH I Hope You Guys Like It!! <33 

Summary: after losing touch for almost two years, y/n Niall’s childhood best friend lands her dream job in London, not knowing he lives right down the hall she moves into the same apartment complex.

Pair: Niall x childhoodbestfriendfem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy trope, no smut but it’s Implied, lmk if I missed anything!!

Word count: 3656 ( it’s a sorta long one naiakaksnidjs)

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading - G <3

You never ment for this to happen, it was only supposed to be one time then you would cut yourself off and push awayso no one would get hurt. But it wasn’t just one time.

Your mom did her best to help you see him as often as you could throughout those five years, but sometimes you just couldn’t. It hurt you to have to leave after only seeing him for a week tops, sometimes shorter.

You lost touch there for a while, only texting each other on birthdays or holidays. That hurt the most, going from talking all day everyday to barely even saying ‘Hi’. It was probably the worst time in your entire life.

Things got better eventually, you moved out to London after taking a job at a publishing company. You loved reading, annotating books and getting lost in worlds so different from the one you lived in. You were so excited to land your dream job, you had dreamed of one day becoming an author yourself.

It was a shock to you when one day in late March, when you were rushing out the door late for work, that you ran into someone. Well not just ‘someone’, the childhood best friend you hadn’t seen or talked to in almost two years by that point.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I should have been watching where I was going!” you apologize profusely, turning around quickly to make sure you didn’t knock anyone down. Your eyes went wide in recognition, his hair was brown now and he had stubble now, but it was the same blue eyes you’d seen everyday of your childhood.

“Y/n?” he asks, the irish accent you were so used to almost faded from him traveling all over the world, seeing and living among different cultures.

“Ni?” you ask a bit breathless, emotions crawling up the back of your throat. “What are you doing here?”

“I-” he pauses, still in shock. “I live down the hall. W-When did you move here? I didn’t know you were here.” you could see his eyes sweeping over you, across your face which has aged well and has more makeup than he’s ever seen on it. Ocean blues flittering across your hair which has also changed in color since he’s last seen you.

“I suppose you wouldn’t since we haven’t talked in one- almost two years,” you correct yourself. You know it wasn’t exactly his fault that you hadn’t talked in that long, you had even given up yourself after a while of no responses.

“”y/n/n” he starts, calling you by your childhood nickname.

“I have to go, i’m late, i-i’ll see you later,” you mutter, walking away and towards the elevator.

You had all these feelings coming to the surface and you didn’t know what to feel. On one hand you wanted to hug, forgive, and catch up with him. But on the other you needed time to come to terms with it, you hadn’t seen him in two years. That’s two years of catching up after everything you missed in his life and him in yours.

Then there was the unrequited crush you had on him since you were 6 years old. You have been in love with Niall forever, you had a feeling he knew but never said anything about it. Which you were undoubtedly grateful for, it saved you an infinite amount of embarrassment.

Three weeks later you were out with some co-workers at the pub down the road from your apartment, you all just needed a drink after the long week you had. You still hadn’t talked to Niall properly. You waved and moved on if you saw him in the hall, said the occasional ‘Good Morning’. It was weighing on you. You knew you needed to talk to him and clear things up, you were even ready for it, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Two long island iced teas and a few tequila shots later, you were tipsy and you couldn’t figure out why Amanda and Annaliese were freaking out but trying to keep it stuttle.

“What are you two going on about?” you ask, trying not to laugh as you watch them fix their hair and boobs in their tight shirts.

“Niall Horan is over there and he keeps looking over here!” Amanda hisses, stuttley nodding her head in the direction of the bar.

“Wait, oh my god he’s coming over here,” Ana squeals softly.

Your eyes catch those familiar blue eyes, never looking away as he approaches and your anxiety rises.

“Y/n, hi,” he smiles. You watch as he looks you up and down, taking in your white sundress and jean jacket, which was actually his from highschool. A small smirk plays on his lips as he meets your eyes again, “you look lovely, petal.”

Your heartbeat increases at the pet name he’s called you since he found you in his garden with flowers in your hair at 7 years old.

“Thanks, frosted tips,” you smirk back, recalling the time he bleached the tips of his hair at 12 and you couldn’t stop making fun of him until he finally bleached all of it.

At that he chuckles, causing you to as well. “I’m never gonna live that down will I?”

“Never,” you chuckle, swiping at your watering eye.

A throat clears beside you, “y/n?” Ana says, catching your attention.

“You wanna introduce us?” That was Amanda.

You nod, “Right. Ni, this is Amanda and Analiese, we work together.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. What do you both do? Niall asks politely.

Its Amanda that pipes up first, “I’m the assistant of our CEO Mr. Taylor, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

“I edit and review Manuscripts, the same as Y/n, it nice to meet you.'' Analiese says, smiling over at Niall.

“You work for a publishing company?” the question is pointed at you, shock evident in his voice.

You nod, “yeah, the one I told you about when we were kids?” you question to see if he remembers, he nods that he does, “That’s the one.”

“Petal,” he breaths, a smile enveloping his face, “that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you nod, turning your head down as emotion gets the better of you and your eyes tear up.

Taking a moment, you wipe your eyes and clear your throat, “anyways, you guys are probably wondering how we know one another,” you turn back to Ana and Amanda. “Our moms were best friends and we grew up together.” you tell them, not saying that you were best friends because you didn’t know if you even still held that title anymore.

Yet were shocked when Niall spoke up, “we’ve been best friends since diapers.”

Drink after drink, shot after shot, you got more and more tipsy, toeing the line of being drunk. Niall bought you and your friends drinks, telling you it was to celebrate you getting your dream job. He kept telling you how proud he was and how it was really good to see you.

And it was, it was good to see him. It was so good that you lost yourself in his company.

At the end of the night he walked you home, to ‘make sure you got home safe’, you thought it made sense seeing as you did live in the same apartment complex just down the hall from one another.

That was until morning when you woke with a heavy arm wrapped around you and something hard pressing into your ass. The headache you felt as you moved your head to look at who was holding you was killer, you groaned at the ache you felt in your neck. Your eyes grew to the size of Jupiter seeing Niall behind you fast asleep.

What did you do? What were you thinking? What was HE thinking?questions kept running through your mind once you realized you both were in fact naked.

Flashbacks of the night before playout in your head.

Stumbling to the door, Niall holds you close around the waist, “where are your keys, petal?”

You dig through your bag for a second, smiling to yourself, before looking up at him again, “I love when youu call me thatt.” you slur a bit still smiling up at him.

“Yeah?” he questions, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“yeah ,” you nod, “makes me feel happyyy!”

Your eyes connect with his, not looking away you get lost in him. Remembering all the good times you had, how much you loved him and how much you care about him. He seemed to be doing the same because he sighs, cradling your face in his palm.

“I’m sorry, y/n, for everything. I’ve missed you so much, and I can’t even give you a good reason why I stopped messaging. I've just been so busy and that doesn’t make up for it, i know but that’s all i have. I’ve missed you like crazy, my petal.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you breath, meantally saying a big ‘Fuck It’ and lening up on your toes before brushing your lips to him.

You remember everything about last night. Him kissing you back all the way to when he pushed you down on your bed and brought you to the ultimate high.

“Petal?” Niall says, his voice grovely from sleep.

You quickly sit up in bed, dragging the sheet to cover you up as you stand and move towards your ensuite bathroom. You turn to look at him but he’s fully exposed and when you squeak and cover your eyes he grabs a pillow to cover himself muttering ‘It’s not like you didn't see everything last night’ chuckling to himself.

“It was a mistake!” you hiss, turning back towards him. “The first and only time it’ll ever happen!” you add after the fact.

“Y/n,” he starts but you cut him off. “No, Ni. It can’t happen again. I- I can’t do it.” you choke out, before turning and walking into the bathroom. After taking a shower and dressing you walk back out to your room empty and a note on the bare mattress.

I’m sorry, petal. We need to talk about this, just please give me a chance.

Your sheets are in the wash, I'm sorry again. Call me, or well you know where i live,

love , Ni.

You sat around your apartment all day just thinking. Thinking about what happened last night and how great it felt in the moment but now regretting it because it has the potential to ruin your friendship - or what’s left of it.

You thought about how much you love Niall, how you always have. How you were never selfish but admitting to actually having a crush on him, you never wanted to ruin you guy’s friendship, and that caused you pain. You had to watch him go out and date and get his heart broken over and over when all you wanted to say was ‘let me love you right’, because you could’ve but you didn’t.

But is it finally time to be selfish, and be happy yourself? That’s what you’re stuck on. You can’t let yourself give in to him. You want to, god do you want to, but it would ruin everything and you’re not ready for that to happen.

It was the next day, around 6pm when you finally worked up the courage to knock on Nialls door. Your heart almost broke at the state he was in. Niall looked exhausted, like it hadn’t slept in days, his hair was all over the place, still in his pajamas. His face was a bit pale like he hadn’t eaten today.

“Ni,” you whisper softly, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to hug him and never let go. You know how much this was eating away at yourself, but to see how much it was also hurting him shattered you.

This, this was what you never wanted to happen.

You watch as he lets out a deep breath, almost like he’s relieved, his hand running through his hair, “Y/n,” he says, stepping back to let you walk in.

You stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to lead you anywhere honestly.

“I’m guessing by the look on your face, this isn’t going to be a talk just about the other night.” he chuckles, but it was awkward, like he was nervous about what you’d have to say.

“You’d be right. There’s a lot we need to talk about. We’ve both missed a lot about our lives,” you tell him softly, following behind him as he nods and leads you into the living room.

You both get comfortable, him taking a seat just a few inches away but giving you enough room. You can tell how nervous he is, so are you. This conversation could ruin a lot of things between the both of you.

Taking a deep breath, you start to say something when he cuts you off, “Wait, before you start I just want to say something,” he pauses, waiting for you to nod, which you do, clasping your hands in your lap and waiting for him to continue.

“Okay, um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” he looks at you with those soft ocean blues. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to lose contact with you and you don’t know how much I regret it and missed you. The other night,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “it was my fault, ok? But please, I need you in my life.” he pleads.

Your heart is beating rapidly while it also sinks down to the pit of your stomach.

He’s not.. No he can’t… right?

“Y/n i’ve known about your crush on me since we were 7 and 6 , but what you don’t know is I’ve loved you since my fifth birthday when you kissed my cheek after wishing me a happy birthday and shoving a cupcake in my face. I’ve loved you more and more everyday since then. You have no idea how much it hurt me to lose touch with you. I know it's not an excuse but I even lost touch with my parents there for a while. Those five years were so hectic and nostop I barely had any ‘me’ time. “I love you, I always have and I always will. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

Your heart feels like it's been beaten and then patched up, you can’t even describe how you feel in this moment. What you’ve always wanted to hear from him was just said and you couldn't be happier about it. Yet there was still a voice in the back of your mind that was telling you not to, that it would ruin everything.

“I- I don’t know what to say. You? I-” you chuckle at your stuttering, trying to wrap your head around everything he just said.

“I know this doesn’t change anything, we still have things to talk about, important things, but I've kept it to myself for too long and I need you to hear it.” Niall tells you, scooting an inch closer to you. You can tell he wants to hold your hand or touch you in some way but keeps himself from doing so.

“You know how much I love you, Ni, I just don’t know if I can do anything about it right now. We have too much time between us and I think we need to work on our friendship before we try anything else. We need to get to know one another again. And I'm not saying it’ll never happen because god knows hearing you say you love me back is the best thing i’ve ever heard. But we need to work on our friendship before anything else.” you say, shattering your own heart in the process.

He nods, clearing his throat as he looks away, “I knew we wouldn’t just go into dating right off the bat, but I agree, we need to work on our friendship and get to know one another again.”

“So? What have you been up to?” you ask, leaning back against the couch.

You talked all night, catching up on everything.

It was just like old times, staying up until odd hours of the night just talking and goofing off.

Over the course of the next couple of months you basically did everything together, movie nights, dinner, going out to the pub with friends. It was like you never even lost touch. There were nights where you’d fall asleep on his couch and you’d wake up to being covered in a blanket and breakfast waiting on you.

You loved him, so much it was getting hard to just be friends with him.

It was on halloween that you said ‘fuck it’ - the same words that got you into the mess last time- and kissed him. You were ready to be his. It's all you’ve ever wanted and it felt right in the moment.

You already had a couples costume on, why not actually be a couple?

It was Niall’s idea to dress up as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story, you even got a red wig and everything.

“What was that for?” he asked you after pulling back, looking a bit dazed from the kiss.

“I love you, you know that. I think it’s about time we did something about it.” you smile up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck as he holds you by your waist.

“Yeah?” he asks,a giddy smile taking over his whole face.

“Yeah,” you nod, letting a happy giggle.

“Fucking finally!” he exclaims, cradling your cheeks in his palms as he tips your face up towards his and kisses you deeply.

From then on you were officially together, and you both couldn’t be happier. You could see the difference in what being with Niall has done to you. You smiled, laughed and all around felt happier when you were with him.

He has a light about him that just makes things better. It felt natural, just to be with him in a relationship and not just best friends.

It was New Year's Eve when things got really serious. You hadn’t been feeling good for about a week at that point, you thought maybe since you had sushi that weekend that you had food poisoning - you didn’t.

You guys had been pretty safe, using condoms whenever you had sex, but there was those couple of times you didn’t and that scared you.

Turns out you had the right to be, because after a week of being miserable and throwing up you finally went to the doctor where they did an ultrasound and you found out you were 8 weeks pregnant.

Your mind instantly started to race with questions and how you were going to tell Niall. You just got together not even more than two months ago, you couldn’t be pregnant. You couldn’t be pregnant now.

You didn’t know what to think, you couldn’t even get words out when the doctor told you. How was Niall going to react? Would he be mad? Break up with you?

Would he deny the baby?

You went back to Nialls apartment, having told him you'd come over when you got back from your appointment. You didn’t know how to tell him.

God this wasn’t supposed to happen, what if it ruins everything?

You could hear the noise from other apartments already kicking their parties into high gear, Niall was going to have people over but with you being sick he canceled it.

You found him on the couch watching golf, his natural habitat, you liked to joke. He instantly got up when he saw you in the doorway, walking around the couch towards you.

“So? What’d the doctor say?” he asked, grabbing your hand and squeezing in comfort before leading you to the couch to sit down.

“I’m-” you pause, still racking your brain on how to tell him. “I’m not sick, I don’t have food poisoning, I’m pregnant.”

Silence, that's all that could be heard. You felt Niall’s hand tense in yours before he relaxed.

“Pregnant?” he chokes out.

“Pregnant,” you nod, your eyes scanning his face for any signs he was upset. There were none, he seemed pretty calm compared to you.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Ni. I promise, but we didn’t use any condoms those couple of times and I guess that’s all it took.” you try to show him how sorry you are with your eyes, squeezing his hand.

“Petal, you have nothing to be sorry about, ok?” he assures you, gently stroking your cheek. “We’ll figure it out, yeah?”

You nod, emotion getting the better of you, your eyes fill with tears you’ve been trying to suppress the whole way home. Niall gently pulls you into him, hugging you and resting his chin on the crown of your head, stroking your arm softly.

“We're having a baby,” he whispers, like it finally registered in his mind.

“Yeah,” you laugh wetly.

“I love you, petal. We're going to be ok,” Niall tells you, lifting your chin so he can look at you, splotchy tear stained face and all.

“I love you more, Ni, so much,” you whisper back, leaning up slightly and bruising your lips on his in a soft kiss full of love.

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[midnightxxxtish]

hey fam <3 also maybe too excited here but trying to sort things out!

meet Skylar Grace St. James, 33, lily james, florist, belladonna

she's pure sunshine. a romantic at heart known for falling in love fast and hard and getting her heart broken often. but she still believes in love and it prone to second (and third and fourth) chances so she's gone back to people who hurt her believing that they can/have/will change. she's endlessly optimistic, cheerful, friendly and kind.

i haven't decided what i'm doing with her fam-wise so if you've got somewhere she'll fit lmk.

i also have no idea career-wise (she's been a kindergarten teacher, a broadway actress, a bakery owner, a florist & a ballet instructor and i'm indecisive af).

i adore bff plots and would love a group to put her in. also ex things - especially a few that are maybe slightly toxic and she keeps going back to?

and the thing i 'd do (almost) anything for is a ship with richard madden (have you seen them together 😍) i really want a slow burn opposite attract kinda thing here?? (sunshine/storms, soft/hard, friendly/closed off all of the above?) kinda thing that just goes soft for her something with some soft cute but also some angsty things.

basically, give me this: When a devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.

i really hope this went in the tags - idk what happened to my intro lol anyway if you see this and you wanna toss ideas at me i'm on discord at midnightxxxtish#4566 (i miiiight be slow bc i am working with a fractured arm rn though - whoops)